Chaos 10

Joe Hoffman: Welcome everyone to CHAOS!!!! We are live here in Cleveland Ohio where tonight we continue down the road towards Alcatraz Prison and Rumble at the Rock. We appreciate all of you that are tuning in having just watched the 97RedZone for the last seven hours.

Joe pauses as he quickly reaches down and closes his fantasy football app.

Joe Hoffman: We got a couple singles and a couple tag team matches this evening and we are set to kick off the action tonight with our first singles match of the evening. We’ll be getting another look at Frank Dylan James, fresh off of his win last week over Darin Zion. This week, he’ll step into the ring with Brian Hollywood. Now, Hollywood has been in something of a different sort of mood lately. He’s been talking about taking punishment and withstanding pain, going so far as to ask Frank to do as much damage as he wants to do to him. With the wild and unpredictable Frank Dylan James across the ring from him, I’d say we have a really good chance of seeing that happen here tonight!

“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.

Brian McVay: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL!!…. Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California… weighing in at 225 pounds…. BRIIIIIIAAAAAAANNNN……. HOLLYWOOOOOODDD!!!!!

He takes 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 Hoffman: Brian Hollywood is looking absolutely fired up tonight.

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.

Joe Hoffman: And not only is he fired up, but he seems especially focused.

“Stranglehold” plays. A few moments pass until Frank erupts somewhere from the crowd. He hoots and hollers and barks at everyone in his path, and he swings around the length of steel chain that he carries with him all over the place terrorizing anyone who stands in his way.

Bryan McVay:  And his opponent…. From The Great Smoky Mountains…. Weighing in at 295 pounds…. FRAAAANNK!!!….. DYLAAAAANN!!!!…… JAAAAAAAMES!!!!!!!

This week, the fans, who are no dummies, start to catch on and just head for hills as he approaches, opening up a wide path straight to the ring for Appalachian Nightmare. He reaches the barricade and swings his legs over the top, then makes his way into the ring.

Joe Hoffman: Frank Dylan James!… once more causing a buzz as he comes through the crowd to the ring. He’s been on quite a roll here lately, and he’s looking to keep that momentum going in the right direction.

Brian Hollywood walks confidently toward the center of the ring while Frank Dylan James leans back against the turnbuckles with a hand on each side of him, outstretched and grasping the top rope. He stares down Hollywood, who is jawing with Joe Boettcher when the bell rings and Frank charges out of the corner and connects with a big boot right on the jaw.

Joe Hoffman: And the big man wastes no time at all!!

Hollywood goes down like a shot. Frank looks down at him and wipes his bare foot on the mat, making a show of figuratively wiping Hollywood off of him.

Joe Hoffman: Frank Dylan James wiping his foot on the mat like he just squished a bug, which, in his mind, is probably what he thinks he did.

Frank looks at Joe Boettcher, who waves him forward to continue the match. Frank takes his cue and walks over to drop a big knee across the head and neck area of Brian Hollywood.   Frank holds his knee in place, and Boettcher drops down for a count.

ONE..

TWO…. KICKOUT

Joe Hoffman:  First cover of the evening, but it’s a bit too early for that.

Hollywood rolls over, shoving Frank off of him as he reaches up to cradle his jaw where he took a big hillbilly foot to the face a few minutes before.

Joe Hoffman: Still, Brian Hollywood is really feeling that kick to the face, and I’m sure that Frank’s bare foot doesn’t exactly smell great.

Frank gets back up to his feet and tries to stomp Hollywood as he recovers on the mat, but Hollywood rolls away. Frank stomps again with the same result, and finally a third time that misses again, and Hollywood rolls out of the ring to get his head straight.

Joe Hoffman:  Smart move by Brian Hollywood, getting out of the ring to gather his thoughts after this opening flurry from Frank Dylan James.

He doesn’t stay outside the ring for very long, however, crossing around the ring steps and then rolling back in the ring. Hollywood crouches near the ropes and watches as Frank smiles a big ragged looking smile, then spits something brown and wet on the mat.

Joe Hoffman:  My God, that is disgusting. Someone has to clean that up…

Hollywood makes a disgusted face as he stands to his feet and walks over the huge Appalachian. Hollywood fires a right hand to the jaw of Frank Dylan James. Frank takes it and chuckles a bit before firing back a right hand of his own.

Joe Hoffman: Hollywood trying to come back, but Frank seems to think he just got told a joke!

Hollywood stumbles slightly, but rights himself and fires back at Frank again, firing up and screaming out “LET’S GO!” and motioning Frank to hit him again.

Joe Hoffman: But Hollywood is still in there! He’s pumping his fists and begging for a slugfest!

Frank is only happy to oblige and starts swinging wild haymakers down on the smaller Brian Hollywood. Hollywood gets his hands up and manages to block some of the blows, but not all of them, and the force backs him up against the ropes.

Joe Hoffman: Brian Hollywood is reeling here. It’s just not a good idea to stand toe to toe with Frank Dylan James. Hollywood thinks he wants this, but I bet he’s having second thoughts.

Frank takes a big forearm and brings it crashing down on the arms and head area of Brian Hollywood, then starts throwing big hamhock fists down at his midsection, doubling him up and dropping him down to a knee.

Joe Hoffman:  Some big right hands to the lower abdominal region of Brian Hollywood!!

Frank yanks him up and tosses him like a sack of potatoes across the ring. Hollywood hits hard and rolls up against the ropes, pulling himself up as Frank approaches. As big Frank gets closer, Hollywood rushes up to his feet and puts a boot straight to the stomach of FDJ.

Joe Hoffman:  And now a shot to the lower abdominal region of Frank!

It’s not much but it’s enough to give Hollywood an opening to grab Frank around the side and spin into an Irish Whip. Frank hits the ropes on the opposite side of the ring, and bounces off straight into a big dropkick that hits flush on the kisser. Frank hits the mat, and Hollywood is right back over to him, pulling him back up to a standing position and putting him into a front facelock. He puts a hand on the tights and tries to lift Frank Dylan James into a suplex, but he only gets Frank about a foot up off the mat.

Joe Hoffman: Brian Hollywood’s going for a suplex here, but I don’t know if he’s gonna be able to lift him. Frank’s nearly three hundred pounds…

He tries again with the same result, and realizing he isn’t gonna be able to lift that much dead weight up into the air, he twists Frank around into position for a neckbreaker, dropping down into a seated position.

Joe Hoffman: Smart change of plans by Brian Hollywood. It didn’t look like the suplex was gonna happen, but instead of just standing there and letting Frank reverse it, he came up with another plan…

Frank lands in a seated position of his own, but he grabs at his neck, wincing and gritting his teeth. Hollywood hits the ropes and comes back off with another dropkick to the face of the seated Frank Dylan James.

Joe Hoffman: And now a dropkick to the face connects!

Frank goes flat on his back for the first time tonight, and Hollywood stomps away at him. Frank tries to cover his face, but several of the boots connect right in the jaw, snapping his head back into the canvas.

Joe Hoffman: Brian Hollywood finally getting the upper hand. It takes a lot to get Frank down on the mat, but that’s where he is. Hollywood has quite the opening to do some damage…

Seeing an opening, Brian Hollywood scurries over to the corner and starts to climb. He perches on the top rope, wobbles a bit, then rights himself and leaps off with a flying elbow drop that connects to the sternum.

Joe Hoffman: And a big elbow to the solar plexus!!!

Hollywood covers and Joe Boettcher starts his count.

ONE…

TWO…

TH…..KICKOUT.

Frank kicks out just in time, and a frustrated Brian Hollywood digs his forearm into and across Frank’s face, demanding another count.

ONE…

TWO…

KICKOUT

Joe Hoffman:  It’s just not enough to keep big Frank down, and Hollywood is barking at Joe Boettcher, saying it was three…

Hollywood slaps the mat in frustration, then yanks Frank up. He stands up, pulling his opponent with him, and gets him to a standing position. Hollywood sends lefts and rights at Frank’s head, then alternates kicks to the gut, the knee and then fires in another straight right hand for good measure.

Joe Hoffman: Frank Dylan James reeling now. Even the big man is starting to feel the brunt of all of these shots from Brian Hollywood…

Frank staggers but doesn’t fall, so Hollywood sprints to the ropes, comes off and into a Lou Thesz press, then sits straddling the chest of big Frank and pummels him with closed fists.

Joe Hoffman: Frank in some big trouble here! This is a much more aggressive Brian Hollywood! He’s just raining fists down on Frank! He’s got Frank right where he wants him, but he’s gonna have to stay on the attack!

Finally, Frank starts to fire up and blocks most of the punches, then with a primal scream puts both giant hands around the neck of Brian Hollywood, whose eyes go wide.

Joe Hoffman:  Just like that, Frank is back in control!! Brian Hollywood is flailing his legs around, just barely touching the mat while in the mighty grip of this monster!

Hollywood tries to break the grip, but can’t, and before he knows it, Frank is flipping him down onto the mat and over him, looking down with wild eyes, spittle dropping from the corner of his mouth, and then finally pulls him up and to his feet with nothing but brute strength.

Joe Hoffman: My God, it must be like looking up and seeing a Rottweiler choking you out, about to rip the jugular vein from your neck! Frank is staring into Brian Hollywood’s eyes like he sees Clay Byrd in there!

Frank holds Hollywood on his tip-toes, choking the life out of him before finally tiring of it and dropping him to his feet. Hollywood is shaken, but has enough wits about him to lean back and bounce off the ropes, then just misses a massive clothesline from Frank that goes whooshing over his head as he ducks.

Joe Hoffman: Big clothesline from Frank, misses the mark. Hollywood ducks and heads into the ropes…

Hollywood hits the ropes on the opposite side, and as Frank turns around, Hollywood throws his Executive Decree kick toward one giant hillbilly head. Frank swats it away however, slapping away the foot, which throws Hollywood off-balance.

Joe Hoffman: Executive Decree blocked! Hollywood is staggering!!

Hollywood spins back around, but a snarling Frank is ready and jabs his thumb into the neck of Brian Hollywood, dropping him like a shot.

Joe Hoffman: Smoky Mountain Spike finds its mark! Hollywood is down!

Frank drops down for the cover and Boettcher starts his count.

ONE….

TWO…..

THREE!

Brian McVay:  The winner of the match, in 8 minutes, 43 seconds….. FRAAAANNNK!……..DYLAAAAAANNNN!!!!……..JAAAAAAAAMES!!!!!

Joe Hoffman:   Huge win for Frank Dylan James here tonight! Brian Hollywood was game, but that thumb spike to the neck is no laughing matter!

Matt Boettcher comes over and raises the hand of Frank Dylan James, but big Frank has other plans. He jerks his arm away and makes a beeline for his chain lying on the apron. He wraps it around his fist and walks back toward Brian Hollywood, who is just beginning to stir.

Joe Hoffman:  Oh no, not this again! Can somebody get out here?!

“HEY BOY!!!”

Before Hollywood can process, Frank starts driving hard right hands into the forehead of Brian Hollywood. Metal hits flesh over and over and it doesn’t take long for the blood to start flowing.

“WHERE IS CLAY?!”

Frank screams out into the crowd.

“YA LILY LIVERED COWARD!! THIS IS FER YOU, COWBOY!!!”

Frank turns his head back to Hollywood and starts driving the chain into his head again.

“YOU LIKE PAIN, BOY?! COME GET SOME!!!””

Joe Hoffman:  I’d say we need EPU out here, but this guy is protected by the Board! They’re nowhere to be seen!

Frank continues the onslaught as Boettcher tries frantically to intervene without becoming collateral damage. Finally Frank tires of it and stops, then gives the unconscious Hollywood one last shot for good measure.

Joe Hoffman: Well, as long as Frank isn’t able to get his hands on Clay Byrd, it seems no one is safe. He’s gonna make an example of everyone in his path until he gets what he wants. God help us…

We cut elsewhere as medics rush in to check on the bloodied Brian Hollywood.

We cut backstage where Blaire Moise is seen standing with her microphone in hand. The hardest working interviewer in HOW flips her hair back and raises the microphone up to her lips.

Blaire Moise: Ladies and gentlemen please welcome the HOW LSD Champion Jace Parker Davidson.

The shot moves back to show Jace walking up to stand besides Blaire. Jace has his wrestling gear on and the HOW LSD Championship belt around his waist while the now retired HOW ICON Championship belt rests on his right shoulder. The thing that pisses off the fans here in Cleveland the most however, is the 97red colored #23 Michael Jordan Chicago Bulls jersey that he has on at the moment. The crowd boos loudly as the smirk on Jace’s face continues to grow.

Blaire Moise: Thank you for joining me. Later on tonight you–

Blaire is interrupted by the crowd here in Cleveland yelling and booing even louder than before. Jace leans forward and raises his free hand up to his ear soaking in the hatred from the pro-Bobbinette Carey crowd.

Blaire Moise: What I was going to say was that later on tonight you–

Blaire is interrupted one more time but this time it’s not the Cleveland crowd but the LSD Champion himself.

Davidson: Later tonight you’re going to see Bobbinette Carey waddle her ass down to the ring and everyone here in Cleveland is going to cheer like the Browns actually made it to the Super Bowl. Everyone loves their Queen of Epicness.

Jace makes a face of pure disgust from even saying the word Epicness.

Davidson: I mean, of course, right? You’re the same people that year after year decide to cling to the hope that the Browns will finally live up to their potential. You’re the same people that are sitting out there in those seats wearing your brand new Deshaun Watson jerseys. You’ll cheer his felony waiting to happen ass just like you’ll cheer a complete and utter failure like Bobbinette Carey. Honestly, when is the last time she’s won a match? Does anyone here remember?

Blaire Moise: The last time Bobbinette Carey got her hand raised in victory was–

For the third time tonight Blaire is interrupted as Jace raises his free hand into the air and pushes it into Blaire’s face to silence her.

Davidson: The point being there I decided to get my time in before Carey to save you from the boring, woke onslaught that is sure to put all of you to sleep. Is Carey going to run down Deshaun Watson? Is she going to talk about how Kostoff was put down once and for all on live television? Nope, she’s going to talk about herself. She’s going to talk about how great of a place that Cleveland is while whining about how her place in CHICAGO was burnt to a crisp. That’s the kind of person that Bobbinette Carey is. She, much like all of you, are mid. Bobbinette Carey is the Craig Ehlo of High Octane Wrestling. She’s only remembered for being burnt from a far superior talent.

More massive boos from the crowd here in Cleveland as Jace adjusts the ICON Championship belt on his shoulder.

Blaire Moise: Speaking of Bobbinette Carey. It seems like last week there were more cracks in the armor when it comes to your partnership with STRONK Godson. You and Abdullah Choi have tried to tell him that both Conor Fuse and Bobbinette Carey are responsible for the murder of MONGO the bull. Dare I say, it seems like STRONK is tired of hearing it.

Jace narrows his eyes down at Blaire who has a smirk of her own spread across her lips.

Davidson: STRONK Godson is an important member of The Board and one of my best friends in the entire world. We are the power behind STRONKUMMS LLC. and we are future HOTv World Tag Team Champions. There are no cracks in the armor. STRONK is just very confused right now because frankly Bobbinette Carey keeps throwing herself at him. The more Carey tries to kick down the door into STRONK’s life then the more STRONK will know you don’t fall for people like her. You hit it, you quit it, and then you ghost the fuck out of her.

Blaire Moise: Next week it’s been rumored that all of the single titles will be on the line when Chaos returns to the Best Arena. Originally, you had agreed to face The Anglo Luchador on Chaos 011. Is that match still happening and will it be for the HOW LSD Championship belt or will you be defending against a person yet to be determined?

Blaire raises the microphone up towards Jace’s face as he shakes his head a bit.

Davidson: Like I’m going to give away confidential information to someone like you and the people here in Cleveland. Frankly, I’m over Mr. Maya Angelou Luchador. It seems like all of the guys and gals over in PRIME seem to want to chirp about how they are the best federation in PWA and run HOW’s name through the mud. It’s pretty hilarious coming from a group of people all working for the woman that I literally ran out of HOW single handedly. Let them keep flapping their gums, when one of them actually steps into the ring here in HOW then I’ll give more of a shit. It can be just about anyone that steps into the ring with me next week. I don’t back down from a fight and I’ll show whoever it is just why I have the most days as LSD Champion in HOW history.

Blaire Moise: Later tonight you team with the HOTv Champion GREAT SCOTT for the first time to take on the team of Conor Fuse and Steve Harrison.

Davidson: You mean the two men who hated each other but decided to be friends just because of this match. But end up being enemies again until the next time they’re put into a match together and decide to be friends again?

Blaire blinks a couple of times then nods her head.

Davidson: Yeah, those guys want to talk about me and drag my name through the mud but I can safely speak for everyone else on the roster when I say that we’ve had enough thumbs down and milk emojis to last a fucking lifetime.

Blaire Moise: Why did you decide to stop Conor Fuse and Carey from talking to STRONK in the ring?

Davidson: The question should be why would I allow it? STRONK Godson is my friend and I’m looking out for his best interest. He is a proud member of The Board, so you think I’m just going to sit back here and let underhanded people like Fuse and Carey try to recruit STRONK over to the losing team? I did what anyone else on The Board would have done in that situation. STRONK nearly murdered Conor Fuse and what does he do? He comes to the ring and says “Dude, we should be on the same team!” to STRONK’s face. Pathetic and desperate doesn’t even begin to describe those actions.

Blaire: What do you think the chances of you and GREAT SCOTT walking out with your hands raised in victory?

Davidson: Well, GREAT SCOTT isn’t in the best of moods. He was unsuccessful winning a Championship belt in PRIME on Friday night. Why? Because some overgrown security guard tried to stop me from getting GREAT SCOTT his Liquid STRONKUMMS. That was Friday, this is now and I’ve given GREAT SCOTT all the Liquid STRONKUMMS he can handle. The plan is to weaken Steve Harrison going into RATR against Christopher America. Conor Fuse will hop up and down in the corner like a faulty Super Mario talking about his “win” over me. The Board is one set of titles away from having a complete Monopoly of all the Championship belts in HOW. Conor Fuse… Steve Harrison and anyone else that stands in our way? We’ll personally make sure that they don’t have a GREAT fucking day.

Jace smiles and walks out of camera range as we cut back to the ringside area.

We cut to ringside as the arena lights go black.

“Tell you you’re the greatest

but once you turn they hate us!”

The crowd goes wild as Cleveland’s own HOW Hall of Famer Queen of Epicness Bobbinette Carey comes out wearing a Cleveland Browns Jersey. It’s a classic style 80s retro browns jersey. Bobbinette has on her crown along with a browns cape matching the browns leggings. She is decked out in Cleveland Browns colors. The crowd is loving it.

“Oh the misery everybody wants to be my enemy!”

The HOV plays a black and white video package.

We see the clip of her smashing a photo over Mario Maurako; another clip of her hitting Mario with the defib pads, then the most striking image of Bobbinette standing over Scottywood and slapping him.

She smiles as she gives high fives and hugs people she knows in the stands. The warm reception for the queen of epicness. She steps up the ring steps and wipes her feet on the apron before getting in the center of the ring.

“Spare the sympathy, everybody wants to be my enemy, but I’m ready”

She stands in the center as magenta pink and mauve pyrotechnics explode from the turnbuckle as she does a ballerina style exaggerated curtsy. As the house lights come up she is handed in mic and is just beaming to be in the ring in front of her hometown.

Bobbinette: Man it is good to be home! On the weekend when The Browns beat the Steelers! Dog pound where you at?

The crowd goes nuts and starts barking!!

Crowd: Here we go brownies here we go. Woof woof!

Cleveland browns dog pound is alive and hyped in the Rocket mortgage fieldhouse. Bobbinette laughs and smiles a largely. She is soaking up the enjoyment of being in the ring.

Bobbinette: I needed to come out here. My friends, my family, my hometown! Last time we were in Cleveland I didn’t get to do this. Last time we were in Cleveland I didn’t get the chance to come out and say thank you for supporting me as you have always done. Thank you for every bit that you all do supporting your Queen of Epicness!

The crowd is absolutely eating up the pandering.

Bobbinette: You all are having a girl remember why she is a clevelander and proud to be! Now stuff has been rough for me not going to lie but coming out here this moment right here has made the past couple months worth it.

She nods her head.

Bobbinette: So of course I was in the flats-

The crowd pops as she mentions it casually.

Bobbinette: and I was showing my friends what Cleveland has to offer and talking about how it’s amazing that a girl who grew up and lived off of Fulton avenue is going to tear the house apart tonight showing –

Bobbinette is interrupted as the lights go out and those eyes, you know those eyes appear on the HOV as A as a synthesized hymn begins to play and Scott Stevens’ music interrupts her thoughts causing the entire crowd to start booing uproariously. Stevens stops at the top of the ramp and glares out towards Bobbinette as his 97 Red spectacles glisten in the light before making his way down. The Texan ascends the ring steps and climbs into the ring as the arena lights come on and Scott calls for a mic.

Scott Stevens: Carey, no one is proud to be from Cleveland.

The crowd boos louder.

Scott Stevens: Hell, the real Cleveland Browns moved to Baltimore and have actually accomplished success since leaving this dump.

The crowd grows rabid and begins to chant Stevens’ famous chant.

Crowd: FUCK YOU STEVENS!

Clap x5

Scott Stevens: The truth hurts I know.

Stevens informs the crowd before turning his attention back to Bobbinette.

Scott Stevens: Carey, I hear you are still running your mouth thinking I had something to do with the travesties in your life recently.

Carey shakes her head and shouts at the Texan.

Scott Stevens: The only travesty is that you are wasting everyone of these scumbags in this arena’s time.

The crowd boos causing Stevens to stop and shake his head.

Scott Stevens: No one gives a shit about the so-called Queen of HOW.

Stevens steps up to her.

Scott Stevens: Because I certainly don’t and never had.

Stevens looks down and brings the mic closer to face.

Scott Stevens: The honest truth Carey, I think you’re an overrated hack who got lucky with the success she achieved in HOW because the competition level wasn’t as great as when I showed up.

The crowd boos and Bobbinette scoffs as she glares at him.

Bobbinette Carey: Seriously Stevens?

Stevens bumps her with his chest.

Scott Stevens: Really. I proved this when I embarrassed you in HIS ring. I proved this when the legendary Bobbinette Carey couldn’t hang with the Demi-God of HOW in the Golden Circle for more than five minutes.

Stevens serious face starts to soften.

Scott Stevens: However, there is a way for you to redeem yourself.

Bobbinette rolls her eyes at him.

Bobbinette Carey: Really?

She asks with curiosity.

Scott Stevens: By joining the House of Best.

The crowd boos become deafening and Carey laughs.

Bobbinette Carey: There is no way in hell Stevens. I’m not joining the House of Best.

The arena erupts into cheers and Stevens flicks his tongue over his teeth.

Bobbinette Carey: But what you are going to do is tell everyone the truth. You’re going to admit you killed me!

Bobbinette screams and the Texan shakes his head. Stevens turns to leave, but Carey grabs his arm.

Bobbinette Carey: I SAID CONFESS !

Bobbinette yells and Stevens throws his hands up.

Scott Stevens: Fine.

Bobbinette Carey: I knew it!

Scott Stevens: Do you want me to do this or not?

Stevens asks and Carey nods.

Scott Stevens: I admit….

BAM!

TOXIC STING!

Stevens looks down at Carey with hatred in his eyes as his glasses fell off. Scott reaches down and puts them back on before reaching for the mic.

Scott Stevens: I confess that I wish it was me trying to kill you, but since they can’t do the job, I guess I’ll have to do it for them.

Stevens picks Carey up and places her between his legs. Stevens reaches down looking for his spike piledriver when the music of STRONK Daddy begins to play and STRONK rushes to the ring and the Demi-God of HOW slithers his way out of the Golden Circle and into the sea of filth as he makes his way through the crowd.

STRONK hits the ring to cheers from the fans. Abdullah Choi is nowhere to be found. He grabs Carey by the wrist and jerks her to her feet. More cheers and applause come from the crowd as STRONK Daddy and a dazed Bobbinette Carey stand in the middle of the ring.

Before Carey can utter a word, STRONK turns and exits the ring, walking to the back with the same detached expression on his face, as CHAOS cuts to its first commercial break of the evening….a commercial that is specifically targeted at one Ms. Carey.

We come back from commercial and the High Octane Vision buzzes with pulsing static, causing a ruckus in the stands at the Rocket Mortgage Arena.

Voice: singing Fun times in Cleveland today.

Three Other Different Voices: singing Cleve-land!

The big screen focuses into view with a crouching Anglo Luchador, PRIME Intense Championship uncharacteristically slung over his shoulder (tecnicos wear belts around their waist, muchacho), in front of three other people, faces off-screen from where the camera is pointing.

TAL: It’s your friendly neighborhood luchador, you Redheads. I know you’ve missed me. I’d come around more often, but I heard the EPU is using my effigy for taser target practice. Gotta tell you, I almost convulsed watching that kid from Florida get the shock while pleading “DON’T TASE ME, BRO,” so I’m not about to risk this championship-winning body before I have to step in that rat’s nest and deal with a bunch of people who hate me just because Bart Harley Jarvis says they should.

The crowd boos the luchador’s disrespect of the current HOW LSD and ICON Champion.

TAL: Aw, man, you guys really love him, don’tcha? Or at least love him when I come for his ass. It’s alright. I understand tribalism. I worked backstage at TEAM. Lots of egos there. Some of them were as big as your boy’s, but none of them were as stinky. P-U.

The luchador mockingly fans the vapors away from his nose.

TAL: I mean, not only is he a recovering Crayon Factory captive and a rambunctious toddler on social media, but he’s also coming into my home and pushing drugs to try and secure the downfall of my friend. Liquid STRONKUMMS? Really? Bringing that shit into my home arena? I’d rather Dr. Jonathan Crane throw a foam party in the locker room.

The luchador shakes his head and holds up the Intense Championship.

TAL: You see this? This belt means I’m a steward of my company. It’s the reason why I haven’t been around too much to play footsie with the EPU and the Best Alliance or whatever the hell it is you goons call yourselves. But I got the job done at UltraViolence, which you can watch on demand on the ACE Network, a much better streaming service than that Hot-Vee bullshit…

Boos from the crowd intensify.

TAL: That means I can put my crosshairs on you, Bart Harley Jarvis. Now, you rubes may not believe it, but I fancy myself a tecnico. For those of you who are ignorant to the traditions of lucha libre, that means I wear a figurative white hat. It doesn’t matter if you boo me, I’m not going to cheat or try any shenanigans. That doesn’t mean I’m an idiot though. I know you’re going to try to make sure I don’t embarrass you in your home arena by any means necessary. GREAT SCOTT. STRONK GODSON. Hell, you might have the boss, Ol’ Greybeard, there to make sure things go your way. You know what that means? That means I need backup too.

The luchador rises to reveal the faces of the people standing behind him – an unkempt bearded man holding the PRIME Five Star Championship, another masked man with a blue and white mask carrying his PRIME Tag Team Championship belt, and a short but feisty-looking woman with rainbow-colored hair.

TAL: First off, I got the guy that you tried to PED your way OUT of the Five Star Championship. His name is Erik Black. You know him as Rezin. He is the crustiest, meanest, most punk rock son of a bitch I have the honor of knowing, and he owns your bear-lovin’, coke-addicted manchild in the ring.

Rezin’s eyes flare as he stares into the camera.

TAL: Next, he’s lean, he’s mean, and even though he’s not OSHA certified, he will drive a forklift through your bullshit. I know him as Jared Sykes. You know him as King Blueberry. Don’t let the jovial exterior fool you. This man is 100 percent pure ability, and, as a bonus, he’s coming to you pissed THE FUCK off. You see, he just saw his best friend in the whole world get taken out by his own tag partner. He’s got a lot of punches to throw, and he don’t give a shit where they land. That’s bad news for any of you who think you got the drop on me.

Blueberry nods, the pure, unchecked anger bubbling behind his eyes.

TAL: Finally, she might be short, but she’s still taller than STRONK, and I know firsthand how hard she hits in the ring. Ria Lockhart and I forged a bond in barbed wire, and there’s no one, and I mean absolutely NO ONE I would want having my six than Ms. Rainbow Rock over here.

Ria flashes a devilish smile.

TAL: October 2. The Best Arena. I am coming to represent PRIME, represent myself, and represent human decency. Jace…

The crowd gasps at the luchador using JPD’s birth name.

TAL: I hope you know that you could have avoided all of this by leaving that @ button on Twitter alone. Now, all the Liquid STRONKUMMS in the world won’t save you from the hell you got coming. You thought I would be easy pickings? Wrong, nerd. I am PRIME. Rezin is PRIME. The King is PRIME. Rainbow Rock is PRIME. And we’re gonna go “McKenna Blue” all over your ass until you squeal a feeble apology to me right there in the middle of your home arena.

The video and HOV cut to black.

We cut backstage where Brian Bare is seen walking frantically backstage looking for something. Steve Harrison suddenly comes around a corner decked out in his Miracle Enterprise wrestling gear looking focused on his upcoming match. Brian puts his arms up and waves at Steve Harrison stops and looks down at Brian.

Steve Harrison: What do you want?

Brian Bare: I heard you were seen so I was hoping to catch a word. Lot of people weren’t sure if you would be able to make inside the arena tonight.

Harrison pulls something out of his pocket and throws it Brian.

Steve Harrison: I bought a ticket just in case Chris USA wanted to continue playing games, but it seems he lacked the security budget this week…you know since Americans don’t take rubles as payment.

Bare nods

Brian Bare: I am not sure about budgets…but you both have different things to focus on tonight, but I am sure Conor Fuse is happy you were able to make inside tonight.

Steve laughs.

Steve Harrison: Wait…what?

Brian Bare: Common cause, you know?

Steve Harrison: Look Brian, I don’t want to talk about Conor Fuse he is not important to ME right now. If he holds up his part tonight, then fine but this is about putting another dent in that rusting armor The Board continues to wear. We are up against it tonight, but I want that cowering world champion to watch what real perseverance is tonight and to realize I am not going to stop until that title is around my waist.

Harrison goes to walk away towards the entrance for his match which is next, but Brian continues talking.

Brian Bare: Any thought on what Ellis said about your relationship with the Highwaymen?

The Miracle Man stops and turns angrily and storms back towards Brian.

Steve Harrison: ASK ME THAT AGAIN!

Brian steps back seeing the spit fly from the mouth of the angry Man of all Miracles.

Brian Bare: Uh…no, sorry…

Harrison nudges Brian away and walks again towards the entrance ramp.

Steve Harrison: Assholes.

Harrison gets near the entrance ramp and sits down to clam himself as he waits for his music to hit.

“Bridgeless,” By Umphrey’s McGee begins to play, the guitar riff becoming louder and faster. The crowd pops with cheers and boos as usual for:

The Miracle Man

Steve Harrison smacks the curtain away angrily and proceeds to storm out of the back a grimace on his face from the conversation with Brian Bare. His eye is blackish but is no longer swollen so he can see as the crowd erupts with cheers for their new favorite to dethrone Christopher America and The Board. He makes no motion towards the crowd tonight though as he is only focused on his opponents. He gets to the ring and slides inside and leans against the open turnbuckle and commences to smack his cheeks with both of his hands to hype himself up as we await the rest of the participants of our next match.

All attention turns back towards the entrance ramp as 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, keeping one eye on Harrison, and hands it to a crewmember.

Joe Hoffman: It is clear what Lee was doing booking these two men together in a tag match. EVERYONE knows that these two will ultimately do battle a PPV down the road but tonight….tonight they must find a way to work together to take on…

Joe is interrupted as “UNDEAD” hits the PA system as EVERYONE in the arena turns towards the entrance ramp.

Joe Hoffman: OH MY GOD….IS HE….

But there is no GOD.

The nearly sold out arena begins booing unmercifully as the LSD Champion makes his way out with GREAT SCOTT by his side.

Joe Hoffman: Well unlike Harrison and Fuse….these two men are coming out TOGETHER…as a TEAM.

The crowd continues to boo as the two men make their way down to the ringside area. As they climb up into the ring the boos are so loud one would think that DeShaun Watson was set up next to a merchandise booth giving out free massages.

“UNDEAD” slowly fades out and we see HOW Hall of Fame referee Matt Boettcher signal for the two teams to take their corners as he is set to start the match.

DING DING

Conor insists on starting the altercation and Harrison agrees while Jace ushers SCOTT through the ropes. SCOTT goes without asking any questions, the PWA Megastar and Conor Fuse lockup in the center of the ring. Fuse starts the exchange with an arm wrench, SCOTT tries to rip his arm away but Fuse quickly folds it back into a hammerlock. SCOTT manages to pivot at the right moment and slide behind and putting Fuse in a hammerlock. He looks back towards Jace, but Jace waves him off and SCOTT grabs Fuse around the waist.

Joe Hoffman: Looks like Jace is fine with GREAT SCOTT handling the action.

SCOTT throws Fuse over his head for a german suplex but Fuse lands on his feet. As SCOTT sits up he is surprised by Fuse delivering a kick right between his shoulder blades. SCOTT gets to his feet with his arms back and grimacing about his back. Fuse grabs SCOTT and tries to irishwhip him but SCOTT already has had his morning powerup and reverses the move on Conor Fuse sending him into the corner. SCOTT follows Fuse into the corner with a big splash that connects with Fuse’s sternum.

Joe Hoffman: Was that a Stinger Splash from SCOTT?

After squashing the former two time world champion SCOTT holds his arm out and tags in JPD. Jace comes in with a kick to Fuse’s midsection, followed up with an elbow to the mouth. Fuse is banged up a bit by his former friend. Jace takes a few steps back, runs into the corner and smashes Fuse with a big rising knee lift. JPD reaches over and tags back in SCOTT, he holds Fuse in the corner while SCOTT runs from across the ring again and smashes Fuse.

Joe Hoffman: Great teamwork from SCOTT and JPD

Fuse is trapped in no man’s land, but the former tag team specialist knows his way around a wrestling ring, and his way around this particular situation. SCOTT comes in again looking for a splash but Fuse drops to the ground and SCOTT connects with all turnbuckle. Fuse starts crawling across the ring while SCOTT comes out of the corner grimacing and holding his chest. He tags Jace in, Jace scrambles to get to Fuse, but he’s not in time and in comes Steve Harrison.

Joe Hoffman: Both teams make the tag!

Jace is already too far across the ring and Harrison grabs him and tosses him into his and Fuse’s corner. Harrison fires off a right jab, another right jab, another right jab, follows it with a left hook to the ribs and a knee to the face. JPD starts to Flair walk out of the corner but Harrison unloads with a knife edge chop that sends a shudder down the cuyahoga. Harrison unloads again, and again, before finally Jace slumps into the corner. Harrison unloads with a Steve Austin style mudhole stomping.

Joe Hoffman: Harrison going to town on JPD!

Fuse reaches out, slapping Harrison across the back of the shoulders. Harrison is out quickly, and Fuse slingshots himself over the top rope, connecting with a dropkick to Jace. Fuse is back up quick, and this time Jace is in no man’s land. Fuse tags Harrison back in, and the two get JPD up to his feet, both grab a front face lock and slam JPD to the mat with a quick double snap suplex.

Joe Hoffman: Steve Harrison and Conor Fuse hate each other, but Harrison is an elite tag team competitor, and so is Fuse. They may be oil and water on the outside, but damn are they sweet to watch inside.

JPD arches and grabs his back, he tries to reach out towards SCOTT but Harrison drags Jace back to the corner. He grabs Jace by the head and drops a knee down on JPD’s neck. Harrison starts unloading with stomps. SCOTT tries to come into the ring but Boettcher manages to cut him off. Harrison drags Jace back to the corner and tags in Fuse. He holds Jace down, and Fuse slings himself over the top rope dropping a leg drop onto Jace’s neck. Fuse tags Harrison and holds Jace down, Harrison proceeds to fling himself over the top rope awkwardly and drops a leg drop on Jace as well.

Joe Hoffman: These two are working in sync, this is scary.

Harrison tags back in Fuse, Fuse once again comes across with a third leg drop. He hooks the leg and Boettcher slides in for the pin.

Matt Boettcher: 1!

Matt Boettcher: 2!

KICKOUT!

The ICON and LSD Champion kicks out emphatically and immediately starts trying to make his way to SCOTT. SCOTT has his arm outstretched as far as he can reach. Jace gets to his feet and tries to make a dive but Fuse manages to spin him around towards him. Jace immediately fires a right hand that smashes Fuse across the mouth. Then another. It opens up just enough of a gap to tag in GREAT SCOTT!

Joe Hoffman: Fresh man for team Stronkumms.

SCOTT comes in like a bull in a china shop. He grabs Fuse stomach to stomach and yeets Fuse back over his head with a belly to belly suplex. Fuse crashes to the canvas hard. Harrison comes into the ring uninvited and eats a belly to belly suplex of his own. SCOTT jumps to his feet flexing. He takes off sprinting at Conor Fuse resting in the corner and smashes him with a big splash. Fuse wobbles out of the corner and falls down on his face. Harrison comes running back across the ring but SCOTT sends him crashing to the canvas with a spinebuster. Harrison rolls almost straight out of the ring while Fuse tries to get to his feet to catch his bearings.

Joe Hoffman: WHAT A DISPLAY FROM SCOTT! Took absolute control of this match!

SCOTT comes up behind Fuse grabbing the former world champion and sending him flying back over his head this time with a german suplex. Fuse hits the ground and almost bounces while SCOTT runs over and goes for a pinfall.

Matt Boettcher: ONE!

Matt Boettcher: TWO!

KICKOUT!

Fuse kicks out, SCOTT pulls the smaller man to his feet by his hair. He goes to grab Fuse for another suplex, but Fuse manages to slip out and under SCOTT. He quickly goes for a backslide pin.

Matt Boettcher: ONE!

Matt Boettcher: TWO!

SCOTT kicks out. Both men are back to their feet quickly. Just as Fuse gets all the way up he manages to hit SCOTT with a dropkick that sends the big man stumbling into the ropes. Fuse kips up and as SCOTT comes back off of the ropes, Fuse catches him with a spinning heel kick. SCOTT wobbles back wards and manages to make a tag to JPD while Fuse manages to tag in a rejuvenated Steve Harrison.

Joe Hoffman: Two fresh men back in the ring here.

Harrison and Jace start unloading with rights and lefts, but Steve finally manages to catch Jace with a knee to the midsection to stop the exchange. Jace leans over and Harrison drops him to the canvas with a picture perfect Jake The Snake Roberts esque DDT. Jace looks like he got hit by a taser and Harrison smirks. He brings JPD back to his feet and sends him flying into the Fuse/Harrison corner.

Joe Hoffman: Jace has been here once already.

Harrison doesn’t keep him there for long though, he hammers home a few forearm shots but sends Jace to the ground with a big belly to belly suplex with a high release, having Jace land on the back of his head. Harrison gets back up and pulls Jace right back to his feet. He locks in the chickenwing.

Joe Hoffman: IT’S A HARRICLE!

Jace gets flipped back into the corner with the Harricle. Fuse is holding his hand out for a tag and Harrison tags in Fuse. Fuse vaults to the top rope and comes off the top rope with the 450 Super Splash. He crashes into Jace, and hooks one leg. SCOTT tries to come across the ring but Harrison meets him in the middle, taking SCOTT all the way to the far corner.

Matt Boettcher: ONE!

Matt Boettcher: TWO!

SCOTT finally breaks free of Harrison.

Joe Hoffman: SCOTT’s not gonna get there in time!

Matt Boettcher: THREE!

DING DING DING

Bryan McVay: Winners of the match in 19 minutes and 57 seconds…..CONOR FUSE AND STEVE HARRISON!!!!

Fuse and Harrison quickly exit the ring as a stunned GREAT SCOTT looks on.

Joe Hoffman: HUGE win for Fuse and Harrison here tonight. Say what you will about their past…tonight…in the ring….they proved that they can work and succeed together. Wow. Big win.

We cut away as the Cleveland fans continue to cheer on Fuse and Harrison.

MRThe scene cuts backstage to Blaire Moise who is standing next to Simon Sparrow/Jatt Starr/Starrsek Industries who is donning a red and black checkered suit. Before Blaire can ask a question, a smaller, smarmy individual with his doublebreasted pinstrip suit, slicked back har, van dyke goatee, and pinky ring, shoves past putting himself between the HOW interviewer and his client. Sal, the Rembrandt of Wrestling’s agent, speaks with an almost Joe Pescian aplomb and tone.

Sal: Whoa! Hold up there, sweetheart. My client has had what can only described as a turbulent last few weeks culminating in the fact that America, the country, almost fucked my client with some bureaucratic bullshit involving multiple pieces of government identifications, and tonight, he WILL fuck America, the person, up. Now, moving on from—-

Blaire Moise: Who are you?

Sal: Who am I? WHO am I? Sal Cassetti. Talent Agent. You got any representation? I got connections you know….

Sal reaches into his pocket and hands Blaire his card.

Sal: With your look, I’m thinkin’ adult films, I can get you in touch with Johnnie Hardcock. He directs the “Busty Boobardier” series.

Simon Sparrow: SAL!

Sal: I’m trying to do a nice thing here. I bring her to a Coppola, I’d get laughed at.

Simon Sparrow: Shut up and let the females talk.

Simon Sparrow motions Sal out of the way and stands next to Blaire Moise.

Simon Sparrow: Blaire, I will have you know that being a strong female in this male dominated industry, I admire that you carry on with your strength when the toxic masculinity in the HOW runs rampant.

Blaire Moise: You’re a female now?

Sal: OH!!! Don’t gender shame my client!

Blaire Moise: It’s a legitimate question!

Sal: Your tone says otherwise! My client has multiple government issued ID’s indicating that the person standing here with you that is not me is, in fact, a female, toots! And any attempt at slandering my client’s sexuality will constitute a—-

Simon Sparrow: Hold up, Sal. She’s right. By all accounts, I am not a traditional female, but, as recognized by the United States of America, I am the first ever Female HOW Hall of Famer. I am a rolemodel to all women out there that if you work hard and believe in yourself, you can accomplish anything, including kicking toxic, misogynistic creepshow ass of Sektor tonight and at “Rumble at the Rock”. “Rumble at the Rock” is no longer about what you did to me, Sektor. It is about what you have done to all women….you’ve turned poor, innocent coeds into sluts and whores. You’re a deadbeat father. If it wasn’t for Sutler Kael watching over her, she’d be working a pole at a dingy gentleman’s club…no, too classy….she’d be working a pole at a truck stop tittie bar with a lunch buffet older than Helen Mirren’s breasts…and when she’s working the pole, she would work pervy trucker’s poles in the “V.I.P. Room” to some crappy German techno dance song.

Sal: Hey, you might not wanna slander Helen Mirren.

Simon Sparrow: Sorry, I’m on my period.

Sal: Whoa! I don’t need to hear that!

Blaire Moise: You can’t get your period.

Simon Sparrow: I want to pee and blood came out and now I’m in a pissy mood. What do call that?

Blaire Moise: It’s not a—

Simon Sparrow: It feels more like an exclamation point than a period, that’s for sure. Since you’re the only woman that seems to work here….how does this work?

Simon Sparrow pulls out a tampon.

Simon Sparrow: Do dab the tip with it after I go? Or do I just shove it down there like a balled up sock?

Blaire Moise: Um…no….you need to see a doctor if you are pissing blood.

Simon Sparrow: Like one of the Oxygen doctors.

Sal: Lady doctors.

Simon Sparrow: I don’t think the doctor being a fellow woman would have anything to do with it.

Sal: No, lady doctors, like doctors that specialize in the womanly issues.

Simon Sparrow: Right. Genealogists.

Sal: No, it’s O-B-G-Wan or something.

Blaire Moise: Is there anything you like to add about the match tonight?

Simon Sparrow: Yeah, after I win tonight, in spite of that bitch, Bobbinette Carey, who, let’s face it, isn’t hot….next week, I will have a major announcement. An announcement that will shock the HOW to it’s very core. But, first thing’s first….Winning.

Simon Sparrow and Sal continue talking in the background with Simon pointing vehemently at the tampon and his crotch as Blaire Moise can only force a smile that does nothing to mask her discomfort at this circumstance.

Coming back from commercial break we head to the ringside area here in Cleveland, Ohio. The nearly sold out crowd here in the Rocket Mortgage Fieldhouse are ready to see more action. They are buzzing because later tonight they’ll get to see HOW Hall of Famer and Cleveland native Bobbinette Carey compete in the main event. We shift to the announcers table where Joe Hoffman is ready to call the action.

Joe Hoffman: Welcome back to Chaos 010 live here in Cleveland, Ohio. We have singles action on tap here next where HOW Hall of Famer The Hardcore Artist Scottywood will step into the ring. He will be squaring off with a member of The Board and seemingly the object of Bobbinette Carey’s affection in STRONK Godson. Let’s send it to the ring where Bryan McVay is ready to make the introductions.

Joe nods his head and smiles towards the camera before it shifts to the center of the ring where Bryan McVay is standing. Bryan has his microphone in hand as referee Joel Hortega stands besides him.

Bryan McVay: Our next contest is a singles match and it’s scheduled for one fall!

“BEG” by Seether begins to play as the fans turn towards the entrance ramp. From the back emerges the HOW Hall of Famer wearing his New York Rangers jersey. Scottywood has his barbed wire hockey stick in one hand and a beer in the other. What is the beer you ask? 97% sure it’s some German pumpkin based bullshit IPA that no one has ever heard of before. Scottywood takes a drink from the mystery beer as he raises the hockey stick into the air.

 

Bryan McVay: Introducing FIRST! Making his way to the ring from New York City, New York. Weighing in tonight at 265 lbs. and standing at six feet and five inches tall, he is THE HARDCORE ARTIST! SCOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTY! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!

The crowd here in Cleveland boos loudly given the comments from the HOW Hall of Famer about the city earlier this week. Even being the self-proclaimed #1 Best Friend of Bobbinette Carey can save Scottywood from the anger of the fans. Scottywood lowers his hockey stick and makes his way down the ramp towards the ring. Scottywood rears back the hockey stick while threatening to hit fans in the front row that heckling him.

Joe Hoffman: It’s been well documented that Scottywood’s HOW contract will not be renewed which means at RATR we’ll witness the last match of the HOW legend. It seems Scottywood is focused on Scott Stevens but also looking to piss off everyone else on his way to riding off into the sunset as an HOW wrestler.

Scottywood laughs before taking another drink from his beer. Scottywood makes his way up the steel ring steps then steps through the ropes to center the ring. The Hardcore Artist raises his hockey stick into the air once again before making his way to his corner to finish off his beer.

Bryan McVay: And his opponent…

The lights in the arena go down as “STRONKER” by FLAV RILLE begins to play. STRONK GODSON walks out onto the stage, with Abdullah Choi following behind him. The fans pop for his arrival—promiscuous women and drunk and disorderly men, especially.  STRONK is wearing a pelt made from MONGO’s skin as a cape while holding the femur bone that almost killed Conor Fuse. There is no STRONK AF t-shirt, no joy at all to be found in the demeanor of the STRONKEST Man Alive. Choi begins to try and hype up the crowd and points over towards his massive meal ticket but STRONK absolutely ignores him.Bryan McVay: Making his way to the ring from Somewhere in Minnesota. Weighing in tonight at 307.1 lbs and standing five feet nine inches tall. He is THE KING STALLION STRONKKKKKKK! GODSONNNNNNNN!

STRONK walks to the ring completely disregarding Choi and just before stomping up the ring steps he looks out at the crowd. STRONK’s emotionless glare doesn’t even change due to all the fans cheering him and waving their “I ship STRONK & Carey” signs in the air. STRONK enters the ring then slowly and carefully removes the pelt cape from around his neck. STRONK holds it and looks at it fondly before folding it and placing it on the mat in the corner.

Joe Hoffman: STRONK has been quite torn both mentally and emotionally ever since Bobbinette Carey sent him half a cow as a gift. For weeks we’ve teetered on the will they or won’t they between the two stars. Scottywood on the other hand as warned STRONK Godson and made some rather lewd comments about any intimate relations that may or may not happened between The King Stallion and The Queen of Epicness. I have a feeling that won’t sit well with the man that nearly choked the life out of Conor Fuse.

STRONK places the femur bone down in the corner as McVay exits the ring. Hortega convinces Scottywood to put down the hockey stick and dispose of the empty beer can. Once both men have put away their various items Hortega signals for the bell to officially start the match.

DING DING

Both STRONK and Scottywood walk out of their corners and stand toe to toe in the center of the ring. Scottywood obviously towers over the much shorter STRONK who at 5’9” has to crane his neck upwards to look the 6’5” Scottywood in the face. Scottywood unleashes a verbal assault on STRONK while pointing his index finger in his face. STRONK grabs a hold of Scottywood’s finger and begins to crush it in his mighty grip. Scottywood howls in pain but hits STRONK with a knee to the midsection that causes him to break his grip on the finger. Scottywood begins to pepper STRONK with heavy right hands that stagger him back towards the ropes. Scottywood grabs a hold of STRONK and whips him into the ropes. STRONK comes off the ropes but Scottywood hits him with a clothesline that sends him crashing down to the canvas.

Joe Hoffman: In true Scottywood fashion, he shows no fear when standing up against a man as physically opposing as STRONK. The Hardcore Artist is taking the fight to STRONK and has managed take the big man off of his feet here in the early going.

STRONK pulls himself back up to his feet quickly but turns around and gets hit with a dropkick from Scottywood that sends him right back down to the canvas. Scottywood gets to his feet and then races towards the ropes. Scottywood bounces off the ropes then hits STRONK with an elbow drop while he’s laying on the canvas. Scottywood quickly transitions into a cover as Hortega slides in for the count.

Joel Hortega: UNO

Big time kickout by STRONK.

Joe Hoffman: Scottywood is pressing the issue here going for the quick cover on STRONK but it only got him a one count before STRONK launched the 265 lbs. Hall of Famer off of him like he was nothing.

Just like Joe said, Scottywood hit the canvas hard after being literally thrown off of his opponent. Scottywood shakes his head for a moment as STRONK begins to pull himself off of the canvas. Scottywood doesn’t let the feat of strength distract him from the task at hand. Scottywood charges and goes low hitting STRONK with a chop block to the back of the knee. STRONK crumbles down to the canvas as Scottywood gets back up to his feet. Scottywood leans down and grabs a hold of STRONK by his mighty tree trunk like legs. Scottywood yells out “FUCK BOSTON” before turning STRONK over and locking in a New York crab on The King Stallion. Scottywood leans back and applies as much pressure to the hold as he possibly can as Hortega drops down to check on STRONK.

Joe Hoffman: Scottywood has decided to attack the legs of STRONK and now has him locked in what he calls the New York crab. It’s a smart plan by Scottywood as not only does it keep STRONK on the canvas but you do damage to STRONK’s capability of maintaining a vertical base.

Hortega asks STRONK if he wants to give it up but STRONK shakes his head no. STRONK plants his hands firmly on the canvas then uses his strength to lift himself off of the mat. STRONK begins to use his hands to walk his way towards the ropes with Scottywood on his back. Scottywood continues to work on the legs of STRONK but that doesn’t stop him from inching closer and closer to the bottom rope. Scottywood tries to drag STRONK back to the center of the ring but STRONK is too strong and keeps working his way towards the ropes. STRONK reaches out and grabs a hold of the bottom rope as Hortega calls for a break of the hold. Scottywood keeps the move locked in until Hortega counts to 4.99999 before letting go of Godson. Scottywood goes back on the assault and begins laying in kicks and stomps to the fallen STRONK Daddy. Scottywood grabs a hold of STRONK by the hair then pulls him up to his feet only to toss him through the ropes and down to the arena floor.

Joe Hoffman: Scottywood tosses STRONK to the outside and this can only mean trouble since Scottywood likes to take liberties with the rulebook on the outside of the ring. However, you can’t win the match on the outside of the ring.

Scottywood exits the ring and goes after STRONK. Scottywood grabs a hold of STRONK and pulls him up to his feet. Scottywood hits STRONK with a side Russian leg sweep crashing the back of his head off of the steel barricade. Scottywood gets back up to his feet then drags STRONK up and rolls him back into the ring near the corner. Scottywood reaches into the ring and grabs a hold of STRONK’s leg. Scottywood smashes STRONK leg around the steel ring post before sliding back into the ring. Scottywood stalks STRONK who pulls himself away from the corner and tries to fight his way back up to his feet. STRONK gets up to his hands and knees as Scottywood charges and hits Godson with the Ice Kick to the side of the head. Scottywood hooks the leg and makes the cover on STRONK as Hortega slides in for the count.

Joel Hortega: UNO

Joel Hortega: DOS

Kickout by STRONK.

Joe Hoffman: Sickening kick to the head by Scottywood to STRONK and it nearly ended this thing right here but STRONK kicks out at two. Scottywood has thrown everything but the kitchen sink at Godson but if STRONK doesn’t mount some offense then things aren’t going to go his way.

Scottywood gets up to his feet then signals to the crowd that he’s about to end Godson. Scottywood grabs a hold of STRONK by the hair and pulls him up to his feet. Scottywood uses every ounce of strength in his body to lift STRONK up onto his shoulders. Scottywood goes for the Game Misconduct but STRONK manages to work his way off of Scottywood’s shoulders and land on his feet behind him. STRONK uses both hands to shove Scottywood forward and chest first into the corner. STRONK charges towards the corner but Scottywood turns around quickly and hits STRONK with a boot to the face that staggers him. Scottywood notices the pelt in the corner that STRONK used as a cape then grabs a hold of it. Scottywood raises into the air then as a sign of disrespect pretends to blow his nose on the pelt. STRONK’s eyes widen before he charges and hits Scottywood with a spear that knocks both men through the ropes and down to the arena floor.

Joe Hoffman: Scottywood nearly connected with the Game Misconduct but then decides to rub salt into the wound with STRONK. That prized pelt of MONGO is something very special to Godson and now the mountain of muscle has snapped and looks to destroy The Hardcore Artist.

STRONK remains on top of Scottywood then wraps his massive hands around Scottywood’s skull. STRONK begins to repeatedly bash Scottywood’s head into the arena floor like a coconut he is trying to crack open. Choi makes his way over and tries to pull STRONK off of Scottywood but STRONK literally shoves Choi away. STRONK gets back up to his feet then grabs a hold of Scottywood and rolls him back into the ring. STRONK slides back into the ring as Scottywood staggers back up to his feet. STRONK grabs a hold of Scottywood from behind and then hits him with a Backdrop Driver. STRONK keeps his grip on Scottywood then hits him with a second Backdrop Driver and then a third. Scottywood begins to crawl towards his corner as STRONK gets back up to his feet. STRONK stalks towards Scottywood but doesn’t notice that The Hardcore Artist has grabbed a hold of his barbed wire wrapped hockey stick.

Joe Hoffman: Scottywood is about to get himself disqualified just to take out STRONK Godson. So much for his promise to Bobbinette Carey!

STRONK grabs a hold of Scottywood then pulls him back up to his feet. Scottywood turns around and swings the barbed wire hockey stick at STRONK but STRONK blocks it. STRONK snatches the hockey stick away from Scottywood then snaps it in half much to the dismay of The Hardcore Artist. STRONK tosses the pieces of the hockey stick away but Scottywood rakes the eyes of Godson.

Joe Hoffman: STRONK caught the barbed wire hockey stick with his bare hands and then snapped it like a twig right before Scottywood’s eyes. But Scottywood decided to use another dirty tactic by raking Godson in the eyes.

Scottywood goes to lift STRONK up onto his shoulders once again for Game Misconduct but Godson counters with clubbing blows to the spine of Scottywood. STRONK grabs a hold of Scottywood then lifts him high into the air. STRONK brings Scottywood down to the canvas hard with a vertical drop brainbuster. STRONK gets up to his feet then grabs a hold of Scottywood by the neck and lifts him back up to his feet. STRONK lifts Scottywood up onto his shoulders before nailing him with the Squat Rack Breaker. STRONK gets up his feet once again then grabs the pelt off of the canvas. STRONK wraps it back around his neck wearing MONGO’s skin like a cape. Scottywood uses the ropes to try and pull himself back up to a vertical base. STRONK grabs a hold of Scottywood from behind and locks in The Loop Hold.

Joe Hoffman: STRONK has it locked in and this might be it for Scottywood!

Scottywood tries to power his way out of the hold but STRONK falls to the canvas and wraps his legs around Scottywood. Hortega drops down and acts Scottywood if he wants to submit but of course Scottywood refuses. STRONK continues to apply pressure to the hold but defiantly Scottywood raises his hand into the air and flips a bird before finally losing consciousness. Hortega signals for the bell.

DING DING

Bryan McVay: Here is your winner by submission… The King Stallion STRONKKKKK! GODSONNNNNNN!!!!!!

Joe Hoffman: STRONK withstood the barrage by Scottywood but once The Hardcore Artist put his hands on the pelt it was like Godson became a totally different animal. Big win for STRONK as he looks to build some more momentum towards Rumble at the Rock.

STRONK doesn’t let go of Scottywood as Hortega pleads with him to let go. Abdullah Choi slides into the ring and tries to help get Godson off of the lifeless Scottywood but to no avail. Choi grabs a hold of the pelt and pulls on it trying to get STRONK to listen to reason. STRONK lets go of Scottywood and shoots to his feet instantly. STRONK has murderous intentions in his eyes as he stalks towards his roommate and manager who backs away into the corner. STRONK stares a hole through Choi but decides to exit the ring and grab the femur bone. STRONK marches his back up the ramp leaving Choi inside of the ring as we cut away from ringside.

We cut away from ringside after that hotly-contested bout between STRONK and Scottywood to a pre-taped vignette. How do we know it’s pre-taped? The big, bold letters inform us this is “A RANDALL SCHWARTZ PRODUCTION,” that’s why. Dramatic, orchestral music starts to play as we fade into an establishing shot of Las Vegas in all its glory. Soon, we hear a deep, commanding voice speak in the background.

VOICEOVER: Welcome to Las Vegas, a city of lights, a city…of sin.

We cut to footage of boxing and other combat sports, showing highlights of some of the biggest moments as the voiceover continues amidst the now-swelling tones of the music.

VOICEOVER: The fight capital of the world, it has provided fans of all combat sports a central location to watch the most important bouts in history…and tonight, it will be the battlefield for one more.

From here we cut to a shot of Xander Azula, wrapping his wrists in tape and doing some shadow boxing and kicking as the voiceover speaks again, the music reaching a crescendo now and slowly adding in drums and guitar.

VOICEOVER: Xander Azula steps into the ring with Kyle McRae inside the Goodfellas Casino, looking to prove once and for all that some violence is better left…unsanctioned.

The guitar now takes the lead on the background music, a wailing riff as we transition to a graphic hyping Xander Azula taking on Kyle McRae at sVo’s Showdown 137, with a reminder that you can watch the replay live here on High Octane Television!

Back live from commercial and we see Scott Stevens walking backstage. He walks by the locker room marked STRONK. He passes by briskly and keeps walking down the hall as he sees an open room. He ducks into the room, closing the door leaning against it. He turns around and he sees the lie detector machine that he tossed earlier tonight in the room. His eyes dart around adjusting to the darkness seeing Carey and Conor.

Bobbinette Carey: Why are you trying to kill me?

She asks as she approaches one side and Conor on the other, preventing Stevens from leaving.

Conor Fuse: I was going to be Batman.

Conor says with a sad look on his face. Bobbinette shakes her head.

Bobbinette: You’d be more like Superman.

She says with a half nod. Stevens wants to vomit.

Scott Stevens: You couldn’t even be a Robin.

Stevens says with a chuckle. Bobbinette glares at Stevens, ignoring his comment.

Bobbinette Carey: You can answer the questions.

Conor cracks his knuckles as he approaches Stevens. A part of Conor looks like he’s not taking this seriously but when he turns around and sees the serious concern on Bobbinette’s face, the gamer’s demeanor changes.

Conor Fuse: We can do this the easy way or the hard way.

The Texan sighs.

Scott Stevens: The only thing I’m answering is which one of you wants their asses kicked first.

Stevens opens the door to give himself an exit. However, on the other side of the door is The Hardcore Artist, Scottywood! Scotty stands there with his barbed wire hockey stick in hand. It’s clear Stevens hasn’t seen him yet.

Scottywood: You will answer the questions Stevens, or I get creative and make you talk.

A sadistic smile comes over Scottywood’s face as Stevens backs up. Carey and Conor grab the Texan’s arms, putting him into a chair. Stevens’ hands are cuffed behind him quickly as he attempts to fight.

Scottywood: Cuffs? Carey I said I didn’t want to kno-

Bobbinette Carey: Not now, Scooter.

She snaps quickly as she sets up the machine for Stevens.

Conor Fuse: Scott… are you trying to kill Bobbie?

Stevens clearly hates his life right now as he rolls his eyes and takes a deep breath.

Scott Stevens: No. [Adding] Wish I was though.

Conor looks over at the machine and nods.

Conor Fuse: He’s telling the truth.

But Bobbie’s not buying it.

Bobbinette Carey: The machine is wrong! Did you hire people to burn down my loft?

Scott Stevens: Why would I hire people?

He shakes his head no, realizing he needs to provide an answer.

Scott Steven: No I didn’t.

Fuse looks at the machine.

Conor Fuse: It says he’s telling the truth, Bobbie.

Bobbinette shakes her head.

Bobbinette Carey: Machine’s broken then. Okay… the hard way it is.

The gamer grins from ear to ear.

Conor Fuse: Waterboarding! Fucking right.

He says with a positive tone, placing a bucket of water on the table and sets a Mario towel next to it.

Bobbinette Carey: If you would have just admitted it, Stevens…

Stevens looks behind him, remembering Scottywood is there. He shakes his head with shame.

Scott Stevens: I did admit it.You weren’t listening! GOD knows the truth. HE knows where I am and no harm shall come to me…..

Scottywood: ENOUGH!

Scotty yells in anger as this has been a waste of time.

Scottywood: We are going to do this my way.

Scottywood informs Conor and Bobbinette as he gets a battery and some cables.

Scottywood: Hope you’re not planning on having anymore kids, Stevens.

Scotty tells his rival as he goes to put the cables on the Stevens family jewels the EPU suddenly burst into the door and move Bobbinette, Fuse and Scottywood away as Stevens is cackling the entire time.

Scott Stevens: I told you HE would find me. I told you HE wouldn’t let nothing happen to me!

Stevens continues to laugh as he is helped to his feet as the bracelet on his left wrist is blinking 97 Red. Conor looks at Scottywood and Carey with a shrug.

Conor Fuse: Fuck it, let the brat walk. We’ll get to the bottom of this, Bobbie. I promise.

Bobbinette Carey: Thanks guys….

A worried look spreads across her face as Stevens is escorted to safety.

Bobbinette Carey: What if he’s telling the truth?

She looks shook.

Bobbinette Carey: No that’s Mondays problem. TONIGHT I got a match worthy of Cleveland.

Bobbinette says putting a smile on her face hearing the crowd. She nods her head and walks out towards her locker room.

Scottywood: So it’s going to suck?

Conor elbows Scottywood.

Conor Fuse: Don’t look at me, man.

We cut away as an awkward silence comes over the room.

Chaos cuts backstage and we see Hollywood pacing in the hallway. His face caked with dried blood from the beat down at the hands of FDJ to kick off the show. Hollywood is clearly frustrated,  but his resolve isn’t in question at all. Brian appears to be anxious as he slams his fist down on a random table, nearly cracking it with his anger.

Brian Hollywood: It just simply isn’t ever enough, is it?

We’re not sure why Hollywood was so upset, but it had to have had something to do with Hollywood’s Elite Guard as they have rejoined him tonight. Hollywood didn’t want them out for his match tonight, which was an interesting decision seeing as how they hardly ever leave his side in public.

Brian Hollywood: It was an interesting match, wasn’t it ole Frank? Was it as physical as you had hoped it would be? I don’t know about you, but I’d say Zion is definitely worse for the wear after last week. Funny, haven’t seem him since. I guess he really can’t take a true beating, can he?

Hollywood smirks thru the dried blood on his face.

Hollywood changes the subject, trying to find a way to really salvage the night. He didn’t seem bothered by it, though. Hollywood was roughed up..but he seemingly enjoyed it like the pain and the beatings he takes gives him more focus. Or more fuel. It wasn’t known what seeing as how Hollywood has been erratic and unpredictable the last couple months, but it seemed like it was fueling him, no matter whether he was winning or losing. Hollywood cocks his head to the side a couple times, popping it as a slight smile crosses his face as if he were in slight pain.

Brian Hollywood: I’m not going to stand here and bore you with the shame shtick. Honestly, I’ve never felt more amped up. There’s just something that makes you feel alive when you’re beating your opponent to a bloody, submissive state. It’s given me more focus and I’ve really honed in on that. Truth is…I’m STILL not satisfied!

It’s at this moment as if Hollywood starts to pace back and forth again. He was getting antsy and it was almost as if Hollywood looked like he were suffering some kind of withdrawal. It was this that sparked Hollywood to tone up his voice.

Brian Hollywood: Truth is, I want MORE! I fucking want more, you hear me?! I can’t seem to stop and the urge can’t be quenched! You think handing me some other big guy was enough?! No, I don’t want to stop there! That’s why I’m demanding ANOTHER fucking match next week! You keep lining people up for me, and I’ll keep going out there and beat people into submission, or get my bell rung in the process..the fact of the matter is, I need this satisfaction…otherwise, I’m afraid I may just do something drastic! I’m looking at you, Lee. I want you to set them up so I can knock them down! I’m officially throwing down the gauntlet! You thought 2020 was an interesting year? Yea, you all saw my record…I fought that year in more matches than anyone else did. Why don’t we just amp that up further this year? Two years was awhile ago…but I was missing the recipe of what I am craving now!

Hollywood salivates at the bit of the thought of being in another match. The camera slowly zooms down at his hands as they shake visibly. Hollywood wanted to hit something as it looked like for a moment that he was fazing out. Instead, Hollywood clinches up his right fist and throws it into the steel pole in front of him as he closes his eyes momentarily. Hollywood refocuses himself as he shoots a dagger back at the camera.

Brian Hollywood: I have that recipe now! So what’s the big deal in giving me what I want?! I’m sure you don’t want a loose cannon running around backstage giving your EPU more than their getting paid. So I’m throwing down the gauntlet and if anyone gets in my way, they’ll find out just how much hate can fuel a man!

At this point, Hollywood’s main elite guard comes up to him and whispers something in his ear. As the man stands back, the camera is able to capture a look of curiosity on the face of Hollywood.

Brian Hollywood: That’s interesting…prepare my departure immediately and let him know I will be meeting with him tonight! This can change everything!

Hollywood looks at the camera one more time but doesn’t say anything as he simply and slowly lifts his finger up pointing straight at it with a concentrated and fixed look in his eyes as Chaos heads to commercial.

The camera cuts from commercial to backstage where Christopher America is in his dressing room. The booing of the crowd echoes into the bowels of the arena and can certainly be heard in America’s dressing room.

On the wall are hundreds of get well cards he has hung up next to a life size cardboard cut out of Uncle Sam saying “I WANT YOU!” Next to that is an American flag post it note that says “to be HOW World Champion!”

America is hopping on the tips of his feet, trying to limber and loosen up one last time before his match.

Suddenly, a knock at the door. America scowls and turns.

Christopher America: Come in.

Casually walking in is John Sektor. The crowd pops. Seeing Sektor back as well as Sektor and America together has the crowd deep in nostalgia.

America’s scowl remains.

John Sektor: Look at you, man! You look so good. And look at all these cards!

Sektor begins rummaging through the cards.

John Sektor: Why are all these cards signed from ‘a Fan’ and have the same handwriting on them. This handwriting looks like —

Christopher America: Nevermind that. Where the hell have you been?

John Sektor: Where have I been? Where have you been? Long time, no see.

America looks at Sektor quizzically.

Christopher America: No, seriously. Where the fuck have you been?

John Sektor: America, come on. Guys like us, we show up when we’re ready, right?

Sektor slaps America on the side of the arm. America looks down at his arm and slowly back at Sektor.

Christopher America: Then I must be always ready because I showed up before the show started and you weren’t here. We agreed to meet and strategize for the match.

John Sektor: We can do it now.

America pauses momentarily and looks at Sektor. He sighs and nods.

Christopher America: Yeah, okay. Let’s talk strategies real quick. You know I haven’t been pinned or submitted since I came back to HOW. I’m going to make sure that doesn’t change tonight. Especially against the likes of Starr and Carey. With you on my side, I can’t lose.

America grabs the HOW World Championship and hoists it over his shoulder. He gives it a loving caress as Sektor slaps America hard on the back.

John Sektor: This should be fun.

Christopher America: Ooooh. Ugh.

America winces, staggers, and props himself against the wall.

John Sektor: Hey man, are you alright?

Christopher America: I…. I think so. After Harrison’s brass knuckles attack, I’ve had these issues where the room starts spinning. That pat on the back you gave was a little strong, don’t you think?

Sektor looks at America in disbelief.

John Sektor: That little pat?

America tries to stand but staggers again. He slowly slides down the wall and sits on the floor.

Christopher America: I think you jostled my head with that back slap.

Sektor looks at America with a hint of concern and slight disbelief that his back slap could do that.

Christopher America: Help me up.

Sektor helps America back to his feet and uses his his body to steady the flag man.

Christopher America: Whoa. Not so rough! You keep shoving my head around.

John Sektor: I’m not even touching your head!

Christopher America: Just help me get to the ring. I’ll get through this. I promise.

Sektor helps America out of his dressing room and the two head head towards the ring for their match as we cut to the HOV for a video.

The High Octane Vision fires up as we are set to begin our simulcast portion of the show.

Joe Hoffman: All right.  It is time for match number three in the best of five series for the HOTv Tag Team Title.  The Egg Bandits won the first two matches and tonight they can finish off the Highwaymen in Indianapolis, Indiana at Missouri Valley Wrestling’s Heartland Pay Per View show.  Can the Bandits close out the Highwaymen?

A roar from the MVW crowd as Bobby Dean comes out to “You’re the Best by Joe Esposito.

Joe Hoffman: We’re going to find out right now as we head to Indianapolis and MVW announcers Thunderbolt Smith and ‘Long Haul’ Rick Hall for the match.  Gentlemen?

“You’re the Best” continues to play as Bobby Dean warms up in the ring with a box of Little Debbie snack cakes.

Thunderbolt Smith: Thank you Joe Hoffman and welcome to the Indiana Farmers Coliseum here in Indianapolis.  This is Missouri Valley Wrestling’s Heartland Pay Per View show- our second one of the year and…

Dean attempts a quick pose…

Thunderbolt Smith: …oof.

‘Long Haul’ Rick Hall: Man. I don’t need to see that ever again.

…and then retreats to his corner to remove his luxurious baby blue robe and munch on some more Little Debbie snack cakes.

Thunderbolt Smith: I am Thunderbolt Smith.  You just heard from my compatriot ‘Long Haul’ Rick Hall with his editorial comment on whatever Bobby Dean was trying to do in the ring.

Rick Hall: You can’t unsee that, Thunderbolt.

“Stand Up by Papa Roach”, the official theme song of Chaos, begins to play next as Doozer walks down to the ring.

Thunderbolt Smith: And here comes Bobby’s partner tonight… it will be Doozer.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Thunderbolt Smith: Well, the folks in Indianapolis are making it clear just whom they are supporting tonight.

Doozer ignores the fans and walks straight to the ring to join Dean.

Rick Hall: The Egg Bandits are in control of this best of five and need just one more victory to become the new HOTv Tag Team Champions.

Thunderbolt Smith: Cancer Jiles is NOT here tonight.

Rick Hall: That’s right.  After Jiles defeated Julian Bathory Friday night to win PRIME’s Universal Title at their UltraViolence pay-per-view show, he was pulled from the ring by PRIME security’s Wade Elliott and Dametreyus and hauled backstage.  No one knows what happened to Jiles after that.

Thunderbolt Smith: But Bobby Dean and Doozer are here tonight at MVW’s Heartland Pay Per View…

“Freebird” by Lynyrd Skynyrd then comes on and the crowd explodes.

Thunderbolt Smith: …and so are The Highwaymen.

Rick Hall: Here we go!

As the opening to ‘Freebird’ plays, the lovely Sunny O’Callahan emerges from the back dressed in the fashion of a female background singer from a late seventies Southern rock band.  Sunny takes a swig from a bottle of Southern Comfort and sways on the stage as Ronnie Van Zant’s vocals come on over the sound system.

“If I leave here tomorrow… will you still remember me?”

Joe Bergman comes out dressed as normal in a plain black robe over his wrestling trunks.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

The noise inside the building makes it hard for Thunderbolt to be heard.

Thunderbolt Smith: Joe Bergman is getting a hero’s welcome here tonight!

“Cause I’m a free as a bird now… and this bird you cannot change…”

Joe pumps his fist and raises the tag belt in the air.

“And this bird you cannot change…”

With Sunny leading the way, she and Bergman start down the ramp to the ring and slaps people’s hands along the way to the ring.  He rolls into the ring followed by Sunny.  Looking out over the ropes with Sunny right by his side, Joe raises his arms in the air and a can of PBR in tribute to the ‘ordinary people’ in attendance tonight and, of course, Section 214.

“Dad Vibes” by Limp Bizkit comes on next and a montage of Steve Solex plays, flashing on and off in rhythm with the music.  As the music stalls, the lights throughout the arena go dark.

Rick Hall: Wait for it…

*BOOM*

A plume of smoke rises on the video screen in the shape of a mushroom cloud, and at that moment the music returns and Steve Solex makes his way out from behind the curtain.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Thunderbolt Smith: Two weeks ago, The EPU attacked Solex before match #2 and basically took him out of the match.

Rick Hall: Solex did come back late but he was in no shape to be in that ring with Bobby Dean.

The montage continues to play on the HOV as Solex stops atop the entrance ramp and pounds his tag belt twice with a white-knuckled fist before throwing his hands high up into the air.

Rick Hall: After what they did to him, Solex is going to be out for blood tonight, Thunderbolt.

No glitz, no high fives, just a fast-paced march and the look of a cold-blooded killer.  Solex slides under the bottom rope and stares down the Bandits before finding his corner and joining Bergman.

Thunderbolt Smith: All right.  All four men are in the ring and so is ring announcer Heather Cooper for the pre-match introductions.

The spotlight turns to Heather Cooper who’s in the center of the ring.

Heather Cooper: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is one fall and it is match number three in a best of five series for the HOTv TAG TEAM TITLE!

She pauses as the crowd makes noise.

Heather Cooper: Introducing the challengers… from Houston, Texas.  Weighing in tonight at 369 pounds.  BOBBY DEAN!  And his partner… from Boston, Massachusetts.  Weighing in at 273 pounds tonight.  DOOZER!  They are… THE EGG BANDITS!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Heather Cooper: And their opponents… hailing from Plattin, Missouri and weighing in tonight at 225 pounds… “ORDINARY!”  JOE!  BERGGGGGG-MAN!  And his partner weighing in tonight at 252 pounds.  From Huntington Beach, California.    He is the MERC DAD… STEVE!  SOOOOOOOO-LEX!  They are the HOTv TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS1… THE HIGH-WAY-MENNNNNN!

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Thunderbolt Smith: This crowd is electric!

Rick Hall: They are Thunderbolt and Referee Davey Keels may have his hands full with these two teams tonight.

Thunderbolt Smith: Doozer will start the match for the Egg Bandits with the Merc Dad, Steve Solex kicking things off for the Highwaymen.

Keels does the perfunctory pre-match check and calls for the bell.

*DING-DING*

Thunderbolt Smith: And here we go.

Solex charges across the ring.  Doozer goes to the apron.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Thunderbolt Smith: Solex wastes no time going after Doozer but Doozer quickly ducks through the ropes to the apron.

Doozer tells Keels to back up Solex who’s all but begging him to come back into the ring. Finally, Solex takes a few steps back.  Doozer confers quickly with Dean and then steps back in.

Again, Solex rushes forward.

Again Doozer steps out of the ring.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Rick Hall: Doozer’s not making any friends here.

All the Egg Bandits jump off the apron as Solex gets to their corner.

Thunderbolt Smith: Steve Solex is ready to take a few weeks of frustration out tonight.

Rick Hall: The Egg Bandits also know that and they are going to go to great lengths to frustrate The Merc-Dad.

Keels instructs Solex to step back.

Solex grudgingly… and we do mean grudgingly… goes back to his corner.

Then Keels starts a ten count.

Thunderbolt Smith: I wondered how long Davey was going to put up with this.

Rick Hall: Davey’s dealt with the likes of Bill Dickinson.  He can handle this.

Doozer comes back in at six.

Thunderbolt Smith: This time Solex does not charge forward and both men slowly circle as the MVW fans are making a thunderous noise here.

Joe Bergman is on the top of the turnbuckle egging them on.

Rick Hall: Bergman’s whipping them up big time.

Tie up.  Solex shoots the leg but Doozer evades and spins away.  They tie up again.  Waistlock by Solex and transitions into a headlock.  Doozer tries to slip out but Solex cranks on the headlock.  Doozer powers out and runs the ropes- shoulder block to Solex but the Merc-Dad stays on his feet.

Thunderbolt Smith: Doozer hit him at full speed and barely moved Solex.

Undeterred, Doozer runs the ropes and again slams into Solex.

Rick Hall: Nope.

Solex shakes his head no.  Doozer looks back at his corner.  When he turns back, Solex launches himself forward with his arm outstretched and cuts down the Bandit.

Thunderbolt Smith: BIG CLOTHESLINE BY SOLEX!

Solex lays the boots on him… one… two… three… four…  five… six… seven- Bobby steps into the ring.  Keels turns and shoos him back out.  Solex puts his boot on Doozer’s throat.

Rick Hall: SOLEX WITH A BLATANT CHOKE!

Dean animatedly points that out to Keels and the referee immediately starts a five count.

ONE…

TWO…

Steve Solex: I’VE GOT TIL FIVE, GODDAMMIT!

Solex finally relents at 4.5 and Doozer rolls away towards his corner and tags in Bobby Dean.

Thunderbolt Smith: Bobby Dean in and we’ll see how he fares.

Rick Hall: He’s already on Davey Keels’ bad side after Davey had to clean up the Little Debbie wrappers he left in the ring.

Solex smirks and then tags in Bergman.

Thunderbolt Smith: And here comes Joe Bergman!

The fans are thunderous again as Bergman steps into the ring.   There’s a brief stare down.  Dean and Bergman tie up and Bobby powers him to a corner.  Davey Keels starts a five count.  Bobby lets off cleanly and motions Bergman to come out.  He does.  Bergman ducks a haymaker.  He tries an arm drag but Dean blocks.  Bobby powers Bergman back to a corner.  He tries for a gutwrench suplex…  Bergman slips out…

Thunderbolt Smith: BACKSLIDE TO BOBBY DEAN!

ONE…

T- Dean kicks out and sends Bergman flying through the air.

Rick Hall: Probably too early to try that with Bobby Dean.

Bergman and Dean circle again.  Tie up. Bergman with a waist lock and transitions to a headlock.  Dean tries to lift Bergman with one arm- Bergman stays with the headlock- Bobby throws Joe off of him.   Dean charges at him= Bergman has all the time in the world to get ready and evade him.  Bergman stays up and runs the ropes- Dean follows…  RUNNING HURRICANRANA BY BERGMAN!

Cue crowd pop.

Rick Hall: How the hell did he do that?

Dean glares up at a smiling Bergman and gets back to his feet.  The two men circle.  Lock up.  Dean whips Bergman hard into the corner.

Thunderbolt Smith: I don’t know but Bobby Dean does not seem all that amused right now.

Bobby waddles in and unloads haymakers and more hands to Bergman.  Bergman tries to slip out but Dean rakes the eyes. Dean drags Bergman up and whips him across the ring again… *SMACK* … and right into Doozer’s waiting elbow.  Dean pulls Bergman up… GUTWRENCH SUPLEX!  Bobby covers.

ONE…

TWO… Joe gets a shoulder up.

Thunderbolt Smith: Bobby drags Joe over to the Bandits’ corner and tags Doozer back in.

Rick Hall: Gotta be impressed with the way the Bandits have worked so well together as a team.

Doozer puts Bergman in a corner and fires off hands.  He UPPERCUTS Bergman.  Joe falls over.  Doozer raises his arms and soaks up the heat from the crowd.  Solex starts to climb in but Keels stops him.

Thunderbolt Smith: Solex is pissed but the referee is keeping him back.

Bobby slips in and stomps away at Bergman while Keels deals with an angry Solex.

Rick Hall: Thunderbolt, Steve’s got to keep his cool here.  He does Joe Bergman no good if he loses his cool.

Doozer yanks Bergman up and slams him into the corner.

Thunderbolt Smith: And Doozer fires off a right hand… right hand… right hand… and a left hand.

The Elder Bandit climbs up on the turnbuckle and drives down right hands to Bergman while the other Bandits count it out…

ONE

TWO

THREE

FOUR

FIVE

SIX

SEVEN

EIGHT

NINE

TEN!

Doozer steps back.  Bergman steps forward… tips forward… and lands face first on the mat.  Doozer rolls him over for the pinfall.

ONE…

TWO…

TH- Bergman gets the shoulder up.

Thunderbolt Smith: Joe just beat the count and Doozer has words for Keels as he tags Bobby Dean back in.

Dean walks around the Man of the People and lays a few stomps on Bergman.  Bobby waves hi to fans…

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

…and then hits the Sit Down Squash.

Thunderbolt Smith: And it’s déjà vu time for Joe Bergman.

Rick Hall: Yep.  Bobby Dean did that in the first match.

Solex again starts through the ropes and is stopped by Keels.  Doozer slips in a few cheap shots while the referee tells Solex to get back to the apron.

Dean bounces up and down to push out as much air as possible from Bergman’s lungs.

Thunderbolt Smith: Joe’s in trouble here as the Egg Bandits are again isolating him in the ring and keeping Solex out.

Rick Hall: Bobby Dean is using every one of his three hundred and sixty-nine pounds to try to wear out Joe Bergman.

The crowd fires up.

Thunderbolt Smith: Sunny O’Callahan is now on the turnbuckle trying to urge the crowd to get behind Bergman.

They do.

Rick Hall: And drinking down that Southern Comfort.

She does.

Thunderbolt Smith: Steve Solex is pacing back and forth on the apron like a caged tiger waiting to be let out.

Rick Hall: It’s got to be killing him that he can’t do anything to help his tag team partner out.

Bobby rolls Bergman over.

ONE…

TWO…

TH-

Thunderbolt Smith: BERGMAN GETS HIS FOOT ON THE BOTTOM ROPE!

Doozer shoves Bergman’s foot off the rope.

ONE…

TWO…

THRE-

Thunderbolt Smith: FOOT ON THE ROPES!

Crowd pop.

Rick Hall: For the second time, Joe Bergman saves himself at the last possible moment by getting his foot on the rope.

Doozer again shoves Bergman’s foot off the ropes.  This time Solex charges into the ring and gets about halfway in before Keels stops him.

*SLAP*

Keels turns and sees that Doozer has tagged himself in.

Thunderbolt Smith: I don’t think that was a legal tag.

Rick Hall: Keels was too busy with Solex.

Solex tries to get at Doozer but again the referee stops him from interfering.

Thunderbolt Smith: Now Solex is shouting at Keels.

Rick Hall: Thunderbolt, Steve Solex has to be careful.  If Keels disqualifies The Highwaymen the Bandits will win the match.

Thunderbolt Smith: And the title.

Behind Keels, Dean and Doozer just stomp the hell out of Bergman.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Thunderbolt Smith: Bergman is getting destroyed by the Bandits.

Rick Hall: Solex has got to get himself under control.

Finally, Davey Keels has had enough.  He gets in Solex’s face…

ONE…  *WHACK*

…and doesn’t see a man with a cowboy hat low over his eyes wearing a long black duster hop over the barricade wielding a steel-folding chair.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Thunderbolt Smith: WAIT A MINUTE!

TWO… *WHACK*

Rick Hall: THAT’S CLAY BYRD!

Bobby Dean topples to the mat after the second chair shot.  Solex looks over Keels’ shoulder and sees that it is indeed the Monster from Plainview.  He continues to vociferously argue with the referee to keep his attention.

Thunderbolt Smith: CLAY BYRD CAME OUT OF THE CROWD WITH A STEEL FOLDING CHAIR AND TOOK OUT BOBBY DEAN WITH TWO CHAIR SHOTS!

Doozer turns around…

THREE…*WHACK*

and he staggers forward…

FOUR… *WHACK*

…and then crumples to the mat… unconscious.

Thunderbolt Smith: DOWN GOES DOOZER!

Rick Hall: BYRD TIMED THE CHAIR SHOTS TO COINCIDE WITH DAVEY’S COUNT!

Thunderbolt Smith: Byrd rolls Bergman over.

Bergman’s arm ends up over Doozer.  Byrd makes a quick exit.

Solex holds up his hands and exits the ring.

Keels turns around and is visibly shocked to find Bergman, Dean, and Doozer all down on the mat with Bergman’s arm ‘covering’ Doozer.

Thunderbolt Smith: AND NOW KEELS WONDERS WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?

Rick Hall: Thunderbolt, as quick as Byrd appeared, he just as fast hopped over the barricade and disappeared into the-

It takes a second for Keels to register.  He finally slides in…

ONE…

TWO…

THREE! 

*DING-DING-DING*

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Rick Hall: UN-FREAKIN’-BELIEVABLE!

Heather Cooper:  YOUR WINNER AT FIFTEEN MINUTES AND TWENTY-ONE SECONDS… THE HIGHWAY-MENNNNNNN!

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Solex goes over and pulls an exhausted Bergman up to his feet.

Thunderbolt Smith: With the Highwaymen literally seconds away from losing the HOTv Tag Team titles, Clay Byrd suddenly shows up at ringside and he takes out the Egg Bandits as Steve Solex distracted Davey Keels.  Then Byrd rolled Bergman over to cover Doozer to give the Highwaymen their first win.

The Egg Bandits begin to stir on the mat.

Rick Hall: Oh, they are not going to be happy when they realize what’s just happened here.

Thunderbolt Smith: They’re not going to be happy because it hasn’t been a good weekend for the Egg Bandits all around.

Rick Hall: The Bandits also lost Friday night to Fighting for Nora at PRIME’s UltraViolence.

Thunderbolt Smith: Okay.  The Highwaymen win.  It is now 2 to 1 in favor of the Egg Bandits.  And we will have match number four of this Best of Five in two weeks at MVW’s house show at the Cook Center in Manhattan, Kansas.  Back to you Joe.

Joe Hoffman: BIG win there by the Highwaymen as they were able to somehow angle their way to a victory tonight. We can confirm that match four will also take place in MVW…..but for now..it is time for our last commercial break of the evening before our own tag team match and MAIN EVENT of the evening here in Cleveland. We will be right back folks.

As we come back to ringside from commercial we immediately cut back to Joe.

Joe Hoffman: Welcome back ladies and gentlemen where we have an all Hall of Fame Main Event this evening.

Joe looks toward the camera.

Joe Hoffman: We have Sir…or is it Madame now….I have no damn clue….I am going to run with Simon….yes…. Simon Sparrow teaming with Bobbinette Carey as they take on John Sektor and Christopher America!

Joe is clearly, as always, confused by what to call Sparrow but he pushes on ….ever the professional.

Joe Hoffman: Both teams have something to prove here tonight as Sparrow wants to get back in the championship hunt while Carey just wants to get her life back to normal. On the other side, Sektor wants to inflict some damage to his former partner before their upcoming match and America wants to continue his Amber Waves of Winning.

Bryan McVay comes to center ring.

Bryan McVay: Ladies and gentlemen, tonight’s Main Event for Chaos! IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL!

Crowd: ONE FALL!

Bryan McVay: With a Sixty minute time limit.

The fans in Cleveland go berserk as they await the wrestler’s entrances.

The lights go out and one by one yellow spotlights illuminate the ramp from the ring to the curtain. “Everybody Wants You” by Billy Squier blares across the arena and emerging from the curtain is Sir Simon Sparrow, sporting his red and black plaid pants with matching waistcoat. He walks down the ramp winking and pointing at the fans, especially of the attractive female variety, that cheer for him. The Wabid Wabbit follows.

Bryan McVay: Introducing first, from Havre, Montana… weighing in at 220 pounds… The Rembrandt of Wrestling! SIMON SPARROW!!

The Rembrandt of Wrestling walks down the ramp, looking occasionally out into the crowd with a smirking smile. He proceeds to give a high five to the Wabid Wabbit. The ring becomes illuminated in a teal light. The HOW Classic walks up the ring steps and middle ropes and enters the ring.

Simon Sparrow stands in the middle of the ring, all of the other lights go out save for one yellow spotlight in the middle of the ring where he stands, soaking in the cheers of his fans. The spotlight fades, the house lights come up and Sparrow heads towards the corner and leans nonchalantly on the turnbuckle waiting for the match to begin.

Joe Hoffman: Sparrow looking mighty confident here tonight.

The Arena lights go black as “Enemy” by Anna begins to play.

“Tell you you’re the greatest but once you turn they hate us!”

A magenta spot light it’s entrance as the Queen of Epicness herself is already standing there waiting for the light. Bobbinette Carey makes her way down the ramp. Wearing a Miss America style crown. She stands at the top of the ramp with her pink and black leopard gear.

Bryan McVay: And his partner, from Parma Heights, Ohio… The Queen of Epicness! BOBBINETTE! CAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRREEEEEYYYYYYY!!!

“Oh the misery everybody wants to be my enemy!”

The HOV plays a black and white video package. (We see the clip of her smashing a photo over Mario Maurako; another clip of her hitting Mario with the defib pads, then the most striking image of Bobbinette standing over Scottywood and slapping him.)

She steps up the ring steps and wipes her feet on the apron before getting in the center of the ring.

“Spare the sympathy, everybody wants to be my enemy, but I’m ready”

She stands in the center as magenta pink and mauve pyrotechnics explode from the turnbuckle as she does a ballerina style exaggerated curtsy

Joe Hoffman: Bobbinette looks confident, but you don’t know if it’s confidence or ignorance with everything that has been going on with her lately.

Simon and Carey are discussing things with each other when…….

“Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap” by AC/DC

Joe Hoffman: The familiar tune of The Hall of Famer.

The Master of The “Stache” steps out from behind the curtain and the crowd gives him a thundering applause.

If you’re having trouble with the high school head
He’s giving you the blues
You wanna graduate, but not in his bed
Here’s what you gotta do:
Pick up the phone, I’m always home
Call me anytime

Sektor pauses on the stage and looks out as the HOW fans inside the Rocket Mortage Fieldhouse in Cleveland make a lot of noise.

Just ring: 3-6, 2-4, 3-6, hey
I lead a life of crime

Bryan McVay: And their opponent, From Miami, Florida… he stands at 6’1” and weighs in at a formidable 245 pounds… He is… THE GOLD STANDARD! JOHN!…SEEEEEEKTOOOOOOOR!

Joe Hoffman: Sektor looking very focused and not taking his eyes off of Simon Sparrow.

Joe pauses as the song hits the chorus. The fans throughout Ohio have sang along to Sektor’s entrance music throughout HOW’s run and the Cleveland fans decide they too are going to belt out “DONE DIRT CHEAP” during the chorus.

“Dirty Deeds… DONE DIRT CHEAP
Dirty Deeds… DONE DIRT CHEAP
Dirty Deeds… DONE DIRT CHEAP
Dirty deeds and THEY’RE DONE DIRT CHEAP…
Dirty deeds and THEY’RE DONE DIRT CHEAP …”

Sektor hams it up, deviously stroking his ‘stache as he cockily marches down to the ring. No sooner has Sektor stepped into the ring he begins to stretch out on the ropes as his music begins to fade.

Joe Hoffman: One left.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMERIIIIIIICCCCCAAAAAAA!!!”

Is heard being yelled throughout the arena as “Remember the Name” by Fort Minor as the arena erupts into a unanimous chorus of boos.

Bryan McVay: And his partner, From America…weighing in at 255 pounds… He is… THE HOW WORLD CHAMPION!…CHRIS-TO-PHER! AAAAAMMMMMMEEEEERRRRRRIIIIIICAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

But there is no Christopher America.

Joe Hoffman: Where is America?

The music suddenly stops and everyone looks towards the entrance ramp and there is no sign of America.

Joe Hoffman: I guess the brass knuckle shot from Steve Harrison injured……..

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMERIIIIIIICCCCCAAAAAAA!!!”

Is heard one more being yelled throughout the arena as “Remember the Name” by Fort Minor and the arena erupts into boos once more and this time America emerges from the back.

Joe Hoffman: Here he is, but America doesn’t seem himself.

Bryan McVay: And his partner, From America…weighing in at 255 pounds… He is… THE HOW WORLD CHAMPION!…CHRIS-TO-PHER! AAAAAMMMMMMEEEEERRRRRRIIIIIICAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

America takes a moment before placing his hand over his heart as red, white, and blue pyro goes off behind him. America begins his march down to the ring, but it seems like his off balance when he heads down the ramp.

Joe Hoffman: America doesn’t look ok. Word I am getting from the back is that the World Champion might be suffering from Vertigo after the heinous brass knuckle attack at the hands of Steve Harrison.

America makes his way over to the ring steps and takes a moment before yelling at himself and he slowly walks up the steps before cautiously entering the ring. America makes his way to the middle and places his hand once again over his heart as an American flag falls behind him.

Boettcher hands the world title to McVay and signals for the bell.

Ding. Ding.

Joe Hoffman: And here we go.

America and Simon come out of their respective corners, but America begins to walk wobbly and he stops places his hands to his temples before shaking his head. He tries to take a few more steps before shaking his head and immediately tags out to Sektor and when he does he slips on the apron and falls to the outside as the medical staff comes over to check on the World champion.

Joe Hoffman: Oh my God!

There is a collective gasp in the arena as EMTs and doctors check on the world champion. Sektor tosses his hands up and turns around to see his former tag partner standing in front of him.

Joe Hoffman: You can cut this tension with a knife.

Sparrow and Sektor begin jawing with one another until the two come chest to chest.

Joe Hoffman: No love loss between these two former partners.

Sektor begins to poke the chest of Sparrow before pushing him back. Simon smirks a little bit before smacking John Sektor into next week with the hardest and loudest bitch slap ever heard in the history of mankind.

Joe Hoffman: The Smack Sparrow! Dear God that was loud!

Sektor doesn’t know what happened as he is seeing stars and the former Jatt Starr immediately pounces on his rival with a Thesz Press and begins to unload right hands to the Gold Standard.

Joe Hoffman: Sparrow just wants to beat the holy hell out of Sektor.

After the vicious barrage of rights, Simon jumps up screaming towards the heavens as he backs into his corner looking to end it right now.

Joe Hoffman: Starr-Light Express?

Bobbinette tags herself in much to the dismay of Simon Sparrow.

Carey waits for Sektor to get back to his feet before she blasts him with a thundering superkick and hits the ropes and takes down the dazed challenger with a lariat.

Joe Hoffman: Royal Pain by Carey and she’s looking to end it here.

Carey runs the ropes, but Simon tags himself in and Carey immediately stops her sprint and looks toward her partner.

Simon Sparrow: HE’S MINE!

Simon shouts as he points to himself before going over to set and begins to stomp a mudhole in him. Once Sparrow is done stomping the hell out of Sektor he picks him up and throws him into his corner. Simon lifts Sektor up onto the turnbuckle and climbs up. As Simon positions himself and Sektor, Carey touches the leg of Sparrow and Boettcher slaps his hands.

Joe Hoffman: SUPERPLEX!

Both men hit the mat hard and are holding their backs in pain.

Joe Hoffman: Both men are rolling around in pain…..what the?!?!?!?

Carey hits a somersault senton on Sektor and hooks a leg and smiles at Simon as the ref slides into position.

One.

Two.

Three.

DING. DING. DING.

Bryan McVay: And your winners by pinfall, SIMON! SPARROW! AND BOBBINETTE! CAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEYYYY!!!!

Joe Hoffman: Carey just stole the victory away from Simon!

Simon Sparrow: NOOOOOOOOOOO! HE WAS MINE! MINE! MINE! MINE!

Simon says as he strikes the mat over and over in anger.

Joe Hoffman: Whether he was his or not, Simon Sparrow and Bobbinette Carey are walking out of this arena tonight as victors.

Bobbinette is celebrating in the middle of the ring while Simon looks at her with furious anger. The medical team get America to his feet and follow behind him as he goes up the ramp before suddenly collapsing.

Joe Hoffman: The literal upward angle of the entrance ramp just caused America to collapse?!

Joe’s sentiments are correct as the world champion is unconscious on the entrance ramp as doctors and EMTs check on him..

Joe Hoffman: It has to be true…oh geez…..who just text me……I really PRAY that America can recover here. He is struggling to even walk upright. Vertigo is made even more dangerous due to the fact that America is over six feet tall and most of the HOW roster will never know what America is going thru right now……..yes….that is a text I just read from Benny.

Back in the ring and Bobbinette Carey is suddenly blindsided and before Simon knows what is going on he takes a superkick to the face.

Joe Hoffman: What is he doing in there?!?!?!?

Joe demands to know as the Demi-God of HOW looks at Carey and Sektor before going to the nearest camera.

Scott Stevens: You forced my hand Scotty.

Stevens informs his foe as the arena fills with boos and people begin to throw trash into the ring.

Joe Hoffman: The heck is he talking about.

Scott Stevens: Everything I do from this point is your fault. Everyone’s blood will be on your hands.

Stevens informs Scotty as we cut backstage and we see Scottywood being detained by a platoon of EPU and a sadistic smile forms over the Texan’s face.

Scott Stevens: Hey Son, I know you’re the master of the Scottacanrana, but you’re about to see how your old man throws the best knee in the business.

Stevens waits for Carey to get to all fours before hitting the ropes and drilling her with everything his has on his knee trembler.

Joe Hoffman: Scott Stevens is a sick and sadistic man! Something has flipped in him!

Scott Stevens: Not bad for a nobody huh Jace?

Stevens points down to Carey.

Scott Stevens: You’re welcome little buddy.

The boos grow louder and the trash in the ring gets bigger as the Demi-God of HOW slowly raises his index finger to the sky as he looks towards the skybox.

Scott Stevens: Praised be to Lee Best!

The last image seen as Chaos comes to a close is Stevens standing tall and pointing towards his GOD.

A couple hours after the main event, the camera cuts to the inside of a private jet. The rumble of the plane acts as ambient noise. In the front of the plane, the television is on.

Slowly the camera moves from the back of the plane to the front of the plane.

Television: We have been unable to get a status on Christopher America. The rumor going around backstage has been a bout of vertigo. As you can see, medics rushed to the World Champion but he appears to have passed out at the entrance ramp. A toxicol…

The television is shut off as the camera continues to slowly push forward.

Do-de-do-de-dolodo! Do-de-do-de…

Voice: Hello?

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Of course it went well. Did you see the main event?

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Then you know he got what he deserved. Did you see the collapse?

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No, of course not! I told the truth!

The camera stops and slowly turns to the right. The camera reveals Christopher America sitting comfortably in a cushy chair.

Christopher America: I told him that I had a plan to ensure I remained unbeaten and I did. No one has pinned me or submitted me yet. Some people thought I was going to be dumb enough and entrust Sektor with something that important, with my streak? Hell no. I deserve a fucking Emmy for that performance.

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Yeah.

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Next week is all that matters right now.

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Yep.

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See ya.

America hangs up the phone and looks out the window.

Christopher America: Next week. One more challenge. One more step towards redemption. Another step towards immortality.

America continues staring out the window as we fade to black.