The crowd are loving the show, it’s obvious from the positive reactions and noise coming from them. They’re soon drawn towards the entrance ramp as "In The End" by Black Veil Brides starts to play. The chant “We believe in life after love” surrounds the place and the top of the entrance ramp starts to fill with smoke. Once the whole of the top of the entrance ramp is covered in smoke, you can see the figure of a person starting to walk through.
THE CROWD: KLAYTON, KLAYTON, KLAYTON!!!
Those chants are brought to a sudden stop when the lights go out sending the crowd into a confused state. When the lights come back on, there is someone standing on the stage, the smoke up to their waist as they stand there in a sleeveless hoodie with the hood up and looking down at the floor. Whoever the person is, they have a microphone in hand too as they slowly raise their head to look down at the empty ring. The microphone is in their right hand so using their left hand, they take their hood down from their head to reveal themselves and brings the microphone up to their mouth.
?: Your reactions is priceless, did you really expect that trash to come out?
The disapproval from the crowd is obvious as their start to boo and shout abuse at “The Venomous Bastard” Jack Dunn who stands there with a smirk upon his face.
Jack Dunn: Do you really think I care about your opinions? The opinions of inbred looking scum that should’ve been wiped up the curtain. Not one of you in this crowd tonight should be proud of being the winning sperm. Klayton Kross isn’t returning, I made sure of that. I’m guessing he hasn’t told you what happened to him, it’s a funny story really. The best way to explain it so you dumb fucks understand is, Cher Fanboy decided to accept sparring with me, only he didn’t like the outcome, his arm go snap.
Their is such a sickening smirk upon Jack’s face now as he imitates the snapping with his hands.
Jack Dunn: You see, I don’t like people who make a mockery. Klayton was nothing but a Clown and looking around PWE it seems to be filled with them. I’m looking forward to making PWE no longer be a circus. I don’t care whether you agree with me or not, anyone who is in my way by choice or not will feel the full wraith of what I am capable of. I’ll happily end anyone's career and think nothing of it. I’m not here to be a hero, and I’m certainly not here for anyone’s enjoyment but my own. For me, violence is the way. It’s my way of life, what feeds my hunger, and what I really get enjoyment from. I will make you all bleed, I will wear your blood as a trophy, and most of all I will make your life a fucking nightmare. You might believe in life after love, but their is no life after violence!!!
As soon as he’d finished speaking, Jack just tosses the microphone into the air and exits the top of the ramp with the last thing being hear is the thud as the microphone hits the floor.
"GO...GO...NOTHING CAN STOP ME, I'M ALL THE WAY UP!"
The beginning horns of "All the Way Up" by Fat Joe ring through the speakers in the arena, and the audience already know what's coming even before the lyrics stop. Right after the first line, the bass kicks in and the crowd erupts! They get even louder as the "Class Act" Issak Otto walks out from behind the black curtain with a huge smile on his face, bobbing along to his theme song, of which he's always liked. He stops at the top of the ramp and gives a strong 'hero' pose, taking in the cheers from the PWE fans. Issak continues down the ramp with pep in his step, sliding in under the bottom rope of the ring. He gets to his feet quickly, rushing over to one side of the ring and leaning into the ropes, a hand in the air and hyping up the crowd even moreso. He does the same to the other side before turning into his corner
“You number one, now it's time to start sneakin' up (oh)
This for my n***as that say I ain't deep enough (oh)
Me, I been talkin' for those that don't speak enough (oh)
Bitch, I'm a king, R.I.P to King Geedorah”
As the opening beat to 'Sanjuro' begins to play over the speakers and echoing throughout the arena as it erupts the crowd, a singular spotlight separates itself from the rest and shines down onto the entrance curtain. With the spotlight shun down onto the stage, the figure of Jason Long steps out from behind the curtain to a loud ovation, with a large smile resting on his face as he stops at the top of the ramp, looking out to the fans in the crowd and nodding his head. Jason looks out to the crowd, keeping that smile on his face as he stands at the top of the ramp with his arms stretched out wide, soaking in all of the cheers that rain down onto him. Flames shoot up each side of The King as raises his leg and slam his foot down to the metal floor, setting off the large explosion of pyrotechnics behind him and allowing the crowd to enjoy the view.
NINA LAWRENCE: And their opponent… wrestling out of Wexford Town, County Wexford, Ireland and weighing in tonight at two hundred and four pounds… HE IS THE LAST BREATHING MERCENARY... THIS IS JAAAAAASSSOONNNNNNNNNNN LOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGG!!!!
Jason makes his way down the ramp, hitting the hands of every fan that reach out to him, as he looks into the ring and sees his opponent- a smile growing on his face as he touches down at ringside and circles around the ring, sliding across the ring apron on his right knee before turning his body and looking out to the crowd. Jason stands up on the ring apron, leaning back against the ropes and keeping his right arm along the top rope as he points out to the crowd and hastily makes his way into the ring and into the closest corner to him where he leaps onto the second rope. Jason places his left foot on the top rope as he stretches his arms out once again and mouths to the crowd to hype them up, letting out a loud "YEAH!" to the crowd as he brings his arms down, slips out of his black leather jacket, throwing it down to the ringside crew and climbing up to the top rope before doing a backflip down to the mat where he nails the perfect landing. Jason turns to face his opponents and then backs himself into the corner
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Before the echo of the bell had a chance to dissipate, Otto had taken off towards Long, but he had the same thought. The two men meet in a crash in the middle of the ring. Neither man budges. The two of them exchange blows. First Otto takes the advantage, then Long takes it back. Back and forth until Long shoves a boot to the stomach of Otto. Long drops down to a knee and uppercuts Otto. Long gets back to his feet and runs the ropes and leaps towards Otto.
GREYSON MARKS: K TRIGGER!
LINCOLN PHELPS: Going for the kill shot early!
GREYSON MARKS: But Otto manages to block.
Otto shoves the knee to the side and spins Long around in the process. Otto grabs the back of his head and drives it down with a neck breaker. Otto stands up and rubs his jaw, as Long gets to a vertical base. Otto hip tosses Long, who quickly pops back up and is met with a fireman’s carry for his troubles. Otto stays the aggressor. Mounting Long and grabbing an arm for a cross armbreaker.
LINCOLN PHELPS: There’s something off about this Otto guy.
GREYSON MARKS: What he’s better than LCP?
LINCOLN PHELPS: You mean BOSS LCP!
GREYSON MARKS: Ophelia can’t come back soon enough.
Long struggles for a moment but manages to get to the ropes. Otto holds onto the hold but releases before getting disqualified. Long rolls to the floor and uses the apron to get to his feet. Otto runs for a baseball slide, but Long grabs both legs and using Otto’s momentum swings him around into the ring post. Long grabs Otto and drags him over to the announcer’s desk.
GREYSON MARKS: Looks like we’ve got company…
LINCOLN PHELPS: I’m not ready for intruders.
Long grabs Otto by the back and lifts him into the air and slams him back first onto the desk. Otto slides off into the laps of the announce team. Long climbs onto the apron and sits down watching as Otto struggles to his feet.
LINCOLN PHELPS: Why does it smell like whiskey and bitters?
GREYSON MARKS: You’re having a stroke.
LINCOLN PHELPS: Nah I did that before we went on the air.
GREYSON MARKS: Lord help me.
Long stand on the apron as Otto walls over. Otto manages to duck past the first kick, but Long back heel kicks him right after. Otto leans against the post as Jason runs down the apron towards him.
GREYSON MARKS: This is going to hurt!
Otto ducks yet again, causing Long to crash knee first into the pole. Otto quickly wraps Long’s legs up and has a figure four locked in using the post as leverage. Long bellows in agony.
GREYSON MARKS: Otto can’t win like this.
LINCOLN PHELPS: Serves Jason right…. This is my home and he sent that mid century bartender right into my lap. I hope he tears his knee off!
Jason begins punching at Otto who doesn’t let go of the hold. Long grabs the ref with a free hand and shoves him towards Otto. Eventually Otto relents and releases the hold. Long drags himself to the middle of the ring and begins working on his knee. Otto slides into the ring and stops Long. He spins around for another figure four but is met with a foot in his ass. Sending him away from Long. Jason gets to his feet and manages to stand as Otto turns to face him. Jason works up enough energy and runs towards him. Otto drops down for another fireman’s carry but Long leaps up and drives a foot to the back of Otto’s head.
GREYSON MARKS: That’s one thing with Long. You can get away with it once, but the second time he’s ready for it.
LINCOLN PHELPS: Piss off.
Long goes for a cover.
One!
Two!
Thr——
Otto raises a shoulder. Long slaps the mat and pulls himself up. Otto gets up at about the same time. Long whips Otto into the ropes. Long attempts to leap over the retuning Otto.
GREYSON MARKS: Holy….
LINCOLN PHELPS: Shit!
Otto manages to catch Long hooking a leg and spinning around.
GREYSON MARKS: A Catch AROUND THE WORLD!
Otto bridges.
One!
Two!
Thr——
Long somehow manages to kickout. Both men lay on the mat. Breathing heavily. Both of their eyes are glossy. Both men pull themselves up. Jason waves for Otto to attack. Otto cracks his neck and obliges. The flurry from the beginning was child’s play compared to this. However it was one slip up. One minor mistake.
GREYSON MARKS: He’s got a hold of him!
LINCOLN PHELPS: He pulls him back!
GREYSON MARKS: CLASS AXE!
In the blink of an eye, a single mistake. Long has let his guard down for just a millisecond and Otto took him off his feet and Otto capitalized. Otto falls on Long.
One!
Two!
Three!
NINA LAWRENCE: The winner of this match via Pinfall…
ISSAK OTTO!
The lights in the House Of Blues go out, plunging the Orlando fans into darkness. A lit fuze sizzles across the video screen, leading to an explosion of pyro around the entrance stage. The sound of a gunshot and a car peeling out, then the opening guitar riff for No Resolve’s “UNKILLABLE” shred across the PA speakers.
I MET THE DEVIL
HE WANTED ME DEAD
BUT INSTEAD
I PUT A MOTHERFUCKIN’
BULLET IN HIS HEAD
YEAH!
Dane Preston's silhouette can be seen slowly coming through the curtains as he steps out onto the stage. Nodding his masked head to the beat of the music, he extends an arm in front of him, the other behind him as he struts down the ramp. A single spotlight shines down on the six foot, three inch, two hundred and fifty-five pound fighter. The lights begin to flicker and eventually the spotlight shuts off completely. Dane raises his head but shakes it off as he slowly stalks his way to the ring, clad in a sleeveless leather duster.
YOU BROKE ME DOWN, THE CUTS AND THE BRUISES
I HOLD THE KNIFE NOW, I'M CUTTING MY NOOSES
I WEAR THE BLOOD STAINS LIKE BADGES OF HONOR
I'LL TAKE EVERY BULLET BECAUSE I'M A SURVIVOR
BITCH!
After scaling the ring steps, Preston slowly snaps his head from side to side before climbing into the ring and shrugging off his duster. He makes his way to his corner and climbs to the second rope where he points finger guns at the fans before snatching his mask off his head and throwing it out to them. Hopping down, Dane squats in the corner, arms outstretched as he grips the second rope with both hands awaiting his opponent.
GREYSON MARKS: Seems that there was a little bit of trouble with the lighting there.
LINCOLN PHELPS: Yeah, or it could all be a part of Wraith’s entrance. You know…..
The lights throughout the arena go out row, by row, by row, until the arena is shrouded in absolute darkness. The lights come on and Wraith is standing in the center of the ring — in unison, the crowd let out a heavy gasp. He tilts his head back and forth, eyeing the crowd.
LINCOLN PHELPS: Right on cue.
GREYSON MARKS: Well this match is one that not only am I looking forward to but so are everyone else in the back.
LINCOLN PHELPS: Yeah. Everyone is looking to see how Dane bounces back after he was embarrassed by LCP one week and then Allan the following week.
GREYSON MARKS: Embarrassed isn’t the wording I’d use. Chea*mic cuts out for a second* out of a win one week, and a vali*mic cut* effort the next.
GREYSON MARKS: That’s what I said… Embarrassed.
As the bell rings Wraith takes off towards Dane and drop kicks him directly into the turnbuckle. Dane covers up as Wraith stomps away, but one too many times and Dane manages to grab one leg and kick the other out from under Wraith. Dane manages to get top control and begins throwing elbows in the face of Wraith. After a brief exchange Wraith manages to slip out from Dane and onto the floor.
GREYSON MARKS: Both men took some damage there with some stiff blows.
LINCOLN PHELPS: Curious.
Dane sits cross legged in the middle of the ring and wipes his lip. Wraith paces around the outside of the ring and eventually slides into the ring once Dane stands up. The two grapple in the middle of the ring with some nice technical chain wrestling. Arm Drags, leap frogs, hip tosses leading into another series. All the good stuff.
GREYSON MARKS: These two men are putting on a clinic.
Just as Wraith is getting the upper hand Dane manages to whip him into the ropes. And braces himself.
GREYSON MARKS: Looks like Dane is going for the 1SK!
Suddenly all the lights in the arena go out. A scramble and a few thuds can be heard inside of the ring. When just as quickly the lights are brought back up. Dane is on the ground holding his groin as Wraith quickly crawls over and covers him.
One!
Two!
Dane gets a shoulder up.
GREYSON MARKS: Wraith almost stole one there.
LINCOLN PHELPS: Using the outage to kick a man in the groin…
GREYSON MARKS: Allegedly.
LINCOLN PHELPS: Right. You seen’t it.
Wraith gets up and rolls Dane over and locks in a surfboard stretch. Pulling back on the hold, Dane bellows in pain but doesn’t give up but does somehow manage to escape the predicament. As Dane climbs to his feet Wraith grabs him from behind and nails a German suplex. With a thunderous thud Dane splats on the mat. Wraith quickly capitalizes and locks in a half Boston crab.
GREYSON MARKS: Wraith taking out the legs of Dane might negate the 1SK.
LINCOLN PHELPS: Are your headphones fritzing as well? It sounds like a speak and spell is in a bad predicament in my ears.
GREYSON MARKS: We trudge forward. I’m sure they are working on it in the back.
Dane claws his way to the bottom rope and Wraith reluctantly releases the hold. Wraith backs himself into a corner and waits for Dane to drag his body to his feet. As soon as Dane gets up Wraith rushes towards him, but Dane being the elder statesmen leaps over him and lands awkwardly on his leg. Wraith slams into the corner. Dane shakes out his leg but is still favoring it. Wraith comes at Dane but he quickly whips him into the ropes.
GREYSON MARKS: Bad Leg and All….
LINCOLN PHELPS: ONE SHOT KILL!
Dane manages to level Wraith and falls on top of him. Barely hooking a leg.
One!
Two!
BOOM BOOM BOOM!
The lights begin to flicker as the same sequence of pyro from the beginning of the show goes off, causing the ref to stop his count and rush over to the timekeeper. The timekeeper simply shrugs.
GREYSON MARKS: What is going on?
LINCOLN PHELPS: I don’t know but I think we might have a camera in the back.
**We go split screen and see Joe Montuori and Lewis Chad Pinkerton in the control room. Lewis has taken over and is just randomly pressing buttons on the board much to the dismay of the entire production staff.**
LINCOLN PHELPS: Mah BOI!
GREYSON MARKS: Lord Help us.
LINCOLN PHELPS: A genius tactic!
On the big screen It’s showing Lewis as Dane sits up and hangs his head, but alas the match must continue. Both Wraith and Dane are exchanging blows in the middle of the ring, when flames shoot up from the corner. Wraith takes advantage and begins to drag Dane towards the pillar of fire. Just as Wraith was about to do some major damage, Dane managed to fight free.
LINCOLN PHELPS: We almost had some high quality Bar-B-Que on our hands.
GREYSON MARKS: And lawsuits galore.
LINCOLN PHELPS: I wonder what he’s got up his sleeves now.
GREYSON MARKS: Hopefully it’s someone taking control back from him.
**Meanwhile Lewis and Joe are celebrating in the production truck like they won the Super Bowl. Lewis jams on off the controls as chaos ensues in the arena.**
The lights are flickering, pyro is going off left and right, the annoying sounds of air horns going off constantly, but the two men in the ring slowly begin to block out all the distractions.
Dane slams Wraith to the mat, at the same time a thunderous pyro goes off.
Wraith lifts Dane up for stalling duplex, as gold pyro rains down from the ceiling.
**Sudden cut to Lewis and Joe. The door bursts open as Charlie marches in and grabs Joe and tosses him from the room. Lewis noticed at the last second, but it was too late. Charlie and her vice grip of a hand grabbed him by the ear and drags him out of the room like a child acting badly in Target.**
LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: This is your fault!
CHARLIE JONES:[/font] How?
LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: I don’t know…. I hadn’t thought that far ahead yet.
CHARLIE JONES:[/font]GET OUT OF HERE!
**Back to Ringside**
LINCOLN PHELPS: She’s no fun!
Wraith has built up some momentum. He lifts Dane across his shoulders.
GREYSON MARKS: Back to normal looks like Wraith is about to turn the Lights Out on Dane.
Wraith hoists Dane up and as he comes down he grabs the knee and avoids the move. Wraith stumbles after narrowly missing the move. Dane jumps up, still hobbling on the knee, Wraith swings towards him. Dane ducks and in one swift movement…
GREYSON MARKS: REDLINE!
Dane wastes no time and pins Wraith hooking a leg.
One!
Two!
Three!
NINA LAWRENCE: The winner of this match by pinfall
DANE PRESTON!
GREYSON MARKS: Even with all the distractions Dane Preston comes out on top in a very weird fight.
LINCOLN PHELPS: At least we got to the bottom of all the shenanigans.
GREYSON MARKS: I wouldn’t want to be LCP when Dane gets his hands on him.
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