Refueled LXXXI

The HOTv logo gives way to a raucous crowd inside the First Direct Arena in Leeds for Refueled LXXXI, before we cut to Joe Hoffman standing by on commentary.

Joe Hoffman: Hello everyone and welcome to the eighty-first edition of Refueled! We’re excited to see what unfolds here in Leeds with TWO championships on the line tonight! Darin Zion takes on John Sektor for the LSD Championship and Eli Dresden gets a shot at the High Octane Television Championship…but she has to go through a man on a hot streak in Jeffrey James Roberts! We also see former World Champions collide as Jace Parker Davidson takes on Cancer Jiles, and Steve Solex looks to even up the Best of Seven Series as he faces Bobby Dean…but before all of that, we have the matter of our opening contest as David Noble takes on Death Bringer!

With that, we cut to Bryan McAvay in the ring, ready to make the first ring announcements of the night.

Bryan McAvay: The following is your opening contest of the evening, scheduled for one fall!

The opening of “Heaven and Hell” by 20th Century Steel Band rips through the arena, just mixed a bit differently.

Children growing, women producing

Men go work and some go stealing

Everyone’s got to make a living

Bryan McAvay: Introducing first…from Buffalo, New York, weighing in at 245 pounds…

Then the beat from “Heaven and Hell” by Kanye West takes over as the HOTv starts to produce a bit of static before showing an outline of a name drawn across the width of it. It simply says:

DAVID NOBLE

At the mere sight of his name, the arena erupts!

Bryan McAvay: He is…DAAAAAAAAAAAAAVIIIIIID! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOBLE!

As “Heaven and Hell” continues to play through the arena, a figure emerges, being lifted through the stage and to the center of the stage. At the sight of Noble, the arena comes unhinged once again.

David stands there, his eyes peering out at the crowd around him as he can feel the energy from every single fan in the arena as he starts making his way to the ring…when suddenly, he is blindsided by Death Bringer!

His opponent for the evening has no interest in waiting for this match to start, and Cole Steele is only stirring the pot as he directs traffic, telling his charge to take Noble to the ring. Bringer obliges, laying into Noble with some hard kicks before practically dragging him toward ringside.

Joe Hoffman: What the hell is going on here!? Death Bringer with an attack on Noble before this match even gets underway, and…hang on a second! There goes David now!

Noble finally composes himself enough to fight back, slipping out before sending Death Bringer shoulder-first into the ring post with a hard thud! The distraction is enough for Noble to roll into the ring and take a breather, but not for long as Death Bringer enters with a murderous glare in his eyes. Matt Boettcher checks on both men before calling for the bell to finally kick off our opening match!

DING! DING! DING!

The crowd in Leeds clearly behind Noble as he tries to overcome the prematch attack by Death Bringer, who immediately rushes in with some more hard kicks to the body of Noble. Each kick wears the man down further, and draws boos from the crowd as Bringer looks to pick up a quick and easy victory at Noble’s expense. Bringer sends Noble to the ropes, looking for a running knee strike on the rebound…but Noble dodges it in the nick of time!

Joe Hoffman: Close call there by Death Bringer, with David Noble just managing to avoid disaster in the early goings!

Noble now fighting back with some hard forearms to keep Death Bringer at bay, sending him into the ropes this time and connecting with a spinebuster! Noble senses an opportunity here and goes for the cover as Boettcher makes the count!

ONE!

NO!

Death Bringer kicking out pretty quickly shows that he’s got plenty of fight in him tonight! Noble back on his feet, looking for an opening as Death Bringer gets back to a standing position himself. The two trade lefts and rights, each looking for the upper hand…and it seems as though Death Bringer receives it, knocking down Noble with a massive right hand.

Joe Hoffman: Not a good look here for Noble, as Death Bringer continues to bring the fight!

Noble looks out of it as Death Bringer continues the attack with a couple stomps and a set of mounted elbow strikes before turning his attention to the ropes. As Noble rolls to his back to try and get up, Bringer leaps up and launches himself, connecting with a Lionsault that keeps Noble down for a pinfall attempt!

ONE!

TW–NOPE!

Noble just manages to kick out of that one, raising the ire of Steele at ringside in the process! Death Bringer doesn’t let this faze him however as he brings Noble back up to his feet, laying in a few more heavy kicks before dropping Noble like a bad habit with a spinning heel kick!

Joe Hoffman: Death Bringer looking quite pleased with himself here considering the damage he’s done to Noble!

Death Bringer looks like he’s ready to bring this contest to an abrupt end as he picks Noble back up once more, this time lifting him onto his shoulders! CRADLE OF DEATH–NO! Noble just manages to slide out before the One Winged Angel connects, saving himself from a rough night as he lands on his feet! Noble hits the ropes as Death Bringer turns around…RIGHT INTO A SPEAR BY NOBLE!

Joe Hoffman: Oh my God, he nearly folded Death Bringer in half!

Noble is fired up and so is the crowd as Death Bringer slowly gets to his feet…but Noble doesn’t let him have even an inch of space as he connects with the jumping knee strike!

Joe Hoffman: RISE UP! Could this be it!?

With his opponent down, Noble goes for the cover as Boettcher makes the count!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

Bryan McAvay: Here is your winner via pinfall…DAAAAVIIIIIID–

McAvay’s announcement is interrupted as Steele slides into the ring, yelling at Noble and Bottecher that the count was far too fast. This one-side argument serves mostly as a distraction while Death Bringer gets back to his feet, attacking Noble despite this match being officially over! Officials rush down to break things up, but Death Bringer and Steele quickly exit the ring satisfied with what they’ve done tonight.

Joe Hoffman: Death Bringer making a physical statement tonight, but the record books will show that David Noble picked up the win! 

Death Bringer and Steele can be seen making their way back up the ramp while Noble gets back to his feet, an angry look on his face, as we cut back to a hard camera shot with Joe Hoffman.

Joe Hoffmann: Ladies and gentleman, I am pleased to be joined via satellite, HOW Hall of Famer, Jatt Starr, who, I am told, is not in the First Direct Arena this evening. Jatt, thank you for joining us this evening.

The camera cuts to Jatt Starr, sporting his red and black plaid suit, a black dress shirt, and a black tie.

Jatt Starr: What are you talking about, Joe? Of course I’m here! Although, I can see your confusion. Obviously, when I said I wouldn’t be “there”, I meant ringside. Especially considering the humiliation and embarrassment the Jattlantic City Idol suffered last week in that very ring.

Joe Hoffmann: You must be referring to the assault you received from the hands of Bobbinette Carey. Speaking of which, how do you—-

Jatt Starr: What the heck are you talking about, Joe? I am referring to the fact that Scottywood agreed to be my guest on “Starrgazing with Jatt Starr” and not only did he not show, but he sent Saggin-Tit Carey in his place! I am Jatt Fucking Starr! I only seek out the most relevant and talented HOW wrestlers for my show! Instead of getting the challenger for the HOW Championship, I get a whiny, Mario obsessed, windbag, drama seeking attention whore as a guest. And as the consommé professional I had to act like it was no big deal! But, as it turns out, it was a HUGE deal!!! Did you know that the second Bobbinette Scarey came out, the ratings dropped forty-eight percent?

Joe Hoffmann: What about the assault or her claims that—-

Jatt Starr: FORTY EIGHT PERCENT!!! You know what that means, Joe? No one gives a rat’s rectum what she does or says. But what I take great offense at is the fact that—Wait! Let me preface what I have to say by telling you and the fans a secret. The HOW Hall of Fame is actually tiered. There’s the HOW Hall of Fame GOLD Tier….the LEGENDS….which consists of Mike Best, Kostoff, Christopher America, Darkwing, Narcotic, John Sektor, Shane Reynolds, Max Kael, and the Ruler of Jattlantis, ME. Then there’s the HOW Hall of Fame SILVER Tier…the GREATS…which is Graystone, Mario Maurako, Lynx, Silent Witness, Omar Rasheem, Benny Newell, and yourself, Joe Hoffmann.

Joe Hoffmann: Thank you, I’m

Jatt Starr: Settle down there, Joe. The third tier is the HOW Hall of Fame BRONZE Tier…that’s David Black, Steve Solex, Rhys Townsend, Brian McVay, Ryan Faze, and Scottywood. And finally, the last tier…the HOW Hall of Fame TIN Tier….basically, it’s the shit tier, while it’s better than not being in it, people can’t help but wonder “Huh? How did they even make it in”? Which is Bobbinette Carey and…..

The King of Jatten Island looks in the air, thinking, pondering of all of the HOW Hall of Fam—

Jatt Starr: ….that’s it.

Joe Hoffmann: What about—-

Jatt Starr: So imagine my horror, after all the promotion that was done for “Starrgazing”, when, instead of a Bronze Tiered Hall of Famer, I get a shitty Tin Tiered Hall of Famer. It’s like going to see the Rolling Stones but you end up getting Carry No Mas, the Rolling Stones Mariachi Cover Band. I will not stand for this slight against my name and insult to my legacy. Rest assured, Scroteywood will be held accountable! This is my reputation on the line here, Joe!

Joe Hoffmann: I honestly thought this—-

Jatt Starr: —would be a great time to bring up the return of the greatest event in the history of the HOW? Why not? The LETHAL LOTTERY!!!! Every title up for grabs,who will get a shot? Will Darin Zion squander his thirty-eighth championship shot in a row? Will Mike Best retain his—-Ah, he probably will, no real spoiler there, he’d probably end up drawing Bobby Dean anyway. Maybe John Sektor will defend in an epic three way against Eli “The Duchess of Dresdenmark” and Jace Parker Davidson, the King of Everything, with the history those two have….CRAZY! Or maybe the Earl of GlouStarr will get the opportunity to become the HOW TV Champion! And if history is any indication, there’s going to be a Number One Contender’s Match….which title? Who will be involved? Conor Fuse? David Noble? Brian Hollywood? That other interesting looking guy who can’t speak? So many possibilities! It’s a really exciting time. It’s all happening next week in “MancheStarr”!!!! And yes, the Monarch of MancheStarr will almost guarantee a victory next week!!! My six or seven dozen fans deserve it!

Joe Hoffmann: Well, thank you Jatt Starr for your time.

The scene cuts away from Jatt Starr and back to Joe Hoffmann.

Joe Hoffmann: Next week, at Refueled it will be the Lethal Lottery!

The scene cuts to commercial.

Back live and we once again cut to our Hall of Fame announcer Joe Hoffman.

Joe Hoffman: Welcome back everyone and I have to say that this is absolutely ridiculous. The ring has been surrounded with buffet tables filled with your Thanksgiving favorites. We have stuffing, mashed potatoes, yams and of course tons of turkey! But, oddly enough…mostly turkey slices. Let’s go to Brian McVay for the introductions!

The camera cuts from the announce booth to the ring. Brian McVay stands in the center of the ring.

Brian McVay: Ladies and gentleman, the next bout will be match number four in the Gentleman’s Agreement and will be a Thanksgiving Match!

The crowd cheers, but a smattering of boos can be heard as well.

Brian McVay: The only way to win is to shove your opponent’s head into the Turkey itself!

A spotlight shines on the one turkey at ringside. The erupts in another mixed reaction.

Joe Hoffman: They’ve only got one turkey, this is insane!

The lights in the arena go dim as the beginning of “This Means War” by Avenged Sevenfold thumps from the sound system as the crowd explodes into a fury of boos and hisses. A montage of Steve Solex plays on the HOV, flashing on and off in rhythm with the music. As the music stalls, the HOV goes black as the lights throughout the arena go dark.

Brian McVay: Introducing first. He’s from Huntington Beach, California! He stands six-feet-three inches tall, and weighs in at two-hundred-fifty-two pounds!

The crowd’s boos nearly drown out Brian McVay as he attempts to make the introduction.

Brian McVay: Here is… STEEEEEEEVEEEEE SOOOOOOOLLLLLEEEEEEXXXXX!

A bomb like explosion blasts at the top of the entry way sending a plume of smoke up and in front of the HOV 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. The montage continues to play on the HOV as Solex stops atop the entrance ramp and pounds his chest twice with a white knuckled fist before throwing his hands high up into the air.

Joe Hoffman: There is the Dad-Soldier himself, Steve Solex! He’s been having some trouble lately keeping his head in the game, but he looks all business here tonight.

He soaks in the boos from the crowd before marching down to the ring. No glitz, no high fives, just a fast paced march and the look of a cold blooded killer. He slides under the bottom rope and stares down the referee before finding his corner and resting back into it.

Joe Hoffman: There is a different kind of look in the eyes of Solex here tonight. He’s down two-one to Bobby Dean, who has impressively beaten the Dad-Soldier two weeks in a row.

The glorious beats of the eighties motivational song “You’re the Best Around” by Daniel Esposito begin to play and the crowd jumps to their feet in anticipation. Bobby darts out from behind the curtain onto the entrance ramp and the crowd goes ballistic. He spins around at the top of the ramp, his baby blue robe expanding out at all sides showing the body he’s been building for years and years as the crowd sings along with his entrance music.

Brian McVay: And his opponent….!

But McVay can barely get the introduction out as the crowd in attendance becomes deafening as it sings along with the Karate Kid classic.

“YOU’RE THE BEST!”

Brian McVay: From Houston, Texas!

“AROUND!”

Brian McVay: Weighing in at a RIDICULOUS Three-Hundred…

“NOTHING’S EVER GONNA KEEP YA’ DOWN!”

Brian McVay: Sixty-Nine pounds!

“YOU’RE THE BEST!”

Brian McVay: BOBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY DEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNN-uhhhhhh!

Bobby strolls his way down the aisle, running to either side and slapping hands with the most annoying types of babyface fans in the front row. He stops short of the ring and walks over to the first table of food. He sees a gravy boat and…

Joe Hoffman: Oh, come one! This is disgusting!

Bobby drinks the brown gravy straight from the boat, slams it down, wipes his upper lip clean with the sleeve on his baby-blue robe. He begins to shadow box without any regard for technique as the crowd continues to cheer him on. He throws his fists up in the air and rolls under the bottom rope only to be stopped flat with a thunderous boot to the back of the head by Steve Solex.

DING! DING! DING!

Joe Hoffman: Joel Hortega starts this match and Bobby Dean is quickly on the defense here! Oh my, another boot to the side of Bobby’s head!

Solex boots Bobby in the head once more and then flattens him with a mighty elbow drop. The crowd is furious as Solex rips Bobby’s trademarked robe off of his body and chucks it out of the ring.

Joe Hoffman: Solex is choking Bobby with the belt from that robe!

Solex really leans into the choke, trying to put Bobby to sleep, but the agile big man will have none of that, as he climbs to his feet with Solex on his back.

Joe Hoffman: Bobby reverses with some sort of fat-judo throw and Solex is down in the center of the ring!

Bobby wastes no time and hits the ropes.

Joe Hoffman: A big splash from Bobby Dean!

The thud of Bobby landing on top of Solex echoes throughout the arena as Solex screams out in agony, his wind clearly gone.

Joe Hoffman: Bobby hooks a leg and makes the cover!

Joel Hortega slides in for the count…

1!

…

…

But Hortega stops the count and points to the turkey at ringside.

Joe Hoffman: The crowd going absolutely insane here as Referee Joel Hortega clearly forgot about the turkey stipulation, and so did Bobby Dean!

Bobby laughs it off. He gets to his feet and pulls Solex up as well. He goes for the Irish whip, but yanks Solex back in and absolutely flattens him in the center of the ring with a beautifully executed belly-belly-suplex.

Joe Hoffman: Oh my! What a belly-to-belly for Bobby Dean! Bobby’s going to the outside!

Winded and sweaty, Bobby climbs out of the ring as Solex lays motionless. Bobby stumbles over to the first table.

Joe Hoffman: Bobby is stopping for a slice of pumpkin pie! What is wrong with him?! Go for the turkey Bobby!

Bobby takes a giant bite from a slice of pumpkin pie as his eyes water over with a weird satisfaction only a fat man would understand. The crowd eggs – yes – him on chanting his name…

“BOBBY! BOBBY! BOBBY!”

Bobby chucks the half eaten slice of pie to the side and goes straight for the turkey.

Joe Hoffman: Bobby hoists the turkey high into the air!

Bobby turns around with the turkey hoisted high, only to find Steve Solex right in his face.

THUD!

Joe Hoffman: Oh my! A thunderous right hand from Steve Solex has absolutely crippled Bobby Dean!

Solex stands over his opponent and points at a green bean casserole on the table. The crowd boos like maniacs as Solex grabs the green bean casserole right onto Bobby’s face. Bobby instinctively rolls to his stomach to escape, but Solex immediately locks him up in a Camel Clutch.

Joe Hoffman: Oh no! Solex has Bobby Dean in a painful predicament here and he’s force feeding Bobby the green bean casserole as he holds him down tight!

The camera goes to a close up of Bobby’s face as Solex shoves handful after handful of green bean casserole into Bobby’s mouth.

Steve Solex: You’ll eat your greens, Bobby! And you’ll fuckin’ like it! You hear me, Dean? You’ll fuckin’ like it!

The crowd boos as Solex wrenches the hold in tighter before planting a forearm right across the side of Dean’s face.

Joe Hoffman: Solex giving off real #1 Dad vibes here and now he’s getting in the faces of everyone in the front row, let’s hope this won’t result in a repeat of Belfast!

Solex grabs a hold of the turkey. He stalks Bobby, who’s gotten to his feet but is on wobbly feet.

Joe Hoffman: Solex waiting on Bobby to turn around here with that turkey in hand!

Dean stumbles backward and Solex tries to put the turkey on his head, but Bobby ducks under, grabs the gravy boat and dumps the gravy right onto the head of Steve Solex.

Joe Hoffman: Solex is covered in gravy!

The crowd explodes with cheers as Bobby does a little dance and snatches the turkey from Solex’s grip.

Joe Hoffman: Solex pulls the referee in between himself and Bobby!

Solex uses Hortega as a shield before shoving him right into Bobby’s grasp. Bobby attempts to steady the referee, but Hortega slips in the gravy and falls flat on his back. Bobby tries to help the referee up…

Joe Hoffman: Dick kick from Solex! Bobby is down!

Solex toe-punts Bobby right in the cash and prizes, and Bobby goes down. Solex grabs the turkey and puts it onto Bobby’s head.

Joe Hoffman: The referee is still down! The match should be over, but Bobby is back to his feet, swinging wildly!

Bobby tries to land a punch on Solex, but is obviously blinded by the turkey. Solex kicks Bobby in the stomach doubling him over.

Joe Hoffman: Solexecution! Solex just gave Bobby the Solexecution with the turkey on his head!

Bobby stumbles backward and lands flat on his back after the stunner. His left arm reached out and hit Hortega on the back, getting his attention and Hortega was left with no choice but to call for the bell!

DING! DING! DING!

Solex holds his hands in the air as he drops down to a knee.

Brian McVay: The winner of this match….STEEEEEEVEEEEEEEEE SOLLLLLLLLLLLEEXXXXXXXXXX!!!!

Joe Hoffman: Solex evens up the series, two-to-two. The Gentleman’s Agreement continues next week. But will either man be in the Lethal Lottery as well?!

Solex grabs a microphone from the timekeeper’s table, he wipes some gravy from his brow as the crowd boos ferociously.

Steve Solex: No more gimmicks, no more bullshit Bobby Dean! Next week, we’re having a straight up wrestling match!

He drops the mic to the ground as the crowd continues to boo. The camera cuts to Joe Hoffman at the announce table.

Joe Hoffman: Well, there you have it folks! Next week will be a straight up, normal wrestling match between Steve Solex and Bobby Dean. But as we near ICONIC, who will gain the upper hand next week?!

The action cuts away as we continue to hear the crowd booing.

The camera cuts to the parking lot outside of the First Direct Arena. From a distance, the view is of the back of the armored police vehicle that has brought the reigning HOTV Champion to the arena. The double doors in the back open and two police men jump out, one on each side, as Jeffrey James Roberts is assisted out of the back with great care even if his hands are still bound. Seeing as how he is focused upon making Eli Dresden pay for her disrespect–not to mention the four EPU guards standing at the ready for the prisoner transfer–the convicted killer is going along with the routine. The camera man dares to creep close enough to pick up some of the conversation.

Police Officer: –and here’s the last bit of paperwork. There’s nothing to report.

EPU Officer: No news is good news.

The police officer nods and extends his hand for a shake, the EPU officer reciprocating–and then there’s a blur of motion and a roar of pain from JJR before chaos ensues.

Police Officer: What the fuck was–holy shit, get her off him!

The camera jerkily moves to aim at the sight of Eli Dresden being bodily dragged away from a now-bleeding Roberts, crimson-stained teeth bared in a triumphant grin. There’s a jagged wound where JJR’s neck meets his shoulder, the wound in the exact spot where he took a bite out of tonight’s challenger… just as she promised. And just to add insult to injury?

Eli’s gaze meets Jeffrey’s enraged own, her mouth opening wide to show her prize before she’s visibly closing her mouth and swallowing.

His hands bound, Roberts rests on his knees and elbows, his eyes trained on Dresden and his face snarled into a relentless callous grin of his own. She winks at him, bold as brass and at this, he closes his eyes, not able to resist the building, roiling laughter coming up from deep inside himself. He rolls back to a seated position, still shaking as several of the guards regain control of the situation and raise him up to his feet while the others move to lead Eli Dresden away, a harder proposition than one may think in spite of her small size. Her grin only grows all the more before she utters a single word, one that confuses most of the police and guards around them both… but that he would understand.

Eli Dresden: Boop.

His eyes open finally at the sound, and the laughter fades, replaced by a hard, cold stare, and nothing more. Eli’s own grin remains as the officers finally drag her away as we cut to another commercial break.

After the commercial break we head to the backstage area of the First Direct Arena here in Leeds as the ever quirky Brian Bare can be seen heading down the hallway followed by a cameraman. Brian has his microphone in hand as he seems to be searching for someone to interview. Bare spots someone off in the distance and makes a bee line for them. The camera shows the person Bare found to be none other than Jace Parker Davidson who is in the middle of a conversation with Madison. Bare clears his throat to announce his arrival as the two stop talking. Madison narrows her eyes at Bare and speaks in an annoyed tone.

Madison: Ugh, what do you want Bare?

Bare: I was wondering if I could get a word with Jace?

Madison: Can’t you see we’re in the middle of something here? Besides, the man has a match to wrestle coming up soon. He doesn’t have time for your nonsense.

Bare: I’ll be really quick. It’ll only take a second, I promise.

Bare bows his head a bit and places his hands together as Madison rolls her eyes.

JPD: It’s fine, Madi. Go ahead and ask your questions Brian.

Madison scoffs and takes a step back as Bare celebrates the small victory. Brian regains his composure and raises the microphone up to his lips.

Bare: I wanted to get your thoughts on recent weeks about how both Michael Lee Best and John Sektor have both run down the HOW roster and targeted guys like you and others.

JPD: Sektor is just mad that someone like me is already booked for a high attraction match at ICONIC and he’s left without a dance partner. You can buy into his bullshit if you want but the fact remains he isn’t booked because no one wants to play in his lame as hell LSD division. Hell, even Darin Zion wanted a shot at the HOTv title more than he did a shot at the LSD title. Sektor’s managed to turn the most brutal title in HOW history into a joke and if he isn’t careful it’s going to go the way of the HOFC title. But I guess that’s the plan, right? Apparently if you kill an entire division you get pushed to the front of the line for a shot at #97red. That’s how things work around here now, correct?

Jace turns towards the camera with a sarcastic smirk as Bare just shrugs his shoulders.

JPD: As far as Michael goes he seems to think I’ve been pitching a fit backstage about the fact that he jumped the line to the World title. I’ve made no secret about how I feel about the situation and I’m certainly not hard to find. He can go on and on about ‘The Perception’ all he wants but you really wouldn’t need to call it that if it wasn’t blatantly obvious what is happening. Give it a fancy name, create a hashtag, do whatever you want because at the end of the day a turd is still a turd.

Bare: That’s a bit harsh, don’t you think?

JPD: Do the math Bare. The HOFC division dies, Mike knee’s Lee in the head and somehow that equals a tenth World Title reign. Where I have been #1 ranked in HOW and I had to fight Sutler to get into the main event of RATR. A match I might add that was ruined by Farthington. Then I had to fight in an Infirmary match against Clay Byrd for a shot at ICONIC. I lost that match but now even Clay doesn’t get the shot because they break his arm. So now Mike defends against Farthington who mind you has zero victories as a single’s competitor but hey it’s about who you know and who you blow I guess. See, Mike is trying to make everyone believe that two plus two equals five but nothing adds up right but that’s fine. If I gotta jump through more hoops to get a shot then that’s what I’ll do. I’ll fight Conor Fuse at ICONIC and maybe one of us can put an end to this bullshit.

Bare: Speaking of Conor Fuse… what are your thoughts about his current ‘condition’?

JPD: A couple of weeks ago I tried to get through to Conor and that didn’t seem to work. I believe Jatt has been one of the only people to speak to him face to face but…

Davidson’s voice trails as Conor Fuse slowly strolls into the scene. The fans inside the arena give a !RANK chant in response to The Power-Up King, who sports a light red t-shirt and black Adidas track pants. Given his recent track record, Fuse isn’t his typical energetic self. However, he certainly doesn’t look as down as he’s been over the past three weeks…

The Vintage eyes the interviewer. Then slowly turns his head and gives a respectful nod to JPD.

Conor Fuse: …

Conor goes to open his mouth but nothing specifically comes out of it.

Then he pats JPD on the shoulder.

JPD: Speak of the Devil and he shall appear.

JPD returns the pat on the shoulder with a pat to the back of the former HOW World Champion. Davidson has the urge to tussle Conor’s hair but doesn’t want to scare The Ultimate Gamer off too soon.

JPD: Listen, I know talking really hasn’t been your thing lately but as I said weeks ago. I know exactly what you’re going through. Last era I won my first HOW World Championship and broke the record for longest reign. After I Iost that belt I didn’t know where I was going to go or what I was going to do. It took me a long while before I ever recaptured that belt but I did it. So, I know first hand there is a light at the end of your tunnel and if I can do it? Then you can do it too!

Conor’s response seems genuine. He smiles (albeit weakly) and nods his head. Knowing JPD’s match is next, Fuse gestures to gorilla, wishing his upcoming ICONIC opponent good luck. An awkward silence follows, since it’s clear Conor, while feeling a little better, still isn’t in the best frame of mind to carry a conversation. Meanwhile, Bare earns his cheque by not doing anything when it would likely warrant asking a question.

But before the two split, Conor snaps his fingers, reaches into his pocket and pulls out a wireless Xbox controller, plastered with Cancer Jiles skins all over it. Jiles’ eyes are X’ed out in one place, or scribbled out in red pen on another. The Egg Bandit sticker is heavily vandalized as well. Fuse hands it over to JPD and pats him on the shoulder again before walking off.

Conor Fuse: Good luck; I seriously hate that guy.

JPD looks down at the controller then smiles over towards Bare.

JPD: I’m usually more of a Playstation man but it’s progress and I’ll take it. Now if you’ll excuse me Bare, I have an Egg to scramble.

JPD hands the controller to Madison before heading towards the gorilla position leaving Brian Bare all by his lonesome.

Back live from commercial and the lights dim. The arena quiets. A chill moves through the air…

“I am the COOL” explodes over the speakers. ~I’m the one your mama warned you about ~When you see me, I will leave you no doubt ~I’m the coolest man that ever walked this earth ~I’ve been the coolest since the day of my birth ~I AM THE COOL.

Out from behind the curtain, after a second or two of suspense, The Crown Prince of COOL, Cancer Jiles emerges. Shades on, hair on point, he pauses at the top of ramp and basks in the glorious affection of his precious OctaBandits. After having his fill, Jiles confidently makes his way down to the ring and slides on in under the bottom rope.

BRIAN McVAY: Standing in the ring, weighing in at an “Egg”-ceptional 229 pounds, he is CANCER JIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILES!!!!!!! And his opponent…..

The lights in the arena dim as the HOV begins to light up.

BRIAN McVAY: ….weighing in at 253 pounds, JACE PARKER DAAAAAAAAAVIDSON!!!!!

The words “The King has Returned.” echo throughout the building. The crowd stands on its feet as smoke begins to build on stage. The sound of Kingdom by Jaxson Gamble begins to blare as a spotlight shines on stage. The crowd gives a mixed reaction as through the smoke appears Jace Parker Davidson along with Madison by his side. Jace looks out at the crowd and soaks in the reception before locking arms with Madison. The two make their way down the ramp slowly as fans reach over the barricade trying to touch the duo. Madison takes her place at ringside by Benny as Jace slides under the bottom rope to enter the ring. Jace pops to his feet and makes his way over to the nearest corner and climbs the turnbuckle to pose for the crowd. Hopping down Jace goes to his corner and begins to stretch. As the referee is about to signal for the bell, Jace Parker Davidson interrupts him.

JOE HOFFMAN: It seems like Jace perhaps wants to get a clear understanding of the rules for the match from Matt Boettcher, which is—Nope! A cheap shot from Jace!!!

Indeed, JPD maneuvered himself in front of Cancer Jiles and as Matt Boettcher was guiding him through the difference of a low blow and a headlock, Jace immediately spun around and clocked Jiles in the head with a righ hand. Boettcher quickly sounds for the bell….

DING!

And the match is officially started as JPD whips Jiles into the ropes, Jiles bounces off and JPD connects with a superkick! Cancer Jiles drops to the mat. JPD pulls up Cancer Jiles and nails a release German suplex. Jiles is slow to get up as Jace smirks, Jiles is up staggers into a boot to the midsection followed by the Paradigm Shift DDT!

JOE HOFFMAN: UNSCRIPTED VIOLENCE! This is might be it!

Jace covers Jiles by placing his elbow on his chest, a very cocky pin as he gets a good look at the audience (And the audience gets a good look at him). Matt Boettcher with the count….

……ONE! (Jace screams “KING”)

…….TWO! (Jace screams “OF”)

…….THREE! (Jace screams “EVERYTHING”)

DING!!!

Boettcher signals for the bell and McVay, who barely had time to sit back down, stands up and makes the customary announcement for the winner.

Bryan McVay: WINNER OF THE MATCH VIA PINFALL…….JACE PARKER DAVIDSOOOOOOONNNN!!!

JOE HOFFMAN: Another impressive victory for Jace, who is on a bit of a roll. Will he be able to carry over that momentum next week for the Lethal Lottery? I know he hopes so.

Jace Parker Davidson raises his arms in the air as the scene cuts to commercial.

Back live and we cut backstage where we see Scott Stevens in the referee’s locker room on the phone.

Scott Stevens: Yes.

Stevens answers and is listening to the other end.

Scott Stevens: I’ll leave right away and head to Manchester for Lethal Lottery.

The Texan hangs up the phone and places it into his pocket. He takes his referee shirt from his locker and opens up his suitcase and inside we see his wrestling gear before tossing in his shirt.

Scott Stevens: Good thing I’m always prepared.

Stevens says to himself with a smirk as he shuts the suitcase and walks out of the room as we cut back to ringside.

We cut back live inside the arena just in time to see the arena lights go black.

“Tell you you’re the greatest

but once you turn they hate us!”

The crowd is confused by the music as 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. She has on a black jacket with a red prohibition sign over the word “consent” on her lapel is a “times up” pin over a white button up blouse with matching black slacks. Her hair in a twisted half up hair style with her curls pulled behind her ears.

“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 three 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 points to the pin on her lapel as she gets in the ring. She stands in the center as magenta pink and mauve pyrotechnics explode from the turnbuckle as she does a ballerina style exaggerated curtsy with a smirk. The crowd booing is so loud her theme music is almost inaudible. Bobbinette takes a microphone as she nods her head, not surprised by the response.

Bobbinette: Of course I’d get that response from a country that thinks colonizing was beneficial to the rest of the world.

The crowd starts booing louder than before. She knew she wouldn’t get word in edgewise so she stands there for a moment as she can finally speak.

Bobbinette: Yes, here in England where entitlement was born! Where everything that is wrong in the world started. But I am not here to educate you on the fact that you should be ashamed of what you caused the rest of the world to be.

As she continues on. She rolls her eyes, but she is actually enjoying pointing out the issues with a place that follows the English monarchy.

Bobbinette: I am however a Queen worth respecting who addresses toxic and problematic peope. I didn’t come out here for you people. I came out because of my Stepson. Came out because ICONIC is approaching.

The crowd cheers for the mention of Iconic but quickly returns to boos because she’s going to speak.

Bobbinette: where I am set to take on Mario Maruko-

The crowd chats: fuck her up Mario fuck her up! Fuck her up Mario, fuck her up!

Can be heard from the crowd.

Bobbinette: In an electrified cage!! Yes celebrate the abuser and boo me go on…

She rolls her eyes annoyed that even now Mario is still cheered.

Bobbinette: I told my step son I would give him an answer this week.

She pauses as she takes a deep breath narrowing her eyebrows.

Bobbinette: Before I do that, I have to address a little issue from last week. Have to set the record straight.

Crowd: Scottywood, scottywood, scottywood!

She closes her eyes as she fixes her face. The camera shows a sign “save our scottywood.”

Bobbinette: My phone has been blowing up this week. I see your stupid “save our Scotty” signs. He is not the victim here! I am the victim!!

She says defensively the crowd doesn’t want to hear this

Bobbinette: I believed him. I came back to be a true partner to him. Me being back helped boost his career! Brought him out of the past few years of his slump.

She starts pacing back and forth in the ring.

Bobbinette: But he didn’t care about me. All he cared about was using me to help him beat Mike Best! Red flag!

She says loudly, stopping in the middle of the ring looking at the camera, her face looking almost to plead her case.

Bobbinette: When I needed him he didn’t care if I was alive or dead! He went weeks without hearing from me. Scottywood showed me that just like every other male, he was about words, and I wasn’t a priority. Mike Best was his priority!

She says, her face looking sad. The crowd cheers at Carey’s attempt to gain empathy.

Bobbinette: The problem was dear scooter had a hyper fixation on Mike Best. Everything was Mike Best and I didn’t matter. I was hurt and I wanted to make him understand that feeling.

Her eyes water as she dabs the corner of her eyes with a handkerchief.

Bobbinette: He lost his 10% of the company and his final chance at Mike best…. And now maybe he can understand my pain. And I forgive you for what you did Scooter. But our partnership is at an end.

Her frown soon becomes a smile which spreads across her face.

Bobbinette: The truth is You needed me scooter, I never needed you. Your chances against Mike Best was only because you brought me back. And I needed to show you that you needed me to win. Because without me you’re just… never able to finish the job.

She says looking sincerely with a smile. The crowd continues to boo as she runs her hand through the bottom of her hair shaking off the sadness.

Bobbinette: Now I can get back to business. Why I really came out here and that is to address Mosé, I know you’re back there come on out son.

The crowd’s mixed reactions turn to cheers as the son of Mario Maurako comes out slowly. He walks down the ramp as Bobbinette puts the microphone down and applauds him coming down to the ring. She gets to the ropes and sits on the middle rope holding it open to allow the younger Maurako into the ring. He gets in looking confused at her but knowing his former step mother is extra. She picks up the microphone looking at him.

Bobbinette: This young man…. I have had the honor of being in his life as a mother figure. He is a very brave boy. Always looking out for myself and his dad. He came to me last week… and because I am more logical and of sound mind than his father asked me to call off the match at ICONIC.

The crowd pops at the mention of ICONIC as Bobbinette looks at Mosé

Bobbinette: I promised I’d have an answer this week for him. You’re so brave and I am so proud of you for that bravery. I have watched you grow up into the man you are today. And that took courage to ask me that for your father.

She says looking at him he smiles and nods.

Bobbinette: why don’t you tell these people why it means so much to you Mosé.

She motions for a Microphone and hands it to him. She backs up to the corner turnbuckle allowing him to have the center of the ring.

Mosé: I know you all want to see my dad and Bobbie fight at ICONIC.

The fourth generation wrestler smiles at the crowds reaction knowing how to get a cheap pop.

Mosé: But these two have been-

*WHACK*

Mosé falls to the ground as the mic falls with him. Bobbinette has a steel chair in her hands as she looks down and smacks him again with the chair repeatedly.

*WHACK, WHACK, WHACK*

The crowd seems shocked by the attack of Mosé.

*WHACK*

Bobbinette takes the chair and opens it, putting the chair on his neck and sitting down backwards on the chair, looking at him as she picks up her microphone. She slaps him across the face to wake him as she applies her weight to the chair a little. Mosé looks up in horror, using his hands to try and give him room to breathe she looks down at him with a sadistic look.

Bobbinette: Your daddy isn’t here to save you. He’s laid up still… I did that. I did this.

She mocks as she rocks back and forth on the chair with Mosé trapped under the chair.

Bobbinette: You thought that I would call off the match? Why? because you asked kindly? A queen does not cower to peasants, she rules them. How naive are you to think that I would give him the satisfaction of a win without earning it?

She says her voice showing rage.

Bobbinette: You really are that ignorant? Thank god you’re not the only Maurako kid.

She chuckles.

Bobbinette: You thought you were the only child of Maurako. It ends with you… but it doesn’t.

She continues to laugh

Bobbinette: You’re just the only son of Mario not the only child..And your sister Mimi will be the one to inherit it all. After I take care of Mario once and for all, then Carey will be all that remains of your legacy!

She starts laughing as she gets off the chair and folds it up. Mosé rolls over, holding his neck coughing and choking. Bobbinette raises the chair to bring it down on him –

“OOOOOOHHHHHH, Beg Motherfucker, Beg!”

The crowd erupts with screams and cheers as “Beg” by Seether plays. Bobbinette’s face looks nervous as she bails out of the ring with the chair in hand and rushes through the crowd to escape. Medical personnel come rushing down to check on Mosè.

Bobbinette disappears through the crowd laughing as we cut to a commercial break.

Joe Hoffman: Well this next match is going to have some stakes… and I’m not simply talking about the HOTV title, either. What transpired between Eli and Jeffrey earlier tonight, let alone the events of last week and beyond between these two, leaves no doubt in my mind we’re going to have a real battle on our hands here.

To ringside.

Bryan McVay: This match is for the HOTV Championship! Introducing first, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, weighing one-hundred-fifty-three pounds… ELI DRESDEN!!

The chorus of “Never Look Back” by The Nearly Deads hits the sound system as the overhead lights dim. Blue and white lights flashing along the rampway as spotlights of similar shades swirl over the crowd. Eliza Dresden waits all of a second before she bounds onto the stage, her energy levels already through the roof thanks to the cheers.

Joe Hoffman: I feel like if Benny were here, he’d be saying Eli better focus on the match but I can assure you watching at home, you don’t go after someone of JJR’s… ilk… and not take things seriously. And that’s only speaking of what took place TONIGHT.

Stopping at the top of the ramp, she thrusts a fist in the air… but she can’t be idle for long. Typically known to play to the crowd down the rampway, this time it’s a simple nod from Dresden before she races down and slides into the ring. The challenger is quick to mount the nearest turnbuckle, once again shoving a fist skyward to more cheers and then turning to look toward the middle of the ring… very focused.

The crowd becomes a hush.

Bryan McVay: And her opponent… from Gainesville, Florida, weighing two-hundred-thirty pounds… he is the High Octane TV Champion… JEFFREY JAMES ROBERTS!

“Goldberg Variations” by Johann Sebastian Bach plays over the speakers as four security guards step out onto the stage. They form a square as Jeffrey James Roberts steps out and stands in the middle. His hands are out front, tied with plastic ziptie cuffs and he walks toward the ring, keeping his eyes focused on it. The guards keep a perimeter to make sure he can’t reach any fans and they walk with him all the way to ringside.

Joe Hoffman: You can see the mark Eli left. While you might not be able to see marks on Eliza anymore, we all remember what took place on September 18th, over two months ago. Roberts beat Dresden but that wasn’t enough for him. He ended up taking a bite out of her, too. Well, all is even now. And here we are.

The guard in front unlocks the cuffs, then steps back to allow Roberts to climb into the ring. JJR does so, at first… methodically. But the second Roberts enters the ropes, he races towards the challenger. Referee Matt Boettcher is on it and immediately calls for the bell.

DING DING

Dresden quickly avoids the charging HOTV Champion by sidestepping him as he comes in recklessly. Dresden hits the mat when Roberts attempts a vicious back elbow, sending Jeffrey stumbling into the center of the ring since the elbow did not meet its mark. Dresden pulls to her feet, takes two steps back and blasts a hard knee into Roberts’ chest, folding him over. Dresden takes two steps back again and this time cracks Roberts in the jaw with a knee strike echoing throughout the arena. Finally, Dresden hammers Roberts in his new flesh wound! The Florida native clenches his hands together, falling to a knee, working through the pain with a smile.

Joe Hoffman: Eli would have to be crazy if she didn’t try to hit Roberts with some real stiff blows AND work the flesh wound. I’m sure a lot of her high flying strategy would be best suited out the window in this, a very personal contest.

Dresden whips Roberts into a turnbuckle pad with authority. He meets it, bounces off and drills his own head, trying to knock the pain out…

Eli helps, connecting with an exploder suplex and then a dropkick into Roberts’ flesh wound. She keeps the attack coming by latching onto Roberts’ waist and planning to drop JJR on his head with a German suplex. However, the champion flips in midair, lands on his feet, finds the ropes and hits a pump kick, smack in the middle of Eliza’s face.

JJR looks down at the piece taken out of him from earlier. His eyes widen as, at first, he stalks Dresden, positioning himself behind her, waiting for her to get up. However, with each passing second, Roberts’ eyes fixate on his opponent… deeper and deeper. The champion knees Dresden in the back. Then he knees her again. Roberts hits the ropes and leaps across, putting his head out in front of his body and connecting with a sickening flying hard-out headbutt. Jeffrey’s head drives itself right into Dresden’s jaw. Spit flies from Eli’s mouth as Roberts ferociously latches onto the challenger and connects with a belly-to-belly suplex, followed by an elbow that digs into Dresden’s temple, causing her to scream.

Joe Hoffman: What a hard shot by Roberts. A good way to put your opponent in concussion protocol!

But if Eli received a concussion from the move, she wasn’t showing the effects. Instead, she dodges a second headbutt attempt by Roberts and kicks him in the side of the leg. JJR budges but not by much. Eli kicks him again… again… however, it’s simply misdirection as Dresden finds a spinning back elbow into flesh wound. Roberts groans, while smiling again, although it’s clear he’s in a great deal of pain. Stunned, Roberts can only flail his hands forward, hoping to catch the incoming Eli Dresden.

He doesn’t.

Springboard punt kick.

The champion immediately falls back-first to the mat like no one is home. The crowd is alive!

Joe Hoffman: I think Roberts has been knocked out!

ONE.

TWO.

KICKOUT!

The crowd thought Jeffrey was knocked out too considering he hadn’t shown signs of life UNTIL the count of 2.99.

Joe Hoffman: A great call for a pin, given what took place. I’m sure Eli wants to seek even more retribution but taking the man’s title away may be the most important thing she can do right now.

Eli’s back to work. A snapmare puts Roberts in a seated position so Dresden can find the ropes again and come at the champion with a ton of momentum. Upon return she drives a knee into the bite mark. Next, she plants JJR with a DDT. Dresden tries to put the champion on his back for another pinfall attempt but she slides away when realizing Jeffrey was reaching out to drive his head into her face again. (Or perhaps repay the bite.) On her feet, Dresden finds the second turnbuckle pad and jumps off, landing a missile dropkick to JJR’s chest the second he gains a vertical base.

The merciless killer slams the mat with his right hand. He pops to his feet like a skeleton putting back together all of his pieces and races towards Dresden. She easily moves, he eats the turnbuckle padding.

Joe Hoffman: Credit to Eli for working Jeffrey off his game. Then again, she’s got some house money with what happened earlier.

Dresden with a headscissors takedown to Roberts. She follows this up with a number of body blows before hurling the champion into the ropes and landing a high angle dropkick under Roberts’ neck. Eli connects with a snap suplex, floats over… another snap suplex… floats over… falcon arrow suplex and hooks the leg.

ONE.

TWO.

KICKOUT.

Although this kickout wasn’t the 2.99 she experienced during the first pinfall attempt, Dresden’s feeling more confident in taking control of the match. The challenger pulls Roberts to his feet, dodges a fury of right hand attempts from the HOTV Champion and then locks Roberts’ into death grip on the flesh wound which transitions into a modified backdrop… and finally, a standing shooting star press. Dresden hooks the leg.

ONE.

TWO.

SHOULDER UP.

Joe Hoffman: She’s got no quit. Eli’s right back to it.

Dresden bounces off the ropes… dropkick to Jeffrey’s shoulder. She bounces off the ropes again… another dropkick. Into the ropes for a third time-

Joe Hoffman: DAMN! Hell of a counter by Roberts!

As Eli comes in for a third dropkick, Roberts rolls forward, trips the challenger up before she’s able to leave her feet, allowing her momentum to take her backwards while Roberts spins in the air and falls on top of Eli with a twisting elbow drop to the temple.

Looking like he’s regained control of himself, Roberts struggles through the pain of Eli’s dropkicks and begins smashing Dresden’s skull into the canvas. JJR rises to a chorus of boos, races over to a turnbuckle corner and runs to the top. He flips off in a fluid, well-timed motion and lands a moonsault while also ensuring the champion’s elbow is driven into the side of Eliza’s face. Referee Matt Boettcher slides in to make the pinfall count.

ONE.

TWO.

SHOULDER UP.

Roberts recklessly pumps Dresden’s skull with more elbows until she’s able to break free. Both combatants are up and charge one another. Eli leapfrogs over Jeffrey while he has to stop in his tracks, turn around and find Eli’s foot coming for him in a roundhouse kick. JJR sidesteps and spears the challenger. Both of them flip in mid-air upon impact. Somehow, Roberts lands on top of Dresden but he’s not done yet.

Snap powerbomb. Roberts holds on and drops the challenger directly on her right shoulder. It’s not quite a suplex, nor is it another powerbomb but the move works. Eli shouts as she reaches for her shoulder. Meanwhile, the HOTV Champion races to the top turnbuckle pad again.

Joe Hoffman: My god! Eli’s going to meet him there!

Dresden punches Roberts when she arrives at the top. Both Eli and Jeffrey are trying to slug it out so that only one of them can remain standing on the pad. However, in a tough struggle, Eli wraps her arms around Jeffrey James Roberts and both of them flip head-over-heels into the ring.

Joe Hoffman: Spanish fly! Or at least… it looked like it! Honestly I don’t know who took the worst amount of damage!

Both Dresden and JJR are motionless. Replays show it was Eli who instigated the move but in mid-air it was Roberts who hooked his arm into Dresden’s neck and ended up driving her head into the mat with a modified DDT.

Finally… Roberts moves. It takes the lethal killer a moment to recognize his surroundings but when he sees Eli Dresden is out cold at the soles of his feet… JJR methodically lifts her up and tries for the Mask of Sanity.

Joe Hoffman: Eli escapes!

Dresden bounces off the ropes and looks for a spinning flying elbow to JJR’s flesh wound but Roberts ducks it, lets Dresden land and boots her in the face.

Mask of Sanity follows.

It doesn’t take much longer for Roberts to find the top rope again and land the shooting star press with the knee across Eliza’s throat.

Joe Hoffman: Shooting Star Guillotine! This has got to be over!

ONE.

TWO.

THREE.

DING DING DING

JJR does not wait for Boettcher to raise his hand as he quickly rolls out of the ring, ignoring Dresden and preparing himself for the usual post-match treatment by being taken into custody of the Elite Protection Unit.

Holding out his hands to the same EPU security guard who cut the zip tie bindings before the bell sounded, Jeffrey simply nods.

Joe Hoffman: Another successful title defense for the unbeaten Jeffrey James R-

Without warning, the EPU member side-steps JJR and slides into the ring with great quickness.

Bending down to his knees in the corner closest to the remaining EPU guards and a still unbound Jeffrey James Roberts, the seemingly rogue EPU guard motions for Eli Dresden to get up. The crowd grows into a sudden commotion, realizing something very unexpected was going down right before their very eyes.

Joe Hoffman: What the hell is that guard doing?! For that matter, somebody, for the love of GOD, get Roberts shackled again!

Just as Eli Dresden gets up, she doesn’t even have time to gain her bearings before the EPU Guard charges forward with one foot extended, and BLASTS her inside out with a rocket-charged single-leg dropkick!

Joe Hoffman: Darn it!! What the heck is going on here?! SECURITY!! ERRR, REAL SECURITY!!!

The remaining three members of the EPU force are looking at each other and then at Jeffrey James Roberts, who isn’t even looking back at what just happened in the ring. In fact, his eyes are closed, as if he were meditating. Then, looking up at the HOV screen, Jeffrey James Roberts sees just in time as the rogue EPU guard removes his helmet, revealing himself to be…

Joe Hoffman: That is….yes that is Arthur Pleasant!! He just SMASHED his way back to HOW with a Provocation kick straight to the jaw of Eli Dresden!! This is nuts!!

The remaining guards stay in place, clearly under orders to keep Roberts under control. With the crowd raining the boos down on the returning Arthur Pleasant, the Provocateur looks down at Eli Dresden and shouts loud enough for the cameras to pick it up.

Arthur Pleasant: Boop boop, bitch.

Pulling out a strand of barbed wire from inside the EPU protection vest that he fraudulently wears, Pleasant wraps each end of the sharp silver wiring around each of his fists until it is as tight as an elevator cable. Reaching down, Pleasant wraps the barbed wire around Eli Dresden’s head and wrenches back with what can only be described as the hardcore, barbed wire assisted alternate to the reverse chinlock. Just as he wrenches back, he attempts a sawing motion, hoping to catch her tongue with one of the barbs.

Joe Hoffman: Oh NO. Ew, ew, ew, EW.

Suddenly, more EPU guards empty from the back before Pleasant can make his mark any deeper than he already has. Seeing them on their way, Pleasant releases the barbed wire from around Eli’s head and mouth, and slithers out of the ring like a cobra.

For the first time through all of this, JJR turns around to see the carnage left in Arthur’s wake, then turns his head to Arthur Pleasant, and nods toward the ramp. Arthur, a wicked grin never leaving his face, nods at the gesture and heads up the ramp as we cut away.

We cut backstage to see David Noble walking through the backstage areas. He is wearing the blue jeans he wore in the ring earlier in the evening for his match against Death Bringer and is now wearing the white shirt and leather jacket he wore to the ring. Over his left shoulder is a black leather duffle bag, slung across his chest, and with the bag firm against his bag.

As he turns around the corner, he runs into Blaire Moise, who upon looking at Noble immediately grabs her microphone and races over to him.

Blaire Moise: David, a moment if I can?

David pauses and looks over at Blaire.

Blaire Moise: First off congrats on the win earlier tonight….but the reason I stopped you right now was I was hoping to get some comments about what went down last week with High Flyer.

David takes a long look at Blaire and ponders what she said for a moment.

David Noble: Going to need you to be a bit more specific.

Blaire Moise: Of course. You came out to the ring in the middle of his match and seemingly distracted him long enough to cost him the match—

Before she could continue, David raises his hand and cuts her off.

David Noble: Look, Blaire, pleasure meeting you. I’ve heard you’re the hardest working person around here and that is without a shadow of a doubt the truth. Your colleagues, they avoid me like the plague, they want nothing to do with me, call me unhinged behind my back. Who knows, maybe I am, you know what I’m saying? Regardless, I didn’t cost High Flyer a fucking thing last week. High Flyer is a big boy. He decided to let his attention deviate from his opponent last week and that’s on him. He is a veteran in that ring and what caught him off guard more than anything last week is the fact that he was being held accountable for his actions.

Blaire looks at David perplexed before she continues.

Blaire Moise: I’m going to come back to that comment in just a moment, but before I do so, I did want to touch on the fact that you came in the ring last week and looked like you were going to hit High Flyer with a chair, but seemingly decided against it. You have mentioned in past weeks that you were here for a specific reason, a specific person I should say, and it seems like High Flyer is that person. Is that the case and if so, why is he the person you’re here for?

David nods his head for a moment.

David Noble: Sharp girl, that’s for sure. Yes, I’m here for High Flyer. You see, Flyer and I, we go way back. He’s one of the people that got me my big break in the business and helped shepherd me in fWo back in the day with Mary-Lynn Mayweather. He was my confidant in PRIME, he was one of my closest friends in DEFIANCE and has been there for me every step of the way. The reality is that the High Flyer I see out there today is a shell of his former self. He’s sold out. He’s traded in what made him truly unique and has shown colors that don’t fit him if you’re picking up what I’m putting down.

Blaire Moise: Yes, I am. So is your grief the fact that he’s turned his back on the fans?

David Noble: That’s one of many griefs. His effort level is worst than I’ve ever seen it and trust me, I’ve seen him at his worst. He’s got like what, four wins in his fifteen matches here? I’ve got no problem with him being crazy or doing what he has to do in that ring to get a victory. Hell, throw a fucking rock and you will find people doing what they have to do in order to get a victory. Look at Bobinette Carey with Scottywood last week. I don’t know what is going on in her mind, but I’m sure she has a good enough reason. My issue with High Flyer is that he is not himself and he is going away from who he is and failing at it.

Blaire Moise: So what do you propose to do?

David Noble: It’s what I do best and it’s called rude awakenings. I’m not here to make friends, but High Flyer needs to know that if he can’t compete here any longer, than maybe it is time to hang up the boots. Maybe it’s time for someone to do what they did to Old Yeller, take them out back, and put us ALL out of our fucking miseries. Because watching him in that ring is an embarrassment. He’s turned his back on the fans, on his friends, and it’s a tragedy what’s become of him. So it’s time for him to show up and get what’s coming to him. Man up or get knocked the fuck out.

Blaire Moise: Is that a challenge?

David Noble: If he wants it to be one, then let it be so. I don’t see him around. So the reality is, in a few weeks time, we’re going to be at the O2 Arena in London for ICONIC. I’ll be there and I’m going to make my way down the ramp. If he wants to show up and fight, then so be it. If he shows up in that ring though, I expect the very best out of him. Anything less and I will put him down for good. Because that man is no longer High Flyer. I don’t even know who the fuck he is anymore.

With that, David walks away from Blaire and out of the First Direct Arena in Leeds. Blaire watches him walk away before she looks back at the camera.

Blaire Moise: Well ladies and gentlemen, you’ve heard it straight from David Noble’s mouth. He’s tired of High Flyer’s antics, of the person he has become, and is looking to put an end to it. He’s made the challenge to High Flyer at ICONIC and we will have to see if he comes through or not in accepting that challenge.

We then cut to our final commercial break of the evening.

Back live and backstage, a camera loosely follows HOW interviewer Brian Bare as he makes his way down a corridor cluttered with production equipment. As he walks past an oversized recycling bin, however, an arm reaches out from the depths and grabs him by the shoulder, causing the interviewer to nearly jump out of his skin.

Brian Bare: JESUS CHRIST!

The arm is attached to a man, and though he may not be Jesus Christ, he’s close enough. The Son of God himself, Michael Lee Best, pops up from hiding in the recycling, looking sharply in all directions around him as he leans in close to Bare.

Mike Best: You seen Cecilworth?

Brian gulps, swallowing all the vomit he nearly ejected onto the concrete floor as he tries to steady his heart rate. He takes a deep breath before responding loudly.

Brian Bare: What the FUCK is wrong with you? YOU SCARED THE–

Mike Best: Shhhh.

The HOW World Champion holds a finger to the interviewer’s lips, stifling him.

Mike Best: Gentlemen’s Games, Bare. Hide and Seek. I’ve been hiding here for forty fucking minutes and Cecilworth hasn’t found me yet. This is my week. You seen him around? He’s not with you, is he?

Bare looks around his immediate surroundings– he’s obviously alone.

Brian Bare: Saw him near catering a few minutes ago. He looked pissed. Hey, as long as I have you here, wanna talk about Lethal Lottery next week? Obviously you’ll be defending the HOW World Championship against what could be any member of–

Michael again presses a finger to Brian’s lips.

Mike Best: After the games, Brian. After the games.

The Son of God slowly begins to sink back into the recycling bin, making sure the World Title doesn’t touch the sides of it out of respect. Before he can lower himself all the way, however, a horrific sound is heard from nearby– loud, angry, violent sounds. The camera shakes as the cameraman tries to turn around quickly, and Michael nearly falls out of the recycling bin as he scampers to see what happened.

Brian Bare and Michael Lee Best rush down the hallway and turn the corner with the camera in tow, but they are all stopped in their tracks when they see the source of the commotion. Cecilworth Farthington stands motionless in front of the loading bay doors to the outside, his eyes fixated on the door in front of him. The camera fully takes him in– a hollow, icy look upon his face, and hands and forearms flecked with what is undoubtedly the blood of another human being. But that isn’t what stopped everyone in their tracks– they’re looking at the man laying at Farthington’s feet.

Cancer Jiles.

It looks like a crime scene, as Jiles lays in a pool of his own blood, twisted up as though he’s been through a war. Farthington doesn’t acknowledge the camera, nor does he seem to notice that his best friend has just stepped out of hiding and met him in the hallway.

Mike Best: …the fuck?

Slowly, Farthington turns his head toward Michael Lee Best, looking more like a Terminator than the best friend of the HOW World Champion. He doesn’t speak, but he does nod at his friend. Michael takes a defensive step backward, the HOW World Championship slipping off his shoulder and falling to the floor below.

Mike Best: Hey uh… you found me! I guess you win, right? Ha… Gentlemen’s Games!

He leans in to high-five his fellow Hall of Famer, but Farthington appears to be busy finally looking down at the victim who lays at his feet. Jiles isn’t moving… we aren’t even sure if he’s breathing.

Mike Best: Yeah… you’re right. A lot going on this week, right? Lethal Lottery coming up… obviously you’ve just murdered an eGG Bandit soooo… yeah, let’s just call it another draw this week, okay?

Farthington stares at Jiles.

Mike Best: …yeah, a draw. Big ol’ tie. Mhmm. Anyway, I’ll leave you to… uh… whatever you were doing. Love you buddy. GENTLEMEN’S GAMES!

The Son of God turns to make a hasty exit, but Farthington turns to face him. He reaches out and grabs the shoulder of the HOW World Champion, a slow grin spreading over his face.

Cecilworth Farthington: Don’t forget your belt, bud.

Farthington leans down, picking up the #97 Red HOW World Championship from the concrete and dusting it off against his sweatshirt. He locks eyes with his best friend, slowly handing the title forward to him.

Mike Best: Oh, uh… thanks.

He grins sheepishly, pulling at the title, but there seems to be some resistance. Farthington hasn’t let go of it yet. There is a buzzing in the arena that can be heard all the way backstage as Best and Farthington stare at one another, each man holding on to the belt.

Finally, Farthington smiles and releases the belt, letting the champion take it back into his possession. Michael swallows hard, turning to walk away with his championship, but the camera stays with Farthington. He looks back down at Jiles, and we get a closeup on the carnage as we cut away.

We cut back inside the arena and the”Happy Song” by Bring Me The Horizon blasts over the PA System.  

Joe Hoffman: All right.  It’s now time for tonight’s main event and the LSD title is on the line . 

Darin Zion, who is wearing a black leather jacket, comes out from the back by himself tonight.  He stops briefly and then heads down the ramp and slaps hands with the fans.  

Joe Hoffman: Darin Zion is coming to the ring tonight without Meredith…

Quick shot of Meredith standing and cheering Darin on in the front row.  Next to her are her children Lexie and Morris. 

Joe Hoffman: …as Zion gets his second shot at John Sektor and Sektor’s LSD title.  Zion challenged Sektor back in August at Refueled 70 and just came up a little short.

Rolling into the ring now, Zion climbs the turnbuckle and sticks his hands out as we reach the chorus of the song.  He flips off the turnbuckle pad and hands the referee his jacket.  Zion sneaks a quick look over at Meredith and then shakes his head as he mentally prepared for his upcoming match.

Then…

The opening of “Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap’ by AC/DC fills the arena and the Gold Standard of High Octane Wrestling emerges from the curtain and makes his way down the ramp.

Joe Hoffman: And here comes the LSD champion to the ring.  John Sektor won the LSD title back in…

Joe’s drowned out when the fans inside the First Direct Arena in Leeds decide they’re 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…”

Joe Hoffman: As I was saying, John Sektor won the LSD title back on June 26th, defeating Teddy Palmer.   He’s defended the belt against Steve Harrison, Zion, Clay Byrd, High Flyer, and then survived a brutal 97 minute match against Jatt Starr at Rumble at the Rock last month.   Tonight, it’s Darin Zion again.  

Sektor walks up the ring steps and steps through the ropes.  There’s no showboating.  There’s no playing to the fans.  He stares at Zion in the opposite corner and gets ready.  

Joe Hoffman: Sektor is all business tonight. 

Sektor calmly walks over and hands the championship to the referee who holds it over his head as Bryan McVay gets ready to introduce both men.  

Zion bounces up and down, back and forth as he readies himself for the match.  

Bryan McVay: Ladies and gentlemen.  Tonight’s main event will be…

The crowd in unison shout out ONE FALL! because it’s Leeds, England, they’re loud, and probably drunk as all hell. 

Bryan McVay: …one fall and it is for the High Octane Wrestling LSD CHAMPIONSHIP!  

McVay pauses and let’s the rowdy fans of Leeds cheer.  

Bryan McVay: First, introducing the challenger from Crown Point, Indiana.  Weighing in tonight at 220 pounds.  He is a former LSD champion. 

McVay points towards Zion.

Bryan McVay: DARIN! ZION!  

Zion hops back up on the turnbuckle and raises his arms, encouraging the fans to make more noise. 

Joe Hoffman: Zion’s coming off a big win at Rumble at the Rock over Xander Azula and followed that up with a win two weeks ago against Doozer at Refueled 79.

McVay turns towards the champion.

Bryan McVay: And his opponent.  From Miami, Florida!  Weighing in at 245 pounds tonight.  He is the REIGNING HIGH OCTANE WRESTLING LSD CHAMPION!  HE IS THE GOLD STANDARD…  JOHN!  SEKKKKKKKK-TOR!

The fans let out another roar as Sektor raises the LSD title belt for everyone to see.   

Joe Hoffman: This will be John Sektor’s first match since that grueling 97 minute iron match against Jatt Starr at Rumble at the Rock. 

Bryan McVay: And when the bell rings, Joel Hortega will be the man in charge inside the ring.  

Hortega takes the LSD belt from Sektor and shows it to Zion.  Then he raises the belt in the air and then hands it to McVay.

Joe Hoffman: We are about ready to go.  

Hortega does a quick check of both wrestlers and calls for the bell.

*DING-DING*

Zion and Sektor step forward.  There’s a brief staredown. 

Joe Hoffman: Darin Zion won the LSD title back in June of 2016 at War Games and one of his title defenses was against John Sektor.  Zion defeated Sektor and Jace Parker Davidson in a three-way match two weeks later War Games that unified the ICON and LSD title.  Sektor has been the champion now for 155 days in his one and only LSD title reign having just passed the late Max Kael for the fifth longest LSD title reign.

After a few seconds of deliberation, both men tie up. Sektor gains an advantage and works Zion towards the corner.  Zion grabs the rope and Hortega immediately calls for a break.  

Joe Hoffman: Sektor’s got about 25 pounds on Darin Zion and he used that to his advantage to force him to the ropes.  Zion alertly grabbed the rope and forced the break.  

We start again. Sektor with a waistlock.  Zion switches- Sektor switches right back.  Zion drop toeholds Sektor and takes a headlock!  Sektor slips out.  He wrenches Zion’s arm- Zion rolls out and wrenches Sektor’s arm.  Sektor rolls.  He wrenches the arm- headlock.  Zion slips out.  Sektor shoulder blocks Zion down.  Zion pops up- Irish whip by Sektor.  Zion hurdles Sektor and runs the ropes.  This time Sektor hurdles Zion.  Zion tries a hip toss- Sektor blocks and whips Zion to the ropes. Waistlock by Sektor- Belly to Belly suplex- no.  Zion blocks.  He breaks free and tries to whip Sektor- no- Sektor reverses.  Zion goes a crossbody- Sektor catches him in mid-air- SNAP SUPLEX.  Sektor thinks about a cover but Zion again pops right up.  Sektor drop steps- Zion ducks the Spinning forearm smash and runs the ropes. Running Knee by Zion- Sektor turns away at the last second and Zion misses.  Both men stop and face each other as the crowd rises to their feet. 

Joe Hoffman: Lightning fast start to this match.  Incredible action.

Sektor and Zion circle again.  They meet in the middle.  Sektor spins Zion- waistlock into a Belly to Back Suplex.   Sektor bridges…

UNO

TW- 

Joe Hoffman: Zion rolls out of the pinfall!  

Sektor trips Zion and rolls back to get another cover. 

UNO

TW- Zion gets an arm up. 

Sektor pushes the arm back down. 

UNO

DOS

Joe Hoffman: NO!  Zion’s other arm comes up.   

Sektor pushes that arm down.  Zion rolls him over and he covers. 

UNO

TW- 

Joe Hoffman: Beautiful reversal by Zion and Sektor kicks out of a snap pinfall.  

Zion hops to the second rope and launches himself up and over. 

Joe Hoffman: SUNSET FLIP BY ZION!

UNO

DOS- Sektor kicks out 

Joe Hoffman: The crowd are loving this exchange between John Sektor and Darin Zion as the two reset and catch their breath after another breathless round of back and forth action! 

Zion hits the ropes again.  Sunset Flip- Sektor drops to the mat and arm drags Zion hard to the mat.  Zion up- Sektor again arm drags Zion to the mat.  Zion arm drags Sektor right back.  Both men spring back to their feet.  Zion moves first and throws a couple right hands. Sektor fires a right of his own.  He locks up Zion for a suplex. Zion blocks and pries free.  Zion drives his knee into Sektor’s midsection.  He does it a second time… a third time.  Snap suplex to Sektor and Zion covers. 

UNO.

DOS- Sektor again kicks out. 

Joe Hoffman: Zion is starting to get the better of John Sektor in these fast exchanges. 

Zion goes after Sektor’s arm.  Sektor rolls out of harm’s way and rains down hammer-like fists to Zion. Zion kicks back.  Sektor sweeps his legs out and then drags Zion back up. *SMACK* Zion staggers after the knife-edged chop from Sektor.  He runs forward and right into Zion’s elbow! Zion jumps to the second rope.  Hurricanrana… DDT!  Zion hooks a leg.

UNO

DOS

TR-NOOOO!

Joe Hoffman: John Sektor just kicked out of that one!  

Zion stands Sektor up but gets chopped in return.  Zion with a forearm.  Sektor no-sells and… *SMACK* knife-edged chop to the chest.   Zion spins.  BAN HAMMER- Sektor ducks under and decks Zion with a forearm.   Zion pulls at Sektor’s legs and the LSD champion pitches over to the mat.  Zion drives elbows in and drags Sektor up… 

*SMACK*

Joe Hoffman: ZION WITH A BUZZSAW KICK!

Sektor’s stunned.  Zion spins around for a kick.  But Sektor blocks… *SMACK*

Joe Hoffman: OH!  ENZUGIRI BY ZION

The Leeds crowd pop and rise to their feet again as Sektor falls to the mat.  Zion hooks the legs. 

UNO

DOS

TRE- 

Joe Hoffman: SEKTOR GETS A SHOULDER UP!  SEKTOR GOT HIS SHOULDER UP!…

Running on instincts, Sektor realizes where he’s at and rolls under the ropes to the outside.

Joe Hoffman:  …AND HE’S GOING TO ROLL OUT OF THE RING AND THINK ABOUT THINGS. 

It’s noisy now.  The sound of the crowd fills up the arena.  Sektor paces back and forth on the floor.  

Joe Hoffman: Darin Zion’s on fire right now. He thinks he can win this.  

Quick cut to Meredith at ringside.  She and the children and on their feet and cheering Zion on. 

Joe Hoffman: And so do they!  You wonder if any of Sektor’s outside distractions are affecting his focus.  Sektor’s been embroiled in a big to-do with Missouri Valley Wrestling Bill Dickinson and Sektor’s protégée Adam Ellis.  If Sektor isn’t one hundred percent focused, Zion’s more than capable of relieving him the LSD title belt. 

Sektor returns to the ring.

Joe Hoffman: The break is a brief one and Sektor back in. 

Pride slightly wounded, Sektor sneers at Zion and gets back to it.  They circle again.  Sektor powers Zion back.  This time Zion spins and sends Sektor to a corner.   Sektor hooks the rope with his arm and Referee Joel Hortega calls for a break.  Zion steps back…SMACK!  

Joe Hoffman: OH!  Zion let his guard down for a split second and John Sektor snuck in a sucker punch on the break!  

Sektor raises his hand in a weak and disingenuous attempt to ‘apologize’ for the blatant hit on the break.  Zion checks his jaw and again the two men circle.  Hook up in the middle.  Sektor goes low with a knee to the stomach. Side headlock- Sektor snaps Zion down to the canvas.  He drops an elbow to Zion’s back and smirks as he covers. 

UNO

TW-

Joe Hoffman: Sektor takes a couple of shortcuts for another pinfall but Zion gets the shoulder up.

Sektor jams a knee into Zion’s back and yanks his arms behind him. 

Joe Hoffman: Sektor is slowing down the pace a bit with the motorcycle stretch.  Zion tries to fight out. 

Meredith claps her hands and shouts encouragement to Zion from the front row.  

Joe Hoffman: Zion trying to get back to his feet.

Zion tries to push his way up.  Sektor sweeps the leg out and again tries to reapply the stretch.  Zion resists.  Full Nelson by Sektor.  He lifts Zion up and slams him to the mat.  Sektor leans on Zion and tries to hook an arm. 

Joe Hoffman: Sektor is trying to methodically break Zion down.  

Sektor gets closer to capturing the arm. 

Joe Hoffman: Sektor is trying to lock on the Fujiwara Armbar.  Zion could be in a lot of trouble if he can do it.  

Zion fights back and waves his arm away from Sektor.  He finally wiggles free- throws himself forward and grabs the bottom rope.  Sektor grabs a leg and pulls him right back.  Zion boots Sektor in the knee.  He jumps back to his feet and runs the ropes.  SPINNING FOREARM SMASH!  

Joe Hoffman: Zion ran right into that forearm shot from Sektor.

Stunned, Zion hesitates and just hangs there. Sektor swings in…

Joe Hoffman: Swinging neckbreaker by the Gold Standard.  Cover!

UNO

DOS

TR- CUE CROWD POP!

Joe Hoffman: ZION KICKS OUT!  

Zion crawls to a corner.  Sektor smirks and stalks him.  He pulls Zion to his feet and whips him corner to corner hard!  Again, Sektor drags Zion up and heaves him corner to corner again and just as hard.  Zion collides with the turnbuckle and melts in the corner.  

Methodically, Sektor walks towards him and soaks up the heat from the crowd.  

Joe Hoffman: That one mistake by Zion has totally changed the complexion of this match.  

Again, Zion is dragged to his feet and chucked from corner to corner again.  

Meredith leaps to her feet and tries to get the crowd to fire up for Zion.  Sektor scoops up Zion for a POWERSLAM! Cover.  

UNO

DOS

T-NO!

Joe Hoffman: AGAIN, DARIN ZION KICKS OUT IN THE NICK OF TIME. 

Sektor pulls Zion up.  GERMAN SUPLEX! 

Joe Hoffman: And now, Sektor’s opening up the arsenal on Darin Zion.  

Again, Sektor brings Zion back to his feet… NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX!  Sektor bridges.

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DOS

TRE-NOOOOOOO!

Joe Hoffman: ZION KICKED OUT OF THAT!  

Sektor traps Zion’s arms.  He lifts Zion up and falls back sending Zion up and over across the ring. 

Joe Hoffman: STRAIGHT JACKET SUPLEX BY SEKTOR!  

Sektor pauses.  Zion can’t get to his feet.  Sektor pulls Zion up and bends him forward, placing Zion’s head between his legs and hooks each of the arms behind Zion’s back. Sektor pulls him up- Zion’s held upside-down facing in the same direction as the wrestler- Sektor falls to a kneeling position and plants Zion face-first to the mat.

Joe Hoffman: C-SEKTION!  C-SEKTION!  

Zion’s splayed-out face down on the mat.  

Joe Hoffman: Zion’s out!  All Sektor has to do is roll him over and make the pin…

The crowd suddenly becomes agitated.  

Joe Hoffman: WAIT A MINUTE.  WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?

A large man has come out of the crowd and rolls under the ropes into the ring.  

Joe Hoffman: A FAN HAS JUST JUMPED OUT OF THE CROWD?

The intruder barrels forward.  Sektor sees him and throws a right hand but the intruder ducks under and tackles Sektor.  

Joe Hoffman: HE JUST TOOK JOHN SEKTOR DOWN!  

Referee Joel Hortega immediately calls for the bell.  He turns to the back and frantically waves for help. 

*DING-DING-DING*

Joe Hoffman: WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?  

The EPU stream from the back towards the ring.

We finally get a good look at the intruder as both men get back to their feet.

Joe Hoffman: WAIT A MINUTE! THAT’S ‘REDNECK’ BILL DICKINSON FROM MISSOURI VALLEY WRESTLING!

Sektor’s eyes flash with anger at the sight of the 330 Pound Southern Brawler.  He launches himself forward and drives his head into Dickinson’s ample belly taking the big man down to the mat. 

*DING-DING-DING-DING-DING-DING-DING*

Rolling around in the ring now.  There’s a flurry of arms whip-sawing back and forth all over the place as both men try to connect with wild punches.  The EPU dive in there as well and there’s just a plethora of moving parts trying to restore order.

Joe Hoffman: THE EPU’S IN THE RING AND THEY’RE TRYING TO SEPARATE THE TWO MEN! 

In the maelstrom in the ring, Sektor and Dickinson continue to roll around trying to inflict bodily harm on the other- the EPU start piling on top of both men- and the crowd is going nuts at what’s going on.

 *DING-DING-DING-DING-DING-DING-DING* 

Joe Hoffman: ALL HELL HAS BROKEN LOOSE AND THE EPU CAN’T GET THESE TWO MEN APART!

Underneath the pile of EPU, Sektor and Dickinson continue to pound the hell out of each other- and a few unlucky EPU.  

More EPU race down to ringside. 

*DING-DING-DING-DING-DING-DING-DING

Joe Hoffman: THEY’RE BRINGING OUT THE ENTIRE EPU AND THEY STILL CAN’T GET THESE TWO MEN APART! 

Meanwhile at ringside, Joel Hortega tells ring announcer Bryan McVay the result of the match and we see Meredith helping Darin Zion at ringside.

Bryan McVay: Your winner via disqualification at sixteen minutes and fifty-seven seconds… AND STILL HIGH OCTANE WRESTLING LSD CHAMPION!  JOHN SEKTOR!  

Joe Hoffman: Sektor wins the match but that’s not the story right now.    

One EPU group has finally managed to pull Dickinson away from Sektor.  Another EPU group pushes Sektor to the other side of the ring. 

Joe Hoffman: I think we’re finally restoring some order here… 

But Sektor breaks free and rushes across the ring.  

Joe Hoffman: …HERE WE GO AGAIN!

Sektor drives a heavy forearm into Dickinson’s face.  Dickinson shakes off the EPU that’s holding him back and fires a right hand that connects to Sektor.  Sektor tackles him.  Both roll again and fall out of the ring and land on the floor.  

Joe Hoffman: IT MAY TAKE EVERY ONE IN THE ARENA TO GET THESE TWO APART!  

Sektor stomps at Dickinson.  Dickinson grabs the leg and takes Sektor down.   He tries to leap on Sektor but several EPU pull him back and the others desperately try to get in between the two. 

Joe Hoffman: NEXT WEEK.  WE ARE IN MANCHESTER, ENGLAND FOR THE LETHAL LOTTERY!  WE WILL SEE YOU THEN!  

The last shot of the show is the huge scrum of people at ringside trying to restore order.