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We open Refueled with a small video package from Rumble at the Rock 9 and we see Dan Ryan half catching Lindsay Troy after she dropped from the guard tower and the two retaining The Industry’s Tag Team Titles.  Cutting next we see an eyepatch-less and bloody Max Kael leaping off the shipping container in the Alcatraz Prison Yard and onto the carnage of razor wire, a ladder and the bodies of MJ Flair and High Flyer to win himself the HOW LSD Title.

Next we see Mike Best blasting Christopher America over and over with a bag that we later found out contained the HOW HOFC Title before he pins America.  Then to close things out we see Farthington locking in the Article 50 submission on Halitosis as Boettcher is forced to call for the bell as the video transitions to the trio of Mike Best with the HOW HOFC Title, Max Kael with the HOW LSD Title and Cecilworth Farthington with both the HOW ICON and World Titles.

We cut to inside the SAP Center in San Jose, California to a near sellout crowd as flames erupt from the stage as the camera starts to pan around the roaring crowd.

I Took LSD To Time Travel Here

#LittleRocketMax

Troy Is My Icon

The Crucifixion Artist

I Came To See The 3rd Coming

Farty Two Belts

Cutting to ringside we see Joe Hoffman and Benny Newell back at their traditional places ringside as Benny is already taking a long swig from his official HOW flask.

Joe Hoffman: Welcome to Friday Night Refueled!  I’m Joe Hoffman and I’m joined by Benny Newell.

Benny Newell: We’re back on Re-Fucking-Fueled!!  Where we see the in ring return of Mike Best after he decimated America at Alcatraz.

Joe Hoffman: Lots went down at Rumble at the Rock 9 two weeks ago as we saw in the opening video and tonight we bring you a new chapter with two titles, the LSD and ICON being defended, a number one contenders match for the LSD…

Benny Newell: And Mike Best murdering Noah Hanson in that ring tonight while he defends his HOFC TItle.

Joe Hoffman: Which as noted is not a sanctioned title in HOW.

Benny Newell: Hashtag that shit up people.  #HOFCinHOW.

Joe Hoffman: Weren’t you cursing him up and down at Rumble at the Rock?

Benny Newell: That was a long time ago Joe… and now that  

Joe Hoffman: Oks… Well we are also going to see a match that was pulled from Rumble at the Rock, the crucifixion match between Scott Stevens and….

OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH, DRINK, DRANK, DRUNK

“Hellyeah’s “Drink, Drank, Drunk” plays as we hear a good chunk of boos for The Hardcore Artist… but instead of walking out on the stage we see the HOV light up with Scottywood sitting on a steel chair at the chapel on Alctraz.  He takes a drink from his beer as the music fades out and you know he can feel the boos in the arena as he just smiles.

Scottywood: Welcome to Refueled… or as it will later be temporarily known as… Rumble at the Rock 9 again.  Where I will bring The Scorpion back to HOW… and crucify him to that very cross behind me. I’ve had two weeks to rest, to plan, to plot what I am gonna do to Stevens in just under a hour.  All while he has been rotting in solitary confinement. Thought it was just gonna be a short stay, huh Stevens? Dumbass.

Taking another drink of his beer he just shakes his head.

Scottywood: But that is later tonight… right now we are about to see Mike Best make his return to that ring as he defends his unsanctioned HOFC title against Noah Hanson in a fight that has been brewing for a decade now.  So with that heavy history… and the emotion both poured into promoting this match… me and Mike have come together to an agreement. With our 51 percent we are declaring that this match will be contested in true HOFC fashion with no disqualifications. Now I asked Mike to try and not kill anyone in this HOFC match… as I don’t wanna deal with the paperwork… but that title has a history that must be lived up to.  As a former champion, it is something me and Mike can agree on. So good luck Noah… cause while me and Mike agree on the brutality this match deserves… we might just differ on what the outcome is we want.

Finishing his beer, Scotty tosses it towards the cross which it hits and shatters on as the HOV flashes a $97Red anarchy symbol and cuts back to Joe and Benny at ringside.

 



Joe Hoffman: Scottywood may be over at Alcatraz tonight… but that hasn’t stopped Scott Woodson from putting a Hardcore twist on tonight’s show.

Benny Newell: Calling it right now Joe… Mike Best murders Noah Hanson just like he did in the last HOFC match against Ch….

KILLING IN THE NAME OF!

Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses

Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses

Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses

Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses

Ugh!

KILLING IN THE NAME OF!

KILLING IN THE NAME OF!

Rage Against The Machine blasts across the arena as we see Noah Hanson make his way out onto the stage with little reaction to the fans as he know the fight ahead of him and he is focused and ready for whatever Mike Best has to throw at him.

Bryan McVay: The following match is a no disqualification match and is for the Unsanctioned HOFC Title.  Now making his way to the ring representing The Order… weighing in at 234 pounds… NOAH HANSON!!!!!

Benny Newell: Dead man walking Joe!

Joe Hoffman: Something Noah seems to not be worried about tonight Benny.  He’s ready to fight Mike Best and give him everything that he has.

Benny Newell: Exactly… which is far from enough to keep him breathing after this match.

“Personal Yeezus” by Depeche Mode ft. Kayne West hits as we see the eight time World Champion, Hall of Famer makes his way out onto the stage.  Wearing his selfie-jacket over his SON of GOD – Third Coming shirt we see Mike Best make his way down to the ring with his blood soaked HOFC title.

Bryan McVay: And his opponent, the slayer of Christopher America at Rumble at the Rock 9, he is a HOW Hall of Famer, The SON of GOD, the unsanctioned HOFC champion…. MICHAEL “CHRISTPLOW” BEST!!!!

Hanson wastes no time as he doesn’t even let Mike get into the ring before attacking him at the bottom of the rampway as Rick Stevens calls for the bell to start this match.

Joe Hoffman: No disqualifications means these men can not be counted out, they don’t have to break any holds and anything goes… the only thing they must do is pin or submit their opponent in that ring.

Benny Newell: Or murder Joe… or murder!

Hanson gets the upper hand with a couple quick shots as he pulls Mike’s selfie jacket over his head and starts punching multiple Mike Best photos in the face before ripping the jacket off of him and stomping it out on the ground.

Benny Newell: Does he have any idea how much that jacket costs!?!

But stomping the jacket allows Mike to remove his HOFC title from his waist and wields it off the side of Hanson’s head, transferring some of America’s dried blood onto the head of Hanson as he drops to the mat. He lays a couple boots into the side of Noah’s head before he pulls him to his feet and whips him into the ring steps.  With them dislodged, Mike throws Noah into the ring and then launches the top half of the stair in after him, nearly crushing Noah’s head.

Benny Newell: Missed it by that much!

Mike rolls back into a HOW for the first time as a wrestler in a long, long time as he smiles before picking up the steel steps as Noah slowly pulls himself back to his feet.

CLANG!!!!

The sound of steel on skull can be heard as the crow gasps as Mike Best falls back to the mat, dropping the steel steps after a Noah drop kick backfires the steps into Mike’s head.  Hanson rolls back out of the ring as he starts tossing weapons from under it… into it. A kendo stick, a steel chair, a…

Joe Hoffman: Noah Hanson has a shovel!

As Noah is about to re enter the ring he sees the HOFC title laying on the ground and tosses that into the ring as he enters and stalks Mike Best as he uses the ropes to pull himself back up to his feet.  With a full windup swing Noah drills Mike across the back to the shovel as you can hear Mike’s spine crackle.

Joe Hoffman: Could we see Noah Hanson bury Mike Best in his first weekly match back in HOW?

Benny Newell: Fuck you Joe!  Don’t you speaketh such blasphemy about our ChristPlow!

Mike falls back to the mat as we see Noah lift the shovel up as he wants to jam it blade first into the back of Mike’s neck.  A sick look overcomes Noah’s face as he plummets the shovel down to Mike’s neck.

Benny Newell: Mike!!!!

Joe Hoffman: Mike escapes!!!

Just in the nick of time, Mike is able to roll away, as if pulled by the hand of GOD as Noah drives the shovel into the ring mat, actually puncturing the canvas…

Joe Hoffman: Noah Hanson nearly decapitated Mike Best with that shovel!

Mike quickly grabs the kendo stick in the ring and starts firing shots at Hanson who tries to unwedge the shovel from the canvas to protect himself, but fails as Mike welts the body of Hanson up with the repeated shots, finishing it off with nearly breaking it over his skull.  Discarding the stick. Noah crumples to the ground, blood starting to run down his face as Mike goes for the first cover of the match.

ONE…………

 

TWO………………

 

TH……

 

Hanson kicks out as Mike grabs the steel chair next to him before he stands up and goes to slam it across the chest of Hanson, but he gets a leg up and boots the chair back into Mike’s face.  Stumbling backwards, Mike trips over the steel steps still in the ring and goes down. Hanson pulls himself up to his feet as he now grabs the steel chair and stalks Mike

Joe Hoffman: Again one of Mike’s attacks backfire as Hanson with a big counter and a possible opening.

Benny Newell: Looks like Hanson is about to cash in on years of shit Mike has given him…

Mike has rolled over onto his stomach as he tries to grab the ropes to help himself up but Noah gets to him before he can as he jabs the chair in Mike’s arm and then proceed to berate the spine of Mike Best…

CRACK!!!

 

CRACK!!!

 

CRACK!!!

 

CRACK!!!

 

CRACK!!!

 

CRACK!!!

 

CRACK!!!

 

CRACK!!!

The chair is mangling across the back of Mike Best as Rick Stevens can only watch on in horror as Noah Hanson’s relentless attack continues on.

Joe Hoffman: Noah Hanson has lost it on Mike Best!

CRACK!!!

 

CRACK!!!

 

CRACK!!!

The chair finally breaks apart as Hanson discards it without care of where it lands as he shoots the half on Mike and starts raining punches on Mike face before he drives his knee into the throat of Mike that he may or may not know is a pin attempt.

ONE…….

 

TWO……….

 

THREE………………

 

Joe Hoffman: Unbelievable!

Benny Newell: Mike somehow kicks out just before Rick drops the three! 

 

Hanson just lays a couple more punches on Mike who has seemingly used everything he has left to just kick out.  Noah grabs Mike and pulls him over to the steel steps as he places him on top of them and signals for the top rope.

Joe Hoffman: Could he be looking for that top rope elbow… onto the steel steps!?!

Benny Newell: Probably fucking so Joe.

Noah climbs the turnbuckle to the roar of the crowd as they could see the end of Mike’s HOFC reign before it even starts.  He points up to the sky before leaping off for the big elbow, aiming straight for where Mike would have a heart if he thought he had one.

Benny Newell: Another Miss!

Joe Hoffman: Again Mike avoids certain tragedy as Hanson’s body slams into that unforgiving steel!  

Mike shakes the proverbial cobwebs away as he grabs his HOFC Title while pulling himself back up to his feet.  He drapes the HOFC Title across the top turnbuckle and secures it in place with the snaps.

Benny Newell: Proudly displaying his totally legit title belt for all the HOW fans to see.

Joe Hoffman: You literally just said last week that Lee would never stand for…

Benny Newell: DRINK Joe… Drink for the soon death of Noah Hanson.

Mike grabs Noah and pulls him to his feet as he whips him into the corner where the HOFC Title is as Hanson barely makes it before collapsing into the corner, his head resting against the title as his arms cling onto the ropes.

Joe Hoffman: Hanson in so much pain as his ribs and hip took so much of that landing on the steel steps.

Mike smiles as he hits his knee as he runs towards Hanson and leaps up to drive his knee into the temple of Hanson, sandwiching it into the HOFC Title.

Joe Hoffman: Running knee by Mike Best into that HOFC Title!

Benny Newell: Lights fucking out Hanson!

Hanson collapses in the corner as Mike pulls him out of the corner asn hooks the leg as Stevens makes the academic count.

 

ONE………………

 

TWO…………………….

 

THRE………………………………

 

Joe Hoffman: Hanson with the shoulder up,,,,

Benny Newell: Too Late!!! He’s too fucking late!

DING DING DING

Bryan McVay: The winner of this match and still the unsanctioned HOFC Champion… MIKE BEST!!!!!

Mike rolls out of the ring as Stevens removes the HOFC Title from the corner and brings it over to him as Mike raises it above his head as he keeps an eye on Hanson who may not know where he is… but Mike is stunned something in him got him to kick out even close to that three count.

Joe Hoffman: We didn’t think this would be a pretty match… and these two men put on a hell of a brawl.  Carnage inside that ring in just our opening match.

Benny Newell: And it’s just the start as we have a crucifixion, another no DQ match later for the LSD Title and our ICON Title main event.

Personal Yeezus plays as Mike walks backwards up the ramp trying to hold his back which is still bright red from the countless chair shots he took from Hanson as we cut away to backstage.

 

High Octane Radio returns tomorrow night with Lee Best and Scott Woodson

ICONIC Congratulations…

Cecilworth J. Farthington. ICON Champion. HOW World Champion. Purveyor of gourmet foods, purchased wherever fine foods are sold, stands in a dressing room, in a building and town you’ve already had described earlier in the show. Both championship belts have a place of honor on a small stand behind him, dramatically set up as a shrine to both. A small candle with Farthington’s face adorning the glass is set in front of each, illuminating the scene.

Farthington turns to look at it, inhales deeply, then is interrupted by a rather large hand tapping him on the shoulder.

He freezes, opens one eye, and sees Dan Ryan standing there, staring down at him. Farthington slowly, purposefully turns and backs up a few paces, just to give some breathing room.

Cecilworth Farthington: This is a beautiful boy zone and you sir are nothing of the sort!

Dan Ryan: True – the boy part especially…

Cecilworth Farthington: It’s also a no Stay Puft Marshmallow Man, Melted Terminator zone. The signs are all over the door.

A wider camera shot shows an opened door which does, indeed have cut out photos of the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man and a melted Terminator with the big “O with line through” on each one, all over the door.

Dan Ryan: Yeah, I mean, I saw the stickers. It doesn’t work at home and it’s not gonna work here either. I just had a few things to say and I thought it best that I come right to you and say it, before any other unpleasantness takes place.

Cecilworth Farthington: More unpleasant than you being in my dressing room?

Ryan thinks for a second.

Dan Ryan: Yes. Now, about Rumble at the Rock. I just want to say, congratulations.

Ryan seems sincere. He’s acting sincere. Who can tell?

Dan Ryan:  You won fair and square. I like a good trainwreck stipulation, and I’ve won my fair share, so no sour grapes from me. I wanted to tell you right away after the match how much you deserved such a hard fought win, but unfortunately your buddies showed up, and it didn’t seem like the right time.

Ryan’s expression hardens just a tad, but not much.

Cecilworth Farthington: It is important to party with friends to demonstrate the enduring power and connection we hold. Couldn’t help but notice your buddies were nowhere to be found. Too hurt from their matches earlier in the night, or did they just not care?

Dan Ryan: (stoically) I have received several momentos from them that suggest caring.

Cecilworth Farthington: Just not enough to keep you from getting your face bashed in?

Dan Ryan: (feeling around on his face) Weird, my face is surprisingly unbashed. 

Cecilworth Farthington: Look, I don’t have time to keep track on which face I did and did not cave in to the point of technical murder, I’m a busy guy.

Ryan attempts to not explore that statement any further and move on.

Dan Ryan: Hey what about you and Dirk? I couldn’t help but notice it was a lot less shrill and smarmy in here tonight. Where’s he, out back cutting the brakes to your car?

Farthington grunts, stepping in closer.

Cecilworth Farthington: I don’t know who that is or why someone would have the audacity to mention such a made up figure but it sounds like a request for a punch facial to me.

Ryan seems sad, not really, but sad.

Dan Ryan: Yes, I know, but if you punch me in my face, then I have to punch you in your  face, then things get broken, glass breaks, the wax from your candles gets everywhere… it sounds like a big mess for the janitorial staff. I’d rather not cause them any more grief than they’re already gonna have. I’m sure Scotty and Scott are gonna break…. something… later.

Cecilworth Farthington: (scrunching his face up) I don’t care about inconveniencing some poor janitor person, if anything we’d be making sure they earned their disgusting little amount of money.

Farthington’s fists clench at his sides. Ryan holds his hands up and backs away.

Dan Ryan: Okay, okay, didn’t mean to hit a nerve. I’ll go. But before I do, I just want to say, there’s no reason for this to get personal. You’ve obviously staked your claim as the best in the world. I respect that. I just have to take it from you. (Ryan shrugs.) I just have to.

Farthington sneers at him as he backs away.

Dan Ryan: See ya, Farthy.

Ryan gives a little wink and point, and leaves.

Farthington almost lets out a guttural growl as he turns back to the table, takes in a long deep breath, and leans forward, letting the flicker of candlelight reflect the golden light off his face.

Cecilworth Farthington: No reason for this to get personal….

“Friends” Don’t Let “Friends” Win LSD Title Shots…

We cut backstage to find Brian Bare and Brian Hollywood ready for an interview segment.  Hollywood keeps turning his head over his shoulder, looking behind him nervously as he’s preparing for his match with Darin Zion.  Hollywood comes wearing his ring gear with his typical red suit coat on him. Bare straightens up his tie, and kicks off the interview.

Brian Bare:  I’m standing backstage with Brian Hollywood.  He’s preparing to step into the ring with the monster he helped create over these past few weeks:  Darin Zion for a shot at the LSD Championship. Both men have lacked singles gold since stepping foot back into HOW and…

Brian Hollywood yanks the microphone out from Brian Bare’s hands and rolls his eyes.  His pent up anger and worry line his eyes while his cocky yet confident smile beams across his face.  Gone is the usual confident laughter and confident poise he once holds, but instead disgust covers his poster as he speaks.

Brian Hollywood:  How dare you insult me, Bare!  How dare you! After I gave you relevancy by requesting your presence in our interviews.  I built your career back up here in HOW. I gave you a platform to show your skill and you insult me and Zion.  The nerve of you!

Bare shoots Hollywood a hateful look.

Brian Hollywood:  I deserve this championship match after I founded the Order, after we established dominance, after Lee Best forget to put his most loyal roster member on his team.  I’ve held the HOW LSD Championship more than Brenton Cross held it. I’ve held it more than my greatest creation and best friend Darin Zion has. It’s my right to get the championship opportunities I deserve.

Brian Hollywood hands the microphone back to Bare distastefully.  Bare flies back a few inches before brushing off his suit and moving forward with the interview.

Brian Bare: Fair enough, but you’re facing your best friend, a man who has become completely unhinged over the last few weeks.  You accidentally cost him the HOW Tag Team Championship. You both lost at Rumble at the Rock. Clearly Zion’s got some animosity towards you especially with you two having a past.

Brian Hollywood:  While it’s true, Mr. Zion and I haven’t spoken since our Rumble at the Rock loss, I can assure you Mr. Zion is loyal to the Order.  Little secret for everyone at home: Zion approached me first out of everyone in the Order. Our friendship is golden and stronger than ever, contrary to what the SYSTEM would tell you.  I’ve molded Darin Zion into an unstoppable beast. I’m a former HOW World Champion that has a proven track record. I brought focus to Zion. He’s a machine now…

Brian Bare:  Buuuuut……

Hollywood nods and smirks at Bare.  He caught Hollywood. Hollywood adjusts his suit jack and flashes that cocky smile of his while stroking his beard.  He pounds his fists together before he continues his thought.

Brian Hollywood:  I haven’t taught Zion all my tricks.  It’s true Zion’s one of my greatest rivals in my career and we’ve feuded a long time through multiple different promotions; we know each other inside and out.  But like you said, I haven’t taught him to have that killer instinct. I haven’t taught him fully how to kill the past. I lack heart, I lack compassion, I stand in that ring and fight for survival night in and night out.  I flip that switch no matter in my opponent were my worst enemy or like tonight, my best friend. I turn off my emotions. I haven’t allowed Zion to turn off his yet.

Brian Bare:  It makes him an unstoppable monster…

Brian Hollywood:  In most areas, yes.  However, he’s a compassionate being down to his core.  He loves gold, but he cherishes our friendship more. He lacks leadership skills and control that I possess.  It makes me a dangerous threat. And I worry about what tonight’s match will do to his psyche. I’ve made him a beast throughout.  I haven’t had a chance to tell him sorry for the last few weeks, for undervaluing our friendship, and most importantly that when he loses tonight; it’s nothing personal.  It’s simply business. I got to do the important thing. I got to bring gold back to the Order. It comes at my hands. I don’t choke. I fight hard, I outsmart Zion because I strategize.  It’s unfortunately been proven time in and time out when I fought Zion back and forth in HOW before it closed down. I hate to tell him that truth. I can’t allow him to break out of whatever fantasy world he lives in because…well…it would break him.  I wish I could tell Zion myself to his face the cold hard facts, that tonight it’s a friendly competition, but….I haven’t seen him.

Brian Bare immediately steps out from behind the camera in terror.  Hollywood confidently closes his eyes as he holds his arms up and motions towards his waist finishing his thoughts.

Brian Hollywood:  But I’ll shake his hand, raise his hand out of the kindness of my heart.  Tonight’s match will be a friendly competition. We will celebrate no matter who wins.  And after I win; we will celebrate with a little bit of the bubbly as we go out on the town knowing the LSD Championship around my waist.  We will celebrate how hard he fought. How he took a former HOW World Champion to their limits. We will tear down this roof like we did when we closed out the last Chaos for all the gold. We will fight valiantly. The best match in HOW history. He won’t have any reason to remain sad after tonight. Hell, Bare, you can tell him that if you see him. He’s a great friend. I have to prepare for my match, but I am sure he will run into you as he storms to the ring.

Brian Bare:  Why don’t you tell him that?

Brian Bare points behind Hollywood.  Hollywood slowly and begrudgingly turns around to find Darin Zion standing right behind him shortly after he finished his promo.  Hollywood’s uncertainty of Zion’s emotions shows across his face. Hollywood gulps as Zion grabs Hollywood by his suit jacket coat and yanks him off screen as we fade into the next match.

HOW LSD Title Match
Max Kael(c) vs. High Flyer

HOW World & ICON Title Match
Cecilworth Farthington(c)(c) vs. Dan Ryan

 

“Perfect Insanity” by Disturbed blares over the PA. Hollywood gets pushed out of the backstage area as he turns around and looks behind him rather perplexed at the events from earlier.. Hollywood is sporting black pants with his red suit coat. His black boots all shined up as walks down the ramp completely ignoring the fans. Hollywood is more buffed up than before as he enters the ring. Hollywood stands there for a moment as he looks out at the crowd with a disgusted yet dreadful look on his face. Hollywood, as he is pumped up and ready to go, Hollywood throws up a middle finger at the fans chanting for Zion to rip his head off and end the Order.  He definitely screams “FUCK YOU HE’S MY BEST FRIEND.” Without any pause in between, Hollywood’s theme song cuts off while Zion’s new theme song “Finish Line” by Skillet begins blaring on the PA System. You’ve never seen a more determined look coming across Zion’s face as he walks past all the fans trying to chant “ZION’S GONNA KILL YOU” towards Hollywood.

Joe Hoffman:  I have never in my entire life seen that look in Zion’s eyes.  The anger and disappointment continues to grow in his situation with the Order.

Benny Newell:  God I’m going to have to snort my Jack Daniels to get the stench of Zion out of my nostrils.  He hasn’t showered in a long time and God damn I can smell him from here. Shit, I don’t know what in God’s green earth I’m going to have to drink to forget this shitty stench.

Joe Hoffman:  The man’s lost more than he’s won in recent memory.  You haven’t seen this feeling out of Zion. He’s one of HOW’s toughest competitors.

Benny Newell:  Actions smell louder than his silence ever could speak, Joe. 

Zion jumps up onto the apron and storms into the ring with Hollywood.  Matt Boetcher steps away from both competitors knowing their history. Hollywood takes a deep breath in and does something rather uncharacteristic of himself:  he extends his hand out towards Zion. Zion stands in the middle of the ring taking in deep breathes staring a great big hole into Hollywood’s soul. The crowd immediately chants at the top of their lungs:

“Fuck him up!  Fuck him up! Fuck him up!  Fuck him up!”

Joe Hoffman:  Our rabid fans want to see these two implode once again.  They remember their storied rivalry.

Benny Newell:  I drank to forget the first round of this shit.  It was crazy.

Joe Hoffman:  They fought to the ends of the earth for the HOW World Championship in all of it’s #97Red glory.  Imagine what they’re going to do to get a shot at Max Kael’s LSD Championship, unless Brenton Cross dethrones him tonight.  If that division has any indication of where these two best friends who’ve been enemies’ feud could go after tonight…

Benny Newell:  We’re going to have one helluva kegger at their funerals next week…they will kill each other for a shot at a pile of dog shit.  They’ll obliterate the world for a shot at the HOW LSD Championship.

Zion burns a hole into Hollywood’s soul still before shaking hands and hugging his best friend at the disgust of the crowd.  They boo both Hollywood and Zion as this will be a friendly competition, but the history still shows in this friendly competition between friends.  Right as Hollywood and Zion hug, Matt Boetcher rings the bell and Brian Hollywood almost like a fish out of water lands a belly to belly suplex on Zion on queue as if the bell triggered him.  Brian Hollywood mouths “I’m sorry” at Zion as he begins to mount offense to his best friend. He irish whips Zion into the turnbuckle and bashes his head into the turnbuckle 9 times before Boetcher breaks it up at the disgust of the crowd.

Benny Newell:  Now there’s the Brian Hollywood we all love.  He’s such a stand up competitor. I think I’ll have a drink in his honor.

Hollywood charges at the turnbuckle and lands a drop kick to Zion’s face hard.  Zion’s dazed and confused as Hollywood begins to sign the papers.

Joe Hoffman:  It’s over already?  God damn, Hollywood’s showing no mercy to Zion.

Benny Newell:  He warned the fucker!

*THUD*

*THUD*

*THUD*

Benny Newell:  EXECUTIVE PROOOOOOMIIIIIIISEEEEEEE………..

Joe Hoffman:  NO FUCKING WAY!!!!!

Zion grabs Hollywood’s by his foot, mounts him immediately to the Devistation Kick and plants the kick straight to Hollywood’s temple hard.  Hollywood’s out cold! Zion doesn’t hesitate to make the cover as Boetcher counts the pinfall.

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

THREE!!!!

 

 

You hear Benny Newell spit his drink out over commentary as “Finish Line” by Skillet plays over the PA System.

Bryan McVay: Here is your winner….and the NEEEEEW Number 1 Contender to the LSD Championship………DAAAAAAAAAAARIN ZIIIIIIIION!!!!!

Benny Newell:  Holy shit!  Holy shit!

Joe Hoffman:  I’m going to have to steal your drinks to celebrate this one, Benny.

Benny Newell:  Don’t you dare touch ANY of my alcohol, Joe.  We’re friends, but Jack deserves to be used on special occasions only.

Joe Hoffman:  This is the first singles win Darin Zion picked up over Brian Hollywood in one on one action.  I’d say Zion would probably want to break sobriety and celebrate this shit. He did this in decisive fashion too.  He’s played that scene in his head over and over again since HOW closed to finally pick up that win.

Benny Newell:  He didn’t win the Super Bowl, Joe, calm the hell down.  Jose might wake up…

Joe Hoffman:  Drinking Cuervo to forget this moment, eh?

Benny Newell:  Yup!

Darin Zion celebrates his first victory over Hollywood by standing on the turnbuckle and surveying the fans.  Boettcher wakes Hollywood up, but Zion comes over and picks Hollywood up and lifts his hand up as a sign of respect as the crowd boos him.  While dazed and confused, Hollywood smiles proudly over at Zion at his decisive victory. Hollywood shakes his hand as both men have a mutual respect.  While Hollywood’s heart sinks into his chest, he still knows Zion earned this victory. As Zion carries his mentor down the ramp, both men flip off the crowd who show complete hatred for both men as their friendship didn’t implode over the result of one match this time.  The scene fades to black as The Order celebrates that Darin Zion will challenge the winner of tonight’s LSD Championship.

 

Best Inventory…

We cut backstage where we see a nameplate on a door that reads “Lee Best” as reporter Blaire Moise knocks on the door.

Blaire Moise: Blaire Moise here backstage and I am trying to get a word with HOW Owner Lee Best who is said to be here tonight running the show while Scottywood is back at Alcatraz ready to fight Scott Stevens in mere minutes.

The door to Lee’s office opens and it is indeed a Best, but Mike Best holding his HOFC Title and looking puzzled.

Mike Best: What?

Blaire Moise: I was wondering if I could have a word with Lee Best?  It’s been something like two months since anyone has seen him on TV and…

Mike Best: And what Blaire?  People are talking about how absent he has been?  Wondering if he is even here at all tonight?

Blaire Moise: Well…

Mike Best: Listen Blaire… my father has been working his ass off behind the scenes.  You think it’s easy and simple to sell 49% of a global company like HOW?  Banks want details… all the fucking details ironed out.  The man has had to inventory everything the company owns so Scott Woodson knows exactly what he control over.  Meanwhile booking matches and managing the team who got the HOW website back up after who the fuck knows hacked it.  So no Blaire… you can’t have a word with my father to appease yourself and all the asshole talking shit behind his back.  When he needs to show his face on HOTv… he will… and you’ll all wish he was back stuck doing inventory.

Mike Best slams the door in Blaire’s face as the reporter just nods her head as we cut to commercial.

Now 49% owned by Scottywood… what new archives will HOTv see debut in the coming weeks?

 

 

Joe Hoffman: Welcome back folks as we’re now ready to head back over to Alcatraz Island and the chapel for the crucifixion match between Scott Stevens and Scottywood.

Benny Newell: That’s if this match actually happens…

Joe Hoffman: Yes, it was thought maybe it wouldn’t happen, as the match was pulled from Rumble at the Rock 9 at the last moment.  But that was due to Mike & Lee Best deciding they needed someone not a bloody mess to run the show two weeks ago in Lee’s absence.

Benny Newell: I honestly still can’t believe Mike Best sold his 49% to Scottywood… That he actually owns part of HOW…

Joe Hoffman: It’s the new reality of HOW Benny… and 

Have you heard about the Lonesome Loser?
Beaten by the Queen of Hearts every time.
Have you heard about the Lonesome Loser?
He’s a loser but he still keeps on trying.

Scottywood is seen sitting on a steel chair in the chapel, singing along to the song that plays from his phone as he reaches for another beer in his cooler while he waits for Scott Stevens.

Joe Hoffman: Looks like the former owner of Alcatraz is celebrating early or he’s mighty thirsty.

Benny Newell: He’s fucking Scottywood Hoffhole! When does he need a fucking reason to drink?!?! Just god forbid he doesn’t start rapping in a red hat.

As soon as Scotty cracks open his beer the chapel doors violently swings open and two EPU guards drag a beaten and bloody, Scott Stevens, into the building.

Joe Hoffman: Ladies and gentlemen, Scott Stevens has been locked away in solitary confinement since the press conference two weeks ago and as he can see by his tattered clothing and bloody and bruised body he’s been at odds with the EPU

Benny Newell: Suck him off some more why don’t you Hoffman. You forget he voluntarily put himself in solitary.

Scotty just chuckles at the sight of Stevens as he downs his beer before tossing it behind him and a large KLANG is heard as the beer bottle hits the floor. Stevens goes to raise himself to all fours but one of the EPU guards kicks the Texan’s arm out from under him causing Scott to face plant into the concrete.

Scottywood: That’s enough.

Scotty says as the EPU guards look confused.

Scottywood: You can go now.

Scotty says to the EPU as he points towards the door and the two men do what their boss tells them.

Benny Newell: This may be over before it begins Hoffman. DRINK!

Scotty rises from his chair and picks up his trademark hockey stick with barbed wire wrapped around it and slowly walks to his opponent shaking his head.

Scottywood: I was hoping for The Scorpion.

Scottywood says as he uses the blade of the stick to lift Scott’s face up to see his eyes.

Scottywood: Instead I got you.

Scotty says with a sigh.

Scottywood: But a win is a win.

He says to himself as he slowly raises the hockey stick to deliver the dreaded high stick, but before he smashes Stevens’ brains in the Texan goes low.

Benny Newell: WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!?!? PENALTY!

As Scotty holds his nuts in pain Stevens like an animal that has been beaten, starved, and neglected for two weeks unleashes a flurry of right hands as he pounces on The Hardcore Artist. Stevens continues his savage assault by trying to bury his thumbs into Scottywood’s eyes and the 49% Owner of HOW does his best to fend of the rabid attack. Stevens realizing he’s not going to blind Scotty quickly grabs him by the dreadlocks and viciously and repeatedly bashes the Hardcore Artist’s head off of the unforgiving concrete floor.

Benny Newell: Look at that man’s eyes Hoffman, he’s going to murder someone!

Joe Hoffman: How would you be if you were locked inside a cell for two weeks and beaten and starved?

Stevens lets out a primal scream before delivering a final slam onto the floor before rising to his feet. The Texan surveys the dazed Scottywood and hawks a loogie on him.

Benny Newell: Disgusting.

Stevens looks around the Chapel and notices something because a sinister grin forms across his lips.

Joe Hoffman: Something has caught The Scorpion’s eye.

Benny Newell: Probably his sister or Tara’s tampon.

Stevens makes his way towards the cross and when he does we see what caused him to smile as he reaches out and prys his barbed wire wrapped baseball bat from the giant cross.

Scott Stevens: There you are.

Stevens says as he hugs the bat.

Scott Stevens: I’ve missed you.

Stevens says as he continues to admire the bat.

Joe Hoffman: The signature weapon of Scott Stevens had been left stuck in the cross as a warning to our owner, but apparently Scotty didn’t get the message.

Benny Newell: Of course not. Scotty has more important things going on like running a successful multimillion dollar wrestling promotion.

As Stevens turns around he’s notice that Scottywood has recovered and is up to his feet with hockey stick in hand.

Benny Newell: Ha ha! Now what you in-bred fucker? Scotty, take care of this fucker!

Scotty motions for Stevens to come get some some and like a scene from Kill Bill the two warriors race across the chapel towards one another looking for the home run strike, but alas both miss.

Joe Hoffman: Scotty and Stevens barely missed each other’s attack!

Benny Newell: Did they Hoffman? Or do they just suck, period?

The two warriors reposition themselves and strike at each other again and this time the bat and hockey stick collide.

Benny Newell: The hell???

Joe Hoffman: Looks like the barbed wire got entangled causing the weapons to stick to one another.

Scottywood musters enough strength of overpower Stevens and pull him forward to knee him in the stomach before delivering a SDT onto the concrete.

Benny Newell: Fuck you Stevens!

Scotty gets back to his feet and delivers a kick to the back of the Texan’s head before going over to his cooler and pulling out two beers; a Budweiser and Sam Adams. Scotty pops the top on the bottles and pours the Budweiser all over the Texan.

Scottywood: Have some piss water Stevens!

Scotty says with a chuckle before downing his IPA and smashing the bottle over Stevens’ head. The Hardcore Artist takes a seat next to his rival and sees a shard of glass and picks it up. A sickening grin forms over the lips of Scottywood as he glares at the piece of glass.

Scottywood: This is for Frankie you fuck.

Scotty says as he uses the shard of glass to tear into the Texan’s flesh as he begins to carve something into his back as Stevens shouts out in pain.

Scottywood: Master Splinter would be proud.

Scotty says to himself as he admires his work.

Benny Newell: What does it say? What did he write!?!?!?!?!?

Benny asks with intrigued as the camera zooms in to read, “Lonesome Loser” in blood.

Benny Newell: Ha! He’ll forever have that. He’s truly the Lonesome Loser now!

Scotty tosses the shard away and goes to pick up Stevens but he rakes Scotty’s eyes and delivers a massive belly to belly suplex into one of the concrete pillars.

Joe Hoffman: That took a lot out of Stevens as he is slow to recover.

Benny Newell: Well he was carved like a turkey on Thanksgiving…..speaking of…do you think Cassie Walsh wants to give thanks by putting this corn cob in her mouth until she tastes butter?

Stevens yells out in pain as he gets to his feet and rushes at Scotty to deliver a running knee to the side of the head.

Joe Hoffman: Don’t Mess With Texas lands on the mark.

Benny Newell: What is it with everyone and running knees these days?

Joe Hoffman: Ummmmm……it’s a vicious strike?

Benny Newell: Right, and the next thing you’ll be telling me is that you quit five wrestling promotions because you weren’t handed the lead announcer position.

Stevens grabs Scotty by his hair and drives his head through the nearest stained glass window. Scotty begins to bleed and Stevens smiles before bringing him closer.

Scott Stevens: That was for my father!

Stevens shouts as he headbutts him.

Scott Stevens: This is for me!

Stevens says as he attempts to push Scottywood’s neck into the giant glass shard hanging from the side of the window.

Benny Newell: Come on! This is going to far!

Scottywood fights but the blood running down his face and into his eyes are causing him to lose focus and Stevens is slowly inching his way towards that shard of glass.

Scott Stevens: You’ll only feel pain for a few seconds my friend. After that it’s a long sleep.

Stevens says to Scotty as The Hardcore Artist tries to fight the Texan off, but his strength is too much until……

Benny Newell: Take that bitch!

Benny yells as Scotty breaks free from Scott’s clutches as he jabs a shard of glass into the Texan’s cheek.

Joe Hoffman: Stevens is in tremendous pain.

Benny Newell: Music to my ears Hoffman. Sounds like angels are serenading me after I just nutted in Barbie Kostoff.

As Stevens attempts to pull the shard out of his cheek, Scotty takes a moment to wipe the blood out of his eyes and sees something on the ground as the camera reveals it is super glue. Scotty picks it up and begins to pour it onto his tapings. He tosses the glue and begins to rub the back of his hands and palms into the broken shards of glass.

Joe Hoffman: Is he doing what I think he’s doing?

Benny Newell: Channeling his inner Tong Po? Yep.

Stevens painfully removes the shard out of his cheek and charges at The Hardcore Artist with the shard of glass, but Scotty is able to avoid the attack and when the Texan turns around his other cheek is slashed open as Scotty slices it open with a spinning back fist. Scotty rushes over and doesn’t let his rival breath as he continues to open up the flesh of Stevens as he targets the body. Each body shot causes Stevens to growl in pain as the glass digs into his side.

Joe Hoffman: Stevens is in a lot of pain Benny.

Benny Newell: Who fucking cares Joe?!?!? Cause I don’t. Fuck him!

Scotty delivers a left hook followed by a massive uppercut that slices his chin open as he staggers back.

Benny Newell: BLEED! BITCH! BLEED!

Scotty walks toward his opponent, but that brief pause was able to give Stevens time to recover and deliver a massive superkick…..or so he thought.

Joe Hoffman: Stevens trying to surprise Scottywood with that Remember the Alamo Superkick, but the Hardcore Artist saw it coming and caught the Texan’s foot. Scotty balls up his fist and slices the inner thigh of Stevens to bring the Scorpion to his knees.

Benny Newell: Slice that turkey up! I light my meat white and bloody.

A smirk forms over the face of Scottywood as he saunters behind Stevens.

Joe Hoffman: Scotty has evil intentions in his eyes.

The Hardcore Artist grabs the Texan by the hair and pulls his head back so their eyes meet.

Scottywood: This is for Frankie.

Scotty says as he kneels down behind Stevens and places his hand around his throat and waits a few seconds to let the danger sink in before slashing back and Stevens immediately hits the concrete floor clutching his bloody throat.

Joe Hoffman: Scotty using that glass attached to his palms to rip open the throat of Scott Stevens.

Benny Newell: He tried to kill Frankie and he’s getting what is owed him.

Scotty watches as Stevens holds his throat trying to prevent the blood from gushing out and a smile forms over his face.

Joe Hoffman: Scotty seems to be enjoying his handiwork.

Benny Newell: I would be to. DRINK!

Scotty looks down at his bloody palm and relishes his opponent’s life source slowly dripping down his fingertips. Scotty brings his palm up and tastes the blood of his opponent and the taste seems orgasmic in the Hardcore Artist’s mouth knowing the end is probably near for the Texan.

Joe Hoffman: I think I’m gonna be sick…..

Benny Newell: Blood never hurt nobody Joe.

While Scotty is drinking Texas rich blood, Stevens has slowly began to crawl away leaving a bloody trail behind. Scotty notices the trail and chuckles before covering his eyes.

Scottywood: I’m going to give you to the count of ten Stevens before I come and find you.

Benny Newell: The fuck? 

Scottywood: 10…….9………8……7…….6……..5……..4………3…….2……..1…..READY OR NOT! HERE I COME!

Scotty shouts as he slowly follows the trail of blood until he sees a motionless Scott Stevens.

Benny Newell: Yes! He’s dead!

Scotty cautiously approaches the Texan and kicks him in the ribs, but there is no response.

Joe Hoffman: Stevens may be out cold from the blood loss.

Benny Newell: Well crucify his ass and lets call it a day. 

As Scotty reaches down to pick up Stevens he immediately doubles over in pain as he takes a shot to the gut.

Joe Hoffman: STEVENS IS ALIVE! THE SOUTH HAS ROSE AGAIN!

Benny Newell: I’m going to slap the shit out of you.

Stevens gets to his knees and we see a hammer in his hand.

Joe Hoffman: Stevens with an equalizer of his own just may have turned the tides in this match.

Benny Newell: That’s an illegal weapon! The fucking beaner probably smuggled it in and gave it to him.

Stevens waits for Scotty to look up before he places the hammer right between Scottywood’s eyes. Stevens makes his way over to the Hardcore Artist and grabs his left arm and spreads out his left hand onto the concrete floor.

Scott Stevens: This is going to hurt, alot.

Stevens says as he gets a grip on Scotty’s thumb.

Scott Stevens: This little piggy went to the market.

Stevens says as he smashes the thumb with the hammer.

Scott Stevens: This little piggy stayed home.

Stevens says as he smashes the index finger with the hammer.

Scott Stevens: This little piggy had roast beef.

Stevens says as he smashes the middle finger with the hammer.

Scott Stevens: This little piggy had none.

Stevens says as he smashes the ring finger with the hammer.

Scott Stevens: And this little piggy went we, we, WE! ALL THE WAY HOME!

Stevens shouts as he smashes the pinky and the back of Scottywood’s hand multiple times.

Joe Hoffman: Stevens showing how sadistic he can be by breaking the fingers of Scottywood.

Scotty screams out in agony as his hand and fingers become shattered with each blow from the hammer.

Scott Stevens: It’s been fun…….

Stevens says winded.

Scott Stevens: But all good things must come to an end.

Stevens says as he reaches down to grab Scotty, but the Hardcore Artist has other ideas as he reaches up with his right hand and viciously rakes the eyes of Stevens that causes the Texan to scream in pain as the glass from his wraps is buried deep into his eyes.

Benny Newell: The Code of Hamburgerandsalami.

Joe Hoffman: Huh?

Benny Newell: You know, eye for an eye and all that shit.

Joe Hoffman: That’s not…. close enough.

Benny Newell: DRINK!

Scotty delivers an Ice kick to the face of Stevens who is on a knee holding his eye.

Joe Hoffman: Scotty with the Ice Kick to Stevens.

Benny Newell: Burr…..it’s cold in here. Must be some Anarchists in the atmosphere.

Scotty grabs Stevens by arms and begins dragging him towards the wooden cross.

Joe Hoffman: Scotty is looking to finish it right here.

Benny Newell: After Scotty nails this goat fucker to that cross we don’t see Stevens for a very long time.

Scotty picks up Stevens and places him onto the cross. The Hardcore Artist picks up one of the metal spikes.

Scottywood: You’re right Stevens. All good things must end!

Scotty says with a sickening smile as he places the spike in the right palm of Stevens and begins to hammer the spike into the flesh and bone of Scott Stevens as the Texan screams out in pain.

Benny Newell: I think I’m getting a chub Hoffman.

Joe Hoffman: Disgusting, but why am I not surprised.

Scotty continues to make beautiful music from his Texan’s Wails cd as he continues the hits until he gets his award winning single, “Spikes and Hands.”

Scottywood: You like that Stevens?

The Hardcore Artist asks as he grabs the Texan by the face.

Scottywood: Well there is more where that came from!

Scotty shouts, but that momentary bravado is all Stevens needs to knee Scotty in the balls.

Joe Hoffman: Stevens with a shot to the family jewels of Scottywood.

Benny Newell: God dammit!

Stevens tries to attack Scotty but doesn’t go very far as his hand is hammered into the wooden cross. Stevens continues to pull and pull to get free, but each tug is more painful than the last. Stevens sees the hammer Scotty used on him on the ground and picks it up and begins to pry the steel spike out of his hand.

Joe Hoffman: Stevens using the hammer to pry the steel spike out of the cross..

Scottywood regains his composure and when he gets up Stevens drills him with the hammer. As Scotty is stunned from the shot, Stevens continues using the hammer to pry himself off of the cross. As Scotty recovers and goes after Stevens once again the Texan drives the spike through his cheek with it still attached in his hand. As Scotty staggers backwards the momentum forces the spike out of Stevens’ hand allowing the Texan to hit a Toxic Sting on the Hardcore Artist. 

Joe Hoffman: TOXIC STING! That has to be it.

Stevens drags Scotty to the cross and places him onto it. The Texan begins to hammer spikes into him first starting with points in the shoulder since he won’t be able to move before doing his wrists and feet. Stevens has one wrist left and he pulls the spike dangling from Scotty’s cheek and uses that to finish off the Hardcore Artist.

Benny Newell: Thank Lee it’s over.

Joe Hoffman: I don’t think so Benny.

Joel Hortega looks to end it but Stevens stops him and says to wait as he picks up the loose barbed wire from the baseball bat and hockey stick and drives it onto Scotty’s head like a crown before the ref calls it.

The bell in the arena sounds.

Bryan McVay: And your winner by CRUCIFIXION!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SCOTT! STTTTTTEEEEEEEVVVVVVVVEEEEEEENSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!

Joe Hoffman: HE’S DONE IT! STEVENS HAS RETIRED SCOTTY IN HIS OWN MATCH ON HIS OWN ISLAND!.

Benny Newell: Fucking Scotty doing what he does best and that’s sucking a big fat cock at the end.

Joe Hoffman: What the Hell Benny!

Benny Newell: What Joe? What did I say that was fucking wrong?

Joe Hoffman: I will not let you crap on Scottywood. The man basically killed himself out there tonight just like he’s done since he came into this company. Scottywood may have come out the loser here tonight, but he’ll always be remembered by the HOW faithful for his performances such as the one here tonight because there is only one Hardcore Artist.

Benny Newell: Fine! I guess I can give him some credit in that he’s a true homegrown talent and deserving of everything he’s accomplished.

Joe Hoffman: Plus remember… that man is still 49% Owner of HOW.

As Scotty and Stevens receiving a standing ovation from the live crowd as EMTs continue to check on the two men as we cut to commercial.

 

Who will be next to challenge Mike Best for the unsanctioned HOFC Title?

 

 

Smoke appears at the entrance as “COCHISE” by Audioslave hits the arena. Brenton Cross walks through the smoke, his eyes fixed on the ring. Acknowledging nobody, he walks, focused down to the ring. He slides in, standing center ring then finally looks up to the crowd and soaks in the amazement.

Joe Hoffman:  Brenton Cross has the opportunity of a lifetime.  He’s fought valiantly in his first two matches since joining HOW and now he has a chance at one of the toughest championships to earn in HOW:  the LSD Championship.

Benny Newell:  Many people have destroyed each other’s careers.  Tonight this war hero goes against one of the most violent LSD Champions of all time in Max Kael. 

Joe Hoffman:  Mr. Woodson must see a lot of promise in this kid from Dallas, TX.  Two matches in and he gets a shot at Mr. Woodson’s favorite division of all time.

Benny Newell:  It’s definitely a test worth drinking to.  I’m going to enjoy watching this trainwreck with a good ole’ class of Jack Daniels.

“Witch Doctor” begins while the lights dim in the arena. Lights above the ring shine down to create a #970000 twisted, one eyed smiley face. The stage flashes with alternating red and blue lights as Max Kael saunters his way out onto the stage with the LSD Championship across his shoulder. Max is immediately flanked by a series of small Korean dancers who waves banners with Max Kael’s face on it while #970000 red glitter falls from the ceiling. Max drinks in his own hype as he lifts his arms, smiling widely before he slowly begins to walk down toward the ring. As he does so he sticks as close to the center of the ramp as possible to avoid being touched by the fans that line the ramp. Max climbs up onto the mat before he wipes his feet off across the edge of the ring, his smile never leaving his face. Slinking toward the center of the ring Max, bathed in the red smiley face, lifts his hands high into the air as he is bathed in the sinister red light of the smiley face. The music dies as the house lights return signalling Max to his corner to prepare for his match.  He hands the LSD Championship to Bryan McVay who lifts it up before announcing both competitors.

Bryan McVay:  Introducing first, tonight’s challenger:  ailing from Dallas, TX; he comes in tonight with a record of 2 wins and 0 losses; please give it up for BREEENTON CROOOOOOOOOOOSSSSS!

The crowd immediately erupts as Brenton celebrates it.  Max Kael rolls his single eye at this young up and comer.

Bryan McVay:  And his opponent:  he is your current reigning and defending LSD Champion!  Representing Best Korea, he weighs in tonight at 230 pounds.  He is……MAAAAAAAAAAAAXIMIIIIIIILIAAAAAN KAAAAAAAAAAEL!

Bryan McVay hands the LSD Championship over to Rick Stevens.  Before Stevens rings the bell, Kael immediately charges over and hits the Hole Digger straight on Brenton Cross taking him down to the ground.  Kael absorbs the boos like fuel as he continues to hits knees straight across the face of Brenton Cross, causing his nose to bleed. Rick Stevens begrudingly rings the bell to begin the match.

Benny Newell:  Someone throw Brenton into the moat; the sharks would be all over his ass with a nose bleed from out of the gates.

Joe Hoffman:  Max is establishing dominance before the match even begins.  Clearly he isn’t going to let this Brenton absorb this big moment.

Max picks Brenton up and sends him into the ropes before Brenton leaps up into the air and takes Kael down with a Lou Thez press.  He wails across Max’s face blow by blow, letting the passion get to him. Brenton looks up to the crowd and hammers things straight home into Kael before Kael headbutts Cross straight in the fist with his Kaeltonuemite eye patch causing Brenton to wence out in pain.  Kael gets back to his feet, grabs Brenton by the head and lands a DDT straight into the canvas. He tosses Cross outside the ring, grabs him and sends him flying hard into the steel steps. Kael comes running towards the steps and kicks Cross straight across the face as the crowd’s boos louden.

Joe Hoffman:  Kael’s not letting up on Brenton.  He’s already taken this match to the next level.  He’s not playing around with this reign of his current LSD Championship run.

Benny Newell:  OOOOH SHINY!  Kael’s already pulled out a staple gun!  Cross is in for hell now.

Kael lifts up Brenton’s eye patch and immediately hits a staple straight into the socket of his eye much to the disgust of the crowd.  Brenton rails in pain as Kael just taunts over Cross. Max inaudibly shouts back at the crowd as they boo him. Brenton then starts to shake with more blood coming from his nose, almost like he’s hulking up…time travelling.  He shakes off the pain and rolls underneath the ring, desperately trying to grab something. Max turns around and sees Cross trying to fight for dear life. As Kael tries to pull Cross from out of the ring, Cross sprays Kael in the face with a fire extinguisher, blasting Kael straight back.  Filled in rage, Cross pulls out a heavy wrench from underneath the ring.

Joe Hoffman:  He’s going after Kael’s eye now!

Benny Newell:  It’s bolted down heavier this time!  He’s going to fail miserably.

Joe Hoffman:  I don’t think that’s what he has in mind with this one.

Cross raises the wrench and continues to beat Kael across his new metal eye patch heavily trying to cram it down further into his eye socket and beat his brains in.  Rick Stevens comes in and pulls the wrench from Cross’s hands. Cross lets Stevens have it and lands a running Senton across Max Kael. He whips Kael into the barricade and spears him right through the barricade.  Cross grabs the ring bell and nails Max straight in the abs.

Benny Newell:  Brenton Cross has a lot of moxie.  I can’t say that about a lot of competitors.  He’s taking Max to his limits.

Joe Hoffman:  Don’t count Max Kael out just yet.

Right as Cross nails Kael with another shot from the bell, Max lands another low blow straight in Cross’s groin.   Cross goes straight down to his knees.

Joe Hoffman:  I felt that kick from here.

Benny Newell:  Cross should have time travelled to avoid damaging his future children.

Max picks up a chair and DDT’s Cross into it for good measure.  Max grabs the wiring from the camera and wraps it around Cross’s neck.  Max locks it in tight causing Cross to start gasping for air. Cross’s face turns blue.  He falls down towards the ground as Max yells out Stevens to check on him. He raises Cross’ hand up.

THUD!

The crowd begins to rally.  They feel the tension as Cross’ lifeless body sits there.  They rally him onward. Max locks in the hold tighter….

THUD!

TWO HAND DROPS!  The crowd chants and claps hoping their hero can get to his feet and win.  The ref goes for his hand a third time and Cross immediately fights back at Max.  He lands an elbow in his side. He still can’t get out of Max’s grasps. He hits another elbow, but Max still doesn’t let go.  FInally, Cross stops playing nice and rams his leg backwards full force into Max Kael’s groin delivering a return low blow. Max releases the hold as Cross crawls desperately for the camera man.  He pulls himself on the cameraman and rips the camera straight out of his hands. He charges Max Kael and shatters the camera straight across his face. Angrily Cross wraps his dog tags around his fists and clocks Max across the jaw.  Cross is heated at this point. He tears back the padding from the floor and picks Kael up. He hits a stiff German Suplex on Kael on the outside. Max holds his damaged neck as Cross peels him off the ground and tosses him inside the ring.  Cross tosses a cheese grater and a steel chair into the ring. 

Joe Hoffman:  Brenton has turned this match into an all out war.  His PSTD must be kicking in and he’s got those war time memories as he’s going for Kael.

Benny Newell:  Have a drink soldier!  This isn’t NAM!

Joe Hoffman:  He fought in the Korean War…

Benny Newell:  Okay Boomer!  You should have drink too!

Cross grabs Kael and runs the cheese grater across his face as blood pours across Max’s face.  Cross wipes the blood from his nose from the earlier damage. Brenton grabs the chair, picks Kael up and hits a pile driver on the chair focusing the force straight on Max’s neck.  Cross immediately covers Kael.

ONE

TWO

THRE

NO!  Kael shoots his shoulder up off the mat in the knick of time.  Cross grabs the steel chair, jumps on the turnbuckle to deliver a moonsault with the steel chair in tow straight across Max’s ribs.  Cross leaps to the turnbuckle to set up the Quantum Mechanics. He leaps off the turnbuckle to get met with Max Kael’s eye match straight to his gut.  Both men lie on the floor reeling in pain. As the referee’s count gets to 8, Max pulls himself up in the turnbuckle. He’s had enough of this little shit.  He picks up the steel chair and mounts it in the corner. He rips off Cross’s dog tags and wraps them around his hands. He throws Cross into the steel chair and hits the hard whip splash….with a low blow with the dog tags in his hands.  Max exposes the turnbuckle and grates Cross head across it before slamming him nose first into it causing blood to pour out of the nose more. Cross wipes his nose and gets pissed off. Max and Brenton trade blows until Cross gets the upper hand.  Cross hits a super kick straight into Max’s jaw. He then takes the chair and contorts Max’s body with it trying to get him to submit, but Max rolls over. Cross tries to hit Kael with a Stunner, but Kael meets the back of Cross’s head with the metal eye patch and floors him hard.  He picks up crosses lifeless body, stands on top of the steel chair and hits the Jumping Inverted Jawbreaker.

Benny Newell:  WEAPON OF MAX DESTRUCTION!

Joe Hoffman:  He took him out with good measure with the steel chair; Rick Stevens is making the count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!

Bryan McVay:  Here is your winner and STIILLLLLLLLLLLLLL………

WHAM!
WHAM!
WHAM!

From out of nowhere, Darin Zion jumps the ring and blindsides Max Kael with the LSD Championship across the back of the head.  Zion picks up Kael’s exhausted body and nails the Asterisk right across the steel chair. The crowd boos hard as Zion stands up and just smirks at the man that once called him mediocre, leaving yet another asterisk on his career in Max Kael.  Zion steps straight on top of Max Kael’s head laying all his weight on the tender eye as he picks up the LSD Championship and holds it up proudly. Suddenly Brian Hollywood still dazed, confused, yet vehementing angrily grabs a microphone and gets straight in Max Kael’s face.

Joe Hoffman:  Disgusting tactics by your number 1 contender to the LSD Championship folks.

Benny Newell:  How dare he attack the Dictator of Best Korea like that.  That swine! He done ruined the celebration with the Korean dancers.

Brian Hollywood: What was that you said the other day?  I passed a shit and let Zion get handed an LSD Championship match?   You called Zion mediocre…an easy win….how does it feel Max to be taken out by such an easy win huh?

Hollywood shoves the microphone in Max Kael’s face disrespectfully.  He keeps repeating huh louder and louder as the crowd boos. Hollywood then spits on Max Kael.

Brian Hollywood:  That’s what I thought?   You disrespected my best friend.  You disrespect a man that has a heart for legends of the business like you.  Zion once looked up to you Kael. He wanted to dominate like you. He wanted to destroy the world like you did.  He fought hard to climb the ranks of HOW just like you did. He respected everything you and the other legends of HOW did until you crushed his spirit.  You crushed his hopes and dreams. You turned him into an asterisk.

Zion kick Kael across the face for good measure.

Brian Hollywood:  You along with each and everyone in this audience broke him.  You destroyed that great big heart of his and turned him …him into this monster that has no words and loves torturing those in his path.

Brian Hollywood takes the LSD Championship away from Zion and shoves it into Max’s face. Zion lets up his foot up and flips off the crowd as they grow angry.

Brian Hollywood:  We had to get a leg up on you Max.  We know you’re a threat to Zion. You’ve had his number each time you’ve fought him.  You sunk into his mind like a cancer. Like I once did…until tonight. Zion broke through the curse of me.  He took out me, a former HOW Champion with one single shot. He turned off every mental stumbling block, every emotion and became the monster I taught him to be.  Max, when you two face, rest assured, he doesn’t intend to get that lucky shot easily. He wants a fight. He wants you pissed off. He wants you to seek revenge. That brings out the worst in you, Max.  He WANTS you at that level because when you two face off…he doesn’t want another footnote placed on his championship victory. This time, no, he wants you to take him to his limits. He wants you to break him.  He wants to most sadistic side of Max Kael. Because when he beats you at that level…there’s no question about it…he will be HOW’s undisputed LSD Champion. No gimmicks, no freebies, no help, NO FOOTNOTES.

Hollywood steps out of the ring as Zion starts to leave, he sees Kael slowly making it back to his feet.  He charges Kael and nails him with the LSD Championship to a chorus of boos. Zion stands over Kael’s body as he drapes the LSD Championship along the waist of Kael’s lifeless body as he confidently strides out with Hollywood in tow.

Joe Hoffman:  I cannot believe Zion stole Kael’s spotlight after he won that war with Brenton Cross.

Benny Newell:  It’s all about sending a message in this business.  While I hate Zion, he left an impact tonight taking out Kael.

Joe Hoffman:  But you can rest assured that Max Kael will come back looking to kill Darin Zion.

Benny Newell:  Now I’ll drink to that thought.  When Kael smashes Zion’s head in for this…it will be chaos.

The camera pans to Zion celebrating his attack on Kael and Kael struggling back to his feet starring a hole into Zion holding the LSD Championship in his tow as the scene cuts to commercial. 

 

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Joe Hoffman: Our main event is scheduled for one fall, and may very well be the last opportunity that anyone has to keep HOW ICON Champion Cecilworth Farthington from breaking the record for longest reign with the ICON Championship. 

Benny Newell: That’s FARTHY THREE BELTS to you, Joe! This is HOW Booking 101, right here— you get run through the gauntlet before Lee Best is letting you break any records. That’s why known legend firer Mike Best never smashed this record— he fought seven straight weekly title defenses on the way to breaking Sektor’s record, and he FUCKIN LOST!

Joe Hoffman: Something he is no doubt completely over and definitely not bitter about, Benny. 

Benny Newell: But my beautiful boy Cecilworth is the World Champion. He’s the ICON Champion. He’s only officially been beaten once in 2019, and tonight he’s gonna break Lindsay Troy’s arm just like he’s gonna break that record and officially become known as the greatest ICON Champion– nay, OVERALL CHAMPION– in HOW history.

Joe Hoffman: I certainly think Lindsay Troy might disagree, Benny, along with a lot of the fans right here in San Jose, California! Rumor has it that Lindsay has been making some noise backstage about wanting to step up and prove herself against the top names in HOW, and tonight she’s got her first big opportunity in singles action. 

Benny Newell: Talk about a fucking baptism by fire, folks. 

The opening clap-stomp beats of “Watch Me” by The Phantoms hit the speakers as fans live in San Jose jump to their feet. They roar their approval as soon when the lyrics kick in, bringing Lindsay Troy out through the curtain. Her HOW Tag Team Championship over her shoulder, LT nods her head along with the various claps and stomps as she strides out onto the stage to bask in the ovation and the pyro.

Joe Hoffman: And here she is, folks— a verifiable wrestling legend and one half of the HOW Tag Team Champions. Lindsay Troy was on Lee Best’s shortlist of dream signings for nearly a decade. Since coming to HOW, she’s certainly proven she was worth the wait– she is one of the most talented athletes not only in The Industry, but the actual wrestling industry.

Benny Newell: And here’s a fun fact: Did you know she’s not black?

Joe Hoffman: I… I think EVERYONE knows that, Benny. She’s Italian. 

Benny Newell: Well fuck you, I guess I’m just a moron then. 

The Industry’s most level-headed ass-kicker makes her way down the aisle, spotlights following her path, and she keeps her eyes focused on the ring. Once at the bottom of the ramp, Troy jumps flat-footed onto the apron and flips herself up and over the top rope. She then ascends a turnbuckle, holding her championship aloft to give the fans a photo op before leaping off and waiting for the match to start.

Joe Hoffman: LT, along with Dan Ryan, had a fruitful Rumble at the Rock, successfully retaining the HOW Tag Team Championships against Darin Zion and Brian Hollywood. It was their first trip to Alcatraz, and one they won’t soon forget. 

Benny Newell: Especially Dan Ryan, who LOST THE WORLD TITLE MATCH LIKE A REALLLLLL FUCK. And who did he lose it to, Joe? WHO THE FUCK DID HE LOSE IT TO?

Joe Hoffman: It could be argued, Benny, that he didn’t lose it at all– Halitosis took the final fall in the HOW World Championship match, while Dan Ryan was caught in the twisted wreckage of a destroyed stretcher. Cecilworth Farthington may be the HOW World Champion, but he has yet to attain a single decisive victory over Dan Ryan. Countouts, cage escapes, triple threats… that’s why Lee Best has made it official: At ICONIC, Dan Ryan will face Cecilworth Farthington in a 97 minute Ironman Match for the HOW World Championship.

Benny Newell: And the ICON, Joe. Because Lindsay Troy isn’t walking out of here with a fucking THING tonight outside of a broken arm. Yes, she’s a great wrestler. Yes, she’s a fucking legend. But Cecilworth Farthington might be the single greatest talent in the history of HOW. And here… he… comes. 

The melodic delight of “Money” by the Flying Lizards begins to seduce the High Octane fans over the sound system, beckoning forth the arrival of the HOW World and ICON Champion, Cecilworth M. Jamelia Farthington. Attired with the finest of towels draped across his neck, the MMMMegastar himself steps confidently out from behind the curtain with an almost alarmingly seriousness in his eyes. 

While he clearly is going through the motions of jubilant bounces and beautiful boy smiles, it appears rote and memorized– his eyes are focused intently on Lindsay Troy in the ring, and his head is clearly in the match at hand and not the mindless fanfare that he usually brings with him during entrances. 

Benny Newell: There he is, the beautiful son of a bitch who killed Bad Breath Johnson at Rumble at the Rock and proved he’s our delightful little Ceciopath. Who can stop this man? WHO CAN STOP HIM, JOE? 

Joe Hoffman: While you’re right about the sudden vicious streak in the ICON Champion, I think there’s a very good chance that Lindsay Troy can stop him, Benny, right here tonight. She’s a multi-time singles champion across multiple promotions, and has stood the test of time for–

Benny Newell: LA LA LA I don’t speak delusion, Joe, can’t hear you!YUM YUM YUM I LOVE UNBEATABLE CHAMPIONS YUM YUM” – Me, Benny Newell, the year of our Lord 2019.

Cecilworth hops up onto the ring apron and blows a half-assed kiss to the crowd, with a little mocking wave. The ICON Championship over one shoulder, and the World Title over the other, he ducks into the ring and hands these belts off to referee Matt Boettcher. There is a hesitance in handing them off– he looks especially longingly at the ICON Championship, and it takes an extra tug from HOW’s senior official before the belts are properly wrenched free. 

As Cecilworth takes his corner, Lindsay troy stretches her arms on the ropes in the challenger’s corner, clearly taking some extra precautions against the man with an arm breaking fetish. Boettcher holds the ICON Championship aloft before handing them off to Bryan McVay, and with a ring of the bell this match is underway. 

DING DING DING

Both the champion and challenger circle the ring, sizing one another up in the opening seconds of the main event. It’s Lindsay Troy who shoots in first for a tie-up, but Farthington backs off to the ropes as the crowd begins to boo. 

Joe Hoffman: This California crowd wants action, but the ICON Champ isn’t ready to give it to them as he backs down almost immediately in this match. 

Benny Newell: TACTICALLY backs down, Joe. It’s not cowardice, it’s genius. 

Both competitors approach the center of the ring again, circling, and this time both of them shoot in at the same time! The tie-up is initiated, but Cecilworth Farthington grabs LT by the hair and pushes her downward, before grabbing hold of her right arm and wrenching it upward! Troy winces but pulls away, backing off a few steps as Farthington stares back at her without a hint of a smile on his face. 

Lindsay isn’t impressed with the cheap shot, and charges in with a hard right hand. CMF comes back with a swing of his own, and now it’s punches being exchanged left and right in the center of the ring, building into a flurry! Farthington throws a haymaker of a right hand, trying to surprise and stagger the challenger, but Lindz sidesteps it completely and tucks Cecilworth’s head under her armpit, dropping him with a crisp DDT in the middle of the ring! She makes a cover, even though it’s clearly early!

ONE!

 

KICKOUT!

Lindsay Troy rolls away from the pin, climbing to her feet and dusting her hands off, sticking a hand on her hip as she smiles out at the crowd. 

Benny Newell: What a dumb fucking bitch, you aren’t putting Farthy Three Belts down with a fucking DDT. 

Joe Hoffman: Look at the smile on her face, Benny– she knows that. But the effort it takes to kick out of a pin is energy he won’t have later when it counts. Lindsay Troy is a veteran, and she’ll nickel and dime her way to victory here tonight if that’s what it takes. 

Benny Newell: Come on, this dumb cu–

Joe Hoffman: You say something sexist again, and I’m telling her you said it, Benny. 

Benny Newell: …..

Cecilworth grits his teeth, climbing to his feet. He backs toward his corner, but Lindsay charges him at full speed. Farthington ducks a flying elbow, sending LT smashing face first into the turnbuckle! The challenger is staggered, and CMF takes the opportunity to drive a forearm into the back of her head, knocking her forward into the turnbuckle pad. 

Immediately, Farthington grabs hold of Troy’s arm, stepping through the ropes and bending her arm around the ring post, repeatedly slamming it against the hard metal pole! The crowd collectively winces, as Boettcher quickly begins a five count– the only thing he can do. 

1!

2!

3!

4!

Farthington barely lets go as Boettcher begins the number five, letting Troy’s arm fall limp between the ropes. The champion ducks back into the ring, holding up his arms to the referee and letting him know that he’s done. 

Joe Hoffman: Come on, how is that not a disqualification? 

Benny Newell: The ring isn’t a foreign object, douchebag. He stopped before five. It’s fair fuckin’ game and I won’t hear any more crying about it. 

Lindsay turns and slumps down in the corner, her momentum seemingly cut off for the moment as she nurses her arm. Unfortunately, Farthington rushes back into the corner, now laying stomps into the arm and shoulder of Lindsay Troy, who does her best to cover up from the repeated blows. 

The referee begins another five count. 

1!

2!

3!

4!

Once again, Farthington is forced to back off and step away, not wanting to risk a disqualification with so many records left to break. Giving enough room to make for a new five count, he charges in again, but this time LT is ready! 

She grabs hold of Farthington’s outreached boot, shoving him backward as she explodes her body up off the mat, sending the champion staggering. The crowd explodes into cheers, and Farthington charges back a third time, but Lindsay Troy grabs and locks him up, dropping to her back and locking the ICON Champion in the Koji Clutch! The arena is on their feet!

Joe Hoffman: THE DIVINE RIGHT! A LINDSAY TROY SIGNATURE! SHE’S GOT HIM LOCKED UP!

Lindz puts on the pressure, really clinching back on the hold, as Farthington screams out in pain. Lindsay Troy can practically taste the ICON Championship, as the current champion flails like a fish, trying desperately to reach the ropes. 

Joe Hoffman: Farthington is stuck! I can’t believe it, Lindsay Troy has just turned this entire match around! 

Benny Newell: NO! GET OUT YOU BEAUTIFUL MAN, I WANNA WATCH YOU FUCK THAT BELT!

The champion continues to flail, desperately kicking his feet toward the ropes as hard as the blood is trying to flail toward his brain. His right leg lunges for the rope one last time… and he gets it! 

The crowd is booing as Matt Boettcher taps Lindsay and shows her the foot, and the challenger begrudgingly lets go of the hold. She rolls toward her own corner, now definitely nursing her banged up arm, having put a lot of strain on it with a desperation submission choke. For his part, Farthington has to literally crawl to the ropes. He is gasping for breath, having used a lot more air and strength than he’d hoped in escaping that maneuver. 

Lindsay makes her way slowly toward Farthington, grabbing him by the arm and neck and pulling him to his feet. With him huddled over, she throws a hard kick into his chest, and then another. The crowd yells a wild “OOH!” with each kick, and she lays in a third for good measure. 

“OOH!” 

Lindsay backs into the ropes, charging forward with solid speed and sliding toward Farthington’s knees to take them out from the back. The champion spins around, though, and in desperation plants a boot in the middle of her face. It’s almost unintentionally devastating, and the crowd momentum dies with an audible gasp. 

Joe Hoffman: Ohmygod. 

Benny Newell: THAT’S MORE FUCKING LIKE IT! DO IT AGAIN!

For a moment, even Farthington realizes that his defensive maneuver may have been a tad grotesque, but then he remembers that he done a toilet murder recently, and the fire returns to his eyes. The ICON Champion drops to a knee, pulling on the already hurting arm of Lindsay Troy, and locks in a vicious armbar that is now trying to firmly remove the offending arm from it’s socket. 

Joe Hoffman: Come on, enough is enough! Lindsay Troy could be end up seriously injured– why isn’t Boettcher stopping these targeted attacks? 

Benny Newell: Because they are one hundred percent legal, Joe. What, is he not allowed to use strategies? Is he just supposed to punch and suplex and punch and suplex and tactics be damned? That’s fucking stupid, what you just said.

Lindsay reaches out with her free arm, grabbing the ropes almost immediately, trying not to yell out and expose the weakness in her arm. Boettcher slides in and shows the ropebreak to Farthington, who appears to, and I quote, “not give a smooth fuck”. 

Boettcher acknowledges this with a five count. 

1!

2!

3!

4!

 

Farthington releases the armbar, but now he’s all fucking jazzed up and ready to go again, with adrenaline pumping in his veins. He stands to his feet, slapping his chest twice and yelling for Lindsay Troy to get up off the mat and stop “holding her arm like some kind of poor who can’t afford the absurd prices of American healthcare.” 

Lindz grits her teeth, slamming her good arm against the mat and then rolling to her feet, telling the ICON Champion to bring it on. The champion does indeed bring it on, sprinting toward the challenger with fire in his eyes… 

AND RIGHT INTO THE FUCKING RAYNES OF CASTAMERE!!!!

Lindsay Troys knees damn near hit her chest as she leaps into the air in desperation, modifying her flying double knee strike to a defensive manuever on the fly. It isn’t a perfect blow, but it takes Farthington down to the mat, and he hits the canvas like a piece of hot meat on a cold kitchen counter. The crowd gasps, and then groans, and then explodes into cheers as Lindsay Troy falls to her hands and knees, shocked that it worked– she covers the champion!!!

Joe Hoffman: SHE GOT IT! SHE’S GOT HIM DEAD TO RIGHTS!

Benny Newell: NONONONONONONONONO STOP IT STOP THISSSSS!

Matt Boettcher drops to count, and the whole crowd counts along!

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

………

 

The insane cheers turn to boos, as LT looks around and finds that Matt Boettcher is no longer in the ring! He’s been pulled to ringside, where LSD Champion Maximilian Kael has pulled the referee out of the ring and stopped the count!

The booing is escalating louder and louder, as Lindsay stands up and heads for the ropes. She’s gonna take care of this herself, and now the crowd buzz is amping up as we finally get to see her get her hands on the LSD Champion as well. Farthington still isn’t moving, as she grabs the ropes and prepares to–

*THWACK!*

The sickening sound of metal meeting skull rocks the ring, as the HOFC Championship collides with the side of Lindsay Troy’s head. The arena is nearly silent, in total shock as Michael Best has come in from the other side of the ring (predictably, honestly) and attacked the challenger with his unofficial championship.

Joe Hoffman: This… this is disgusting. For God’s sake, I don’t even want to watch this. Lindsay Troy has just been robbed of the ICON Championship.

Benny Newell: Robbed by TACTICS, Joe. If you don’t get caught, it’s not illegal. Haven’t you ever stolen gum?  

Outside, Max is literally holding on to Matt Boettcher’s shirt, keeping his attention as Mike Best places the HOFC Championship under the battered arm of Lindsay Troy and begins stomping on the arm, bashing it against the title belt over and over again. Four stomps, five stomps, six. 

Once the damage has been done, Michael Best shakes Farthington awake, slowly helping him to his knees as Lindsay Troy lies prone in the ring– the HOFC “champion” rolls out under the ropes, abandoning the fight. 

On cue, Max Kael lets go of the referee and puts his arms in the air, swearing he’s done interfering with Boettcher’s job– Matt turns back toward the ring, and sees exactly what you’d expect him to see. 

The Article 50. 

The hold locked in tightly, Farthington applies the cross-armbreaker on the already dead limb of his opponent, who would be screaming if she was conscious. Boettcher, unaware of the in-ring shenanigans, slides back into the ring and immediately calls for the bell as he realizes that LT is out cold. 

DING DING DING

Garbage almost immediately fills the ring, as Michael Best and Maximilian Kael climb back through the ropes to celebrate with their eMpire comrade.

Bryan McVay: Here is your winner, and STILL HOW ICON Champion…. CECILWORTH… EMM…. JAAYYY….. FAAAAAAAARTHINGTON!!!! 

Cecilworth has won the match, but somehow he isn’t convinced— he’s still holding onto the Article 50, clearly doing very real, potentially long term damage to the arm of Lindsay Troy as Matt Boettcher tries desperately to pull him off. 

Michael and Max just stare, with Best even looking pleased with the way it has all played out. 

Farthington refuses to relinquish the hold, even tightening it up as the muscle fibers in LT’s arm begin to strain. The adrenaline and pain is enough that she begins to wake up, struggling against the hold, as a monstrous CMF clamps down. 

Suddenly, from the entranceway, Dan Ryan and Jack Harmen begin sprinting down to the ring! The arena explodes into cheers as they make it to ringside, and this is enough to snap Farthington out of it– he quickly lets go of the hold, as the three champions of the eMpire smugly slide out the other side of the ring. 

Dan and Jack immediately go check on Lindsay, caring more about the well being of their stablemate than on exacting their inevitable revenge. Dan helps Lindsay to her feet, with Harmen leaning over the ropes and yelling out at the eMpire, who still stands ringside. 

The look on Dan Ryan’s face tells a story– this has officially become personal. He helps hold Lindsay Troy on her feet, staring fucking murder into Cecilworth Farthington, who smugly collects his belts from the timekeeper and rejoins his stablemates near the guardrail. 

Best, Farthington and Kael hold their respective championships aloft, before climbing the ring barrier and making their way out through the crowd. The Industry stands alone in the ring, protecting their wounded soldier, as Friday Night Refueled comes to an end.  

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