Breakthrough (Edition #39) Results!

Kingsley Suit Vs. Jamo Vs. Desmond Knight Vs. Kincaid

The lights in the arena fade to two colors, red and white, as over the sound system Kingsley Suit's voice is heard shouting,

"Its the Betas Baby!"

And almost instantly, the intro to “I Love College” by Asher Roth begins to play.

"I'm nice right now, I, I feel good
If you have a drink
Would you please put it in the air"

At the top of the ramp a man walks out silhouetted in darkness. As the hook of the song hits the man throws his hands up and the stage lights come on. As the stage begins to glow in red and white, a man, who is now revealed to be Kingsley Suit, is swiftly surrounded by his Beta brothers.

"That party last night was awfully crazy
I wish we taped it
I danced my ass off and had this one girl completely naked
Drink my beer and smoke my weed
But my good friends is all I need
Pass out at three wake up at ten
Go out to eat then do it again"

Jerry Heisenberg: The following contest is a Fatal Four Way Match, and it is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by The Betas, he hails from The Beta Delta XI House and weighed in tonight 215lbs… KINGSLEY SUIT!!!

Ruby Parvati: I immediately have a new favourite this week! What a dish he is!

Axel Reid: I’m sure his personality didn’t swing your interest. This guy still thinks he’s in college, even though he’s now a Professional Wrestler.

Ruby Parvati: It proves he’s young, spirited and full of energy. I like that in a man...

The frat boys pick up Kingsley together, lifting him above their shoulders and walking him to the ring.

"I wanna go to college for the rest of my life
Sip bankers club and drink miller lite
On thirsty Thursday and Tuesday night ice
And I can get pizza a dollar a slice
So fill up my cup
Lets get f-bleep-d up
I'm next on the table
Who want what
I am champion at beer pong
Allen Iverson Hakeem Olajuwon
Don't even bounce, not in my house
Better hope you make it
Otherwise you naked"

Once they get him to the ring they facilitate Kingsley to the ring apron where they let him up then proceed back up the ramp and to the back. Kingsley however hops over the rope and into the ring.

"That party last night was awfully crazy I wish we taped it
I danced my ass off and had this one girl completely naked
Drink my beer and smoke my weed
But my good friends is all I need
Pass out at three wake up at ten
Go out to eat then do it again"

Once inside he climbs the corner and points to the Beta Symbol on his elbow pad as the music fades out.

"Man I love College"

Axel Reid: What an obnoxious song that was.

Ruby Parvati: Hey, college life was fun… from what I can remember of it…

Axel Reid: That answers a LOT of questions.

Following Kingsley’s entrance, the drum beats of “Orion” by Metallica play, simultaneously making the arena lights flash along. Then a guitar solo makes the lights flash rapidly as white smoke floods the stage. The screen then shows a Grim Reaper standing and opening his arms, commanding the arrival of Jamo from behind the black curtain. He stands on the middle of the stage, wearing a metal mask, short jeans, one knee pad and one knee brace pad on top. After standing amongst the smoke for a while, Jamo starts to walk towards the ring.

Jerry Heisenberg: Introducing next, he hails from Sydney, Australia and weighed in tonight at 235lbs… “THE GRIMM REAPER” JAMO!!!

Axel Reid: Jamo is a man who loves to fight. The amount of Hardcore Title reigns he has accumulated are extraordinary. Let me tell you, if you’re facing this man in a brawl filled with weapons, chances are he will have the upper hand almost all of the time.

Ruby Parvati: That mask creeps me out. I’m just going to stare at Kingsley and feel better.

Jamo reaches the ring and then mounts the steps, extending his arms as the crowd cheer. He looks around at the audience before he enters the ring, doing the same pose in the center of the ring before he removes his mask and leaves it on the apron.

Ruby Parvati: No wonder he wears a mask. Look at the scar tissue on his forehead! It’s disgusting!

Axel Reid: Years and years of brutal fights have given him those scars, but as I said, the titles he has gotten from them made those lacerations worth it.

As Jamo stares at Kingsley, eyeing up his latest opponent, the lights dim to near pitch-black levels. After a brief moment of silence, "Light Work" by Sincerely Collins feat. Rittz & Jarren Benton blares over the announce system. All eyes are on the entrance area, the only light from a single spotlight above can be seen as a very arrogant and very assured Desmond Knight whom otherwise known as "The Realist" can be seen as his manager Genevieve Wisp follows closely behind him.

Axel Reid: Well we know who this man is. That’s the man who bloodied Kincaid in his first appearance in VoW.

Knight and Wisp stand next to one another as various photographers near the entrance aisle began snapping photos one after the other of the two, as they slowly take in the various chants of disdain. The only ones that show approval are those fans of Knight's music. Desmond can be seen oozing with nothing but confidence as he and his ring valet Genevieve Wisp walk to the ring, a sickening Cheshire smile on his face serving as the perfect statement to those booing him.

Jerry Heisenberg: Introducing next, being accompanied to the ring by his valet Genevieve Wisp, he hails from Las Vegas, Nevada and weighed in tonight at 229lbs… “THE REALIST” DESMOND KNIGHT!!!

Axel Reid: This man was once a certified Rap Artist. He has released numerous albums that were on the Top Billboard lists of the time, but now his attention is mostly on Professional Wrestling. As I mentioned, his first decision in VoW was to attack Kincaid, making an immediate statement and putting the roster on notice.

Ruby Parvati: Well when you’ve been as successful as he has in the music industry, you damn sure want to be successful in other ventures too. The music industry is hard to stay relevant in, and with that in mind, he doesn’t want to get lost in the shuffle in this company. He wants to be the man everyone talks about, and after what he did to Kincaid, he has gotten the reaction he wanted to.

Slowly Desmond walks around to the black steel steps, leaving his gorgeous valet Genevieve Wisp at ringside, as he, methodically, walks on up them as the insults and jeers continue to be heard. He slithers up the corner and extends his arms, doing so as Wisp heads to the backstage area, having completed her service for the evening. Once Desmond jumps down into the ring, he eyeballs Kingsley and Jamo, shrugging his shoulders with the kind of confidence that makes him a threat.

Axel Reid: I have a feeling this match is going to be a devastating one… especially due to who the last man in this match is.

As Axel concludes his foreshadowing point, a droning, distorted opening chord comes over the speakers in the arena and the lights go dark. The grinding guitar of "Passenger" by Deftones kicks to life and the audience rises, recognizing the familiar music of Kincaid. A spotlight follows him as he emerges from the right side of the stage, with his head down and his wife, Alyssa, nowhere in sight.

Jerry Heisenberg: And finally, he hails from Bearing, Alberta, Canada and weighed in tonight at 275lbs… KINCAID!!!

Axel Reid: I don’t blame Alyssa for staying backstage for this match, considering how many men are out here and one of them being Desmond Knight. But maybe Kincaid told her to stay behind for her safety. Whatever the case, that scar on his forehead tells the entire story, courtesy of Desmond and his brass knuckles.

Ruby Parvati: If I were Alyssa, I’d call the ambulance right now and leave it on standby. If Kincaid got bloodied before without having a match, just think how he’ll be after THIS one!

Kincaid moves towards the ring, completely fixated on Desmond and no one else. Desmond does not look at anyone else either. Once Kincaid reaches the ring, he waits at the bottom of the steps, bouncing up and down on his toes to warm up. Eventually he walks up the steps and stands on the apron, waiting to see if Desmond makes any sudden moves. Instead, Desmond bides his time, shaking with adrenaline as Kincaid steps through the ropes. His music then fades out as he stands there, locked firmly on Desmond as he waits for the match to start.

Axel Reid: I think we’re about to see a war here.

Ruby Parvati: And it’s the first match of the evening! I don’t think we’ll have a ring left for the rest of the show!

Knowing how this match is bound to go, the referee wastes no time calling for the bell and immediately getting out of harm’s way.

DING DING DING!!!

Axel Reid: And here we go!

As soon as the bell sounds, Kincaid and Desmond immediately make a beeline for each other, wanting nothing more than to decimate the other! That is until Jamo quickly puts himself between the duo for his own aggressive purpose, grabbing Desmond and giving him a snap powerslam onto the canvas!

Axel Reid: Look at Jamo go right for Desmond! He didn’t wait for Kincaid to get there first!

Meanwhile, Kincaid gets hit in the back with a forearm from Kingsley, the latter of whom backs off as soon as Kincaid turns around. Kingsley’s entourage look on as a united pack, giving him instructions how to combat the taller, more powerful Kincaid. Using his evasiveness, Kingsley dodges a retaliatory punch from Kincaid, doing so as Desmond and Jamo trade punches and headbutts in the far corner. Kingsley once again dodges another strike, becoming cocky as he does moving jumping jacks around the ring, as if telling Kincaid he’ll never catch him.

Ruby Parvati: I like it when he jumps like that. I wish he jumped around just for me… with nothing on…

The Betas cheer Kingsley on as the crowd boo, watching their friend avoid a third attack, this time with a matrix-style evasion! Kingsley beckons for Kincaid to come at him again, but strangely Kincaid folds his arms and stares a hole through the young man. He doesn’t realize that after stomping Desmond to the ground, Jamo is staring at his back with an intense look in his eyes. The crowd know what’s about to happen and start cheering. So do The Betas, who scream for Kingsley to get away!

Axel Reid: I believe Kingsley has just evaded his way into no man’s land!

Finally realizing his predicament, Kingsley mouths “oh s-bleep-” as he looks at Jamo, and then back at Kincaid. Before he can run, Jamo spins him around and decks him with a strong right hand, causing Kingsley to stumble into the outstretched arm of Kincaid! With one hand clasping the young man’s throat, Kincaid military presses Kingsley above his head, demonstrating his immense strength as the crowd cheer wildly!

Ruby Parvati: No! Put him down!

To the fans enjoyment, instead of simply slamming Kingsley onto the canvas, Kincaid storms towards the Betas at ringside and launches Kingsley over the ropes, dumping him on his entourage and causing all three men to collapse!

Axel Reid: Welcome to VoW, Kingsley!

Before Kincaid and Jamo can relish their improvised teamwork, an aggravated Desmond clotheslines Jamo in the back of the head and then flying shoulder tackles Kincaid into the corner!

Ruby Parvati: But they forgot about Desmond, and he is not in a good mood!

After throwing several punches at Kincaid in a flurry, Desmond completes his assault with a step-up enziguri! The much bigger Kincaid gets rocked from the kick and falls to his knees, being left susceptible to a rushing knee to the side of his head. With Kincaid disposed of for the time being, Desmond goes after Jamo, giving him a hard knee lift to the jaw, followed by a kneeling Jawbreaker and then, to cap off his combination, a delayed Vertical Suplex.

Ruby Parvati: Desmond is just beating Kincaid and Jamo down with those manoeuvres!

Axel Reid: He may be one of the oldest competitors in this company, but he’s showing he still has the technique to get the job done.

Bringing Jamo back to his feet, Desmond whips his opponent to the ropes and catches him on the rebound with a Falling Thrust Spinebuster! The Realist then covers Jamo for the first pin attempt of the match…


ONE!





TWO!




Kincaid breaks up the count with a firm stomp to Desmond’s neck, having recovered from the enziguri and getting back into the match!

Axel Reid: And Kincaid stops Desmond from winning this match, and now the big man has his nemesis in sight!

Remembering their first encounter in Valdosta, Kincaid delivers repeated knees to his opponents stomach, wearing Desmond out before he lifts him onto his broad shoulder and executes a Front Powerslam! Jamo, understandably feeling his jaw, rolls to the safety of the ropes as Desmond continues battering Desmond, pulling the Realist up to his feet and bringing him into a hard Clothesline!

Ruby Parvati: I want to know if Kingsley is okay! Will he be able to get back into this match?

Axel Reid: Well his friends are gathering their bearings on the outside, but it seems they’re protecting Kingsley from entering the ring just yet. I think they want to keep him as far away from this as possible until there’s an opportunity for him to strike.

Kincaid lands a Leg Drop on Desmond as Jamo begins to use the ropes to get back up, hardly paying attention to his opponent pinning the other with a chance at victory…


ONE!






TWO!




NO, Desmond gets his shoulder up before the count of three.

Axel Reid: Desmond showed his resiliency there, but that means he’s just giving Kincaid more reasons to smack him around!

Pulling Desmond up yet again, Kincaid scoops him up under his arm and drops him to the canvas with a Sidewalk Slam. The Realist grimaces as he deals with the pain in his spine, but Kincaid is far from done with him. Kincaid kneels beside Desmond and starts to choke him with his thick hand, causing the latter to kick his legs and grab Kincaid’s hand as the will to survive sets in. But as Kincaid applies more pressure, wanting to physically squeeze the life out of Desmond, Jamo suddenly charges at him with a Big Boot to the side of his head and manages to put him down!

Ruby Parvati: And now Jamo comes to Desmond’s rescue!

Axel Reid: That wasn’t a rescue. Jamo just wants to win his first match here, not caring who he has to go after to do it! They all want to win!

With Desmond coughing and spluttering on the canvas, Jamo manages to bring Kincaid back to his knees and twist him over into a snap Neckbreaker! Jamo then goes for the cover on Kincaid…


ONE!




TWO!




Kincaid powers out of the pinfall attempt, making Jamo shake his head in frustration. Deciding to work on Desmond some more, Jamo grabs the recovering Realist and begins a triple dose of Snap Suplexes, the third one keeping Desmond down and sucking in as much air as he can. With Desmond incapacitated temporarily, Jamo heads to the corner and positions himself on the middle rope. He points a finger at Desmond before he leaps off with an Axe Handle Elbow Drop, landing hard on The Realist which leads to another cover…


ONE!





TWO!




Desmond gets his shoulder up yet again!

Axel Reid: If Jamo keeps this up, he can win this match while focusing on one man at a time.

Ruby Parvati: Yeah.. but if Kingsley was in there, he wouldn’t have a chance!

Becoming more intense, Jamo returns to Kincaid and jumps at his kneeling opponent, grabbing him in a front facelock and instantly pulling him down into a DDT! However, Kincaid rolls close to the ropes, and Jamo realizes he can put his feet or his arm on them to break a potential cover. Seeing that Desmond is closer to the center of the ring, he sets his sights on the platinum rap artist, pumping his arm up for an impending lariat.

Axel Reid: Jamo is in the zone, and Desmond doesn’t know what awaits him!

Once Desmond gets back to his feet and turns around, Jamo rushes at him for a clothesline! However, Desmond is able to duck under the clothesline, but Jamo continues running, knowing he can come off the ropes and try again. But Desmond has a similar idea and runs at the ropes ahead of him, and when both men rush towards each other from either side of the ring, they simultaneously fly into the air and crash into one another with a Diving Clothesline!

Axel Reid: Oh wow did you hear that impact! Body hitting body in mid-air, and both men are down!

With all three men down in the ring, the crowd boo as the Betas FINALLY push Kingsley towards the ring! They cheer him on as he slides under the ropes, but it’s clear he doesn’t know who to go after!

Ruby Parvati: YES! How smart is Kingsley for biding his time on the outside!

Axel Reid: Are you kidding me? His friends kept him back until something like this happened! Now Kingsley can go after anyone he wants without much trouble!

Making an impressive choice, Kingsley swiftly moves towards Kincaid and Moonsaults onto him! The young man then hooks Kincaid’s thick leg for a pin attempt as the crowd roar with disapproval!


ONE!




TWO!




KINCAID KICKS OUT!


Ruby Parvati: What?!

Kingsley looks surprised, but he quickly looks over at Desmond and Jamo. After confiding with his friends from afar, Kingsley then targets Desmond, giving him a Snap DDT into another pin attempt!


ONE!





TWO!




AND DESMOND KICKS OUT!

Axel Reid: Kingsley can’t seem to keep any of these men down, even after they’ve all battered each other!

Beginning to panic, Kingsley looks at his friends again, and they all point him towards Jamo. Nodding in approval, Kingsley stomps down on Jamo before he picks him up and whips him into the corner. After pointing to the Beta logo on his elbow pad for a second time, Kingsley sprints at Jamo and delivers a flying elbow strike to the Australian!

Ruby Parvati: There we go! Kingsley can beat Jamo here!

Emitting a confident smile, despite not pinning Kincaid or Desmond, Kingsley turns away from Jamo and starts showboating to the audience. After he tells them this match is his, he focuses on Jamo again and runs at him for another elbow strike… only to see Jamo power out of the corner and level Kingsley with a SPEAR!

Ruby Parvati: OH NO!

Axel Reid: SPEAR FROM JAMO! KINGSLEY IS DOWN!

Kingsley clutches his stomach and rolls around from the impact, leaving Jamo to roar to the heavens as he gets fired up. But as he goes to finish Kingsley off, he sees Desmond coming at the corner of his eye, the latter of whom leaps towards Jamo and drops him with THE DRIVE BY!

Ruby Parvati: BUT DESMOND GETS IN THE DRIVE BY!

Desmond insults Jamo with lyrical put-downs, making sure he knows who he is dealing with before he forces Jamo outside the ring with stomps. After doing this, Desmond remembers his nemesis, and as he turns around to go after Kincaid, wanting to personally pin the man he confronted in Valdosta, Kincaid surprises Desmond with a RUNNING BOOT that sends Desmond crashing to the mat and rolling to the outside!

Axel Reid: AND NOW KINCAID DROPS DESMOND!

Breathing heavily, Kincaid sees that only Kingsley is left to deal with. The nostalgic Frat Boy tries to crawl away from him, but Kincaid lifts Kingsley up and positions him on his shoulder. As Kincaid starts walking to the center of the ring, one of Kingsley’s friends leaps up onto the apron, aiming to distract Kincaid and buy Kingsley some time. But as the man struggles to get out a pair of brass knuckles from his pocket, Kincaid, while holding Kingsley, rushes at the man and gives HIM a Big Boot, sending him crashing onto his two friends and laying them out again!

Axel Reid: I don’t know what that guy was thinking, but it doesn’t matter now! He is out like a light!

With the crowd cheering him on, Kincaid finally lowers Kingsley behind him and drops backwards with THE RED RIVER CROSSING!

Ruby Parvati: NO! KINGSLEY!

As Kincaid covers Kingsley, he keeps his eyes trained on The Betas, Jamo and Desmond, making sure they’re all disposed of as the referee counts Kingsley’s shoulders down…


ONE!






TWO!






THREE!!!


DING DING DING!!!

Axel Reid: And Kincaid wins his first match back after being taken out by the Chaos Sworn just before Darkest Hour!

Ruby Parvati: Hurray…

Jerry Heisenberg: Here is your winner... KINCAID!!!

“Passenger” by Deftones plays once more as Kincaid raises his arms, slightly look appeased as the referee confirms his win with the audience. Meanwhile, Desmond is the first man to start moving on the outside of the ring, but he is putting on his own brass knuckles as he does so.

Axel Reid: I have to say, that was a no-nonsense Four Way we just saw. And with his victory, I think Kincaid has put himself back in the Zero Gravity Title hunt!

Ruby Parvati: That’s if Sky Sangue allows him to pursue it. You heard what she said to him before Desmond bloodied him up!

Axel Reid: Well Sky lit a fire under him for tonight, and it paid off in a big way.

Once Axel finishes his sentence, the crowd watch collectively as Desmond attempts to get back into the ring with his brass knuckles. Despite the ringside area being littered with bodies, security personnel are quick to stop Desmond re-entering the squared circle, preventing another incident between these two men. Kincaid stands his ground and threatens Desmond to come at him… but eventually the latter shakes his head, pointing a threatening finger of his own at Kincaid and telling him he’s a dead man. After making this known, Desmond walks away from the ring, doing so as he keeps his eyes on his latest target.

Axel Reid: Well Desmond clearly wants Kincaid to suffer, but it doesn’t appear to be happening right now.

Ruby Parvati: I just want to know if Kingsley’s okay. He needs medical attention! I can help him!

Axel Reid: I don’t think we want to see you administer any treatment to him right now, Ruby.

Ruby Parvati: Are you jealous, Axel?

Axel Reid: … Let’s just move on with the show.

With Desmond talking smack to Kincaid on his way backstage, the latter continuing to stare down the Realist, the scene eventually changes...

The Show (of a Lifetime!) Must Go On

Cameras then cut to a different part of the backstage area where, standing all by her lonesome, is Zahara Matisse. Kinda far removed from her usual smile is a look that is more apologetic than anything else. Dressed in what appears to be a black jacket over a purple silk top, her dark hair hanging in loose, lustrous waves about her shoulders, VoW's Enchanting One looks just that. Taking a deep breath after getting the signal that they're ready for her to go, the young rookie addresses those watching and those in attendance.

Zahara Matisse: Ladies and gentlemen, I believe I have some explaining to do.

She manages a small smile, which comes as something of a relief.

Zahara Matisse: As you may or may not have already heard, my match versus Owen Gonsalves this evening has been cancelled. And the fault for that lies with me. See, at Breakthrough 38, Matt Slater gave me a mighty stretching and, after giving me a once over, the VoW trainer as well as my doctor, were concerned enough to not clear me for Breakthrough 39. Unfortunately...

Giving a sigh, she shakes her head.

Zahara Matisse: ...that message didn't make it to the office in time to let them change the advertising for the show, and thus people who tuned in tonight expecting to see my opponent and I in action were disappointed.

Axel Reid: So that's what happened...

Ruby Parvati: You believe that nonsense? She's just making excuses. I think she knew Owen was a danger to her little streak.

Axel Reid: Just because you don't like her 'cause she don't have the same catty attitude you do...

Ruby Parvati: I just hate how impossibly cute she is! It makes my teeth hurt!

And no one looks more disappointed than Zahara herself, mostly for the fact that, to her, she let her fans down. She doesn't even have to say it; it's all over her usually-glowing face.

Zahara Matisse: It's a mistake I don't mean to let happen again. Especially considering the worrying was for nothing.

A statement she backs up by rolling her shoulder with ease and not a lick of pain. Disappointment and apologetic frowning are replaced by a determined smile and perhaps, just a little edge in the delivery of her next comments...

Zahara Matisse: Which leads me to something I should probably ignore, all things considered...but I can't. Or rather, I won't.

Hands brought up, a gold band with an amethyst in the middle of it sparkling on her right ring finger, Zahara presses her palms together before her glossed lips. A small, breathy laugh escapes her along with a shake of her head, her eyes closing and then opening with distinct focus on the camera. Fingers clasp together save for her index fingers, which she points toward the camera, lowering her hands a bit.

Zahara Matisse: Kelsey Spencer.

Ruby Parvati: The UNDEFEATED Kelsey Spencer.

Axel Reid: Tell that to the Chaossworn.

The Magical Maiden's hands move up and down, as if pointing at Kelsey several times in succession, her smile lingering despite a notable bit of irritation welling up in the lady's eyes.

Zahara Matisse: You've become pretty bold verbally as of late. In fact, you took great pleasure in pointing out over Twitter how the cancellation of my match with Owen was for the better, didn't you? For someone who lives in a fantasy world where they believe they don't have a big ol' L on their ledger, it's a little hard to accept that comment at face value. In fact, I and the rest of VoW are getting a mite tired of hearing about your nonexistent winning streak.

There IS some distaste in Zahara's voice, but the smile continues to linger.

Zahara Matisse: Now, ordinarily I'd let this kinda thing slide, 'cause people like you are better off ignored. Just let 'em talk and talk and they'll drive themselves into the mud with their own words. But you just remind me too much of those snarky high school girls I used to have to put up with. The type who think the world owes them something because of their pretty faces and getting themselves out of trouble with daddy's money. I had to deal with more than my share of those, and seeing them again in the form of you is most unpleasant. So I'll tell ya what, puddin' cup:

Lowering her hands now, Zahara gives the camera a serious look.

Zahara Matisse: I'm challenging you to a one-on-one match. You and me, Miss Spencer. Pick the place, pick a time, get permission from Mama Becky and put on something pretty, cause it's a date. And when we tangle, I'll make sure that your imperfect record goes from 'figurative'...

She makes air quotes with her fingers, smiling brightly once again.

Zahara Matisse: ...to literal. Prepare, Kelsey, for the show of a lifetime.

Giving a little bow as she tends to do, Zahara rises, winks at the camera and walks out of the frame. The view shifts to the announce table where Axel registers excitement while Ruby is feigning boredom.

Ruby Parvati: I knew she'd get cocky sooner or later. Now she's gonna lose her streak to someone who's truly unbeatable.

Axel Reid: You can say that until you're blue in the face, just like Spencer, but Zahara sounds more than ready to shut the Socialite up!

Ruby Parvati: Her luck's gonna run out. Mark my words.

Lunatic Unhinged

The cameras fade into the locker room of Dustin Holt as he is pacing back and forth. Jenifer is trying hard to calm him down but still favoring her ribcage.

Jenifer: Dustin, will you please calm down?

Dustin: No, I have too much sh-BLEEP- running through my mind.

Jenifer scoffs as Dustin pulled out his tape and began to roll it onto his hand.

Dustin: Tonight, I change my luck. Tonight, I smash a sand tick underneath my own boot. Tonight, a centipede will lose its legs.

Jenifer stares at her husband confused by what he is saying.

Jenifer: Honey, what on Earth are you talking about?

Dustin ignores his wife while continuing.

Dustin: Katie will soon find out the hard way what happens when I am cornered. The predator will strike at midnight and there is nothing anyone can do to stop it.

He lets out a sinister laugh while slamming the locker door shut.

Katie Moicelle Vs. Dustin Holt

We return to ringside to see Jerry standing there, ready to announce the next bout!

Jerry Heisenberg: The following is a singles match set for one fall!

Axel Reid: But there IS a bit of something on the line, isn't there?

Ruby Parvati: If you're talking about Dustin Holt, yes. The man is in need of redemption. But on the other hand, Katie needs to try and prove that her pretty new title isn't born of a fluke.

Axel Reid: Of course you'd hate on her...

The lights drop down as a video package begins to play on the giant screen. A solid spotlight appears on the stage as a silhouette of a women appears in the spotlight. She stands off to the side and claps her hands. Red lights fill the arena as "Close My Eyes Forever" begins to blare through the sound system. A disgruntled looking man wearing a wife beater and dirty jeans walks out onto the stage as the crowd instantly breaks into a loud roar.

Jerry Heisenberg: Introducing first, accompanied to the ring by Jennifer Holt, from Orlando, Florida and weighing in at 238 pounds...The Psycho...DUSTIN HOLT!

A slight smirk comes across his face as he kisses his gorgeous wife on the lips. They then proceed to walk down the ramp. He ignores what the fans are saying as his wife proceeds to shout back at them. He slides into the ring, crawls over to the nearest corner and waits in a seated position for the match to begin.

Axel Reid: Holt had a lot of pointed words for Katie, threatening her very livelihood and talking about how her speed won't save her in this match.

Ruby Parvati: That would carry more weight if he were coming in with a win under his belt. Then again, this is Katie we're talking about. She might be just the victim to turn his fortunes around.

Axel Reid: Underestimate the new champion at your own peril, Ruby.

Jerry Heisenberg: And introducing his opponent...

“Open Your Heart” by Crush 40 begins to play throughout the arena, alerting the fans that the next match is about to begin and causing them to cheer at the recognition of the song. With much gusto, Katie Moicelle pops out from behind the curtain with a genuine smile on her face, beaming with confidence.

Jerry Heisenberg: ...from Crossville, Tennessee, weighing in tonight at 117 pounds, she is YOUR VoW Zero Gravity Champion...The Cumberland Jet...KATIE MOICELLE!

"Thunder, rain, and lightning. Danger, water rising. Clamor, sirens wailing. It's such a bad sign."

Katie walks down the aisle, slapping high fives with everyone in the cheering crowd that she possibly can. As soon as she gets to ringside, she runs and slides into the ring face-up under the bottom rope. She gives the crowd a thumbs-up as "Open Your Heart" fades out.

Ruby Parvati: Afraid I just don't buy her as a champ yet, Axel. Good on her for her little streak of late, but this is a very eager and determined...

Axel Reid: ...and bloodthirsty...

Ruby Parvati: ...Dustin Holt that we're seeing right now.

Axel Reid: That may well be, but I think Katie's gonna surprise some folks tonight and for weeks to come.

Ruby Parvati: You go on and believe that, dear. It's adorable.

*DING! DING! DING!*

Dustin wastes no time in lunging for Katie, trying to close the distance before the swift champion can get away. True to her word, however, Moicelle ducks and darts out of reach, getting a few forearm shots between the shoulders of the much-larger Holt. They frustrate more than they hurt, though, and Dustin comes within centimeters of knocking Katie down with a few wild swipes. Eventually he corners her against the turnbuckles though the plucky champion gets a few more forearm shivers in before Dustin grabs her about the throat with both hands. Grinning in a twisted fashion, he heaves Katie over like a sack of grain, tossing her a good halfway across the ring where she lands with a heavy thump.

Axel Reid: Air Katie didn't make even close to a three-point landing.

Ruby Parvati: Told you, Axel. All he has to do is get hold of her.

Desiring to keep the pressure on, Dustin snatches Katie up by the hair and pulls her into a tight headlock. He wrenches hard, grinding her head between two powerful arms. Her attempts to elbow her way out don't amount to much other than prompting Holt to deliver a clubbing blow to the center of her back that drops her to her hands and knees. A stiff, football-style kick to the ribs follows, after which he goes for a lateral press.

ONE...

T-

Katie kicks out quickly, rolling away from The Psycho. Dustin tries to press the attack, dropping one elbow, then another, both of which barely miss thanks to Katie just keepin' on with her rollin'. Reaching the ropes, she gets to her feet and gets snatched by the hair. Reacting rather than thinking leads to her grabbing Dustin by the head and dropping off the apron, sending him recoiling backwards with a hand to his throat. He turns around with a snarl and catches a springboard dropkick flush in the chest, leading to another pin attempt...this time from the champion.

ONE...

TWO...

Axel Reid: Kept Dustin down longer than he kept her down.

Ruby Parvati: You say that like she accomplished something. The match is young yet.

Axel Reid: Just pointing out the new champion's effectiveness is all.

Ruby Parvati: Yeah? Well next time say it more loudly so Holt can hear you. I'd love to see how he'd react to your naysaying.

Holt nearly throws Katie off with his kick-out, which gives her an unexpected boost back to her feet. She's already off and running when he gets vertical, coming at him with an elbow strike that he ducks just in time. Off-balance, Katie is snared and dumped on her head and shoulders via a German suplex. Dustin keeps the hands locked and brings the champion up for a sequel, again dropping her hard. The third time is nowhere near charming; Moicelle flips back and lands on her feet, delivering another dropkick to the center of Dustin's back.

Knocked forward but not down, Dustin turns around in time to take a big Bicycle Race that sends him into the ropes. Using the momentum to his advantage, he aims a Splitting Headache right at Katie's chin, forcing the champion to stop in her tracks lest her teeth fly into the fourth row. Both are stalled but it's Dustin who makes the most of the moment, laying Moicelle out with a wicked clothesline and dropping into the cover.

ONE...

TWO...

Ruby Parvati: Resilient, isn't she?

Axel Reid: You act as if that's something new from Katie. Still, Dustin is really lacing into her.

Ruby Parvati: It's about to get worse for Stacy's little squeeze.

Mounting the champion, Dustin grabs hold of her hair with one hand and delivers some piston-like rights until the referee's count gets dangerously close to five. He eyes the official and, after letting go, grabs Katie with both hands and bounces her head off the canvas in pure defiance of the rules. The offical again admonishes Dustin while Jennifer is on the outside, torn between glee at Dustin's efforts and irritation that he's risking disqualification. Katie, woozy from the impacts, fires from below, catching Holt in the jaw with a stiff elbow. Swift reflexes alone are all that gets her head out of the way of Dustin's fist, which smacks the canvas flush in her absence.

Axel Reid: She's quick even on her back!

Ruby Parvati: ...

Axel Reid: ...what? Not touching that one?

Ruby Parvati: I have standards.

Shaking out his hand, the bolt of pain shooting through his wrist and up his arm takes up Holt's focus for a few moments. It's no wonder he has a look of shock on his face when he's suddenly dropped ass-over-teakettle with Katie rolling him up, putting every ounce of her 117 pounds into holding him down!

ONE...

TWO...

TH-

Just in the nick, Dustin throws the shoulder up and extricates himself from Katie's precarious grip. She very much looks the part of Little Mac, having to leap a bit to deliver her Switzerland trio of European uppercuts, but that makes them no less effective. The crowd, on cue, belts out "You Wa SHOCK!" as the champion bounds off the ropes and delivers a roundhouse kick to Dustin, who's sent to the mat hard!

Ruby Parvati: Um, Jennifer? Might wanna motivate your psycho husband here...!

Axel Reid: It might already be too late with Katie this fired up!

The challenger isn't done, throwing a desperation crescent kick that stuns Katie, not having the proper accuracy to knock her down. He makes up for the misfire by throwing her over with a half-neslon suplex before signaling that he's ready to put this one away. Stalking the champion, Holt looks for an opening to deliver the Psycho Driller while Moicelle is wobbly on her way to her feet.

Snared and brought up in Holt's grip, Katie drives a knee down toward his head, making him let go after the second shot. She lands unsteadily behind him yet reacts quickly to the escape, grabbing Dustin by the head and delivering a quick running facebuster. Every bit as quick as she claims to be, she bounds up and delivers the Star in the Night, landing flush!

Axel Reid: That might be the end right there!

ONE...

TWO...

Ruby Parvati: Oh, come on...not again!

THREE!

Dustin's shoulder goes up just half a second too late as Jennifer puts her hands to her head in frustration.

Jerry Heisenberg: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner...the VoW Zero Gravity Champion...KATIE MOICELLE!

Her arm raised and the title passed to her, Katie is naturally exultant in her victory. Rather than leaving the ring, however, she waits on her opponent to get to his feet.

Ruby Parvati: Don't tell me she's gonna try and make nice with this guy...

Katie does just that when Holt is back on his feet, extending her hand. He takes one look at it, then at her, and walks past with a snarl.

Axel Reid: It was a nice gesture but I think she's lucky he didn't try and take her head off.

Ruby Parvati: That match was close and Katie better realize that. I wonder if Dustin needs some consolation...

Axel Reid: You DO realize he's married, right?

Ruby Parvati: Don't bother me with details.

Dustin makes his way up the ramp with Jennifer following in his wake, Katie remaining in the ring to soak up a bit more adulation.

A Challenge & Message To the Future

The scene fades back in from a word from our sponsor to the announce table where Axel Reid and Ruby Parvati are standing by.

Axel Reid: And welcome back ladies and gents, man what a night it has been so far for us Ruby and we still have a lot more to come including that incredible main event match.

Ruby Parvati: I can't wait for The Orphanage to put The Requiem and Stacy Jones in their places tonight. But yes, pretty good show so far to say the l-

Just as Ruby is about to finish, she is interrupted "Time To Shine" by Saliva beginning to blare throughout the arena as Tyler Storm comes running out to a roaring cheer from the crowd. Tyler jumps to the middle of the stage as bursts of smoke blast from either side, then composes himself as he smiles and walks to each corner of the stage and begins signaling to the fans while holding up his I4NI Championship. It's also seen that Tyler is holding some kind of clipboard in his other hand. Jerry Heisenberg quickly grabs his microphone to introduce the arriving Storm as he begins to make his way down the ramp.

Jerry Heisenberg: Ladies and gentlemen please welcome, your Eye for an Eye Champion, from Birmingham, Alabama..."THE HYBRID" TYLER STORM!!!

Axel Reid: We'll have to get back to you in a bit Ruby, as "The Hybrid" has just arrived to Breakthrough!

Ruby Parvati: Of course he has...we aren't ever going to get a night without this dude again are we?

Axel Reid: If the Witnesses have anything to say about it Ruby, I'd say probably not. I will say though I am rather curious about what exactly that clipboard is that Storm is holding.

Ruby Parvati: Ooh, maybe it's a new VoW contract and he is coming out to tell everyone he is going to decline and leave the company...a girl can dream at least.

Axel Reid: If that girl is you Ruby, I guess so. It's also fair to note Tyler is coming off that loss last week where he and Seth Iser teamed up to take on Dathyn and Cera, a match in which Cera look very unlike herself and actually ended up turning on her tag partner, roundhouse kicking Dathyn before leaving the arena, and then Iser got attacked by the current World Champ Casanova English.

Ruby Parvati: And before any of that occurred Tyler took a beating from Cera, it definitely seemed she lost it a bit in that match before she left. And of course as we saw Dathyn picked up an impressive victory over the I4NI Champion.

Axel Reid: Impressive in the sense he did it somewhat alone, but not so much in the sense he had to do a roll-up with the tights to get said victory. None the less, it was a victory and Tyler really seemed shaken up about it.

As Axel and Ruby talked, Tyler had already made his way into the ring, microphone in hand as the music faded away and the cheering as a result gets louder.

Tyler Storm: Feels good to be back in Orlando, Florida tonight ladies and gents let me tell ya!

The crowd cheers to this remark, Tyler smiling as he continued.

Tyler Storm: Now of course, sadly everyone here was made aware I sadly won't be competing tonight, I had a bit of business to take care of these past couple of weeks and asked for this Breakthrough off as a competitor to heal, have time for other projects, and prepare for the Pay-Per-View coming up. That being said, I certainly was not going to miss this Breakthrough tonight despite not competing, and I come out here tonight actually with business at hand.

Tyler holds up the clipboard to the crowd, then brings it back down before continuing.

Tyler Storm: Something that I was made very aware of when I was leaving the last Breakthrough event was the fact that I actually have no contenders at the moment for my I4NI Championship. Now I'm sure you are gonna ask, "Wait, Tyler, does this mean we won't see you competing at the Double Jeopardy event?" Well to put the answer simply, I was going to compete, but sadly I was originally scheduled not to defend my title.

The crowd shows a bit of a mixed reaction to this as Tyler continues.

Tyler Storm: Now I do say originally because as I mentioned on Twitter earlier this evening, which I encourage any of you guys to follow me @tlrstorm for updates on what's going on in my life, I had a meeting with Ms. Sangue and we talked a bit about what was scheduled for me, and I basically told her that although I appreciate still having a match for the Pay-Per-View, I felt it very not right that I was not defending my championship. She of course gave me reasonable explanation as to why I wasn't originally planned to, being I have no contenders and what not, but I said I don't care if we have to go through the whole roster I wanted to defend this belt at Double Jeopardy because I want this title to have legitimacy, and to me to be legit with this title, I have to defend it every chance I get and a Pay-Per-View event should be an automatic chance.

Cheering, the crowd approves of Storm's statements as he nods and continues on.

Tyler Storm: So I see you all agree, and you guys are exactly why I want my title and any title in this company to be legit. You guys deserve legit champs in this company, champs who win the defense or lose the title give it their all any chance they get and show why they are at the place they are in this company. It's why I truly enjoy Tyro and Heath, it's why I am more than proud of Katie Moicelle, and it's why despite differences I have respect for Casanova English and Ryder Blade. We are champions of this company, and we must set an example for the future of this company by how we act as champions!

The crowd erupts loudly in cheers and a "V-O-W" chant, Tyler chanting along with them before going on.

Tyler Storm: So that is why I talked with Ms. Sangue, and that is why I am out here tonight with this clipboard. Listen up boys and girls in the back because I want everyone's ears open for this. On this clipboard is a contract, and what this contract entitles is for me to defend my I4NI Championship...at Double Jeopardy...in a Tables Match! And that is where free opportunity comes in, because this contract is already signed by me, but is missing one more signature, and Ms. Sangue gave me the right to come out here and send out an open challenge to the VoW roster to face me for my title at the Pay-Per-View!

The cheers get louder and louder with every word Tyler says, Tyler not stopping to acknowledge the crowd at the moment as he looks up at the ramp with his championship held high and contract in hand.

Tyler Storm: So whoever wants a chance at taking me on for this belt, whoever wants to try and take it away from me at Double Jeopardy, get your ass down here and sign this contract. I don't care if you are a current champ, a veteran, a newcomer, or anything in between! I am ready for a fight with anyone, so don't let this opportunity pass you by! Who's it gonna be? Because to the lucky one who comes down here now, you get to be the next to...

Crowd: BE WITNESS!

Tyler Storm: ...to The Hybrid!

Axel Reid: Oh my goodness Ruby, what an announcement from Storm! He is sending out an open challenge to the entire VoW roster to take him on at the Double Jeopardy event for the I4NI Championship in a Tables Match!

Ruby Parvati: I gotta admit, I hate the dude but I love this. He literally said he will take on anyone! Now we just have to wait for someone to ans-

"Sweet dreams are made of these...who am I to disagree?"

The beginning to Emily Browning's cover of 'Sweet Dreams' begins to play over the PA system. The lights go out and the indecisive crowd mixes in cheers and boos, not sure what to make of this man.

Axel Ried: I think we have what I'd like to call a situation on our hands. This could blow up, very, very fast.

Ruby Pavarti: I think World War III could break out in a matter of seconds.

Finally, Dathyn swaggers out to center stage of the entrance ramp. Cloaked, he uses his pointer finger to point raise his hood up just enough to see the fans. Dathyn continues marching towards the ring. An eerie aura is felt throughout the arena, as everyone feels just a little bit less comfortable. Dathyn gets to the ring and stands on the outside, leaning in on the ropes as Tyler stares at him, not intimidated. Dathyn leans in and mouths a couple words as the lights in the arena begin flashing spastic-like. Dathyn, enters the ring, grabbing a microphone and glances down at Storm's title belt.

Ruby Pavarti: And now...the whole world waits. Who will speak first? These two are so gritty, just imagine it! Storm vs. Dathyn, The Hybrid vs. The Visionary!

Tyler begins to speak, but the crowd is deafening. Dathyn takes full advantage of this and walks right up to Tyler's face with the microphone.

Dathyn: Tyler, I don't like you. I don't like your face. I don't like the person that you are. I'm not even positive that I respect you. But I do respect the fact that you love to fight. It's around the only thing we have in common. We're both gritty dogs. And when I heard you in the back, laying this challenge out, I knew it was my destiny to answer. The fans want it, I want it, and I know that you want it. I want your title, and you'd love to be the guy to take me out.

Tyler smiles a bit as the crowd cheers a bit to Dathyn's statement.

Tyler Storm: Mr. Dathyn, let me first say it is a pleasure seeing you out here tonight. Honestly a part of me was hoping you were going to accept my challenge. See I haven't forgotten last Breakthrough, you earned my respect a bit with the way you fought on despite having Cera turn on you, but at the same time I still have a sour taste in my mouth from that little roll-up you caught me with to get the win. And that in a sense brings our little battles to each other to 1 win a piece, for if you can recall back in June at Breakthrough 28 I pinned you in a triple threat match to earn my spot in the Quest for the Case which I eventually won and my prize ended up being revealed to be this little title I have right here.

Tyler holds up the belt to a huge ovation from the audience before going on.

Tyler Storm: It seems only right we get this tie broken, and what better way than to put this belt on the line that I have made as a symbol of everything I stand for in this company. I may not like you much Dathyn, but I respect a man who takes a challenge from me and accepts it, so if you are really willing to do this...

Tyler holds out the clipboard with the match contract on it, the crowd cheering and anticipating Dathyn to finalize his decision.

Dathyn: Last week, as well as the triple threat, were both full of technicalities. Our story hasn't been told yet, Mr. Storm. But when it is, I fully intend on writing the final chapter, with me holding your title, over your broken body.

Dathyn looks up at the crowd and hears cheers, with a Cheshire cat like grin. Dathyn grabs the clipboard from Tyler's hands before signing the paper. After doing so, Dathyn hands Tyler the clipboard and extends his hand to "The Hybrid." Tyler smirks for a few moments, taking in the atmosphere the crowd is setting up, then shakes hands with his competitor as the crowd cheers loudly.

Tyler Storm: May the best man win, but in this company I assure you no matter how broken my body might be at any point, the chapters will continue on. But I will say, I fully intend on walking out of Double Jeopardy with this I4NI Championship still in hand, so if you really want to take it I suggest you better bring one hell of a fight. I don't doubt that you will...but I want to make sure you understand what this belt is all about.

Just as Tyler says this, he grabs onto the wrist of Dathyn with the crowd feeling almost uneasy for a moment. Dathyn looks in confusion as Tyler places his I4NI title in his hand, Tyler gesturing for Dathyn to hold the title up.

Axel Reid: This is a rather unusual move by Storm as he just handed his competitor the I4NI Championship, a bit of an unconventional move from a champion.

Dathyn stares into the center-plate of the belt for a moment before shooting his arm up, holding the title up high with the crowd showing a mixed yet more leaned towards positive response. He holds it up for a few seconds before bringing it back down, again taking a bit of time to stare at it, then hands it back to Tyler while seemingly mouthing "It will be mine, I guarantee it." The two men glare each other down before once again going back to a handshake to the delight of the crowd, a bigger eruption of cheers coming as Tyler lifts up the I4NI title himself as "Time To Shine" begins to blare over the speakers in the arena.

Axel Reid: Ruby, I think it's fair to say that despite the very different ways these two men go about things, this is one hell of a showing of respect from these two men here tonight and I think we are going to have a fantastic I4NI Championship Tables Match at Double Jeopardy.

Ruby Parvati: I honestly feel a bit uneasy about all this but with the kinds of wars these two men have put on with others in VoW so far, even with my hatred for The Hybrid I think we are gonna see something that could very well be one of the best and under-appreciated match ups at the Pay-Per-View.

Axel Reid: It may very well be, and with that folks we are gonna take a quick break, when we come back more action from here in Orlando, Florida as VoW Breakthrough continues.

As Storm and Dathyn both still shake hands with one another and glare with some mouthing off between the two seen at some points, Tyler still holding his belt high up in the sky, the scene fades to black.

Cera Vs. Dathyn

The crowd is suddenly drowned in a sea of crimson light, a heartbeat echoing from the speakers... before we then hear:

"It is from this world of darkness which come the evil, destructive forces of man's nature..."

Axel Reid: Well this’ll be a good one, it’s almost like we’re getting an early Main Event!

Ruby Parvati: I actually agree, former Twin City Champions in a one on one bout to decide who the stronger half of the team was? Has everything it needs to become an instant classic!

Axel Reid: Right you are there Ruby, though it’s difficult to determine who the victor will be.

Ruby Parvati: Dathyn. Cera’s been a real bore lately.

Axel Reid: Don’t let her hear you say that! Here she comes!

The voice fades out and the lights flash brightly once, returning to normal as the opening rifts of "Told Ya So" by Get Scared explodes throughout the arena. The tron flashes on, showcasing video feed of multiple matches by an unidentified woman. Then, with the first verse of the song, a figure dressed in thick heeled boots and revealing leather clothing steps out onto the stage. The hint of a smirk crawls upon this woman's lips as the crowd boos loudly at the lonesome appearance of the Baddest Bitch herself.

Jerry Heisenberg: This contest is scheduled for one fall! First, making her way to the ring - weighing in at one-hundred-and-fifty pounds...billed from Sky Valley, Georgia...CEEERRRAAAA!

Closing her eyes for a moment, Cera exhales, then opens them and glances warily at the fans as she moves slowly forward, the lights following her every movement. As Cera reaches the ring, she leaps over the ropes acrobatically, and lands on the mat. She then saunters forward and offers a contemplative gaze to the commentators.

Axel Reid: I think she may have heard you…

Ruby Parvati: *gulps* uh...pssh...like I care...

She then changes glare over to the crowd, before turning back around to calmly await the arrival of her former Cutthroat counterpart.

The arena goes black as a single spotlight cascades down onto the ramp. The lights stay off as Emma Browning's "Sweet Dreams” plays throughout the arena. About thirty seconds into the song, Dathyn walks out, wearing a sweatshirt with the hood up and a Bo staff on his back. Dathyn continues towards the ring, paying very little attention to the fans.

Jerry Heisenberg: And now making his way to the ring, weighing in at one-hundred-and-ninety-five pounds...from a Land Long Forgotten...DAAAATHYYYYN!

When the 'screaming' in the music occurs, the lights begin frantically flashing, but then default after. Dathyn walks up the steps and jumps over the ropes before standing on the ring ropes and taking off his hood, staring into the distance.

Ruby Parvati: Is it just me or has Dathyn bleached his hair recently?

Axel Reid: He’s definitely done something to alter the way he looks.

Ruby Parvati: Hmm. He’s pretty cute...isn’t he?

He then takes a coin out of his pocket and flips it before cracking a grin and taking a knee. He stares up as Cera as the bell sounds, the look on his face still the same. He gets up and takes a few steps over to her, taking her hand and bringing it up to his lips before she sends an ear-jarring slap to his cheek with her free hand. He bends sideways and holds his face, this action has clearly turned him sour.

He straightens himself out and looks Cera in the eyes with a mutter that cameras are barely able to pick up however anybody that can read lips would be able to tell that he said “So, that’s how you wanna play it?”. He bites his bottom lip in a disappointed manner before throwing a hard fist into Cera’s jaw that sends her back a few steps. He follows on with several Knife Edge Chops that cause Cera to take a step back with each hit however after the fourth, she decides it’s her turn - blocking the oncoming strike before throwing a Knife Edge Chop of her own. She uses the attack twice more before reaching up for a Super Kick that Dathyn manages to foresee as he takes a hold of her heel and drops it by his side which only gives Cera the opportunity to nail him with an Enziguri. She goes for the cover…

One!

But he kicks out almost instantly, shoving her off of him and rolling around to his knees.

She stands as he does too, they share a glance before they’re right back at it and into the collar and elbow tie-up. Dathyn spins her around so that her spine faces his chest before he performs a German Suplex that sends her rolling over to the ropes for a quick recovery. Dathyn stands and watches Cera slowly pull herself up before walking over and grabbing her by the hair on her head and throwing her against the canvas almost centre ring.

“Our team meant something to me goddamnit!” He yells with his arms spread out wide before pointing a single finger Cera’s way. “You meant something to me! But if you wanna throw all of that away, then fine!”

Ruby Parvati: Poor Dathyn…

Axel Reid: Are you kidding me? She should be getting away from him! He’s nuts!

Ruby Parvati: Please, he’s the best thing that’s ever happened to her but she’s too blinded by the likes of Matt Slater to be able to see that.

Dathyn paces back over to her and grabs her in the same place, throwing her over towards the ropes to their left before chucking in a few slaps to the back of her head to keep her where he wants her. He guides her through the middle and top ropes before yanking her back through towards him, balancing her feet against the middle rope and signalling for a Spike DDT. He plants her before rolling her over for the pin.

One!

The official’s not paying attention so he raises both of his feet on the ropes for leverage.

Two!!

Thr-

The sneaky attempt was almost enough to put Cera away but she jolts her right arm up causing her opponent to lose his balance so that his face collides with her elbow. She rolls over onto her left foot, her right following with an intense Throat Stomp that causes Dathyn to writhe around, battling for air. She strides over to him and presses the same foot against his throat once more, pushing down and continue to allow him to fight for a breath, the official attempts at getting her to stop but she refuses - which is when Dathyn has to take things into his own hands, grabbing her by the calves and bringing her down with a Double Leg Takedown.

He takes a knee, clasping and clearing his throat before signalling for her to get up which she complies to before Dathyn decides an attempt at the Identity Krisis but instead gets tossed aside.

Ruby Parvati: Argh! He almost had it!

Axel Reid: I wouldn’t be so sure about that one.

Dathyn rises back to his feet before Cera comes around with a Discus Punch that knocks him back down. She comes up over the top of him, dropping to her knees before executing a One-Inch Punch to his chest - once again knocking the wind out of him before a cover.

One!

Two!!

Dathyn lifts a shoulder up and shoves Cera away from him before scurrying over to the corner where he sits back-first against the turnbuckle.

Cera stands and looks over at him with a smirk and a shake of the head, taking a few steps over as he gets back up - holding onto the top rope. She sprints forward with every attention of smacking into him but instead, he ducks moments before the would-be connection and rises, lifting her high up into the air and dropping her on the apron. He spins around for a Knife Edge Chop but finds himself getting a Shining Wizard straight to the chops before he falls face-first against the mat. Cera reaches over and pulls him underneath the bottom rope before launching herself upwards and coming down with the Guillotine Leg Drop. She falls to the outside as Dathyn rolls back in.

She looks over into the crowd and frowns before leaning forward with a squint and the side of her hand against her eyebrows. The referee starts the count.

One!

Ruby Parvati: What the heck’s she doing?

Axel Reid: It’s almost as if she’s spotted something…

Two!!

Ruby Parvati: Wait a second…

Three!!!

Camera’s focus in on the crowd, an asian woman with black sunglasses and a black hoodie can clearly be seen trying to hide behind a semi-obese man sporting a home-made ‘Kacy’ T-Shirt that has an imprintation of Stacy Jones and Katie Moicelle. He looks confused but slightly chuckles as the woman tries to mask herself.

Four!!!!

Ruby Parvati: That’s Jen!

Axel Reid: It is?! What’s she doing out here?!

Five!!!!!

Ruby Parvati: Maybe to show Cera how stupid she was for firing her! Aside from Dathyn, Jen was the best thing that ever happened to her!

Cera takes a few steps forward towards the barrier, peering over as Jen hastily retreats, disappearing somewhere into the audience.

Six!!!!!!

She shrugs before running back to the ring to avoid a countout, rolling in as the official reaches the count of seven. She goes to stand up but is met with a savage out-of-nowhere Gator Roll from Dathyn. Wasting no time, he yanks her back up to her feet before nailing the Identity Krisis. He goes for the cover…

One!

Two!!

THREE?!?!

No, she gets her shoulder up off of the mat an inch of a second before the refs palm hits the canvas.

Dathyn - who’s visibly frustrated - pulls Cera up onto her knees and locks in his finishing submission, The Dove Pan, applying as much pressure as he can right from the get-go.

Axel Reid: Uh oh, there it is! Are we going to see a tap out?!

Ruby Parvati: You bet your ass we’re going to see a tap out! Come on Dathyn, don’t hold back! Give this b**tch what she deserves!

Axel Reid: Come on Ruby, cut that language out!

Ruby Parvati: What are you? My grandpappy?

He arches her back to the point where it looks as if she’s about to snap in half, it appears as if she’s going to tap but stops herself and tries to slowly shuffle away on her knees but it’s no use - Dathyn has the hold locked in tighter than a pair of skinny jeans on Rosie O’Donnell. Then - a familiar theme music starts to play...Little Pills by Devilskin blaring through the speakers as a less than impressed looking Hardcore Heath storms out wearing a black trenchcoat and Psychopath facepaint.

He stands at the top of the ramp with a single finger aimed towards Dathyn - the fans cheering and screaming his name in adulation.

Ruby Parvati: Why the hell is he out here? He’s got nothing to do with this match!

Axel Reid: I suppose he’s come to get a little payback for last week?

Ruby Parvati: That isn’t fair, Dathyn attacked him after his match! Come on you freakin’ nutjob, show some goddamn courtesy!

Dathyn stares up at Heath trudging down the ramp who’s shouting out all sorts of profanity at the self-proclaimed ‘Visionary of Wrestling’, who lets his guard down enough for Cera to slide a leg out from its position and use her flexibility to send a shin straight into the bridge of Dathyn’s nose. He stumbles back against the mat, head clearly spinning from the force of the kick. Cera also flops over onto her stomach, taking deep breaths and recovering from the attack. She crawls over to the apron where a nearby Heath stands and rolls out of the ring and onto the floor.

Heath watches on as ‘The Baddest Bitch’ claws her way to her to her feet, using the apron as leverage. Once up, she throws the curtain back and fishes under the ring for something.

Axel Reid: Uh oh…

Ruby Parvati: She better be planning to whack Heath one!

Axel Reid: I guess we’ll see what her motives are in a second…

She pulls out her classic, patented Warhammer that features a spike on its top along with metal shards melded into one side and barbed wire into the other. With a sadistic look on her face she spins heel, sending the hammer Heaths way - however, she stops herself when he doesn’t flinch. This causes her to smirk before sliding back into the ring, Warhammer still in-hand before rising to her feet and taking several steps over to Dathyn who’s too busy checking his nose for blood to notice what’s about to come his way. The official marches over in attempt to take the Warhammer off her but she threatens him with it so he backs into the corner of the ring as she turns her attention to her opponent.

Cera swings it to her left - then to her right before finally raising it high above her head and swiftly bringing it down towards Dathyn who catches a glimpse of what’s about to happen in just the knick of time and rolls away and up onto his feet - hands out trying to convince her to stop. She refuses to comply, swinging it back and forth - Dathyn only barely escaping harms way with each.

That’s when he has no choice to stop moving, as The Psychopath jumps up onto the apron and grabs him by the forearms before pulling him in close.

Ruby Parvati: No! No! NO!

Axel Reid: Not the biggest Dathyn fan but...I wouldn’t even wish this upon my worst enemy!

Ruby Parvati: What’s going on here?! Why is he helping her?!

Axel Reid: Revenge, Ruby...revenge…

Dathyn tries his best to weasel himself away but the Warhammer comes in and slams against his thigh, causing him to let out a blood-curdling shriek. He falls over, grasping his leg and cringing in the utmost pain. Cera looks down at her handiwork as Heath climbs into the ring, also watching on - the bell starts ringing after the referee calls for it.

Jerry Heisenberg: And here is your winner...as a result of disqualification...Dathyn…

Ruby Parvati: I’m...I’m lost for words…

Axel Reid: As am I.

Cera holds the Warhammer out in front of her, with a sincere yet saddened smile before holding it out to Heath who takes it with a confused frown. She gives him a wink then gestures to Dathyn as if to say “he’s all yours” before climbing out of the ring and making her way up the ramp.

Heath turns to Dathyn, who has his eyes shut tightly, still clasping the injured outer-thigh. The ‘Visionary of Wrestling’ looks up at the 3-Faced Muddaf*cka with a clear visual of what’s about to happen and as Heath raises the hammer, he puts his hands out and advises Heath to quit it immediately who shows absolutely no signs of doing-so until…

Dathyn utters a single name, “Ryan” is what can be picked up by cameras before a little boy in his tweens climbs out from under the ring wearing a specially made Dathyn hoodie. He turns around and looks up at Heath who in turn, is seemingly glued to where he stands. He watches on at the boy named Ryan with a look of devastation.

Ruby Parvati: Who’s that?

Axel Reid: If my research serves me well...that would be Heath’s 12 year old son.

Ruby Parvati: So then why does it look like he’s a Dathyn fan?

Axel Reid: Well, Ryan’s not exactly the biggest fan of his father. Apparently, Heath abandoned him a few years ago for unknown reasons. This would be the first time they’ve met face-to-face since.

Ryan gives Heath an evil glare before reaching under the ropes and pulling Dathyn by the forearms - aiding him out of the ring. The kid proves to be rather strong, fully supporting Dathyn’s weight as they hobble towards the ramp. Dathyn looks into the camera lens with a sinister smile that plasters itself on the titantron before they turn back to Heath who still hasn’t moved.

With this, we cut to another quick commercial.

Changing The Game

We fade backstage. Dressed in his usual wrestling attire and donning a white zip-up hoodie, we see Matt Slater walking down a large curving hallway. The expression on his face only transmits stoic acceptance, knowing what he is about to do and the strategy he will employ to attain victory. He seems unconcerned by the possibility of failure, generated more so by the way he calmly finishes off the bottle of water in his gloved hand before he accurately discards it into a nearby waste container. A shrug of his shoulders and the flexing of his arms exposes how ready he is to compete, despite the problematic thoughts that people know are ominously swirling through his head.

Axel Reid: Well in a few moments, we’re going to see that man compete against Constance Chapin in one-on-one action. I don’t know about you, Ruby, but I think Slater is a lot calmer now than he was in Valdosta.

Ruby Parvati: If you believe that, you’re delusional. He’s acting like he’s fine, but come on… he CLEARLY isn’t. That guy is going to break-down soon and cry in a corner somewhere. Remember what he did to Cera?! I’m telling you, he’s going to end up with nothing, and it’ll all be his fault!

Axel Reid: He wears his heart on his sleeve for this business and those he cares about, Ruby. But the way things are... going...

While watching Slater walk towards the black curtain that obstructs the sound and video technicians from view, Axel stutters to silence as he sees Slater gradually slow to a halt. His eyes are no longer wandering; they are fixated on one point of interest. Only then does the camera shift, turning around to capture Joanna Thade leaning against the plastered wall neighbouring the black curtain. One of her legs are bent, pressing the sole of her foot against the cold material as she studies Slater from afar. Her eyes are not wild or eccentric; they’re unsettlingly calm, although vibrant and difficult to ignore.

Axel Reid: Oh this won’t be good…

The commentators decide to remain silent, intending to watch what occurs between these two contrasting personalities. Before long, Slater starts walking again, planning to bypass Joanna and erase her presence from memory. That is until she produces a golden apple in her hand, having been hidden behind her back this entire time.

Recognizing the object immediately, Slater stops again and stares coldly at Joanna. Having garnered his attention, she releases a playful laugh as she pushes herself off the wall and approaches him in a mischievous manner. The chain with the purple skull attachment rattles off the shaped metal as she tosses the apple into the air, catching it in her hand without so much as looking at its descent. All she looks at is him, studying his posture and his stillness. Only then do her eyes lower, biting her lower lip at the sight of his thighs, his royal red trunks, and then finally his upper body. Emitting a satisfied hum, her eyes reconnect with his, simultaneously presenting the golden apple to him.

Joanna Thade: You forgot to take this with you. Were you in such a hurry to leave after you lost against the magical, magnificent Z?

Maintaining eye contact, Slater refuses to acknowledge the apple again.

Matt Slater: I don’t want any of your symbolic gifts. I suggest you remember that preference in future.

Administering a small giggle, Joanna tosses the apple into the air again. On this occasion, she takes a large step forward and, while catching the apple in one hand, presses her other hand against his chest where his heart exists.

Joanna Thade: Is that so? Cuz I seem to recall…

As Joanna reaches for the silver sword pendant around Slater’s neck, the latter grabs her thin, leather-bound wrist; not aggressively, but with enough force to register the desire of keeping it away from her grasp. Joanna does not change her mood from the grab; instead she seems to appreciate it, smiling joyfully as Slater talks with a stern tone.

Matt Slater: Some things mean a lot more than others. That golden apple does not appeal to me in the slightest.

Joanna Thade: Was that intentional? Cause I didn't know you had a sense of humor Slattie.

Matt Slater: I’m not being funny.

Joanna Thade: Oh but you are, Slattie. You’re a nice shiny knight with the heart of a villain. Trust me Slattie, I can see it. Your true desire. All I offer is the armor you really want to wear…

Joanna giggles as she pushes off of Slater and bounces onto a nearby equipment crate. Biting her lower lip again she sways back and forth with her crooked smile on full display.

Joanna: You do everything right... even the wrong things. You want to unleash your anger? You rush to someone's aid. Need to beat someone? Just call out someone the fans boo. You get the best of both worlds, being the hero, while being just as corrupt as the rest of them.

More perturbed than before, Slater keeps his eyes locked onto Joanna as her swaying becomes almost hypnotic.

Matt Slater: I understand how the system works. I’ve been in this business for over a decade. But obviously… people enjoy playing games now, don’t they?

Joanna keeps smiling all the while, watching Slater attempt to maintain his composure. Suddenly, Slater approaches Joanna and stands directly in front of her, leaning his arms either side of her on the case and staring deep into her eyes.

Matt Slater: I know who I am, Joanna. I’ve made mistakes… but things are going to change. I’m not a toy to be played with. I’m not going to be dissected and tweaked by you or anyone else. Is that the game you want to play? Because if it is… this so-called “toy” is telling you that he’s tired of the s-bleep- that goes on around here.

Joanna stifles a full laugh as Slater reveals his conviction. Shaming her head Joanna struggles to speak as her smile has grown bigger and the urge to laugh is far too great. She takes a moment to grab a few deep breaths before returning his gaze, smile gone, head tilted to the side, with her eyes locked onto Slater's.

Joanna: Slattie, Slattie. You've misunderstood my whole fixation on you. The “game” you question is life, the players are the people that know nothing other than how to lie and pad their pockets off of the hard work of others, or who stick around in small ponds like this one and stifle progress for their own gain. Oh and the pieces you claim not to be, guess what we're all pieces in someone's game. Even me.

Joanna lets a smirk form as she looks Slater up and down. Her eyes are hard to read as they have her usual twinkle but they are too focused, too serious for the Warchild.

Joanna: Slater I torment you because you're not the average piece. Don't pretend I've manipulated you, I just opened your eyes to the truth. You can change the game or keep it going as it always has. Your love life, you control. VoW, however, you sit by and let distractions keep you from toppling one or both of the fixtures that are keeping this promotion, no, no, no this business stagnant. Tell me I'm wrong Slater, tell me you aren't someone that can change the game.

After a moment of silence, with their eyes remaining locked, Slater finally nods with determination.

Matt Slater: I can change this game, Joanna… and I will do what’s best for the future.

As Joanna releases a satisfied breath, Slater pushes himself away from the equipment case and shrugs his shoulders once more.

Matt Slater: But the changes don’t start with this business… or the people in it. The changes… start with me. By my own hand.

Joanna: If you say so. I won't be waiting though. But you know how and where to find me.

Joanna stuffs the apple into Slater's hoodie pocket before smiling at the shining knight. Sliding off the case Joanna bows with an eccentric wave of her hand.

Joanna: Chaos beckons, and I have a feeling I'll be in need of re-earning its favor after having split my own focus.

Before Joanna leaves, she watches Slater take the golden apple out of his hoodie pocket. After studying the etchings and the chain that accompany the symbolic object, he too throws the apple into the air and catches it with ease.

Matt Slater: You picked the apple from the tree of knowledge… and now I’m doomed and challenged to seek the strength to see more…

After issuing this quote in a different way, Slater briefly smirks, studying his golden reflection in the object. Eventually he looks back at Joanna, and his expression gradually turns cold again. As Joanna tilts her head to the side, Slater turns to the distant waste container and throws the apple across the hallway into its open interior. Joanna shrugs as she keeps her eyes on the container, realizing what has just occurred. With this action completed, Slater walks through the black curtain, leaving Joanna to skip off knowing that all things will play out as Chaos deems fit.

Ruby Parvati: I have no idea what Slater meant just then. Is he going to accept Joanna’s message or not? What is he up to?

Axel Reid: I’ll be honest, Ruby… I really hope he doesn’t.