Breakthough (Edition #14) Results!

We transition to Jerry Heisenberg, who stands in the middle of the ring. He gestures toward the entrance way and inhales sharply.



Jerry Heisenberg: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring first... Standing 6'2" and weighing in at 210lbs!... From Edinburgh, Scotland! DA BAD GUY!! ... SHHAAAYY MCCLUREEEE!!!

Shay McClure comes to the ring. The fans go crazy and they all faint. Shay goes through the ropes and does a ganster sign to his homies.

Axel Reid: Shay McClure, always able to get a rise out of the crowd!

Ruby Parvati: A rise? He just gave ten thousand people a stroke, just from appearing! I wonder how much Brute the guy wears?



Axel Reid: To suggest that the fans in attendance faint, because his cologne is too pungent of a smell.. That is just ridiculous! But I will say, he'd better be prepared for one hell of a fight! Reya Serra is looking to avenge the loss she suffered back at Armed and Dangerous to her twin sister, Cera!

Jerry Heisenberg: And his opponent... She stands 5'9".... and weighs 135lbs!... From the City of Angels; Los Angeles, California!... THE HERALD OF HOLINESS!!... REEEYYYYAAAAA SEEEERRRRRAAAA!!!

Without warning, all of the lights go out. For a few moments, there is nothing but silence and darkness…

Suddenly, "Rise" by Skillet begins playing and an all-white pyrotechnic display goes off at the top of the ramp. As the display comes to a conclusion out walks none other than The Herald of Holiness herself, Reya Serra!

The Herald, wearing skin tight white pants and a matching top makes her way down the ramp with her friend Paxar Vega following behind her wearing a similar dark blue ensemble, The two women wave and give high fives to members of the crowd before Reya slides into the ring, with Paxar remaining at ringside. As she stands in the middle of the ring, Reya bows her head in prayer while she awaits the start of the bell.

Ruby Parvati: And that right there, is what someone who has their dreams crushed looks like. It's no mystery that her most recent defeat was a crushing one! Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if the version of Reya Serra we see here tonight... is just as frail as the one we saw at Armed and Dangerous!

Axel Reid: That's a pretty bold statement to make, Ruby... but I will say that Reya needs to get back into her groove. She has been on somewhat of a decline in recent weeks, while Shay McClure has been racking up the wins left and right!

DING! DING! DING!

Shay wastes no time as he lunges toward his opponent, attempting to nail her with a clothesline... But Serra ducks under it with ease and then whirls McClure around as she proceeds to tear into his chest with one knife edge chop after another.

Axel Reid: Would you listen to the sound of those chops?! That has to hurt!

Reya unloads some more chops as the crowd cheers her on before she spins Shay back around and drops him on the back of his head with a wicked German suplex, holding the bridge in for a quick pin attempt!

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KICKOUT BY SHAY!

Both Reya and Shay get back up to their feet and Reya goes back to striking away on Shay with stiff kicks to his abdomen and often higher up to his chest! She backs him into the corner and doesn't stop, instead she uses the ropes for more leverage with her kicks! Eventually the referee calls for seperation to which Reya makes a clean break.

Ruby Parvati: A bit of an aggressive side to Reya...Maybe it's frustration still lingering from her loss to Cera last week.

Axel Reid: It could be but maybe it's just the competitive drive that we know she possesses. Could Reya finally found something that'll help her pull out of the ditch she's fallen in?

Shay clutches his abdomen in pain as Serra swiftly moves forward and pulls him out of the corner, she locks him in a front facelock, struggling to gain control so she can execute possible a DDT or a suplex, Shay fights out of it and ties Serra's arm up in a wringer before twisting it into a hammerlock. Serra slaps her shoulder in pain before she does a few rolls and flips to untangle herself. She pops back up and tosses Shay to the mat with a beautiful arm drag, keeping hold of his arm and wrenching at it in a submission hold!
Axel Reid: Fluid reversal of the hammerlock into a Japanese arm drag, followed by a grounded arm lock of sorts. Quick work from The Herald of Holiness, Reya Serra.

Shay rolls to a knee before using his free arm to fire off shots to her gut before he escapes from the hold and traps her in a tightly gripped headlock.

Ruby Parvati: This is booorring, Axel! Where's the high flying, high impact brutality? The fans don't want to see none of these holds. This is entertainment we're not bloody safe lock providers.

Axel Reid: Nonsense! This is professional wrestling, Ruby...You should've expected this when you signed up for this commentary position.

Ruby Parvati: What I expected was sweaty, oiled up men donning tight, crotch revealing spandex...that and to see some entertainment. I'm a thrill seeker and ironically enough both of those things are thrilling to watch and I assumed could only be found...HERE!

While the commentators are going back and forth, Serra has managed to push Shay off of her head and into the ropes, she then bends over in hopes of landing a back body drop on Shay but McClure has it scouted. He does the famous Hammer Time shuffle from side to side miuch to the crowd's delight before dropping to the mat and smacking Serra with a stiff uppercut!

Ruby Parvati: A little bit of boogie from Da Badddd Guy!

Axel Reid: Apart from the dance he really struck Serra with that uppercut!

He fires off more rights, conencting right to her jaw as she backs into the ropes. He leans against her before grabbing her wrist and shooting her off, sending her flying into the opposing ropes. She charges back however and regains control by leaping up onto the shoulders of Shay and using her legs and the momentum to flip him forward in a beautiful Hurricanrana! He scampers to his feet, charging back at Serra who drops him again with a beautiful dropkick. Serra covers him once again...

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2...-KICKOUT BY SHAY!

Axel Reid: Shay McClure isn't going down without a fight!

Serra rolls Shay McClure to his feet and proceeds to pose to the crowd quickly who cheer her on in delight. Serra backs Shay into the ropes again and unleashes an echoing kick right to his mid-section to which Shay replies with a brutal headbutt to the top of Reya's head, Serra replies once more with a kick to the mid-section and Shay replies with a headbutt again!

Axel Reid: My goodness! Serra with those lethal kicks, but Shay isn't ready to be out done, answering with those brutal, brutal headbutts. Two Visionaries who we certainly didn't envision having this kind of strike battle!

Ruby Parvati: This crowd sure is diggin' it! Finally, some brutal entertainment! These fans are split between Reya Serra and I guess...uh...Shay McClure.

Crowd: "YOU CAN'T TOUCH THIS!" "SERRA ROCKS!" "YOU CAN'T TOUCH THIS!" "SERRA ROCKS!"

Serra goes for another lethal kick but Shay catches her foot! He walks away from the ropes...he swiftly drops her leg and goes for a headbutt but Reya is far too quick and catches him with a knee strike right under his nose, surely causing his eyes to water!

Axel Reid: Kick is blocked! Headbutt avoided and instead a damn vicious knee to the face!

Shay drops to the mat and swiftly rolls out of the ring looking for some sort of a breather but it isn't a safe zone what so ever...Reya looks out at Shay .who is really feeling the effects of the knee strike, before looking out at the crowd who is cheering her on. She hits the far ropes before darting back, full speed ahead AND LEAPING OVER THE TOP ROPE FOR A SPLASH...BUT SHAY DIVES OUT OF THE WAY AT THE LAST SECOND!

Ruby Parvati: SERRA'S TAKING FLLIIIGHTT!

Axel Reid: NO! SHAY MOVED OUT OF THE WAY!

In order to avoid crashing into the guard rail, Reya pretty much pulls her body back from what would've been a regular splash and instead lands awkwardly on her ankle! She backs into the apron and screams in immediate pain as the referee hops out of the ring to check on her. Shay looks on from the ground, a look of shock on his face.

Axel Reid: Oh dear! Reya is hurt, she landed awkwardly on that ankle trying to pull herslef back in mid-air from crashing into the steel guardrails...Shay is absolutely flabbergasted by this....

The referee is talking to Reya's manager, Paxar Vega and Serra who is barely able to stand at this point...

Ruby Parvati: Serra's gonna have to lose by forefeit here. That ankle is severely injured by the looks of things, there is no way she can continue here.

Axel Reid: Uh...I dunno Ruby. Reya is one of the most courageous and gutsy performers we have in VOW, and she certainly has a lot of heart. I don't think she'll give up just yet due to...what possible could be a simple sprained ankle.

Ruby Parvati: Ah, but see, Axel...An untreated sprain or an aggravating sprained ankle can cause several severe forms of injuries that can keep Serra out for a long amount of time. It could obviously lead to a break or a fracture if shrugged off, it can also cause inflammation and if it isn't to do with the bone then it could very well cause permamnent muscle damage in that area...

A quick cut to the commentary table as Axel looks astounded by the rather informative and intelligent comment Ruby Parvati has made, she herself looks rather proud of the comment. Axel shakes it off as he moves on to the situation.

Reya is writing in pain, she's on one leg and the only thing that's holding her up is her loose grip on the apron skirting...Suddenly from out of the blue Shay McClure comes flying in WITH A SHOULDER TACKLE RIGHT TO THE INJURED LEG! The referee backs away as Shay rolls Serra into the ring and signals for the referee to get in there as quick as possible.

Axel Reid: Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Shay McClure just struck Serra! Shay McClure just struck Serra!

Ruby Parvati: I don't think that look we saw earlier was shock...I think that was realisation that he could win his third match in a row here in VOW! He's being an opportunist!

Axel Reid: He's hooked the damn injured ankle! This isn't the right way...The referee has no choice! Cover!

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Serra throws her arm up but it's a second too late as the crowd are stunned by the events that have just transpired!

DING! DING! DING!

"U Can't Touch This" by MC Hammer blares throughout the arena as Shay is ecstatic at his win! He dances before climbing atop the turnbuckle...The crowd reply with mixed reactions towards the opportunistic Shay McClure!

Jerry Heisenberg: The winner of the match...via pinfall....SHHHAAAYYY MCCCLLLURREE!!!

He hops off the turnbuckle and the referee raises his hand before going back to attending Reya. He rolls out of the ring as Paxar enters, furious at the happenings of the opening contest. She however is more focused on the injured Reya Serra.

Axel Reid: Whether you love the way he did it or not...Shay McClure steals a victory here over an injured Reya Serra.

Ruby Parvati: Reya never asked for the match to stop soon enough, Shay saw an opportunity and grabbed it before he could lose it. He's pinned Reya Serra. She's really hurt though...in a lot of pain, I imagine she'll be out for a few weeks. This sort of thing could lead to some serious further injuries if it doesn't get checked out immediately.

Axel Reid: Uh...yeah...Well, you're um right.

Reya is helped out of the ring by two referees and Paxar Vega as they carry her up the ramp, the fans of course cheerng her and respecting her bravery as she heads to the back. We cut to a quick commercial break.

Some Unfinished Business

Axel Reid: What a match that was Ruby...

Ruby Parvati: Indeed it was Axel, but what can you expect from my Eddy... Even in defeat he is a victorious beast...

Both Lucas McCann and Edward Myers get to their feet after an epic match with one another and McCann leaves the ring and heads up the ramp to the back as Theodore Thompson grabs a microphone from Jerry Heisenberg and makes his way up the steel steps and climbs through the ropes and into the ring beside Myers.

Axel Reid: Great, it looks like Theodore Thompson is going to flap his gums again...

Ruby Parvati: That’s Mr Thompson to you Axel! And stop being so rude, Mr Thompson is a very important man!

Thompson raises the microphone to his lips but before he can speak, the fans begin to boo heavily forcing him to pause.

Axel Reid: These fans showing that like me, they don’t want to hear anything from this man here tonight...

Ruby Parvati: And these fans, like you, have no respect for this man...

Thompson waits for the fans booing to die down and when they finally do, he once again raises the microphone to his lips.

Theodore Thompson: Ladies and gentlemen, my name...is Theodore Thompson...and I am the Uncle and advocate for the man standing beside me, the ‘Man of Steel’...EDWARD...MYERS!!!

The fans boo heavily once again which causes Myers to chuckle slightly before turning to Thompson and saying to him, ‘I love the way you say that, can you say it again?’

Theodore Thompson: EDWARD...MYERS!!!

Myers chuckles again and Thompson smirks.

Theodore Thompson: Now that my client has finished his business with Mr McCann, my client has asked me to address the other business that needs tending too...

The fans begin chanting for Seifer Black which cause both Myers and Thompson to laugh.

Theodore Thompson: You people would really love to see Mr Black now wouldn’t you...or wait...is that the business you think I was referring too?

Both Thompson and Myers shake their heads, smiling.

Theodore Thompson: Oh no, you see, my client has finished his business with Mr Black, he finished that business two weeks ago when he took a steel chair and smashed it right between the eyes of that face-paint wearing freak of nature! No, the business I was referring too was the business that was taking place...before Mr Black decided to stick his nose where it didn’t belong...that business being to rid the wrestling world of our esteemed Director of Wrestling Operations, Ryan Omega!

The fans cheer wildly at the mere mention of Omega’s name.

Theodore Thompson: So Mr Omega, if you would be so kind, we have some unfinished business to attend too so could you please come on out here...so we can finish said business!

Suddenly the lights go out and “Firestarter” by Sepultura starts blasting out the sound system as the fans go wild and Seifer Black walks out onto the stage walking to either side getting the crowd more pumped up as the lights come back on and the music fades out.

Theodore Thompson: Excuse me Sir, what are you doing out here my client is done with...

Before he can finish his sentence, Black holds up a hand and raises his microphone to his lips.

Seifer Black: Hang on Theo old boy, I've been wanting to do this for ages...

Black then takes a deep breath and clears his throat.

Seifer Black: Ladies and gentlemen, my name...is Seifer Black...and I am...

Much like how Black cut Thompson off earlier, Thompson does the same.

Theodore Thompson: Who the Hell do you think you are? You come out here interrupting us and then you proceed to mock me?!?! How dare you Sir...

Seifer Black: First of all, I just said who I am...where you not listening? Second of all, I dare very much because it is hilarious. Seriously how do you go through all that week by week while keeping a straight face...

Thompson chuckles a little, shaking his head.

Theodore Thompson: Mr Black, you think you’re so funny don’t you? Maybe that chair shot you took at Armed and Dangerous messed up your head a little bit...my client here has already stated that the chair shot you received from him that night was a warning shot to stay out of his business! My client could have very easily continued his assault on you that night after he hit you...but he didn’t...why he didn’t? I honestly don’t know, but I’m sure he has his reasons. But he gave you a warning to stay away and yet here you are...

Seifer Black: Yeah I’ll be honest, I've never been the brightest of person when it comes to avoiding a fight, I have the flaw where I just love to get into a good scrap. You know what I’ll do for you though, I have a wager for you...

He gives a long sigh, crossing his arms before raising the microphone back to his mouth.

Theodore Thompson: I’m listening...

Seifer Black: Good! Well then, how about we play a game, a simple one of chair toss, you get your shaved gorilla...I mean Eddy boy over there to take the chair at ringside there and come back into the ring with it, if he can throw the chair onto the stage from there you will never see me again...

Thompson and Myers look to one another and chuckle a little before turning their attention back to Black.

Theodore Thompson: So you’re telling me that if my client can throw a steel chair from in this ring to the stage you’re on...then you’ll just go ahead and leave us alone and never bother us again?

Black nods before Myers then leaves the ring, grabs a steel chair and slides back into the ring with it as Thompson glances over to him before then turning back to Black.

Theodore Thompson: Well I guess that means that my client accepts your wager. So I guess all that’s left to say to you Mr Black is simply...it’s been a pleasure knowing you...okay that was a lie. Good riddance!

Seifer Black: Good lad Eddy doing good so far...

With a roar of anger, Myers throws the up the ramp landing at the top of it as the two of them start to laugh.

Seifer Black: WAIT!

Thompson and Myers stop laughing and turn their attention to Black.

Theodore Thompson: What do you mean wait?!?! My client won your wager! Now turn around, walk back through that curtain and back to your locker room like a good boy...

Black then takes out a measuring tape from his pocket measuring from the chair which appears to have just reached the stage.

Seifer Black: Nope, your client was half a centimetre off, camera man if you would...

The camera man goes up close showing the gap up close on the big screen showing half a centimetre of space.

Seifer Black: Thank you Gary, now you lost, which means I get to carry on talking and for a bonus point to me, I now have a chair to sit on...

As Black sets up the chair to sit down on it, Thompson raises the microphone to his lips however Myers snatches the microphone from Thompson’s grasp and raises the microphone up to his lips.

Edward Myers: How about you quit all this pathetic joking around, walk down that ramp, get into this ring and take the biggest beating you’ll ever suffer in your entire life courtesy of me!

Seifer Black: Like I am going to do that, I am having way too much fun up here, now I am nice and comfortable and this is a comfortable chair, I may take it home with me. Anyway back to the issues at hand, you see you say we are done but I say we have only just begun, so I am going to show to the world the premier first edition of a part of the show I like to call...MESSING WITH THOMPSON!

The fans start to chant ‘YES!’ at these words, leaving the two men confused in the ring.

Seifer Black: Now, I would like to first take you to a live camera I have in the parking lot of this very establishment...

Black then points up at the big screen as the camera comes on showing a limo.

Seifer Black: I may be wrong, but is that your prized company limo I see on the screen Teddy boy?

Suddenly Thompson snatches the microphone back off of Myers.

Theodore Thompson: You’re joking right!?!?

Black looks back up at the titantron and then looks back at Thompson with a look of confusion on his face.

Seifer Black: I never joke about comfortable chairs...this really supports my back...now stop being a UFC fighter and answer the damn question, is this your limo or not?

Theodore Thompson: Yes! Yes it is my limo! And if you lay a finger on it, I swear that my client will make you wish you had never been born!

Seifer Black: How can I lay my hands on it? I am all the way out here...honestly I thought you where smart. Have to say, I give you kudos in your choice of limos, its very nice...

Theodore Thompson: I am a smart man Mr Black and I know you wouldn’t show my limo on the titantron if you didn’t have something planned! So what the Hell do you have planned exactly?

Seifer Black: I’m glad you asked...Stacy are you back there?

Stacy Jones: Yes I am Seifer, are we ready...

Seifer Black: That we are, go right ahead with operation crap...

Stacy Jones: Yes sir...

A moment later, Jones comes on screen, jumping onto the limo roof with a hose, sticking it into the sunroof, a moment later a noise can be heard as something is heard flooding into the limo, a moment later the windows buckle and break spewing out human waste.

Seifer Black: Yep, it’s your limo now, its as full of crap as you are...

Still in shock, it takes Thompson a moment to respond.

Theodore Thompson: MYERS! GET HIM NOW!!

Seifer Black: Hence my cue to leave, don't forget to buy your Seifer shirt at the merchandise stands, Thompson’s licence plate is TT0001 and goodbye for now...

Black picks up the chair and runs backstage before Myers can get to him leaving Thompson in the ring.

Axel Reid: Well it seems as if Seifer Black is having some fun here tonight at the expense of Edward Myers and Theodore Thompson...

Ruby Parvati: Seifer Black is one of the most disrespectful human beings I have ever known! I hope he gets what he deserves, a severe beating from my Eddy...

Seifer Black/Stacy Jones vs Cera/Brett Carson

We return after a quick word from our sponsor, only to see 'the Archangel' Seifer Black and 'the Next Level Athlete' Brett Carson in the ring, having joined their tag partners of the night. They hover on the outside, with the two women inside, Jerry Heisenberg having already announced the match and competitors. Stacy's manager/fiance, Tayla Williams, and Cera's manager/punching bag Jen Ryette, are both a bit further back, watching... as now all we're waiting on is the bell...

Ruby Parvati: This is sure to be an intriguing match, Axel. You have two rather muscular men, both over 6 feet tall and weighing more than 200lbs, and two smaller yet well-trained and talented women...

Axel Reid: I'm surprised that you'd compliment Stacy.

Ruby Parvati: It isn't that she's not talented. She simply doesn't hold a candle t-

Axel Reid: Either way, you're right Ruby. The contrast on either team is evident, but when pitting the two together... they're pretty evenly matched!

Ruby Parvati: ...indeed. And with the words shared between Cera and Stacy mere moments ago... we know this will be quite a brutal bout.

As soon as Ruby says this, our attention whips back to the ring right as the bell sounds, signalling the start of the match! Cera doesn't move, pale eyes resting on Stacy, similar to a wolf gazing at it's prey. But Stacy proves to be far from a victim, striking first by lunging forward! She pops a rough kick right to the other woman's chest, sending her stumbling backward, out of breath. But Jones isn't stopping there, continuing forward to swiftly snap a knee into her foe's abdomen. As Cera doubles over, Stacy grabs the Baddest Bitch's head for a DDT... but Cera uses that free arm to punch Jones in the stomach! There's a brief second where Stacy loosens her hold, which gives her opponent enough time to break free and trip Jones up!

Ruby Parvati: And here's the swift comeback!

Axel Reid: Don't be so sure, Ruby. Cera seems to be taking some time to recover. That's a mistake, as Stacy's already up and heading to the ropes!

Ruby Parvati: ...oh boy.

As she comes off the ropes, Jones quickly hits a brutal running corkscrew neckbreaker on Cera before she can even react! The crowd is cheering Stacy on, happy about how this match has gone so far, and she lifts an arm to the excited fans. This causes them to react even louder, as Jones then strolls over to her tag partner and tags him in. With Cera momentarily laid out, Seifer easily gets her into a surfboard position, quickly rolling her so that she's facing upward in the air. Stacy immediately takes advantage and handsprings into the ropes, coming back to crash into the Baddest Bitch with a moonsault!! She then quickly rolls out of the ring at barely a 3 count, the ref nodding as Black nods approvingly toward his partner.

Axel Reid: Those two work wonderfully together.

Ruby Parvati: Well they ARE friends, so it's to be expected.

Axel Reid: Meanwhile, Brett is NOT looking thrilled. Especially now that Cera's being covered by 'the Archangel'!



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Ruby Parvati: Yes! Cera won't be giving up THAT easily! And lucky for her, Stacy crashing onto her put her in the perfect placement... at she and Brett's corner!

Carson reaches under the ropes, as Seifer starts to get to his feet, going to grab Cera to lift her up. But she quickly whips an arm out toward Brett and slaps his hand. The Next Level Athlete grins in an almost frightening way, as he straightens and uses the ropes to springboard himself in, hitting his Athlete's Foot in midair! The single-legged dropkick sends Black tumbling to the mat, whilst also knocking Cera backward. She catches herself, shakes off the cobwebs, then angrily moves forward and gets in Brett's face!! They start bitching each other out in the middle of the ring, as Seifer is seen recovering.

Ruby Parvati: What are they DOING?!

Axel Reid: Those two may be partners, but they're still at each other's throat! They better stop arguing, the ref is counting them down! If he gets to five, they're disqualified!

Back in the ring, Brett seems to have realized this and right when the ref hits the 4 count, he grabs hold of Cera and literally THROWS her over the nearby top rope... right at an unsuspecting Stacy, who is standing on the apron and watching this all go down!! Both women fly to the ground outside the ring, as Carson brushes his hands off, turns around... and is met with a hard clubbing fist via Seifer!! This stuns Brett long enough for Black to whip him to the opposite corner, then swiftly follow and continue the assault with his Machine Gun chops, which whip into Carson's chest violently! The crowd begins chanting along with each chop, up to nearly a dozen... when suddenly Brett sees an opening and pops the other man right in the mouth!!

The attack startles Seifer, and Carson follows through with a spinning back fist that sends his foe to the mat! But somehow Black seems to be shaking it off rather quickly, and he dizzily starts to move back to his feet... however, Brett isn't done, grabbing hold of the other man to hit a high-angle fisherman's suplex!! The crowd, who had joyfully gotten behind Seifer, now throws abuse Carson's way as the Next Level Athlete covers his foe...



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Axel Reid: Seifer with a shoulder up, and he immediately rolls away from Brett to tag Stacy!

Ruby Parvati: Back and forth, back and forth...

Jones gets in the ring quickly, as Black dazedly lands on the outside of the ring. On the other side of the ring, Cera stands on the apron and is glowering over toward her tag partner. She seems to have calmed down, but still isn't looking too cheery as her partner and Stacy begin circling one another. Brett mouths off to the smaller woman, a very obvious (and loud) 'dyke' escaping his lips. This sends some of the crowd into a frenzy, as they chant 'SCREW YOU BRETT' over and over again. Of course, Carson laughs at this, as Stacy simply shakes her head and points at him. She slowly turns her arm, before beckoning him forward...

Axel Reid: Stacy doesn't seem to be affected by his insults.

Ruby Parvati: Well little miss Tayla doesn't seem too thrilled. I'm genuinely surprised that she, and Jen for that matter, are both standing on the sidelines without interfering whatsoever.

Axel Reid: I'm pretty sure they realize there's enough people in that ring. And they seem confident in their counterparts.

Ruby Parvati: But they're BEHAVING!

Axel Reid: Tayla is probably doing it out of respect for her fiance... Jen is probably just trying to confuse us. Either way, I'm not so much interested in what they're doing... so much as Brett's failed attempts at hitting Stacy!

Our attention is drawn back to the ring, as we see Carson throwing out swing after swing, and each one is being dodged by Jones! He seems to be getting a little frustrated, and he goes from fists to feet, snapping a kick into Stacy's shin! She cries out and drops to a knee, and Brett pops her with a knee lift, before finishing off the Ultimate Athlete Combo with him coming off the ropes and popping a boot into his opponent's face! Before Stacy can hit the mat, Brett gets hold of her and picks her up in a Northern lights position.

Meanwhile, we can see both Cera and Seifer, having recovered around the same time, now on the apron on either side of the ring. Black shakes away the cobwebs, and doesn't see Brett go right at him and swing Stacy around, wiping the other man out with her feet! He then finishes the suplex and goes for the cover...



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Axel Reid: Not yet.

Ruby Parvati: What aggravating resilience.

As Ruby says this, we see Brett sigh and move to stand. He pulls Stacy up, but she's quick to suddenly grab his finger and twist it back! He yelps, and isn't quick enough to dodge the european uppercut Stacy throws his way! He starts, giving the smaller woman enough time to tag Seifer in and leave the ring, nodding her partner's way as she heads over to a shouting Cera. The Archangel narrows his eyes at an agitated Brett, who charges right at him... only to get back body dropped out of the ring!

We can see Cera getting pelted with popcorn by fans, and after all she just witnessed, it's enough to make her angry. She turns around to start shouting at the crowd, while on the other side of the ring, Brett is slowly coming to. He groggily gets to his feet and is about to head back to the ring... only for a fan on his side to call him a "FA-bleep-GOT". The word alone is enough to set HIM off, as he whirls and stares threateningly that person's way.

As the two are on opposite sides of the ring, snapping at the fans for differentiating reasons, we notice the ref start a slow count. It would seem that Stacy is on the outside near Cera's side of the ring, and Seifer is near Brett's, and the two both suddenly make a mad dash forward to suicide dive through the ropes, running right into either foe and transitioning the dives into tornado DDTs!! The simultaneous move sends the crowd into roaring cheers, as both Cera and Carson are knocked for a loop!

Axel Reid: Oh, Wow! Those two must have quite a bit of chemistry to mirror each other like that! Insane!

Ruby Parvati: Bullsh-bleep- is what I'D call it...

We can hear the ref call out a 6, and Seifer shakes his head, not wanting the match to go this way. So he quickly grabs hold of the dazed Brett and rolls him into the ring, before stepping in himself. He then starts to go down for the cover... when Carson suddenly sits upright and slams his head roughly into the other man's! Black falls back onto his bottom, as Brett rolls away... and keeps rolling... across the entire length of the ring. He nearly falls off the edge, but catches himself and looks up to see Cera having pulled herself up to stand. They just stare at each other for a moment, before the Baddest Bitch rolls her eyes and tags herself in, the slap a bit harsh and making Carson wince.

As Cera rolls under the ropes and tiredly stands, Brett recovers on the outside and peers at a confident looking Stacy nearby. She strolls to the other side, then hops up on the apron, while the Next Level Athlete does the same on the side he's on. In the ring, Cera and Seifer are sizing one another up. Finally, the Baddest Bitch runs forward. She ducks under a forearm shot, comes off the ropes, and when Black turns around, she hits a bicycle kick to his chest! It knocks the breath out of him, and she follows through with a back crescent kick! He falls back, but catches his footing. However, Cera keeps coming with a backhand to the right side of his face... then a backhand to the other side with her other hand. This is followed by a bell clap, and ends with her grabbing his head and slamming his face into her knee!!

Ruby Parvati: Know Your Place! Finally, Cera is getting the upperhand!

Axel Reid: Spoke too soon, Ruby...

Cera is about to go down for the cover, but Seifer suddenly kips up!! The Baddest Bitch seems genuinely stunned, as that's one of the things she herself is known to do, but Black merely pops his back and grins at her, before hitting her with an elbow smash! It knocks her back, and he grabs her by the arm to Irish whip her into the nearest corner. He then follows this by riling up the cheering crowd a bit, before charging forward with a spear!!!

Axel Reid: OH! To conclude that combination with a spear right into the corner!! That HAS to hurt!

Ruby Parvati: The fans seem perfectly okay with that.

Cera coughs and grimaces in pain, but before Seifer can continue his vicious assault, the Baddest Bitch ducks under his arm and moves away from the corner. She then waits for the larger man to turn, then spins around and hits a high 540 roundhouse kick that connects with Black's mouth, previously puffed up thanks to Brett. The boot to his face is enough to split his lip, and he falls back. Seifer licks his lips, obviously in pain, yet seemingly not too affected. Cera, still feeling the effects of the spear from before, backs up to her assigned corner and tags Brett in. Stacy, now on the apron herself in her own corner, taps her partner's shoulder and says something to her. He smirks and nods, as we see Brett and Cera quickly move toward their foes.

Seifer tags Stacy in, before backing up into the turnbuckle and climbing atop without looking, his eyes on the oncoming Brett. Carson notices this, but with his attention on the other man, he doesn't see Stacy lurch forward with an incredibly powerful superkick, that knocks him down back-first onto the mat! Cera instantaneously jumps into action, clotheslining Jones out of the ring at an unreal speed, long enough for the Baddest Bitch to scramble back to where her partner is... right as Seifer jumps off the turnbuckle, diving down... only to be caught by Cera with a codebreaker!

Crowd: HOLY SH-bleep-! HOLY SH-bleep-! HOLY SH-bleep-!

Axel Reid: Whoa! Into the Fire!! We haven't seen Cera utilize that move in a LONG time!

Ruby Parvati: And what a move it was! Seifer has been utterly knocked for a loop. The poor man has to roll himself out of the ring. Even the ref seems distracted... did he just tell one of the ring aids to check if Seifer is still alive???

Axel Reid: The fans are shocked!

Ruby Parvati: Cover your ears, Axel... they're about to go from that shocked silence, to very loud and angry booing. Cera is taunting them, her opponents, and even Brett!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!

Axel Reid: There it goes! There are probably about three or four different chants, telling Cera to either go die, or to f-bleep- herself... not to mention the ear-splitting negativity they're sending her way! One of wrestling's most hated, ladies and gentlemen!

Ruby Parvati: Ah... the look of pure unadulterated arrogance on Cera's face is simply wonderful.

Axel Reid: Well it's about to wiped off her face in a second! Stacy is back on the apron, and about to get revenge for her friend!!

Cera's smirk starts fading as the ref holds up three fingers, his voice finally able to be heard, and it hits four... but the count stops when Jones suddenly dives right at the Baddest Bitch and hits a hurricanrana! The move itself practically throws Cera out of the ring, and she rolls the rest of the way, dazedly landing on the ground outside, as Stacy pops back to her feet and focuses on a slowly standing Brett. The fans have gone from angry to elated in a matter of seconds, as Jones gazes in frustration at the Next Level Athlete.

As Carson stands, Stacy gets in there with a right hand! Brett grimaces and returns the favor, before kneeing her in the gut. She doubles over, and he goes to kick her again... but she scrambles out of the way, before coming back with a kick to her foe's right side, then the left! Stacy follows this with a spinning back kick to Carson's gut, making him drop to his knees, before she finishes off with a buzzsaw style kick to the side of his head!! Brett drops to the mat, groaning, and Jones grins as the fans get behind her once more. She then handsprings off the nearby ropes, coming back with a moonsault to cap this all off!

Axel Reid: I must say, all four competitors seem very competent in the ring. Stacy's own knowledge and awareness is one of VoW's strongest!

Ruby Parvati: I suppose... there's the cover, anyway.



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Axel Reid: He didn't stay down!

Ruby Parvati: I've a feeling it's mostly because Brett has a hard head.

Axel Reid: Ha. Probably.

We see Stacy slap the mat in frustration, before she gets up, pulling Brett up with her. He shakes his head dazedly, before smirking her way, almost mocking her. And that sets her off. She scowls in anger, before throwing out a punch. It's a bit sloppy... as is the next one, and the third. She continues with a fourth, before bolting past Carson toward the ropes. But Brett whirls around and swiftly follows, grabbing her by the hair before she can do anything. He yanks her back, and as soon as she stumbles, he turns around himself and lurches forward with a hard clothesline!

Axel Reid: Her own temper got the better of her! And Brett control of the situation!

Ruby Parvati: In the span of a few minutes, she's been clotheslined by BOTH of her opponents!

Axel Reid: And yet she's still standing! That woman has an amazing amount of willpower.

The clothesline violently knocks Stacy backward, and she dizzily falls against the ropes, clinging to them for support. Seifer is on the opposite side of the apron, and he hurries to the assigned corner, to his tag partner. But their opponents are already moving, the Baddest Bitch reaching a fist out as the Next Level Athlete yanks Stacy forward and into the middle of the ring. Carson stiffly knees Jones in the abdomen to stall her, before bumping Cera's knuckles!!

Ruby Parvati: And there's yet another tag-in!! Geez...

Axel Reid: It IS a TAG match, Ruby...

Cera wipes the sweat from her brow, grabbing the ropes and watching as Brett then quickly grabs hold of a still dazed Stacy, hooking her leg and getting her into a belly-to-back suplex position. The Baddest Bitch smirks and swiftly gets in the ring herself, rushing forward to snap out her infamous scorpion kick right on cue! The Xtreme speed nearly knocks Stacy's head clean off, as Seifer desperately reaches toward her to tag himself in. But Carson has other ideas, finishing his team's little combo by completing his 'Next Level Stuff', dropping Stacy Jones on her head with a piledriver!!!

Axel Reid: OH SH-bleep!-

Ruby Parvati: Brett is out of the ring, and Cera is now covering Stacy!!



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Ruby Parvati: W-what?

Axel Reid: Wow. Stacy got a shoulder u-...

BAM!!!

BAM!!!!

Axel Reid: Well then. The crowd is now officially going hysterical.

Ruby Parvati: Because Cera just slammed Stacy's head into the mat! TWICE! And she's covering her again!



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Ruby Parvati: THEY DID IT!!!

Axel Reid: Geez... that's sure to be a concussion!

Ruby Parvati: That almost didn't happen... phew.

Axel Reid: Amazing amount of tenacity from Stacy, as well as Seifer, but their opponents simply got the upperhand in the end! What a match!

Jerry Heisenberg: The winners via pinfall... BRETT CARSON AND CERA!!!

Seifer isn't looking too happy, as he and Tayla check on their friend. But Brett and Cera, both exhausted from the hard fought match, share a rather cocky look, before both of them smirk. Carson takes advantage of the moment and snatches the Xcel title away from a concerned Tayla, resting it on his shoulder and staring coolly down at Stacy, who's coming to, and Seifer, who glares up at him icily. Our scene fades on the wicked grin playing on Brett's lips, the championship glinting on his broad shoulder...

The static of a television buzzing off goes off in the distance before we get a black and white picture of what looks to be an old school wrestling camp with some mats on the outside, a ring that is smaller in terms of dimensions than most you see in wrestling and a couple of ropes for climbing upwards in an old school ‘no thrills’ environment. In the distance you can see what appears to be a gruff, elder statesmen of the business in shorts and a t-shirt barking orders to the hopefuls but not close enough to get an exact idea of what he is saying. After a couple of seconds a door swings open and before he even enters the picture…his gruff voice gives away who it is.









Seth Iser: People forget how hard it is…to make it in our industry…and then that forgetfulness becomes ignorance whenever they throw it back in our faces like a Republican on a Climate Change debate or the ignorance of teabaggers whenever they falsely claim our President has no respect for the military when he gets out of a plane and salutes the military with a coffee cup. This shows where our priorities are in that our society manipulates our military to lose their god damn lives in meaningless wars on sand yet they condemn our Commander in Chief for trying to be as peaceful as possible to AVOID death just because he’s black and salutes with a god damn coffee cup instead of burying himself in a poor mutt…you begin to understand why I think the wrestling fans and the ignorant people in general are usually the worst part of this wonderful industry.











The people in the arena are screaming insults but obviously Iser can’t hear them in his place as he walks right into the view…wearing a dapper suit without the sunglasses and a cold, angry look etched onto his face that screams intensity. The instructor and the students both notice Iser’s presence because of his low voice and then the camera that is on them. Before they can do anything, Iser’s glare is there as if to say go about your own business while I conduct mine.











Seth Iser: For every star that makes it here in the industry…there’s a couple that don’t really have a stellar career and move on to a different job…and then there’s many who don’t even survive the process of getting into the business. It’s the type of job that you have to love when you first start because you aren’t getting paid…you’re begging for work…and all the people who have made it slightly don’t want another guy swimming in the tank to take away from the money they fought. It’s a cutthroat world.











Iser frowns as he glances toward the trainer leading the students by the hand by going through squats as he taps the hard apron on the ring…the same thing that did break his orbital bone a little over a month ago. Even through the mask of an emotionless face he’s put on the anger that is in his eyes just remembering that event as well as the neck issues that forced him to step away still greatly bother him.











Seth Iser: I’m not going to lie and say I haven’t been a cutthroat man to survive in this industry because I have. This business taints every heart that’s in it…introducing you to the ultimate competition…as well as the side effects of living the high and mighty lifestyle.











Iser begins to trail off a little after the last sentence as he’s just remembering some of his darkest days. There’s a noticeable twitch of anger that shoots through his face as he steps on the apron of this small ring with his six foot five frame and enters it almost as if he’s tapping his foot on the canvas before frowning.











Seth Iser: Not good enough..not harsh enough to give some of these kids half a chance of making it…











Iser sneers in disgust before glancing back at the camera in black and white for a second before peering his eyes on the students starting to be worked to the brim. After a couple of seconds of studying how hard the trainer is…and the trainer is very hard…screaming obscenities at the kids who are slacking he still has that sneer of disgust etched on his face.











Seth Iser: Cutthroat element has taken away the respect element too. Both you Vanessa…and I are very aware of the lack of respect in the industry now…not just from people but from wrestlers themselves. Adrian Specter for you…Mike Park for me as people that have wronged us in a personal and professional sense and made our lives hell in different ways…but even despite that…I treat this as it is at this point…a business…something that’s a privilege to be…and something to be very hard to get good at…and you have too much fun with it.











Iser spits out on the floor, revolted at the word fun with that cold glare on his face but the fire lit in his eyes. With one glance with how hard the work out is…just this initial welcome work out…you can see half of the kids that wanted to get involved walk out the door on day one. At seeing this, Iser calmly grabs the top rope and tugs on it slightly.







Seth Iser: In due time..I’m wrestling a lass that HAS made it…made it on a level one can argue is higher than mine in terms of championships. She’s a three time world champion to my two even…accomplished just about everything there is to and can accomplish even more if she sets her mind to it…but…











Iser just runs his hand through his temple after the word but…hesitating slightly…his tone softening just slightly.







Seth Iser: But…as long as she’s just here to have fun…she’ll never be what she should…and that’s one of the legends instead of the highly respected…and there is a difference. A huge difference.











The last sentence picks the tone back up and the intensity that he’s projecting. There’s almost a sense of wounded pride.











Seth Iser: If she’s out there to have fun…and not wrestle me…or anyone she has a bond with as hard as she’d wrestle someone else…she’ll never make that leap…and if you do that to me Vanessa…I don’t think I can forgive that as a wrestler. You HAVE to be at your best…so when I say I’m just that cut above…when I am just that little bit better…I, myself, am one step closer to the mantle that many of the fans and some historians put you at…and that’s as a legend of this industry.











Iser brushes the hair out of his eyes so we get a good view in black and white of the intensity…before it transitions to full color and we see the green stripes on his suit, the black ropes…and the assortment of young talent that even jacked to the gills are continuing to drop out like flies and Iser just has this sneer on his face.











Seth Iser: This isn’t fun for me anymore. It’s a job…a means to an end…and a chance to have a lasting legacy…and beating you…is the next step in cementing it. It’s business…even if it feels all the more personal…and all the less fun. But…I need to leave this business better off than it was…and beating you puts me in better position to do that…because even at seventy-five percent…we both know and everyone knows that they’ll see one of the best matches this company and entire industry will ever see when the two of us wrestle on the pay per view stage.











Iser then just coldly has this glare on his face…no arrogance in his voice…just pure determination.











Seth Iser: Just…because I’m not doing this for fun…and treat it like work and the respect you should…I will be the better wrestler when the day is over.











With that last sentence…Iser calmly exits the ring, glancing at the kids who made it through the opening work out before he lumbers out of the training facility.