Breakthrough (Edition #35) Results!

Dathyn Vs. Joanna Thade

Axel Reid: Well we’re going to start our festivities here in Cardiff with a match putting one-half of the VoW Twin City Champions, Judas Dathyn, against the re-debuting Joanna Thade, who as far as we can tell has made some positive changes to her life.

Ruby Parvati: You mean Joanna “goody-two-shoes” Thade? Yeah, I can see her REALLY changing for the better…

Axel Reid: So you don’t think Joanna can stay on the good path, Ruby?

Ruby Parvati: I just think being a little menacing and unpredictable is much more fun, Axel. Clearly Joanna wants to go the boring route, and I blame her interaction with Matt Slater for that. He defines boring, and it’s not helping her at all.

Axel Reid: I don’t think he’s boring. I actually think he’s pretty great. But it’s funny you should mention Slater, Ruby, because we just got word a few minutes ago that something interesting happened before the start of our show tonight. We have the footage cued up for those who are watching at home right now, courtesy of our Backstage Interviewer Darius Yates.

Ruby Parvati: Ooo, I wonder what juicy scoops he picked up? I can’t wait to find out!

Axel Reid: According to Darius he spotted… well, it’ll be best to show you. Here’s what happened outside the arena earlier tonight.

With a transitional wave, the view of Axel and Ruby at the commentary table changes to that of Darius Yates staring directly at us, dressed in a fine suit and being recorded by his fellow cameraman somewhere in the backstage area. It appears to be a desolate corridor with equipment cases lining the walls, but an emergency exit is directly behind him, partly open for some inexplicable reason.

Darius, without much delay, raises his personal microphone to his lips and begins to speak enthusiastically.

Darius Yates: Ladies and gentleman my name is Darius Yates, and right now I am fully prepared to give you an exclusive interview with someone I have been meaning to talk to for a number of weeks. He is currently standing outside in the parking lot directly behind me, and hopefully he’ll still be there by the time we reach him. This should be quite the exciting interview, and I’m sure I’ll have plenty more for you to watch at your leisure directly from the Visionaries of Wrestling website. And in case you guys are wondering, there has been no sign of the two hooded figures that interrupted our Main Event in Belfast. Hopefully they don’t make an appearance tonight. Let’s go!

Signalling the cameraman to follow him, Darius hastily approaches the emergency exit and pushes the door further open. As the cameraman gets a better view beside Darius, we get the scene of the parking lot, lit up by artificial lighting that gives the location a distinct orange hue. Standing out there is a winter-dressed Matt Slater, talking on the phone as he stands beside a parked car.

Darius Yates: I’m sure he won’t mind the interruption if we’re nice enough…

Taking the risk, Darius briskly walks outside as the cameraman follows. As they near Slater’s position, the microphones in Darius’ hand and the one integrated into the camera pick up his private conversation.

Matt Slater: Listen, Amy, nothing bad is going to happen to me. As far as Robinson is concerned, he’s not going to intimidate me, and neither will the whereabouts of those two people in hooded cloaks… of course I’m going to watch my back… okay… alright, I’ll speak to you later. Don’t worry about me, okay? You take care.

As soon as Slater finishes his phone-call - a sight that Darius treats as a convenience - Darius makes his presence aware to The Silver Knight.

Darius Yates: Mr Slater?

Adjusting the strap of his bag on his shoulder, Slater turns and looks at Darius.

Darius Yates: I apologize for the sudden interruption, but I just wanted to say, it really is good to see you again in VoW.

Darius extends his hand for a handshake, which Slater humbly accepts.

Matt Slater: Thank you, Darius. You’re looking pretty good yourself.

Darius Yates: Fresh and proper! Anyway, I was wondering if it was okay to get a quick interview with you, something exclusive for the fans to watch at home?

Darius points to the camera, which Slater briefly acknowledges.

Matt Slater: I don’t see why not.

Darius Yates: Great! Well, okay, Here’s my first question. How do you think things have gone so far since you decided to come out of retirement and wrestle once again?

Matt Slater: I have to say, the moment I came out to wrestle my match at Armed and Dangerous, the reception I got from those fans in Thunder Bay made my choice worth it. Coming back from retirement was a hard decision for me to make, but I truly believe that I made--

?: NO! I SHOULDN’T…. I will be good, GAH!

Suddenly, both Slater and Darius are taken aback by a feminine scream of frustration. As they look towards the source of the noise, the cameraman quickly locates a disturbed Joanna Thade, frantically searching through an equipment case.

Darius Yates: Hold on, ladies and gentleman, I’ve just…

Matt Slater: Darius…

Having heard the seriousness of Slater’s voice, the cameraman points the camera back at them.

Matt Slater: I don’t think it would be appropriate for you to rush over there and flood her with questions. Let me handle this situation. We can do an interview later.

Reluctantly, Darius nods.

Darius Yates: I’ll respect your wishes, Mr Slater. I hope she’s okay.

Slater then looks directly at the cameraman and not the camera itself.

Matt Slater: And I’d like you to go too. Please don’t record this. Switch it off and go.

The cameraman audibly mutters something, doing so as Darius guides him away from Slater and Joanna Thade. However, as Darius disappears into the building, the cameraman seems to have a change of heart. We hear him adjusting dials on the expensive camera as he moves into a safe hiding spot, making sure he isn’t seen. Eventually he aims the camera at Slater as he approaches Joanna, who is now sat on the case in annoyance. With the audio levels increased, the camera seems to pick up their seemingly-private conversation, with both of them having no knowledge of the cameraman’s presence.

Matt Slater: Joanna? Is everything okay?

Slater puts his bag down and leans on the equipment case, attempting to make Joanna feel comfortable so that she does not break down.

Joanna Thade: I’m struggling Slater. My princess tore out my heart and I want to rip Dathyn to pieces after what he said. But I can’t, I... I have to be good. As much as there are plenty of tools in this box to help, I know better. Gah... why is this so hard?

Joanna stares at the floor as her ankle meets the case with a passive thud. Meanwhile Slater raises his arm, being hesitant to do something. After a short while he places his hand on Joanna’s shoulder.

Matt Slater: You’ve become accustomed to malicious violence, Joanna. You don’t feel the same without it. But I feel… in fact I know... that you have the will-power to overcome this. You don’t need to use weapons anymore, Joanna. You don’t need to follow the instructions of your… vicious peers. You have the skills to beat Dathyn without giving in to that lifestyle.

Swinging her legs, Joanna looks at Slater, and nods. Taking a deep breath Joanna pushes off the case and stands next to Slater.

Joanna Thade: You’re right. I’m just scared with all this noise in my head and it being my first match. I need to remember what got me to this dance, not the past ones. Being the better person, even if it means losing a few teeth.

Joanna smiles at Slater before giving him a quick hug. Although taken aback slightly, Slater accepts the hug.

Joanna Thade: Now where’s catering? I’m craving an apple before I force one down Dathyn’s throat. It’ll keep the doctor away if I remember the saying correctly.

Matt Slater: It should do. Let’s go inside and get warm.

Once Slater and Joanna begin to walk towards the rear exit, the cameraman hastily lowers the camera and switches off the recording. We then transition back to Axel and Ruby at the commentary table.

Axel Reid: So you see, Ruby, Joanna is trying to be good after all.

Ruby Parvati: Oh come on, Axel. Did you see how much she was struggling? This nice facade she’s putting on won’t last long, and Slater will get egg on his face for helping her instead of chunks of apple.

Axel Reid: But the question is, can Joanna succeed against Dathyn? We’ll find out in a few moments!

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, a Bo staff on his back and one of the Twin City Championships around his waist. Dathyn continues towards the ring, paying very little attention to the fans.

Jerry Heisenberg: Ladies and gentleman this opening contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, he stands 6’2” and weighed in tonight at 195lbs… he is one half of the VoW Twin City Champions, representing The Cut-Throat Corps… DATHYN!!!

Axel Reid: I’ll just say this, Ruby. Dathyn is a man that chose the dark path and never looked back. That’s the difference between him and Joanna. Joanna wants to escape that path, whereas Dathyn… well, he embraces it, just like his partner Cera.

Ruby Parvati: And he’s become successful because of that choice! First he wins the VoW Twin City Championships with Cera, and then he pins Patrick Jones in a Tag Team Match also featuring Matt Slater! His motives are clear, and they are helping him greatly.

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. He then takes a coin out of his pocket and flips it before cracking a grin and taking a knee.

Axel Reid: This man, without question, is a technical marvel… but he is also sinister. When you have the skills to defeat pretty much anyone, and accompany that with a vicious mean-streak, you have a deadly combination that your opponents will struggle with.

Ruby Parvati: As Joanna will once she steps into that ring… unless she takes that path most travelled and plays Dathyn at his own twisted game.

Once Dathyn stands up and re-pockets the coin, the lights darken once again with a low rumble. The rumble builds until the explosion of sound occurs, cuing the emergence of Joanna from behind the curtain as “New Perspective” by Fireflight plays. Using the opening riffs to energize the crowd Joanna takes center stage, jumping in place and looking around.

Jerry Heisenberg: And his opponent… she stands at 5’4” and weighed in tonight at 145lbs… JOANNA THADE!!!

Joanna skips down the ramp as the lyrics resonate from the speakers, making a point to give as many high fives as she can until she reaches the ring steps. There she holds her hand to her forehead and looks out among the crowd with each mention of “a new perspective”.

Ruby Parvati: Look at that showmanship. It makes me sick…

Axel Reid: She’s turned a new leaf, Ruby. As her song clearly states, it’s a new perspective.

Ruby Parvati: Well the perspective I have is sickening. She should still be someone like Dathyn. But I have a feeling she’ll go back to that road in due time.

Once on the ring apron Joanna springboards into the ring and encourages the crowd until the ref moves her to the corner to await the bell.

Axel Reid: So you give her no hope of succeeding?

Ruby Parvati: Not when you’re against Dathyn with that attitude, and not when you can do so much better and have more fun being a vicious little monster.

Axel Reid: When did you suddenly approve of that behaviour?

Ruby Parvati: We’re close to Halloween, Axel. Plus I’m entertained by that stuff.

The referee signals for the bell after Dathyn puts his championship belt away.

DING DING DING!!!

As soon as she hears the bell, Joanna straightens up and exhales, keeping a close-eye on Dathyn as one-half of the Cut-Throat Corps stalks her from afar in a technical wrestling stance.

Axel Reid: So here we go. Joanna Thade is making a fresh start here in VoW, and Dathyn is dead-set on continuing his winning streak that has been with him since the summer.

Uncharacteristically, Joanna opts to remain distant from Dathyn, although she keeps her hands up with a side-step stance. Dathyn slides towards Joanna’s legs, but Joanna steps away, immediately following up with a swinging kick that Dathyn leans back from. The two competitors return to their respective stances, wanting to anticipate the other’s next move. This time it’s Joanna who rushes forward with a direct punch, but Dathyn masterfully side-steps her arm, grabs it and throws her over with a Judo-style Hip Toss.

Axel Reid: Dathyn taking the early advantage… but he’s not going to capitalize as Joanna rolls towards the ropes.

Ruby Parvati: As if those ropes are going to help her against him. He knows all the tricks of the trade.

Despite having all the time in the world to do something, Dathyn still manages to get stung by a chop from Joanna! The crowd cheer as Joanna connects another chop, but suddenly Dathyn grabs her after the second one and throws her to the canvas with a Belly-to-Belly! Joanna groans from the impact, but she seems to take the punishment well, standing back up without a problem… until Dathyn floors her yet again with an Exploder Suplex!

Ruby Parvati: Look at those suplexes, Axel. Joanna is not going to last long at all!

Axel Reid: I think you’re underestimating how much she can take. Remember, Joanna has taken so much punishment in hardcore matches that she’s become accustomed to the pain.

Ruby Parvati: But she has her limits, as everyone does.

Going for a third suplex, Dathyn successfully takes Joanna over with a Double Arm variation. After this he goes for a cover, with the referee being right on the mark…


ONE!




TW--


Joanna gets her far shoulder up, breaking the cover just after the count of two. Dathyn looks a little agitated, but his expression is one of comfort, knowing he still has the clear advantage at this point. Picking Joanna up, Dathyn grabs her in a side headlock, keeping her under his control as the crowd boo his dominance.

Ruby Parvati: Why are these Welsh people booing mastery? It’s not Dathyn’s fault they don’t know what being good at something is. That’s why they were eliminated from the Rugby World Cup!

Axel Reid: You’ve been watching that?

Ruby Parvati: Not really. I made a note of their failure just in case.

In the meantime, Joanna is trying hard to get out of Dathyn’s headlock. Suddenly, Joanna grabs Dathyn’s hand and opens her mouth-wide, bearing clear white teeth that seem primed to bite down onto his flesh! That’s when she pauses, and as her expression changes, we see that she is struggling to not give in. Eventually she digs her nails into Dathyn’s hand and closes her mouth, but this only results in Dathyn swinging her over with a Headlock Takedown.

Axel Reid: It looked like Joanna was going to bite Dathyn’s hand then, but she didn’t do it!

Ruby Parvati: Goody-two-shoes, once again…

Feeling her lower spine, Joanna gets back to her feet, but Dathyn harshly chops her once she stands up. After this, Dathyn whips her to the ropes and takes her down with a pendulum backbreaker from the rebound, causing Joanna to arch her back in agony!

Axel Reid: Backbreaker from Dathyn, and there’s another cover!

Dathyn shoves Joanna down and makes the cover before the referee counts!


ONE!




TWO!




TH--NO!


Joanna kicks out yet again!

Axel Reid: There’s the tenacity of Joanna Thade! Years of abuse and bloodshed have kept her strong, despite that being a past she’d sooner forget about than to relive.

This time Dathyn scowls, beginning to show cracks in his composed state. Picking Joanna up yet again, Dathyn deals a hard knee before he follows up with another chop. The crowd boo as Dathyn whips Joanna into the corner, at which point he takes the coin out of his pocket yet again.

Axel Reid: What is he doing now?

Dathyn flips the coin and sees the result in his palm. With a smirk, he pockets the coin… only to muster a face of fury and sprint towards Joanna! He dives at her with a pointed knee raised, aiming to crush her head between the turnbuckle pad and his knee… but Joanna dodges the attack, not even seeing Dathyn’s knee collide with the buckle instead!

Ruby Parvati: Damn, he missed!

Axel Reid: He sure did! That coin flip may have inadvertently given Joanna the chance to get the advantage in this match!

Dathyn grabs his knee and winces, now hobbling around as he tries to repair the damage quickly. Seeing the predicament he’s in, Joanna goes right to work on the leg, hammering Dathyn with kicks to the knee and thigh! As the crowd cheer her on, Joanna gets a little distance before she aims a straight kick at Dathyn’s stomach… but Dathyn grabs her foot with his hands and shakes his head!

Ruby Parvati: Now what, Joanna? Now what?

Looking furious again, Dathyn swings her around on one leg, now facing her back before he grasps her for a German Suplex. As he powers Joanna up, she tries to roll forward to counter the suplex, but Dathyn’s grip is steadfast, causing Joanna to quickly stop her fall with her hands. Now balanced only on her hands and being held up by the waist from Dathyn, Joanna can only let Dathyn throw her up upwards… at which point Joanna grabs Dathyn’s head, swings her legs out and plants Dathyn on his face with a Bulldog!

Axel Reid: What a counter! Joanna gave Dathyn a Bulldog right out of that German Suplex!

Ruby Parvati: So Lady Luck is playing favourites tonight? We’ll see how that goes…

Dathyn is up before Joanna can even think of pinning him, but Dathyn makes the mistake of rushing into a snap Arm Drag from the reformed Thade! Dathyn hastily gets back to his feet and tries again, but Joanna gets off another Arm Drag, following it up with a Dropkick as Dathyn recovers from the throw!

Axel Reid: This is not lady luck working now, Ruby! This is Joanna at her finest, despite her lack of experience!

Grabbing Dathyn’s legs, Joanna rolls over his body and rests her weight on him with a Jackknife bridge, keeping Dathyn’s shoulders down as the referee counts the cover!


ONE!




TWO!



Dathyn forces Joanna off his body and simultaneously kicks out before the count of three. Joanna, even with having a damaged spine, grabs Dathyn’s arm and twists her legs around it as he remains on the mat, eventually flipping over and rolling Dathyn into a cradle! The referee counts again!


ONE!




TWO!



Dathyn lifts his shoulders up and shoves Joanna away from him for another kick-out!

Ruby Parvati: Why does Joanna think she can keep Dathyn down with pinfall attempts? He knows how to get out of them.

For a third time Joanna goes for a pinfall variant, this time sitting on Dathyn’s shoulders and rolling forward to pull him into a predicament. But Dathyn is wise to her scheme and blocks being rolled over, instead kneeling on her arms for his own pinfall attempt!


ONE!




TWO!




THR-- NO!


Somehow Joanna gets her shoulder up, even with Dathyn’s weight advantage!

Ruby Parvati: Do you see what I mean?

Axel Reid: Joanna kicked out though.

Ruby Parvati: Lady Luck again...

As soon as both of them stand up, Dathyn goes for another chop, but Joanna blocks it and nails Dathyn with a straight right hand! Dathyn feels his jaw before Joanna peppers him with more punches, doing so as the crowd cheer on her fighting spirit!

Axel Reid: And this is what Joanna is known for, her brawling antics! She may be a small woman, but those punches work a treat, as they’re doing to Dathyn!

Joanna mixes up her offensive flurry with kicks, giving Dathyn quite the beating as the Cardiff crowd enjoy the sight. However, Joanna goes to the well one too many times and Dathyn blocks a punch, giving Joanna a knee in the ribs for her trouble.

Ruby Parvati: Well that’s what happens when you try and square-off with a proficient MMA Fighter, as well as a Technical wrestler.

Shaking his head, Dathyn lunges a kick at Joanna’s head, but she grabs his foot a split-second before it meets her face! Suddenly, Joanna punches Dathyn behind the knee in the joint, resulting in him grabbing at his knee again. But instead of going to the knee again, Joanna grabs his arm and falls backwards, extending her leg under his chin and pulling him hard into the Jaw Dropper!

Axel Reid: Damn what a move! Joanna has Dathyn reeling again!

Unfortunately, Joanna seems to have a wicked gleam in her eyes. Ignoring Dathyn, Joanna focuses on the nearest corner, whereby she approaches the buckles and grabs the rope for the top one.

Axel Reid: Hold on… Joanna, what are you doing?

Ruby Parvati: I told you this would happen, Axel! You didn’t believe me!

The referee asks Joanna what she’s up to, and at that point Joanna stammers. With the rope in her hands Joanna trembles, beginning to shake her head and talk to herself. The crowd watch in confusion as Joanna yells, letting go of the rope and slamming her hand onto the padded buckle instead.

Axel Reid: It seems she overcame that… LOOK OUT!

As Joanna turns around, Dathyn comes flying at her with a Spear into the corner! Joanna folds over Dathyn’s shoulder from the impact, and a nearby camera captures the aggression on the face of one-half of the Cut-Throat Corps.

Ruby Parvati: Now she’s gone and done it.

Breathing heavily, Dathyn hoists Joanna up onto the top rope, seating her there before he nails her with an elbow! Joanna slumps to the side until Dathyn corrects her position and climbs up, seemingly going for a Superplex as he drapes her arm over his neck.

Ruby Parvati: The end is here, Axel. Lady Luck has disappeared!

To Ruby’s dismay, Joanna proves her wrong by hammering Dathyn in the ribs and stomach with a closed fist. As the referee counts how long they should be on the top rope for, Joanna resists the urge to scratch and claw Dathyn’s face off, instead pushing him off the ropes by the face. Dathyn manages to land on his feet, but it doesn’t last long as Joanna leaps off the top rope, landing on Dathyn’s shoulders and swinging him downward with The Undying Hurracanrana!

Axel Reid: Oh my! Dathyn was brought down directly onto his head!

Ruby Parvati: This… this cannot be happening...

With Dathyn lying prone on the mat, Joanna moves amongst the chorus of cheers, ascending the top rope and balancing herself on it, facing away from her opponent!

Axel Reid: Here comes a top rope Moonsault!

Finally executing the Top Rope Moonsault, Joanna rotates through the air… and lands on nothing but canvas! Dathyn moved at the last second, having recovered enough to dodge a match-ending bullet!

Axel Reid: No! Dathyn got away from the Moonsault, and Joanna is in trouble!

Grimacing from the impact, Joanna resides on her knees clutching her abdomen. Despite showing visible discomfort, Joanna forces herself up… only to get hit with a running boot from Dathyn into her stomach! Joanna collapses onto her knees again, but Dathyn quickly seizes the opportunity to do more damage and knees her upwards into a standing position! Joanna is about to collapse again, but Dathan grasps her jaw and chuckles... only to grab her head, twist around and slam her face-first onto his shoulder with A STUNNER!

Axel Reid: Whoa, what… what the hell was that?!

Ruby Parvati: That’s called a Stunner, Axel! You’ve seen it plenty of times before!

Axel Reid: But not from Dathyn! That took me by surprise!

With Joanna laid out from the Stunner, Dathyn goes for a tight cover! The referee counts!


ONE!





TWO!





THREE!!!


The referee signals for the bell!

DING DING DING!!!

Axel Reid: And that did it! Dathyn just defeated Joanna Thade with that Stunner, and I have to say… I was not expecting that!

Ruby Parvati: Unpredictability wins matches, Axel. Surprise your opponent and you’ll reap the benefits. But if Joanna had exposed that turnbuckle earlier… as she SHOULD have done… we could have had a very different outcome.

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

“Sweet Dreams” by Emily Browning plays once again as Dathyn raises his arms in victory, smiling at yet another win on his growing streak. The crowd boo as Dathyn then demands his belt, and it’s not long before he is handed the Twin City Championship swiftly. Snatching the belt away from the referee, Dathyn raises it up proudly, receiving more boos before he looks down at Joanna, smirks callously and leaves the ring.

Axel Reid: You know what? I’m glad Joanna didn’t give in, Ruby. She never broke her promise. She might have lost tonight, but I think she earned respect for that. Not just from me, but from these fans here in Cardiff.

Ruby Parvati: Well if she wants to stay a goody-two-shoes, she better get used to losing then.

Axel Reid: What are you talking about? Joanna came close to winning this match a couple of times, and if she had hit that Moonsault, I think she could have beaten Dathyn.

Ruby Parvati: That’s wishful thinking in hindsight, Axel. I know who Joanna is, and soon she’ll realize who she is, and who she will always be.

Once Dathyn leaves the stage and his music fades away, a slightly-disorientated Joanna is given a round of applause from the crowd as she pushes herself up. She looks around as the cheers grow, only to muster one nod and look down disappointingly before the scene fades.

Zahara Matisse Vs. Damian Knight

The classic pop tune "Lucky Star" by Madonna starts up as spotlights shine upward through the stage toward the rafters above. A light shower of glitter is released from above, catching the aforementioned lights nicely as Zahara Matisse twirls her way through the curtains, coming to a stop at the top of the ramp. She takes a grand bow once there, briefly removing her top hat before rising and putting it back in place. She's all smiles on her way down the ramp, 'magically' creating flowers from the tip of her 'wand' and handing them to the children in the crowd as she passes.

Jerry Heisenberg: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Atlantic City, New Jersey, she stands 5’7” and weighed in tonight at 143lbs… “The Magical Maiden”... ZAHARA MATISSE!!!

Axel Reid: Well this should be quite the interesting Double Debut…

Ruby Parvati: Wait just a second, Axel. What is with this woman? Why all the magic tricks and hoopla?

Axel Reid: That’s just her personality, Ruby. There has been a lot of speculation about Zahara Matisse, but one thing we can all agree on, by the looks of things, is that she is a woman of positivity and vibrance.

Ruby Parvati: She’s such a show-off, and she’s doing it all wrong anyway. What kind of woman gives others flowers? We should RECEIVE them… along with jewellry and wine.

Zahara hops easily onto the apron, briefly posing in front of the ropes before rising and stepping through the top and middle strands before ascending the turnbuckles. Twirling her wand between her fingers, she flicks it in the direction of the ringside fans, showering them with confetti and small streamers, getting a happy reaction in response. Hopping down to the mat, she removes her hat, gloves and coat, setting them beneath the bottom turnbuckle along with her wand before beginning to stretch in preparation for her match.

Ruby Parvati: The last time I got showered with glitter it was at an Awards Show, but that’s beside the point. I don’t like this woman.

Axel Reid: You barely know her!

Ruby Parvati: I know that I’d like to see that wand get shoved up her...

Ruby is interrupted - thankfully- by the dimming of the lights to near pitch-black levels. After a brief moment of silence, "If I Was Your Vampire" by Marilyn Manson blares over the announce system and throughout the arena. All eyes are on the entrance area, the only light from a single spotlight above. A very arrogant and very assured Damian Knight makes his way on out from behind the black curtains followed by his personal valet Mistress Rawlings.They slowly take in the various chants of disdain, Knight oozing with nothing but confidence as he and Rawlings make their way on down the aisle.

Ruby Parvati: Now THIS is more like it...

Jerry Heisenberg: And her opponent, being accompanied to the ring by his valet, Mistress Rawlings, from British Columbia, Canada, he stands 6’3” and weighed in tonight at 266lbs… “The Prince of Macabre”... DAMIAN KNIGHT!!!

Axel Reid: We do not know much about Damian Knight, but we do know that he is a powerful man with a sadistic temperament. The personalities of Damian and Zahara are so far apart that if they went around the world they would almost meet on the other side!

Damian and Rawlings get closer to the ring as he’s swarmed with various boo’s and chants of disdain. Knight pays no attention to them. Slowly he walks around to the black steel steps, leaving his gorgeous valet Mistress Rawlings at ringside before walking on up them and turning slightly to face the fans as his Cheshire smile forms to a more smug smirk. He blows a kiss to Mistress Rawlings before finally turning his attention back to the ring steps.

Ruby Parvati: At least he has a sweet side. Look at the affection he showed his valet then. Now that’s a man.

Axel Reid: Yet you dislike Zahara for doing magic tricks?

Ruby Parvati: I don’t trust magicians… or mimes, while we’re on the subject...

Once his focus is back on the ring steps, methodically, Knight walks on up them as the insults and jeers continue to be heard, not paying attention. He throws his arms out near the ring post, continuing to soak in the hatred from the nearby fans and those around the arena before he steps into the ring and looks at Zahara.

Axel Reid: Anyway, this will be a Double Debut contest tonight, and with our show being dubbed Proving Grounds, these two will definitely want to prove something to the VoW faithful.

DING DING DING!!!

From the bell, Rawlings raises her arm at ringside, which Damian acknowledges and nods accordingly to. He approaches Zahara with quickness in his steps, but as he attempts a lock-up, Zahara performs a cartwheel away from him, causing Knight to stop and look at her quizzically.

Axel Reid: Well this match has only just started, but already we’ve seen how athletic Zahara is. She did do gymnastics before getting into wrestling, after all.

Damian licks the inside of his cheek in thought as he approaches Zahara again, going for another lock-up until Zahara rolls underneath his legs and bounces up to her feet.

Ruby Parvati: What is she playing at? This isn’t a circus.

Axel Reid: The crowd seem to enjoy it though.

The fans applaud Zahara as she bows and blows them kisses, obviously being more concerned with entertaining them than winning a match. Unable to take her attitude, Damian rushes at Zahara for a clothesline, but the Maiden leans backwards with a Matrix-style counter and avoids the attack!

Axel Reid: Oh wow, how often do you see that?!

Already hot-tempered, Damian growls and rushes at Zahara yet again, but his flexible opponent is too diverse, doing a split-leg to avoid another clothesline! After this Zahara runs to the corner and ascends the turnbuckle, inspiring the crowd to cheer and clap, which they do so willingly.

Axel Reid: She’s like a conductor for an orchestra, and these fans are loving it!

Ruby Parvati: Not in the next few seconds they won’t!

Unbeknownst to Zahara, Damien has walked right behind her and is giving her a deathly glare of disapproval. As Zahara waves to a child in the front-row, Knight grabs her from the ropes and carries her over his shoulder to the center of the ring, with Zahara kicking her legs to try and get free.

Ruby Parvati: And here is where the fun ends.

Demonstrating his power, Knight adjusts his hands on Zahara’s waist and lifts her up over his head, with her still facing the same direction. After walking around some more, holding the Maiden up with ease, Knight then stops and launches Zahara up into the air… but somehow Zahara rotates around and grabs Damian by the head with her legs, scissoring them as she falls before she swings Knight around with a Headscissors Takedown!

Ruby Parvati: Preposterous! How on earth did she do that?!

Axel Reid: Maybe it was magic?

Ruby Parvati: Don’t try and be funny…

With Rawlings looking frustrated outside the ring, Zahara manages to trip Damian over with a leg sweep, following it up with a rolling senton leg drop across the back of his head! The crowd applaud this move as Knight rolls away, eventually getting back to his feet and walking directly into a low dropkick at his knee. Damian goes down to one knee, at which point Zahara smiles cheerfully before giving him a Double Knee Facebuster! Stunned from the move, Damian sways on one knee, which gives Zahara time to leap up and bring Knight onto his face with the Trap Chamber!

Axel Reid: Zahara is on fire right now!

Ruby Parvati: That would be a nice magic trick… seeing her spontaneously erupt into flames…

Damian struggles to get back up, but Zahara - after waving to the fans in attendance and getting them pumped up - nails him with a kick to the chest. This in turn leads to a spinning back kick to the back of Knight’s head, which Zahara calls the Shimmerstep!

Axel Reid: Well Zahara may be happy-go-lucky and full of surprises, but we are seeing just how strong and athletically-gifted she is!

Instead of going for the pinfall, Zahara scales the nearest corner to her and perches herself on the top rope. With little room for error, Zahara masterfully pulls off an Imploding 450 Splash on Damian, resulting in wild cheers from the Welsh supporters as they witness the Delightful Dervish!

Axel Reid: And that’s how gifted she is! Did you see that move, Ruby?!

Ruby Parvati: I admit she is athletic… but that’s her only tolerable quality…

After getting the crowd pumped up once more, and having waved to Rawlings at ringside, Zahara helps Damian up to his feet, only to keep him bent over as she grabs his arm, twists herself around it and hooks in a front facelook. Suddenly Zahara falls backwards, slamming Damian down with SEEING STARS!

Axel Reid: That’s the Seeing Stars from Zahara, which I believe is a Scissored DDT of some sort! Damian looks out!

Ruby fails to say a word as Zahara covers Damian!


ONE!




TWO!




THREE!!!


DING DING DING!!!

Axel Reid: And in rather quick fashion, Zahara has won her first match in VoW!

Ruby Parvati: Hmm, maybe that Damian Knight isn’t so good after all…

As Zahara celebrates her triumph, grabbing her wand and pointing it out to the crowd with a smile, we get the official word. Meanwhile Rawlings fumes on the outside, walking around the ring to get closer to Damian and check up on him.

Jerry Heisenberg: Here is your winner… ZAHARA MATISSE!!!

Axel Reid: I think Zahara may just have a one-of-a-kind future here in VoW. After a performance like that, how can you not see this woman going places?

Ruby Parvati: I wish she would go to a circus instead and spare us those damn magic tricks.

Axel Reid: Well it seems her magic is here to stay, Ruby.

Ruby Parvati: This has not been my lucky day...

Where One Door Closes, Another Opens (PJ Vs. Alec Rose?)

“I Won’t Back Down” by Burn Halo fills the arena. The Welsh crowd rises to its feet, cheering. The cheers die down when Patrick Jones walks through the curtain holding a microphone and not going through any of his normal theatrics. Jones looks around, visibly annoyed. He walks to the ring with a purposeful stride.

Axel Reid: This is very strange. The normally jovial Jones seems to be upset about something.

Ruby Parvati: Maybe he just does not approve of Wales. There are some unsavory rumors about the people here.

Axel Reid: Ruby, that is wholly unnecessary. This is a family show!

Ruby Parvati: I never said what the rumors are. Just keep an eye on your farm animals.

Axel Reid: Ruby!

Patrick has reached the ring and walks around to climb the steps. He ducks between the second and third ropes, again forgoing the normal showmanship. PJ looks down, gritting his teeth, and giving a visible sigh before looking up and raising the microphone to his lips.

Patrick Jones: Unfortunately, neither Alec Rose or myself will be proving anything tonight. The only thing being proven is that even I do have full control of my wrestling. After my last match, doctors told me they did not think I would be ready to compete this week. Apparently, Iser had actually done some real damage to my elbow. Dathyn’s armbar took advantage of the weakness. Intentionally or not, he actually dislocated my elbow.

A shocked gasp goes through the crowd followed by some murmuring. Jones stops talking and exhales heavily.

Patrick Jones: So, yeah, the doctors would not clear me tonight. VoW is all super serious about that stuff too. Something about the fact that we do not have seemingly endless money to cover the extra liability undertaken by competing against doctor’s orders. This match will happen though. Rose, you’ll get your chance to prove yourself against…

Before Jones can finish his statement, Chipmunk and Chris Brown’s ‘Champion’ begins to blare across the arena, immediately bringing a chorus of boos from the fans in attendance. A moment later, the already deafening jeer intensifies as the Xcellent Champion, Ryder Blade, appears on the platform, flanked as ever by his two bodyguards.

Axel Reid: Oh, God...not HIM!

Ruby Parvati: Yes, ‘him’. What’s your problem, Axel? He has as much right to be out here as Jones! I’m starting to get tired of people stifling poor X’s freedom of expression!

Axel Reid: His ‘freedom of expression’ is what’s the problem…

As Ruby makes a point of ignoring Axel, Ryder stares down at Patrick Jones from the entrance platform. A moment later, one of his henchmen - the taller one - hands him a microphone, which ‘The X’ wastes no time using:

Ryder Blade: Hey yo...The X thought the Battle of CVS wasn’t until later...but it seems someone has taken X-Lax already…

Patrick Jones looks offended by this remark and raises his arms as if to say “What the hell?”, but Ryder quickly assuages him:

Ryder Blade: Nah, nah, not you, bruh...The X is talking about the other dude. ‘Cuz you know what? The X doesn’t see him anywhere! Hey yo Alec, where you at, bruh?!

Ryder makes a show of searching around the arena, bringing a chuckle from his bodyguards (and, of course, Ruby) before once again addressing Patrick Jones:

Ryder Blade: Just like The X thought...Alec must’a taken some X-Lax, ‘cause he clearly crapped his pants!

This attempt at a joke once again falls flat with the crowd - though not with the bodyguards or Ruby Parvati - so Ryder changes tack:

Ryder Blade: Dude should’a waited around, though...him and that dude over there could have taken a ride together in the WAAAH-mbulance!!

Ryder starts pretending to cry, causing Jones to roll his eyes and look around at the crowd’s equally impressed reaction.

Ryder Blade: ‘Boo-hoo, my shoulder’s hurting…’ You know what else is hurting, bruh? YOUR BUTT!

This causes PJ to look at Blade, clearly incredulous at what he is hearing. Ryder just keeps right on talking.

Ryder Blade: That’s right. You’re butthurt. You’re butthurt ‘cuz nobody cares if your match tonight happens or not. You’re butthurt ‘cuz even Wide Load’s more important than you. You’re butthurt ‘cuz you’ve been around for like seventy billion years and you’re still not as relevant as Barney the Wrestling Dinosaur!

Ruby Parvati: Barney the…!!! Did you hear that, Axel?! The X is killing it with the jokes tonight!

Axel Reid: Then why is nobody laughing?!

Ruby Parvati: ‘Cause his humor’s too advanced, dummy! I told you what these people do with their...

Fortunately for viewers at home - and probably herself - Ruby never finishes that thought, as Ryder interrupts her:

Ryder Blade: So yeah, bruh. The X is calling bullcrap on your ‘dislocated shoulder’...

Ryder punctuates these words with air quotes, as Jones continues to rant at him.

Ryder Blade: The way The X sees it, you’re just trying to chicken out of--

Before the Xcellent Champion can finish this though, however, Patrick finally has enough, and interrupts him.

Patrick Jones: Elbow!

The single word exclamation stops Ryder in his tracks. He looks at Jones, confused, before turning to look at each bodyguard in turn. When neither gives him an answer, he looks back to the ring. Before he can talk, PJ continues.

Patrick Jones: It’s my elbow that’s hurt. You’re totally right that my shoulder is perfectly fine. If you had not been so busy trying to come up with some jokes, you might have been able to actually understand simple English. Unfortunately, these people think your jokes sucked too!

The crowd cheers in approval. Ryder looks furious on the stage, yelling at Jones without using his mic.

Patrick Jones: It really is a shame that you can’t get anatomy or comedy right. Your incompetence does that belt you wear a disservice. You really don’t care though, do you? If you knew a damn thing about me, you would know I have never run from a fight in my life. I’ve lost plenty of them but never avoided one. Why do you think the match was even scheduled? The doctors knew I was injured before Breakthrough even went off the air. Wait...that means I let VoW book me while I knew doctors didn’t want me competing. Does that sound scared of a fight to you?

Jones pauses to let Ryder speak, but as soon as Blade puts his microphone to his life, PJ cuts him off.

Patrick Jones: The answer is ‘no’. And be glad I didn’t let you answer because every time you open your mouth, something stupid comes out of it. Hell, you were wondering why Alec Rose is still backstage and not in the ring. Well, when a match is CANCELLED by doctor’s orders, VoW will inform the competitors beforehand. Although, I’m sure Alec would love to get acquainted with you soon. Maybe on the next show, you can see what kind of competitor he is for yourself. As for me, I think it’s time for you to put that belt where your mouth is.

Jones’s expression has gone from playful to steely. On the stage, Ryder is furious since he knows where this is going.

Patrick Jones: No one has been named as your next title contender. If I’m so unimportant and weak, surely facing me at Darkest Hour is no big deal, right?

To everyone’s surprise - as if a switch had flicked in his brain - Ryder immediately abandons his enraged demeanour and begins...to laugh. He elbows his guards, pointing down at Patrick Jones as if to make sure they heard the same thing he did, and, when they nod their heads in agreement, begins to laugh even harder. So hysterical does he apparently find the entire situation, in fact, that he drops his microphone and clutches his stomach, visibly gasping for air. Somehow knowing how to react, his bodyguards begin to lead him away, still clutching his stomach. Patrick Jones is therefore left to glower at the trio as they disappear behind the curtain, while the fans reward his bold stance with a hearty cheer. Just before the feed cuts elsewhere, Axel Reid can be heard putting an exclamation mark of sorts in this confrontation, by way of a simple remark:

Axel Reid: Well...I guess that means 'yes...'

Desperate Measures

We return from commercial and “Liebe ist fur alle da” by Rammstein immediately hits, making the crowd slowly rise into boos and jeers, as Ace Watson steps out from behind the curtain. He’s in his ring gear, ready for his match against Kincaid next, but the fact that he’s not wearing his mask gives away that he’s not out here to kick off the match just yet. Ace walks to the ramp, stops, then turns back towards the curtain as the blonde beauty Bianca Davis steps out. A mixture of a few scattered boos and one or two wolf whistles greets her as she appears, to which she replies with a disgusted look as she walks up to beside Watson and the two make their way down the ramp. Ace climbs into the ring via the steps, holding down the ring ropes for Bianca.

Standing in the centre of the ring, the two stand patiently waiting for the fans to quieten down. As they do, Ace brings a microphone up towards his mouth.

Ace: I’d like to start this little thing here by introducing, my girlfriend and manager, The Queen B, Bianca Davis!

Watson says in his cocky tone, much different to the one he has when wearing the mask. The fans repeat their earlier reaction to Bianca, a few boos and cat calls.

Ace: Now as I’m sure you’re all aware, just after this I have a match against Kincaid. Now, my mind is on that but luckily for me my brain can multitask. Not too sure about you people but I can focus on two things at once. So, while part of me is focussing on this match I’m also thinking about the future.

He pauses, and puts a mock thoughtful look on his face.

Ace: See the place I’m in right now, is one where I’m not really doing anything. Tonight I’m the challenge for someone else and I can only imagine that for the next show I’ll be in a similar place. So, rather than have the management pick my opponent out for me I’d like to set myself my own challenge.

Ace looks proud of himself as he turns his head to look at Bianca, who gives him a nod. Ace then turns back to the camera and drops his smile.

Ace: Seth Iser I’m calling you out!

The crowd have a surprised reaction to this, some booing Ace’s audacity to call Iser out like that and some cheering at the prospect of having Seth come out to put Watson in his place.

Ace: Yeah that’s right. I’m calling out the veteran. I said in my video package that my match tonight is a chance for me to prove myself, but I’ve thought back on it and I know it’s going to take more than one match to do that. So once again, Seth Iser I’m calling you ou-


The beginning guitar strumming of Gehenna start to blare through on the P.A. system, answering Ace's request. A mixed reaction leaning on positive for the veteran's music...but he takes that chance to make Ace wait just a few extra seconds...just before he slowly lumbers out in full intimidation. The suit dressed Seth Iser stares down at Ace as he walks toward the ring...almost trying to make Ace think about it and he's studying the younger wrestler with his eyes as he walks down. He just calmly pulls himself up onto the apron and enters the ring like he usually does...pulling out a microphone from his own suit. Iser's poker face as he's continuing to study the man who called him out and the woman at his side doesn't waver at all.

Seth Iser: You having second thoughts?

Ace did not seem intimidated, or at least he wasn’t showing it. If anything he seemed excited and glad that Iser had come down to the ring, and the smile on his face showed that well.

Ace: No, not at all. I take it, the fact you’re out here now, means you’re about to accept my challenge.

Iser just cautiously looks toward Ace and then to the Queen B. There’s a quick peer into the audience, that while initially mixed toward the veteran is nudging him to accept the challenge from the rising star. Iser then just eyeballs Ace...stern and serious.

Seth Iser: What does the term…’wrestler’s code’ mean to you, Ace? Before I give you the answer...you need to answer that question.

Iser just calmly crosses his arms and awaits his answer. Ace frowns slightly, not expecting to be given a question of his own.

Ace: Wrestler’s code… That’s something that changes from person to person. You could ask one guy and they’d tell you it’s about putting on a show, giving people something to cheer for. And another guy might tell you it’s all about the glory.

Watson’s eyes flicker to Bianca briefly, before looking back at Iser with a look that mirrored the one the veteran was giving him.

Ace: For me… It’s a bit of both.

Iser just calmly slouches with his back to the turnbuckle and he overhears the booing from the audience in that answer. He calmly points to his ear and then to the crowd for a second just to get the audience to get that message louder. Iser cautiously peers over to Bianca, always weary of any kind of cheap assault before Iser gives Ace the death stare.

Seth Iser: It seems if it was in the court of public opinion...either these people don’t like your answer...or they don’t believe you.

The audience cheers the rare acknowledgement they got from Iser as he just calmly twirls the microphone in his right hand as if to tell the audience to simmer down for a second...he does have more to say but his stare is focused on Ace.

Seth Iser: Your father was a wrestler...as was your grandfather. Would they be satisfied with the answer you just gave me since they came from generations even before me? Because that’s the wrong answer, boy.

Iser takes a couple of steps toward Ace and the audience anticipation is starting to swell up wondering what might happen now before Ace’s match even if these two are going to get physical. Ace’s stance doesn’t change. He still remains with his head held high, and does not seem fussed by the size difference. Iser restrains himself from pulling off his red tie for a second, just to calm down.

Seth Iser: The wrestler’s code is to not taint the name of professional wrestling with your actions. You, as talented as you are with wrestling in your genes, are in direct violation of the code partially thanks to her.

Iser then stoically points at Bianca and there are a couple of vulgar Welsh drunks in the front mouthing crude and vulgar cat calls at the poor woman but Iser isn’t focused on that. He’s just got his eyes locked on Ace.

Watson had been looking just off to the side of Iser as he had ranted at him, and it wasn’t until the finger was pointed at Bianca that his focus went back to him.

Seth Iser: But more so...because of that damned mask.

There’s a brief murmur around the audience when Iser is the one who is bringing up the mask considering his own history. Ace’s hand hovers over the pocket in his trunks, eyes still on Iser.

Ace: I don’t care what you, or anyone else thinks of my view on the code.

Watson had tensed up, there was a restraint in his body language too now. Iser just raises his eyebrow, not giving too much of a tell behind his face.

Ace: And what gives you the right to point the finger at her? Are you trying to claim you know me? You know us? Because you don’t. And you don’t know a thing about what the mask means to me. I would love to know why you think Bianca is somehow a violation of the code, or how my mask is either. I can’t help but imagine the only reason you’ve said those things is to try and get me to lash out.

Iser just seems to be stewing a little bit after that reply. There’s booing toward Ace at his defiance toward the audience and at the veteran himself. There’s even a faint smattering of an asshole chant toward the young man that picks up momentum. Iser just peers to the audience briefly to acknowledge the chant.

Seth Iser: Outsiders Ace. Outsiders. You never bring in any human being that doesn’t understand the pain, the bloodshed...the sacrifice every damned person has to go through just to even have the honor of stepping into this ring.

Iser’s voice is low when he delivers that as he brushes the one lock of hair from his eyes before staring coldly at Ace.

Seth Iser: With how she mouthed off about being a power couple...she has her own ambitions. I know the type. I’ve been around far too long not to see it. But kid….that mask. What it represents to you...you say I don’t have a clue. You’re talking to a man who wore a mask for the majority of his career.

Iser is almost silently seething for a minute at the disrespect he did endure there. He calmly glares at Bianca for a minute before there’s that cold hard stare that’s spelled doom for many adversaries when staring across from him.

Seth Iser: Boy. That mask...that you think means the world to you...may be the professional or personal death of you. And that demon...the way it manifests...the biggest sin I ever committed...letting that kind of darkness seep in...I see that coming out in you. And it agitates me...that our youth don’t learn from the mistakes...but since you were the one who challenged me…

Iser pauses after that last sentence and the audience starts to roar in anticipation almost as if they know what Iser is going to say. Iser again calmly twirls the microphone in his right hand...so he can calmly get to his point.

Seth Iser: I’m accepting your challenge...just to teach you a lesson in respect...at Darkest Hour. A lesson...of respect for our industry...and a deep understanding of what kind of mess you just caused for yourself by channeling that damn mask.

There is a roar of approval from the audience as Iser has formally accepted Ace’s challenge. He’s just glaring daggers at Ace...the poker face gone and it’s revealed what’s behind it. There’s a bit of anger...there’s frustration. But the look at almost looking at a mirror here when he mentioned the mask.Ace had not looked away from Iser’s stare once during his talk. Some more eagle eyed viewers might even notice Watson barely even blinked.

Seth Iser: I’m not in the business of ripping off the people here. You have a match now. Until then Ace...just think about how you SHOULD be representing the industry...and how you actually are.

Iser glances at the two and he glances down looking as if he may leave for a minute. The intense look on Watson’s face lingered for a moment. Before he took a small step back and then smiled, arrogantly. It was as if the words Iser had just spoken meant absolutely nothing to him. He nodded.

Ace: You’re right. I do have a match next. And I’m not even ready for it yet.

Ace reaches into his pocket and pulls out the mask, keeping eye contact with Iser. He clumsily puts it on his head and quickly gestures for Bianca to adjust it for him and tighten the straps for it to stay on. All of this with Ace never taking his eyes off the veteran. Iser just eyeballs Ace and that mask...there’s a brief look of rage glancing at it before that gives way to more of a disappointed look. He just shakes his head at Ace coldly before he exits the ring, never taking his eye off of him. He’s muttering something off the microphone that Ace MAY hear but the people didn’t as he starts the long walk up the ramp and letting Ace wrestle his next match in peace...

Poetry

As the show returns from a quick commercial break, the view cuts to black and all peripheral noise fades out as well. The sound is soon replaced by echo of cold winds blowing over an empty landscape while a familiar voice recites, once again, in Norwegian, while her words fill our screens in English:

“Can you hear the coming storm in the eerie dead of night
Can you see the gears turn without a line of sight
Can you feel the heart beating as it rushes for an attack
We’ll spell it out for you, Chaos is Back

No more will we sit back and have order rule the day
We’ve issued our warning and won’t be kept at bay
If you have it in your head we’re just talk or an ideal threat
Meet us in the ring though and we leave you in regret

It’s said that what someone doesn’t know can’t hurt them
Well you don’t know us but we can still hurt you
The shadows are growing and our actions you might condemn
But you’re just not willing to forgo social taboo

Chaos is coming and the tide is rolling in.
Get your affairs in order, atone for your sins.
We do not come to judge, to murder or maim,
We’ve come to spread our message, welcome to the new game

When the cloaks come off, and the stage is set
Will you be able to collect on your unwise bet
Who will pick the apple and who will choose the skull
Wait and see, for there will be blood after the lull

Know your choice grants Chaos as a master
But do not think you know the answer
Sometimes things are not what the seem
Other times words are just a smoke screen.”

Mere seconds after the last line emits, there is soft laughter...and then nothing.

Hallucinations Part 2

We head backstage to the locker room belonging to “The Punisher” Matthew Robinson and we see the man himself, dressed in nothing but a pair of black tracksuit bottoms with two white stripes down either side along with a pair of white and black trainers. He’s sitting down on a steel chair lifting dumbbells with both arms, one after the other.

Axel Reid: And there we see Robinson getting some last minute training in before his huge Main Event tag team match later on tonight...

Ruby Parvati: Look at that body...how can this man be single...I may have to give him my number...

Axel Reid: I’m sorry to say Ruby, but I think he has his eyes on someone else...

Ruby Parvati: I’m just glad that he’s looking better than he was earlier, that was just...weird...and creepy...

As he continues lifting the dumbbells, his attention is suddenly diverted when a few knocks are heard at the door.

Matthew Robinson: Come on in...

As the door opens, Winter Pine steps into the room in her brown singlet with white trim and brown tassels, white with brown trim boots, and the black and white markings covering her face. She closes the door behind her and then walks up to Robinson.

Winter Pine: Hey Matt, just thought I'd slide in here for a moment.

Robinson places the dumbbells down onto the floor before grabbing a bottle of water, he unscrews the top and takes a swig. Beads of sweat slowly trickle down his well tanned, chiselled body as he motions for her to take a seat in front of him.

Matthew Robinson: Winter, so you got my tweet after all, please...take a seat...

Pine looks over at chair in front of Robinson and slowly makes her way to it. She sits down softly and looks right at Robinson.

Winter Pine: Yeah, I figured since you so graciously offered to give me some sort of pep talk I would take the opportunity to come around. After all, being in The Orphanage now makes you and I one of the same mold, so we should be willing to hear each other out on anything...

Matthew Robinson: Exactly, plus...I know Cass was hoping to be involved in this talk too, but with him being the World Champion, he’s a very busy man. He would have been a better choice to give you this talk as he’s faced Val multiple times and as you know, has defeated him...

He smirks a little, shaking his head.

Matthew Robinson: Whereas I’ve only ever faced him once...and I lost...

Leaning back in the chair, he looks into Pine’s eyes as he folds his arms across his chest.

Matthew Robinson: Of course, I had him beat...but Cass had other plans and wanted to send him a message so he attacked him, meaning I lost via disqualification...

Winter Pine: Well in all true honesty, winning or losing doesn't matter much if you don't deliver your message. I know the mighty Valquist can back up his Valiant nature, so I just have to give as much as I can at this time with me only just returning to in ring competition after so long away from this. But, if I may ask, are you feeling alright? You seemed rather out of it earlier in the night with whatever you had going on in this room...and I sense a bit of an "on edge" feeling coming from you just by the smell of your sweat...

Robinson pauses for a second before quickly standing to his feet and walking over to the sink, he turns on the cold tap and let’s the water run for a moment before cupping his hands underneath. Throwing the water over his face, he then turns the tap off before grabbing a towel and drying his face.

Matthew Robinson: I’m fine Winter...it was just some stupid Halloween prank or something like that...

Still turned away from Pine, he reaches into his duffel bag and pulls out a can of body spray and presses down on the top of it, allowing the deodorant to cover his underarms and chest. She laughs slightly as she stands up, walking back up to Robinson.

Winter Pine: Right, if you say so hun. By the way, with you mentioning Twitter, you still should explain to me a bit about this someone else you have your eyes on now since your Chloe has left your life. I find it rather interesting still why I of all people would make her want to leave you, but I suppose that is how some people in this world are.

Pine places her hand on Robinson's shoulder.

Winter Pine: It's just such a shame that someone wouldn't feel enticed enough to stay with you considering your love of delivering pain to others. A lot of women, and men if you roll that way, deep down enjoy a very sinister other half. But then again, love is such a silly game, it's why I find it rather useless unless someone can really bring me to a state of attachment.

She grabs a hold of the deodorant can from Robinson and smirks a little.

Winter Pine: By the way, this brand is pure s<BLEEP>t. I'd suggest something a bit more musky, it fits your emotions quite better than the cheap created odors that most companies put out.

Robinson chuckles a little before turning back around to face Pine. As soon as he does however, his face suddenly turns to one of pure shock as he stumbles back slightly, pointing at her face.

Matthew Robinson: What the...

Pine looks very confused at Robinson's reaction.

Winter Pine: Is everything alright Matthew?

Matthew Robinson: Your face...your face it’s...it’s...

Winter Pine: Yes, I have my face markings on, I'm rather surprised it took you until now to notice.

He violently shakes his head before closing his eyes and placing his hands on either side of his head.

Matthew Robinson: No, no, no...NO!!!

In one swift movement, he turns away and punches the wall as hard as he can, putting a hole in it. Breathing heavily, he looks down at his balled up right hand as a trickle of blood oozes out of the fresh wound.

Matthew Robinson: I swear I’m going to murder that son of a b<BLEEP>ch! This is all his doing! I know it’s him!

Pine just stands there, not showing any fear on her face but still a lot of confusion.

Winter Pine: Right...so should I go and get you something to drink or a doctor for your hand...also I really hope there aren't any criminal charges in Wales for property damage.

He turns around to face her, seemingly breathing a sigh of relief as it seems as if whatever he saw on Pine’s face, is now no longer there.

Matthew Robinson: Oh thank God the blood’s gone, I was imagining it after all...

Looking down at his hand again, bruising has already begun to show.

Matthew Robinson: Don’t worry about me, I’ll get this seen too now...

He begins to make his way towards the locker room door before stopping dead in his tracks and turning around, facing Pine once again.

Matthew Robinson: As for your match with Val tonight, best advice I can give to you is to use your speed to your advantage. I’m sure you’ll make us proud and prove to us that you deserve to be a member of The Orphanage...

He opens the door, still with his attention on his fellow Orphan.

Matthew Robinson: And, as for the other thing you mentioned...the woman I’ve got my eyes on...I’ll tell you more about her over a drink or something after the show if you want...or um...something like that...I better get this looked at...I’ll see you later...

With that, Robinson quickly leaves the locker room and leaving Pine on her own, still looking on a little confused over the whole situation as we cut back to ringside.

Word to the Orphanage

We cut backstage to see the professionally dressed manager of The Requiem, Missy Chick standing in front of a blank wall with a face full of smiles. She adjusts her glasses, keeping an eye on the lens of the camera.

Missy Chick: Fans of VoW, I present to you, a word from…

She pauses for a moment as the camera pans out to reveal Heath Williams and the current Zero Gravity Champion, Tyron Bickerton standing at each of her sides.

Missy Chick: ...my clients and future Twin City Champions, The Requiem!”

Tyron, to her left, puts a hand on her shoulder with a grin.

Tyron Bickerton: Thanks for the introduction Missy, that was great!

Heath Williams: Great? Sure, it was okay...but great’s going a bit far. We don’t even need an intro really, we make our own intro just by being here.

Missy turns towards Heath biting her bottom lip with a frown, shooting a deathly glare his way. He returns the stare, only his is more dumbfounded than anything.

Heath Williams: What?

She spins a little to her right, sending a jab right into Heaths stomach causing him to recoil and stumble backwards against the wall with his arms clutching the area immediately under his sternum. Missy shakes her frustration off and regains posture, smile reforming.

Missy Chick: Okay, where were we?

She reminds herself after a scratch of the head.

Missy Chick: Oh yes, right. Ball’s in your court boys, blow these fans away.

A bit of sweat rolls down Tyrons forehead before he wipes it off with his wristband.

Tyron Bickerton: Well uh, I’m not really sure how to top that. Any ideas, Heath?

Heath Williams: Goddamn...I feel the pain in my sack...how the hell does that even happen?!

Tyron Bickerton: Maybe we should get you to the infirmary?

He taps Missy on the shoulder before she rolls her eyes.

Tyron Bickerton: Maybe we should get him to the infirmary?

Missy Chick: By god!

She spins heel, camera panning around so we can see her from a side view aswell as The Requiem.

Missy Chick: Do the two of you realize what we’re here for?! Tonight you’re in the main event - the freakin’ main event! - and you’re acting like a couple of bozos! Pick up your socks and do the goddamn promo, do I make myself clear?

Heath raises an eyebrow, looking at Missy then Tyron before proceeding to bend down and pull up one of his socks, Missy sighs and slaps her forehead in response to Heath taking her figure of speech too literally. It only takes him a second before he pops back up full of confidence, taking a step forward.

Heath Williams: Okay, the socks are up and the business is down.

He points at the camera.

Heath Williams: Casanova English - you think you’re so damn smart for creating that whole scheme of getting me to impersonate you, don’t you? Well you’re not. You’re actually kinda f****** stupid.

Missy Chick: Oi. Children watch this, Heath.

Heath Williams: “Yeah, you’re right. English, you’re actually really f****** stupid.

Missy shakes her head with her face buried in her palm.

Tyron Bickerton: Shoulda seen that one comin’ Miss, I did. Hey Heath, why don’t you tell English why he’s really stupid.

Heath Williams: Gladly. Because now, English, I’m hungry. I’m hungry for the sweetest tasting thing known to man. You know what that is, English?

Tyron Bickerton: My guess - ice-cream.

Heath Williams: Okay, so the second sweetest tasting thing known to man!

Tyron Bickerton: Lollipops?

Heath Williams: ...okay the third sweetest tasting thing known to man!

Tyron goes to butt in but Heath quickly shuts him off so he can finally get his point across.

Heath Williams: Vengeance! The third sweetest tasting thing known to man is vengeance! Not cherry pie, not chocolate cake and certainly not cola! It’s freaking vengeance!

Tyron Bickerton: Are you sure it’s not cola?

Heath Williams: Okay so maybe it is, all I know is that I want me some goddamn vengeance and I’m getting it tonight in the main event of Proving Grounds, where I’ve got grounds to prove and Tyro’s got pounds to groove!

Missy Chick: Uh, Tyron has grounds to prove as well? That’s the whole point of this match...

Heath Williams: I know. I just wanted to say that. I thought of it at breakfast this morning.

Tyron Bickerton: It’s true, he did. He told me about it straight away. It’s not that funny I guess but cereal milk still came out my nose.

Heath Williams: Yep. All over my turtleneck.

Missy raises an eyebrow.

Missy Chick: You wear turtlenecks?

She slaps her head.

Missy Chick: Gah! Nevermind all that! Tyron, can you please save this thing? You must have a better idea than this doofus.

Tyron nods, standing tall with the Zero Gravity title over shoulder.

Tyron Bickerton: English. Robinson. Despite our joking around and high leveled sense of humour the two of you couldn’t possibly understand, our knowledge of just how important tonight is remains intact. You may think because Heath and I like to have a laugh that we’re not serious about the match but that’s the thing, we’ve never been more serious about something in our entire lives. Sitting back and winding the two of you up, that’s the way we do things and it’s clearly been working. I mean, English, you go and bother to set up your own impersonation to get rid of Heath for the week because we owned you on Twitter? You don’t realize it but maybe we wanted you to do something extreme like that, because it shows that we mean something to you. It shows you don’t think we’re the average run-of-the-mill upstarts you’d normally sweep under the rug just like that, we’re the ones you see potential in, we’re the ones you believe can actually stop you. And it scares you. No matter what kind of facade you put on, I can see - we can both see that the big, bad World Visionary Champion is actually afraid of the new kids.

Heath Williams: But it’s okay to be intimidated, English and same to you, Robby. Because as The Requiem, we’re not your average do the same shit over and over again kinda guys, we like to mix it up, with The Requiem there’s always something new. Not like The Orphanage, which in a way sort of is like an actual orphanage. There’s the provider of the foster family - the papa figure Casanova English - there’s the b**** boy Matty Robinson that abides papas every rule - there’s daddys little emo princess, we all know who I’m talking about - then there’s the two that didn’t eat their peas and carrots when they were supposed to and now all of a sudden they’ve disappeared, apparently there’s a good reason for that but I ain’t buyin’ it. Not for one second. Some kind of domestic violence thing went way too far and I’m convinced by that.

Missy Chick: Wow, you guys managed after all!

Heath Williams: You should have more faith in us.

Tyron Bickerton: Yeah Miss, you are our manager. You should know that we always do things for a reason and that’s how it’ll always be. Never question us.

Heath Williams: Never ever.

Tyron Bickerton: Never-ever-never.

Heath Williams: Never-ever-ever-never.

Tyron Bickerton: Never-ever-

Missy cuts Tyron off, turning to the camera.

Missy Chick: Please...just go to commercial, or get to the match or something. I’m pretty sure there won’t be anymore professional statements from these two.

Tyron Bickerton: NEVER-EVER-NEVER-NEVER-EVER-NEVER! HA! I WIN!

Missy frowns, shaking her head.

Missy Chick: “See what I mean?”

We cut to a commercial break...