Breakthrough (Edition #47) Results!

The feed returns to ringside just as 'What's My Age Again' begins to blare through the speakers, bringing with it the usual mixed reaction from the stands. When he steps out onto the ramp, Ryder Blade is just as indifferent to his reception as has become customary in recent times, and his only acknowledgement of the still mostly negative reaction is a nonchalant shrug.

Ruby Parvati: Yay! We get double the Ryder for the price of admission!

Axel Reid: You say that like it's a good thing...

Ruby Parvati: Oh, come ON! His match at Fate of the Gods is a Match of the Year contender!

Axel Reid: Yes, but that was him wrestling, not talking...

Ruby Parvati: Don't be a player hater, Axel...

As the two announcers banter, Ryder – who is on his own tonight, without his customary Goon Squad flanking him – has retrieved a microphone and is ready to talk. And, a moment later, that is exactly what he does:

Ryder Blade: I know what you're all thinking.

Ryder pauses as the audience manifests itself briefly, but soon proceeds:

Ryder Blade: You're all thinking, where does Ryder Blade go from here, right? I mean...he's just had the biggest match of his career, on the biggest stage of them all...and he choked. He was at the top, and he didn't make it. There's nowhere left to go now but back down, right?

Another mixed reaction ensues, which Ryder speaks over:

Ryder Blade: WRONG!!!

This silences the crowd abruptly, leaving The Blade space to continue:

Ryder Blade: See, I didn't choke. Not really. If English had lost, that would'a been a choke. But me? I wasn't the favorite, and I didn't win. What I did...

Ryder pauses once more, a glint in his eye and the customary smirk on his lips:

Ryder Blade: What I did was give that sucker his best match since he buried Old Man Valium lasty year! What I did was take everything he had, and throw it back at him, until he had to go over the top to stop me! What I did...

Another pause, as the smirk widens.

Ryder Blade: ...what I did was tell all the haters that were STILL saying I was a fluke that got lucky...to SHOVE IT UP THEIR BUTTS!!!

This causes another huge mixed reaction, which seems to please Ryder.

Ruby Parvati: Woo! You tell 'em, honey!

Ryder Blade: And now...

The Blade pauses, looking around at the stands, delighting in the way they hang from his every word in spite of themselves. A moment later, he puts them out of their misery as he continues:

Ryder Blade: ...and now, I can do anything I want. I can go anywhere I want. 'Cause no matter where I go, people are gonna look at Ryder Blade and know he's not that punk kid they used to look down on anymore. They're gonna look at Ryder Blade, and know he's a survivor. A threat. That even with all his records gone, he can still whup their butts any day of the week! I showed it to Princess Gothface earlier, and I'm gonna show it to anyone else who steps up!

Another huge, clashing reaction.

Ruby Parvati: Yeah! Atta boy! You see this, Axel?!

Axel Reid: I see it...and I can't believe I'm actually seeing his point...

Ruby Parvati: 'Course you are. It makes perfect sense.

In the ring, Ryder gives the crowd a moment to simmer down, then continues:

Ryder Blade: The question is...where am I gonna go? Am I gonna try for English's title again? Am I gonna go back and settle the score with Connie? Am I gonna give you guys an I4NI Champion that isn't a tub of lard shaped like Patrick Star? Or am I gonna finish up some old stuff with someone else?

Ryder looks towards the ramp cryptically, bringing a hush to the stands. A moment later, however, he turns back around to face them, the same old grin spreading across his features as he completes:

Ryder Blade: ...guess you'll just have to wait and see...

With that, he leaves the ringside area, a mostly negative reaction seeing him out, as fans are angry that nothing was announced or revealed. Their jeers change nothing, however, as Ryder soon disappears through the curtain and into the back.

Axel Reid: Ryder Blade, giving a masterclass on how to say nothing in a lot of words.

Ruby Parvati: Stop hating, Axel! He left his options open, but he was right about earning the respect of his peers!

Axel Reid: ...I guess...But ladies and gentlemen, stay tuned for more exciting wrestling action, as Breakthrough rolls on!

The voice of Freddy Mercury booms through the arena and the fans in Toledo rise to their feet. The new entrance music of Alex Kincaid draws cheers from the crowd as he steps out onto the stage. He’s still dressed in his ring gear after a grueling match against Maxwell Soloke earlier in the night, minus the tape on his fists. He wipes the hair away from his face and stands at the top of the ramp, looking out over the crowd as the announcers speak.

Axel Reid: A bit of a different look for Kincaid tonight, Ruby. You see that ring gear? Those short tights? Word is that’s the sort of gear he wore at the beginning of his career.

Ruby Parvati: Oh believe me, I noticed. Much more flattering. But come on, of course I knew that Reid. Same reason he’s using that Queen song again. The question is…why?

By this time, Kincaid has made his way down to ringside. He walks around the ring and pauses in front of a wall of screaming fans. One of them reaches a hand out, a young girl who looks absolutely awestruck by every wrestler who has walked past her so far. Kincaid hesitates for a moment, wiping the mess of stringy brown hair away from his face and then slaps her hand with a high five. The kid cheers even louder and he scoffs a bit, disbelieving but amused, before he keeps heading around the ring. He stops at the announce table and holds out a hand. Ruby grins and hands him a microphone, before he turns and slides into the ring. He composes himself at the middle of the ring, and begins to speak.

Kincaid: First things first, because I’m not particularly clever at coming up with ways to start talking to the audience. For all the support that we’ve been given since the fire, all the emails and the social media comments wishing us well...thank you.

It seems genuine. One of the few genuine expressions of thanks he has ever made to the VoW audience, and they’re receptive. They give a little cheer that he doesn’t seem to quite know how to observe, snorting a bit and wiping some sweat off the edge of his nose.

Kincaid: I’ve called this year, my time in Visionaries of Wrestling, the single most difficult year of my life both personally and professionally. I’m a pessimist by nature. I look around a building like this, and I see all of you sitting with your loved ones. Looking happy. Having the times of your life. And I’d be lying to you if I said it didn’t make me sick.

And there, seconds after he had the audience mostly united in support, he draws boos from the audience. He lets them die down and shakes his head.

Kincaid: I know there’s parts of me that are wrong. Parts of me that don’t know how to deal with things when they’re going right. So maybe I should count myself lucky, because I look around at all of you and I realize that I was made different. That I’m never happy unless I’m in the middle of a war. Lately though, bit by bit, I’m starting to feel better about it. The truth is...I was ready to walk away. I’d made some peace. I could believe that this place, this sport, would be safe long after I’d left it. So I’d been making some noise about walking away. And just when I was about to leave in peace...it all goes up in smoke.

That wording is deliberate, obviously, and he paces around the ring for a moment to try and calm himself down.

Kincaid: I know who did this. And I know they’ve made a mistake. Because if you wanted to get rid of me, it wouldn’t have been hard. I was ready to walk away with my head held high, with a win over the world champion and having some actual pride in the last few months of my career. You didn’t have to do anything. You could have just let me walk away. But you couldn’t. Because you’re like me. You can’t just accept that you got your way, everything has to be done the hard way. Everything has to be done-

He trails off and looks out to the ramp. The camera pivots as VOW Interviewer Darius Yates hurries down the ramp, clearly worried and heads into the ring. Kincaid cocks his head to the side as the interviewer puts his hands up, showing the most neutral stance he can.

Kincaid: What do you want, Darius?

Yates takes a microphone from a ringside technician and frowns, keeping his distance from Kincaid.

Darius Yates: I’ve been asked by senior management to come out here and ask you to leave the ring.

The audience boos this development mightily and Kincaid’s eyes narrow dangerously. He shakes his head and takes a step toward the interviewer.

Kincaid: What are you talking about Yates? I’m not going anywhere. I have business out here.

Yates nods and tries to lean in close to say something to him off microphone, but Kincaid shakes his head and steps back. He points at the microphone and demands that Darius make his comments public. The interviewer is annoyed but nods.

Darius Yates: Alex, during your time here, you and I have always gotten along. You helped me when Desmond Knight was going to attack me. I’ve interviewed you time and time again even though we both you’d rather do anything else than talk to the camera. So I have been sent here to ask you - to plead with you - not to make any allegations that could lead to dangerous reprisals. I think I know what you’re about to say. And Alex, I swear to you, there is no way that fire could have been caused by-

Kincaid: Darius. Leave the ring.

Kincaids voice is low and flat, grim and threatening. He locks eyes on the interview and stares into him. Darius shakes his head and Kincaid walks toward him.

Kincaid: I have spent the last month being told I am crazy. Being told that somehow, this is the one time that somebody decided not to let things be personal. I know you know she did this. She knows she knows she did this. And I swear to you, I am not going to leave this ring until she comes out here and she admits what she did. And until this company gives me the opportunity that I need to take my revenge.

Darius looks like he’s going to leave the ring for a moment, but then he changes his mind. He goes to speak to Kincaid privately again. Alex puts a hand up, flat against his chest, and steps into him to move the interviewer back into the corner.

Kincaid: I won’t ask you again. Walk away. You go backstage, you tell them what I want. Because I’m giving you until the count of three Darius. And then...then I don’t know what will happen next. One…

The audience boos this development. Darius, having been threatened before and still trying to salvage the situation stands his ground.

Kincaid: Two…

Axel Reid: Is...Is Kincaid about to attack Darius? Somebody do something! Somebody get some security out here!

Ruby Parvati: If they wanted security they could have sent them out here to begin with. Security won’t stop him!

Kincaid: Thr-

Suddenly, the audience explodes into cheers as someone from above drops from the rafters. For the first time in months, Valquist stares down a member of the Visionaries of Wrestling roster. Kincaid is astonished, eyes wide and jaw dropped. He circles Valquist like a lion in a cage, and Valquist matches the gesture. Darius takes advantage of the confrontation and slides from the ring. Kincaid doesn’t give him a second look, his eyes instead focused on the challenge in front of him. Both men stop in place and stare each other down, drinking in the moment.

Axel Reid: THAT’S THE VALQUIST! VAL HAS RISEN FROM THE DEAD! ONCE BURIED BY CASANOVA ENGLISH, THE FORMER WORLD CHAMPION IS HERE! VALQUIST, REBORN!

Ruby Parvati: What in the living hell is he doing here?! Valquist swore he’d retire!

Axel Reid: Ladies and gentlemen, do not adjust your televisions. You really are saying this! Valquist “The Valiant” has soared down from the rafters to confront Kincaid. He has returned a Visionary!

Dressed in an orange, white and black attire Valquist slowly lowers his hood and stares defiantly at Kincaid. Kincaid roars with anger and bolts forward, swinging a clothesline at the other man’s head. The nimble wrestler from Infinity ducks the shot, coming up and launching Kincaid into the ring ropes. Kincaid takes the momentum and charges back, but Val trips him and flings up over the top rope to the floor! Kincaid gets to his feet, wiping a bit of blood from his nose from the fall, and goes to get into the ring. As he does, a dozen security guards frantically rush down the ramp to grab a hold of him and stop him.

Axel Reid: And there’s that security we were asking for!

Ruby Parvati: This would have been a very different event if Valquist hadn’t shown up to save Darius. Wow!

More security pours from the back to stop Kincaid from getting in the ring as Val yells down at him from inside the ring. Security slides inside the ring and begins to surround Valquist as well.

Valquist: I walked your path and I lost! Don’t make me show you the hard way! You will not be buried amongst your ashes!

Axel Reid: Did you hear those words from Valquist? He said he’s walked Kincaids path, and he’s lost.

Ruby Parvati: Valquist did lose, but he did it in one of the best, if not the best matches, this company has ever seen. Val did not go quietly into the night, he scratched and clawed fighting for his ultimate vision, risking everything for a rematch with Casanova English for the World Championship.

Axel Reid: Rub, I think that message is being quickly passed along, these security guards are trying to surround Valquist, they might think he’s not allowed here. After all, he did put his career on the line.

Valquist is surrounded by security himself. They hesitate to move in on him. But in contrast to Kincaid, who is practically being dragged away from the ring, Valquist doesn’t seem concerned. He looks up into the rafters, perhaps at some unknown force from above, as the audience gives a defeaning WELCOME BACK chant around him. Valquist slides out of the ring under his own accord, a pale looking security guard walking up to take his flank and guide him away from the ring. The once familiar “We Own It” by Wiz Khalifa and 2 Chainz sparks another cheer of approval from the audience as the camera cuts to a frustrated Kincaid being pulled away from ringside.

Ruby Parvati: On a night already finding its warmth towards Heatstroke, tonight has perhaps been poetic in its unravelling. Valquist returns to ignite the inner fire of Kincaid! The Visionaries of Wrestling welcomes back one of the very best, and it looks like he’ll be facing one of our current best!

Axel Reid: We’ll be back after this. Take a moment, sink it all in. Valquist has returned, and his message to me is clear. He won’t let others make the same mistakes he once did.

Ruby Parvati: We’ve still got our main event of the evening to come. Bickerton. Chapin. It’s coming up, live on VoW Breakthrough!

Jerry Heisenberg: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! And it is our Champion vs Champion Main Event of the evening! Introducing first...from Saint City...weighing in at 256 pounds...he is your current I4NI Champion... TYRON BICKERTON!!!

The lights go down as Drowning Pool’s “Reminded” blasts from the speakers. Darkened spotlights flash at the top of the stage, revealing Tyron Bickerton to the jeering fans. Disinterested in those he once adored, he slowly makes his way down the entrance ramp, refusing to acknowledge their existence -- sometimes, though, he will hurl an insult at someone booing him, or rip up a sign within reach.

He climbs up onto the apron, taking his time getting in the ring. Where he used to climb the ropes and throw a fist to the sky, he instead stands silently in the corner.

Axel Reid: Tyron is continuing to climb to heights and he’s in air that he holds alone. He’s held three different championships in this company. Nobody else has that distinction.

Ruby Parvati: And the most glorious part of all is he beat a drug addict and a loose cannon to achieve the championship he just won!

Jerry Heisenberg: And the opponent...weighing in tonight at 148 pounds...she is your current Xcel Champion... CONSTANCE CHAPIN!!!

Ain't you getting bored with these fake ass broads
I shows and proves, no doubt, how predictably so
Please excuse, if I come across rude
That's just me

As the beat plays and the rhymes flow, the crowd starts to cheer as from behind the curtain comes the apathetic hipster herself, Constance Chapin. Constance walks toward the ring, making no rush to get there and making no acknowledgements towards the crowd. Her steps are quicker than before, moving in time to the beat; she'd be toe tapping if it wasn't such a tacky thing to do. Still she walks close to the sides, letting eager fans pat her on the shoulder or arm as she walks past them. Arriving at the ring, Constance takes the steps and then steps into the ring by going through the top and middle ropes. Inside the ring as the announcer is introducing her, Constance removes a pair of black finger-less gloves that are tucked into the waist of her bottoms and slips them on, preparing herself.

Axel Reid: Constance has mastered the art of technically assaulting a body part for the goal and that’s a victory.

Ruby Parvati: I’ll admit she’s great at what she does but her attitude puts me off.

The bell rings and there’s a level of caution exercised by Tyron here as Constance just eyes him with a nonchalant look on her face. The two end up locking up and Tyron tries to bull rush her into the corner but Constance uses her feet to hook Tyron’s left foot and drop toe hold him to the mat. And Constance is just calm as she just lets Tyron back up after the move and Tyron just twitches in anger but doesn’t charge.

Ruby Parvati: Damn that technical excellence.

Axel Reid: She’s saying to Tyron in that exchange I can let you up and put you down however and whenever I want.

Tyron stomps in for a more aggressive lock up and goes top wrist lock and tries to power Constance down to the mat. He wrings her arm but Constance rolls through and with one beautiful spin turns it into a side headlock. Tyron shoves her aside to send her running to the ropes but Constance grabs onto the ropes and avoids charging in and Tyron has this smirk on his face knowing where it could’ve went.

Axel Reid: I’m surprised Tyron is wrestling more of Constance’s style of match.

Ruby Parvati: There’s a level of cunning beneath the lard, Axy.

Axel Reid: The gears are always turning with Tyron, that’s for sure.

Tyron almost has a devilish smirk on his face as he waits for Constance to come in and they lock up once again. Just this time Constance uses her leverage advantage to get lower than Tyron and get behind him with a waist lock. Tyron executes a standing switch but Constance knows where this is going and for the second time hooks Tyron’s foot and drop toe holds him. This time though she tries to swiftly look for her Constance Sorrow and Tyron scrambles to the bottom rope right away and now there’s more frustration etched on his face as the audience cheers this exchange.

Axel Reid: To the legs and going for the bread and butter right away.

Ruby Parvati: No excitement at all. Just to the point…

There’s more anger out of Tyron now after that exchange. He barks up an obscenity toward Constance’s direction before stomping toward her and then pie facing her. Just Constance catches the arm and starts to transition down to a fujiwara armbar but Tyron expertly rolls out of the situation and then he just shouts loudly ‘Don’t you dare mock me!’ at her. She doesn’t even react to that verbal quipe. Just an air of indifference.

Ruby Parvati: Don’t worry Tyron, her indifference annoys me too!

Axel Reid: Tyron might want to calm down.

Tyron slaps the mat in another moment of frustration shouting ‘Damn it!’ repeatedly. At this point Earl Coleman ends up standing up on the apron and Constance eyes him just for that half a second as he could do or say anything. Tyron then springs into action and before Constance can react in time to the charging Tyron she’s blasted with a hard clothesline and the audience boos the obvious devious deed. Tyron shouts ‘This is why I’m the BEST champion!’ before he stomps Constance between the eyes.

Axel Reid: Why the hell is Coleman out there?

Ruby Parvati: Exposing Constance’s issues with potential distractions. That’s why.

Tyron has calmed down after he knows what has happened and he blasts a rising Constance in the face with another kick to the face. There’s an air of supreme confidence now going through him as he knows he has the advantage. As she rises from the blows Tyron soon starts throwing those european uppercuts that will rattle teeth and after the repeated blows to the head in swift succession there’s some glassiness to Constance’s eyes.

Axel Reid: Head blows in succession. Tyron has a gameplan.

Ruby Parvati: and it might not end well for Constance.

Tyron fires off a second european uppercut and that again rattles the teeth of Constance and knocks her down to the ground with the ferocity of the blow. Tyron doesn’t waste time and quickly goes for the cover.



ONE!





TWO!



Constance kicks out right after two.


Axel Reid: Neither person has to be a hundred percent after Fate of the Gods. Just I think the long technical and emotional match of defending her title is affecting Constance.

Ruby Parvati: and Tyron’s running off the adrenaline of winning his right now.

Tyron doesn’t waste much time and there’s a cerebral sense to his attack right now. A grounded headlock and a barrage of punches positioned so the ref can’t see them to the disapproval of the audience. Constance instinctively squirms out of the headlock and trying to go for the arm and as soon as she hooks the hammerlock to get out of it. Before the pressure can be cranked fully Tyron elbows her right in the head.

Axel Reid: Nasty elbow.

Ruby Parvati: Hint of disapproval in your voice, Axel? It’s legal.

Axel Reid: But it wasn’t sporty.

Tyron sees the wobbly Constance and just times a punch to the bridge of the nose and she wobbles back further from the blow and to the corner. At this point, Tyron just launches a barrage of european uppercuts to the corner. The ref begins his standard five count as Tyron continues throwing them and once he reaches four, Tyron stops and looks at the ref with disdain shouting ‘I know the rules! I have until five!’ before delivering one last uppercut to the jaw.

Ruby Parvati: Smart.

Axel Reid: Pardon my french but what an asshole.

Ruby Parvati: I appreciate the vulgarity but I think your definition is stretched thin at best.

Bickerton smirks at his advantage and starts to back up to the opposite corner. We know what he’s going for. His clothesline/bulldog combination from the corner. He charges down and Constance gets the boot up and Tyron wobbles back before he instinctively charges a second time and he runs into a second boot. Tyron takes a few more steps back this time and Constance explodes out of the corner but Tyron catches her coming in and the tilt-a-whirl backbreaker hits the mark!

Axel Reid: Tyron kept his head in it with that counter.

Ruby Parvati: He just outfoxed the technical minded champion. A rarity.

Axel Reid: After she had him tied up with all the counters earlier.

Tyron does the that’s it gesture with his hands before covering the Xcel champion with a forearm to the face.



ONE!





TWO!





TH---Constance kicks out!



Axel Reid: Close.

Ruby Parvati: Come on Tyron! Kick her face in! Punch her!

Tyron shakes his head in a little bit of frustration and there’s a well timed boot to the back of the head before he ends up going to the rear chin lock to crank some pressure on the spine as well as the head. The audience is clapping, trying to will the fan favorite Constance on against the hated Tyron and she starts to show some life...rising up to her feet and delivering some elbows to the gut of Tyron. After three the grip is loosened and she starts to run but Tyron pulls her down by the hair and the ref admonishes him as he just smirks and poses for the audience that boos him loudly.

Axel Reid: That was a little low.

Ruby Parvati: She needed to rid some split ends, Axy.

Tyron doesn’t seem to care as he delivers one more pointed strike to the back of Constance’s head and then a barrage of elbows in a trapping move to deliver more punishment to the head. Constance however wiggles out of the predicament being smaller and more the expert of these holds and when both people go to their feet, Tyron attempts a wild clothesline but Constance ducks and delivers the neckbreaker and both wrestlers are down though Constance is clutching at her head.

Ruby Parvati: Constance went on instinct there and it’s high risk high reward. I don’t think much of her personality but she really can wrestle.

Axel Reid: I worry that the damage might already be done.

Constance is crawling around, realizing the situation is a little more dire now than earlier trying to get to her feet as the ref starts the standing ten count. Tyron slaps the mat in frustration while rubbing his neck as he sits up, grunting in obvious pain. He’s the first to stagger up to his feet with Constance not far behind and he instinctively throws a punch at her face and her hands drop down from the blow as she staggers back before she bounces off the ropes and hits a lou thez press! And the punches reign down!

Axel Reid: Constance has kicked it into another gear.

Ruby Parvati: Those closed fists are illegal!

Tyron shoves Constance off after six punches and in a hurry he tries to stagger up as best he can but Constance has gotten a running start and clotheslines the heavier man to the canvas! Constance still has that air of nonchalant to her demeanor even if she’s moving faster and her eyes are a little glassy. Tyron staggers up and an inverted atomic drop follows and Tyron hops around muttering in pain and with this, Constance grits her teeth and lifts the bigger man up and gives him an atomic drop and Tyron howls clutching his rear end on the ground!

Axel Reid: Tyron getting a little dose of medicine he gave out earlier in a way.

Ruby Parvati: But those might be low, Axel!

Constance shoots the half and goes with a more technical cover.



ONE!





TWO!





THR---Tyron kicks out!



Axel Reid: Two and a half.

Ruby Parvati: It takes a little more to take down Tyron as he demonstrated in the two out of three falls match!

Constance sees the opening in Tyron’s legs and delivers a couple of elbows to the left knee. The audience pauses before they roar knowing what she’s going to set up for. Soon she starts pulling and tugging at that knee joint and Tyron is in absolute agony and discomfort. Soon one of the pulls puts Constance’s entire body into it and Tyron flips over to his belly and clutches at his knee and slaps the mat before Constance sees an opening.

Axel Reid: Constance Sorrow?

Ruby Parvati: Come on Tyron. Have an answer.

As soon as he senses Constance spinning to put the hold he kicks her and she falls to the canvas. Tyron scrambles to his feet with a slight limp and Constance walks over not wanting to rush and with that Tyron uses the good leg to kick her in the gut. He’s now going for the brainbuster he dubs Game Over but Constance squirms so he’s behind Tyron and that moment of hesitation because of the damage done to his wheels costs him and she hits a cobra clutch leg sweep! The crowd roars in approval as she goes over for the cover.



ONE!






TWO!






THRE--Tyron kicks out!



Axel Reid: Oh so close. Beautiful counter wrestling by the technically proficient Constance.

Ruby Parvati: But Tyron is tougher than shoe leather...and he kicks out again. He won’t stop.

Constance isn’t giving any indication that she cares either way about what just happened. She just pulls herself up to her feet, cool as the other side of the pillow, and looks for a different submission this time. The boston crab. Tyron uses his back and leg strength to fight for all its worth and squirm but Constance turns it over and she has it locked in! Tyron lets out a mighty roar before he digs in inch by inch before he lunges to the bottom rope and grabs it. Constance releases the hold after two on the ref count and just looks down at Tyron, not again giving much indication either way.

Axel Reid: There’s a steely determination behind her exterior.

Ruby Parvati: But she’s going through many of her moves and Tyron has either had an answer for or endured it.

Bickerton rises to his feet slowly and with that Constance delivers a kick to the stomach. She’s thinking about a DDT attempt here but Tyron shoves her aside and she stumbles under the middle and bottom rope and her head bounces off the apron hard. She catches herself on the ropes and her instinct is to stumble up but as she gets to her knees Tyron charges as fast as he can on his wounded wheel and delivers a soccer ball kick to her head and she takes a hard spill to the outside on her head! There’s a thud there and the crowd just ooohs and shutters.

Axel Reid: Oh my God...she landed bad.

Ruby Parvati: Tyron doesn’t care.

The ref looks concerned to the outside but Tyron just shouts at the ref ‘DO YOUR JOB AND COUNT!’ and he begins to long count.

He starts at one...and then at two.

Tyron barks at him to count faster and Constance has a very glassy look on her face and moving little to none.

The ref counts to three...and then four.

Tyron poses to the booing audience and then the ref’s count reaches five. There’s a Constance chant that fills the arena as the count reaches six as she tries to sit up but can’t.

Ruby Parvati: She’s hurt.

Axel Reid: The blows to the head have a cumulative effect. Plus the stress of the previous title defense and that’s what happens.

The ref’s count reaches seven and Tyron is grinning like the cat who ate the canery as he looks down and Constance is rolling slightly.

The count reaches eight as she gets on all fours.

The crowd perks up hope as she crawls ever so slightly as the count reaches nine but she collapses back down...


... and the crowd boos loudly knowing the result when the count reaches ten and it is indeed a countout. The bell rings.


DING DING DING!!!


Jerry Heisenberg: Here is your winner as a result of a Countout... TYRON BICKERTON!!!

Axel Reid: A shame...a damn shame. I think the Xcel Champion is injured and I have no idea how bad.

Ruby Parvati: I don’t know what ramifications that has or how long she could be out. Or if it’s a contusion and she’s cleared next week.

Axel Reid: I’m not a doctor.

Ruby Parvati: Neither am I but I can guess better than you.

Tyron grins as he’s handed his I4NI championship in the ring and his hand is raised victorious by the ref as the EMTs have rushed down to check on Constance and she is sitting up and they’re looking at her head. She’s very wobbily but she has gotten to her feet and Tyron looks down with a sneer...happy with the victory but upset not enough damage was done. He however then mouths off to the audience…’I DID IT! THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR NOT BELIEVING IN ME!’

Axel Reid: The man has no class.

Ruby Parvati: But he just proved the entire wrestling world wrong. He won on the main event of Breakthrough against Constance Chapin and he might be the hottest wrestler in the company!

Axel Reid: What is next for both wrestlers I’m not sure...

Suddenly, as Tyron continues celebrating his technical victory inside the ring, the lights turn down to black.

Ruby Parvati: Oh this again?!

Axel Reid: What could this be now?

Perplexed, Tyron looks around in confusion. The EMT's use torches as they work on Constance outside the ring, but the fans are looking all over the place. Suddenly, the big screen turns to life. Tyron stares up at the screen, where a casket is seen in full view.

Ruby Parvati: What is this?

Tyron lowers his belt to his side as the scene remains on the casket... but as it slowly pans out we see a man standing to the left of it. Once the man comes into complete focus, Tyron shouts and loses his damn mind, doing so as the crowd cheer wildly!

Axel Reid: IT'S HEATH WILLIAMS!

Ruby Parvati: I THOUGHT TYRON GOT RID OF HIM!

Axel Reid: APPARENTLY NOT!

Tyron is absolutely beside himself in the ring as Heath remains on screen, shouting at the top of his lungs "I ENDED YOU! I SENT YOU PACKING!" As if hearing Tyron, Heath smirks... but only for a moment. He develops a stern expression and opens the casket lid... where there is nothing inside. After he looks in, Heath turns to the camera...

Heath Williams: This isn’t over...

Heath then smirks again before he takes a firm hold of the lid and slams it shut. The screen then goes to complete darkness, with Tyron staring angrily at where his former best friend now-turned enemy had just been.

And then... the words “The Hardcore Hero” brush across the screen, before flipping over with a new caption of “Returning Breakthrough #48” to thunderous cheers and more protests from the I4NI Champion!

Ruby Parvati: He's coming back on the next show! He's insane!

Axel Reid: He told Tyron it isn't over, and I believe every word of it!

Tyron paces around the ring, talking to himself as the lights return to normal. He continues doing so before he abandons the ring, storming up the ramp and muttering.

Ruby Parvati: Tyron... he wants to end him. Forever.

Axel Reid: He almost did it once. But will it be Heath that will send Tyron out of VoW permanently?

As Tyron reaches the stage and storms behind the curtain, we cut to our last commercial of the evening.