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Breakthrough (Edition #48) Results! Jul 22, 2016 14:18:30 GMT -6

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Post by Matt Slater on Jul 22, 2016 14:18:30 GMT -6

Fatal Four Way Match
Gwendolyn Massey vs. Kincaid vs. Winter Pine vs. Heath Williams

Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha!!!

Ruby Parvarti: Here she is! The Lady Joker!

Axel Reid: Oh man, she’s been on a tear as of late!

The lights begin to flicker on and off all around the arena before completely engulfing the VoW Universe in nothing but darkness. Static is heard coming from the arena speakers following the drums. The lights flicker to the beat of the instruments as the big screen follows suit, revealing a silhouette of a female with her hair hiding her facial features and a hood over her head.

Dun Dun – Dun Dun - Dun Dun Dun

Gwendolyn Massey’s uniquely terrifying entrance proceeds, the fans cheering as she points towards the squared circle, mouthing the words “That’s MY asylum!”. She carries on before coming to a set of fans, each with their own Gwendolyn merchandise + signs, the Warden herself giving a nod of approval.

Jerry Heisenberg: Ladies and gentlemen, making her way to the ring at this time! Hailing from San Francisco, CA! She is none other than the Lady Joker herself - GWENDOLYN MASSEY!!!

She enters the ring and her theme fades out, Queen’s “I Want It All” taking over.

“I Want It All!
I Want It All!
I Want It All!
And I Want It Now!”

The opening guitar to Queens "I Want It All" booms over the loudspeakers as a half dozen overhead lights all converge on the stage. From the back, Alex Kincaid steps onto the ramp as the voice of Freddy Mercury booms through the arena. He bounces up and down, loosening himself up and taking in the full scope of the arena. From behind him, his wife and manager Alyssa makes her way out and watches her husband. He gives her a tiny nod and the two of them head toward the ring.

Jerry Heisenberg: Making his way to the ring, accompanied by his wife, Alyssa and weighing in at 250 pounds....from Bearing, Alberta...KIINCAIIID!

Axel Reid: What a roller coaster ride Kincaid’s been on the last year, he has all the potential to be something amazing here in VoW but there just always seems to be some sort of obstacle in front of him! Now, in the form of Valquist!

Ruby Parvarti: That could be a positive thing though, as unfond of them both as I am, screentime with Valquist will definitely score Kincaid some points with management.

By this time, they've made it to the base of the ring. Alyssa walks up to the apron and takes a seat on the middle rope to let him in. He moves to the middle of the ring while she takes up position at ringside. He closes his eyes as the house lights come back up, taking a deep breath and moving back to the corner to await the bell.

“Big Bad Wolf” by In This Moment starts up, blaring through the sound system. Winter Pine emerges from behind the curtain, striding down the ramp with a smile probably caused by the reminiscence of her match with Stacy Jones at Fate of the Gods.

Jerry Heisenberg: Now approaching the ring, weighing in at 158 pounds, from St. Paul, Minnesota...the First Lady of Sin, WIIIINTEERRR PINEEE!

Ruby Parvarti: My second pick of victors for this one!

Axel Reid: Why?

Ruby Parvarti: Because I like winners, Reid and that’s exactly what Gwen and Winter are! WINNERS! W-I-N-N-E-R-S!

Axel Reid: So, Heath and Kincaid are-

Ruby Parvarti: LOSERS, Reid! God damn losers!

Winter enters the ring, as Devilskin’s “Little Pills” begins. The fans rise to their feet with a standing ovation, as Heath Williams appears with the warhammer in hand and his son, Ryan to his right.

Ruby Parvarti: Here’s the biggest loser of them all!

Jerry Heisenberg: Now, accompanied by his son Ryan Gallagher, weighing in at 215 pounds, reigning from Auckland, New Zealand...He is the Hardcore Hero, HEEEEAAAATH WILLIIIAAAAMS!

Heath makes way down the ramp, Ryan in tow, they both stop at the bottom as Heath starts going berserk, slamming the head of the hammer against the ring post over and over again. Ryan finds a spot ringside as Heath gets into the ring, handing his hammer to the official.

Ruby Parvarti: Freakin’ lunatic.

Axel Reid: I think he’s just getting started!

DING DING DING!

Heath and Gwen waste no time, both having the same thoughts of going for Winter first. Heath shoves Gwen out of the way and starts hammering at Winter’s midsection. Gwen’s clearly not a fan of this action and performs a swift rolling koppu, knocking Heath in the chin and sending him backwards straight into Kincaid, who follows up with a headbutt just before nailing a DDT. Kincaid attempts the early cover…

ONE!

Gwen breaks it up without even breaking a sweat.

Ruby Parvarti: Yeah! You go girl!

Gwen and Kincaid rise to their feet, Kincaid’s stature a considerable amount larger than hers. Before either participant can make a strike, Gwen’s nailed with a spear from Winter and is sent spiralling over the top rope. Winter turns, Kincaid’s guard already raised. Winter raises hers, inching in closer towards him. She tries for a spinning backfist but Kincaid blocks with a well placed forearm, before taking hold of Winters underarm for leverage and sending several knees into her stomach. He sizes up for a double underhook suplex just as Heath starts to show some life, pushing himself up from the canvas and onto his knees. The suplex connects but the second Kincaid stands, Heath brings a hand in through the gap in between Kincaid’s thighs and pulls, resulting in a roll-up.

Axel Reid: Textbook style of an opportunist! Will it prevail?!

ONE!

TW-

Axel Reid: No! Kincaid won’t be taken down that easily!

Ruby Parvarti: Thankfully...

Due to Kincaid’s strength, he easily forces himself out of the predicament at one and a half. Both men stand and immediately participate in a lock of arms, a test of strength. Kincaid quickly gains the upper hand, forcing Heath back into the corner but The Hardcore Hero has other plans and uses a firm right leg to pry himself apart from Kincaid’s grip. The plan succeeds and he follows up with a series of jabs and hooks before sending a shin into Kincaid’s outer thigh, knocking him to one knee. Heath goes for a second and then a third but before he can muster up a fourth, Gwen’s back in the ring and fierce as ever with no haste in performing her “One in the Chamber” technique. She applies the pressure, an expression of frustration from Heath as he can’t seem to figure out an escape route.

Ruby Parvarti: He’s gonna tap, Reid! Look at him!

However, prayers are answered when Kincaid reaches over with a fist straight into Gwen’s ribs, leaving her with no choice but to let go of the hold. Heath rolls his arm around, trying to gain back some feeling when Kincaid grabs the sore arm and yanks him to his feet before a stern european uppercut. He does this twice more before going for the spinebuster but Gwen knocks both men down with a sudden double knee strike. She rushes over to Kincaid, locking in a kimura from side mount positioning.

Ruby Parvarti: Gwen’s on a roll with these submissions!

Axel Reid: She has a knack for that!

Ruby Parvarti: She’s gonna make the big guy tap!

Kincaid struggles, doing his best to escape but Gwen’s got a special touch with these submissions of hers, forcing even the toughest of opponents to battle for freedom. Kincaid manages to free his right arm from underneath Gwen’s body and takes a hold of her leg, flipping her over onto her back and going for the cover.

Axel Reid: Oooh, the strength from Kincaid!

ONE!

Gwen kicks out just before Winter gets back in the action as she hits Kincaid with a bicycle kick right after he gets to his feet.

Gwen rolls over and climbs to her feet, Winter staring with cruel intent. The two trade strikes, back and forth, back and forth until Winter decides on a dropkick, that fails miserably as Gwen steps out of the way. Gwen takes Winter’s arm and pulls her back up to her feet before hitting a short arm clothesline, another two to follow. She brings Winter up for a final time and nails the snap suplex with a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

Winter kicks out.

Ruby Parvarti: One of these gals are gonna take out the win! Who will it be?!
Gwen stands and takes several steps back over to the corner, patiently waiting for Winter to get up. After a few moments, she does so and turns, Gwen taking this as the sign to dart her way over, a spear in mind.

Ruby Parvarti: The Killing Joke! The Killing Joke!

However, Heath intercepts, takes a hold of Gwen’s skull and smashing it against the canvas with a thunderous one handed bulldog.

Axel Reid: Just like that the tables are turned!

Ruby Parvarti: No! That isn’t fair!

Not stopping there and eager for the momentum to keep rolling, Heath kips back up onto his feet before launching himself towards Winter and pulling her into a snap suplex that connects, shaking the mat. As he turns, he’s met from an irish whip into the corner by Kincaid, he hits the padding and Kincaid sprints towards him with full force but with ring awareness, Heath ducks out of the way. With Kincaid now in his former position, Heath takes a few steps back before attempting a big boot but Kincaid tilts his head just in the knick of time as Heath’s leg comes mere inches away from his skull. Kincaid takes a hold of Heath’s calf and launches him aback, Heath tumbling over backwards however rolling back onto his feet. He back into the opposite corner to Kincaid as Gwen finds her footing and stumbles into the corner of the same side before Winter does the same opposite her.

Axel Reid: All four competitors are standing and ready to fight!

Ruby Parvarti: Come on Gwen, come on Winter! Show these doofuses how a true victor looks!

Heath looks at Winter, Winter looks at Gwen, Gwen looks at Heath before glancing over at Kincaid, who glances over at Winter, who glances over at Heath. Gwen starts the rumble first, sprinting over to Winter with several strikes before taking her by the neck and tossing her over towards Kincaid, who knocks her away with a vicious shoulder block. Using this as a distraction, Gwen runs over with the intent of making a hit but Kincaid reads her movement and performs a dropkick, sending the Lady Joker toppling over Winter’s unconscious body.

Ruby Parvarti: No! The momentum was all Gwen’s!

Axel Reid: After that thunderous shoulder block followed by that stunning drop kick, I completely disagree!

Heath wastes no more time and the minute Kincaid rises and turns he’s met with a fatal spear. Heath’s quick to get back to his feet, taunting all three of his opponents and hyping up the crowd with strong success. Winter starts to show some life and Heath takes that as an opportunity, pulling her to her feet and getting ready to nail the Frozen Over.

Axel Reid: Looks like Heath’s got this one! It’s all over!

Ruby Parvarti: NO! NO FREAKING WAY!

“Reminded” By Drowning Pool starts to play and immediately, the attitude of the audience has transitioned to that of jeers and displeasure. Heath drops Winter aside and exits the ring, Ryan tries to stop him but it’s no use as the minute the I4NI Champion appears, Heath darts straight for him. He meets Tyron at the top of the ramp, who tries to ram the title into Heath’s skull but the Hardcore Hero dodges the attack and sends a hard kick right into Tyron’s midsection.

Ruby Parvarti: Come on, Tyron! Teach this idiot a lesson!

Axel Reid: No! Heath needs to get back into the ring! Look, Winter’s going for the fall on Kincaid!

ONE!

TWO!

Kincaid lifts a shoulder after having enough time to make a slight recovery.

Winter rolls over onto her back with a huff and a sigh, followed by a few punches against the canvas.

Heath tries for a second Frozen Over, this time on Tyron but it’s no use, Tyron’s fresh and in currently in prime condition so he’s able to make the reversal, hitting a european uppercut that sends Heath staggering back into the minitron. Tyron takes several steps over to him and and takes hold, spinning him around and walking backwards with him over to the side of the stage.

Axel Reid: Uh oh..what’s Bickerton got in mind?

Ruby Parvarti: Pain, Axel! PAIN!

Tyron Bickerton: WHEN WILL YOU LEARN, WILLIAMS?! HUH?! THE REQUIEM’S OVER! OUR FRIENDSHIP IS OVER! OUR FREAKING BROTHERHOOD IS OVER!

Jolting backwards, both men collide with the concrete due to an insane russian legsweep.

Ruby Parvarti: OH MY GOD! I’ve never seen a russian legsweep used in such a badass way before!

Axel Reid: That was SICK! How many times is Bickerton going to try and end Heath’s career?!

Ruby Parvarti: As many times as it takes for him to succeed, Reid! Wait, hey, look at the ring!

Winter, Kincaid and Gwen are all climbing to their feet, the first to succeed being Winter, followed by Gwen. Kincaid’s still on his knees as Winter goes over and tries for a swinging neckbreaker, however to no avail as Kincaid shoves her into the ring ropes, right before being met by The Killing Joke from Gwen.

Ruby Parvarti: The second spear Kincaid’s been hit with tonight!

Winter bounces back but is nailed by the Remedy of Chaos. Gwen goes for the cover…

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!!!!!!

Ruby Parvarti: Gwen’s done it! Gwen destroyed the odds and won the fatal four way!

Axel Reid: Gwendolyn Massey, the Warden of the Asylum and a force to be reckoned with!

Ruby Parvarti: That’s for sure!

Jerry Heisenberg: Here is your winner, the Lady Joker Herself...GWEEEENDOLYYYNNN MAAASSEEYYYY!!!

Gwen stands, raising her arms in triumph with the audience backing her. She looks over at the top of the ramp as the EMTs come from backstage, checking on Heath and Tyron just before the scene goes to another commercial.

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Breakthrough (Edition #48) Results! Jul 22, 2016 14:27:34 GMT -6

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Post by Matt Slater on Jul 22, 2016 14:27:34 GMT -6

Got Wood?

As the fans settle down to continue watching the rest of the show, the opening bass line to “I Will Not Break” by A Sound Of Thunder begins to blare through the PA system sending the crowd into a frenzy.

“And you heard the girls talking, and you thought they were talking about you.”

“Oh no we can’t ask her, she’s a creep!”

“Who are they talking about?”

As the song kicks in, the camera cuts to the stage as there stands Stacy Jones, dressed in her normal wrestling gear, a black leather jacket and a plain black cap.

Axel Reid: And here she is, Ruby! Stacy Jones is back!

Ruby Parvati: I’m surprised she’s here instead of crying into her new girlfriends arms after losing yet again and embarrassing herself on VoW’s biggest stage.

Heading down the ramp, she slaps the fans hands on the way before stopping at the bottom and embracing her super fan, Elsie in a tight hug before removing her hat and placing it on top of Elsie’s head.

Axel Reid: She may have lost Ruby, but there is certainly nothing to be embarrassed about. She fought with heart and determination and unfortunately, she came up short.

Ruby Parvati: She makes a habit of constantly losing, Axel. Just like Ryder Blade said, #NoFearNoNegativityNoWins, haha!

Jones hops up onto the apron and climbs through the ropes into the ring before calling for a microphone and is handed one as “I Will Not Break” fades out.

Stacy Jones: What a welcome! What’s up Dayton!

The fans cheer wildly at the mention of their hometown as Jones nods with a smile on her face.

Stacy Jones: Y’know, I was honestly hoping to show up here tonight to talk about my victory in my final battle with Winter Pine at Fate of the Gods II...

Immediately the fans boo at the mention of Pine’s name as Jones nods.

Stacy Jones: Unfortunately, I didn’t win...and as much as it pains me to say it, Winter Pine was the better woman that night.

The fans booing grows as Jones just shrugs.

Stacy Jones: What can I say? I was defeated by the better woman that night. But I’m okay with that. Because what matters most to me is that I have my friends back, I have a new girlfriend...and of course, I have all of you back beside me!

Pointing around to the sold out crowd, they all pick up with cheers again.

Stacy Jones: So now what? What’s next for Stacy Jones? Well...of course, I still have that dream goal of mine...to one day become the VoW World Visionary Champion!

The fans burst with excitement at the sound of this.

Crowd: YOU DESERVE IT! <CLAP><CLAP><CLAP CLAP CLAP> YOU DESERVE IT! <CLAP><CLAP><CLAP CLAP CLAP>

Jones smiles at hearing this, placing her hand on her heart.

Stacy Jones: Aww guys, you’re so sweet...

She strokes her free hand through her long black and silver hair as she paces the ring a little.

Stacy Jones: However, that is something that I’m going to have to focus on at a later date, because for now, I have a date set for Heatstroke. So Mevy, if you would please come out here and join me...

The crowd goes bananas at the sheer mention of one Emevlas Stastias, as much like the last time someone asked her to come out to the ring, a pyro bomb drop falls from the rafters and the microphone drops from Jones’ lips.

"Yeah! We're comin' down!"

The pyro hits three times, and as the song starts up, out comes The Cult of Personality herself, her own microphone already in hand. She wastes no time walking to the ring this time, as she begins to speak and her theme fades out.

Emevlas Stastias: Well, aren't I the popular one lately? First Reya Serra, and now Stacy Jones. I'd ask who's next, but really, Stacy's the end all be all for me.

Ever the crowd-popper is The Cult of Personality, as she slides into the ring and bounces right up, maintaining eye contact with Jones.

Emevlas Stastias: You feel that, Stacy? That's the electricity of this crowd tonight, it's like we stepped right into a power outlet. It's all tingly, and, frankly, it gives me goosebumps. That and it's kinda cold in here, that's partly why I'm wearing wrestling pants for tonight.

This elicits a slight laugh from some loud fans in the crowd, mixed with the ever-present low cheers.

Stacy Jones: Oh I feel it, Mevy. This is the first time the two of us have stepped into the same ring together and these people know it! But as you pointed out earlier, I am your be all and end all when it comes to your wrestling career...

Jones smirks slightly.

Stacy Jones: Which, I’m still honored about, by the way. You’ve had one hell of a career, you’ve held title after title after title. And even though we’ve known each other for only a short period of time, I honestly look up to you...I respect you...and I want to make sure that our first and last match against one another, is worthy of being your retirement match. A match that you will look back on with fond memories of for the rest of your life...

Stastias nods in agreement, her own smirk unmoved since she's shown up.

Emevlas Stastias: Trust me, you don't have any problems doing that, though I wouldn't necessarily call a year and a half "a short time," either...you surprise me, Jonesy. For anyone unfamiliar, I was wrestling for a Chicago indy fed when I met Stacy. I was also going through a weird-ass phase in my life, where it felt like I wasn't quite the star I was a year before.

Stastias pauses for a split second.

Emevlas Stastias: I'm not that anymore, clearly, and trust me, you wouldn't have wanted to meet me at that point, either. During that time, there was supposed to be this HUGE 30-person match called BattleMania. When I say HUGE...I mean, like, Matthew Robinson's delusional ego HUGE. It was supposed to be this massive event down in Brazil. Stacy had signed up for it, and I was the first one to sign up for it. I was a lot of firsts, that's about it.

Another pause, for crowd reaction.

Emevlas Stastias: Now, Stacy...you and I, we shared some fightin' words, all right? I was crazy, you were you, we were going to meet inside that ring, man, we were hyping it all up, we were gonna tear each others throats out...and then I was the third person eliminated...

The crowd boos at this.

Emevlas Stastias: Then there was King of the Cage, you went far, as did a couple other Visionaries. VoW proved its worth in that. I was eliminated in the second round, after hyping up the match we were gonna have then.

Jones nods at everything that Stastias is saying.

Stacy Jones: You’re absolutely right, and now...here we are. No multi-person elimination match, no knock-out tournament to stop us from finally stepping in between these ropes and having this huge match against one another, that all of THESE people wanna see!

Jones points out to the sold out crowd who are on their feet right now, screaming with excitement.

Stacy Jones: However...I think this match between us needs something else. Having this match be your retirement match and having it at Heatstroke is going to be big enough...but I feel like we need something extra. Of course, this is merely going to be a suggestion and the choice ultimately at the end of the day, is yours. After all, this is YOUR retirement match, so it’s only right that you go out on your own terms...

Emevlas Stastias: Gotcha...

The Cult of Personality genuinely thinks over her decision, before her face lights up in confidence.

Emevlas Stastias: You know, I don't even know why I had to think of it, really...what's the one thing that I'm really well known for?

The fans pick up with their cheering and Jones smiles, nodding.

Stacy Jones: That’s exactly what I was thinking, Mevy. But I don’t know...

She looks out to the sold out crowd with a questioning look on her face.

Stacy Jones: ...do you guys wanna see Stacy Jones versus Emevlas Stastias in a Tables Match?

The fans go absolutely ballistic now as Jones and Stastias look out to the sold out crowd, both smiling and nodding at the reaction.

Axel Reid: This place is deafening!

Ruby Parvati: I hope they do have a Tables Match, then both of them can kill each other and make my life better.

Jones and Stastias turn back to one another and The Glampire shrugs.

Stacy Jones: Guess they like that idea just as much as we do...

Stastias shrugs along with Jones as she chuckles, rubbing her temple immediately afterwards before starting back up.

Emevlas Stastias: Told you they were freakin' electric tonight! But, yeah...let's see it: "The Glampire" Stacy Jones versus "The Cult of Personality" Emevlas Stastias: Tables Match, VoW Heatstroke, August 18th, Norfolk, V-A!

She walks right up to Jones.

Emevlas Stastias: Consider it a date...Ms. J.

Stastias tosses the microphone to her side as she attempts to exit the ring.

Stacy Jones: Hang on there, Mevy...one more thing...

Stastias stops and turns back to face her friendly rival, who now extends her arm for a handshake.

Stacy Jones: Good luck, and may the best woman win...

Stastias looks at the offered hand for a second, before looking to the crowd, and looking back to the hand, accepting it for a handshake before picking her microphone back up.

Emevlas Stastias: Indeed...may the best...and most destructive woman win. And trust me...I intend to. You should too.

And with that, Stastias leaves the ring and leaves her microphone on the apron before making her way up the ramp, leaving Jones alone inside the ring nodding as “I Will Not Break” picks back up.

Axel Reid: What a match this will be! This is going to be an instant classic!

Ruby Parvati: I can think of better matches, but I guess I can’t have all the matches I want.

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Breakthrough (Edition #48) Results! Jul 22, 2016 14:29:27 GMT -6

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Post by Matt Slater on Jul 22, 2016 14:29:27 GMT -6

Crossing A Line

The crowd boos as the big screen flashes to a smiling face of the current reigning VoW World Champion... Casanova English. English stands proudly with the title over his shoulder atop his leather jacket. He rubs his eyes shaking his head from side to side as he addresses the crowd.

Casanova English: Chaos eh? You know you ladies have done a very thorough job of ensuring everywhere you go fear follows with you. You take on the moniker of Death Emma like you can actually live up the the task at hand. Like you can actually silence me. See, you think yourself a higher being; a higher intelligence and I find that incredibly insulting. See you have no idea what my vision for this company truly is. You don't hear exactly what I am saying. You are far too busy going off on long winded diatribes about the volatility and violence Chaos can bring. Like we all need another explanation.

English yawns sarcastically readjusting the championship higher onto his shoulder. Some members of the audience cheer slightly due to their pure disgust of ChaosSworn. English paces back and forth for a moment along the black backdrop.

Casanova English: Last week you walked down that ramp with such arrogance, but to me it was just blatant and boastful bravado Emma. You walked down that ramp way and demanded respect, and for that I have to applaud you. My question is where was little Miss Carlisle two months ago when I offered an open challenge for this championship. You were no where to be found. You can say oh you were busy, or preoccupied with the destruction of another. Let's be honest though... you knew this was the end game. You knew the only reason you came into this organization was for this championship, and this head. It's been the only reason people have been walking in to this company left and right. It's because of me. I blew this place up and now you all know I'm the wolf that needs to be hunted. I've proven very very difficult to put down and silence. I am smell the sheer reek jealously every time I walk through the hallway with The Orphanage at my back. The fact that all those other little companies like GPW rested on your backs and your spine crumbled trying to support it. Yet here in VoW through thick and thin I have been on top. I have brought legitimacy to this company and Emma I'm not going to let you, Constance, Ryder, or anyone walk in here and turn it to a joke so easily. Your all like little puppies chasing a car. You would have no idea what to do once you caught you. You'd probably bash your skulls in on the bumper.

English pulls a cigarette from his front pocket, flips it through his fingers and slams it between his lips. He pulls a lighter up, cupping his hand around the end of the coffin nail. English blows a few puffs of smoke toward the camera and squints his eyes.

Casanova English: You want me to think you are different, you want me to think that you are special. That you are above order. That you have a third eye, but you are the same as the rest of them. You waited... coward. You don't think I saw you coming? You don't think I felt the cool breeze of death's breath upon my neck? Don't be so naïve darling. I've felt that breeze my whole life. I've made friends with it. I've ran from it. I've bled and waved, but they do say it will catch you one day. See the only thing that is more terrifying than death is suffering. Suffering is where I have laid seeds of hope and blossomed into the World Champion, The King, The Gatekeeper, The Modern Day Messiah. Nah.... Emma.

English waves his light cigarette at the camera the ember swaying back and forth.

Casanova English: I'm not scared of you. I think we can do beautiful things together. Maybe, together we can show the drone.... the children something new. You want to show them that nothing belongs to them, that nothing is whole, it's all an illusion. You want to show them we live in chaos. That everything can be destroyed; or be beautiful in a slit second. Somethings that can even be simultaneous. Our messages aren't so different. I'm here to tame the wild horse that is Chaos. I'm here to hop on it's back and straddle it into submission. I'm here to show the robots that they can control their own destiny. It's complicated, but love always is.

English winks and smirks at that last line he delivered sarcastically knowing Emma's distaste for the male sex.

Casanova English: Things are heating up around here. I know Ryder Blade is frothing at the mouth looking for a shot at this; and I know you are probably not the only member of ChaosSworn coming for this title. I see the envious eyes. I know everyone in the back wants a shot at this title and they all believe by now they have a case. I've grown this place to a pack of wolves that I am actually starting to get worried about.

The corner of English’s lip pops up as he blows a straight line of smoke out.

Casanova English: I've waited for things to heat up. I've longed for the another challenge. My lungs burning, and my face painted in blood... that's what I live for baby!!! WOOO!!!

English is wide eyed and grinning now.

Casanova English: You said all over Twitter that you were going to crucify me. That you were going to nail me to a cross.

English laughs almost hysterically now as he hops around. The black curtain behind him drops revealing a wooden cross. The crowd is silent as English steps up into the camera flicking his cancer stick to the ground.

Casanova English: I'm curious. I am curious to see if this is the true asylum of the damned I think it is. You said you would nail me to a cross. So lets see if you can put your money where your mouth is. Let's see if you really got the guys Emma. Let's see if you really deserve the shot at my title... and my reputation. I'm not going to make you famous for free.

English laughs as he stretches his arms out and the camera pants out to line him up with the crucifix as if he is hanging on it. The camera cuts back to the arena that seems slightly disturbed by what they have just saw.

Axel Reid: Well, things are really getting crazy and heating up here in the VoW main event scene. Closer and closer people get to taking his championship Ruby.

Ruby Parvati: He is insane Axel. Challenging Emma to do something like that. She is one of the few people in the industry that would follow through.

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Breakthrough (Edition #48) Results! Jul 22, 2016 14:34:41 GMT -6

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Post by Matt Slater on Jul 22, 2016 14:34:41 GMT -6

Rebecca Saint vs. Stacy Jones

We return to ringside to see Jerry Heisenberg waiting to introduce the next match.

Jerry Heisenberg: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall!

“Hello Bitches” by CL plays throughout the arena, and the fans are prompted to jeer. The volume of their disdain only increases as Rebecca Saint emerges from the curtain with her nose turned upwards, arms spread wide like some kind of messiah. Following closely behind is Mimi Mai Saint, whom has recently been reunited with her family.

Jerry Heisenberg: Introducing first, accompanied by Mimi Mai Saint… From Saint City, weighing in at 135 pounds… REBECCA SAINT!!!

Ruby Parvati: Listen to how disrespectful these people are being toward Miss Saint! She’s generous enough to grace us with her presence, the least they could do is show her some gratitude!

Axel Reid: The VoW fans are a passionate bunch, and they’ll only give their respect to someone who respects them in return.

Mimi opens the ropes for her mother as she climbs into the ring, her long, white robe sweeping through as she takes centre stage. She opens the robe, which is still stained with Kelsey Spencer’s blood, to reveal the unsanctioned Saint City Championship belt strapped securely around her waist. She removes her robe, unclips her title and holds it high above her head as her theme fades out.

Jeers morph into cheers as “I Will Not Break” by A Sound Of Thunder blasts out of the PA system. The camera pans around the arena at the fans cheering wildly, and comes to a stop at the top of the ramp, where The Glampire has appeared… Her grin noticeably absent. She simply glares at Rebecca, who’s mocking her with inappropriate hand gestures regarding Jones’ sexuality.

Jerry Heisenberg: And her opponent! From New York City, New York… Standing 5 foot 7 and weighing 150 pounds! She is “The Glam--”

Heisenberg is unable to finish his announcement, startled by the scene of sudden violence before him. Jones has dashed down the ramp and tackled Saint to the mat, pummeling her with closed right fists. Saint is unable to retaliate and can only cover up to defend herself from the onslaught.

Axel Reid: An unusually aggressive side of Stacy Jones being shown here!

Ruby Parvati: What’s up her butt?

Axel Reid: I’m sure it has something to do with Rebecca taunting Stacy over her sexual preferences.

The official forces Stacy back into a corner while Rebecca tries to regroup. When he deems Stacy’s calmed down enough and Rebecca’s collected her thoughts, he calls for the bell to officially signify the beginning of this match.

Both women circle each other, scouting for an opening. Jones takes a much more guarded stance than we’re used to seeing from her, much more wary of her conniving foe. Saint leans in and the two engage in a hard collar-and-elbow, with Jones gaining the upper hand as she shifts into a side headlock. Desperate to escape, Saint grabs a handful of Stacy’s silver and black locks and pulls, maneuvering her closer to the ropes to force a break; it’s a slow, drawn-out release of the headlock, Jones keeping a sharp eye on Saint’s movements. Once she’s released, Saint rubs her palm in Jones’ face and quickly steps back.

Axel Reid: That’s just downright disrespectful!

Ruby Parvati: Oh, and that attack on Miss Saint before the match even started wasn’t?

Axel Reid: All Saint’s doing here is making Stacy mad, and that’s something you don’t wanna do.

Jones lunges at Saint, taking her off her feet with a double-leg takedown, allowing her to deliver a series of hard right shots to the head. She creates some separation and stalks Saint as she staggers to her feet, only to take her back down to the canvas with a clothesline. She immediately follows up with a cover.

ONE!

Saint quickly powers out by rolling onto her stomach - only to find herself trapped in a swiftly-applied STF! The crowd cheers at the impressive transition executed by Jones, who wrenches the hold as Saint desperately scrambles to grasp the bottom rope. Despite the break being called, Jones is refusing to release the hold.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FI--

Jones releases at the very last second as Saint clutches her left knee. When Jones grabs Saint’s ankle to follow-up, she’s stunned by a boot to the temple - as Stacy staggers back, Rebecca reveals her injured knee was nothing more than a facade to trick Jones. She grabs a handful of Stacy’s hair, ramming her face-first into the turnbuckle repeatedly until the referee steps in. Jones turns and leans back, propping herself up with the aid of the top rope.

Axel Reid: Rebecca Saint is taking control of this match again, and it looks like these two aren’t holding anything back! They genuinely despise each other!

Ruby Parvati: When you’re as jealous as Stacy is of Miss Saint’s elegance, you’re bound to harbour a decent amount of resentment.

Axel Reid: I don’t think that’s it at all. Rebecca made this personal!

Saint wastes little time following up, climbing to the second rope in front of Jones to deliver a series of mounted punches. She pauses for a moment to arrogantly taunt the audience, and finds Stacy’s arms wrapped firmly around her waist. She’s helpless as Jones charges out of the corner, driving Saint into the canvas with a vicious spinebuster, right before she immediately goes for a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

Saint’s right shoulder shoots off the mat. Jones gets to her feet and drags Saint up with her, hammering her with a pair of right forearm shots. However, Saint retaliates with forearm shots of her own. Back and forth the two ladies go, trading hammering blows until Stacy becomes groggy - Saint whips her opponent into the ropes, and as she rebounds, takes her down with a high knee. As Jones crumples to the mat, Saint goes for a pin attempt.

ONE!

TWO!

Jones is able to quickly kick out.

Ruby Parvati: Oh, I thought Miss Saint had her!

Axel Reid: It’s gonna take a lot more than that to keep The Glampire down!

Saint takes an extended moment to taunt the crowd once more as Jones begins to stir, causing the fans to shower her with boos. Before Jones has completely collected her wits, Saint lifts her to her feet and pushes her back into the nearest corner, choking her with her boot - something that’s more commonly seen out of Stacy Jones than Rebecca Saint.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

Becoming fed up with Saint’s constant disregard for the rules, the official decides to physically bring Saint back to the center of the ring and give her a stern lecture - this provides enough time for Mimi to climb onto the apron and strangle Stacy with the tag rope, right behind the referee’s back. She drops back down to the arena floor mere seconds before the ref is done talking to Rebecca.

Axel Reid: Will Rebecca Saint stop at nothing to steal a victory tonight?!

Ruby Parvati: She’s using all of the tools at her disposal, Reid! You’d do the same!

Axel Reid: I most certainly would not! What ever happened to winning with pride?

Saint yanks Jones out of the corner by her hair, and places her in a front facelock, immediately driving her down to the canvas with a DDT. As Jones lies supine in the middle of the ring, Saint doesn’t go for a cover - instead, she grabs a hold of Stacy’s ankle and the audience jeers in reaction.

Ruby Parvati: Here it comes, Axel! Saint’s Row!

As Rebecca steps over her opponent’s leg to initiate the first part of the move, Jones wisely uses her free leg to kick Saint off, sending her crashing face-first into the nearby turnbuckle. Jones follows through by rolling up Saint into a swift pin.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE--

Saint desperately rolls her shoulder up, prompting the crowd to let out a collective sigh of disappointment - they were convinced Stacy had just picked up the victory. Saint climbs to her feet with the aid of the ropes, and turns - right into the jumping corkscrew roundhouse kick from Jones!

Axel Reid: Stacy’s Kick! Could this be it?!

Stacy falls into a cover, hooking both legs.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE???

NO! Saint managed to grab the bottom rope just before the referee’s hand slapped the mat a third time. Jones sits idle in the ring for a moment, then slaps the mat in frustration.

Axel Reid: Stacy thought she had it there, as I’m sure many of the fans did as well!

Ruby Parvati: She hooked both legs to prevent a rope break, but she wasn’t counting on Saint being able to grab a hold of that rope! Very smart by the Matriarch of Saint City!

Jones delivers a series of European uppercuts to the now-vertical Saint, who groggily falls to one knee. Rather than show Stacy any form of respect, Rebecca makes an obscene gesture towards Jones - involving her hand and tongue - designed to poke fun at her sexual preferences. This sends Stacy Jones into a frenzy; she connects with a series of hard kicks that echo throughout the Hara Arena, right before she tosses her opponent over the top rope, where she remains on the apron. Stacy glances out at the fans, their encouraging cheers bringing a smile to her face - they know exactly what she has planned. She rebounds off the ropes, looking for a spear through the middle and top ropes.

But Saint has it scouted, side-stepping and booting Jones square in the jaw, putting the brakes on her planned technique. As Jones remains between the two ropes seeing stars, Saint manages to climb back into the ring - clutching her midsection, she motions to the referee, indicating that she may be seriously injured.

Axel Reid: I think there may be something wrong with Rebecca here…

Ruby Parvati: Did you see the force of those kicks from Stacy?! I wouldn’t be surprised if poor Miss Saint has a broken rib or two!

While the referee’s attention is focused squarely on Rebecca’s situation, Mimi takes the opportunity to clock Jones across the head as hard as she can with the Saint City Championship belt. Miraculously, this motion cures Rebecca of her condition, as she dashes over and pins Jones in an Oklahoma roll - even going so far as to grab a handful of Stacy’s tights for good measure.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE???

THREE!!!

DING DING DING!!!

Jerry Heisenberg: Here is your winner... REBECCA SAINT!!!

Axel Reid: Unbelievable! Rebecca Saint has stolen another victory!

Ruby Parvati: I can tell by your tone that you’re pretty pissed, Axel! But there’s nothing you can do about it! Miss Saint outsmarts yet another dimwit!

Saint jumps out of the ring as quickly as she can, regrouping with Mimi who hands her title belt over to her. She’s still clutching her midsection - obviously hurt from those kicks delivered by Jones - but not anywhere close to the extent she made it out to be. As “Hello Bitches” plays, Rebecca is assisted up the ramp by her daughter, fans dissatisfied by the sketchy finish. Jones sits in the opposite corner of the ring, head resting in her hands as Rebecca and Mimi celebrate their victory.

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Breakthrough (Edition #48) Results! Jul 22, 2016 14:37:51 GMT -6

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Post by Matt Slater on Jul 22, 2016 14:37:51 GMT -6

Demand What You Want... And Get What You Fear

Down in the bowels of the Hara Arena it's dark and loud... and foreboding. The rattling of old pipes and the hiss of steam which not only adds to the humidity but obscures one's view in a darkness already thick enough to do just that. Still, there's a camera rooting around down here for a reason, right? They wouldn't just send some poor camera-jockey rooting around in the arena bowels in the hopes of catching a Gastly or a Haunter on Pokemon GO...

...right?

The boiler room in particular is where the focus is. The wet concrete floor, the banging and aforementioned rattling and a bit of an echo from the fans a few levels above the ceiling... it creates a dangerous ambiance. Anything could go on here and none would hear about it, much less see it. But when a dim light is flicked on, the only thing in plain sight aside from what's standard is a steel folding chair. And atop that is a stuffed penguin complete with a top hat, bow tie and monocle. It seems almost mocking, but on the other hand it's a little threatening. A joke, perhaps a red herring, to rattle anyone who comes calling.

Axel Reid: That... penguin looks familiar.

Ruby Parvati: Missing your binky from back in the day, Axel?

Axel Reid: Oh, you're a laugh riot tonight-

A soft, hissing voice emits from close by and, if one were possessed of a little imagination, it might sound like it was coming from that penguin. Except it's probaly a boy and this voice sounds decidedly girlish.

Voice: Back to a time of simplicity, when there was only the victim and the victimizer. When they were toy soliders all, lined up all pretty and neat, ready for the titan's mountain-sized fist and foot to mow them down like so many fleshy puppets. Back to when there was no temptation, be it golden or more... carnal. Once... upon a time. When this one did not carry such burdens on her broken shoulders.

Cloaked and hooded, the voice gives the speaker away as Emma Carlisle, though only the lower half of her face is visible in the shadows. Pale hands tipped in black settle upon the back of the chair, the unnatural breeze making her cloak and hood toss and sway. Her lips are likewise black, causing a similarly unnatural paleness of in the flesh of her face. The only real color comes from the pink of her tongue flicking out to lick the ebony-painted flesh.

Emma Carlisle: Did you hear this one's words days ago, Casanova English? It told you that there was nothing left to lose, no time left for games and grandeur. But you thought it a lark, yes... it was in every tone, every inflection. Because you, Casanova English, are a survivor.

The word is spat more than spoken. Her nails scraping against the steel of the chair makes an altogether hideous sound.

Emma Carlisle: You're a parasite, less than a disease-carrying cockroach or a plauge-infested rat. Feeding off thoe stronger, better, in an effort to prolong your time in the light. You will find this one far more dangerous than a Blade, Iser or Black, English. Yes, this one knows all the tales...

She bites her lower lip hard enough to draw blood for some reason, out of frustration perhaps, and then licks it from her own flesh.

Emma Carlisle: You offer yourself like a harlot on the street corner, rampant with festering sores and missing teeth, wiggling a bony ass in the hopes that some down-on-their-luck John would take pity and press a few bills into their hand for a roll. You want all the attention you can get and don't care what you have to do to get it. The difference between the rest and this one, however, is that this one doesn't do rules. It doesn't do fear, respect or misdirection. What it says, it does. What it wants, it will inevitably get. But... on this night, the great champion of a dying company maybe, just maybe, has earned the right to have their request fulfilled.

From within the folds of her robe, Emma takes a ten-pound maul and three nails the size of railroad spikes.

Emma Carlisle: Ask and ye shall receive, English. But when in three days you are still beneath six feet of dirt and dust, there will be no tears left to cry from the realization that you were fatally wrong to try dancing with Death.

Sliding the implements back into her robe, Emma melts back into the darkness, the focus back on the penguin for a moment before the feed cuts to ringside.

Axel Reid: Oh... you don't think she's serious, do you?

Ruby Parvati: I think she's half-retarded if she believes she'll get the better of our champion in any way tonight, Axel. But... I AM intrigued.

Axel Reid: That was an Emma hearkening back to her GPW days, a far different animal if stories are to be believed. I have to wonder what pushed her to this point when, if nothing else, she has been persistent in her approach since arriving in VoW.

Ruby Parvati: Just go on and ask her that, Axel. Tell me what she says.

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Breakthrough (Edition #48) Results! Jul 22, 2016 14:40:26 GMT -6

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Post by Matt Slater on Jul 22, 2016 14:40:26 GMT -6

Lunatic Returns

After Emma concludes her speech, another video follows. The rough looking face of Dustin Holt appears. His eyes look to be full of fire as the audience stares in awe.

Dustin Holt: What? You assholes didn't expect to see me tonight? I did tell all of you that I would be back and guess what here I am. Now, why am I back? Well, I have a s-bleep- ton of unfinished business to deal with before I can move on to my next phase. The one person on my little hitlist is someone who has been on my radar for quite some time. I should have taken that Zero Gravity Championship from her... but that is a moot point.

Dustin pauses as the crowd boos.

Dustin Holt: In case you dunce buckets need some clarity, my first target is to finally get a win over Katie Moicelle. So Katie, I know you have been through some terrible s-bleep- but trust me I can put that out of your mind. Katie, I expect to hear an answer from you very soon.

Dustin arches his spine in thought.

Dustin Holt: As for other matters, I would like to challenge that idiot Jamo since he can't keep my damn name out of his mouth. So Jamo, if you want a piece of me again, you better get ready because you are about to endure a very painful catastrophic meltdown.

Dustin smirks while leaning over to pick something up off the ground. His smirk disappears as he chucks a brick at the camera. The camera shatters as the screen goes completely black.

Ruby Parvati: So the lunatic is back as crazy as ever. He's got some pretty bitter targets too. Katie better start looking over her shoulder again.

Axel Reid: Will Katie accept his challenge? Furthermore, will he face Jamo again? We'll just have to find out.

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Breakthrough (Edition #48) Results! Jul 22, 2016 14:44:03 GMT -6

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Post by Matt Slater on Jul 22, 2016 14:44:03 GMT -6

Quest For The Case Qualifying Match
Maxwell Soloke vs. Joanna Thade

We return to ringside to see Jerry Heisenberg ready to introduce the next match.

Jesse Heisenberg: The following contest is a Quest For The Case Qualification Match, and it is scheduled for one fall!

As the drums begin to beat, fires begin to erupt from the stage gently. The hometown crowd of Ohio starts to roar with cheers.

You can set yourself on fire
You can set yourself on fire

As the fires begin to die down, the crowd begins to cheer as Max Soloke is standing in the middle of the stage. However, instead of the usual trenchcoat and sweats, he seems to be dressed in a three-piece suit with tie and shoes and everything. All the same, the cane is still there.

Jesse Heisenberg: Introducing first, hailing from Bexley, Ohio… standing at 5’9” and weighing in at 200lbs… “The Renaissance Man” MAXWELL SOLOKE!!!

Ruby Parvati: Renaissance Man? And I didn’t think he could turn out more of a geek than he already was with that Konami Code Tap-Dancing B.S...

Axel Reid: Actually, a renaissance man, by definition, is something like a jack of all trades. As announced on a personal stream he had between events, he was going to try something new. For every event, he was going to try something new.

Ruby Parvati: And what is it today?

Axel Reid: Dancing.

Ruby Parvati: He seems to be failing that already, then.

As the lyrics of P@TD's "Crazy=Genius" plays out, he mouths the words and pantomimes to the crowd sitting in the front row. Smooth in every step, almost mimicking tap-dancing to the beat of the song, he makes his way to the ring up until the chorus.

He slips into the ring and mouths into the cane with both hands holding tightly over it, as if he was a rockstar playing out a power ballad.

And I said
Hey ay ay, hey ay
if crazy equals genius
Hey ay ay, hey ay
if crazy equals genius

The stage explodes with light as a small flame and pyrotechnics blow to the lyrics. He turns his attention to the stage with a smirk on his lips.

Then I'm a f------- arsonist
I'm a rocket scientist
Hey ay ay
If crazy equals genius

He leans back against his turnbuckle with his arms crossed, his cane against his chest. His eyes are affixed back towards the stage with a slightly evil smirk as the fires grow and grow.

You can set yourself on fire
But you're never gonna burn, burn, burn
You can set yourself on fire
But you're never gonna learn, learn, learn
Hey!

One final pop follows the hey as the crowd resumes their ovation of Soloke whilst his theme song plays quieter in the background now. He bows to them, happy that they appreciated his showing. He puts the cane down in his corner and stands in wait of his opponent in the center of the ring. His smirk dies into a smile as his focus turns from pleasing the crowd to his match and his opponent.

Jesse Heisenberg: And his opponent...

Heisenberg gives it a moment for Joanna’s music to start playing… but it never does. The arena remains quiet for a moment. After a bit of time passes, Max taps Jesse on the shoulder and asks for the microphone.

Axel Reid: Where exactly is Joanna Thade?

Ruby Parvati: Well, if you did your research on BOTH opponents today, you would know that she is still very upset for being put up in matches by herself instead of with her partner, Emma. Maybe she’s finally had enough and didn’t show up.

… What follows is every bit of a bad idea.

Maxwell Soloke: Joanna! Joanna, come on out! I even put on my Sunday’s best for you! You said you wanted to dance, right? A tango of darkness and light? Well, come on out!

Nothing…

Axel Reid: Is he… trying to goad her into a match?

Ruby Parvati: The crowd seems to be into it but… if Joanna is here tonight, he is going to regret calling her out personally.

Maxwell Soloke: Come on, Joanna. You said you would be so happy to see me in this ring. Are you REALLY not going to show up for our match, just because it’s a singles competition?

Once again… nothing. At this point, Max sighs, a little bit defeated. Into the mic, he speaks one more time… regrettably.

Maxwell Soloke: Well… I suppose that my first win is just going to be by forfeit over the psychopath.

Axel Reid and Ruby Parvati: He said it…

Maxwell Soloke: Timekeeper, please ring the--

Suddenly, the arena darkens while fog wafts up from beneath the stage, lights going off with a strobe effect meant to resemble lightning as the sound of thunder rumbles through the speakers. The sounds go silent after a few moments before the lights come up with a blue tint, a spotlight shining down on two kneeling figures who rise from within the fog at the top of the ramp moments before the haunting opening of "Cut the Cord" by Shinedown starts. Both figures start to rise as the baseline comes in. Slowly giving nothing away until the bone-chilling thunder of vocals of children echo throughout the arena. One figure throws back her hood revealing her unmistakable blue hair. Laughing along with the lyrics Joanna sways back and forth until "Cord" comes through. Max hands the microphone back to Jerry.

Jerry Heisenberg: And his opponent, being accompanied to the ring by Emma Carlisle… hailing from the other side of sanity… standing at 5’4” and weighing in at 145lbs… “The Warchild" JOANNA THADE!!!

Axel Reid: Ask and you shall receive… eventually.

Ruby Parvati: But instead of one, he’s brought both of them out. Chaos will occur on this day.

Joanna throws off her robes and heads to the ring, biting her lips as she savors the meal to come. The hood rests on the other's shoulders as a masked Emma Carlisle stands stoically at the base of the ramp as Joanna skips to the music. Circling around the ring, Joanna refuses to take her eyes off her prey until Emma draws her attention to the task at hand and shares a quick nod. Emma pulls herself up onto the apron and enters the ring, casting aside her cloak as she walks to the center as Joanna runs and slides in under the bottom rope. Peeling off the mask, the Nihilist glares into the camera before tilting her head back and shrieking loudly. More of the thunder and strobe lighting erupts at this, briefly, before she lowers her head again. Joanna moves to take a knee before her, the maul portion of Hephty pressed to the mat while Emma places a black-nailed hand on her partner's shoulder, the Warchild affecting a delightedly malicious smile and shrieking laughter to match her partner's deafening wail. Joanna stands and paces hungrily as Emma exits the ring.

Ruby Parvati: Do I detect some regret from poor little Maxie?

Axel Reid: Maybe he’s thinking… thinking of how to combat such a mind.

Joanna stops pacing, standing still at her corner and looking Maxwell up and down. A playful smirk appears on her face, leading to her looking at Emma. Her companion nods, knowing how Joanna feels but also knowing the task at hand.

Axel Reid: It seems we will have a match… depending on if Joanna wants to abide by those rules.

Ruby Parvati: Last time she left Datura and Zahara to battle it out before she ran in with a weapon. This time… who knows what she has in store.

Another deafening shriek suddenly pierces through the airwaves, just before the bell is rung to start the contest!

DING DING DING!

Once the bell sounds, Joanna sprints out of the corner and pummels Soloke with kicks and elbows, soon bringing him to his knees in pain. Joanna senses the anguish and laughs, kicking Maxwell in the head and then giving him a Facebuster!

Ruby Parvati: This was definitely a bad idea from Soloke. He’s actually got Joanna wanting to compete by herself for once!

Axel Reid: Of course Emma is out there for support, but this is her match. There will be no interference of any kind.

Relishing the damage she is causing already, Joanna plays with her hair in a delightful manner. Maxwell steadily returns to his feet, with Joanna biting her lip at her next motive. Speed comes into play again as Joanna nails a Thesz Press… but Soloke counters from the ground, striking Joanna in the body with a closed fist. From the canvas he strikes over and over, hitting Thade wherever possible until the sadomasochistic Warchild rolls away, laughing at this situation.

Axel Reid: No psychiatrist can fix this woman. She lives in lunacy and fantasy.

Ruby Parvati: Or is that simply what she wants the world to believe?

Axel Reid: Joanna never lies. That is one thing anyone can attest to.

Using his brawling acumen, Soloke blocks a sweeping kick from Joanna and nails her with a European Uppercut. The leader of the Horsewomen staggers, yet she does not fall. Another uppercut connects shortly thereafter, leading to an Irish Whip from Maxwell and a Bicycle Kick!

Axel Reid: This match started off so promising for Joanna, but now Maxwell has the upper hand.

Soloke brings Joanna up and nails a Running Facebuster, setting up a cover that the referee prepares to count…

ONE!

TW--

No, Joanna rolls her shoulder out to break the pin.

Ruby Parvati: As if Joanna would have been beaten by that kind of move. She’s taken much, much worse throughout her career.

Axel Reid: And her life. Then again, so has Soloke. These two are cut from the same cloth… it’s just one part of the cloth was more weathered and decrepit than the other.

Emma silently watches on as Maxwell hammers Joanna with blows, dancing away to enjoyment from the fans. He seems to be engaged in his current persona, spreading a cheshire-smile towards Thade. This summons a cold glare from Carlisle behind his back, yet she remains stationary. Standing up, Joanna rushes at Soloke, but he dances away from her jabs.

Ruby Parvati: He’s not dancing. He’s dicing with death. He’s playing with a fire he can’t control!

After another dodge, Maxwell kicks Joanna in the abdomen and goes for a Swinging Neckbreaker. But as he swings, Joanna slips out of his grasp, sending Soloke to the canvas by hmself! The Warchild shakes her head, wandering towards the ropes before she bounces off them and catches Max with a running knee, instantly followed by a snap Neckbreaker of her own!

Axel Reid: That was a crisp Neckbreaker from Joanna, who is now going for the cover!

Joanna hooks the leg as the referee gets into position…

ONE!

TWO!

NO! Maxwell gets his shoulder up after two!

Joanna shrugs after the failed pinfall, knowing she just has more time to have fun. Returning to a vertical base, Thade stomps down on Soloke in several places, eventually mounting his prone body and pummelling him with punches.

Ruby Parvati: This match has just been a brawl. This is the kind of thing you see in illegal cage fights!

Axel Reid: This is the type of match Joanna wants… but on the other side of the coin, Maxwell does well in these types of battles as well.

Managing to pull Soloke up, Joanna knees him in the stomach and sets up a Bulldog. As she runs forward and leaps, Soloke somehow holds her aloft without being taken over by the momentum, transitioning the bulldog into a Blue Thunder Bomb!

Axel Reid: What a genius counter from Maxwell!

However, Joanna is already scrambling to get up again. Realizing he has to change this, Soloke rushes to the ropes and bounces off them, flying at Joanna with a smooth Adrenaline Crash, otherwise known as the Sling Blade!

Axel Reid: And there’s the Adrenaline Crash!

Maxwell covers Joanna again…

ONE!

TWO!

NO! Joanna kicks out with defiance!

Ruby Parvati: It’s still not good enough. The more Maxwell damages her, the more she’s just going to make him pay.

Soloke contemplates his next move, not listening to the crowd as they chant his name. He pulls Joanna back up and delivers some quick jabs, leading to a whip to the corner. Soloke chases Joanna in and connects with a running knee, causing Joanna to stumble out and fall to one knee. Given the opportunity, Soloke mounts the same corner and stands on the top rope, waiting for Joanna to turn around. She does so, and Maxwell goes flying with an Elbow Smash… only for Joanna to counter with a dropkick!

Ruby Parvati: Now how about that! The height was there and Joanna got all of it!

Downed from the dropkick, Soloke is unable to protect himself as Thade kicks him repeatedly. Once she has satisfied her needs, the Warchild mounts the same corner Maxwell was just on and jumps off, crashing into him with a Swanton Bomb!

Axel Reid: The pace has not slowed at all. These two are just so energetic and tolerant!

Instead of going for a cover, Joanna drags Maxwell to the corner and sits him there. Afterwards, she skips away laughing… until she runs at him with a Corner Front Dropkick!

Ruby Parvati: Maxwell’s eyes are rolling into the back of his head. He’s starting to come undone!

Following Emma’s given blessing, Joanna bows to the audience in front of Maxwell, only to jump up and spin onto him with a Moonsault. The impact causes Soloke to sit up and feel his stomach, at which point Joanna rushes to the ropes for momentum and comes back with a vicious PsyKick!

Axel Reid: There’s the PsyKick! That could be it!

Joanna smirks as she makes the cover…

ONE!

TWO!

THRE-- NO!

MAXWELL KICKS OUT JUST IN TIME!

Ruby Parvati: How resilient is he?!

Axel Reid: Maxwell has been known to have a high threshold. His hardcore endeavours have built up his endurance over the years!

Summoning the desire to continue, Joanna skips around Soloke until she knees him in the head. Another knee greets his spinal column, forcing Maxwell to roll away. With Joanna in pursuit, Maxwell retreats to the ropes, but is given another kick for his troubles. Placing Maxwell in a vulnerable position, Joanna runs to the ropes and bounces off them again… but before she can get near her foe, Soloke rises and kicks Joanna in the stomach! Once she doubles over, he connects with a European Uppercut and concludes his assault with a Roundhouse Kick, completing the Maxus Combo!

Axel Reid: And from the depths rises Max’s heart again! He just never wants to give up!

Ruby Parvati: Yet he loses every time!

Axel Reid: Maybe not this time!

Generating interest, Maxwell occupies the corner and looks around at the crowd. They soon understand what he is about to do, and once he starts, they cheer at every movement.

Ruby Parvati: Oh damn it, not this!

Maxwell stomps in the Konami Code on the canvas, creating noise that stirs Joanna. The Warchild slowly stands back up as Soloke increases his speed, developing more noise that the crowd follow accordingly.

Axel Reid: Joanna is not in a good spot! Maxwell is prepping like a bull!

Finally, Maxwell finishes, shouting along with the crowd “GAME! OVER!” Joanna turns, seeing Maxwell rushing at her for the PERFECT DISASTER!

Ruby Parvati: Watch out!

Unfortunately… it is Maxwell that suffers, being knocked down by a jumping DDT from Joanna!

Axel Reid: There’s another counter! There will be no Perfect Disaster right now!

Ruby Parvati: Not now, not ever!

Still, Soloke is aware enough to get to one knee. But as he does so, shaking off the cobwebs, Joanna rushes in and wraps her legs around his head, planting him onto the mat with The Undying!

Ruby Parvati: And then that just happened…

Axel Reid: Maxwell’s head just got spiked onto the canvas! He could be out!

Surprisingly, Soloke is not down and out yet. As Joanna smiles giddily through pain and pleasure, the Renaissance Man pushes himself up. That is until Thade latches onto him and shrieks… before giving him THE ELECTROSHOCK TREATMENT!

Axel Reid: THE EST connects!

Ruby Parvati: So much for that.

Joanna covers Maxwell, staring towards Emma as the referee counts!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!!

DING DING DING!!!

Ruby Parvati: Joanna Thade advances to the Quest For The Case Match!

Axel Reid: Indeed she does, but not without a fight.

Jerry Heisenberg: Here is your winner and entrant into the Quest For The Case Match at Heatstroke...JOANNA THADE!!!

Joanna bites her lip, looking down at Maxwell and the carnage she has wrought. Then she looks over at Emma, who nods with satisfaction at a job well done. Getting to her feet, Joanna is deemed the winner and then immediately leaves the ring, wanting nothing more to do with combat and instead turning her attention elsewhere.

Axel Reid: It’s another loss for Maxwell, but he nearly got Joanna in the end. He’s getting closer to succeeding.

Ruby Parvati: Next time he plays Renaissance Man, he should emulate a winner. Then he can actually win.

Axel Reid: I don’t think that’s how it works…

Ruby Parvati: Oh just wipe your glasses and shut up.

As Joanna leaves the ringside area with Emma, the scene changes.

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Main Event
Casanova English vs. Emma Carlisle

Axel Reid: Here we are at the main event and we have two of the most hated wrestlers in VoW going at it Ruby. I am excited, but at the same time worried that the very fabric of VoW may unravel here tonight.

Ruby Parvati: Emma made a hell of a statement last week when she stepped to English. Here tonight she is going to have to really back up all her talk.

Jerry Heisenberg: The following contest is a non-title match scheduled for one fall. First coming to the ring from Prince Edward Island, Canada...

The lights go dim as the eerie voice of a former member of the notorious Manson Family rings through the arena.

"yeah, I remember her saying:
I'm already dead... I'm already dead... I'm
already dead..."

Jerry Heisenberg: Weighing in at 200lbs standing 5'11 The current World Visionary Champion...

The lights flicker revealing Casanova English on the stage the crowd boos loudly as the voice continues.

"You're going to get up and scream. I'm
already dead... I'm already dead... I'm already dead..."
You're going to get up and-
Burn an x in your head."

Jerry Heisenberg: 'The Modern Day Messiah” CASANOVA ENGLISH!!!

As the lights come on the boos of the crowd dissipate. The VoW Championship is strapped around Casanova's waist, but it's what is on his back that really focuses the eye.

Ruby Parvati: Well... my God is that a cross?

English smiles as he drags a large wooden crucifix on his back down the the ring. The crowd boos loudly now seeing the gesture as an insult to a major deity. English smirks wide just dragging that cross to the ring.

Axel Reid: This is insane! I think this has to be something to get in Emma's head. Death did say that she would crucify English. She told him to bring the cross.

Ruby Parvati: Well it appears he has held up his part of the bargain. Let's hope Miss Carlisle will not hold up her part.

English potions the cross proudly against on the the ring posts and hands the championship to the time keeper. English slides in the ring and begins the bounce off the ropes. He stops in the center and sarcasticly cracks his neck as he stares toward the entrance. Then, the arena darkens while fog wafts up from beneath the stage, lights going off with a strobe effect meant to resemble lightning as the sound of thunder rumbles through the speakers. The sounds go silent after a few moments before the lights come up with a blue tint, a spotlight shining down on a kneeling figure who rises from within the fog at the top of the ramp moments before "The Watcher" by Xandria starts.

"Hate! Greed! The world turns to ashes!
War! Creed! No sign from Heaven!
Burn! Bleed! All just for nothing!"

Jerry Heisenberg: And his opponent... residing in Malibu, California and weighing in at 142 pounds... "Death Incarnate"... EMMA CARLISLE!!!

Throwing back her hood and thus revealing the skull mask beneath, Emma Carlisle stares coldly at the ring as the opening chorus gives way to a more slightly more subdued, foreboding tune before she walks purposefully down to the ring. Ignoring the reaching hands and the reactions negative or otherwise hurled in her direction, she stops at the bottom of the ramp and reaches within her robe. Her pale hands withdraw with the hammer and spikes shown previously in the show.

Axel Reid: Good God, she's serious...

Ruby Parvati: She's never been one to idly make threats, Axel...

"See the clouds in the sky still burning
Watch me counting the days in the rain

White eiderdown falls to the ground
Cover all that has been with death."

Emma pulls herself up onto the apron and enters the ring, leaving the hammer and nails beneath the turnbuckles and casting aside her cloak as she walks to the center. Peeling off the mask, she glares into the camera before tilting her head back and shrieking loudly. More of the thunder and strobe lighting erupts at this, briefly, before she lowers her head again."The Watcher" fades out slowly and Emma backs toward a corner and stands stoically awaiting the start of the match, her eyes never leaving English.

DING! DING! DING!

Axel Reid: This is just complete insanity. English complained there wasn't enough competition here in VoW and he has been made to swallow those words more that once. I think Emma may have him do it again.

Ruby Parvati: It is insanity. Carlisle brought spikes and a hammer to the ring... she is going to nail Casanova to that thing.

English and Emma glare at one another and then begin to pace like animals. They lock up for a test of strength. Emma puts up a fight and even tries to stomp a few toes, but Casanova come out on top pulling Carlisle into a headlock. Cass twists and pulls as Emma squirms and pounds at English's ribs. Cass smirks and hauls her over him slamming Emma to the mat. English holds her there pulling on the neck. Emma has a lot more fight than he expected though as she gets to her knees and eventually forces the battle back to their feet. Cass holds tight with that headlock though, that is until Emma snaps out of it and takes English down with a drop toe hold. Cass smashes his jaw off the mat, he goes to hold his face in pain... but Emma already has the arm tied up in an armbar. English squirms and holds his hand up looking as if he may tap. Then at the last second he rolls out of the armbar breaking both Emma and Casanova free from one another. They both stand now eying each other just like the match had begun momentarily.

Ruby Parvati: What action; and back to square one.

Axel Reid: It is hard to see who has the upper hand in this match honestly.

Emma runs at English now trying a different approach, but the champion moves tossing her to the corner. He is in hot pursuit, but Emma springs up with her hands and Casanova flies right under her. Now Cass turns to a wold flurry of strikes in the corner from Death Incarnate. English holds up his hands truing to block, but a kick in the gut folds him. Emma relives him from the torture with a well placed DDT. Now not letting up Emma stomps the champion wildly. English holds his arms where she is stomping trying to roll away. Eventually he rolls outside the ring. He wipes his lip and turns around to a baseball slide kick to the face that sends him backwards to the barricade. The crowd laughs as English scrambles back to his feet and slides in the ring only to meet more stomps. He battles through making it to his feet now. Jumping clothesline from Emma Carlisle sends Casanova back to the mat, he is quick to get up though only to receive a front powerslam. English in on his back now pain surging through his body from the assault. Emmas stands over him, staring down with a cold expression.

Ruby Parvati: Wow. Emma came to play here tonight, Axel. She responded to Casanova right there like not many have.

Axel Reid: Emma is showing English that she should never be ignored. Chaos came to destroy and here tonight she is going to do what she does best.

English is up and swings with a wild left and that is when Emma slips under him picks him up and...

Ruby Parvati: PALE STEED!

Axel Reid: She just nailed The World Visionary Champion. That could be it there.

ONE!

TWO!!!

THR----KICKOUT!!!!

English with the shoulder up and the crowd has a mixed reaction as Emma smirks knowing that it was worth a shot at least.

Ruby Parvati: Close call for Cassie there!

Engish nods his head like “Yeah, I'm awake now.” as Emma lets him to his feet. Cass shakes off the cobwebs and motions for Emma to bring it again. Emma screams and comes at English wildly. Cass stops her with a perfectly timed dropkick. Emma is up as fast as she hit he mat, but so is Cass as he delivers a hip toss. Emma up again, and English is ready with a kick to the stomach. Now he is backing her up to the corner with knees to the gut over and over. English has Emma in the corner and backs up, he runs, but Emma dodges. Now she charges, but English elevates her into the air causing her to bounce he face off the corner post. Emma comes off the impact stunned and turns right into a dragon sleeper. English has Emma pulled back and is bending the spine as she swings her arms around still trying to attack. The submission settles in and the ref comes over the as Emma is she wants to quit, she nearly claws his eyes out and English sinks it in a little more. The ref checks again as English smiles from ear to ear, before the ref can fully engage with Emma Cas drops her down with a inverted DDT.

Axel Reid: There we go. The champion getting some revenge there from the attack that Emma dished out. English has the technical advantage, I have decided. He is a little more sound with his attack. Emma though, once she gets rolling she is unstoppable. She is unpredictable with her attacks and strikes. She is never easy to put down.

Ruby Parvati: Well, by that final bell we will have our answer here tonight, Axel. English has the upper hand right now and he is laying a few stomps down on Emma now.

English flips Emma over and slips his leg between hers, English flips over Emma and locks in a sharpshooter.

Ruby Parvati: It Comes from Canada locked in right there Axel. English is going to town. He wants Emma to quit here tonight.

Axel Reid: That is going to be a lot harder than he knows.

English twists and bends the spine of Emma as she lets out a scream. English smiles sinking it in further and further. Emma struggles to push him off, but Casanova is too much. Emma tries to crawl to the ropes and just as she is about to get the break English pulls her all the way back to the middle of the ring and digs in ever further on the sharpshooter. Emma lets out a cry... but then... then...

Ruby Parvati: Is she laughing?

Emma Carlisle starts laughing as she lifts herself up from the canvas with her two arms and starts pulling English toward the ropes. He looks back at her frustrated, but she keeps laughing and crawling and eventually she grabs the ropes. English is forced to break the hold. The crowd cheers at the action in the ring, looking past their personal feeling for either combatant.

Axel Reid: That was unbelievable the strength and determination by Emma there to get herself to the ropes and get the break. What a high level of talent we have employed here in VoW. Crazy, but very talented.

English lets Emma get to her feet and they lock up once again. English once again gets the best of Emma slipping in behind with a back drop. Casanova seems to be working over the back of Emma now. Emma is back up like the ball of fury she is and she starts popping The Modern Day Messiah with hard forearms, one last be forearm sends English to the ropes. Emma bends down ready to back drop him, but English stops short and pops his foot up to kick Emma in the face. Carlisle catches English's foot.

Axel Reid: Brilliant move by Emma.

English pulls his other foot up and cracks Emma across the face. Cass nails Emma with a suplex and hops on Emma slamming a few elbows down onto the face of Carlisle. For the first time in the match Emma has stopped moving allowing English to catch his breath.

Ruby Parvati: Emma recovers so quickly. Again she is up barely giving the time to English to calculate his next move. That is something English needs. He plots, he plans.

English goes for a haymaker but Emma blocks it pushing English back with lefts and right; forearm smash. Cass shakes it off and comes around with a spinning heel kick; Emma ducks and kicks English in the gut pulling him in for a piledriver, but English backdrops Emma... only to have ger land on her feet. Emma turns and …

Axel Reid: ENGLISH LESSON!!!

English makes the cover.

ONE!!!!

TWO!!!

THREE!!!

KICKOUTTT!!!

Axel Reid: Emma with the shoulder up. The crowd is on their feet. I don't think they are cheering these two. They are cheering the company. This is about a fight... and this is a fight these fans are damn proud they paid to see.

English pushes his hands through his hair fulling expecting that to put Emma down. English turns getting to his feet, only to realize that Emma is already standing waiting for him. Now Emma charges spearing Cass into the ropes. Cass is trying to get up while being caught in the ropes and while he scrambles Emma starts with those signature stomps. English gets to his knees and Emma bends down biting his forehead. English knowing how to fight dirty jambs an a thumb into her eye causing her to stagger back.

Ruby Parvati: Well, both of them fighting dirty so I guess it's all fair.

Axel Reid: For once I won't complain.

Emma stumbles forward into....

Axel Reid: SILENCE OF THE LAMB!

Ruby Parvati: NO! EMMA BLOCKS IT!

Emma blocks the the finisher sending English down to the mat. Now Emma grabs him and flips him over into Melodious Nihilism. Emma locks it in deep and English squirms his hands floating around as if he is about to tap.

Axel Reid: Bad position for the champion here. The crowd is cheering; hoping to see Casanova knocked off once again.

Ruby Parvati: English can get out of this. I know he can.

As if English hears Ruby, he twists to the left and them to the right and flings Emma off spinning. As Emma runs back at him English has enough time to leap up and plant her with a second English Lesson. The crowd is still cheering. Chants of “VoW!” ring though the arena. English makes the cover.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THR----KICKOUT!!!!

Ruby Parvati: WHAT?! Emma with another kickout?! She has taken a beating at the hands of English, what is this? That crazy bi*ch is laughing again!

Axel Reid: This has to be killing English.

Emma is laughing and Casanova shakes his head in anger. English slips from the ring and grabs the belt violently from the time keeper. English slides in the ring battling with the ref as he tries to pull it from the champion.

Axel Reid: Coward! Frustration is getting the best of him again!

English pulls the belt free as Emma gets to her feet and he smashes it into her forehead with all of his might! Carlisle, laid out on the mat, starts bleeding as the bell rings out. English gets down to her face rubbing the championship in the crimson.

DING! DING! DING!

Axel Reid: Now he's just rubbing it in! Come on, English, you made your point!

Ruby Parvati: If she's still standing, Axel, the point needs reinforcing!

Jerry Heisenberg: Here is your winner via Disqualification... EMMA CARLISLE!!!

Kicking Emma out of the ring under the bottom rope, English steps up to the ropes, holding his bloodstained championship high as the fans jeer him. The referee exhorts the champion to leave the ring but English is having none of it, walking over to the side of the ring against which the cross is leaned, laughing at the sight of it with the belt slung over his shoulder. The crowd, taking in the scene, start to rumble a little harder, giving the indication that something's going on. English gets an inkling before he turns, whipping about just as a bloody, grinning Emma hauls off and smashes him in the face with a stuffed penguin!

And English goes down like a sack of potatoes!

Ruby Parvati: Wait... did she... did she just hit him with a stuffed animal?!

Axel Reid: That's Melchior, Ruby! She always got some kind of weapon stuffed in that thing! Hell, right now it's probably a brick!

Ruby Parvati: That's... pretty inventive, actually. But English is down and bleeding! Stop her, refer-

The official steps in to wave Emma off, yet the moment his hand alights on her arm she cracks him with the loaded penguin as well, sending him out of the ring through the ropes!

Axel Reid: There's gonna be a fine for that, Ruby! You can't just go around here smashing officials in the face!

Ruby Parvati: You think for a moment Omega has the stones to tell Emma that she's in trouble?! No one does!

Standing over English, Emma tucks Melchior under one arm and lifts a hand into the air as a sort of gesture. Out on the stage walk Joanna Thade and Katalina Star, and at their backs are a dozen hooded figures. After a brief pause, they head down to the ring where English is pulling himself up with the ropes while Emma stares, a small trickle of blood flowing from a wound in his forehead. Death Incarnate takes two steps back as War, Strife and the Chosen swarm the champion like locusts, battering him back down to the mat. Blank of expression now, the still-bleeding Emma rolls out of the ring and endeavors to slide the cross Casanova blithely brought to the ring with him inside the ropes.

Ruby Parvati: Okay, enough is enough... someone needs to get out here and stop this before this crazy b*tch and her cronies seriously injure the champion!

Axel Reid: Your own words right back at you, Ruby: find someone willing to throw themselves in the middle of that.

It looks like the cavalry is coming in the form of Orphanage members Matthew Robinson and Winter Pine coming down the ramp until Joanna spots them and angrily gestures for the Chosen to block their path. Animal Instinct are not to be trifled with in anyone's book, but twelve on two isn't good odds for anyone short of Thor or the Incredible Hulk. The hooded figures head off English's teammates as the Horsewomen proceed to strap a half-conscious English to the cross. Joanna and Katalina see to most of the efforts while Emma gathers the hammer and spikes. With the cross leaned up on the ropes, Emma strides over to Casanova, still impassive and leans over his face. Her lips move as she whispers something but the microphones don't pick it up...

Axel Reid: I don't think I want to know what she's saying.

...and then she presses her lips to the wound and comes away with them smeared in red, which she slowly licks away with a twisted smirk and spits onto the canvas.

Ruby Parvati: ...NOT creepy.

Axel Reid: Disgusting.

Putting the point of the first spike to Casanova's right hand, Emma brings the hammer back... but turns quickly as the crowd gets into another uproar. Katalina points out someone vaulting the security railing with a lead pipe in hand before she and Joanna scatter, rolling out of the ring. Emma turns, snarling, as Ryder Blade rolls into the ring and takes a mighty swipe with the weapon.

Axel Reid: Ryder Blade making the save for the champ?! Now I've seen it all!

Ruby Parvati: I'm betting it's more wanting a shot at Emma for puncturing his pride last Breakthrough!

Ducking his swing, Emma drops the hammer and nails, snatching up Melchior and backing away as Ryder threateningly points the pipe at her, gearing up for another swing. Looking between him and English, Emma smiles again before laughing essentially in Ryder's face. He swings again but Death drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring, with War, Strife and the Chosen swarming around her while Blade glares at her from the ropes. Robinson and Pine, now free to enter the ring, move to release their leader from the cross as the Horsewomen back up the ramp, all eyes on the ring.

Ruby Parvati: Blade better not expect gratitude from this. English is the God of VoW! People SHOULD be stepping into danger like this to keep him healthy and ready!

Axel Reid: I don't think Ryder gives much of a crap about English other than for the title around his waist! But he did do the right thing here, getting between the champ and those psychotic women!

Ruby Parvati: But now he's in Emma's sights again! She told him that English was hers and he just butted in... that won't end well!

Axel Reid: The smile's gone from Emma's face... pointing that cane sword of hers at the ring. Yeah, she's gonna want vengeance for this! But we're out of time, folks! We'll see you all next time for Breakthrough Edition #49, live from Morgantown, West Virginia!

With the Orphanage staring across at the Horsewomen, the show finally goes off the air, concluding the the appearance of the VoW logo.

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