Breakthrough (Edition #52) Results!

The camera follows Sky Sangue after her appearance in the ring as she heads back to her office. Eventually she reaches her destination and settles into her office, sitting on her chair and exhaling softly. Finally she looks down at her desk, with paperwork neatly stacked. She begins to look over the paperwork, looking pretty frustrated as she does so, when she hears a knock on her door. Suddenly she rolls her eyes before she responds.

SANGUE: Come in!

The door opens, and the familiar scarred right hand of James Mitchell Cornett enters first, the only part of him not covered in his ring gear.

JMC: You asked to see me, Miss Sangue?

SANGUE: Yes, please, have a seat.

JMC: With all due respect, Miss Sangue, I’ve been sitting most of the day. I’d rather stand.

SANGUE: Fair enough.

Sangue sighs exhasperatingly as JMC folds his arms up.

JMC: You look a little frustrated.

SANGUE: The buy rates for Armed and Dangerous aren’t up near as much as I thought they’d be. We’ve got solid matches, but the fan interest isn’t there.

JMC: Well maybe if you had taken my daughter’s offer of being a fan event coordinator up when you had the chance…

SANGUE: Don’t get this twisted, Mr. Cornett…Jamilyn was bringing good numbers in, and even I’ll admit she made a damn good presence for us the last couple PPVs, but I don’t see how cosplaying is going to drive the numbers up for sponsors, much less fill arenas.

JMC: As I understood it, her presence and interactivity with the fans was the key factor…at least until Katalina crammed that Bob-Omb upside her head.

SANGUE: She shouldn’t have brought that ringside in the first place.

JMC: That’s not the point…

He points his fused middle finger to Sangue while his eyes narrow.

JMC: The point is, you had at least someone bringing numbers and people to the PPV, but ever since Jamilyn’s injury, it’s getting obvious you prefer chaos and disorder to honor and health, so long as it earns you money. Katalina injures a prime talent right when they get what they’ve been asking for since they arrived, and she’s rewarded with a title shot as the main event of the next event. Animal Instinct had to cheat to get the win over Chaotic Light, and they not only have the night off, but they’re not expected to defend their newly-won titles at Armed and Dangerous? Why even have had that match last show if the titles are just going to be disrespected like that?

SANGUE: Listen, I don’t appreciate you coming in here to do my job…who do you think you are, anyway?

JMC: Someone who can get you A LOT more traction in this place.

He pulls a business card out of his left gloved hand and hands it to her.

JMC: Or did someone not tell you what having a Cornett on your roster, myself or otherwise, actually meant?

Sangue reads the business card and doesn’t seem impressed…until she picks up on one key aspect.

SANGUE: Wait…your company makes video games?

JMC: Somehow I thought that might get your attention. "VoW: Fate of the Gods"...three years of rosters, matches, and rivalries in one video game with a full creative suite and other features other wrestling games wish they had. We're working on the pre-alpha build now, if you're curious. And that’s not all. Having previously bought out a few wrestling companies myself, I have resources that you might be able to use to make this company grow. But I’m not going to waste my time with a franchise that makes it clear their only interest is seeing people like Matt Slater, Reya Serra, and Katie Moicelle broken so that the Tyron Bickertons of the world get to parade how it pays to be a bitch!

Sangue looks back to the business card for a moment, then back up to JMC, this time with a smirk on her face.

SANGUE: I can’t put the Twin City Championships on the line at Armed and Dangerous, because Robinson’s already involved in a match. But…and I can’t even believe I’m saying this…you do have a point. Much as I do love seeing controversy and chaos for the benefit of our investors, the fact that one of our more profitable talents is now out of action for a year’s time irritates me to no end. So I have an idea…

JMC: I’m listening.

SANGUE: Your original theory was that Winter and Katalina conspired to take your daughter out of action, right?

JMC: A theory that has since been proven wrong, to my understanding.

SANGUE: But a pairing that would be most interesting to see co-exist since they don’t like each other. Which could create even more buys for our next big show. And since Katalina is no longer here to formally protest…

He sneers with delight as he nods.

JMC: I think I see where you’re going with this.

SANGUE: I’m going to put you and Cali-Kate…now how did you refer to yourselves as…Chaotic Light? I’m gonna put you two against Winter Pine and Katalina Star at Armed and Dangerous. And if Chaotic Light manages to beat Winterstar, it’ll put you one step closer to earning yourself a Twin City Championship rematch, depending on how your respective teams do in the upcoming Third Eye Open tournament.

He ponders for a moment, then looks back to Sangue.

JMC: I do like your style, and the impromptu name of Winterstar is a good one. One condition, though.

SANGUE: Don’t push your luck, Mr. Cornett...you’re well aware the only reason I’m even considering this is the possibility of what your company can do to increase VoW’s brand awareness…

JMC: It’s a very simple condition. For this little Armed and Dangerous match? I want all remaining members of the Orphanage and the Horsewomen barred from ringside, even if they’re brand new as of that night. If they so much as sit in the audience within twenty-five feet of the ring, Winterstar gets disqualified by default.

Sangue puts her fingers to her mouth for a moment, as if contemplating that.

SANGUE: I’m going to grant your request for this. No one else will be allowed at ringside for your match—just you four and the referee to make the call. But don’t consider this a favor to you…I’m only doing what’s best for the company, and seeing those two forced to rely on each other rather than their buddies…well, that just makes for good business.

He smirks as he adjusts his long black trench coat.

JMC: I look forward to doing business with you in the future, Miss Sangue.

He turns and walks out of the office as Sangue smirks, holding the business card up.

SANGUE: I can’t wait to tell the Board of Directors about this little luck spree…if I’d known this, that little cosplaying brat WOULD have been at Armed and Dangerous…

The scene comes back to the arena as Ruby and Axel are shown almost slack-jawed.

RUBY PARVATI: DID I JUST SEE THAT RIGHT?!

AXEL REID: Yes, you did! In two weeks, JMC will get his hands on the two women who he believes are personally responsible for his daughter’s current condition, and he’ll have backup in his Chaotic Light partner, and, if I'm hearing right, soon to be daughter-in-law Cali-Kate, who has her own desire of revenge to exact!

RUBY PARVATI: This is a travesty! Winter Pine and Katalina Star being forced to team against THAT schizo?! The two can barely stand each other as it is, much less stand a chance against an out-of-control freak like that! Cali-Kate I can at least see them faring well against, but…it’s a sad day when I’m not sure who I need to root for in this!

AXEL REID: And mind you, this is as a direct result of the last several weeks of torture Kate’s been put through, so I wouldn’t count her out of this just yet. Not to mention, if I heard Sky Sangue right, this could have ramifications for the Twin City Championship picture depending on how things go!

RUBY PARVATI: All the more reason that this sucks! Winter and Robinson JUST got those championships two weeks ago, and they’re at the risk of having to defend them already? How often did the Neon Babes actually defend during their reign? Once! This is unfair!

AXEL REID: Well, this was Casa De Kami’s original goal, to bring the Twin City Championships back to the foreground of the company…JMC looks like he’s going to continue pushing toward that goal in a big way.

RUBY PARVATI: Well while I weep for what could have been, let’s go--

AXEL REID: To another location in the backstage area, because it seems Seth Iser has a strong message to send out to VoW.

RUBY PARVATI: Oh wow, this should be fun!

We return from the commercial break to ringside where there has been some re-decorating. Around each side of the ring is a wooden bed filled with thousands of glittering thumbtacks inside them, and inside the ring, right in the middle is the same wooden bed with thousands of thumbtacks as well. On each ring post sits a small black pouch which, presumably, is filled with even more silver tacks waiting and ready to be used.

Axel Reid: Up next folks, we have what can only be described as a war waiting to happen. For the first time ever inside a VoW ring, we'll be witnessing a 10,000 Thumbtacks Match!

Ruby Parvati: You know, when I first heard we were going to have one of these barbaric matches, I spent so long trying to work out which of our roster of lunatics would agree to participating in one of these. Upon hearing the names, Dustin Holt and Jamo...I was not surprised.

Axel Reid: Neither was I, these two hate each other and have gone to war several times in the past here in VoW and tonight they look to end this blood feud with a blood bath.

Jerry Heisenberg: The following contest is the first ever 10,000 Thumbtacks match, and is scheduled for one fall!

A video package begins to play on the giant screen as the lights drop down low. The audience is beginning to murmur underneath their breaths. As the video continues to play, the opening riff of "Hunger" strikes up over the speakers as dark red lights float around the arena. A beautiful blonde steps out onto the stage as the crowd seems confused at first. The blonde stands on the stage with a smirk on her face as she points toward the back. As the song starts to pick, Dustin Holt comes walking out onto the stage. His face seems to show a much darker expression on his face as he joins this woman on the stage.

Axel Reid: This is a man on a mission, Dustin Holt has his sights on putting Jamo out of his misery and then wants nothing more than to get his grimy hands on Katie Moicelle, having lost twice to Katie in previous meetings, Holt feels he's got something to prove against the former Zero Gravity Champion.

Ruby Parvati: But he's got to maintain his focus on Jamo, that big son of a bitch can throw his weight around and maybe steal one here if Holt isn't focused.

He takes a moment to look at one side then the other. He smirks toward this woman as they start walking down the ramp side by side.

Jerry Heisenberg: Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Chrystin Hendrix, standing in at 6 feet 2 inches and weighing in at 238 pounds! He hails from Venice, Florida..."The Lunatic"... DUUUUUSSSSSTTIIIIIINNNN HOOOOOOOLLLLLLLTTT!

The crowd isn't shy about letting both individuals how they feel as Dustin chuckles. Chrystin rolls her eyes at the response as Dustin slides into the ring. Chrystin rounds the corner and marches up the steel ring steps. Dustin pushes himself back up to his feet while watching her enter the ring. A sadistic smirk appears on his face as he moves toward the corner. He jumps up onto the turnbuckles and throws both arms into the air. More negative responses can be heard as Dustin brings his arms down slowly. He hops down and leans against the turnbuckles as Chrystin is standing beside him.

The Pavillion drops to total darkness once again before a howl echoes throughout the arena. "All Alone" by David O'Dowda hits with a slow pace lighting to match as Jamo himself pops out from behing the curtain as a sole spotlight falls on him. He balls up his fists and slams them together a few times before making his way down the ramp.

Jerry Heisenberg: And his opponent, standing in at 6 feet 2 inches and weighing in at 240 pounds! He hails from Sydney, Australia..."The Lone Wolf"... JAAAAAAAMMMMOOOOO!

Jamo throws a fist up in the air before ripping his hood off and sliding in the ring, as he gets to his feet, Dustin Holt charges him and starts throwing serious haymakers to his body and head, taking him into the corner and throwing boot after boot into the body of Jamo!

DING! DING! DING!

Axel Reid: Get outta there, Jerry Heisenberg! This has exploded right from the get go here as we had come to expect. Holt is taking it to Jamo here in the opening!

Holt continues to stomp away at Jamo before directing instructions to Chrystin Hendrix, audibly instructing her to get 'Jasmine' as she begins to look under the ring. Holt lifts Jamo up and backs him into the corner before unloading with stiff right hands, Jamo fires back however with haymakers of his own, before switching positions with Holt and clubbing him in the chest with a forearm. Jamo flips Holt onto his backside with a snapmare before hitting the ropes and charging back with a direct boot right to his mouth as Holt immediately rolls under the bottom rope to gain some space.

Ruby Parvati: Hendrix is up to no good again, Axel...She's under the apron skirt, looking for...Jasmine I think?

Axel Reid: Jasmine being the name of Holt's trusty sledgehammer, like a true psychopath in professional wrestling...He's named a destructive, dangerous weapon. Snapmare and a big boot from The Lone Wolf!

Holt is trying to gain some space but Jamo is right behind him, grabbing him back his back and running him right into the ring post! One of the bags of thumbtacks falls off the post and onto the apron from impact, Jamo smiles and pushes that bag in the ring before grabbing Holt by his hair and throwing him into the steel guard rail!

Axel Reid: OOOH! Holt meeting all parts of this arena from the ring post to the guard rail and you've got to wonder how long it's going to take for those beds of thumbtacks to come into play.

Ruby Parvati: Knowing these two, probably not long, Axel!

Jamo reels back and lights up Holt's chest with a clubbing chop to the chest, as the crowd erupt into a cheer. Jamo fires off another knife edge chop to Holt's chest and as he's about to go for a third, he's clubbed from the back!

Axel Reid: OH MY! What the hell?! Oh, Hendrix just drove the sledgehammer into the spine of Jamo, I damn well forgot she was looking for that thing!

Ruby Parvati: Jasmine meet Jamo, Jamo meet Jasmine...

Jamo arches his back, as Hendrix drives the hammer into the lower back again as the big man drops to both his knees. Holt having slightly recovered from the momentary onslaught of The Lone Wolf drives his boot into the chest of Jamo, sending him backwards before stomping on him some more. Holt rolls Jamo back up slowly to his feet before running him back first into the apron! The lower back once again taking the brunt of the punishment!

Axel Reid: That lower lumbar of Jamo's must be in a whole bunch of pain right now and Holt knows it, with an assist from his lover Chrystin Hendrix, Dustin Holt has gained control of this 10,000 Thumbtacks Match!

Ruby Parvati: The assist was legal, Axel...Anything and everything goes in this sort of match.

Holt stomps on the gut of Jamo before, applying a front facelock in line with the bed of thumbtacks sitting and patiently awaiting a body to fall on top of them. The crowd anticipates as Jamo blocks a suplex attempt before reversing it and landing a hard snap suplex of his own on the outside! Jamo immediately rolls onto his stomach and pulls out a chair from underneath the apron, rather conveniently.

Axel Reid: Oh boy, they're really digging into the weapons now. Jamo reversed a suplex attempt into the thumbtacks with a vertical suplex of his own and now he looks to punish Dustin Holt some with a steel chair!

Jamo pushes himself up to his feet and picks up the chair before raising it up to the crowd, the front row roaring in approval. He hoists the chair up and swings downards but Hendrix once again pulls Holt out of trouble as Jamo brings the chair down, meeting the cushioned floor!

Axel Reid: OH! Holt narrowly misses his head getting crushed with that steel chair, the Hendrix factor proving to be ever the difference maker in this match thus far!

Jamo is fuming now as Holt pushes himself up, with the help of his counterpart. Jamo howls as the audience howl along with him before he goes for another shot and this time Holt pulls Hendrix in the way purposefully! Jamo barely stops, not making impact as the crowd give it to Holt, letting him hear it! Suddenly, Holt pushes Hendrix out of the way and stomps Jamo in the gut again, the steel chair drops to the floor and Holt immediately drops Jamo head first onto the chair with a quick double underhook DDT!

Ruby Parvati: DAMNIT JAMO! You should've hit her with the chair! FRAGILE MINDS ONTO THE STEEL!

Axel Reid: Jamo would never do that, the man is a monster but if there's one moral we know the Lone Wolf has it's that he isn't one to hit a woman, that was one of his issues upon joining VoW would be that he'd have to potentially fight women here!

Ruby Parvati: Dustin is hoping he doesn't even need to use any thumbtacks here! He's going for the cover!

ONE!


TWO!





KICKOUT BY JAMO!

Axel Reid: Jamo gets his shoulder up at 2, so far this no disqualification environment has proven to favor Dustin Holt. The moment Jamo gets some offense going, Hendrix gets involved and puts Holt back in the driver seat!

Holt picks up Jamo back the back of his head and his trunks before rolling him back in the ring. Before rolling in the ring himself, Holt winks at his girlfriend who smirks having proven to be rather handy in the match thus far. She picks up the hammer and places it on the apron next to the back of thumbtacks. Holt slides in the ring and up onto his feet before stomping on the lower back of Jamo.

Axel Reid: Dustin is going back to that lower back of Jamo, the back that brought him into the match in the early going.

Holt pulls Jamo back up to his feet and leans him up against the ropes, lightly slapping him in the face before whipping him off, however Jamo reverses the irish whip and sends Holt on his merry way. Holt hits the opposing set of ropes, ducks the clothesline attempt from Jamo and hits the ropes again before leaping over Jamo who instead of running to the ropes like usual, spins around and awaits for Holt to return to the middle. Holt hits the ropes and gets caught by Jamo, who hoists him up AND SLAMS HIM BACK FIRST INTO THE BOARD OF TACKS!

Ruby Parvati: HOLY S[bleep]!

Axel Reid: KNEELING SIDE SLAM! JAMO JUST DUMPED HOLT RIGHT INTO THE THUMBTACKS WITH HIS PATENTED KNEELING SIDE SLAM!

Dustin's eyes have popped out of his skull as he convulses in the bed of thumbtacks. Numerous silver tacks have stuck into his back and in his arms as trickles of blood immediately start to leak from behind the glittering tacks in his body! The crowd has immediately jolted to life with a "HOLY SHIT" chant to match Ruby's feelings.

Axel Reid: Dustin Holt is the first man to get involuntary acupuncture here in VoW, my word! Ah, Jamo just pushes him back into the tacks for a lateral press, he hooks the leg, this is it!

ONE!



TWO!





THR- NO! KICKOUT BY HOLT!

Ruby Parvati: How in the hell did Dustin Holt kick out of that?

Axel Reid: These two men are insane, absolutely insane and you've got to think the rest of the Visionaries are in the back watching this. Ace Watson, the Zero Gravity Champion, is watching this, Maxwell Soloke are newly crowned I4NI Champion, a belt designed for these men, is watching this. The world is watching The Lunatic and The Lone Wolf brutalise each other!

Jamo pulls Holt out of the tacks, revealing a few more newly stuck in thumbtacks just from the pinfall. The Lone Wolf drags the shivering Holt to his feet and looks to be going for a standing cutter, his Lone Wolf Kill, however Holt pushes Jamo off and into the ropes, on the rebound Holt drives his knee into the injured back of Jamo!

Axel Reid: Oof! Knee right to the back and that's proving to be another key favoring, Holt here. That back is giving Jamo some grief and Holt is using it to his advan- OH DEFINITIVE STATEMENT! HE'S GOING FOR DEFINITIVE STATEMENT!

He hooks an inverted headlock, looking for that patented Rolling Cutter into the thumbtacks he just got slammed on, but Jamo rolls out of the move and pulls Holt in with a wrist clutch, ducking under and hooking in a waistlock before dumping Holt on the back of his head with a beautiful German Suplex! Jamo maintains the waistlock and rolls back up before going for another German Suplex again!

Ruby Parvati: Gruesome, absolutely gruesome! Holt landed on his cranium, both times and it looks like Wolf is going for a third one!

He still holds onto the waistlock, looking for a deadlift German but in mid-move Holt breaks the waistlock and hits Jamo in the mouth with a back elbow before leaping up and catching him with a leaping cutter from out of nowhere!

Axel Reid: CATASTROPHIC MELTDOWN! Holt just nailed Jamo with his take on a move Jamo himself uses, Jamo calls it the Lone Wolf Kill!

Ruby Parvati: Holt may have just killed off the Lone Wolf with some catastrophy right there! He's going for a cover, can he get him?!

ONE!


TWO!



KICKOUT BY JAMO!

Axel Reid: Jamo kicks out yet again, Holt is pulling out everything in an attempt to beat Jamo here and it just isn't paying off.

Ruby Parvati: These two are tough, as much as I don't like Jamo and I hate that Holt is with that tramp on the outside, you can't deny these two are tough sonza bitches!

Axel Reid: I'd agree with you there.

Holt slides back out of the ring and rolls Jamo out with him, delivering a series of closed fists to the skull of Jamo before slamming his head onto the apron. Holt once again orders his girlfriend to do some of his dirty work as she lifts up the apron and slowly begins to pull out a table much to the Villanova crowd's delight!

Axel Reid: It just gets bigger and bigger the more she goes under there.

Ruby Parvati: You may want to reword that, AR...That's most certainly not appropriate for a taping, of this sorts at least.

Axel Reid: I was referring to the weapon that Hendrix pulls- I mean first the hammer, then a chair come into play and now a table! You know what I mean, damnit!

Ruby Parvati: Flustered, are we?

Holt pulls Jamo towards the flat chair from earlier, before hooking in a front facelock and this time successfully hauling Jamo up and back first onto the chair with a huge suplex! This allows Hendrix to slowly take her time in setting up the table as per Holt's orders. Dustin is back on his feet and immediately goes to help his girlfriend with setting up the table before lifting the bed of thumbtacks up and placing it perfectly onto the table, creating for a elevated table of thumbtacks!

Axel Reid: This sick mind has thought up this...He's going to put Jamo through the damn tacks board and a table, this could not only spell the end for the match but potentially, this could be spell trouble for Jamo's career as a professional wrestler!

Ruby Parvati: Jamo knew damn well what he was getting himself into Axel.

Jamo is slowly trying to recover from the suplex onto the chair, his back is in agony. Holt grabs a handful of the tacks from off the board and goes behind Jamo who is up onto his knees and forces them into his mouth before driving his fist onto the top of Jamo's forehead once again. Holt goes back around, squares him up before SUPERKICKING HIM RIGHT IN THE MOUTH FULL OF THUMBTACKS!
Axel Reid: OH MY GOODNESS! Holt just poured a handful of those thumbtacks into Jamo's mouth and kicked him square in the jaw! Splitting Headache Superkick right to the jaw!

Ruby Parvati: That's going to cause more than a 'splitting headache' for Jamo, he could be suffering severe internal injuries, his mouth may be cut up on the inside, his tongue may have been sliced up or worse if he'd happen to swallow some on impact, those tacks could be slicing up his insides.

Axel Reid: You're absolutely right...That's insane, that's sickening, Dustin Holt is trying to put Jamo down once and for all and he's not done.

Holt pulls Jamo back up after The Lone Wolf had once again fallen to the floor, crumbling from the superkick. Jamo is severly bleeding from the mouth as the front row groan in displeasure. The Lunatic leads Jamo to the apron and slams his head off of the hardest part of the ring once again as Jamo looks to create distance between himself and Holt. Jamo rolls in the ring and Holt follows behind but they aren't in there for long as Holt lands clubbing blows onto Jamo's back before pulling him to his feet. He makes his way back out onto the apron, maintaining a hold of Jamo before hooking in a front facelock.

Axel Reid: Oh no...Come on, no...This has to stop, somebody stop this. He's going to suplex Jamo through the damn table of thumbtacks! Ruby, you can't condone this!

Ruby Parvati: Uh, I...I don't actually, this is bad. Jamo is bleeding from his mouth, and that may be the least of his worries.

Axel Reid: Guys in the back, someone, anyone...We need to get someone out here to stop the match, damnit. Jamo, reverse...Come on!

Jamo manages to escape the suplex attempt, he ducks a swing from Holt and hits him with a shoulder through the middle rope as Holt wobbles precariously on the apron. Jamo, much to the worry of the crowd, decides to join Holt on the apron as the keeled over Holt clutches at his ribs. Jamo delivers a forearm right to the head of Holt who replies with a vicious headbutt, Jamo suddenly delivers a massive pump kick the momentarily rocks Dustin who holds himself up by the top rope! Jamo pulls Holt in and hoists him up for perhaps a slam!

Axel Reid: Oh no...Jamo's gonna put Holt through the tacks now! Someone stop this, this is going to destroy one of these men's careers!

Holt wriggles out of it and instead hoists Jamo up....AND BRINGS HIM DOWN ONTO THE TABLE OD THUMBTACKS!

Axel Reid: SPINEBUSTER OFF THE APRON THROUGH THE TABLE OF THUMBTACKS! OH MY GOD!

Ruby Parvati: THAT WAS HONORABLE DISCHARGE AND THERE WAS NOTHING HONORABLE ABOUT THAT!

Axel Reid: FALLS DO COUNT ANYWHERE! Holt rolls on top of him for the cover!

ONE!



TWO!







THREE?!



NO! KICKOUT BY JAMO! KICKOUT BY JAMO!

Axel Reid: You've got to be kidding me?! He kicked out? Was that three? No! No! JAMO KICKED OUT! THE LONE WOLF KICKED OUT!

Ruby Parvati: What the hell is wrong with this man?

Axel Reid: Dustin Holt can't believe it! Ruby Parvati can't believe it! Villanova, PA can't believe it! HELL, I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!

Holt immediately rolls off Jamo, having to do something else to beat him. Chrystin Hendrix manages to help Dustin to his feet as Holt is mouthing off plenty of expletives in Jamo's barely conscious direction. Dustin pulls Jamo slowly to his feet and absolutely starches him with a slap across the face as blood is leaking out from The Lone Wolf's mouth. Holt delivers another slap across the face and another as the crowd is letting The Lunatic have it with jeers!

Ruby Parvati: This...this isn't smart on Dustin's part, he's letting his anger get to him and Jamo is tasting blood and feeling those slaps to the face. This may just wake the Wolf up!

Axel Reid: Jamo is almost out on his feet, Dustin should just capitalise and maybe hit Definitive Statement and go for a cover again but instead he's paintbrushing Jamo with those slaps!

Jamo gets starched again with another slap, this one rocking him backwards before suddenly he lurches forward and drops Holt with a headbutt! FOREHEAD TO FOREHEAD! BLOOD INSTANTLY TRICKLES OUT OF JAMO'S SKULL!

Ruby Parvati: Oh my-

Axel Reid: WHAT A SICKENING HEADBUTT TO HOLT! JAMO IS TASTING HIS OWN BLOOD! Ruby Parvati just took off her headset, that headbutt was the sickest thud I've heard in my time calling the action here for VoW!

Holt is clutching his head as suddenly Jamo is spun around and slapped hard across the face, this time from Chrystin Hendrix! She slaps him again and again and again and it's all legal! She goes for one more slap but Jamo catches her, his face is a bloody mess but instead of striking her he just spits right in her face, blood, phlegm, saliva and all!

Ruby Parvati: I think I'm going to throw up...

Chrystin is frozen as blood and saliva covers her face! She screams and starts to quickly wipe it off! Jamo spins around AND SIDE-STEPS AS HOLT'S ATTEMPT AT A SPEAR FAILS AND HE GOES RIGHT THROUGH CHRYSTIN HENDRIX!

Axel Reid: I-75 TURNOFF! DUSTIN HOLT JUST SPEARED HIS LOVER! THAT'S HOW YOU NEUTRALISE THE HENDRIX FACTOR!

Holt is in disbelief, having speared his girlfriend into the pile of broken wood and thumbtacks that he had once put Jamo through earlier! Dustin runs his hands through his hair in shock but he doesn't realise that Jamo is waiting for him, he gets up and turns around only to GET A SPEAR OF HIS OWN!

Axel Reid: LOOOONNNE WOOOOLLF POOOOUNNCE!

Jamo immediately gets to his feet as Holt is writhing on the floor in agony, he pulls Holt up by his hair and goes to the adjacent side of the ring where a freshly unused bed of thumbtacks awaits him. He hammers away at Holt in front of the bed of tacks before hooking him and DRIVING HIM FACE FIRST INTO THE THUMBTACKS WITH A LEAPING CUTTER!

Ruby Parvati: HE PUT HIS OWN BODY THROUGH THE THUMBTACKS AGAIN BUT DUSTIN HOLT AS GONE FACE FIRST INTO THE THUMBTACKS!
Axel Reid: LONNNNEE WOLLLF KILL! LWK INTO THE TACKS!

Jamo rolls Holt over and slowly drapes his body on top of him as the referee carefully drops for the cover!

ONE!


TWO!




THREE?!






THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

Axel Reid: Jamo has done it! Jamo has finally ended his rivalry with Dustin Holt in one of the most hard to watch matches I've witnessed here on Breakthrough!

Ruby Parvati: This was a Breakthrough match for the ages! One of the bloody brawls that will go down in our company's history!

"All Alone" by David O'Dowda plays as the crowd erupt into cheers for Jamo who picks up another victory.

Jerry Heisenberg: The winner of the match... JAMO!!!

Axel Reid: Jamo wins the first ever 10,000 Thumbtacks match in VoW! We're gonna some medical staff to come out here and help these two men, their both bloody messes...Chrystin Hendrix is broken in half, carnage, absolute carnage here in The Pavillion!

Ruby Parvati: Hendrix got what was coming to her...

Axel Reid: We're gonna need a commercial break to clear up this mess because, can you believe it folks, we still have a main event! A huge tag team main event to come as Chaos Sworn face off against the number one contender to the World Visionary Champion, Stacy Jones and JMC!

We get one last pan of the carnage, Holt and Jamo, bloodied and fallen, Chrystin Hendrix who still hasn't moved from the broken table. We fade to a commercial break.

The camera shifts backstage to a shot of a door, the name plate on the front readying simply 'Stacy Jones'. After a moment, the camera zooms out to reveal a young, reddish haired woman wearing a plaid long sleeved shirt and jeans.

Axel Reid: That's...that's Reya Serra! I didn't even know she was here tonight, but more importantly what's she doing outside of Stacy Jones' dressing room?

Ruby Parvati: Probably preparing her religious spiel like a persistent door to door salesman selling Mary Kay or something...

Reya lifts her right arm up to the door, politely knocking on it a few times, hoping for a response from the other side.

Stacy Jones: It's open...

The Herald uses her right hand to turn the knob and opening the door. Calmly, she walks through the doorway and shuts the door behind her.

Reya Serra: Hello, Lady Stacy. A pleasure to see you, as always.

Looking up from the bench she's seated on, The Glampire smiles as she finishes lacing up her wrestling boots in preparation for her huge Main Event match before getting to her feet and embracing Serra with a light hug.

Stacy Jones: Reya...it's great to see you too, how have you been?

Reya Serra: Así así as of late, I am afraid. Personally, things have been absolutely fantastic.

She smiles brightly for a moment, her face turning a bright shade of red before she lets out a heavy sigh.

Reya Serra: Professionally, however, not so much...

The expression on Jones' face changes to one of sudden remembrance as she smirks, playfully pushing her friends arm with her fist.

Stacy Jones: Oh yeeeah...I heard a certain gorgeous redhead got herself a boyfriend recently...

The Herald nods in response, still blushing.

Reya Serra: I did. A sweet, kind, handsome man. Not to mention the son of your tag team partner in your upcoming match. He is...simply wonderful. Perhaps you can meet him sometime, that is if you have not already...

Stacy Jones: I'd love to meet him. In all honesty, I'd never really known or met any of Jami's family until recently...first with her sister, Destiny, who I've only met a couple of times and more recently, her father, who as you alluded too, is my tag team partner tonight. But I'm happy for you, Reya...you're a kind, sweet, loving person who deserves happiness...

Jones proceeds to take Serra's hand in hers, cupping them as her expression turns to one of sorrow as she stares deep into her eyes.

Stacy Jones: But you mentioned about things professionally not being so good. What's troubling you, honey? Is it about Rayne?

Reya Serra: Ever since I returned to competition, she has been nothing but a distraction. The two of us, we used to be so very close. Now? We could not be farther apart, except for her repeated interference in my affairs. Her assault upon me after my victory over Lady Emevlas, our match at Heatstroke when she injured Paxar, and most recently her unexpected presence costing my a victory over Seth Iser...

Nodding, Jones moves her hand and places it onto her friends shoulder.

Stacy Jones: I know, honey. It's painful...I should know because I've suffered the same thing you're going through right now, by the hands of the very same woman. We used to be like sisters...just like you two used to be. I know it's tough for you...but we both know that the only way to stop these things from happening is by doing what needs to be done at Armed & Dangerous, whether you want to do it or not...

Reya Serra: She chose to turn her back on me, on Paxar, and on The Sisterhood of Light to embrace the darkness of The Orphanage...

A thought pops into the head of The Herald, causing her to chuckle slightly.

Reya Serra: Cera made a similar decision once and our relationship was never the same afterwards. I fear the same may be true in this case, but as with Cera that was her choice to make. What she forgets is that regardless of our differences, Cera and I as twin sisters were bound by blood. She and I are not. We were bound together by choice and her choices broke that bond between us, perhaps permanently. Now she is just another seeking to diminish my light, an effort which will prove futile as it has many times before. I will do what I must at Armed and Dangerous. If...extreme...measures are required, then so be it. Word has it my family has a certain fondness for the extreme. Perhaps it is time I embraced that fondness for once, even if just for one night.

The Glampire tilts her head to the side a little, a look of slight surprise on her face, however she smiles again.

Stacy Jones: Ooo...I like the sound of an extreme Reya Serra...that would be interesting to see for sure.

Reya Serra: Perhaps, but I think not as interesting as the prospect of you walking out of the event with the World Visionary Championship around your waist...

Letting out a shaky, nervous sigh, Jones looks down to the floor and chuckles a little.

Stacy Jones: I'm...still shocked that this is even happening. I keep pinching myself to see if I wake up and it was just all a dream.

Reya Serra: If ever there was someone deserving of such an opportunity it is you, Lady Stacy. Since your arrival you have been a shining light, a role model for others despite numerous attempts to permanently extinguish that light. Your resilience over the last year, if it does not exceed my own greatly, is certainly comparable to it. You are Lady Stacy Jones, The Unbroken and I believe it is your strong will that will lead you to be the next to hold the most prestigious championship of the Visionaries.

Stacy Jones: Well I certainly appreciate your faith in me, Reya. Just like I appreciate the faith that all of my friends, my family and my fans have in me. I just hope I don't let any of you down...I hope that I don't...let my Dad down...

Reya Serra: I...I cannot speak for your father, but I know that regardless of the result I will be proud of you. You will have fought honorably and done your very best. I know you shall give nothing less.

Tears begin to form in Jones' eyes as she shakes her head, trying to stop herself and keep composure.

Stacy Jones: I-I'm sorry, honey. Just...every time I think about this match...I'm reminded of how much he believed that I would one day be a World Champion. A-And it hurts knowing that if I do achieve that dream...he won't be here to see it...

Reya puts her arms around Stacy comfortingly.

Reya Serra: He may not bear witness to it in person, and that is certainly unfortunate, but I believe he will be watching you from Heaven above smiling at his little girl having reached the goal she has worked tirelessly to achieve.

Wiping away her tears, she smiles yet again and nods.

Stacy Jones: Thank you. I know that I'm not exactly someone of faith, but even so, hearing that from someone who is means a lot...

Reya Serra: Faith is not only for those as devoted to the Lord as myself, Lady Stacy. You too have faith, an unwavering confidence in yourself and what you can achieve when you step into that ring. Believe in yourself and what you once thought was merely a dream can become a reality.

Once again, Jones embraces Serra, this time even tighter than before as she then plants a soft kiss on The Herald's cheek.

Stacy Jones: I'm so lucky to have friends like you in my life, Reya. We should try and see each other more often outside of wrestling. But I better get going, I've got a match to win...stay safe, honey.

Reya Serra: I shall endeavor to do so. I pray that you do the same. I wish you well tonight and I shall hopefully see you again soon. Please tell Jennifer and your children that I said hello.

Stacy Jones: I promise...

And with that, Jones composes herself and makes her way out of her dressing room, leaving Serra alone to go and take part in her Main Event match as we cut back to ringside.