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Sunday Night Censored!
Deadline: Sundays @ 10:00 pm EST
Venue: W2K Arena, San Antonio, Texas
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Main Event
Tag Team
ONE FALL

Matt Taylor + Morgan Blair
vs
Isabella Taylor + Morgan

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Match Seven
Tag Team
ONE FALL

Jacob Mitchell + CM
vs
WRM + Black Widow

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Match Six
Barbed Wire Rope Match
ONE FALL

REDRUM
vs
SNAKE

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Match Five
Singles
ONE FALL

Jason Nightmare
vs
Vincent Gunn

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Match Four
Tag Team
ONE FALL

Agent Orange + Sapphire
vs
Da Biotch + Alia Starr

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Match Three
Triad Title
ONE FALL

Triad Champion
Dan Coil
vs
Jason Striker
vs
ACID

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Match Two
Singles
ONE FALL

Deus
vs
Jackson Herod

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Match One
Singles
ONE FALL

Dominic Dimitri
vs
Draven

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[ Censored comes on the air with a shot outside of the beautiful Texas night settling in. The camera eventually panning away from the sky down onto the area where the wrestlers enter the arena. Stalking back and forth is none other than Christian Michaels. Along with a menacing demeanor, he wears a black wife beater with a white skull an crossbones, army-style camo cargo pants, and the usual three hundred dollar sneakers. Joey: Well there we have Christian Michaels. This man has been in some kind of mood this week Trunks. Trunks: Yeah, and I have to say that he has every right to be in it. William Rodney Mercy, on purpose or not, almost ruined the man's marriage. Joey: But the guy wants to see another man dead just for *almost* ruining his marriage......Trunks how can you condone that? Trunks: You let someone almost ruin a three-year marriage and then ask me that question Joey. Christian Michaels will be well justified in whatever he does to Mercy tonight. [ Still waiting on Mercy ta show up, CM continues to stalk the entrance into the arena. The door behind him slowly creeping open. Michaels stops and looks, wanting it to be Mercy. Instead its his old friend LiveWire. Perhaps he's come to calm CM down? Wire strolls over... LiveWire: So, Chri.... [ He doesn't even get to finish the statement! CM takes his former friend and chunks him toward the concrete wall. Just in the nick of time Wire dips his shoulder. It ends up taking most of the impact with the wall. But as he slumps to the ground, CM is on Wire like a rabid animal kicking him in the face and stomach. Security eventually coming out and breaking the scuffle apart. The scene fading out on a down LiveWire to..... ]

Dominic Dimitri embarrasses Draven in a brutal squash match.

Squash burger with extra cheese Deus destroys Jax in record time, winner and new universal champion of the milky way DOUCHE I MEAN DEUS!!

Dan Coil is in the ring, and he just so happens to be wearing pink spandex. Jason Striker is in another corner, surrounded by women, because he promos and the other tools don’t. ACID is in the middle of the ring crying, because he too didn’t promo, so f*ck them up their hairy asses.

Joey: Dan Coil and ACID are complete jobbers.

Trunks: Screw them!

Striker walks up after the bell rings and slaps ACID in the face, then lifts him up in a torture rack, then flips him backwards over the top rope to the floor.

Joey: And he’s OUTTA THERE!!

Coil runs right into a Striker super kick, Coil bounces back into the ropes and comes back all hunched over, holding his jaw whimpering like a little pansy, Striker steps over Coils back and flips him over with a flipping pile driver. He rolls Dan over and stands up covering him with one foot.

1.�?2.�?3..!!

Striker is handed the Triad title as the fans boo the hell out of Dan Coil.

There’s four people in the ring.

Joey: We’re sorry fans but due to the lack of creativity in this match, we have to skip the entire thing for a commercial break.

Fade.

We come back from break to see AxO covering Da Biotch for the 1.…�?.……�?3.!!!

Bell rings.

[The Scene slowly opens up on a door, infact we're moving acorss the door and panning into Jerm's office. He sits at his desk, back straight on his chair, looking forward, his arms folded. Matt sits on a chair the other side of the desk, his feet leant up on Jerm's desk, a very relaxed picture... Matt sighs]

Matty Legend: So Jeremy... Whats it like being Rich then?

[Jerm raises a brow]

Matty Legend: Oh wait, I have a first hand experience!

[Legend suddenly laughs loudly, well, alteast he laughed. Legend shakes his head, smiling]

Matty Legend: I guess you must be regretting your decision to give Widow a title shot huh?

Jerm: ..No. Why would I?

[Matt suddenly sits up, taking his feet off the desk]

Matty Legend: well come on Jeremy, she's hardly Title material is she?

Jerm: Well then, 'Matty', if she's not title material, then I guess you'll beat her... Won't you?

Matty Legend: ..Well

[Matt has a slight stutter in his voice, he then quicklt realises the Whole audience can hear him..]

Matty Legend: D*MN RIGHT I CAN!

[Legend shakes his hea,d trying too look like a Mucho English.. We can see his brain ticking away...]

Matty Legend: Course i'll beat her, she's a nothing.... Just like.. Ryan Cain...

Jerm: Ryan?

Matty Legend: Well yeah, he totally screwed you over.. Missing matches. I expect you're very disappointed in him. I would be.

Jerm: Well of course I was angry b-

Matty Legend: And then of course we have Isabella Taylor...

[Jerm could've shouted at Matt for cutting him off. But suddenly, he was Curious]

Matty Legend: Izzy's.. Like his Accomplice. She must've helped him, even SUPPORTED his decision too Miss matches. She's just as much too blame.

[Matt gets a little more serious]

Matty Legend: She's with Ryan Twenty-Four Seven... ALL THE TIME.. helping him 'Skip' his Job.. The Job that YOU.. asked him too do. A BLATENT DIS-REGUARD FOR THE RULES I TELL YOU!

[Jerm raises his brows, Matt's opinions tosses and turns inside Jersm head, does McMillion agree?]

Matty Legend: She should certainly be taken care of...

[Legend shakes his head in a disappointed fashion, very aware of what hes 'pulling' here... Jerm raises a brow, and relaxes back in his chair, smirking slightly]

Jerm: I think I know what to do...

[Just then, the Camera started to Pan back round.. Past the door, and outside into the Hallway.. Standing by the door, and out of sight... was Black Widow!... Widow raises a brow, no other expression on her face... She thinks for a few seconds, then a grin slowly emerges on her face.. as the Scene fades too black]

Both Nightmare and Gunn stand in the ring, in their separate corners and just as the ref goes to ring the bell ‘Enemy�?by Sevendust hits over the speaker system and Jason Striker, W2K’s Triad Champion, walks out onto the ramp with a referee shirt on! Both competitors look rather confused as Jason shakes his head at the referee, sliding into the ring and explaining that HE has been named the SPECIAL GUEST REFEREE for the match. The ref nods and leaves the ring as Striker turns to the crowd, unhooking his belt and holding it up into the air as cameras flash everywhere. He turns and checks each superstar for any weapons then brings them both into the middle of the ring to explain the situation. He turns to Vincent and whispers something just out of earshot of Nightmare, and as he turns around WHAM! He lays Jason Nightmare out with the title belt across the head!

Joey: What the hell? Are Striker and Gunn in cahoots or something?

Striker points down to Nightmare and Gunn quickly covers and gets the pin fall victory with absolutely no effort needed. He jumps up and Striker raises his arm in victory as he brings a microphone to his mouth.

Striker: Here is your winner........

Jason suddenly lurches forward, kicking and ddting Vincent to the ground with vicious velocity! He stares down at Vincent with a smirk on his face and spits down beside him, scoffing at him as he raises his title once again.

Striker:.....Vincent Gunn

Enemy hits over the speaker system again and Striker walks backstage with a smirk on his face, rather proud of what he’s accomplished, settling this 'controversy' bullsh*t, the fans boo as Jason disappears into the back and Censored cuts to commercial.

[ Scene fades inside the locker room of Christian Michaels. He sits in one of the actual locker areas taping up his wrists. The room bathed in silence save for the sounds of tape tearing as CM rips it to finish his left wrist. Just as he does, the door to the locker room pushes open. Heavy boos can be heard as the camera swings round to catch sight of Jacob Mitchell. He doesn't seem impressed with the sight of Christian Michaels.

Jacob: Oh! You actually did show up. I figured you prolly left after you beat up that jobber outside the arena.

[ Michaels looks up from taping his right wrist

CM: Look, I didn't show up tonight for your approval. So if thats what you're here to express in some way.....Keep it to yourself.

Jacob: Oh no! Am I making the so-called Southern Heartthrob mad? Are you gonna jump up and kick me in the leg just like you did Widow?

CM: If thats what you want. But I figured instead that I'd go down to the ring, beat WRM senseless, either get DQed for not letting up or beating him til I'm satisfied, and then leaving you the left-overs. Is that ok with you Rand.....er Jacob?

[ Mitchell doesn't exactly seemed thrilled with the mistake in identity that Michaels just made.

Jacob: Ya know, Widow's right when she says that you better watch your back Michaels.

CM: If you've got a problem Jacob, just sign your name on a piece of paper and leave it back here. When I can get to you I will. See I heard you at the end of the week all pissy because I didn't make much of a show promo wise. Well I'm sorry that I didn't meet your standards. However you may wanna realize that I've been preparing to beat the h*ll out of a man that tried to ruin my family. So you'll just have to forgive me, or get bent, that I was too busy getting myself prepared to whip his a$$ instead of sitting around backstage kicking around atrategies on how we could be the next great tag team.

[ Christian shakes his head.

CM: Personally, I absolutely abhore tag team wrestling. Ya can never find the right tag partner, except for Cross. Gotta say he's a pretty good partner. But otherwise every other tag team wrestler in the world gets a lil p*ssy when they have to carry the load for a week. So you go sit an fume over the fact I didn't wanna combine our careers and become a great tag team. Me? I'm getting ready ta kick WRM's a$$. Widow's too if she see's fit to get involved.

[ Finally done taping his wrists, Michaels stands up and heads for the door. Jacob doesn't seem to wanna move. So CM puts his shoulder into Mitchell as he goes around.

REDRUM and Snake are seen on a split screen in both of their locker rooms preparing for this match. Both guys are looking pumped up, pacing back and forth taping up their fists and what not.

Joey: Fans, tonight will be the last time we see one of these men in a W2K ring again.

Trunks: I’m surprised MSN hasn’t laid the law down and removed this barbed wire yet.

Joey: Well they have been slacking off on watching W2K programming from what I heard, after severely putting the entire roster in check, they feel there is no need to keep watch on our little shows anymore.

Trunks: Shows what they know.

The fans are all awaiting something to happen, the public address sound system suddenly comes on playing ''Sober'' by Tool. This causes the fans to immediately jump to their feet in a orgasmic frenzy, they begin clapping and giving Snake a standing ovation, the gorilla curtains are pushed aside by a white hand as Snake steps out onto the long, road like ramp way. He stands there for a mere moment, his upper body covered in a authentic ''Snake'' T-shirt, the front reads ''The legend returns and let the ass whoopins begin''. Snake walks down the ramp as the back of his shirt reads ''F*ck your rules'' in crimson lettering, that as the same color of blood. His lower half is covered in his usual blue jeans, he walks around the left side of the ring and quickly ascends up the steel steps, he then steps through the middle rope now in the ring, the quick pacing around the ring shows Snake's impatience as he waits for his opponent.

Joey: Could this be the last time we see Snake in the W2K?

"Thunderkiss '65" explodes over the pa as the lights dim... The fans immediately cheer as REDRUM bursts out of the curtain with Candy on his arm... REDRUM is sporting his black wrestling tights that read "Mr. HOMICIDE" on the buttox in a blood red text... RUMMY's long black hair drapes over his face as he slaps a few hands but mainly prepares to mangle and maim his upcoming opponent... Candy walks up the stairs and enters the ring in between the bottom and middle rope as to not expose her thong under that short ruby red dress. REDRUM then leap frogs over the ropes and makes his way to the corner of the ring... he sits down in the corner of the ring as Candy stands by her man. . . . they await the opening bell.

Trunks: Or could this be the last we see of REDRUM!?

REDRUM helps his wife out through the sharp barbed wire ropes as the bell rings. Snake runs in from behind and splashes into REDRUM in the corner, almost causing Candy to fall off the apron. REDRUM turns around with his back to the barbs and Snake pummeling him with right hands. REDRUM starts to slink down in the corner, scraping his back against the barbed wire, and suddenly with a burst of energy he spears into Snake, and carries him all the way across the ring tackling him into the opposite corner. Snake arches his back as REDRUM goes ape sh*t with right hands, left hands, back chops, kicks to the gut, shoulder thrusts, a big clothesline that sends Snake stumbling forward a bit, REDRUM catches him in an inverted atomic drop, Snake puts both knees together and stumbles forward slowly, only to be clotheslined down by REDRUM.

Joey: REDRUM is like a man possessed!

Trunks: Wouldn’t you be too if your job was at stake!? Plus his beautiful wife is at ringside watching this go down!

REDRUM rips Snake up off the mat and whips him into the ropes, but Snake puts on the brakes and turns around seeing REDRUM running at him, Snake drops for a drop toe hold, and REDRUM stops short, then lands on top of Snake with an elbow drop. REDRUM lays in a few more punches, as Snake begins to fire back. The two roll under the barbed wire and out to the floor with Snake whipping REDRUM into the steel steps causing the top set to fly off and almost hit a fan. REDRUM hits hard as Snake stalks forward getting behind REDRUM, he picks RUM up and pushes him into the guard rail ,then picks up a chair and goes to swing it at RUM, but RUM moves out of the way and Snake connects with only the top of the railing.

Trunks: It’s bad enough the ring is surrounded with barbed wire, but now the fans are in danger!

Joey: Since when do you give a crap?!

Trunks: If they go, I’m sure to follow!

REDRUM spins Snake around and kicks him in the gut, then drops him head first on the bottom set of steps with a DDT! Snake rolls off to the floor as RUM gets back to his feet, he picks Snake up and rolls him into the ring, followed by throwing the chair into the ring. REDRUM rolls in under the bottom strand of wire and picks up the chair, Snake starts to get up, and BAM REDRUM cracks him across the back with the chair. Snake falls face down, as REDRUM turns around with an evil glare in his eyes, then rips off a strand of barbed wire! RUM starts the wrap the wire around his chair.

Joey: NO! Not this again!!

Snake rolls over and sits up, and BAM!! REDRUM slams the chair down across the top of Snake’s head. Blood almost immediately begins to pour out completely covering Snake’s face with a crimson mask. REDRUM lays the chair down and rips Snake up to his feet, HOMICIDAL HEAVE ONTO THE CHAIR!! Snake crumbles like a crippled man out of a wheel chair as REDRUM makes the cover.

Trunks: Finally!

1.�?2.�?!!

The bell rings as REDRUM stands up to his feet, with his hand raised in victory. REDRUM however doesn’t seem to be finished yet, he shoves the referee away as Candy slides in a microphone and a brown bag of some kind. RUM picks up the mic and the bag.

REDRUM: Tonight, Snake…Tonight is your final night in the W2K! And just because I know you want it this way, allow me to send you off with a…bang!

REDRUM drops the mic, as it turns to static, then he dumps out the bag FULL OF TACKS!!

Joey: Oh God�?

REDRUM pulls Snake up to his feet again, only Snake is hunched over, so REDRUM PILEDRIVES HIM ON THE TACKS!!

Trunks: CHRIST!!

REDRUM doesn’t seem to be done, he starts pulling the wire off his chair, and wraps part of it around the face of Snake, he uses the rest to tie his hands together. Still a bit left hanging off from the wrists of Snake, REDRUM yanks on it, squeezing the blood out from Snake’s body, and pulls him back to his feet.

Joey: WHAT’S NEXT!?!

Trunks: Snake is a bloody mess!!

Indeed, Snake is leaving pools of blood on the mat, a sickening site to say the least. REDRUM lifts Snake up once again, HOMICIDAL HEAVE!! Right onto the thumb tacks!!

Joey: OH MY G-

The scene abruptly cuts to the MSN logo on a purple screen, with a smiley face saying “we are having technical difficulties…please standby.�?/FONT>

(We come back from the commercial to find the W2K Arena cast in anticipation; building tension as the fans await the next contest.

�?Nothing.)

Joey: What’s going on? The tag team match involving William Rodney Mercy, Black Widow, Christian Michaels, and Jacob Mitchell is scheduled to begin in five minutes ago!

Trunks: Yeah, and I don’t see any Widow whipping ass!

(The crowd now gradually goes into an uproar. Though they didn’t all see it at once, they apparently all see something now.)

Trunks: What the hell are they-�?

Joey: WHOA!

(We cut to the stage�?where we see Ryan Cain walking toward the entryway.)

Joey: What is he doing here?!?

Trunks: The one week he’s not scheduled is the one he actually decides to show up for work?

Joey: It looks that way. But where’s his music?

Trunks: And what’s with the get-up?

(They’re both right. There’s no music�?Ryan is walking to the ring with no kind of professional wrestling introduction. He is clothed by but a button-up white t-shirt and a pair of faded blue jeans. The only sounds are the cheers of the fans. He doesn’t look up with his typical grin, however�?he only hangs his head, his hands buried in the pockets of his jeans as he continues toward the ring. He walks around the outside of the ring, some fans reaching out just so that their fingertips may graze his shoulder. He looks so�?fragile.)

Joey: I think something is wrong here, Trunks.

Trunks: You think?!?

Joey: Does he even have permission to be out here right now?

Trunks: Where is our match?!? Does he just think he can come and go as he pleases?

(Ryan takes an empty chair from the timekeepers�?area and snaps it shut, grabbing a microphone from the table and moving back toward the ring. He slides the chair in under the bottom rope before climbing up onto the apron and stepping into the ring. Ryan lifts the chair from the canvas�?and unfolds it, setting it down in the middle of the ring. His head is still hanging; his gaze pointed toward his own feet and his hair hiding the majority of his face from our sight. Ryan finally steps around to the front of the chair�?lowering himself down into the seat. He places his elbows on his knees, hunched forward and staring down at the ground beneath him. His demeanor is so depressing, so full of despair�?yet the fans find it within themselves to start a chant of “Ryan, Ryan, Ryan!�?

Joey: They still love him, Trunks.

Trunks: After all the times he screwed up?

Joey: People make mistakes.

(The chants continue�?until Ryan sits back in the chair, pushing his own hair back�?to reveal a face filled with torment, filled with angst. Ryan Cain is obviously fighting back his own tears the best he can as he looks out at all of the fans. His fans. The arena is cast into almost a dead silence as everyone sees that look on his face. He seems lost within himself�?yet still finds the strength to pull the microphone up to his mouth.)

Ryan: �?Thank you.

(His voice is sincere, personal, intimate. He means that with all of his heart, as cracked as his voice may have been. Ryan sniffles heavily, and the microphone picks it up clearly, before he continues.)

Ryan: �?Three months ago, I suffered a debilitating injury. I was dropped on my head�?harder than I should’ve been. It hurt so bad�?so f*cking bad, but I didn’t say anything. Since then, I’ve lived my life in perpetual, agonizing pain. And since then�?it’s only continued to grow worse with each and every single day. I spent more time in the hospital than I’ve ever spent in my entire life�?and all I wanted to do�?was get out of there. I just wanted to go home.

(The pitch of his voice rises to almost a squeak at the end of that sentence, as his vocal chords clog up on him. He sniffles again, still fighting back his tears with all his might.)

Ryan: �?God, I’m sorry, guys. I’m so sorry.

(He takes a few deep breaths, regaining his usually unwavering composure before he continues.)

Ryan: The doctors took care of me. The nurses took care of me. Isabella Taylor took time out of her life to take care of me. I’m grateful to all of them for that�?and I’m grateful to all of you for sticking behind me, no matter what. If it weren’t for all of you�?I might not be sitting here right now. I might not even be breathing right now. But I am. And I can’t thank you enough.

(He stops again, leaning forward to wipe his eyes with his hands. Ryan sits back again, somberly pushing his hair back out of his face.)

Ryan: The last few weeks, I’ve let my inner demons get the better of me; something I’ve never done before. I’ve always been in control. I’ve always been the rock that everyone could turn to. But I guess things change, right?

(Ryan closes his eyes for a moment�?and two lonely tears roll down either of his cheeks as his chin starts to quiver uncontrollably. His voice is so full of tears now�?but he doesn’t try to fight it�?because he knows it won’t do any good now.)

Ryan: Tonight, I sit here�?in the middle of this W2K Wrestling Ring�?in front of all of you amazing people�?in the arena that made my name as well known as it is now�?I sit here�?not as a former W2K United States Champion�?not as a former Tag Team Champion�?not as a man full of charisma�?I’m not even here as a professional wrestler. I sit here tonight�?as no one but Ryan Cain�?a down-on-his-luck kid from Texas, who found his way out by way of a flyer on a telephone pole�?a flyer for a professional wrestling company. I sit here as a mere man�?a mere human being�?a weak person with no control. For the last few weeks, I’ve disappointed everyone, more times than I care to count. It’s been more than just the Sunday nights that I’ve failed to show up here at work.

(Ryan is really starting to break down now, as he lets out two little huffing sounds. He’s crying. He sniffles, fighting with all he has to get himself together.)

Ryan: God, this is so f*cking hard, guys.

(He takes another deep breath, his cheeks still stained by his tears, which continue to fall freely from his eyes.)

Ryan: I’ve disappointed everyone, including myself. It just hurts so bad�?I-�?I couldn’t-�?

(He stops. He takes a long, deep breath, letting it out slowly; audibly.)

Ryan: My name is Ryan Cain�?

(He’s thinking�?concentrating�?contemplating�?studying over the only words that he knows can proceed from here.)

Ryan: �?and I’m addicted to painkillers.

(Trunks and Joey can both be heard attempting to hold back their gasps of absolute shock, as the fans make their alarm known, without question. The arena is cast into a stream of murmurs for a moment�?before all is quiet, once again.)

Ryan: I-�?I just didn’t want it to hurt anymore. I just wanted to be okay. I’m sorry�?I’m so sorry.

(He just seems like a lost puppy now. His voice is enveloped by his own tears, and everyone is left in disbelief.)

Ryan: But I’ll get better�?

(His voice is nothing but a shrill squeak now; made of nothing but air, and no real presence of tone.)

Ryan: �?I have to get better. For all of you. I promise.

(Ryan slinks forward now, collapsing out of the chair, to his knees on the canvas, where he begins to sob as though he’s mourning the death of a loved one.)

Ryan: I promise.

(He drops the microphone as Isabella Taylor slides into the ring under the bottom rope, running to him as quickly as she can and kneeling down beside him, taking him into her arms. He leans against her, crying on her shoulder as she runs her hands over his hair.)

Ryan: I’m so sorry, Izzy.

Isabella: It’s okay, Ryan. It’s okay.

Ryan: �?I’m so sorry.

(She, too, has tears in her eyes now. She can’t stand to see Ryan like this. Several moments pass �?it seems like an eternity �?until Izzy finally tries to help Ryan to his feet. This is when three more people, Agent Orange, REDRUM, and Black Widow all slide into the ring. They all have concern painted onto their faces. Orange takes Izzy’s hand for a moment, gesturing that she step back. She hesitates, not wanting to leave Ryan’s side for a split second, but decides to do as they wish. She steps away from him, and REDRUM and Agent Orange both kneel down, helping Ryan Cain up to his feet and keeping him steady. They lead him toward the ropes, where Widow holds them open for them to help him out of the ring. Ryan gets out, and lowers himself down to the ringside area. He’s followed by the other four, REDRUM and Agent Orange walking on either side of him �?helping to steady him in his state of emotional weakness �?and Widow and Izzy walking behind them. They get all the way to the top of the entryway, walking onto the stage and toward the curtain. Ryan Cain turns around for one last look at the arena�?his true home. His eyes are so full of tears�?his face so full of pain�?yet he manages to raise one fist. One final gesture�?before departing our sight, walking through the curtain.

We cut back to the ring�?a shot perfectly level with the canvas�?and we see a lone object lying there, out of focus at first. We focus the shot�?and we recognize it immediately.

A syringe.)

Joey: Fans, we’re going to take a break.

(Jacob Mitchell and Christian Michaels are already in the ring, as Black Widow walks up behind William Rodney Mercy at ringside, to the sound of “Enter My Mind�?by Drain STH. They make eye contact for a moment and exchange a few words, before simultaneously sliding into the ring under the bottom rope. They pop up to their feet, and move to their corner, eyeballing the opposition across the ring. The music cuts and the lights go to their normal aim and level, as each team converses amongst itself.)

Joey: The animosity in the ring is thick here.

Trunks: Well, obviously�?look at who we’re talking about here.

Joey: Jacob Mitchell has proven himself quite the controversial figure in the realm of W2K since his debut, just a few short weeks ago.

Trunks: Yeah, and then there’s�?you know�?Christian Michaels�?

Joey: �?who everyone else hates.

Trunks: Precisely.

(Jacob Mitchell steps out, onto the apron, leaving CM inside. WRM takes a step back toward the corner, smacking Widow right on the ass.)

Trunks: The hell was that?

(Widow turns back to him, looking at him standing on the apron, her eyebrow raised about as high as it’s ever been. WRM is just like “What? We’re teammates.�?Widow kind of shrugs it off, turning back to the ring, and her opponent in Christian Michaels.)

Joey: Well all right, then.

(The referee calls for the bell.

*DING DING!*

And we’re off. Widow starts circling up, but CM just walks to the center of the ring with a big-ass sh*t-eating grin on his face. He puts his left hand behind his back and extends his right hand.)

Joey: A handshake?

Trunks: Christian is a sportsman, Joey. And, as such, shows sportsmanship.

Joey: Yeah, this isn’t completely obvious at all. He doesn’t really think a veteran like Black Widow is going to fall for this, does he?

(Apparently he does. Widow just stops in front of the neutral corner and places her hands on his hips, eyeballing him heavily. She looks down at his hand, then up at him, back down at his hand, and then out at the fans. CM puts on his best sincere face, urging Widow to take his hand. She looks at him one more time�?before stepping forward slowly�?cautiously.)

Joey: Oh, come on, she’s not serious, is she?

Trunks: Looks like she is to me, Joey.

(Widow stops in front of CM�?and slowly starts to extend her ha- ENZEGURI! Widow buried her foot right in the back of CM’s head! Michaels crumples down onto the canvas, face-first. Widow rolls him over and climbs on, hooking the leg.)

Joey: It’s over already!

(One�?tw- Mitchell is there with the save, pulling Widow off by her ankle! Widow sets back on her knees, looking back at Mitchell, who just backs up to his corner, holding up his hands innocently. The referee orders him back to his corner, and Mitchell steps out before the five-count starts. CM is starting to stir, and Widow cuts him off, dragging him up to his feet and forcing him back to the corner where WRM is waiting. She lays in with the boot a few times, before tagging out to Mercy. WRM comes in and picks up right where Widow left off, putting the boots to CM. CM gradually slides into a sitting position in the corner, where WRM buries the boot in his face, pressing against it and using the top rope for leverage. The referee starts in: one, two, three, WRM breaks away from CM, stopping the count. Mercy turns his back for a moment, walking out to the center of the ring, before turning back and walking toward CM, who is still seated in the corner. CM suddenly pulls himself to his feet, via the top rope, and yanks WRM into the corner by the back of his head. Michaels starts in with the right hands, one after another, before throwing a well-timed cheap shot�?right to the face of Black Widow. She’s rocked by it, holding on tight to the top rope, before lashing out toward CM, who dodges the swing easily, causing the referee to move in and reprimand Widow, who tries to step into the ring. The referee’s back is turned, and CM whips WRM right into the boot of Jacob Mitchell, who has his leg lifted up and his foot rested on the top turnbuckle.)

Joey: Oh, come on, illegal tactics!

Trunks: Shut up, Joey. It was a veteran move by a tag team that’s together for the first time.

Joey: Yeah, well, it’s still against the rules.

(Widow steps out, and the referee turns just in time to see the tag made from CM to Mitchell. Mitchell steps in as CM steps out, grabbing WRM before he can pull himself up past the middle rope. Mitchell lifts Mercy up in a double under hook, driving the knee into his gut once�?twice�?a third time, and he lets WRM fall. Mercy rolls toward the center of the ring, and Mitchell backs up to the ropes, coming back and looking to drop the elbow�?but WRM rolls out of the way! Mitchell is back up, and he drops the elbow again�?Mercy rolls away a second time! Mitchell gets up again, frustrated as he gets the pick-up on WRM. Mitchell throws one right hand and connects�?again�?again�?a four- WRM blocks! Mitchell instinctively swings wild with the left, and WRM ducks it! Mitchell’s momentum carries him all the way around, Mercy hooks him up�?GERMAN SUPLEX! Mitchell is folded up�?and Mercy holds the bridge! One�?two�?thr- KICKOUT! Mercy sits up and sees CM, who had attempted to make the save, but been a little late getting there, still in the ring. WRM glares at him, and CM just smirks as the referee forces him out of the ring. WRM is up quickly, and he gets the pick-up on Mitchell. WRM goes for a wind-up clothesline, rather uncharacteristically, which Mitchell ducks, running toward the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. Mercy’s momentum carries him toward the corner where Widow stands as he turns around. Widow reaches out and makes the blind tag to WRM�?who is absolutely FLOORED by a Jacob Mitchell clothesline immediately afterwards.)

Trunks: Did Widow make the tag?

Joey: I believe she did.

Trunks: Well look at this�?

(Up on the stage we see Matty Legend emerge from behind the curtains. MSN world title slung over his shoulder as he walks slowly down towards the ring with a smug look on his face.)

Joey: That’s EXACTLY what we need!

Trunks: You know…It just may be!

(Indeed. Mitchell is yelling down at WRM, when Widow slingshots herself over the top rope�?directly into a BULLDOG ON JACOB MITCHELL! That was pretty cool. She grabs Mitchell by the arm to roll him over�?but Mitchell hooks her and rolls her over into a unique roll-up! The shoulders are down! One�?two�?thr- WRM WITH THE SAVE! Finally, the referee forces Mercy out as the action continues. Mitchell is up groggily, and Widow is quickly up, as well. She forces him back to the ropes and whips him off. Mitchell with the reversal, sending Widow into the ropes�?where CM grabs her hair and pulls her down hard!)

Joey: What the hell was that?!?

Trunks: Time-tested strategy and intelligence, Joey. Learn it.

(Widow pulls herself up and looks at CM, knowing that Mitchell is still leaning on the ropes on the other side of the ring, dazedly. She stands, and approaches CM in the corner�?SQUISH! Jacob Mitchell with the avalanche in the corner, blindsiding Widow! CM throws a cheap shot to her forehead, before Mitchell tags him in. CM steps through the ropes, and Mitchell steps out. CM stands between the referee and the corner, talking trash to Widow, so that the referee can’t see it when Mitchell starts choking Widow out from the apron.)

Joey: Look at that blatant choke!

Trunks: Can’t call what you don’t see, Joey.

(Matty Legend is yelling at Widow from the floor, threatening to hit her with the belt, finally WRM jumps down and runs around the ring to where Matty Legend and Jacob are at, Jacob breaks the choke and jumps down off the apron, Matt being caught between the two. The referee sticks his head out between the ropes yelling for WRM to get back to his corner. Jacob jumps into the ring after seeing Widow start to make a comeback on CM, firing at him with right hands. WRM runs into the ring now as well and clotheslines Jacob down. WRM and Widow, back to back with their fists raised up ready to brawl everything. CM is laying out on the floor courtesy of a Black Widow clothesline over the top. Matty gets up on the apron as the referee is distracted by Jacob, he swings the belt at Widow, who ducks out of the way and BAM!! Matt nails WRM in the back of the head. Widow jumps out of the ring and chases off after Matty Legend as WRM is sent stumbling forward RIGHT INTO THE PRODIGAL DROP!! Jacob rolls WRM over and makes the cover. 1...2...3!! The bell rings as CM slowly rolls back into the ring walking up behind Jacob to raise his hand in victory, PRODIGAL DROP!! CM is OUT! Jacob gets back to his feet with a smile on his face, he wipes the sweat off his brow and slaps it down on CM’s face, before kicking him in the side and raising his own two arms high in the air as he is handed his Impact title. Dopes To Infinity by Monster Magnet begins to play as Jacob stands in the center of the ring over his own fallen team mate.)

Joey: Trunks you gotta believe if not for Matty Legend, the team of Widow and WRM could have had this won!

Trunks: You don’t know that so quit speculating!

Joey: CM was the legal man anyways!!

Trunks: Meh! Jacob Mitchell is my new hero.

Joey: Well either way, you gotta believe CM had that one coming!

WRM: Matty "Legend" you think you're about to get away with what you did out there tonight? I've got some good news, kid. I just got out of the Jerm's office, and guess what. Your thirty days runs out *one* *day* *before* Hardcore Hell! That's right, you and me, one more time. This time, WRM Legend FOUR! Title *ON* *THE* *LINE*!! See you next week, KID!

(Isabella Taylor is standing at the far end of the ring, her face completely full of distress as she watches Matty Legend make his way toward the ring, that arrogant smirk painted onto his mug. He looks up at her from ringside, then down at his MSN Title Belt, then back up at her. His smirk evolves into a full grin as he sees the look on her face. Matty draws a hand up to one eye and wipes a fake tear away, all like “boo hoo.�?

Joey: What an inconsiderate ass.

Trunks: Yeah, well�?yeah, not even I can argue that one. But where are the Morgans?

Joey: I don’t have any idea, but I wouldn’t be surprised if Morgan Blair pulled some strings to keep herself out of Izzy’s reach, and make Izzy wrestle alone all in one fluid motion. What she didn’t realize, however�?is that this could just be another huge opportunity in Isabella Taylor’s career.

Trunks: Uh�?what?

Joey: She’s already the Championess, Trunks, has been for over half a year. She beat PowerTrip while he was still the “man�?around here�?and now she has a one on one match with the current Champion of MSN, Matty Legend.

Trunks: Ohhh, so, if she beats him�?she pretty much just keeps moving up the ladder, even though it already seems like she’s at the pinnacle.

Joey: You catch on quickly.

(But she doesn’t look to be in any shape to compete right now. She looks to be in shambles. Matty takes his sweet-ass time climbing up the steel steps, and then into the ring, leaning back against the ropes as he looks across at Izzy. He still just smirks and shakes his head almost in shame of her. She doesn’t seem to like that at all�?seeing as she’s starting to look pretty damn angry. Matty sees this, and just mocks her, pretending to be afraid before just laughing obnoxiously. He tosses his belt to the referee before strolling easily toward the center of the ring, in Izzy’s direction. She just eyeballs him, seeming more and more pissed off by the second. He mocks sympathy, once more, still playing games with her hea- BAM! Matty Legend is floored by an angry Isabella Taylor clothesline!

*DING DING!*)

Trunks: WHOA!

Joey: Maybe he should just stick to wrestling and shut his damn mouth.

(Matty looks up at her in shock from his position�?flat on his ass. He yells at the referee to reprimand her, but the referee just shrugs. She hasn’t done anything wrong. Matty quickly scurries back up to his feet, straightening himself out before turning back to he- BAM! Another clothesline sends him to the canvas again! He quickly rolls up to his feet, once more, and he’s ready for action this time. Izzy stares him down, clearly determined to take his attitude and shove it straight up his ass. Matty shakes it off, and Izzy just stands strong, holding her piercing glare right on his eyes. Matty finally starts to circle up now, and Izzy follows suit. They come in for the collar-and-elbow, but Matty ducks low, gets the go-behind and a rear waistlock. Izzy lets the bottom fall out, slipping out of his grasp and setting back, flipping him over into a roll-up! One�?two- kickout! Izzy rolls backwards and pops back up to her feet, charging in at Matty, who sweeps her legs out from his knees. He falls across her chest, but she’s out before the referee can even drop for the count. She rolls onto Matty, cinching in a side headlock. Matty kicks his feet as she locks it in, struggling for a moment�?but is still out of it rather quickly. Both back to their feet, and both charge in. Izzy ducks Matty’s clothesline, and they continue across the ring into opposing ropes. They come back, and Matty jumps over Izzy’s baseball slide attempt. He hits the ropes again, comes back�?MONKEY FLIP! MATTY LANDS ON HIS FEET! He shrugs arrogantly, like it was nothing. Izzy catches him off-guard with a rear waistlock, but Matty gets a standing switch. Izzy with a standing switch of her own�?Matty with another�?another from Izzy! Finally, Izzy holds the control, and goes for a German suplex, but Matty blocks it halfway with his legs, rolling forward out of it and sending Izzy toward the ropes. Izzy comes back, and Matty goes for a back elbow, but Izzy ducks under and hooks him up�?BACK SUPLEX! MATTY FLIPS OUT! He lands on his feet behind Izzy and hooks her up for a backslide! She flips backwards over him, landing on her feet in front! She swings for a clothesline, Matty ducks it! She turns around, Matty with a clothesline attempt of his own, and it’s ducked by Izzy! Both turn, both go for dropkicks! They hit the canvas at the same time�?and nip up simultaneously!!! They step off each other for a moment, catching a quick breather, and the fans are going crazy!)

Joey: Absolutely AMAZING action in the onset of this match!

Trunks: Yeah, that was lots of moves all at once.

(They come back toward the center of the ring now�?and actually get the collar-and-elbow tie-up. Matty locks in the headlock, and Izzy backs him up to the ropes, sending him across the ring. Matty comes off and SOARS into the air for a clothesline, but Izzy drops to the canvas! Matty rolls through it for minimal impact! They both charge in, once more! Matty goes for the clothesline! Izzy ducks it�?Matty turns�?PELE FROM ISABELLA TAYLOR! That was very AJ Styles-esque. And who doesn’t love AJ? Anyway, Izzy is on for the cover! One�?two�?thr- KICKOUT!)

Joey: Finally SOMEONE has an advantage.

Trunks: Yeah, and it’s a chick.

Joey: Everyone wins, right?

Trunks: Right.

(Izzy gets the pick-up and forces Matty back to the corner. She throws a couple of forearms to his face before sending him off into the opposite buckles. She charges in and LEAPS into the air�?Matty ducks low and runs under her! Izzy lands on her feet on the top rope�?and Matty knocks her feet from under her! Izzy is crotched on the top turnbuckle! Matty pauses for a moment, before running across the ring, hitting the ropes�?and coming back to springboard off the middle rope, jump up behind Izzy and all in one motion�?REVERSE HURRICANRANA FROM THE TOP, SENDING IZZY FLIPPING BACKWARDS INTO THE RING! “OHHHHH!!!�?Matty rolls her over and climbs on as quickly as he can! One�?two�?thrrrre- SHOULDER UP! Matty huffs in frustration as he gets the pick-up on Isabella. He throws some right hands to her face, forcing her back to the ropes before whipping her off. But Izzy holds on to the top rope before coming back! Matty charges in at her, almost aimlessly, and Izzy ducks low, elevating him HIGH into the air all the way to the floor! Izzy runs across the ring, hits the ropes, comes back�?and jumps up onto the top rope! She springs off once, turns in midair without moving forward�?INTO A SPLIT-LEGGED MOONSAULT! RIGHT ONTO MATTY LEGEND, WHO JUST GOT UP! They both spill to the thin mats at ringside!)

Joey: OH, MY GOD!

Trunks: JESUS!

(“HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T!�?Izzy is up first, having had her fall obviously broken by Matty, and gets the pick-up on Matty. She tries to roll him into the ring under the bottom rope, but Matty stops himself�?and uses all the leverage he can to grab her by the front of her tights and fall backwards�?SENDING IZZY RIGHT INTO THE STEEL RING STEPS! She hits hard!)

Joey: Oh that was uncalled for!

Trunks: So Izzy can just jump a million feet in the air, but Matty isn’t allowed to get an advantage of his own?

Joey: THEY’RE MADE OF STEEL, TRUNKS!

(Matty gets the pick-up on Izzy and rolls her into the ring, climbing in behind her. He slides on for the cover�?and puts his feet on the ropes! One�?

Joey: HIS FEET!!!

Trunks: What feet?

(�?two�?THRE- KICKOUT!!!)

Joey: YES!

(Matty pops up to his feet, stalking the referee into the corner and getting right in his face, intimidating the poor guy. Matty slaps his hands together three times, indicating a faster coun- ROLL-UP! MATTY’S SHOULDERS ARE DOWN! ONE�?TWO�?THRE- KICKOUT!!! Matty is up pretty quickly, and Izzy is struggling to pull herself up by the ropes. Matty looks at her�?before moving over to a corner�?and starting to work at the ties of the turnbuckle pad! He’s trying to expose that steel!)

Joey: Hey!

Trunks: What?

Joey: Oh, shut up! You know you see it!

Trunks: Eh.

(The referee sees Matty, and moves over to him, pulling him away from the corner. He reprimands Matty, who seems to back off willingly. The referee starts to refasten the pad to the turnbuckle�?AVALANCHE! Matty just crushed the official in the corner! The referee crumples to the canvas�?and Matty turns just in time to DUCK Izzy’s clothesline! She turns�?DROPSAULT FROM MATTY LEGEND! Izzy stumbles back, trying to keep her balance�?and falls, hitting the back of her head on the middle turnbuckle! Matty smirks down at her�?before sliding out of the ring. He goes to the timekeeper’s table�?and grabs both the MSN and Championess Title Belts! He slides back into the ring�?and poises himself near the opposite side of the ring. He looks at the MSN Title Belt�?then at the Championess Title Belt�?before wiping his ass with it and tossing it aside!)

Joey: LOOK AT THAT DISGUSTING DISRESPECT!

Trunks: Yeah, I bet that pisses Izzy off pretty bad.

(Matty is ready to strike now�?his MSN Title Belt drawn back, waiting for Izzy to pull herself back to her feet. Here she comes�?there she is�?AND�?MATTY CHARGES FORWA-�?YOINK!!! The Title Belt is yanked from his hands! He turns around�?and finds himself face to face with�?BLACK WIDOW!!! Matty mouths some obscenities at her�?and swings wildly! Widow jumps from the apron, dodging the right hand and Matty spits down at her! He turns around and�?ZERO SUPERKICK FROM ISABELLA TAYLOR!!!)

Trunks: DID YOU HEAR THAT?!?

Joey: THAT ONE WAS FOR RYAN!

(Matty seems to be out cold!!! Izzy falls on for the cover, and a new official slides into the ring! ONE�?TWO……�?THREE!!!!!!!!!)

Joey: She did it!!!

(*DING DING!*)

“Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, the Championess of W2K�?Isabella TAYLORRRRR!!!!�?

(Izzy stands up, leaning down to lift up her Championess Title Belt�?and stand over Matty Legend, looking down at him, as she holds up *her* Championship Belt in utter defiance. We cut to see Widow at ringside, still holding the MSN Title Belt. She looks down at it�?then up at Izzy, who is now climbing out of the ring. The two exchange long glares as Izzy passes Widow.)

Joey: There’s no love loss between these two, Trunks.

Trunks: Thanks for the insight, Joey.

(When she decides Izzy is a safe distance away, Widow slides into the ring under the bottom rope, still holding the MSN Title Belt. She stands above Matty, looking down at him and yelling some unintelligible words, but surely they aren’t very nice. She looks down at the MSN Title Belt, once more�?before leaning down, and draping it over his waist. She turns her head and spits�?before turning and exiting the ring. She starts her way back up the entrance ramp, turning to meet the eyes of Matty Legend, who is just regaining consciousness, his face full of anger�?as we fade to black.)

(The locker room door of Ryan Cain swings open from the inside�?and out he steps. He’s still dressed in the same way, still with that same, somber, blank, excruciating expression painted onto his face. His gym bag is slung over his shoulder as he turns, and begins a lonely walk down the hallway, toward the exit. His head is hanging, his hair swinging in front of his face. He has so many thoughts running through his head�?how the hell is he going to pull through all this? That’s when he feels a hand pat him lightly on the shoulder. He turns and meets the eyes of REDRUM, the man who selflessly came to Ryan’s aid when he was breaking down in the middle of the ring.)

REDRUM: Good luck, Ryan.

(Ryan just nods his head, extending a hand, which REDRUM takes as a silent “thank you.�?Ryan gives him one more look, before continuing down the hallway. He’s met by several along his way: ACID and SPEED, Taurus, even The Caz came out of hiding to see their old friend off. Ryan shakes all of their hands, accepting their words of encouragement�?before finally nearing the exit doorway. That’s when he sees him. There’s an almost deathly silence between them for what seems like an eternity. It’s finally broken.)

Cross: So�?drugs, huh?

(Ryan’s gaze seems to bury itself into the floor in total shame.)

Ryan: �?Yeah.

(His voice is completely broken into a thousand pieces. He can barely bring himself to speak.)

Cross: I always told you to stay away from those damn painkillers.

Ryan: You’re right�?you did.

Cross: Once you put that needle in your arm, it’s damn near impossible to get it ou-�?

“Hey!�?

(Isabella Taylor comes into the scene, still covered in perspiration after her Main Event match.)

Isabella: What the hell do you think you’re doing? Can’t you see he’s really hurting?!? Get out of here!

“What is going on here?!?�?

(And here comes Riot in the same fashion.)

Riot: Who do you think you are, bitch?!? You don’t talk to Cross like that, he’ll snap your damn neck!

(Agent Orange and Christian Michaels now pop into the scene from opposite sides.)

Orange: Hey, hey! Do you two really think this is a good damn time for this?!?

CM: Yeah, come on, Riot�?just let them go.

Riot: No! She thinks she can yell at Cross, I’ll bitch slap her ass through the wall!

Isabella: You won’t even touch me!

Riot: Is that right?!?

Isabella: Go for it!

Orange: HEY!

(His sudden outburst makes everyone stop dead.)

Orange: Missing something?

(Everyone looks around for a moment�?realizing AxO noticed something none of them did. Ryan and Cross are gone. The exit door swings shut quietly just as they come to the realization. Izzy and Riot look at each other one more time�?before both grunting loudly. Izzy walks toward the door.)

Isabella: You’ll get yours! You’ll get it real soon!

(Riot starts backing down the hallway, in the direction she believes Cross went.)

Riot: We’ll see! We’ll see!

(Riot disappears down the hallway, and Izzy through the exit door. CM and Agent Orange are left alone�?just to shake their heads before departing down opposing ends of the hallway as we fade.)

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