NEWAGE EDITION TWO
NewAge hits the airwaves with the fans on their feet, eager to get another portion of the IWC pie on offer. Before they can get settled however, ‘ROAR’ hits over the PA system, Kloe Cruze stepping out onto the stage with Nathan Creed by her side. With cheers ringing in their ears they make their way down the ramp, Nathan holding the ropes opens for Kloe, before entering the ring with her. They wait for a few moments, basking in the fans obvious adulation, before Kloe lifts her arm and calls for her music to stop
Kloe: So IWC, what did you think to the NewAge?
The fans respond predictably
Kloe: Yeah, I agree, we saw everything that this company is about. Hungry talent, eager to impress and get themselves onto RIOT. We saw Miss Jade fight her way into the main roster against the mighty Executioner, and Christina Moore also make it to the big leagues, although losing, doing plenty to impress. And this week alone we have seen no more than six premiere, world class superstars sign with the NewAge.
Again there is a pop from the crowd
Kloe: However, as we have seen just a week ago on RIOT, this isn’t like any other wrestling company, at the moment chaos reigns, and so therefore that is why I recognized that we couldn’t prepare them simply in the ring, they also had to be mentally ready. That is way I approached this man, Nathan Creed, because no one knows the IWC like he does
Kloe passes the mic to Nathan who nods appreciatively
Nathan: No, no one does know this place like me, like a stick of seaside rock; I have the initials carved throughout me. I live, bleed, breathe this company 24 hours a day, and that is what I have been instilling into all these new young up and coming wrestlers in the NewAge stable. Some of them just need a match or two to adapt, others it may take a little longer, but rest assured, no one will step up to RIOT without being prepared
“Whoa, just one second”
All eyes turn to the ramp way where the President (just about) of the IWC Orlando Cruze is stood. He gets a mixed reaction from the crowd, some still not sure of his intentions. Kloe and Nathan look at each other and shake their heads that Orlando feels the need to intervene
Orlando: I’m sorry, truly I am to interrupt Nathan’s grand coronation, but let’s be honest, regardless of the need to bring up new talent, it’s also pretty important that the current crop are left in no doubt who is in charge around here
Nathan: Yeah, we know that’s you Lando, we’ve heard that already
Orlando: I accept, I’ve been a little vocal recently, but as was seen on RIOT, I think I have good grounds, take a look
The giant video screen whirrs into life, an image of Desmond Drake smiling from ear to ear out of the sight of Sasha
Orlando: Take a look Nathan, take a look at that smug grin right there…
Nathan: Yeah, short stuff could see up Sasha’s skirt
Orlando: No, that smugness, in line with Olek’s savior routine on RIOT left me with no doubts whatsoever
Nathan: We need SCW repellent?
Orlando: Well, yes that as well, but all of the turmoil, all of what has been going on being the scenes. The person I have been fighting all along for control of this company is none other than Desmond Drake
Nathan looks on wide eyes, but Kloe takes the mic from him
Kloe: Really? Desmond, you do know he’s the cutest little thing right? This paranoia is getting the better of you Orlando
Orlando: No Kloe, you’re wrong, Desmond Drake wants control of this company. He hasn’t been helping me, he’s been helping himself. He planned this all along
Kloe: OKaaaay
Orlando: He did Kloe, I’m telling you. And I came out here to tell you, to tell the IWC…I won’t stop until I prove it to you all.
He turns, walking off stage to a reception more befitting the Icon, more and more people believing that maybe the true Icon is returning. Nathan shrugs his shoulders, and Kloe simply lifts the mic, their moment gone.
Kloe: It’s time for the NewAge
NO MORE – EARLIER THIS WEEK
Scene cuts to somewhere away from the arena, obviously filmed earlier and away from NewAge. Christian Savior sits on a sofa, his wife Rose, her legs draped over him
Rose: Have you forgotten, because I certainly haven’t. Just four weeks ago I was the IWC World Champion; I was at the forefront of a dynamic awakening of a company that had been sleeping for too long. Fast forward to now, and I have been forgotten, cast aside because of the IWC’s desire to push Taylor Chase as its Evolution, the poster girl for the company
Christian: I’ve been beaten down, arrested, my wife almost damn near killed whilst Orlando Cruze and Taylor Chase have played with the IWC, or at least their version. Rose and I have been castigated, and for what, to allow those two to play their game, to try and become the IWC’s power couple. To try and make the IWC fans forget who the hell we are
Rose: I didn’t lose the World title, not fairly anyway. I was beaten down by the Blacklist and then forced to compete in a match, but where was my rematch, where was the respect I deserved as a champion?
Christian: I gave the board solutions, options…I told them how I could rid the IWC of this plague of locusts that are spitting all over the legacy of this once great company.
Rose: But we were ignored…
Christian: They chose to ignore us
Rose: They decided on a war.
Christian: Rose and I are World Champions; we are done being the victims in these situations whilst others get the spotlight.
Rose: I am done being the forgotten woman that this incarnation of IWC obviously didn’t want as its champion
Christian: IWC, Desmond Drake, Taylor Chase, Orlando Cruze…even the scum that call themselves the Blacklist, you wanted this battle, you wanted to bring out this side of us
Rose: You wanted to desecrate all that we stand for
Christian: This is your notice; it’s time for us to assert ourselves as the Royal Family of this company
Rose: The King and Queen of the IWC
STEEL/THOMPSON VERSUS DIXON/STORM
In a match designed to showcase what the NewAge could do, it was the team of Steel and Thompson that were the most dominant, Steel especially making a point to the watching Kloe Masters that he was worth a place on the main roster. His technical offence laid the ground work for Thompson who continued the hard work.
However, Storm entering the ring was a turning point, as his offence became too much for the other team to handle and on no less than three occasions he came close to picking up the victory. In the end however it was a mistake that won the match, Storm going for a high risk splash from the top rope, but falling foul to Steel feigning injury, catching Storm before drilling her with a Power bomb
WINNERS: STEEL/THOMPSON BY PINFALL 13:12
AWKWARD…THE SEQUEL
Cheers, however slight, greet the sight of Orlando as he walks through the corridors, grabbing a stage hand
Orlando: You seen Taylor Chase?
Stage Hand: I don’t think she’s here today sir
Orlando: Don’t think, don’t think…that’s the problem around, nobody thinks
He lets the staff member go and continues on his search, turning round a corner and almost walking into Gary Matt. Gary smiles, well no it’s not a smile it’s more of a sneer
Gary: Well, well if it isn’t the Icon
Orlando: Yeah, Hi, no time for pleasantries, busy man
He goes to walk off but Gary puts a hand on his chest stopping
Gary: Come now, that’s no way to treat and employee now is it?
Orlando sighs
Orlando: You know why you are here Gary…
Gary: Oh yeah, I know that usually you wouldn’t have come near me with a barge pole, and honestly, I feel exactly the same about you. But we have a common enemy right now don’t we, any enemy you seem incapable of controlling
Orlando: Oh, he’s under control don’t you worry about that. However it’s always nice to have a little insurance policy…that’s you in case you were wondering
Gary: Oh, I know my place Cruze don’t worry about that. But when this is done, be under no illusions, you piss me off…
Orlando: And you’ll make me pay right…yawn?
Gary: Oh, not in that sense Orlando…I’ll make sure that you and Taylor, never ever, get back together
Orlando: Did you just reference a Taylor Swift song on IWC television?
Gary: Yeah…shit…sorry man
Orlando again shakes his head; he seemed to do that a lot these days and heads for the exit door
Gary: Not sticking around to see me beat Tiami Tyler
Orlando: Na, I’ve had enough for one night
Gary watches as Orlando steps into the night, closing the exit door behind him
THE CEO SPEAKS
Kloe sits in her office signing off on some contracts ready for NewAge 3. A knock is heard at the door, Claire Simms, the NewAge backstage report putting her head around the door
Claire: Got a moment Kloe?
Kloe: Sure…what do you need?
Claire: I was wondering, I know Brittany Lohan is in the building tonight, do I have permission to request an interview
Kloe: You’re a backstage reporter…you do as you see fit
Claire: Really…so I can ask you questions too?
Kloe: If you’ve got them, let’s hear them
Claire happily steps into the office, Kloe standing and walking over to her
Kloe: Go ahead
Claire: You mentioned earlier the signings you have made since you joined the IWC. Is there any reason you have been so successful?
Kloe: I wouldn’t say it is really anything to do with me. The IWC is a popular brand, the mere mention of the initials makes people want to work for us, to make a name for them
Claire: Established wrestlers as well?
Kloe: For sure. See, the thing is some of these people made their names in companies far smaller than the Cartel. I know some resent wrestling for the NewAge, but it gives them time to adapt. I have little doubt that some of the names I’ve brought in recently are already ready for RIOT, but it pays to make sure because you are never one hundred percent certain. Especially with everything going on upstairs at the moment
Claire: Talking about that, what’s your view?
Kloe: I’ll be honest, I don’t know. Orlando has made some mistakes, and I’m sure he will admit that. But he’s been trying to put it right in the face of some opposition. I know Orlando though; he won’t take this lying down, as you have seen by him challenging Harrison and Paradise. He’s got the IWC in his blood, and he’s been doing what he believes is right, can’t say any more than that really. Whether he can hang onto the Presidency I dont know
Claire: Finally, what can we expect from the NewAge in the future?
Kloe: We’ll continue bringing in the talent and watching it flourish. We’ll give the wrestling public, just that, quality wrestling without all the dramas going on at RIOT…well, maybe a little bit
She smiles, the scene fading.
ERIC HERRERA VERSUS KATHRYN PEARSON
Eric Herrera may be well known in the wrestling industry, but he knew he had a point to prove, and showed it in the early altercations, surprising Kathryn with his technical abilities, and counters that didn’t allow Pearson to get a foothold in the match. Although dominating the early encounters however, Eric couldn’t put Kathryn away as she showed the attributes she had been putting to good use in the IWC
Pearson was always going to get back into the match and did when Eric missed a drop kick, landing awkwardly which allowed Pearson to drop an elbow across his throat. This put Pearson in charge, and gave her several opportunities to win the match. Eric however refused to go down, and the match swung back and forth, and anyone could have won. The match came to end as both were running the ropes, Pearson managing to apply the brakes and take Herrera’s head off with a super kick
WINNER: KATHRYN PEARSON BY PINFALL 9:21
WHATS HE DOING HERE?
Clarence Whitman steps out of a car, the fans going mental at the sight of this strange, yet successful IWC superstar. He pauses for a second, almost seeming to sniff the air for trouble, before heading towards the arena. The fans don’t even have time to react further, as out of nowhere Lukas Montgomery appears, crashing a cane, yes the same cane that gets used in every show these days, and brings it across the back of Whitman’s back. Whitman drops to one knee, but Montgomery responds with another shot which cracked across the bald head of Clarence who drops to the floor.
Lukas: What do you think to that huh?
He lays another boot in
Lukas: No so clever now are we ‘chump’
Another boot, as security enters the lot and force Lukas away from the prone body of Clarence
Lukas: See you at RIOT Clarence…can’t wait
THE MONSTER SPEAKS
We open on Claire Simms, who is stood with microphone in hand
Claire: I’m here with none other than one of my absolute heroes…I’m talking about Brittany Lohan
The camera pans out to reveal Brittany, who for once doesn’t seem angry…such an angry lady
Lohan: Hero huh…you could do worse
Claire: Brittany I have to ask, what are you doing here?
Lohan: Well, I’m all for seeing new talent come through the ranks, and there is someone on next who interests me
Claire: You talking about Ba’al
Lohan: Yes, I know all about his brother in SCW, takes what he wants no matter the cost…I like that
Claire: You have a little bit of a spat with the maybe former President on Twitter the other night…is it true there is some deep routed resentment there?
Lohan: Resentment would mean I cared Claire. No, the thing with Orlando is, he wronged me on three different occasions, and I’m not someone who tends to let something like that lie. Also, there is the Taylor situation which I am keeping my eye on.
Claire: You’re close to Taylor right
Lohan: Closer than anyone knows
Claire: I know you’re eager to get to your seat for your next match, but before you go, do you have any words to say to your fans in the IWC world.
Lohan: Just keep watching, things are only just starting to happen. The chaos has only just begun
Claire: Thank you Brittany
BA’AL VERSUS THE EXECUTIONER
This match was certainly a mismatch in size, and in the early parts of this match it showed, the Executioner keeping Ba’al at arm’s length and continuingly slowing the momentum. Ba’al had to dig deep to stay in his debut, the Executioner drilling him with several power moves, and getting a two count on more than one occasion.
However, as the monster began to tire, so did Ba’al begin to get his bearings, and started to display the talents that had alerted the IWC to his existence. He began to wear the Executioner down with a technical display that he couldn’t handle. By the ten minute mark, the Executioner was exhausted, and couldn’t put a decent offence, and it was only a matter of time till Ba’al hit the Zigzag, for an impressive victory
WINNER: BA’AL BY PINFALL 10:32
WEIRDEST TAG TEAM…EVER
Scene opens in a dressing room, Porno Lad sat on a sofa with some female draped all over him, TP Kid watching like some kind of voyeur
Porno: Soooo, you ready for RIOT then?
TPKid: What, you mean having to kick your ass just so that I can tag with you…yeah, sweet
Porno: You do realize that I am a former world champion right?
TPKid: So was Kirsta…
Porno: You do realize that I am wayyyyyy too good to be tagging with you right?
TPKid: So you have said yeah
Porno: So consider it your honor
TPKid: I do
Porno: Say it…says it’s your honor
TPKid: It’s your honor
Porno: You do realize that gag has been done fifty times in this company
“Well, well, what do we have here?”
Porno: Well, it was a ménage a trois…but now you’re here Cassidy, it’s an orgy
Cassidy: So you still intend to tag with…him then?
Porno: Depends…he hasn’t proven himself yet. Either way, he’ll still be a better partner than you
Cassidy: And you expect to beat Damion and me, after seeing what he did on RIOT. The man is indestructible
TPKid: So why you facing him?
Porno: He makes her wet…not as wet as I did though, but you see my point
TPKid: Got it
Cassidy: You blew your chance Porno…now you end up getting beaten by a better tag team
Porno: Nope, why I remember it Cassidy, the only person ‘blowing’ was you. Tata
He waves, Cassidy leaving the room in a huff
YOU BETTER BE READY
Frankie Paradise sits backstage, strumming on his pretend air guitar, or at least that what it looks like. Aaron Harrison walks up, pretending to knock and step into Frankie’s ‘office’, Frankie not even looking up from his position.
Aaron: Frankie?
Frankie continues ‘strumming’ until eventually looking up
Frankie: Had to finish the song dude…Jesus some people are impatient around here
Aaron: Look this is important
Frankie: Did Tay have another underwear malfunction…I missed the last one dammit
Aaron: No, this is about RIOT.
Frankie: Oh, that’s like a week away yet, chill your bones, send me a tweet or something
Aaron: Frankie, I don’t think you realize how long I have waiting to get my hands on Cruze, but now not only that, I get to destroy Hurse again. I cannot let you mess this up for me when I am this close to ending that bastard
Frankie: That’s a lot of animosity there Aaron, you should see someone
Aaron: Look, are you really up for this?
Frankie: Making an example out of Cruze, hell yeah. I want to make sure that Tay-Tay never looks at him again by making his disgusting face even more repulsive. Not only that, I want to rip out his tongue so he can never call me Franklyn again
Aaron: And you mean that…you’ll do anything to destroy him?
Frankie: Yes…wow you’re tense…chill out man
Aaron: Good…no, that’s really good
Frankie: Ok, so now we got that sorted, any requests?
He holds up his air guitar hopefully
Aaron: No Frankie…just no
Frankie looks confused
Frankie: Sorry, I don’t know that one
MOSS/BRYANT VERSUS THE UNDERDOGS
Power was the order of the day in the early match ups as Bryant went to work showing why he is regarded as the strongest man in the New Age, Rachael and Rich struggling with the pure power offense from the big man. Bryant however refused to tag in his partner, and eventually made a mistake, allowing the Underdogs to keep Bryant in their corner and systematically take him apart. For all Moss’s frustrations, the Underdogs simply wouldn’t allow the tag, and eventually a High Cross body, from Rachael, followed by a 450 Splash from Rich was enough to end the match
WINNERS: THE UNDERDOGS BY PINFALL 7:37
ENOUGH IS ENOUGH
Countdown to Extinction hits over the PA system, Head of Talent Relations Jacob Laymon stepping out onto the ramp way, and purposely heading down to the ring. He gets a thunderous reception from the Manhattan Centre, the likes normally reserved for the roster, and the reception doesn’t stop until he raises his hand, the noise dying down and his music stopping.
Laymon: So, how you enjoying the show so far huh?
The noise intensifies again, all positive which brings a smile to Jacob’s face.
Laymon: And there is still more to come, the IWC once again delivering on its promise to give the very best talent in this industry, time and time again, no matter what.
Another pop, Laymon reveling in the moment
Laymon: However, as nice as that is, me being out here isn’t to wax lyrical about the IWC, not this time. No, I’m out here to deal with a problem that has plagued me since this place opened, that problem being Leeland Gaunt and the Black Crusade.
The mention of their names produces a lot of noise, both positive and negative, the positive making Jacob scowl just a little.
Laymon: Don’t cheer him…this guy has made my life a living hell for the past two months, spiders turning up everywhere, and out of fresh air. This guy has had me thinking I was going crazy, out of my mind.
More noise from the crowd, seeming to like the games Gaunt has been playing with Laymon
Laymon: NO CHEERS DAMMIT!!!!
Now they boo, and it’s all for Jacob Laymon who obviously has let the Black Crusade get under his skin.
Laymon: Oh, you like that do you; someone being relentless stalked, having to look over his shoulder at every opportunity? Well that’s good, that’s really good, because it ends. I’m sick of feeling this way, and I’m sick of being the running Black Crusade joke. It ends, and it ends TONIGHT
More boos from the crowd, Laymon continuing regardless.
Laymon pulls out a book, holding it up in the air.
Laymon: See this…this is a book of magic tricks and sorcery, and on page 89 of this book, it goes into some detail, explaining how Gaunt has been managing to ‘perform’ these illusions and pass them off as real. I now know, categorically that Gaunt, is a FRAUD, and the thing about frauds is, they always, always get found out.
“HAHAHAHAHA”
All eyes turn to the top of the ramp where Leeland Gaunt and the Black Crusade have walked out, Jacob’s bravado quickly evaporating.
Gaunt: Really Jacob? After everything, the moments we have shared, you still believe that I would possibly entertain using the contents of a book you obviously purchased from the local Wal-mart?
Jacob points at the book
Jacob: It’s all in here Gaunt, every single stunt you have pulled?
Gaunt: Maybe so…but does it say anything in that book about conjuring spiders, I don’t know, from the roof of the Manhattan Center perhaps?
Jacob looks up to the rafters, expecting to be covered in the creepy crawlies he has some come to hate
Gaunt: Or, does it say anything about being able to…
Jacob continues to look up at the roof
Gaunt: Turn a book, into a crawling mass of arachnids before your very eyes
Laymon instinctively drops the book, the crowd laughing
Gaunt: See, you have a warped grasp of things, so allow me to explain. This, as you call it, will be over when the Black Crusade either decides to, or when we get bored. You Mr Laymon, are not in control I am and its end…when I say so
Laymon: Damn you Gaunt, leave me the…
Gaunt points to the rafters, and Jacob instinctively covers his head, but nothing happens, just the laughing once more of the crowd, orchestrated by Leeland Gaunt
Gaunt: No spiders Jacob…not this time anyway
The Black Crusade leave the stage laughing, leaving a fuming and embarrassed Jacob Laymon in the ring
MANIAC MATT VERSUS TIAMI TYLER
Tiami had come into the IWC on a blaze of glory, but hadn’t fulfilled the potential she undoubtedly had, but she seemed to be here tonight to make a point, and began aggressively, taking the match to Matt, and not allowing him to get in any offence. Believing that Matt was in trouble she went for her Packaged Piledriver, but Matt powered out, instead drilling her with the Gallos, almost picking up the victory.
The match then became an onslaught of move and counter move, the both of them almost picking up the crucial victory on several occasions. Tiami hit the Icy Revolution which surprisingly Matt kicked out of, and Tiami then later kicked out of Brain Damage. The match had to end however, and eventually Tiami got just a little bit too complacent, missing a high cross body and hitting the mat. Matt quickly hooked Tyler into the Maniac Rack, his version of the camel clutch, Tiami having no choice but to tap out
WINNER: MANIAC MATT BY SUBMISSION 8:14
LAYING DOWN THE LAW
The arena is uncertain as TCWC’s music hits over the PA system, and Adam Chase walks through the curtain, surrounded by the Tag Team Champions. They stand at the top for a moment, enjoying the reaction, before walking down the ramp and into the ring.
Chase: Oh come on, I’m sure you can do better than that for the IWC World tag Team Champions.
He gets a reaction, but not the most positive
Chase: You know, I’ve been hearing a lot recently on social media, the IWC advertising for tag teams to join the madness that is this company. It is a very good idea, after all, the IWC is lacking in tag teams capable of challenging my boys. I mean, Unity? Really? That’s the best you can come up with? Haze perhaps teaming with Sommers…the joke that is the Kid and the Lad…my boys are a ‘proper’ tag team, they exude tag team prowess, and you put these, mash ups in the ring with them and expect them to compete
More boos from the crowd, Hugo flipping off anyone he can see at ringside
Chase: But, although advertising was a good idea, a request for the very best tag teams to come to the IWC, I don’t know who they hired, but putting TCWC in that advertisement, how did you expect to succeed? No one is going to come to a company knowing that they don’t stand a chance; no one is going to take the risk of having their careers ended by the only ‘true’ tag team in wrestling today. Advertise yes, of course, but don’t mention who they will have to face. That was foolhardy, ridiculous, words that describe this company perfectly right now.
He laughs, and his cohorts join in, ignoring the boos and jeers from the Manhattan Centre.
Chase: IWC, and any potential IWC Tag Teams, let me make it clear to you right now. These two men here are the very best tag team in the world. There isn’t a team either alive or dead that can compare to them, so please stop fooling yourselves. You come here, or you challenge TCWC, and you will leave the same way as anyone else, broken, beaten and aware that I only speak the truth. If you don’t believe me still, tune into RIOT and watch as my Tag Team Champions dismantle, and destroy Kathryn Pearson and Yvonne Knight.
WELCOME TO THE PARTY
Ba’al walks through the corridors of the Manhattan Centre, ready to leave after a successful debut for NewAge. As he is about to leave through the side doors, Kloe steps into view, placing a hand on Ba’al’s shoulder.
Kloe: Good performance out there…I can see why you were so highly regarded
Ba’al: The outcome was never in doubt; perhaps a more skilled adversary would be advisable next time.
He says it not in jest, even though he had just beat the biggest man in the IWC
Kloe: Yes, you’re probably right…but in my opinion you’re not going to get that here in NewAge. The NewAge arm of the IWC has been established to help potential talent evolve; I don’t think we need to think about that with you
Ba’al: It was a strange decision to place me with the ‘development’ section, however I will go wherever there are people to destroy, it is of little consequence to me.
Kloe: Hmm, I see that…I think that settles it then
Ba’al: I don’t follow
Kloe: I see no reason for you to be on the third edition of NewAge. I’ll speak to those that matter and get you signed up to the full IWC roster, how does that sound?
Ba’al: That sounds excellent…a good decision at last
“Whoa, just hold on a minute”
Gary Matt walks into view, a mixed reaction from the IWC crowd.
Kloe: Problem Matt?
Gary: Yeah I have a problem, a big one in fact. This Gothic wannabe beats up someone who has about as much wrestling talent as a water melon and gets signed to the big leagues straight away, I however beat someone who has competed on the main roster already, and yet I get nothing
Ba’al: A woman, with very little substance…as opposed to a seven foot gargantuan, seems to make perfect sense to me
Gary: I never asked you son, I was talking to the boss
Ba’al: Son? I don’t believe you brought me up, however I would advise you to lose the aggression, or lose even more teeth
Gary: You think you scare me?
Ba’al: Not at all, but the slight trembling of your hands seems to suggest that I am however getting underneath your skin…
Kloe: Look, before the testosterone gets out of hand here, Gary, you impressed me as well, and just like Ba’al, I see no reason for you to not sign fully with the IWC as well. I’ll make the recommendations to management in the morning
Ba’al: After a good decision, you make a bad one…figures
With that Ba’al walks out the arena shaking his head
Gary: Thank you Kloe, it is appreciated
Kloe: Don’t thank me Gary, thank Orlando, after he is the reason you are here in the first place.
Gary: Yeah, and now I’m on the full roster, I can start what I came here to do
Kloe: Meaning?
Gary: That will become Kloe, very clear
MAIN EVENT
NATHAN CREED VERSUS LUKAS MONTGOMERY
Nathan had more than his fair share of coming face to face with the Blacklist, and in the beginning of this match it showed, Creed wrestling very close to the edge and piece by piece taking Lukas apart. Lukas rallied however, using the fact that he was just slightly quicker to take away Nathan’s momentum, and take advantage himself, almost winning the match with The Everybomb, which Nathan did well to kick out of.
After several pinning attempts, Nathan once again wrestled control back, and Lukas began to look strained, sensing this, Mika and Aaron sprinted from the back, and started dismantling Creed with vicious tag team moves. The referee called for the bell, Nathan picking up the win, but with every second his future IWC career looked more and more in doubt
WINNER: NATHAN CREED BY DQ
Nathan continues to get beat down, and Lukas gets up, and starts with his own onslaught. It looks like he is going to get severely injured as he is picked up by Aaron, as Lukas drags a Sledgehammer from under the ring. Things are looking really bad, until out the crowd jump Hurse and Orlando, who will be team mates on RIOT in just a few days. They slide into the ring, just as the Blacklist slide out, noticing the chairs in their assailant’s hands. They back up the ramp, smiling from ear to ear as Hurse and Orlando help Creed to their feet. As Aaron and Mika disappear, Lukas stays on the stage to celebrate. Out of nowhere Clarence Whitman appears, drilling Lukas with a steel chair, before escaping through the crowd
END
LAST WORDS
“Is that it…the extent I have to work with?”
“After all I have been through to get into this position”
“There are going to have to be changes…big changes…after all, even if her name isn’t Cruze now, it was. And we all know how capable anyone with that name is”
Scene pans back in, the grinning face of none other than Desmond Drake, the NewAge show having been playing on a TV screen in front of him
Drake: Yes…big changes indeed
EDITION THREE COMING SOON
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