Unstoppable #23

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Unstoppable #23 May 21, 2016 15:26:05 GMT -6

Post by Das Admin on May 21, 2016 15:26:05 GMT -6

The lights go out as “Iron Man (Remix)” by Black Sabbath FT. GWAP LOK BOZO BOSCO hits the Folly Theater.

WE ARE PUNISHMENT
Now follow us through the darkness
Where you will witness everyone and anyone who has ever doubted us perish
And all those that have been charged with treason are guilty until proven innocent in the court of...
Punishment, Punishment, Punishment, Punishment, Punishment, Capital Punishment

A singular spotlight emerges on the curtain as Frank Washington is standing front and center. Immediately to his right was his right hand man, his hitman, his hound, Wolf Parker. Frank was wearing the suit from earlier but with the addition of a single rose tucked into his front pocket on his blazer, The boos where deafening as the partners in crime, the 2/3rds of the former Uprising that nearly brought the ICWA to it's knees several years ago made their way to the ring.

Gavin Grey: Ladies and gentlemen please welcome at this time the Co-Head of Talent Relations, The Revolutionary Turncoat, Frank Washington and Wolf Parker!

DIC: Well if there were any doubt about your boy? He just appeared to readopt the moniker he was best known by years ago! The Frank Washington that made Robert Garland's life a living hell, the Frank Washington that would stab anyone and anybody in the back if it meant advancing his master plan! This is the Mastermind that was two weeks away from becoming ICWA World Heavyweight Champion before they closed their doors! This is the Frank Washington that is personally my favorite wrestler!

Smith: …

Silence spoke volumes as far as Alex Smith was concerned. Watching his best friend seemingly returning to his old ways after years of being on the straight and narrow; a man that was apparently reformed and learned from his past was no more. He was divided, Smith knew why Frank was doing this; he too was assaulted by the very man Frank turned against but he stopped short so far of endorsing his methods.

As Frank and Wolf made their way into the ring Frank reached into his coat and revealed an unbranded microphone, the MSW logos stripped from it. Just a simple, ordinary black microphone.

FUCK YOU FRANK! FUCK YOU FRANK! FUCK YOU FRANK! FUCK YOU FRANK! FUCK YOU FRANK! FUCK YOU FRANK! FUCK YOU FRANK! FUCK YOU FRANK! FUCK YOU FRANK!

Frank, much like a conductor swung his hands in the air like a conductor leading an orchestra. The crowd was relentless and livid, unlike the people of San Francisco these weren't his people nor was Kansas City his hometown; it was Drew's. Where as Frank was the toast of the town in San Fran at the end of the last Unstoppable the tables were dramatically turned here and he seemed to take it all in as if he were receiving a hero's welcome all the same.

Frank Washington: I love you too, Kansas City. See I expected nothing less from the likes of you. Drew Stevenson has you all wrapped around the palm of his hand feeding into his lies and drinking his propaganda faster than the 900 strong in Jonestown.

Jonestown, of course being the horrific and one of the most prolific instances of mass suicide in modern history. Reverend Jim Jones had a hold over his followers, so much so that people willingly gave up their lives to him, mindlessly so because they believed every single lie he ever told them.

Frank Washington: Your hero is a pathological liar. Take it from one of the people that knew him best. Yeah, he's got charisma, the gift of a silver tongue and if you're not careful he could pull you in and make you believe whatever he told you. The four of us, myself, Scotty Addams, Drew Stevenson, and Frankie Cocheese; I didn't forget about you like the rest of these sheep...

FUCK HIM TOO! FUCK HIM TOO! FUCK HIM TOO! FUCK HIM TOO! FUCK HIM TOO! FUCK HIM TOO!

Frank Washington: The four of us were known as The Jokers Wild, a group that came together because we originally had a common goal that brought us all together; we weren't getting our fair share. We saw the same song and dance be played over and over and over in front of us, all the backstage politics and the broken promises; we came together to challenge all that and pull back that curtain they tried to hide from everyone from far too long. We exposed the cogs and wheels of the machine itself. We were Edward Snowden before he became the man he is today. Drew Stevenson was the one who brought us all together, approaching us all individually one by one and for a while he appeared to be right on the money. But slowly but surely we began to see his real face. Frankie Cocheese stepped away to deal with his own personal business and he didn't even get a simple “thank you for your service” even though the man had the wrestling scene by the balls several months before. On Twitter everything began to revolve around Drew Stevenson, Drew Stevenson began to make enemies out of everyone and we were expected to join him on the front lines because of “brotherhood”

Frank began to pace methodically around the ring, his mind was racing but it was all racing towards a destination, a finish line; a point.

Frank Washington: And we beat them, we beat every single one of them whether it was in a war of wits or in a wrestling ring. We beat them because we were a collection of the best wrestlers to ever walk God's green earth; we held 75% of the gold in what was the largest national promotion in North America at one point in time. And let me tell you something, the alumni of this... redacted promotion that I will not name for legal reasons still hold a grudge years later over it. Yet even when we were at the apex, the pinnacle of this industry the spotlight still found it's way to Drew Stevenson. Drew always got the World Championship matches, Drew always got the first pick as far as promoters were concerned. Yet I was naive at the time, I thought Drew Stevenson was my friend, we were a family, brothers and to make sure there was enough to go around none of us could afford to get picky or greedy; except for Drew.

Then on that fateful day in San Francisco, May 20th, 2015... ONE YEAR AGO... yesterday; I. Woke. Up. I woke up and saw the man for who he truly is!

WE WANT DREW! WE WANT DREW! WE WANT DREW! WE WANT DREW! WE WANT DREW! WE WANT DREW! WE WANT DREW! WE WANT DREW! WE WANT DREW! WE WANT DREW!

Frank's eyes widen as Wolf Parker laughed maniacally at the crowd, his own maniac pacing unsettling several people in the front row.

Frank Washington: OH! You want Drew? You people want Drew Stevenson? You may want to be careful what you wish for because tonight I'm going to give it to you!

YAAAAAAAAAAAY!

Frank Washington: I know IC3 isn't anyone's... favorite wrestling promoter but he is one hell of a businessman. I will never take that away from him. One year ago he owned a promotion by the name of Golden Gate Wrestling and even though they were forced to close their doors as a result of a lawsuit that was eventually defeated in court he does retain the video library. Upon purchasing Missouri State Wrestling the Golden Gate Wrestling video library and archives became property of MSW. You want Drew Stevenson? You got him. Roll the footage.

Main Event
Golden Gate Championship
No Disqualification - There Must Be A Winner
Frank Washington vs Drew Stevenson
Referee: Jack Williams

As Washington makes it back to his feet Stevenson pounces on the opening and leaps to his feet, hitting him with a devastating chop block, causing him to scream in pain as he falls to the ground. Stevenson slams his knee on the ground several times before positioning it on the apron and jumping on it feet first upon climbing on the apron himself. Stevenson makes a choking gesture with his hands around his own neck much to the disgust of the crowd before he slides the hometown hero back into the ring. Stevenson drags his leg to the ringpost and slams it repeatedly against it as Jack Williams can do nothing but watch. With a sinister grin Stevenson yells at Washington to quit who despite the damage his leg has taken defiantly refuses. Stevenson warns him one more time before running his leg full speed again the post and still Washington refuses to give in. Finally deciding that enough was enough Stevenson goes for one more figure four leglock but this time opting to wrap it around the ringpost as he applies the BoneCrusher (Figure Four Leg Lock around the ring post). Washington screams in agony as he tries in vain to escape the hold until a very nasty, blood curdling *CRUNCH* can be heard. Jack Williams immediately calls for the bell as Frank Washington could be seen turning pale from the sheer pain. Stevenson takes his time to release the hold as Joe Angelini and Bobby Brooks run out to help Jack Williams pry Stevenson out of the hold.

Julian Masterson: Here is your winner as a result of referee stoppage and the first ever Golden Gate Champion... Drew Stevenson

"I'm the Man" by Aloe Blacc can be heard playing as the much ends as the trio of referees do their best to pry Stevenson out of the hold and away from Frank Washington. Steven O’Reilly, head of Talent Relations for GGW emerges from the back with a medical team and finally the referees are able to force Stevenson to break the hold. Frank Washington is screaming in pain clutching his leg as the crowd showers the arena with boos, some people beginning to toss trash into the ring as Stevenson looks absolutely remorseless.

Mark Robertson: Finally Golden Gate Wrestling has a Champion they can be proud of! Hard fought victory, well deserved!

Alexander Smith: He broke Frank’s leg! How could you, how could anyone be proud of that? I understand that this is a very physical sport; I get that but nobody wants to see someone’s livelihood get taken away from them! He planned on that, he intentionally tried to break his leg and he did it that son of a bitch! Some brother! How can he be proud of himself?

Mark Robertson: He should’ve tapped out! The hold under No Disqualification rules is completely legal and he should’ve swallowed his pride.

Alexander Smith: Swallowed his pride? Are you kidding me? It took 3 grown men just to force him to break that hold; he had no intentions of letting go until he crippled the man! He should be fired! Drew Stevenson is a disgrace to professional wrestling! He can go straight to hell!

Drew Stevenson throws his hands up and slides out of the ring as the medical staff reaches ringside. Stevenson feigns going for his belt and instead shoves the medical staff out of the way as he starts to stomp mercilessly on the broken leg which causes fans to throw chairs now into the ring out of protest. Alexander Smith seeing enough throws his headset down and takes his tie off as he goes to personally intervene. Smith tackles Stevenson off of Frank Washington but quickly gets punched in the face and then mounted by Stevenson who unleashes several more. As Alexander Smith begins to bleed from his forehead Stevenson runs his hand over it and wipes it over his chest with a sinister grin before shoving his face into the ground. The crowd’s deafening boos quickly turn to cheers as Shawna Martinez darts out from the back with a steel chair in hand. Drew’s eyes nearly pop out of their sockets as he sees her making a bee line to the ring and quickly tries to evade her by running around the ring. Shawna nearly manages to catch him and slams the chair hard against the ringpost; just barely missing his head.

Just before she can get another shot Hans Vandenberg, Head of Security grabs the chair from behind and yanks it out of her hands as the crowd nearly riots on the spot. Security begins to pile out from the back trying to keep the situation under control and even members of the police department soon join them coming out from the back. Shawna throws a right hook straight into the jaw of Hans who even seems to be taken off-guard as he throws his sunglasses off in a fit of rage. At this point security grabs ahold of Shawna to prevent her from pursuing Stevenson or further assaulting Hans.

Meanwhile as all of this is happening Steven O’Reilly and the medical team try to tend to Frank’s injuries and soon after a stretcher is wheeled out as they show the utmost care not to aggravate a severe injury any further. Several members of security split off from the main group to personally escort the medical team out of the arena.

The crowd fell silent out of shock, at the graphic archival footage that Frank Washington just aired. The camera manages to capture Alex Smith sitting at ringside removing his glasses, burying his hands in his face and taking his headset off having to relive that moment all over again. DIC is watching like a kid in a candy shop wanting to hear more and more of the story. Wolf shook his head having to watch his friend suffer such a grisly fate, the only perfectly normal reaction a camera has caught of him in who knows how long.

Frank Washington: That's your hero, THAT IS YOUR HOMETOWN HERO!

The intensity in his eyes were breathtaking and the passion in his voice so palpable that one would think the heater immediately kicked on in the arena. As a man who rarely shouted so it was a scary thing to see such a calm, calculated man roused to such a degree.

Frank Washington: So if stabbing Drew Stevenson in the back makes me a traitor, a Turncoat then I'm guilty as charged because he's the one who put the knife in my hand to begin with. You think you're sorry Drew? You will be. Because now that I have you right where I want you I'm going to make you squirm and squeal; I'm going to make you suffer. I'm going to take everything away from you piece by piece until all that's left is a shell of a broken man. Then and only then will I finally put you out of your misery and end your career once and for all. The reign of the Warforged Charlatan is coming to an end; and that my friends... is Revolutionary.

With that Frank Washington literally drops the microphone in the middle of the ring as he and Wolf make their way to the back.

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Unstoppable #23 May 21, 2016 15:26:58 GMT -6

Post by Das Admin on May 21, 2016 15:26:58 GMT -6

We cut to Cocheese lounging once again in IC3's office. His cell phone goes off. His ringtone is his old theme, Yung Joc's "A Couple Grand." It's Barrel calling. Cocheese answers, putting the phone on speaker and leaving it on the desk.

Cocheese: Yo!

Barrel: Get ready, Champ. Your match is up next!

Cocheese: Aight, bet!

Cocheese hangs up the phone and leaves it on the desk still, sighing as he gets up and opens the door. As soon as he opens the door, Tommy Montana is on the other side. Tommy locks eyes with Cocheese, both men standing face to face for the first time since WAR. His eyes then drift towards the belt resting on his shoulder.

Tommy Montana: You keeping that belt warm for me?

Cocheese narrows his eyes, then follows Tommy's to the belt. He scoffs.

Cocheese: Keepin it cool, cuz you're only getting it through my cold, dead hands!

Tommy Montana: Big words from a man who kidnapped my girlfriend and didn't even have the balls to beat me straight up. You had everyone minus BoNzO pile out of that circus tent you call a locker room. You beat Chris Williams, you never pinned Tommy Montana. As far as I'm concerned you're living on borrowed time and someday I'm taking that out of your cold, dead hands.

Tommy taps the center plate.

Tommy Montana: Good luck out there with Nikki Venom. I'd hate to see someone else try to cut in line.

Cocheese gives Tommy a sly smile.

Cocheese: Heh, there's the Tommy Montana I wanted... Where was he at at WAR? Oh yeah, bleedin' from getting wrecked with a pipe!

Cocheese takes a step closer to Tommy, the two staring holes into each other.

Cocheese: You didn't have the balls to pick me, so I did what I had to do. You know the risks of a triple threat, so I ain't gonna take the time to go on about that. Now excuse me while I go flush that turd Nikki Venom.

Tommy Montana: Enjoy it while you can Cheesehead, just be careful not to flush yourself in the process.

Tommy wanted to deck Cocheese, he wanted to wail on him like no tomorrow but he knew this wasn't the proper time. The last thing he needed was to give Nikki Venom a gift to the front of the line for shortlist for title contention.

Tommy Montana: See you later, chimp.

Cocheese shoulders past Tommy, saying while walking towards the entrance way. "Oh you will, chump!"

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Unstoppable #23 May 21, 2016 15:52:17 GMT -6 Lebroc Harris likes this

Post by Das Admin on May 21, 2016 15:52:17 GMT -6

MAIN EVENT
Non-Title
MSW Heavyweight Champion Frankie Cocheese vs Nikki Venom

Gavin Grey: The following non-title match is scheduled for one fall and by executive order from the office of IC3 is now a No Disqualification match!

Smith: We just received word that at some point during the night, IC3 was contacted and put in the executive order to make this a No DQ match!

DIC: My Uncle's so smart. I hope these two kill each other!

Smith: I said he was contacted. This may not have been his idea.

DIC: But he pulled the trigger!

The sharp guitar chords of “Kickstart My Heart” by Motley Crue reverberate across the arena. The lights darken and spotlights switch to a variety of different colours to the beat of the song. The electric guitar, bass, and drums all make their presence known within the song. As the vocals come in, the curtain opens up and Nikki steps out too a mass of boos. A smirk across his face, he raises his arms above his head and crosses his fingers into an 'x'. He walks down to the ring, a cocky swagger in his step; he stops short of the pads outside the ring and jumps in place for a second, before sprinting towards the ring and sliding in. He stands up, and walks to the nearest corner, quickly ascending it. He then lifts his arms in the air, throwing the same taunt he used before. He gets down and sits in the corner, awaiting his opponent.

Gavin Grey: Introducing first, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing 259lbs... Nikki Venom!

Smith: Nikki Venom got into a huge war of words with Cocheese over the past two weeks, which lead to the two of them letting us all hear from them the most than we ever have since MSW reopened!

DIC: Yeah, and now's the time where words mean nothing! I honestly don't care who wins, I just want to see VIOLENCE!

Smith: You're deplorable.

DIC: You're destroying the dangerous direction of this match-up with your disparaging remarks, Smith.

Smith: Are you trying to play Literary like Cocheese and Barrel earlier this week?

DIC: Definitely. DIC is givin the D tonight! Vitamin D!

Smith: We get it.

C-C-C-C-CAPITAL CREW!... IS IN EFFECT!

Gavin Grey: And his opponent, representing the Capital Crew weighing in at Fat Stacks of Kilos he is the MSW Heavyweight Champion... Frankie Cocheese!

Right before the lyrics start to his entrance music, Shook Ones PT. 1 by Mobb Deep, Frankie walks through the curtain and heads to the ring with a languid pace, the MSW Championship draped over his shoulder. His head held high, though his eyes are focused ahead on Nikki Venom with absolute disgust on his face. He doesn't regard the fans as they boo him and hurl insults his way. Once he reaches the ring, he moves casually to the stairs and walks up them, taking off his hat and hanging it on the post before entering the ring at the middle rope. Once he steps inside, he moves to the center of the ring and holds his right hand up in a C while taking the belt with his free hand and letting it dangle at his side.

Before referee Jake Miles, level 1 UFS card game judge can call for the bell Cocheese tosses his belt to the side as Venom meets him in the middle of the ring as both men just begin to throw slugs at each other.

DING DING!

Cocheese and Venom are going at each other particularly stiff, each slap, each kick, and each punch echoing an audible “SMACK”s during the first minute or so. Venom, having the legitimate size overpowered Cocheese and upon grabbing his head started to grate it back and forth against the rope as if he was feeding it into a cheese grater. Cocheese turns and hits him right in the gut with a sucker punch, knocking the air out of Venom as he manages to turn in towards him upon taking his face off the rope. Cocheese quickly rolls out of the ring as he starts to throw chairs out from under the ring inside it. The last one however he managed to hold onto as he slid back into the ring and he managed to press it right into Venom's throat, pressing down with all of his weight as Venom began to kick his feet violently on the mat as he struggled to breathe.

Smith: Neither one of these men are holding back! They're not pulling any punches and giving out all the stops!

DIC: I love every second of this! Kill him!

Smith: Who should kill who, DIC?

DIC: I don't care!

Smith: This is looking more like a shoot fight you would see in an octagon, but without any rules!

Referee Jake Miles looks horrified as he tries to force Cocheese off of Venom, appearing to be legitimately concerned for Nikki's well being. Violently, Cocheese rips the chair off his throat, his head swiveling to Jake Miles who nearly ran as he stepped backwards into the corner. Cocheese shoves the chair right up to his chin, and while the cameras couldn't pick up or make out what he was saying whatever he said sent shivers down the referee's spine as the poor college kid nearly pissed himself in the ring. As Cocheese turned around however he was met with a taste of his own medicine as Nikki Venom managed to catch his breath just long enough to pick up one of the several chairs as he cracks his foe right in the head unprotected. Blood immediately begins to pour out of Cocheese's head as Venom began to swing at his prone foe repeatedly, shot after shot connecting to his body.

DIC: HAHAHAHA! HE DIDN'T SEE THAT COMING! AND DROPPED LIKE A SACK OF CHEESE WHEELS!

Smith: IC3's megalomania is reaching a new low with this. This is practically a bloodsport.

Venom spits on Cocheese as he throws the chair right on him.

YOU BOTH SUCK! YOU BOTH SUCK! YOU BOTH SUCK!

YOU BOTH SUCK! YOU BOTH SUCK! YOU BOTH SUCK!

YOU BOTH SUCK! YOU BOTH SUCK! YOU BOTH SUCK!

Venom violently thrusts his right arm up as he comes down with his left arm, his left hand hitting his right arm as he essentially tells the fans to go fuck themselves; blinded by his anger and the fans refusing to accept either man as their hero. Jake Miles kneels down to check on Cocheese as he starts to wave towards the back only for Miles to get mowed over by Venom violently shoving him out of the way. Venom scoops up a bloody Cocheese as he looks to go for the Mark of Yin, the implant DDT onto the collection of steel chairs but Cocheese out of instinct violently jabs his thumb right into his eye before hooking both arms and falling backwards with all of his weight to drive Venom into the chairs himself!

DIC: What an idiot. He could've went for the Takeover there! He had him hooked for it. And Nikki's even more stupid for falling for it! Sick though!

Smith: You're darn right this is sick! I don't know how much more of this I can stomach!

DIC: Oh come off it! This is ultra-violence at its best! Right right, droog?

Smith: And now you're doing the Clockwork Orange stuff. Guess you really were paying attention this week huh?

DIC: Maybe. I may hate these two, but at least they're entertaining!

Both men are writhing in pain on the mat, Cocheese driving himself onto the chairs while he planted Venom's head onto them as well. Cocheese rolls out of the rig and falls to his knees as he begins to dig under the ring again as he reveals a... tennis racket?

Smith: That's an... odd weapon.

DIC: Whatever works! SWIIIING BATTA BATTA!

Venom at this point is beginning to stir, not sure where he is as he too was now busted open, the canvas quickly becoming stained in blood. Cocheese rolls back into the ring with his weapon in hand and just before Venom knew what hit him he swung with all his might as a sickening POP is heard upon impact. Venom sees stars as the cameras flash in the arena much like a classic boxing knockout as he flops back down to the mat.

HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Cocheese slams the racket down with authority as he walks over to Venom but Venom, perhaps out of instinct or pure luck rolled to the outside of the ring.

Smith: I... should leave. This is disturbing. Whether you love or hate either of these men, watching these two try to kill each other is just sick and wrong! I've seen enough tonight. I have!

DIC: Hey! Concessions guy! Yeah, you! Give me some popcorn! An extra large bucket! No I'm not gonna pay! My Uncle owns this building! He'll pay for it and if you wanna keep your job, you'll hand it over!

Cocheese shakes his head as he checks his head, his hand covered in crimson red, he tries to shake it off as it begins to run down his face and onto his chest. Cocheese manages to pull himself together as he regains his composure and rolls to the outside. Venom meanwhile appeared to hug pretty close to the apron as if he were trying to fish for something and upon finding it hugged the object close to his chest. As Cocheese makes his way to Venom, just as he's about to rip him up off the mat Venom hits the lowest blows of all; a taser straight to the crotch.

Smith: That's shades of Cocheese from 2012 when he used a stun gun on someone.

DIC: Yeah, now the tables are turned and Venom just went full force on Cocheese's balls! Would you say that's Karma?

Smith: Yes! Yes I would!

DIC: I told you, Karma's for stupid people!

YOU STILL SUCK! YOU STILL SUCK!

Venom discards the device as Cocheese tried to hold himself up with the bottom rope, his free hand painfully grabbing his crotch. Venom roughly and haphazardly whips Cocheese into the barricade before he charged like a bull in a china shop, hitting him with a short-arm lariat to send him over the barricade.

Nikki Venom: I JUST SHOCKED COCHEESE! I JUST SHOCKED THE CHAMP! COME ON FRANKIE, CALL YOUR BOYS OUT TO SAVE YOUR ASS!

After a bit of gloating and self-posturing Venom goes to dig Cocheese out of the crowd but much to his surprise Cocheese grabbed a fan's nachos and he plants it straight in Venom's face! The open wound burns with the spices in the cheese and the peppers that were adorning the chips as a sick twisted mixture of cheese and blood pained his face in a kaleidoscope of red and orange mixing and merging together.

DIC: HAHA! I bet those habaneros don't feel good! He got a Mexican hat dance on his face last time, now he's got a Mexican dinner all over his face! I'm sure somewhere, Jorge Santos is smiling behind his mask!

Smith: This is terrible, and now that fan doesn't have the food he paid for!

DIC: Aww that hick didn't need to eat it anyway!

Venom, blinded and burning in pain he tries to wipe the cheese and blood off his face but he ends up doing more harm than good as all he ends up doing is smearing and spreading it further. This lets Cocheese gingerly climb over the barricade as he takes a fan's chair and just throws it directly into Venom's face causing him to fall over. Cocheese slides the chair into the ring before he yanks Venom up by the hair and just slams his face into the turnbuckle post before aggressively rolling him into the ring. Venom rolls just close enough to the chair in part due to Cocheese's aggression and he grabs hold of it and rams it right into his gut upon his foe returning to the ring. Venom goes for the Mark of Yin one more time after positioning the chair but Cocheese sandbags his weight, dropping down to his knees before Venom could lock in the facelock. Venom tries to lift him back up but, perhaps as payback from before it was Cocheese that connected with the low blow this time as in one fluid motion he scoops the chair up with his free hand.

Smith: Oh no... he's not gonna... No Cocheese. Don't! DON'T! I know he said a lot of stuff, but it's not worth it!

DIC: Do it, Cocheese! You're all about 'dat violence' right?! So DO IT! Do it, you THUG!

Cocheese manages to catch Venom in a vulnerable position as he positions the chair underneath Venom's chin and against his throat, violently slamming Venom forward to cause the chair to drive right into his throat for a Chair Guillotine!

Venom clutches his throat as he falls backwards, Cocheeese hooking a leg as Jake Miles goes to count the first pinfall attempt by either man.

1,

2,

3!

Gavin Grey: Here is your winner... The MSW Heavyweight Champion, Frankie Cocheese!

Smith: That Chair Guillotine... that's shades of his old tag partner, Roach!

DIC: Every. Single. Time you say 'shades' I keep thinking The Shades are gonna show up. Where has Gold and Brown been, anyway? Wasting away in a dirty bathroom like Nikki Venom was a few days ago?

Cocheese rolls out of the ring and goes towards the time keeper's section to pick up his title and a mic. He slings the title over his right shoulder and uses his left hand to bring the mic to his lips.

Frankie Cocheese: I told you, Nikki! You want it, you got it, Toyota! You're no hero to these people! I said it before and I'll say it again! There's no heroes here! No one respects you! No one's gonna save you! No one's gonna sa--

The lights cut out.

What sounds like hushed phrases spoken at once by a group of people can be heard over the PA. They're so hushed that you can't even make out what they're saying.

Smith: What's happening here?

The voices can still be heard as a crimson spotlight shines down on the center of the ring, where Nikki lay. Sister Catherine can be seen in her Nun Habit, kneeling down beside him in prayer with her hands through her silver cross necklace. A copy of The Testament of Longinus is next to Nikki's head.