Post by Jman2k3 on Jul 9, 2018 22:32:48 GMT
Joe Hoffman: Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen, to Friday Night Chaos! We are moments away from our main event of the evening, and-
Benny Newell: I’M RAMMMBBOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
Hoffman looks over at his colleague with disgust for a moment, before composing himself as Benny struggles to unscrew the cap to his Jack Daniel’s bottle.
Joe Hoffman: As you can see, folks, Benny has been drinking during the commercial break… As I was saying, we are moments away from the main event of the evening, but we still haven’t seen or heard from Lee Best-
Benny Newell: GOD!
Benny’s outburst garners another look of disdain from his broadcast partner, but Hoffman continues,
Joe Hoffman: … We were expecting an appearance from him tonight, but it doesn’t look like it’s going to happen, Benny.
Before Benny can respond, “Dirty Deeds Done Cheap” by AC/DC hits and the 2014 Wrestler of the Year, John Sektor, walks out to a mixed reaction from the crowd. He is quickly joined by his fellow HOW Tag Team Champion, Scott Stevens and they begin walking down the ramp.
Joe Hoffman: A mixed response from this Chicago crowd, Benny, probably down to the fact that John Sektor will be facing off against Mike Best at March 2 Glory.
Benny Newell: MIKE!!! I LOVE YOU MIKE!!!…………but you do know that I…
As Benny screams out his declaration for Mike Best, Silent Witness walks out onto the stage, carrying the same red bucket he was seen with earlier tonight. He begins walking down the ramp; asking the fans for “donations” as he goes.
Joe Hoffman: Oh, come on!
Benny Newell: What?!
As the LSD Legend reaches the bottom of the ramp, John Sektor and Scott Stevens look on from the ring; Sektor sporting a disapproving frown. Silent Witness hands the bucket to the timekeeper, as Sektor’s music fades out. It’s quickly replaced by the “Princes of the Universe” remix featuring Queen and Ludacris and the crowd reacts in a predominantly negative fashion, with a few cheers here and there. Project Ego make their way out onto the ramp, one after another, with Jason P. Davidson leading the way. Tara Michaels-Davidson follows closely behind, with Mike slowly following the LSD/ICON Champion, seemingly disinterested.
Joe Hoffman: It looks like Jace can’t wait to start this match, Benny.
Benny Newell: JASON! His name is fucking Jason! And he wants to fucking murder Scott Stevens – I’ll drink to that!
As the trio reach ringside and enter the ring, with Michael Lee Best looking like he has zero fucks to give about this match as he saunters towards the ring, Silent Witness claps their arrival, much to the annoyance of his team-mates. Stevens and Sektor immediately turn on him; questioning his allegiance as referee Joel Hortega begins checking both teams for foreign objects.
Joe Hoffman: Silent Witness is clapping the arrival of his opponents, Benny. I’m not sure his team-mates can trust him in this match!
Benny Newell: He’s showing appreciation to the HOW Conqueror, the Red Queen and the Wrestler of the Decade, Joe! Maybe you should show them the same respect!
As Silent Witness calms Sektor and Stevens down in one corner, JPD is adamant that he will start the match in the other. After a few moments of bickering, Mike and Tara reluctantly agree and step out onto the apron. Sektor and Stevens also step out, leaving Silent Witness in the ring with Jason P. Davidson, as Joel Hortega calls for the bell.
Joe Hoffman: Here we go, folks!
The LSD Legend and the LSD Conqueror stare at each other for a moment, before Silent Witness turns to his corner and slaps Scott Stevens hard across the chest; tagging himself out. He thumbs for Stevens to get in the ring, before stepping out onto the apron. Stevens looks at his team-mate for a second, before shaking his head and stepping in while Sektor yells at Silent Witness.
Benny Newell: Great respect there from the greatest LSD Champions of all time! Call it, Joe!
Jason P. Davidson charges at Stevens before Hoffman can say another word; catching him with a knee to the mid-section. Stevens doubles over for a brief moment, but it’s long enough to let Jason springboard off the middle rope and deliver an impressive Clothesline, sending Stevens to the mat for the first time.
Joe Hoffman: An impressive start by Jason P. Davidson; taking advantage of the distraction from Silent Witness.
Benny Newell: Distraction? He gave Stevens an opportunity to impress against the LSD/ICON Champion!
Joe Hoffman: I’m not sure Stevens and Sektor saw that the same way, Benny…
Back in the ring, both men are back on their feet as JPD whips Stevens across the ring, into the corner. Jason grabs Hortega for a moment; giving Mike and Tara an opportunity to throw a few punches and slaps into Stevens’ mid-section.
Joe Hoffman: Oh, come on! This isn’t right!
Benny Newell: Why? Nobody gives a fuck about Stevens™!
Joe Hoffman: Why the ™?
Benny Newell: Tampon Muncher, Joe… He’s the Tampon Muncher and damn proud of it!
Satisfied with his team-mates’ work, Jason heads to the corner towards Stevens, only for the big, angry Texan to charge out of the corner and drop the LSD/ICON Champion with a venomous Clothesline!
Davidson falls back hard onto the mat, but Stevens doesn’t relent: He lays into Jason with stomp after stomp, until Joel Hortega steps in to break things up. The former ICON Champion immediately heads over to his corner, tagging in his fellow Tag Team Champion, while staring at Silent Witness with disdain.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens clearly doesn’t trust Silent Witness here, and I don’t blame him.
Sektor steps into the ring, as Jason gets to his feet. Tara pleads for JPD to make the tag, but he ignores her and gets to his feet; turning his attention to John Sektor. The pair lock up and jostle for superiority for a moment, before Jason’s slight height advantage wins through and Sektor is backed up into the ropes.
Jason bounces the Gold Standard against the ropes, using the momentum to shove him across the ring. As Sektor bounces off the opposite side, Jason rushes forward to deliver a Flying Leg Lariat that sends Sektor to the mat. Davidson immediately pulls Sektor back up to a vertical base and lifts him up to deliver a powerful Spinebuster! He covers the Tag Team Champion, and Hortega drops to the mat.
Joe Hoffman: Cover by Jace!
Benny Newell: JASON!!!
Uno…
Stevens begins to step inside, but Sektor powers out before the two. Jason gets to his feet quickly, looking over towards his corner as Tara and Mike both scream at him for a tag, but he simply shakes his head and turns back to Sektor. The distraction is just long enough to let Sektor get back to his feet, however, and Jason is greeted with a boot to the mid-section that doubles him over. Sektor quickly grabs his opponent and readies him for a Vertical Suplex, but a she lifts, Jason breaks free and slides out; taking a few steps backwards towards his own corner. His backward movement puts him in just enough range for Mike Best to lean over and tag himself in, much to Jason’s disgust.
Joe Hoffman: There’s a little dissent in the Project Ego camp here, folks.
Benny Newell: MMIIIIKKKEEE!!!!
The eight-time World Champion jumps over the top rope into the ring and charges forward; stopping just short of the 2014 Wrestler of the Year and standing toe-to-toe with his March 2 Glory opponent. The crowd can feel the tension in the air and the pro-Mike and pro-Sektor fans begin to battle for chant supremacy.
Joe Hoffman: The two Hall of Famers are standing toe-to-toe… You can cut the tension with a knife…
The pair stand in the middle of the ring, trash-talking each other for a moment, with Mike Best the first to make a move: He lunges forward; looking to tie up with the Wrestler of the Year, but Sektor quickly takes a step back, drawing a chorus of boos from the expectant crowd. With an arrogant smile on his face, Sektor shakes his head and mouths “Not yet” to the Son of God, before turning to his corner and reaching for the tag from Silent Witness.
The LSD Legend has no interest, however; dropping from the apron onto the concrete floor. Sektor yells at him from inside the ring, before tagging in Scott Stevens.
Joe Hoffman: God damn it! This is nothing more than a handicap match!
Benny Newell: I think he slipped, Joe. That’s all.
Scott Stevens steps into the ring, swapping places with Sektor, and quickly charges towards Mike. The eight-time World Champion takes Stevens down with an Arm Drag, however, before chasing after the sprawling Stevens as he gets back to his feet. Mike delivers a knee to the stomach and pushes Stevens back into the ropes, only for Tara to reach over and tag herself in!
Mike stares at her in shock for a moment, allowing Scott Stevens to deliver a cheap shot to the jaw, sending Mike staggering backwards. The Tag Team Champion makes a mistake by concentrating on Best, however; stalking him for a moment and allowing Tara to jump up onto the top turnbuckle. As Stevens advances on Michael Lee Best, Tara launches herself off the top rope and catches the Texan with a brutal Missile Dropkick that sends Stevens flying across the ring and down onto the mat.
Joe Hoffman: What a move by Tara!
Benny Newell: That’s why she’s the Red Queen, Joe: She knows how to jam that fucker’s rag!
Joe Hoffman: That doesn’t make any sense, whatsoever.
Benny Newell: Like I give a fuck!
Benny pours another drink as Tara walks towards Stevens in a cold, calculating fashion. Mike yells at her for tagging herself in, before stepping out of the ring. Tara grabs Stevens by the leg; debating a Single Leg Boston Crab for a moment. Realizing that Stevens’ size and weight advantage could be too much, she opts to grab The Scorpion by his arm; locking in an Armbar!
Joe Hoffman: Armbar! Tara recognizing that Stevens may be too strong for her usual approach, so she’s using different tactics… She has definitely done her homework!
Benny Newell: She’s HOW World Champion, dickhead – of course she’s done her homework!
As Stevens grimaces and reaches for the ropes, Silent Witness walks over to the timekeeper and grabs his charity bucket.
Joe Hoffman: What the hell is this?!
Benny Newell: Charity never sleeps, Joe!
The LSD Legend walks over to the barrier, straight to Mike Best’s entourage. He begins asking for “donations” and Apostle Ryan immediately reaches grabs his wallet to throw in some change. Zack follows suit, but as the LSD Legend approaches Sidney Black, he’s greeted with a middle-finger salute.
Benny Newell: Haha!
Silent Witness stares at Sidney for a moment, before realizing that Mike’s hobos are reaching into his bucket; trying to steal the money. The LSD Legend snatches the bucket away, while back in the ring, Scott Stevens stretches his free arm as far as he can; falling just short of the ropes. Realizing he isn’t going to get there, the big Texan rolls his body over until he’s on top of Tara; bringing his knees up to his chest to give himself some leverage. With all his lower-body strength, Scott Stevens screams out as he pushes himself up to a vertical base, with Tara still clinging on to his arm! In one fluid motion, Stevens drops Tara with a very unique Spinebuster that puts them both down on the mat!
Joel Hortega begins to count, as Silent Witness barters with Apostle Luke on the outside. Luke asks for an autograph, but the LSD Legend points towards his hot dog; apparently wanting some food in return. Luke agrees; handing over his food, as the Hall of Famer signs a baseball cap for Mike’s loyal follower. John Sektor, seemingly annoyed by his team-mate’s behavior, drops down from the apron as Joel Hortega begins his count:
Uno…
Dos…
Sektor approaches the LSD Legend; grabbing him by the shoulder and spinning him around. The Wrestler of the Year can clearly be heard saying “what the fuck are you doing?!”, before pointing at Scott Stevens in the ring.
Tres…
Cuatro…
Reluctantly, Silent Witness follows Sektor back towards the ring; placing his bucket down next to the steel steps. They both step up onto the apron, as Stevens begins to move.
Cinco…
Sevens pulls himself up onto one knee, while looking over at his stricken opponent.
Seis…
Stevens stands up, as Tara rolls over onto her knees. He approaches her cautiously; positioning himself behind her as she pulls herself up to a vertical base. Stevens grabs Tara for a German Suplex, but Tara wriggles free and steps behind the Tag Champ. Stevens turns around, straight into a picture-perfect Standing Dropkick from the World Champion!
Joe Hoffman: This could be over!
Stevens drops to the mat and Tara quickly covers; looking for an opportunistic victory. Joel Hortega drops to the mat for the count:
Uno…
Sektor quickly rushes into the ring, stomping on the back of Tara’s head to force her off of Stevens. Before he has a chance to do anything else, however, Jason P. Davidson charges towards him and delivers a forearm to the back of the head, causing Sektor to stumble forward. Jason continues his assault; backing Sektor into a corner as Tara and Stevens both stagger to their feet.
Joe Hoffman: Joel Hortega is losing control of this quickly!
Stevens charges forward; looking to drop Tara with a Clothesline, only for Tara to boot him in the gut. Tara rushes the ropes; bouncing off to deliver a Scissor Kick to send Stevens tumbling to the mat once more, as Jason sends Sektor tumbling over the top rope with a Clothesline!
Joe Hoffman: Goodnight Kiss! The Goodnight Kiss!
Tara covers Stevens, as JPD slides out of the ring after Sektor.
Uno…
Mike Best steps into the ring.
Dos…
The eight-time World Champion cuts off the ring, but stops as he realizes Silent Witness isn’t moving. They share a smile, as Hortega’s hand drops one more time…
…
Tres!!!
…
Joel Hortega calls for the bell!
DING! DING! DING!
Bryan McVay: Ladies and gentlemen, here are your winners… Project… EEEEEEEEEEGOOOOOOO!!!!
Tara pulls herself off of Stevens and rises to her feet. Joel Hortega raises her arm in victory
As Project Ego all celebrate in the ring, Stevens rolls out holding his head and walking up to Sektor apologetically. Sektor calmly smiles and pats his partner reassuringly on the shoulder, nodding towards the entrance ramp. Everyone in the arena, including Stevens and Project Ego, turn their attention to that direction as the EPU begin to march out. Silent Witness passes them by and throws up his hands in surrender as one of the EPU members orders him to head backstage.
Joe Hoffman: What are the Elite Protection Unit doing here?
Benny Newell: Well I’m going to quote YOU and state the fucking obvious..’I guess we’re about to find out.’
Everyone watches with keen interest and confusion as the EPU march in formation down the ramp, surrounding the ring, which only serves to unsettle the three members of Project Ego. Mike can be seen warning his two partners, and all three of them form a fighting stance as though expecting an attack. One of the members of the EPU march over to the commentating area.
Joe Hoffman: Now what are they coming over here for …
SHKRRRRRRR!!
The lone EPU member rips off both Hoffman and Newell’s headsets, silencing them from commentary whilst the rest of the Unit hold their shields up in formation, creating a barrier between Project Ego and Sektor and Stevens. The fans buzz with confusion as they watch all this go down, whilst the Gold Standard smugly takes hold of a microphone in his hand.
John Sektor: Well, I guess congratulations are in order, to a team who definitely know how to play the numbers game.
Sektor chuckles, not seeming to be angered by the loss. Stevens is also now looking more relaxed and happy about the situation.
John Sektor: Yes, the numbers game..but we’ll get back to that in a bit. Right now, I want to talk to YOU Michael.
The camera zooms in on Mike’s face, which is glaring right at Sektor.
John Sektor: What a lovely celebration you had earlier tonight, Michael. Had that, SPECIAL feel about it. I mean you have all your friends here that you’ve collected over the years..
He says, gesturing to the front row at ringside.
John Sektor: You’ve got some nice friends, Mike. I’d like to get to know them better.
The Gold Standard turns around and heads toward the barricade to get a good look at all Mike’s friends in the front row. He starts at the far corner where all the Hobo’s are stood and in the ring Mike’s eyes bulge as he sees another line of EPU guards standing up behind all his friends in the crowd.
John Sektor: Well I’m not sure about this, Mike? Hobo’s at a Hall of Fame celebration? I mean, Stevens and I hate fucking Hobo’s now, right buddy?
Stevens nods with a sinister smirk on his face.
John Sektor: Hm, friends or not…I think we should lose them, don’t you think?
With that, the EPU guards stood behind the Hobo’s begin pummeling them with nightsticks, literally splitting their heads open and causing them to fall down to the ground where the cameras can no longer see them. All you can see are black, baton yielding, arms flying up and down as they viciously assault the hobo’s.
Mike is pacing up and down on the spot in the ring, clearly already enraged but Jace and Tara keep a-hold of him, doing their upmost to keep him calm.
John Sektor: That’s better. Now let’s meet some REAL people…
Sektor moves up the line towards some of Mike’s closest friends.
John Sektor: Please, state your name for the camera..
He holds up the microphone to the first person he comes to.
“Erm..Doug”
“ZacK.”
“Matthew.”
“M-Mark.”
“Samuel.”
“Luke..”
John Sektor: AHHHHH yes! The apostles..Mike’s loyal followers over the years. The men who he so often leans so heavily upon..
Sektor smiles but then nods at Stevens and the lone EPU guard, who drag the six men over the barricade and begin viciously attacking. Sektor joins in, grabbing Apostle Zack by the head and smashing it against the ring post, before stomping away on his jaw until blood and teeth are pouring out of his mouth. Stevens repeatedly smashes Marks head against the steel steps whilst the EPU guard is smashing the skulls of the rest of the apostles with his baton like Bruce Lee with a set a numb chucks.
In the ring all three members of Project Ego try to get out of the ring to help but the EPU just keep pushing them back with their shields. Mike eventually pulls at his hair in frustration, his face beaming red with anger and his eyes glazed.
The six men lie motionless outside the ring and Mike can’t see the damage because of the barricade of EPU. But it’s bad. All six men are bleeding heavily and not moving as Sektor just leans against the barrier, chewing his lip and pretending to look concerned.
John Sektor: Shit! What have we done? We’ve really fucking hurt these guys! Is there…a Doctor in the house?
As he says this, he turns back around slowly to Mike’s other friends in the front row, smirking from ear to ear.
John Sektor: Or, perhaps two?
Sektor licks his lips at Doctor Tara Cherry and Doctor Abigail Penner, who Stevens and the EPU guard both grab by their hair and drag over the guard rail. Both men hold the screaming women up in front of Sektor, who walks towards them seductively, turning to look up at Mike who is now going ape shit. He looks at the first Doctor who Stevens is holding with narrowed eyes.
John Sektor: Who do we have here? Ah yes, Doctor Abigail Penner..The slut who authorised Mike’s cast. You know? When he turned MY fucking World title into a fucking CAST and wore it on his ARM?
Sektor then proceeds to use the sharp part of the microphone he’s holding to repeatedly bludgeon into the forehead of Doctor Abigail, hitting her so many times and with such force that blood squirts out of her head and she falls limp in Stevens’ arms. He eventually stops and Stevens lets go, leaving her to flop lifelessly on the floor.
Whilst Mike is going crazy in the ring, Sektor sets his sights on Doctor Tara Cherry, who’s eyes are streaming with tears.
John Sektor: Mmm. Michaels first wife. The lovely Tara Cherry…
Sektor forces his hand up her skirt, viciously grabbing her down below and thrusting his hand around, probably FINGER BANGING her, causing high pitched squeals and shrieks to echo around ringside. He then pulls his hand away and brings his fingers up to his nose, taking a long hard sniff.
John Sektor: AHHHHHHHHHH!!! Well Mike, she doesn’t smell like cherry’s..
Sektor laughs looking up at Mike who is practically foaming at the mouth by this point.
John Sektor: But she still smells pretty fucking good, hahahaha!
He then lunges at her, shoving his tongue down her throat before pulling away, kissing his Hall of Fame ring and nailing her across the jaw with a right hook.
He steps back for a second, laughing at all the carnage he has already caused.
John Sektor: Damn.. that sexual assault my land me in some hot water, huh folks?
The crowd by this point are screaming abuse down at him.
John Sektor: I better get myself a good attorney..
That was all he needed to say for Stevens and the EPU guard to drag attorney, Jack W. Addler over the barricade and begin beating the shit out of. After plenty of kicks and punches to the head, they hold him up for Sektor to walk over to, side step and land a perfectly aimed superkick under his jaw.
John Sektor: Okay lets get on with this..
As he says this the EPU guards in the audience all begin assaulting the black robed ‘Cult of Christplow’ followers and all the rest of Mike’s friends, leaving only one man left standing in the crowd. In the ring Mike is a wreck, looking so angered but at the same time helpless as with every attempt he makes to get out of the ring, the EPU push him back in.
John Sektor: Hmm, I feel like I’m forgetting a couple of people..
He scans his eyes slowly across the now empty front row, until he finally lands on Apostle Ryan. He slaps his own forehead in a ‘duh’ moment and begins laughing.
John Sektor: Oh my GOD! Oops, sorry, blasphemy..but how could I forget YOU! Apostle..fucking..RYAN! The Apostle that ‘ChristPlow’ loves..GET OVER HERE HOMIE!
No force from the EPU, and no abrupt entrance from Stevens or the lone guard. Sektor simply waits for Ryan to make his own way over the barricade.
John Sektor: Come on, don’t be scared..at this point you’re better just going with it, trust me..
Ryan nervously climbs over the barricade after a couple of prods in the back from the EPU. Sektor waltzes over to Apostle Ryan, throwing an arm around his neck and pulling him in closely.
John Sektor: Now Ryan, you’re Mike’s oldest and closest friend, right?
He holds the microphone up for Ryan to talk.
Apostle Ryan: Uhm…yeah?
John Sektor: So, with a big match coming up against Mike at March to Glory..it would probably be a good idea for me to cut you a deal right here and now? You know, get some dirt on the guy I’m about to face? I mean, you don’t want to end up like the rest of these poor bastards, do you?
Ryan’s bottom lip trembles..caught in a battle of loyalty and fear. Sektor just rolls his eyes.
John Sektor: Ah, I’m just fucking with you..BOYS!
Mike’s screams can be heard from inside the ring as Stevens and the EPU guard begin to Work Apostle Ryan over. The crowd groan with discomfort as they literally beat him from both sides of his head and body. As Ryan falls limp, Stevens and the guard hold him up by either arm as though he’s been crucified.
John Sektor: See Mike, these are MY Apostles…and I’ve chosen them wisely. You already know Stevens..
Stevens turns his head and smirks up at the irate Hall of Famer in the ring, enjoying getting one over on him whilst Sektor approaches the EPU guard. He places his hands on either side of his riot helmet and pulls it off. The crowd gasp as they see who it is…
RYAN MCKENNA!
John Sektor: This is MY Apostle RYAN!
McKenna smiles proudly as Sektor announces his name.
John Sektor: These are two men who I have purposely chosen, not because they have over inflated egos and their tongues up my ass! But because like me they have the conditioning, will power, heart and souls of PURE WRESTLERS! And like me they are THOROUGHBREDS to the very core!
Mike doesn’t seem interested in what he is saying any more, as he just stares down at Apostle Ryan with a solemn and deflated expression.
John Sektor: Before we go..there IS one more person I want to pay homage to.
With that he heads towards the barricade, where one of the EPU guards reaches down to the floor and pics up…the head of Gay Mike Best, back in the glass case.
Sektor takes the glass case and holds it up, taking a good hard look at it.
John Sektor: Gay Mike Best….the brother of GOD..what can I say? I mean, he may have been an asshole..he may have been gay..and he may be DEAD!
Sektor turns and looks up at Mike in the ring.
John Sektor: But I still respect him more than I EVER will YOU!
He spat these words like venom, chuckling afterward like a crazed mad man.
John Sektor: And even in his dead and decapitated state..he still has his uses..
SMASH!!!
The crowd gasp in shock and Mike falls to his knees in the ring as he watches Sektor break the glass case over Apostle Ryan’s head. The glass shards have torn into the Apostles face good and proper as Sektor bends down and picks up the head of Gay Mike Best. He, along with Stevens and Mckenna head to the barricade where Sektor climbs up so that he can get a good look at Mike in the ring. The two Hall of Famers glare at one another before Sektor smiles and slowly raises the decapitated head of Mike Best..
And THAT..is where the show ends.
The cameras cut to the parking lot of the Best Arena where HOW superstar –if you can even call her that– can be seen leaving the arena. Kirsta has her cell phone placed up against her ear and she’s rolling her luggage behind her as she begins heading towards her car.
Kirsta Lewis: Yeah I’m heading out of the Best Arena right now. I don’t know why I even bothered but now that I have that out of the way I can head directly over to Las Vegas and sink my teeth into … [censored]
We here at High Octane Wrestling refuse to promote Fisher Price PPV’s.
Kirsta Lewis: I’m going to head straight to the airport and never look back. I’ll call you when I land and we’ll meet up before my match.
Kirsta says her goodbyes and hangs up the call before sliding her cell phone back into the pocket of her jeans. She continues walking until she reaches her rental car. Kirsta digs into her pocket for her keys to unlock the vehicle. She finally opens the back door of the vehicle and begins to put her luggage into the back when the door is suddenly slammed shut. Kirsta looks up startled to see the current HOW LSD & ICON Champion Jason P. Davidson standing in front of her.
Kirsta Lewis: What the fuck do you want?
Jason P. Davidson: Is that any way to talk to the person that’s made you exactly who you are today?
Kirsta Lewis: I’m not in the mood right now so if you want to fight go and find your wife or someone else. I got more important things to do other than deal with you at the moment.
Jason P. Davidson: Yeah like run off to that other place for your little PPV match, right?
Kirsta Lewis: That’s none of your business.
Jason shakes his head and walks over towards Kirsta who puts her hands up ready for a fight but Jason just stands his ground.
Jason P. Davidson: It’s going to make a lot of people angry that you’re ditching us like this.
Kirsta Lewis: I’m not ditching anyone, I’m still going to be here in HOW.
Jason P. Davidson: Just like you were tonight, right?
Kirsta Lewis: What does it matter to you? Ever since ICONIC you’ve been more than willing to chase me away at any cost!
Jason takes a deep breath and lets out a heavy sigh.
Jason P. Davidson: I’ll be the first to admit I got out of hand and I took things too far. I know we have a lot of bitter emotions and history between us but I want the chance to bury the hatchet. I don’t want to hold a grudge against you forever Kirsta. We used to be friends, we used to be partners, and most importantly we used to be lovers. Believe it or not that actually means something to me.
Kirsta Lewis: Why should I believe you?
Jason P. Davidson: That’s because I have nothing to gain from lying. The damage has already been done and now you’re moving onto somewhere else. I just want to put it behind us and try to at least remain friends outside of the ring. It’s why I’m here because I want to be the first to wish you the best of luck in that other place and hope that you’ll have gold around your waist there very soon.
Jason opens his arms out wide and cocks his head over at Kirsta.
Jason P. Davidson: Hug for old times sake?
Kirsta stares at Jason but eventually her expression softens and she steps forward and embraces Jason. The current HOW LSD & ICON Champion completely wraps his arms around Kirsta taking a long deep inhale of her scent close to him as he reaches down and grabs a healthy handful of her ass.
Jason P. Davidson: Goddamn I’m going to miss that ass.
Before Kirsta can comment or move his hand away Jason turns and shove Krista head first through the driver’s side door of the vehicle. Glass shatters all over the place as Kirsta’s body goes limp. Jason shakes his head as he pulls Kirsta by the hair away from where the window used to be.
Jason P. Davidson: You stupid fucking cunt!
Jason tosses the mess that is Kirsta against the car before opening the drivers side door. Jason leans Kirsta against the door before backing away from her.
Jason P. Davidson: All you had to do was stay away! All you had to do was leave after ICONIC and never come back!
Jason charges forward and hits Kirsta with a spear so hard that it completely takes the drivers side door off the hinges of the vehicle. The car door and Kirsta collapse to the concrete a broken mess as Jason pulls himself back up to his feet.
Jason P. Davidson: Instead you whore yourself out to every single federation there while making bullshit promises that you bleed 97red through and through. That you’ll show up for your matches and nothing will stop you from being an active member of the HOW roster.
Jason drags Kirsta up by the hair and tosses her up onto the hood of the car. Jason climbs up after her before pulling her up to her feet and shoving her head between his legs. Jason gets Kirsta into position before flipping forward and hitting Kirsta with a flipping spike piledriver off the hood of the car onto the concrete below. Jason rolls around on the concrete in pain but it’s far less than Kirsta whose neck is obviously broken and shattered into pieces.
Jason P. Davidson: Did you honestly think I was going to let you waltz back into my home? Into my federation and drag down my ratings? To take money out of my pocket while offering your services to any jackass that thinks himself a promoter?! Did you think I would let you Timothy Hunt High Octane Wrestling and get away with it?!
Jason begins crawling his way over until he pulls himself up and into the drivers side of Kirsta’s vehicle. After hot wiring the car Jason revs the engine and grabs a hold of the wheel.
Jason P. Davidson: I told you never come back and you didn’t listen. So this is goodbye Kirsta Lewis. Goodbye to the so called wrestler that was only good at giving blowjobs but even screwed that up. Goodbye to the miserable exist you call life, bitch.
Jason slams his foot down on the accelerator and speeds the vehicle towards Kirsta’s fallen and broken body. There is a visual bounce from the car and Jason on the inside as he runs over Kirsta’s body at 40 mph. Jason slams his foot on the brake and rests his head back against the headrest on the seat.
Jason P. Davidson: No one disrespects HOW and gets away with it but if you wanna go to that other place so badly. I’ll ship you there myself in pieces.
Jason turns his head over his shoulder and shifts the car into reverse before running over what is left of Kirsta’s body for a second time. Before shifting back into drive again and you guess it. Running over Kirsta’s body for a third time. Satisfied with his handywork Jason walks over and kneels down over what used to be Kirsta Lewis.
Jason P. Davidson: Damn girl you look… tired.
Jason chuckles to himself before turning around and walking out of the crime scene that is now the Best Arena parking lot.
We cut to a darkened room where the only light illuminating the room is coming for a small monitor that appears to be on a desk.
Thru the darkness we see a hand reach out and turn the monitor off. A few seconds later the lights come on and we see our setting.
The Creator, Lee Best, sitting at his desk staring at two hooded men who are sitting across from him on the other side of his desk. Standing firm behind the men are several men from the EPU unit.
As the camera moves to get directly in front of Lee we see that the men in the chairs are not only hooded but also tied to the chairs. Their muffled voices indicate that they are gagged as well.
Lee Best: NOW that was a proper send off for a quitter…..rape. Yes I hash tagged it and made it real if you two are wondering.
Lee smirks as he knows the two individuals have no way to answer him.
Lee Best: You see last week I saw the predictable early squashes go down and then a whole lot of mediocre bullshit….and the ratings revealed that. So what am I supposed to do as the owner of this company? Sit back and let another week of that shit to make the air? Fuck no…..what you saw tonight was a proper High Octane Wrestling show……..emphasis on show.
Lee stands up and walks to the front of his desk and sits on top of it….literally inches away from the two men.
Lee Best: You see to me this company has and always will be NOT for everyone. I can add all the bells and whistles I can to make us as legit of a company as possible….Jock Taxes…..new payroll system…..but what makes HOW successful….what makes HOW a must see show each and every week is that fuck that we do not give a fuck. I know that is partly my fault. I have been preaching positivity ever since my Son and his PocketHolder Jace decided to hijack the company and lead a roster revolt…..you know…they had me on eggshells and I faded into the darkness to be the mastermind behind the scenes. Well when we have the LOWEST FUCKING RATED SHOW IN THREE YEARS I THINK A CHANGE IS A COMING…
Lee slams his hand down on his desk in frustration as he stands back up and walks over to one of the EPU guards and grabs a Taser gun from the man. He promptly walks back to the front of his desk and instead of sitting on it he leans against it as he literally is now in between the two hooked people.
Lee can be seen stroking the Taser as he continues.
Lee Best: You see my Son can celebrate getting into the Hall of Fame and his PocketHolder can start campaigning to get into the Hall of Fame next year but that will not happen. I don’t give a fuck if PocketHolder keeps the fucking ICON and LSD Titles all fucking year….he has not earned the right to even be nominated next year. You asking me why?
Lee just nods at the muffled sounds coming from one of the individuals.
Lee Best: You see to me Jace was in the exact same spot for years that Mike’s favorite hate target David Black is. I mean Jace started hot…did nothing extra for the company….faded into the background for the most part….and all of a sudden he starts holding Michael’s pocket and NOW he is a Hall of Famer? Shut the fuck up.
With that Lee randomly Tasers the person on his right and a man’s scream can be heard thru the hood.
Lee Best: Now get me wrong…….I like when Jace is in rape mode…..what he did to Kirsta was great…….but I swear if I see any more mentions of him campaigning for the Hall of Fame I will NOT put him on the fucking ballot…….you guys seem to forget……ME AND ME ALONE set who the Hall of Famers vote on…….so Jace…..watch it. You need to unmounts from that Michael Best bred horse you are on and get back to what you do best…..winning matches and being known for that….instead of being Michaels boy toy….just some career advice for my fellow owners of the business.
With that Lee Tasers the same man again and once again the man screams out in pain.
Lee Best: Owners of the business. Rhys Townsend, Scottywood, Michael Best, Jace and Tara Davidson, and of course Max Kael. Owners of the business….literally. Are ALL their actions based on what is best for the company as a whole or are they all literally just hoping to help themselves and their PocketHolders? Time will truly tell……but there is one spot left. One more 7% share to give out…..and one more person that I am praying will help High Octane Wrestling continue on when I am gone…and not just move everyone over to the United Toughness Alliance Company.
With a mention of the UTA, Lee tasers the same man again….this time holding a little bit longer.
Lee Best: Man that shit still pisses me the fuck off. There is nothing worse than to have those closest to you stab you in the fucking back……but you know what……I would do the same if it was what I thought was best for the company……which brings me to why you two are here.
Lee tosses the Taser to the EPU guard who snatches it and quickly goes back into position.
Lee Best: What is best for this company right now is NOT having my title…….the LSD Championship….relegated to playing bitch to the ICON. The roster is different, the company is in a different place than it was when I made that decision and that is why it is time I rectify that situation.
The sounds of muffled opposition (?) can be heard coming from the man Lee tasered.
Lee Best: Well I have no idea what you are saying with that dick in your mouth but what I do know is that the LSD has a long and storied history. From Chico, to Silent Witness, to David Black and Scottywood…….to the awesome upset of Dawn McGill defeating Tim Shipley…these are all moments related to the Lee’s Superstar Division title……the LSD Championship. I miss that. I also think the fans miss it.
Lee motions for the cameraman to position himself behind Lee so that he can focus in on the two hooded people. Lee moves off behind the two chairs and stares into the camera.
Lee Best: Farthington versus Jace was a good idea a month ago and who knows maybe that will still steal the show…….but that will no longer be for the LSD and ICON Championships….no no no. That is now officially an ICON Championship match. Why? One because I fucking said so…..but also because you two will be wrestling at March to Glory for the right to secure the LSD Championship and put it around your waists.
Smiling, Lee puts a hand on the shoulder of each person.
Lee Best: But if that was not enough motivation for you two……..you will also be wrestling for 7% of the company……that’s right……..one of you two will be an owner of this company come March 11th and will have a earned a shot at the LSD Championship……you are fucking welcome.
With that Lee lifts one of the hoods off, the person that escaped the tasering, and we see a former LSD Champion…..
Lee Best: David fucking Black. A man that still has the longest LSD reign during the modern era at 189 FUCKING DAYS!! A man that defended the title eight fucking times during one reign and a man has never been a locker room cancer………a future Hall of Famer….and someone that has earned the right to compete for a chance to own a stake in the company that he has wrestled for more times than anyone else in the HISTORY OF HIGH OCTANE WRESTLING!!!
Black, still gagged, is showing his excitement thru his eyes as we see Lee position himself behind the man that has was on the receiving end of the Taser.
Lee Best: And now for his opponent. A man that I already talked about and a man that quite frankly needs to only know one thing……..
Lee leans over and whispers something into the man’s ear and the camera is unable to pick up what the God of HOW said.
Finished, Lee snatches the hood off the man and we finally see his identity and the opponent for David Black at March to Glory.
Silent Witness.
His eyes do not show excitement however.
Whatever Lee just whispered into his ear only brought forward one emotion it seems.
Fear.
Lee Best: March to Glory. Silent Witness vs. David Black for 7% stake in the company and a shot at the LSD Championship.
With that Lee turns and leaves the room and we get a final image of the two men still gagged and tied to their chairs…..both showing two totally different reactions to what just happened.
Benny Newell: I’M RAMMMBBOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
Hoffman looks over at his colleague with disgust for a moment, before composing himself as Benny struggles to unscrew the cap to his Jack Daniel’s bottle.
Joe Hoffman: As you can see, folks, Benny has been drinking during the commercial break… As I was saying, we are moments away from the main event of the evening, but we still haven’t seen or heard from Lee Best-
Benny Newell: GOD!
Benny’s outburst garners another look of disdain from his broadcast partner, but Hoffman continues,
Joe Hoffman: … We were expecting an appearance from him tonight, but it doesn’t look like it’s going to happen, Benny.
Before Benny can respond, “Dirty Deeds Done Cheap” by AC/DC hits and the 2014 Wrestler of the Year, John Sektor, walks out to a mixed reaction from the crowd. He is quickly joined by his fellow HOW Tag Team Champion, Scott Stevens and they begin walking down the ramp.
Joe Hoffman: A mixed response from this Chicago crowd, Benny, probably down to the fact that John Sektor will be facing off against Mike Best at March 2 Glory.
Benny Newell: MIKE!!! I LOVE YOU MIKE!!!…………but you do know that I…
As Benny screams out his declaration for Mike Best, Silent Witness walks out onto the stage, carrying the same red bucket he was seen with earlier tonight. He begins walking down the ramp; asking the fans for “donations” as he goes.
Joe Hoffman: Oh, come on!
Benny Newell: What?!
As the LSD Legend reaches the bottom of the ramp, John Sektor and Scott Stevens look on from the ring; Sektor sporting a disapproving frown. Silent Witness hands the bucket to the timekeeper, as Sektor’s music fades out. It’s quickly replaced by the “Princes of the Universe” remix featuring Queen and Ludacris and the crowd reacts in a predominantly negative fashion, with a few cheers here and there. Project Ego make their way out onto the ramp, one after another, with Jason P. Davidson leading the way. Tara Michaels-Davidson follows closely behind, with Mike slowly following the LSD/ICON Champion, seemingly disinterested.
Joe Hoffman: It looks like Jace can’t wait to start this match, Benny.
Benny Newell: JASON! His name is fucking Jason! And he wants to fucking murder Scott Stevens – I’ll drink to that!
As the trio reach ringside and enter the ring, with Michael Lee Best looking like he has zero fucks to give about this match as he saunters towards the ring, Silent Witness claps their arrival, much to the annoyance of his team-mates. Stevens and Sektor immediately turn on him; questioning his allegiance as referee Joel Hortega begins checking both teams for foreign objects.
Joe Hoffman: Silent Witness is clapping the arrival of his opponents, Benny. I’m not sure his team-mates can trust him in this match!
Benny Newell: He’s showing appreciation to the HOW Conqueror, the Red Queen and the Wrestler of the Decade, Joe! Maybe you should show them the same respect!
As Silent Witness calms Sektor and Stevens down in one corner, JPD is adamant that he will start the match in the other. After a few moments of bickering, Mike and Tara reluctantly agree and step out onto the apron. Sektor and Stevens also step out, leaving Silent Witness in the ring with Jason P. Davidson, as Joel Hortega calls for the bell.
Joe Hoffman: Here we go, folks!
The LSD Legend and the LSD Conqueror stare at each other for a moment, before Silent Witness turns to his corner and slaps Scott Stevens hard across the chest; tagging himself out. He thumbs for Stevens to get in the ring, before stepping out onto the apron. Stevens looks at his team-mate for a second, before shaking his head and stepping in while Sektor yells at Silent Witness.
Benny Newell: Great respect there from the greatest LSD Champions of all time! Call it, Joe!
Jason P. Davidson charges at Stevens before Hoffman can say another word; catching him with a knee to the mid-section. Stevens doubles over for a brief moment, but it’s long enough to let Jason springboard off the middle rope and deliver an impressive Clothesline, sending Stevens to the mat for the first time.
Joe Hoffman: An impressive start by Jason P. Davidson; taking advantage of the distraction from Silent Witness.
Benny Newell: Distraction? He gave Stevens an opportunity to impress against the LSD/ICON Champion!
Joe Hoffman: I’m not sure Stevens and Sektor saw that the same way, Benny…
Back in the ring, both men are back on their feet as JPD whips Stevens across the ring, into the corner. Jason grabs Hortega for a moment; giving Mike and Tara an opportunity to throw a few punches and slaps into Stevens’ mid-section.
Joe Hoffman: Oh, come on! This isn’t right!
Benny Newell: Why? Nobody gives a fuck about Stevens™!
Joe Hoffman: Why the ™?
Benny Newell: Tampon Muncher, Joe… He’s the Tampon Muncher and damn proud of it!
Satisfied with his team-mates’ work, Jason heads to the corner towards Stevens, only for the big, angry Texan to charge out of the corner and drop the LSD/ICON Champion with a venomous Clothesline!
Davidson falls back hard onto the mat, but Stevens doesn’t relent: He lays into Jason with stomp after stomp, until Joel Hortega steps in to break things up. The former ICON Champion immediately heads over to his corner, tagging in his fellow Tag Team Champion, while staring at Silent Witness with disdain.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens clearly doesn’t trust Silent Witness here, and I don’t blame him.
Sektor steps into the ring, as Jason gets to his feet. Tara pleads for JPD to make the tag, but he ignores her and gets to his feet; turning his attention to John Sektor. The pair lock up and jostle for superiority for a moment, before Jason’s slight height advantage wins through and Sektor is backed up into the ropes.
Jason bounces the Gold Standard against the ropes, using the momentum to shove him across the ring. As Sektor bounces off the opposite side, Jason rushes forward to deliver a Flying Leg Lariat that sends Sektor to the mat. Davidson immediately pulls Sektor back up to a vertical base and lifts him up to deliver a powerful Spinebuster! He covers the Tag Team Champion, and Hortega drops to the mat.
Joe Hoffman: Cover by Jace!
Benny Newell: JASON!!!
Uno…
Stevens begins to step inside, but Sektor powers out before the two. Jason gets to his feet quickly, looking over towards his corner as Tara and Mike both scream at him for a tag, but he simply shakes his head and turns back to Sektor. The distraction is just long enough to let Sektor get back to his feet, however, and Jason is greeted with a boot to the mid-section that doubles him over. Sektor quickly grabs his opponent and readies him for a Vertical Suplex, but a she lifts, Jason breaks free and slides out; taking a few steps backwards towards his own corner. His backward movement puts him in just enough range for Mike Best to lean over and tag himself in, much to Jason’s disgust.
Joe Hoffman: There’s a little dissent in the Project Ego camp here, folks.
Benny Newell: MMIIIIKKKEEE!!!!
The eight-time World Champion jumps over the top rope into the ring and charges forward; stopping just short of the 2014 Wrestler of the Year and standing toe-to-toe with his March 2 Glory opponent. The crowd can feel the tension in the air and the pro-Mike and pro-Sektor fans begin to battle for chant supremacy.
Joe Hoffman: The two Hall of Famers are standing toe-to-toe… You can cut the tension with a knife…
The pair stand in the middle of the ring, trash-talking each other for a moment, with Mike Best the first to make a move: He lunges forward; looking to tie up with the Wrestler of the Year, but Sektor quickly takes a step back, drawing a chorus of boos from the expectant crowd. With an arrogant smile on his face, Sektor shakes his head and mouths “Not yet” to the Son of God, before turning to his corner and reaching for the tag from Silent Witness.
The LSD Legend has no interest, however; dropping from the apron onto the concrete floor. Sektor yells at him from inside the ring, before tagging in Scott Stevens.
Joe Hoffman: God damn it! This is nothing more than a handicap match!
Benny Newell: I think he slipped, Joe. That’s all.
Scott Stevens steps into the ring, swapping places with Sektor, and quickly charges towards Mike. The eight-time World Champion takes Stevens down with an Arm Drag, however, before chasing after the sprawling Stevens as he gets back to his feet. Mike delivers a knee to the stomach and pushes Stevens back into the ropes, only for Tara to reach over and tag herself in!
Mike stares at her in shock for a moment, allowing Scott Stevens to deliver a cheap shot to the jaw, sending Mike staggering backwards. The Tag Team Champion makes a mistake by concentrating on Best, however; stalking him for a moment and allowing Tara to jump up onto the top turnbuckle. As Stevens advances on Michael Lee Best, Tara launches herself off the top rope and catches the Texan with a brutal Missile Dropkick that sends Stevens flying across the ring and down onto the mat.
Joe Hoffman: What a move by Tara!
Benny Newell: That’s why she’s the Red Queen, Joe: She knows how to jam that fucker’s rag!
Joe Hoffman: That doesn’t make any sense, whatsoever.
Benny Newell: Like I give a fuck!
Benny pours another drink as Tara walks towards Stevens in a cold, calculating fashion. Mike yells at her for tagging herself in, before stepping out of the ring. Tara grabs Stevens by the leg; debating a Single Leg Boston Crab for a moment. Realizing that Stevens’ size and weight advantage could be too much, she opts to grab The Scorpion by his arm; locking in an Armbar!
Joe Hoffman: Armbar! Tara recognizing that Stevens may be too strong for her usual approach, so she’s using different tactics… She has definitely done her homework!
Benny Newell: She’s HOW World Champion, dickhead – of course she’s done her homework!
As Stevens grimaces and reaches for the ropes, Silent Witness walks over to the timekeeper and grabs his charity bucket.
Joe Hoffman: What the hell is this?!
Benny Newell: Charity never sleeps, Joe!
The LSD Legend walks over to the barrier, straight to Mike Best’s entourage. He begins asking for “donations” and Apostle Ryan immediately reaches grabs his wallet to throw in some change. Zack follows suit, but as the LSD Legend approaches Sidney Black, he’s greeted with a middle-finger salute.
Benny Newell: Haha!
Silent Witness stares at Sidney for a moment, before realizing that Mike’s hobos are reaching into his bucket; trying to steal the money. The LSD Legend snatches the bucket away, while back in the ring, Scott Stevens stretches his free arm as far as he can; falling just short of the ropes. Realizing he isn’t going to get there, the big Texan rolls his body over until he’s on top of Tara; bringing his knees up to his chest to give himself some leverage. With all his lower-body strength, Scott Stevens screams out as he pushes himself up to a vertical base, with Tara still clinging on to his arm! In one fluid motion, Stevens drops Tara with a very unique Spinebuster that puts them both down on the mat!
Joel Hortega begins to count, as Silent Witness barters with Apostle Luke on the outside. Luke asks for an autograph, but the LSD Legend points towards his hot dog; apparently wanting some food in return. Luke agrees; handing over his food, as the Hall of Famer signs a baseball cap for Mike’s loyal follower. John Sektor, seemingly annoyed by his team-mate’s behavior, drops down from the apron as Joel Hortega begins his count:
Uno…
Dos…
Sektor approaches the LSD Legend; grabbing him by the shoulder and spinning him around. The Wrestler of the Year can clearly be heard saying “what the fuck are you doing?!”, before pointing at Scott Stevens in the ring.
Tres…
Cuatro…
Reluctantly, Silent Witness follows Sektor back towards the ring; placing his bucket down next to the steel steps. They both step up onto the apron, as Stevens begins to move.
Cinco…
Sevens pulls himself up onto one knee, while looking over at his stricken opponent.
Seis…
Stevens stands up, as Tara rolls over onto her knees. He approaches her cautiously; positioning himself behind her as she pulls herself up to a vertical base. Stevens grabs Tara for a German Suplex, but Tara wriggles free and steps behind the Tag Champ. Stevens turns around, straight into a picture-perfect Standing Dropkick from the World Champion!
Joe Hoffman: This could be over!
Stevens drops to the mat and Tara quickly covers; looking for an opportunistic victory. Joel Hortega drops to the mat for the count:
Uno…
Sektor quickly rushes into the ring, stomping on the back of Tara’s head to force her off of Stevens. Before he has a chance to do anything else, however, Jason P. Davidson charges towards him and delivers a forearm to the back of the head, causing Sektor to stumble forward. Jason continues his assault; backing Sektor into a corner as Tara and Stevens both stagger to their feet.
Joe Hoffman: Joel Hortega is losing control of this quickly!
Stevens charges forward; looking to drop Tara with a Clothesline, only for Tara to boot him in the gut. Tara rushes the ropes; bouncing off to deliver a Scissor Kick to send Stevens tumbling to the mat once more, as Jason sends Sektor tumbling over the top rope with a Clothesline!
Joe Hoffman: Goodnight Kiss! The Goodnight Kiss!
Tara covers Stevens, as JPD slides out of the ring after Sektor.
Uno…
Mike Best steps into the ring.
Dos…
The eight-time World Champion cuts off the ring, but stops as he realizes Silent Witness isn’t moving. They share a smile, as Hortega’s hand drops one more time…
…
Tres!!!
…
Joel Hortega calls for the bell!
DING! DING! DING!
Bryan McVay: Ladies and gentlemen, here are your winners… Project… EEEEEEEEEEGOOOOOOO!!!!
Tara pulls herself off of Stevens and rises to her feet. Joel Hortega raises her arm in victory
As Project Ego all celebrate in the ring, Stevens rolls out holding his head and walking up to Sektor apologetically. Sektor calmly smiles and pats his partner reassuringly on the shoulder, nodding towards the entrance ramp. Everyone in the arena, including Stevens and Project Ego, turn their attention to that direction as the EPU begin to march out. Silent Witness passes them by and throws up his hands in surrender as one of the EPU members orders him to head backstage.
Joe Hoffman: What are the Elite Protection Unit doing here?
Benny Newell: Well I’m going to quote YOU and state the fucking obvious..’I guess we’re about to find out.’
Everyone watches with keen interest and confusion as the EPU march in formation down the ramp, surrounding the ring, which only serves to unsettle the three members of Project Ego. Mike can be seen warning his two partners, and all three of them form a fighting stance as though expecting an attack. One of the members of the EPU march over to the commentating area.
Joe Hoffman: Now what are they coming over here for …
SHKRRRRRRR!!
The lone EPU member rips off both Hoffman and Newell’s headsets, silencing them from commentary whilst the rest of the Unit hold their shields up in formation, creating a barrier between Project Ego and Sektor and Stevens. The fans buzz with confusion as they watch all this go down, whilst the Gold Standard smugly takes hold of a microphone in his hand.
John Sektor: Well, I guess congratulations are in order, to a team who definitely know how to play the numbers game.
Sektor chuckles, not seeming to be angered by the loss. Stevens is also now looking more relaxed and happy about the situation.
John Sektor: Yes, the numbers game..but we’ll get back to that in a bit. Right now, I want to talk to YOU Michael.
The camera zooms in on Mike’s face, which is glaring right at Sektor.
John Sektor: What a lovely celebration you had earlier tonight, Michael. Had that, SPECIAL feel about it. I mean you have all your friends here that you’ve collected over the years..
He says, gesturing to the front row at ringside.
John Sektor: You’ve got some nice friends, Mike. I’d like to get to know them better.
The Gold Standard turns around and heads toward the barricade to get a good look at all Mike’s friends in the front row. He starts at the far corner where all the Hobo’s are stood and in the ring Mike’s eyes bulge as he sees another line of EPU guards standing up behind all his friends in the crowd.
John Sektor: Well I’m not sure about this, Mike? Hobo’s at a Hall of Fame celebration? I mean, Stevens and I hate fucking Hobo’s now, right buddy?
Stevens nods with a sinister smirk on his face.
John Sektor: Hm, friends or not…I think we should lose them, don’t you think?
With that, the EPU guards stood behind the Hobo’s begin pummeling them with nightsticks, literally splitting their heads open and causing them to fall down to the ground where the cameras can no longer see them. All you can see are black, baton yielding, arms flying up and down as they viciously assault the hobo’s.
Mike is pacing up and down on the spot in the ring, clearly already enraged but Jace and Tara keep a-hold of him, doing their upmost to keep him calm.
John Sektor: That’s better. Now let’s meet some REAL people…
Sektor moves up the line towards some of Mike’s closest friends.
John Sektor: Please, state your name for the camera..
He holds up the microphone to the first person he comes to.
“Erm..Doug”
“ZacK.”
“Matthew.”
“M-Mark.”
“Samuel.”
“Luke..”
John Sektor: AHHHHH yes! The apostles..Mike’s loyal followers over the years. The men who he so often leans so heavily upon..
Sektor smiles but then nods at Stevens and the lone EPU guard, who drag the six men over the barricade and begin viciously attacking. Sektor joins in, grabbing Apostle Zack by the head and smashing it against the ring post, before stomping away on his jaw until blood and teeth are pouring out of his mouth. Stevens repeatedly smashes Marks head against the steel steps whilst the EPU guard is smashing the skulls of the rest of the apostles with his baton like Bruce Lee with a set a numb chucks.
In the ring all three members of Project Ego try to get out of the ring to help but the EPU just keep pushing them back with their shields. Mike eventually pulls at his hair in frustration, his face beaming red with anger and his eyes glazed.
The six men lie motionless outside the ring and Mike can’t see the damage because of the barricade of EPU. But it’s bad. All six men are bleeding heavily and not moving as Sektor just leans against the barrier, chewing his lip and pretending to look concerned.
John Sektor: Shit! What have we done? We’ve really fucking hurt these guys! Is there…a Doctor in the house?
As he says this, he turns back around slowly to Mike’s other friends in the front row, smirking from ear to ear.
John Sektor: Or, perhaps two?
Sektor licks his lips at Doctor Tara Cherry and Doctor Abigail Penner, who Stevens and the EPU guard both grab by their hair and drag over the guard rail. Both men hold the screaming women up in front of Sektor, who walks towards them seductively, turning to look up at Mike who is now going ape shit. He looks at the first Doctor who Stevens is holding with narrowed eyes.
John Sektor: Who do we have here? Ah yes, Doctor Abigail Penner..The slut who authorised Mike’s cast. You know? When he turned MY fucking World title into a fucking CAST and wore it on his ARM?
Sektor then proceeds to use the sharp part of the microphone he’s holding to repeatedly bludgeon into the forehead of Doctor Abigail, hitting her so many times and with such force that blood squirts out of her head and she falls limp in Stevens’ arms. He eventually stops and Stevens lets go, leaving her to flop lifelessly on the floor.
Whilst Mike is going crazy in the ring, Sektor sets his sights on Doctor Tara Cherry, who’s eyes are streaming with tears.
John Sektor: Mmm. Michaels first wife. The lovely Tara Cherry…
Sektor forces his hand up her skirt, viciously grabbing her down below and thrusting his hand around, probably FINGER BANGING her, causing high pitched squeals and shrieks to echo around ringside. He then pulls his hand away and brings his fingers up to his nose, taking a long hard sniff.
John Sektor: AHHHHHHHHHH!!! Well Mike, she doesn’t smell like cherry’s..
Sektor laughs looking up at Mike who is practically foaming at the mouth by this point.
John Sektor: But she still smells pretty fucking good, hahahaha!
He then lunges at her, shoving his tongue down her throat before pulling away, kissing his Hall of Fame ring and nailing her across the jaw with a right hook.
He steps back for a second, laughing at all the carnage he has already caused.
John Sektor: Damn.. that sexual assault my land me in some hot water, huh folks?
The crowd by this point are screaming abuse down at him.
John Sektor: I better get myself a good attorney..
That was all he needed to say for Stevens and the EPU guard to drag attorney, Jack W. Addler over the barricade and begin beating the shit out of. After plenty of kicks and punches to the head, they hold him up for Sektor to walk over to, side step and land a perfectly aimed superkick under his jaw.
John Sektor: Okay lets get on with this..
As he says this the EPU guards in the audience all begin assaulting the black robed ‘Cult of Christplow’ followers and all the rest of Mike’s friends, leaving only one man left standing in the crowd. In the ring Mike is a wreck, looking so angered but at the same time helpless as with every attempt he makes to get out of the ring, the EPU push him back in.
John Sektor: Hmm, I feel like I’m forgetting a couple of people..
He scans his eyes slowly across the now empty front row, until he finally lands on Apostle Ryan. He slaps his own forehead in a ‘duh’ moment and begins laughing.
John Sektor: Oh my GOD! Oops, sorry, blasphemy..but how could I forget YOU! Apostle..fucking..RYAN! The Apostle that ‘ChristPlow’ loves..GET OVER HERE HOMIE!
No force from the EPU, and no abrupt entrance from Stevens or the lone guard. Sektor simply waits for Ryan to make his own way over the barricade.
John Sektor: Come on, don’t be scared..at this point you’re better just going with it, trust me..
Ryan nervously climbs over the barricade after a couple of prods in the back from the EPU. Sektor waltzes over to Apostle Ryan, throwing an arm around his neck and pulling him in closely.
John Sektor: Now Ryan, you’re Mike’s oldest and closest friend, right?
He holds the microphone up for Ryan to talk.
Apostle Ryan: Uhm…yeah?
John Sektor: So, with a big match coming up against Mike at March to Glory..it would probably be a good idea for me to cut you a deal right here and now? You know, get some dirt on the guy I’m about to face? I mean, you don’t want to end up like the rest of these poor bastards, do you?
Ryan’s bottom lip trembles..caught in a battle of loyalty and fear. Sektor just rolls his eyes.
John Sektor: Ah, I’m just fucking with you..BOYS!
Mike’s screams can be heard from inside the ring as Stevens and the EPU guard begin to Work Apostle Ryan over. The crowd groan with discomfort as they literally beat him from both sides of his head and body. As Ryan falls limp, Stevens and the guard hold him up by either arm as though he’s been crucified.
John Sektor: See Mike, these are MY Apostles…and I’ve chosen them wisely. You already know Stevens..
Stevens turns his head and smirks up at the irate Hall of Famer in the ring, enjoying getting one over on him whilst Sektor approaches the EPU guard. He places his hands on either side of his riot helmet and pulls it off. The crowd gasp as they see who it is…
RYAN MCKENNA!
John Sektor: This is MY Apostle RYAN!
McKenna smiles proudly as Sektor announces his name.
John Sektor: These are two men who I have purposely chosen, not because they have over inflated egos and their tongues up my ass! But because like me they have the conditioning, will power, heart and souls of PURE WRESTLERS! And like me they are THOROUGHBREDS to the very core!
Mike doesn’t seem interested in what he is saying any more, as he just stares down at Apostle Ryan with a solemn and deflated expression.
John Sektor: Before we go..there IS one more person I want to pay homage to.
With that he heads towards the barricade, where one of the EPU guards reaches down to the floor and pics up…the head of Gay Mike Best, back in the glass case.
Sektor takes the glass case and holds it up, taking a good hard look at it.
John Sektor: Gay Mike Best….the brother of GOD..what can I say? I mean, he may have been an asshole..he may have been gay..and he may be DEAD!
Sektor turns and looks up at Mike in the ring.
John Sektor: But I still respect him more than I EVER will YOU!
He spat these words like venom, chuckling afterward like a crazed mad man.
John Sektor: And even in his dead and decapitated state..he still has his uses..
SMASH!!!
The crowd gasp in shock and Mike falls to his knees in the ring as he watches Sektor break the glass case over Apostle Ryan’s head. The glass shards have torn into the Apostles face good and proper as Sektor bends down and picks up the head of Gay Mike Best. He, along with Stevens and Mckenna head to the barricade where Sektor climbs up so that he can get a good look at Mike in the ring. The two Hall of Famers glare at one another before Sektor smiles and slowly raises the decapitated head of Mike Best..
And THAT..is where the show ends.
The cameras cut to the parking lot of the Best Arena where HOW superstar –if you can even call her that– can be seen leaving the arena. Kirsta has her cell phone placed up against her ear and she’s rolling her luggage behind her as she begins heading towards her car.
Kirsta Lewis: Yeah I’m heading out of the Best Arena right now. I don’t know why I even bothered but now that I have that out of the way I can head directly over to Las Vegas and sink my teeth into … [censored]
We here at High Octane Wrestling refuse to promote Fisher Price PPV’s.
Kirsta Lewis: I’m going to head straight to the airport and never look back. I’ll call you when I land and we’ll meet up before my match.
Kirsta says her goodbyes and hangs up the call before sliding her cell phone back into the pocket of her jeans. She continues walking until she reaches her rental car. Kirsta digs into her pocket for her keys to unlock the vehicle. She finally opens the back door of the vehicle and begins to put her luggage into the back when the door is suddenly slammed shut. Kirsta looks up startled to see the current HOW LSD & ICON Champion Jason P. Davidson standing in front of her.
Kirsta Lewis: What the fuck do you want?
Jason P. Davidson: Is that any way to talk to the person that’s made you exactly who you are today?
Kirsta Lewis: I’m not in the mood right now so if you want to fight go and find your wife or someone else. I got more important things to do other than deal with you at the moment.
Jason P. Davidson: Yeah like run off to that other place for your little PPV match, right?
Kirsta Lewis: That’s none of your business.
Jason shakes his head and walks over towards Kirsta who puts her hands up ready for a fight but Jason just stands his ground.
Jason P. Davidson: It’s going to make a lot of people angry that you’re ditching us like this.
Kirsta Lewis: I’m not ditching anyone, I’m still going to be here in HOW.
Jason P. Davidson: Just like you were tonight, right?
Kirsta Lewis: What does it matter to you? Ever since ICONIC you’ve been more than willing to chase me away at any cost!
Jason takes a deep breath and lets out a heavy sigh.
Jason P. Davidson: I’ll be the first to admit I got out of hand and I took things too far. I know we have a lot of bitter emotions and history between us but I want the chance to bury the hatchet. I don’t want to hold a grudge against you forever Kirsta. We used to be friends, we used to be partners, and most importantly we used to be lovers. Believe it or not that actually means something to me.
Kirsta Lewis: Why should I believe you?
Jason P. Davidson: That’s because I have nothing to gain from lying. The damage has already been done and now you’re moving onto somewhere else. I just want to put it behind us and try to at least remain friends outside of the ring. It’s why I’m here because I want to be the first to wish you the best of luck in that other place and hope that you’ll have gold around your waist there very soon.
Jason opens his arms out wide and cocks his head over at Kirsta.
Jason P. Davidson: Hug for old times sake?
Kirsta stares at Jason but eventually her expression softens and she steps forward and embraces Jason. The current HOW LSD & ICON Champion completely wraps his arms around Kirsta taking a long deep inhale of her scent close to him as he reaches down and grabs a healthy handful of her ass.
Jason P. Davidson: Goddamn I’m going to miss that ass.
Before Kirsta can comment or move his hand away Jason turns and shove Krista head first through the driver’s side door of the vehicle. Glass shatters all over the place as Kirsta’s body goes limp. Jason shakes his head as he pulls Kirsta by the hair away from where the window used to be.
Jason P. Davidson: You stupid fucking cunt!
Jason tosses the mess that is Kirsta against the car before opening the drivers side door. Jason leans Kirsta against the door before backing away from her.
Jason P. Davidson: All you had to do was stay away! All you had to do was leave after ICONIC and never come back!
Jason charges forward and hits Kirsta with a spear so hard that it completely takes the drivers side door off the hinges of the vehicle. The car door and Kirsta collapse to the concrete a broken mess as Jason pulls himself back up to his feet.
Jason P. Davidson: Instead you whore yourself out to every single federation there while making bullshit promises that you bleed 97red through and through. That you’ll show up for your matches and nothing will stop you from being an active member of the HOW roster.
Jason drags Kirsta up by the hair and tosses her up onto the hood of the car. Jason climbs up after her before pulling her up to her feet and shoving her head between his legs. Jason gets Kirsta into position before flipping forward and hitting Kirsta with a flipping spike piledriver off the hood of the car onto the concrete below. Jason rolls around on the concrete in pain but it’s far less than Kirsta whose neck is obviously broken and shattered into pieces.
Jason P. Davidson: Did you honestly think I was going to let you waltz back into my home? Into my federation and drag down my ratings? To take money out of my pocket while offering your services to any jackass that thinks himself a promoter?! Did you think I would let you Timothy Hunt High Octane Wrestling and get away with it?!
Jason begins crawling his way over until he pulls himself up and into the drivers side of Kirsta’s vehicle. After hot wiring the car Jason revs the engine and grabs a hold of the wheel.
Jason P. Davidson: I told you never come back and you didn’t listen. So this is goodbye Kirsta Lewis. Goodbye to the so called wrestler that was only good at giving blowjobs but even screwed that up. Goodbye to the miserable exist you call life, bitch.
Jason slams his foot down on the accelerator and speeds the vehicle towards Kirsta’s fallen and broken body. There is a visual bounce from the car and Jason on the inside as he runs over Kirsta’s body at 40 mph. Jason slams his foot on the brake and rests his head back against the headrest on the seat.
Jason P. Davidson: No one disrespects HOW and gets away with it but if you wanna go to that other place so badly. I’ll ship you there myself in pieces.
Jason turns his head over his shoulder and shifts the car into reverse before running over what is left of Kirsta’s body for a second time. Before shifting back into drive again and you guess it. Running over Kirsta’s body for a third time. Satisfied with his handywork Jason walks over and kneels down over what used to be Kirsta Lewis.
Jason P. Davidson: Damn girl you look… tired.
Jason chuckles to himself before turning around and walking out of the crime scene that is now the Best Arena parking lot.
We cut to a darkened room where the only light illuminating the room is coming for a small monitor that appears to be on a desk.
Thru the darkness we see a hand reach out and turn the monitor off. A few seconds later the lights come on and we see our setting.
The Creator, Lee Best, sitting at his desk staring at two hooded men who are sitting across from him on the other side of his desk. Standing firm behind the men are several men from the EPU unit.
As the camera moves to get directly in front of Lee we see that the men in the chairs are not only hooded but also tied to the chairs. Their muffled voices indicate that they are gagged as well.
Lee Best: NOW that was a proper send off for a quitter…..rape. Yes I hash tagged it and made it real if you two are wondering.
Lee smirks as he knows the two individuals have no way to answer him.
Lee Best: You see last week I saw the predictable early squashes go down and then a whole lot of mediocre bullshit….and the ratings revealed that. So what am I supposed to do as the owner of this company? Sit back and let another week of that shit to make the air? Fuck no…..what you saw tonight was a proper High Octane Wrestling show……..emphasis on show.
Lee stands up and walks to the front of his desk and sits on top of it….literally inches away from the two men.
Lee Best: You see to me this company has and always will be NOT for everyone. I can add all the bells and whistles I can to make us as legit of a company as possible….Jock Taxes…..new payroll system…..but what makes HOW successful….what makes HOW a must see show each and every week is that fuck that we do not give a fuck. I know that is partly my fault. I have been preaching positivity ever since my Son and his PocketHolder Jace decided to hijack the company and lead a roster revolt…..you know…they had me on eggshells and I faded into the darkness to be the mastermind behind the scenes. Well when we have the LOWEST FUCKING RATED SHOW IN THREE YEARS I THINK A CHANGE IS A COMING…
Lee slams his hand down on his desk in frustration as he stands back up and walks over to one of the EPU guards and grabs a Taser gun from the man. He promptly walks back to the front of his desk and instead of sitting on it he leans against it as he literally is now in between the two hooked people.
Lee can be seen stroking the Taser as he continues.
Lee Best: You see my Son can celebrate getting into the Hall of Fame and his PocketHolder can start campaigning to get into the Hall of Fame next year but that will not happen. I don’t give a fuck if PocketHolder keeps the fucking ICON and LSD Titles all fucking year….he has not earned the right to even be nominated next year. You asking me why?
Lee just nods at the muffled sounds coming from one of the individuals.
Lee Best: You see to me Jace was in the exact same spot for years that Mike’s favorite hate target David Black is. I mean Jace started hot…did nothing extra for the company….faded into the background for the most part….and all of a sudden he starts holding Michael’s pocket and NOW he is a Hall of Famer? Shut the fuck up.
With that Lee randomly Tasers the person on his right and a man’s scream can be heard thru the hood.
Lee Best: Now get me wrong…….I like when Jace is in rape mode…..what he did to Kirsta was great…….but I swear if I see any more mentions of him campaigning for the Hall of Fame I will NOT put him on the fucking ballot…….you guys seem to forget……ME AND ME ALONE set who the Hall of Famers vote on…….so Jace…..watch it. You need to unmounts from that Michael Best bred horse you are on and get back to what you do best…..winning matches and being known for that….instead of being Michaels boy toy….just some career advice for my fellow owners of the business.
With that Lee Tasers the same man again and once again the man screams out in pain.
Lee Best: Owners of the business. Rhys Townsend, Scottywood, Michael Best, Jace and Tara Davidson, and of course Max Kael. Owners of the business….literally. Are ALL their actions based on what is best for the company as a whole or are they all literally just hoping to help themselves and their PocketHolders? Time will truly tell……but there is one spot left. One more 7% share to give out…..and one more person that I am praying will help High Octane Wrestling continue on when I am gone…and not just move everyone over to the United Toughness Alliance Company.
With a mention of the UTA, Lee tasers the same man again….this time holding a little bit longer.
Lee Best: Man that shit still pisses me the fuck off. There is nothing worse than to have those closest to you stab you in the fucking back……but you know what……I would do the same if it was what I thought was best for the company……which brings me to why you two are here.
Lee tosses the Taser to the EPU guard who snatches it and quickly goes back into position.
Lee Best: What is best for this company right now is NOT having my title…….the LSD Championship….relegated to playing bitch to the ICON. The roster is different, the company is in a different place than it was when I made that decision and that is why it is time I rectify that situation.
The sounds of muffled opposition (?) can be heard coming from the man Lee tasered.
Lee Best: Well I have no idea what you are saying with that dick in your mouth but what I do know is that the LSD has a long and storied history. From Chico, to Silent Witness, to David Black and Scottywood…….to the awesome upset of Dawn McGill defeating Tim Shipley…these are all moments related to the Lee’s Superstar Division title……the LSD Championship. I miss that. I also think the fans miss it.
Lee motions for the cameraman to position himself behind Lee so that he can focus in on the two hooded people. Lee moves off behind the two chairs and stares into the camera.
Lee Best: Farthington versus Jace was a good idea a month ago and who knows maybe that will still steal the show…….but that will no longer be for the LSD and ICON Championships….no no no. That is now officially an ICON Championship match. Why? One because I fucking said so…..but also because you two will be wrestling at March to Glory for the right to secure the LSD Championship and put it around your waists.
Smiling, Lee puts a hand on the shoulder of each person.
Lee Best: But if that was not enough motivation for you two……..you will also be wrestling for 7% of the company……that’s right……..one of you two will be an owner of this company come March 11th and will have a earned a shot at the LSD Championship……you are fucking welcome.
With that Lee lifts one of the hoods off, the person that escaped the tasering, and we see a former LSD Champion…..
Lee Best: David fucking Black. A man that still has the longest LSD reign during the modern era at 189 FUCKING DAYS!! A man that defended the title eight fucking times during one reign and a man has never been a locker room cancer………a future Hall of Famer….and someone that has earned the right to compete for a chance to own a stake in the company that he has wrestled for more times than anyone else in the HISTORY OF HIGH OCTANE WRESTLING!!!
Black, still gagged, is showing his excitement thru his eyes as we see Lee position himself behind the man that has was on the receiving end of the Taser.
Lee Best: And now for his opponent. A man that I already talked about and a man that quite frankly needs to only know one thing……..
Lee leans over and whispers something into the man’s ear and the camera is unable to pick up what the God of HOW said.
Finished, Lee snatches the hood off the man and we finally see his identity and the opponent for David Black at March to Glory.
Silent Witness.
His eyes do not show excitement however.
Whatever Lee just whispered into his ear only brought forward one emotion it seems.
Fear.
Lee Best: March to Glory. Silent Witness vs. David Black for 7% stake in the company and a shot at the LSD Championship.
With that Lee turns and leaves the room and we get a final image of the two men still gagged and tied to their chairs…..both showing two totally different reactions to what just happened.