We are here in the Trusts Stadium in Auckland, New Zealand, where Asylum Wrestling Alliance is holding another edition of Monday Night Insomnia. The Stadium is packed and we have standing room only. The camera pans around the arena to show a sea of screaming and chanting fans and lots of signs for their favorite wrestlers. The lights in the arena are on fully while huge spotlights flash around the arena to show some of the signs the fans have brought to show their support for their favorite wrestlers. Some of the signs we see include the following:
CHRIS SHIPMAN IS A PERVERT!!!
ERIK BLACK IS THE GREATEST WRESTLER ALIVE!!!
HANK WHO???
MARRY ME STACY!!!
DMITRI CAN SUCK ON THIS!!!
HAS JASON STEVENS BEEN RELEASED FROM THE FAMILY STABLE YET???
FANG WILL BE UNIVERSAL CHAMPION SOON!!!
CANIS IS A GREAT UNIVERSAL CHAMPION!!!
WHATCHA GONNA DO WHEN METAMANIA IS RUNNING WILD OVER YOU???>
The camera continues to pan around the arena as the crowd stands to their feet and start chanting because they want Insomnia to start. Their chanting it cut short as ONE WAY OR ANOTHER by Blondie hits the speakers and rocks the arena. The attention of the fans is diverted to the entrance area where they see Bulldog Bill Barnhart appear from the backstage area leading Iris his English Bulldog on a pink leash. Bill is smartly dressed in a dark pink business suit, light pink shirt, light pink shoes, and a dark pink tie. Iris is wearing a diamond studded pink dog collar and she faithfully follows Barnhart along the entrance ramp to the landing at the top of the ramp. Bill carries with him a bag of kiwis, and stops on the landing then looks around at the crowd to mixed reactions as he starts throwing the kiwis at the fans. After a moment the crowd begins to boo awhile Bill heads off down the entrance ramp toward the ring with Iris following behind. When Barnhart arrives at the ring he picks Iris up in his arms, walks up the ring steps, ducks into the ring, and then he asks for a mic to make a special announcement.
BULLDOG BILL: Okay you bunch of worthless Kiwis, listen up because I am only going to say this once and I am speaking English and I know you all speak English down here! Just before Insomnia was to take place our illustrious Owner, Goth, got called away on urgent business and he is not available to be here to open tonight’s Insomnia. Too bad for him. There is no way that Stacy Kissinger, the Staff slut Personal Assistant, is going to get a chance to come out here and say anything either! She is probably busy working out with that mattress she always has strapped to her back and she is obviously in a position where she is unable to walk out here to flap her gums. And since our not-so-illustrious Chief Executive Officer and Chief Financial Officer, John Irons, is out with a serious injury and he is also not available for comment, then what you have is ME in charge of Asylum Wrestling Alliance! Yes, you heard me correctly! Your worst nightmare has just come true. Goth is out. Stacy Kissinger is out. John Irons is out. And I am running the show. Har har har!!! Imagine that eh? Bulldog Bill Barnhart, still the only wrestler in Asylum Wrestling Alliance with more than 20 victories is in charge of your entertainment tonight. So I suggest that you all treat me nice because if…
Bill is cut off in mid-sentence as WAR ZONE by Slayer hits the speakers and drowns him out. Barnhart is confused as he knows that John Irons is out with a serious injury so he believes that someone in the back room is playing games on him. Spotlights focus on the entrance area and we see a large man with bandages wrapped around his head steps out from the backstage area and out onto the landing at the top of the entrance ramp. Barnhart is shocked when he sees this at first, then begins to think of it as a prank. The man pulls a microphone to the wrapped head and begins to speak. It is the voice of John Irons, but we still can not see his face.
Irons: Barnhart, I suggest you take a close look at what's become of me. The very same could have happened to you. I suppose the whole world wants to know why my face is bandaged, yet I am here. John Irons doesn't quit on account of a small injury that requires plastic surgery. John Irons faces the enemy head on and strives for victory. Tonight, I am running things, old man. You best figure out where your loyalties lay soon.
Bill is still standing there in shock, as he was not expecting to see John Irons since he didn’t expect him to recover enough from his injuries to make an appearance tonight. Barnhart has that deer-in-the-headlights look as John Irons stomps down the ramp to the ring. Irons climbs up on the ring apron, steps into the ring, and then he gets up in the face of Bill Barnhart, who drops his mic to the mat, and words are exchanged between him and John Irons. It appears Irons got the best of Barnhart as we see Bill get a shocked look on his face, he picks Iris up in his arms, and then he quickly leaves the ring and quickly goes back up the ramp and returns to the backstage area. Once Bill is out of sight, John Irons picks up the mic which Barnhart dropped, raises it to his mouth, and he begins his presentation for Insomnia.
Irons: Effective immediately, Glenn Frank is under suspension without pay pending further review. Now it is time for the whole world to see what I truly look like. Doctor John Alexander of San Diego did a remarkable job, but science and medicine has come only so far.
Irons begins to remove his bandaging. There are several layers before we get to see the first look at John Irons. Strip by strip he becomes more human. Before long, a black bandanna appears over his head, and what appears to be blond hair underneath the bandanna which has grown incredibly long. Irons' face is completely reconstructed, and showing a blond biker's mustache. He is completely different, but his booming voice is still the same.
Irons: Now then, tonight's lineup is as follows:
We have Chris Shipman taking on Erik "The Death Hand" Black in a First Blood Match. Then we have Vampire wannabe Dmitri taking on Hank Henry the Third in a last man standing match, and we have Jason Stevens taking on Fang for the International title where wolf boy will be handing over the title to the Family in a last chance Cage Match, And Finally for the main event, we have Mighty Mouse taking on Canine for the Universal Title match. It should be an interesting evening for sure, so stay tuned!
WAR ZONE by Slayer hits the PA as Irons drops the mic and heads out of the ring. The New Zealanders are in shock at the sight of how John Irons looks, and more over how things will turn out. As soon as Irons disappears, The stadium lights flicker as the harsh, haunting opening riff of "Better" screams across the PA system, drawing a cheer from the capacity crowd.
"No one ever told me when i was alone, they just thought i'd know better... better"
Axl Rose's distinct voice joins the guitar, bringing the lights all the way down to darkness as Canis' video begins to play on the giant screen, the air cooling to a noticable chill.
"No one ever told me when i was alone, they just thought i'd know better... better"
Just as the full band kicks in to the song, the video shows a glass crucifix shattering into tiny pieces as a large flash of white pyrotechniques explode from the stage, bringing the lights back up and revealing Canis stood in the entrance way with the Universal Title draped over his shoulder. As the crowd begin to cheer him further, he walks towards the ring with a look of determination painted across his face - occasionally acknowledging the front row with a nod and a hand slap, his face remaining focused. After sliding under the ropes he looks to the rafters for a moment and grins, shaking his head to himself before closing his eyes and looking down, breathing slowly. As his music fades, he catches a microphone and addresses the crowd ::
Ladies and Gentleman of Auckland, New Zealand...
The crowd roar in approval, bringing a smile from Canis as he laps up the adoration. He holds the Universal Title to each side of the ring, drawing more cheers
Tex: The crowd are warming to their Universal Champion..
Duff: Will he be Universal Champion after tonight, though?!
I stand before you tonight a worried man. I stand before you... somewhat concerned at the well-being and mental state of your former hero, the soaring eagle that once graced the heights of the Asylum Wrestling Alliance and whom when perched at the very top, held himself with such grace and such fortitude that all that tried to shoo him away were bitten and sent tumbling back down.
I have spent the best part of two weeks now trying to convince this once iconic human being to leave gracefully and to leave with legacy in tact. I have almost resorted to pleading with him to let go.. be safe and walk away. But everytime i say it, i am rebuffed by the same old rhetoric by a man so lost within his own fame that he's unable to see the truth without blurred lens.
History may well have taught us that men and women who were once feared, who were once dominating and not to be messed with, eventually crumble and fall and leave nothing worthy of note in the books of history. Metamania... i believe you were speaking those words into your very own skewed mirror image. For these are not words attributed to me, your current Universal Champion... but they should be aimed at you, the former one and only.
Sections of the crowd respond with some bitterness, obviously still fully embossed with the Metamania legacy. Others, however, cheer in approval
You see whilst I may one day falter.. and whilst i may one day slip into distant memory.. once i have, i will leave the ring gracefully and leave without reducing myself to an embrassment. Whilst one day my dynasty may indeed crumble to nothingness... yours already has. And it shall not be you that brings an early downfall to my reign as the Universal Champion.
And do not fear, Meta. I have been all ears as your deluded ramblings filled the air waves with perverse lies. You accuse me of trying to make you look weak.. of these "sins" that i am apparently committing. Well, i think it's all been very plain to see, Meta. The only way that i have made you look weak is when i pinned you to the mat for a three count just a couple of weeks ago. But Meta.. the only person who has spent the time making you look week since then is yourself. The only lies that have been spewed this week have come from yourself. You fail to kid anybody but you and your own family that you still have what it takes to hold the Universal Championship. You've tied every angle, this week. You've accused me of not dealing in facts, when the only facts i have to hand are the fact that i have beaten you twice and will beat you again.. and that your record since your comeback is, at best, laughable. You contradict yourself with every word that you say. You cement your place as a has-been every time you step into the ring and go all out at recapturing your reputation. And each time you are found wanting. When will you finally realise that what you seek to regrasp is unreachable? When you finally bite the bullet and fall back into your retirement for good?
Well.. i'll tell you when.
Once i have your ankle trapped in my vice, it will be the moment you wake up and realise that the pain is indeed too much to handle. As you slap the mat for mercy, i will keep it locked in until you are forced to finally admit that your time is over. And i will not release you until you do. I want to hear it Meta, i want to be the one that hears the words that anyone with an ounce of pity, sympathy or nostalgia has wanted to hear since you decided to come back. They want you to be able to turn up at all the little wrestling conventions in good health, not with a permanent limp that makes you resemble an amputee.
Bring your A-Game tonight, Meta... because i'm gonna give you the B and the C to finally make you suck it all up and go.
"Better" begins to ring around the arena once more, small pockets of fans not agreeing in the slightest, but Canis' fanbase is growing and out-shouts them, cheering for their Universal Champion. Canis drops out of the ring looking as focused as ever, looking down at the Universal Title belt as he leaves for the back
The arena lights go out as the opening to "Du Hast" begins blaring. Strobe lights begin flashing as green purple and red spotlights move up and down the ramp and ring as the drums kick in
Stormy Canyon: This match is a First Blood match! The first person to draw the other person's blood is your winner. Introducing first, from London, England... weighing in at 235 pooouuunnds... Chris... Shipmaaaann!!!!
Smoke fills the curtain area and the crowd boo as Shipman walks out from behind it and quickly moves down to the ring in his ripped jeans and noose. He just walks by fans reaching out to touch him and get hi 5's. He gets in the ring and tosses the noose to the floor as the lights go back to normal and the music fades. He waits in the far corner for his opponent
Tex: Chris Shipman facing off against the returning Erik Black in a First Blood match here tonight... fair to say, this one ain't gonna be pretty, Duff!
Duff: It's not going to be the same Erik Black we've been used to though! Looks like he's recently discovered the Just For Men haircare range!
The lights go out. Rain falling from the sky is heard in the darkness. Black Sabbath's "Black Sabbath" begins to play on the PA. A spotlight shines on one spot. In that spot stands Erik Black. He stares, emotionless at the ring.
Stormy Canyon: His opponent, weighing in at 225 poounnds... from Los Angeles, California..... Erik... Black!!
Black slowly and intently walks to the ring while the arena fills with smoke and lazers that appear to be blue lightning. He slides under the bottom rope and stands up in the center of the ring, eying Chris Shipman without showing much emotion at all. The lights flash and come back on as the two men stand in the ring, staring each other down
Duff: Told you! He looks like a Gothic Lieutenant Data!
As the bell rings, Shipman is the first to react as he launches out of the turnbuckle straight toward Eric, a demented look in his eyes. He goes for the Lou Thesz press immediately but Black is wise to it, moving at the last minute allowing Shipman to land in the opposite corner before being hit by a high angle belly to back suplex down to the canvas. Black snaps into action, still with a cold expression across his face, as he begins to go to work on limbs with an arm bar, keeping Shipman pinned to the mat. He lets out a few groans as Black locks the hold in
Tex: Impressive start from Erik Black!
Duff: How?! He can't win the match by submission, Tex! He should be reaching for the steel right now to split Shipman open!
Shipman gets his foot on the rope to break the hold, but the referee is powerless due to the rules. It takes Shipman a few moments to realize this before attempting Plan B, as he manages to slide out of the ring using his feet as leverage and pulls Black's head down into the edge of the ring, causing him to release the hold and allowing Shipman to escape to the outside, where he immediately retrieves a 2X4 from underneath the ring
Duff: There ya go! This is Shipman's world... carnage!
The crowd cheer as the 2X4 is held into the air, the thought of what Shipman will do with it bringing some to their feet in anticipation. Shipman slides into the ring where Black is back to his feet. The Death Hand manages to duck the attempted 2X4 lariat, reaching back and catching Shipman in a neckbreaker, dropping them both back to the mat. The crowd boo a little... they wanna see blood! Black rains punches down onto Shipman's hairline, looking to bust him open right there. He eventually drags Shipman back to his feet and whips him into the turnbuckle chest first before following up with a charge, slamming Shipman back into the turnbuckle chest first. Black then begins burying his opponents head into the padded turnbuckle, drawing a half-hearted count from the crowd.... "1..... 2..... 3.....4." Black then quickly unties the padding to expose the steel turnbuckle before attempting to continue the assault. But Shipman blocks the fifth attempt and catches Black with several elbows to the gut before swinging around and catching the former Universal Champion with a clothesline down to the mat. Not wasting a minute, Shipman pounces and delivers an assault of Austin punches, aiming for both the brow and hairline of Erik Black, trying to find a ship to exploit. After a dozen punches, he pulls Black back to his feet and sends him viciously into the exposed turnbuckle, causing Black to fall back to the mat clutching his chest. Shipman grins down at the 2X4 that lay on the mat and picks it up in one hand. He then pulls Black to his feet, whips him into the ropes and follows him up quickly with a 2X4 lariat to the head, causing Black to roll over the top rope and land on the outside with a thud. He clutches his head, checking for blood as Shipman slides under the bottom rope and starting to arrange the International announcer's table into a flat surface, throwing monitors to the floor
Tex: This is getting a little too close for comfort!
Duff: I'm glad they've decided we're more important than our international colleagues, Tex!
Shipman then grabs a hold of one of the small monitors and charges at the now standing Black, who ducks at the very last minute and watches as Shipman runs straight into the ring post, headbutting the monitor on impact and falling to the floor, himself checking for signs of his own bleeding. Black regains some breath and drags Shipman towards the exposed announcers table, wrapping a loose cable around his opponents throat and pulling tightly, bringing a distressed gurgling from Shipman. The referee tries to stop Black, who completely ignores the officials existence and only releases the choke after realizing that slamming his opponents head into the announce table will be more fun. Not once, but five times in a controlled frenzy, each time checking for bleeding but Shipman's head his holding firm. Black then whips Shipman into the other ring post, the Psycho narrowly avoiding a head-on collision at the last instant by moving his head to the side, sacrificing his shoulder which takes the brunt of the impact. Black looks composed and calculating as he strolls over to the timekeeper, steeling his chair and folding it up into a lethal weapon. The crowd again rise in anticipation as Black suddenly breaks into a sprint and charges Shipman back into the ring post using the chair as a battering ram, this time the back of the Psycho's head bounces off the steel post ferociously, the referee quickly looking for the first sign of scarlet. After a brief look over, Shipman has got away with it as his head holds up and the referee allows the match to continue. Infuriated that he is yet to be walking to the back as victor, Black loses his head a little and starts raining ferocious chair shots to the head of Chris Shipman, who has his hands up to block the shots as he writhes on the floor. Realizing this is also futile, Black checks and drops the chair to the floor, bringing Shipman to his feet and launching him over the crowd barrier. The slap of flesh to concrete is heard across the entire arena
Tex: Well this one was never going to finish in the ring tonight... but it looks the crowd are going to get a closer view than anyone thought!
The volume levels rise as Black reaches under the ring and pulls out a baseball bat that has bent nails sticking out of it!
Tex: Why the hell are objects like that underneath the ring?!
Duff: BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD!
Duff joins in the crowds chanting as Black calmly walks towards the barrier. The time taken between throwing Shipman over and collecting his new weapon has allowed the Psycho to recover slightly and takes everybody by surprise by risking the match right there, launching himself back over the barrier and catching Black off guard with a sluggish Lou Thesz press to the floor, laying into the Death Hand with a selection of closed fist punches, Stone Cold style! Shipman takes advantage of his second wind by reaching under the ring for his own toy like a kid delving his hand into a packet of sweets... he pulls out a sledgehammer!
Tex: Oh, just in case we needed some walls knocked through or something...
Shipman gathers a little breath before swinging for a home run as Black kneels before him. Luckily for his head, the AWA's insurance premiums and Shipman's standing as a free citizen, Black ducks and the sledgehammer slams into the barrier, putting a massive dent in it. Shipman curses Black and drives his knee into his opponents face, who looks slightly shocked and relieved at ducking The Psycho's attempted murder. Shipman now throws Black into the crowd and follows him over, making sure to keep the pressure on with an array of punches and elbows, herding Black towards a technical area which - you guessed it - is full of foreign objects to use, though seeming slightly pointless. Shipman grins as his eyes fix on a fire extinguisher. Black notices what he's up to and, as Shipman tries to drive it sideways into his skull, catches the extinguisher in midair, causing an intense test of strength for its possession. The crowd start shouting encouragement for both men, but Black is too smart and instead of trying to wrestle the object from his opponent, quickly activates the extinguisher and sprays carbon dioxide into the face of Shipman, causing him to instantly release his grip and battle for his vision and breath whilst falling to his knees. We then see one of the first wrestling moves of the match as Black delivers a devastating belly to back hammerlock DDT, causing a massive "WOAH" from the capacity crowd. As Erik sits up looking impressed with himself, Hal Smith again checks Shipman for signs of bleeding but again, somehow, Shipman escapes without a cut, just a banging headache. Black spends a moment catching his breath before laying some boots into Shipman's ribs, trying to soften him up even more
Tex: Black trying to soften up The Psycho, Chris Shipman here... there's the experience of the only AWA Grandslam Champion for you, right there! Breaking Shipman's spirit...
Duff: BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD!
Tex: Sigh
The crowd again begin the chant, bringing a look of annoyance from Black who decides to hurriedly reach for a steel chair and finish this once and for all. As he waits for Shipman to rise to his feet, the crowd takes a deep breath. Shipman spins around and seems a lot more alert than we were led to believe... Black swings wildly at Shipman's head but the Psycho ducks forward and ends up behind Black, grabbing the half empty fire extinguisher from the floor and turning himself to swing for Black, who himself ducks and again swings for Shipman with the chair... he ducks! Shipman then throws the fire extinguisher towards Black's face like a shot putter, quickly grabbing a second steel chair as Black dodges the flying object and charges the Grand Slam winner with a blood curdling scream... Black manages to move in the nick of time, dropping to his knee's and driving his own chair into the side of Shipman's left knee, causing him to a knelt position. Almost instantly, Black jumps up and drives his steel chair down into Shipman's skull with full force. Shipman drops to the floor like somebody who has just been decapitated, wearing the steel chair like a head vice. The crowd whoops and hollers in amazement
Duff: HOLY CRAP! HOLY CRAP!
Tex: SHIPMAN'S OUT OF IT! HE'S OUT COLD!
'Honest' Hal Smith spots the trickle of claret streaming down from a gaping wound in Shipman's forehead and dashes back to call for the bell. Black watches over Shipman without a hint of emotion etched on his cold face. As the bell rings and Hal Smith calls for some medical help, Black disappears through the crowd as "Black Sabbath" rings out through the PA speakers
Tex: This one's over! It was close.. but after a back and forth slug fest, Black's outsmarted Shipman and split him wide open!
Duff: Whatever brain cells Shipman had left... they're gone!
EMT's rush past the ring and follow the trail of destruction through the crowd to find Shipman stone cold out of it. They slowly remove the chair from around his head and begin their work to try and revive him. He could be brain-damaged after that sickening chair shot from Black. Then again... since when has Shipman not been brain damaged? As the medical team begin to get some signs of life from The Psycho, we cut to a commercial
Winner: Erik Black
The scene cuts back from commercial as we see Stacy Kissinger talking on a cell phone.
Stacy: Ya, ya John, I heard what that oversized pup said ‘bout me out there. And even though I’ve got issues of my own with Jay, I’ll make sure that Bill doesn’t screw this night up. We don’t want to lose our fan base.
Stacy looks up from the phone to now see the AWA General Manager, Jay Gold, standing right in front of the desk with a stern look on his face.
Stacy: Just one sec John, k?
Stacy holds on to the receiver and looks up at Jay.
Stacy: Ya? Can’t ya see that we have big issues tonight here Jay?
Jay: I know all about Goth and Irons both being gone. To be honest, it’s for the best. I’m just amazed that Irons was able to put together a decent slate of matches for tonight. So I’ll give him some credit. Speaking OF credit Stace, where are these wrestlers that you have been promising me and the AWA fans?
Stacy: Funny ya should ask Jay. I have one here fer you and everyone else to meet tonight. And two more fer next week. Anyways, still gonna put me in that match against Shipman?
Jay: I’ll wait to see what you have on the table here later tonight Stace.
Stacy: Ah, like a true businessman. Sexy businessman…
Stacy gives her cousin a flirtatious look as Jay turns away from the desk and walks out of the office. Stacy returns to the phone, to obviously resume speaking with John Irons.
Stacy: Sorry ‘bout that John. But as ya may have heard, I’ve got thangs covered.
The scene in the office slowly fades out to the ring.
The howl of a wolf then Wolf Moon by Type O Negative is heard as the lights dim. White pyros go off in the entrance and Fang steps out onto the state. The fans go crazy as the Man in Black walks out in a black silk shirt, black jeans and black sneakers. He walks down to the ring with the International title slung over his shoulder. The man in black slides into the ring and walks over to the corner. He motions of for a mic. Stormy Canyon hands the mic to him and her turns towards the camera
Duff: More verbal diarrhea from the International Champion. He won’t be though after tonight.
Tex: Don’t count your chickens before they’ve hatched, Duff, Fang has been the International Champion for over a month an a half now.
Fang waits, almost as if he’s waiting for Tex and Duff to finish their banter. The then puts the mic to his mouth.
Fang: Hello New Zealand. It’s wonderful to be here in the country where they filmed Hercules and Xena. I come to you tonight not to talk about myself. No I am here to talk about my opponent, Jason Stevens. I am here to talk about my match with him which will take place in the structure you see above.
The man in black points up to the construction being suspended above the ring. A big sadistic smile is on his face as he points up to it and then he pats the International title.
Fang: While he tries to reacquire this belt right here. A man who has never show one iota of focus thinks that he is going to step into one of the most dangerous structures known to man and take this belt from one of the most dangerous men in the business. Now he’s tried every way he could to convince me that I should let him beat me. He’s called me old and washed up. Well this old and washed up man has kicked his ass on more than one occasion. He said he’s doing me a favor in taking this belt. To clear my head for my future battle for the Universal title.
Tex: Which he earned by beating Dmitri in that insane No DQ match last week.
Fang: I’m even relatively sure he wanted to take me out sometime tonight with a sneak attack. Stevens, I know you’re back their thinking about the ways you can easily win this match without getting hurt too badly. I’m sure you’re crunching the num… I’m sure your SISTER is crunching the numbers and trying to figure out the best way to cheat for you. Once I have you inside this steel cage it isn’t going to matter. I’m going to deflate that ego of yours and take this one last and final chance to send you back to the level of curtain jerker, once and for all.
The fans cheer as Fang puts it all out there for them about Jason Stevens.
Duff: Jason Stevens is a talented member of the AWA Ros…
Fang: Tonight as the cage descends and the terror fills you, Jason. As you peer into these cold brown eyes and you see the intensity within them I hope you realize that you will never be on my level. You will never be a champion ever again and you will only end up broken by the BEAST…..
Crowd: WHO WILL BE KING
Fang smiles and nods at the crowd who seem to know the score here in Auckland, New Zealand. The Man in Black hands the Mic back to Stormy and walks back to the back as Wolf Moon blares over the PA Speakers.
The Crowd is going nuts as it’s time for Dmitri to go against Hank Henry III. First coming to the ring is Dmitri as Legacy in blood drowns out the sound of the fans, and Dmitri and his manager make their way to ringside paying no mention to the fans, they enter and await the man formerly know as Malvolio Kohut to enter the match.
Tex: This is going to be one hell of a match.
Duff: I can not disagree about that one.
And so Rolling by Soul Coughing hits the PA, and the entire song plays but nobody comes out, not even Chaplin Graves.
Tex Martin: Hank Henry must be taking his time.
Duff: Or he’s Chicken.
And the music plays again, but still no Chaplin or Hank Henry. Dmitri annoyed is talking into referee Richard Head’s ear, and again the whole song plays, so the play again and still no Hank Henry, the III
Tex: Where is Hank Henry?
Duff: Probably drunk.
And now there is just silence and confusion until Richard Head gets on the mic.
Head: As a result of a forfeit due to not showing, I am awarding this match to Dmitri
Tex: I guess that is one way to win a match.
Duff: Where the hell is Hank Henry?
Tex: Drinking at the losers bar?
Dmitri's music hits and he exits the ring after referee Richard Head raises his hand. Dmitri heads to the back as the scene switches to the back as we see John Irons looking into a mirror in a makeshift office. He sighs heavily as he begins to address everyone.
Irons: It saddens me to say this, however there has to be someone here that has to keep law and order. Because Hank Henry the III no showed at his match, and for his over binging on alcohol, he is FIRED!!
We hear the voice overs of Tex and Duff speaking.
Tex: What the hell!?
Duff: Wha....can he do that?
Tex: Yes he can. We may not like it, but hell...
Irons: Now that we have that out of the way, there is the little matter of the pup that would whimper. Since your brother isn't here tonight, any trivial crap you try to pull with the Family will result in me personally choosing specifically what match you will put your title up for at the Pay Per View. Now unless you want me to make you put the title up against a mirage of people, while handcuffed to an electrified fence, until you pass out. I suggest you obey like a good little puppy...
“Until The Day I Die” Hits the PA as Jay Gold comes out holding a mic.
Gold: John, John, hold up a second there. You can't do that.
Irons: Oh, and why is that Goldie Locks?
Gold: As General Manager of Insomnia I have the right to make matches around here, not you.
Irons: Really? Cause the way I see it, Gold I'm running things here, and since I am the CEO I can make you do whatever I want.
Gold: Still being a brute, and forcing your ways on others I see.
Irons: You know, there are some things that never change, Gold. Goth appointed me as his second in command, not you. It's just like it was back in the days of the GWA. You never could get over on me in our series. I was always one step ahead of you in every way. Now unless you want things to get ugly, like as in making you good with your cousin, I suggest you tuck your tail between your legs and head backstage and manage the wrestlers, and leave the important stuff to me.
Gold: I..You can't do that John.
Irons: Oh, then I'm sure you wouldn't mind holding up your end of the deal with Stacy then, since she got a contract with a wrestler, right here in this very ring tonight?
Gold: You haven't heard the last of this, Irons!
Jay gets red in the face, knowing have been foiled by the big man, and heads backstage as the scene changes to commercial.
Winner: Dmitri
The scene switches to the ring where Fang is about to defend his title against Jason Stevens.
Tex : Jason Stevens is once again facing off Fang for the International title! This should be a great match!
Duff: Of course, while Jason Stevens is all heart and soul, Fang has been on fire for quite awhile now. Will Jason be able to extinguish that fire or will Fang retain it?