Post by Press1269 on Feb 28, 2020 20:37:42 GMT
Torres: The following contest is your MAIN EVENT of the evening, scheduled for one fall or submission, and is for THE IPW TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP!!!
The lights dim and the sound of “I Miss The Misery” blares over the PA system. The fans get to their feet as the former Television Champion, Brianna Rissi makes her way out onto the ramp at a light bouncing skip. Her hair is hanging long, and she wears a lime green shirt with a black skull across the chest. Her short shorts are lime green and black plaid and her lime green socks reach her knees, with her signature skull sneakers with hot pink skulls on the side seem to glow. She pauses for a moment, before making her way down to the ring skipping, a slight malicious smile plastered to her face.
Torres: Introducing first, standing at five foot and weighing in at 103 pounds, hailing from Melbourne, Australia…she is BRIANNA RISSSIII!!!
Reaching ringside she merrily goes over to the stairs, and climbs them, and then enters the ring between the bottom and middle rope. Twirling, she goes to the center of the ring, grinning out into the crowd.
Nelson: Brianna Rissi seems recovered after that vicious powerbomb on the steel ring steps thanks to The BombTrax last show, but now she has a huge challenge in front of her to regain the Television Championship.
Crumb: It should be interesting to see how this all plays out considering she and Oliver Black have an Unholy Alliance.
Rose: Are you kidding me? This is for the gold crumb-bum! They can’t be worrying about alliances and that kind of crap!
Just then The lights in the arena go out, the crowd pops as the pitch black twinkles with the light of cell phones. A slow melodic chime of reassembling a child's jack in the box plays through the speakers. A few lights flicker on stage, a guitar, base and drums all chim in slowly keeping beat with the creepy chimes. But then all goes silent.
NIGHTMARE!
(Now your nightmare comes to life.)
With the opening scream of "Nightmare" by Avenged Sevenfold echoes through the arena. The Nightmare Oliver Black pops up from a hole in the stage. The crowd erupts as Black stands center stage, black paint smeared under his eyes, a black nightmare bandana covering the lower half of his face.
Torres: And making his way to the ring, standing at five foot ten and weighing in at 180 pounds, residing in Brooklyn, New York... He is the IPW TELEVISION CHAMPION, THE NIGHTMARE, OLIVER BLACKKKK!
With the announcement of his name the feathered shoulders of his entrance jacket burst open into a large pair of black wings and reveal the IPW Heavyweight Championship around his waist! Oliver stands there for a moment soaking in the crowd’s reaction, before making his way to the ring.
You should have known
The price of evil
And it hurts to know
That you belong here, yeah
Ooh, it's your fuckin' nightmare!
Nelson: Oliver Black has held onto that Television Championship for 223 days and faced all manner of challengers, but you have to believe that here tonight Brianna Rissi may very well be the greatest of these.
Crumb: After the war he and Jason Dave had at New Years, Who Dis? 2, I’m surprised that Oliver is being forced to defend again this quickly.
Rose: No rest for the champion, you know that. Besides, now we finally get to see if all the hype these two have been raising is for real…
Rissi and Oliver stand in opposite ends of the ring as the referee parades the IPW Television Championship around before moving to pass it outside, but Oliver stops her before she can complete the task and asks for two microphones. The referee looks confused as the ring attendant hands the mic’s up to Black, who tosses the championship over his shoulder and steps to the center of the ring where Rissi joins him. He hands her one of the mics, and the fans begin to buzz with uneasiness as the two stare out into the crowd in bemusement.
Brianna turns to Oliver with a slight sneer as she raises the microphone up to her lips and faces the crowd.
Brianna Rissi: Last week, I was forced to face one of the biggest icons in wrestling history. Last week, I was forced to view someone I care about as a target, rather than a friend. Last week, I was forced to take on one of my few allies here on Chaos, Love Hurts, and let me tell you, it truly was painful. NO one wants to look into the eyes of someone they love, and attempt to harm them in any way. It's sickening and made me feel like a scumbag after the match was over. Jason kept reassuring me all week that our friendship would not be damaged due to one match. He promised me that no matter what became of the outcome of that heinous act, it wouldn’t affect our friendship. Because that is exactly what management is trying to do to me. They are trying to break me. They are trying to strip me of every single defense that I have, to leave me naked without some kind of shield. Let me tell you what though, instead of tearing the friendship I share with Jason Dave apart, it brought us closer together. Jason pulled me aside after the match, and told me as an unofficial big brother, that he has never been more proud of me than what I accomplished last week when I defeated him.
She struts around the ring, as irritation rings through her voice. Bewilderment enters as she then points over to her current opponent.
Brianna Rissi: Now, here we go again. This time, it’s my current Unholy Alliance Member, Oliver Black.
She waves her hand up in the air dramatically.
Brianna Rissi: They are once again trying to turn someone, someone who has outspokenly campaigned for me to earn a title shot against the currently missing World Champion, against me. They failed last week and so they are trying to up the stakes. They couldn’t break a friendship, so now they are trying to break up an alliance. One that was brittle before it formed, but over the weeks have become solidified. Brooklyn and Tapioca Joe KNOW that I’m coming for their precious World Title, and they are trying everything they can to create a case that states that I don’t deserve it. They know that Oliver is their best shot at stopping me for one of two reasons.
Brianna holds up one finger on her left hand.
Brianna Rissi: One, Oliver is undefeated against me in single matches. I stood up and gave him praise. He is the better competitor walking into this match, I won’t deny it. They are hoping that Oliver will defeat me and throw me back down the ladder to claim if I can’t beat the television champion, why do I deserve a shot at World?
She then holds up two fingers.
Brianna Rissi: And two? If I somehow pull off this miracle win and somehow defeat Oliver Black, then I’ll be forced to claim the Television Title, something I clearly do not want, and it will hinder my chances of getting a World Title Shot significantly. I’ll be so preoccupied to defend the title week after week that I won't have the time or the energy to focus on the World Title. Either way management wins. So what is a girl to do? What is the point of subjecting my body to brutal brutality when the outcome is going to remain the same?!
She looks over to Oliver.
Brianna Rissi: What’s a girl to do?
Oliver Black reaches a hand out in pause before lifting his microphone to his lips.
Oliver Black: What she does is says… NO! She makes the choice to no longer play by THEIR rules!
Oliver points towards management behind the curtain.
Oliver Black: She makes a choice to no longer play THEIR game! For months this company and its management tried to hold me down, tried to make me look dumb, make me look less than! And for months I changed the game! I played by MY RULES and made my own path! I got to where I am today, became the longest reigning champion in this company's history not because of Joshua Samson, Tapioca Joe and definitely not because of Brooklyn Halloway! But because of ME! Because I executed MY plan and forced THEIR hand until they had NO CHOICE but to acknowledge me!
If Brooklyn Halloway had it her way it would have been Stasi Herveaux a top the throne all of those months, and not me! If management had it their way it would be Mike Mason out her headlining week after week and NOT ME! And yet here… I… stand! And have no one to thank but ME!
Oliver looked at Brianna and smirked an evil grin.
Oliver Black: And that is exactly what Brianna Rissi, what the Unholy Alliance is doing… TONIGHT!
Just as Oliver finishes his words The BombTrax suddenly appear on the ring apron behind the Unholy Alliance, having somehow eluded security and making their way through the crowd. The fans uproar signals Oliver and Brianna that something is amiss, and they both turn around just in time to see the two men barreling down on them. Youth dives at Brianna, taking her down to the ground and laying in right hands as Press clocks Oliver with a clothesline that drops the Television Champion.
Nelson: GOODNESS GRACIOUS! DOES THIS NEVER END?!?
Crumb: Not while these two hooligans and their boss lady continue to go unchecked! I mean...they just left a huge brawl moments ago and now they are already in another one!
Press reaches down and yanks Oliver to his feet, getting a fist full of The Nightmare's hair and runs him towards the nearby corner face first. Oliver, however, manages to get his boot out in front of him to stop the momentum, and after a few elbow strikes to the gut, it's Press's skull that's driven into the turnbuckle.
On the other side of the ring Rissi covers up as Youth reigns fists down on her, but manages to get her knee wedged between herself and the man's body. Kicking out violently she manages to knock him off of her and scrambles to her feet. She falls back into the corner opposite of where Black and Press are doing battle, and as Youth comes rushing back in at her she side steps the man and delivers a drop toe hold that sends him face first down into the middle turnbuckle!
CRUMB: LOOK AT THIS! THE UNHOLY ALLIANCE HAVE TURNED THE TABLES!
Rose: For the moment...
Nelson: Either way, Black has just opened up with multiple strikes on the big man in his corner, while Rissi has just taken the second turnbuckle and is hammering fists down into Youth's unprotected skull in hers!
The pummeling continues until Press puts on of his mitten like hands right in Black's face and gives him a shove backwards that causes him to stumble several feet away. He shakes the cobwebs and takes a step out of the corner when Oliver suddenly bursts forward, stepping up onto the big man's thigh, and driving his knee square into his face for a devastating shining wizard.
Nelson: THE NIGHTMARE WITH WE ARE THE WITCHES TO PRESS AND KNOCKS HIM RIGHT BACK INTO THAT CORNER!
Crumb: YEAH, AND ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE RING RISSI JUST NAILED YOUTH WITH HER BULLDOG!
Rose: Brianna is pulling Youth back over to the corner, and now she's looking over her shoulder at Black...what are they going to do?
Oliver spies how Rissi is doing on her end of the ring, and after seeing her give him the same look, both competitors nod in unison. Grabbing their respective rivals by the wrist, they both pull with all their might, not letting go until the last second, to Irish whip The BombTrax right into one another. Poor Youth is mowed down by the momentum of the much larger Press, who doesn't go down, but instead runs right into a spinning heel kick by Rissi. The big man strikes the canvas, and quickly makes a roll over to the ropes to try and get to his feet. His partner must have thought the same thing, because they end up side by side when they rise, only for The Unholy Alliance to come barreling in to send them right up and over the top rope with dual clotheslines.
Nelson: MY GOODNESS! THE BOMBTRAX HAVE BEEN EJECTED FROM THE RING BY THE UNHOLY ALLIANCE!
Crumb: That's right! Thanks for coming invaders, and see you bye!
Rose: See you bye? What the hell are you talking about?
Nelson: Crumb-Bum is just excited that not only once, but twice tonight someone has stepped up to the plate and knocked these interlopers out of an IPW ring!
The BombTrax try and gather one another on the outside of the ring near the ramp while Rissi and Black stand tall in the ring, stalking back and forth to a huge ovation from the crowd. Rissi beckons for the two men to give it another go and Oliver sits on the middle rope, inviting them back into the ring for more. Press is fuming on the outside, but when he takes a step back in that direction his partner throws himself in front of him, placing both hands on the big man's chest. They begin to argue a bit as the Unholy Alliance continue to taunt the two men while Press casts a dangerous stare at both.
Suddenly, the screen at the top of the stage flickers to life, drawing everyone, including the four superstar's, attention. A camera view from behind Jason Dave and Scott Wilson comes into view as the two men stalk down a hallway leading to a door with a plaque that reads 'General Manager'. Dave all but bursts the door open with his boot, and the camera picks up a startled Tapioca Joe looking up from papers laid out on his desk. The grizzled veteran lets the pen in his hand drop to the desk and leans back in his chair to cross his arms over his chest, bushy grey eyebrows lifting at the intrusion.
Tapioca Joe: Gentlemen?
Scott Wilson falls back into a seat in front of the General Manager's desk and stares off in the corner with a look of dejection on his face, while Jason Dave stalks back and forth at the back of the room, obviously steaming. Finally he crosses the room to stand in front of Joe's desk, slamming both hands down on the front and leaning across it.
Jason Dave: This is bullshit, Tap, and you know it! These people have been allowed to invade IPW and Brooklyn Holloway has done nothing. NOTHING!
Tap continues to give Jason a grim eye as the man looks to be on the verge of unraveling.
Jason Dave: They've led backstage attacks, beat people down, cheated, and have tried to intimidate every person on this roster. Look at what they did just last show to Astrid Samson! While I may not have a great deal of love for the woman, that's too far by anyone's standards! Those two thugs, The BombTrax, have even been allowed to walk around here with some fake belts they had mocked up claiming to be the IPW Tag Team Champions!
Jason shakes his head in disgust, clearly having had enough of this sham.
Jason Dave: Where the hell is Holloway? Where...
Jason stares hard at the man across the desk.
Jason Dave: Where the hell are you?
The question causes Tap's expression to soften, and he unfolds his arms to rest his hands clasped on the desk in front of him.
Tapioca Joe: Jason, do you have a suggestion? I'm all ears.
Wilson shifts in his seat and perks up at that question, casting a glance at Dave before looking back over at Joe. Dave raises up off the desk, and it's his turn to cross his arms over his chest.
Jason Dave: I say if they are going to walk around here with those belts and IPW management isn't going to announce anything to the contrary, then they should have to defend them...and I know two guys primed and ready to take it off them!
Wilson suddenly stands up, placing a reassuring hand on Dave's shoulder, and the two men nod to one another before looking back to Tap for his answer. The old goat leans back into his seat as if in thought, and then his bushy mustache turns up with a slight smile and a sparkle in his eye.
Tapioca Joe: It's settled then. Next Chaos, it will be Jason Dave & Scott Wilson versus The BombTrax for the IPW Tag Team Championships.
Out in the arena the crowd explodes as Jason Dave and Scott Wilson nod in confidence while Tapioca picks up his pen and starts writing up the contract. The scene suddenly cuts back to inside the arena where The BombTrax are halfway up the ramp watching their fate unfold. Youth stands with his hands on his hips and shaking his head in disbelief while Press takes a few steps forwards yelling obscenities even though the two men can't hear them through the screen. When they turn back towards ringside they find Brianna Rissi pointing and laughing at them while Oliver Black sneers, lifting his Television Championship up towards them as if to say 'Cheers'.
Nelson: You heard it here first folks! Next Chaos we will see the IPW Tag Team Championships defended, whether The BombTrax like it or not!
Crumb: I tell you what guys....it's so nice to see egg on their faces for a change.
Rose: I have to admit...this changes things for them. They can't just walk around saying they are the champs without having some repercussions.
Press gives the Unholy Alliance one more look like he might actually want to head back down to the ring before waving them off and turning to stalk towards the back. Youth follows under a chorus of boo's at the cowardly act, while Brianna Rissi takes a turnbuckle and plays up to the crowd and Oliver Black continues to hold his championship high in their direction.
Nelson: Folks, that is all the time we have here tonight...make sure to tune in two weeks time for the next installment of Chaos. Goodnight!
The lights dim and the sound of “I Miss The Misery” blares over the PA system. The fans get to their feet as the former Television Champion, Brianna Rissi makes her way out onto the ramp at a light bouncing skip. Her hair is hanging long, and she wears a lime green shirt with a black skull across the chest. Her short shorts are lime green and black plaid and her lime green socks reach her knees, with her signature skull sneakers with hot pink skulls on the side seem to glow. She pauses for a moment, before making her way down to the ring skipping, a slight malicious smile plastered to her face.
Torres: Introducing first, standing at five foot and weighing in at 103 pounds, hailing from Melbourne, Australia…she is BRIANNA RISSSIII!!!
Reaching ringside she merrily goes over to the stairs, and climbs them, and then enters the ring between the bottom and middle rope. Twirling, she goes to the center of the ring, grinning out into the crowd.
Nelson: Brianna Rissi seems recovered after that vicious powerbomb on the steel ring steps thanks to The BombTrax last show, but now she has a huge challenge in front of her to regain the Television Championship.
Crumb: It should be interesting to see how this all plays out considering she and Oliver Black have an Unholy Alliance.
Rose: Are you kidding me? This is for the gold crumb-bum! They can’t be worrying about alliances and that kind of crap!
Just then The lights in the arena go out, the crowd pops as the pitch black twinkles with the light of cell phones. A slow melodic chime of reassembling a child's jack in the box plays through the speakers. A few lights flicker on stage, a guitar, base and drums all chim in slowly keeping beat with the creepy chimes. But then all goes silent.
NIGHTMARE!
(Now your nightmare comes to life.)
With the opening scream of "Nightmare" by Avenged Sevenfold echoes through the arena. The Nightmare Oliver Black pops up from a hole in the stage. The crowd erupts as Black stands center stage, black paint smeared under his eyes, a black nightmare bandana covering the lower half of his face.
Torres: And making his way to the ring, standing at five foot ten and weighing in at 180 pounds, residing in Brooklyn, New York... He is the IPW TELEVISION CHAMPION, THE NIGHTMARE, OLIVER BLACKKKK!
With the announcement of his name the feathered shoulders of his entrance jacket burst open into a large pair of black wings and reveal the IPW Heavyweight Championship around his waist! Oliver stands there for a moment soaking in the crowd’s reaction, before making his way to the ring.
You should have known
The price of evil
And it hurts to know
That you belong here, yeah
Ooh, it's your fuckin' nightmare!
Nelson: Oliver Black has held onto that Television Championship for 223 days and faced all manner of challengers, but you have to believe that here tonight Brianna Rissi may very well be the greatest of these.
Crumb: After the war he and Jason Dave had at New Years, Who Dis? 2, I’m surprised that Oliver is being forced to defend again this quickly.
Rose: No rest for the champion, you know that. Besides, now we finally get to see if all the hype these two have been raising is for real…
Rissi and Oliver stand in opposite ends of the ring as the referee parades the IPW Television Championship around before moving to pass it outside, but Oliver stops her before she can complete the task and asks for two microphones. The referee looks confused as the ring attendant hands the mic’s up to Black, who tosses the championship over his shoulder and steps to the center of the ring where Rissi joins him. He hands her one of the mics, and the fans begin to buzz with uneasiness as the two stare out into the crowd in bemusement.
Brianna turns to Oliver with a slight sneer as she raises the microphone up to her lips and faces the crowd.
Brianna Rissi: Last week, I was forced to face one of the biggest icons in wrestling history. Last week, I was forced to view someone I care about as a target, rather than a friend. Last week, I was forced to take on one of my few allies here on Chaos, Love Hurts, and let me tell you, it truly was painful. NO one wants to look into the eyes of someone they love, and attempt to harm them in any way. It's sickening and made me feel like a scumbag after the match was over. Jason kept reassuring me all week that our friendship would not be damaged due to one match. He promised me that no matter what became of the outcome of that heinous act, it wouldn’t affect our friendship. Because that is exactly what management is trying to do to me. They are trying to break me. They are trying to strip me of every single defense that I have, to leave me naked without some kind of shield. Let me tell you what though, instead of tearing the friendship I share with Jason Dave apart, it brought us closer together. Jason pulled me aside after the match, and told me as an unofficial big brother, that he has never been more proud of me than what I accomplished last week when I defeated him.
She struts around the ring, as irritation rings through her voice. Bewilderment enters as she then points over to her current opponent.
Brianna Rissi: Now, here we go again. This time, it’s my current Unholy Alliance Member, Oliver Black.
She waves her hand up in the air dramatically.
Brianna Rissi: They are once again trying to turn someone, someone who has outspokenly campaigned for me to earn a title shot against the currently missing World Champion, against me. They failed last week and so they are trying to up the stakes. They couldn’t break a friendship, so now they are trying to break up an alliance. One that was brittle before it formed, but over the weeks have become solidified. Brooklyn and Tapioca Joe KNOW that I’m coming for their precious World Title, and they are trying everything they can to create a case that states that I don’t deserve it. They know that Oliver is their best shot at stopping me for one of two reasons.
Brianna holds up one finger on her left hand.
Brianna Rissi: One, Oliver is undefeated against me in single matches. I stood up and gave him praise. He is the better competitor walking into this match, I won’t deny it. They are hoping that Oliver will defeat me and throw me back down the ladder to claim if I can’t beat the television champion, why do I deserve a shot at World?
She then holds up two fingers.
Brianna Rissi: And two? If I somehow pull off this miracle win and somehow defeat Oliver Black, then I’ll be forced to claim the Television Title, something I clearly do not want, and it will hinder my chances of getting a World Title Shot significantly. I’ll be so preoccupied to defend the title week after week that I won't have the time or the energy to focus on the World Title. Either way management wins. So what is a girl to do? What is the point of subjecting my body to brutal brutality when the outcome is going to remain the same?!
She looks over to Oliver.
Brianna Rissi: What’s a girl to do?
Oliver Black reaches a hand out in pause before lifting his microphone to his lips.
Oliver Black: What she does is says… NO! She makes the choice to no longer play by THEIR rules!
Oliver points towards management behind the curtain.
Oliver Black: She makes a choice to no longer play THEIR game! For months this company and its management tried to hold me down, tried to make me look dumb, make me look less than! And for months I changed the game! I played by MY RULES and made my own path! I got to where I am today, became the longest reigning champion in this company's history not because of Joshua Samson, Tapioca Joe and definitely not because of Brooklyn Halloway! But because of ME! Because I executed MY plan and forced THEIR hand until they had NO CHOICE but to acknowledge me!
If Brooklyn Halloway had it her way it would have been Stasi Herveaux a top the throne all of those months, and not me! If management had it their way it would be Mike Mason out her headlining week after week and NOT ME! And yet here… I… stand! And have no one to thank but ME!
Oliver looked at Brianna and smirked an evil grin.
Oliver Black: And that is exactly what Brianna Rissi, what the Unholy Alliance is doing… TONIGHT!
Just as Oliver finishes his words The BombTrax suddenly appear on the ring apron behind the Unholy Alliance, having somehow eluded security and making their way through the crowd. The fans uproar signals Oliver and Brianna that something is amiss, and they both turn around just in time to see the two men barreling down on them. Youth dives at Brianna, taking her down to the ground and laying in right hands as Press clocks Oliver with a clothesline that drops the Television Champion.
Nelson: GOODNESS GRACIOUS! DOES THIS NEVER END?!?
Crumb: Not while these two hooligans and their boss lady continue to go unchecked! I mean...they just left a huge brawl moments ago and now they are already in another one!
Press reaches down and yanks Oliver to his feet, getting a fist full of The Nightmare's hair and runs him towards the nearby corner face first. Oliver, however, manages to get his boot out in front of him to stop the momentum, and after a few elbow strikes to the gut, it's Press's skull that's driven into the turnbuckle.
On the other side of the ring Rissi covers up as Youth reigns fists down on her, but manages to get her knee wedged between herself and the man's body. Kicking out violently she manages to knock him off of her and scrambles to her feet. She falls back into the corner opposite of where Black and Press are doing battle, and as Youth comes rushing back in at her she side steps the man and delivers a drop toe hold that sends him face first down into the middle turnbuckle!
CRUMB: LOOK AT THIS! THE UNHOLY ALLIANCE HAVE TURNED THE TABLES!
Rose: For the moment...
Nelson: Either way, Black has just opened up with multiple strikes on the big man in his corner, while Rissi has just taken the second turnbuckle and is hammering fists down into Youth's unprotected skull in hers!
The pummeling continues until Press puts on of his mitten like hands right in Black's face and gives him a shove backwards that causes him to stumble several feet away. He shakes the cobwebs and takes a step out of the corner when Oliver suddenly bursts forward, stepping up onto the big man's thigh, and driving his knee square into his face for a devastating shining wizard.
Nelson: THE NIGHTMARE WITH WE ARE THE WITCHES TO PRESS AND KNOCKS HIM RIGHT BACK INTO THAT CORNER!
Crumb: YEAH, AND ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE RING RISSI JUST NAILED YOUTH WITH HER BULLDOG!
Rose: Brianna is pulling Youth back over to the corner, and now she's looking over her shoulder at Black...what are they going to do?
Oliver spies how Rissi is doing on her end of the ring, and after seeing her give him the same look, both competitors nod in unison. Grabbing their respective rivals by the wrist, they both pull with all their might, not letting go until the last second, to Irish whip The BombTrax right into one another. Poor Youth is mowed down by the momentum of the much larger Press, who doesn't go down, but instead runs right into a spinning heel kick by Rissi. The big man strikes the canvas, and quickly makes a roll over to the ropes to try and get to his feet. His partner must have thought the same thing, because they end up side by side when they rise, only for The Unholy Alliance to come barreling in to send them right up and over the top rope with dual clotheslines.
Nelson: MY GOODNESS! THE BOMBTRAX HAVE BEEN EJECTED FROM THE RING BY THE UNHOLY ALLIANCE!
Crumb: That's right! Thanks for coming invaders, and see you bye!
Rose: See you bye? What the hell are you talking about?
Nelson: Crumb-Bum is just excited that not only once, but twice tonight someone has stepped up to the plate and knocked these interlopers out of an IPW ring!
The BombTrax try and gather one another on the outside of the ring near the ramp while Rissi and Black stand tall in the ring, stalking back and forth to a huge ovation from the crowd. Rissi beckons for the two men to give it another go and Oliver sits on the middle rope, inviting them back into the ring for more. Press is fuming on the outside, but when he takes a step back in that direction his partner throws himself in front of him, placing both hands on the big man's chest. They begin to argue a bit as the Unholy Alliance continue to taunt the two men while Press casts a dangerous stare at both.
Suddenly, the screen at the top of the stage flickers to life, drawing everyone, including the four superstar's, attention. A camera view from behind Jason Dave and Scott Wilson comes into view as the two men stalk down a hallway leading to a door with a plaque that reads 'General Manager'. Dave all but bursts the door open with his boot, and the camera picks up a startled Tapioca Joe looking up from papers laid out on his desk. The grizzled veteran lets the pen in his hand drop to the desk and leans back in his chair to cross his arms over his chest, bushy grey eyebrows lifting at the intrusion.
Tapioca Joe: Gentlemen?
Scott Wilson falls back into a seat in front of the General Manager's desk and stares off in the corner with a look of dejection on his face, while Jason Dave stalks back and forth at the back of the room, obviously steaming. Finally he crosses the room to stand in front of Joe's desk, slamming both hands down on the front and leaning across it.
Jason Dave: This is bullshit, Tap, and you know it! These people have been allowed to invade IPW and Brooklyn Holloway has done nothing. NOTHING!
Tap continues to give Jason a grim eye as the man looks to be on the verge of unraveling.
Jason Dave: They've led backstage attacks, beat people down, cheated, and have tried to intimidate every person on this roster. Look at what they did just last show to Astrid Samson! While I may not have a great deal of love for the woman, that's too far by anyone's standards! Those two thugs, The BombTrax, have even been allowed to walk around here with some fake belts they had mocked up claiming to be the IPW Tag Team Champions!
Jason shakes his head in disgust, clearly having had enough of this sham.
Jason Dave: Where the hell is Holloway? Where...
Jason stares hard at the man across the desk.
Jason Dave: Where the hell are you?
The question causes Tap's expression to soften, and he unfolds his arms to rest his hands clasped on the desk in front of him.
Tapioca Joe: Jason, do you have a suggestion? I'm all ears.
Wilson shifts in his seat and perks up at that question, casting a glance at Dave before looking back over at Joe. Dave raises up off the desk, and it's his turn to cross his arms over his chest.
Jason Dave: I say if they are going to walk around here with those belts and IPW management isn't going to announce anything to the contrary, then they should have to defend them...and I know two guys primed and ready to take it off them!
Wilson suddenly stands up, placing a reassuring hand on Dave's shoulder, and the two men nod to one another before looking back to Tap for his answer. The old goat leans back into his seat as if in thought, and then his bushy mustache turns up with a slight smile and a sparkle in his eye.
Tapioca Joe: It's settled then. Next Chaos, it will be Jason Dave & Scott Wilson versus The BombTrax for the IPW Tag Team Championships.
Out in the arena the crowd explodes as Jason Dave and Scott Wilson nod in confidence while Tapioca picks up his pen and starts writing up the contract. The scene suddenly cuts back to inside the arena where The BombTrax are halfway up the ramp watching their fate unfold. Youth stands with his hands on his hips and shaking his head in disbelief while Press takes a few steps forwards yelling obscenities even though the two men can't hear them through the screen. When they turn back towards ringside they find Brianna Rissi pointing and laughing at them while Oliver Black sneers, lifting his Television Championship up towards them as if to say 'Cheers'.
Nelson: You heard it here first folks! Next Chaos we will see the IPW Tag Team Championships defended, whether The BombTrax like it or not!
Crumb: I tell you what guys....it's so nice to see egg on their faces for a change.
Rose: I have to admit...this changes things for them. They can't just walk around saying they are the champs without having some repercussions.
Press gives the Unholy Alliance one more look like he might actually want to head back down to the ring before waving them off and turning to stalk towards the back. Youth follows under a chorus of boo's at the cowardly act, while Brianna Rissi takes a turnbuckle and plays up to the crowd and Oliver Black continues to hold his championship high in their direction.
Nelson: Folks, that is all the time we have here tonight...make sure to tune in two weeks time for the next installment of Chaos. Goodnight!