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Gregg Scott Vincent showed tremendous poise over the past few weeks, by going head to head with some of jOlt’s premiere superstars such as, Rune Winters, Sylo, and Ray Chavez. Of course, he was defeated in all three of those matches, hell GSV had only won just one match, since he debuted in jOlt. Though, he shrugged off the negativity, as he always did, and walked down the halls in the Arena of Champions, here in Orlando, Florida, grinning the entire time; it was starting to be a trend each week. But he entered the lobby of the arena and scanned the area. The concession stand was in sight and since his stomach was empty, he walked over to it, and took a quick glance at the menu hanging over the window. There were several items listed, but only one satisfied his mind. “Hook me up with a Philly Cheese Steak man and some fries.” he told the employee behind the counter. “Add a water too.” he added. “Sure thing, Gregg!” replied the young adult, realizing who stood before him. As the young man mixed up the proper ingredients to make the sandwich GSV desired, his eyes drifted to the monitor to his left. Replays of Warriors flashed on the screen causing a bigger smile to emerge from his mouth, as a recap of his title shot against Sylo was on the air, for all the fans to watch again. “That was a good fight man!” Gregg turned around, confused, as he spotted Kayden Paulton dressed in a pair of shorts and a tight muscle shirt. GSV nodded his head at Kayden and smiled, it was the first time one of his co-workers actually admired his work in the ring. “Thanks bud, I appreciate it.” he told Kayden, who sipped on his soda through a straw, “You can look forward to a rematch in a couple of months. After going up against the Champ, I realized what it takes to get shit done around here.” Kayden smiled, happy as he always was, and replied back while wiping some soda residue off of his mouth. “I know what you mean man! I’ve been working hard in the gym too, trying to beef up, and improve my skills. I sometimes get lost in the process, though.” he said, taking another drink. The Resilient Warrior flashed his eyes behind the counter, but his order had yet to be filled. He turned his attention back to Kayden and patted him on the shoulder a couple of times. “Well I’ll tell you what, bud. I hit the gym early in the mornings and I need a good sparring partner. I can teach you a few things in the process, that might help your game, and maybe we can turn you into a warrior. What do you think?” Gregg asked with his eyes darting from the concession stand and to Kayden, simultaneously. “THAT WOULD BE AWSOME!” he bellowed out of excitement, “When do we start!?!” GSV laughed, “First thing in the morning. We’ll meet at the gym down the street and stretch, then we’ll run several miles. We’ll get some breakfast and then hit the gym. I usually start my sparring sessions around ten.” “Thanks a bunch, Gregg. I’ll see you in the morning!” he yelled and anxiously ran off in the opposite direction. “Nice guy, eh?” he said, as he turned around and collected his food. He handed the man a ten dollar bill and advised the guy to keep the change, while the Intense cameras faded to another location 
Cameras went backstage where the lovely Veronica Aromadeus was shown watching iNtense on one of the flat screens set up backstage for viewing of the show as talent and staff move about during its broadcast."Damien Lee doesn't showcase the Starlets enough. I think it's time I have a little talk with him about getting some matches booked because I'd love to give Aria a rival to make her being champion mean something." Aroma turned to head for the skybox, when her progress was halted. "Hey babe, where you off to in such a hurry?" Jonathan Conspiracy. After failing to capture the jOlt Championship as well as the #1 contendership for the Glory PPV, he was once again back on jOlt Television but from the looks of it there would be no "gold digging" this week. Aroma looked up at her man and responded. "Hey babe to you too. I'm on my way to Damien Lee's office to see if I could get a match tonight. Aria Murphy needs some competition and I think it's time that I get back to doing what I love. I need to be a part of the "Action!"." Conspiracy put his arm around his wife, and smiled. "What are we waiting for, let's get you to the Skybox to see Mr. Lee!" Conspiracy and Aroma made their way past the camera en route to the Skybox as iNtense moved elsewhere in the arena.
KNOCK!
KNOCK! KNOCK! The camera panned in backstage, where a backstage attendant was caught knocking on Gregg Scott Vincent’s door to his dressing room. The fans watched, anxiously waiting for GSV to answer the call, but no one was home. The young man, with a jOlt badge hanging around his neck, turned around. BUMP! “What are you doing?” The attendant ran into The Resilient Warrior, who had a mouth full of steak in his mouth. He swallowed it and followed up with a drink of water to wash it down. He wiped his mouth and tossed the remnants of his supper in a nearby trash can before looking back down at the young man as he stood in silence. “Um…can I help you man?” he asked again, picking at the attendants brain. “Oh, sorry…this is my first day and MAN your ripped!” he stated. “Hard work my friend, lots of hard work. But what’s up? Why are you at my door?” Gregg asked again, curious as the young man stood in front of him. “Oh right! Mr. Lee sent me and wanted me to ask you something…” Gregg folded his arms and tapped his foot, waiting patiently for the young man to continue. “He wants to know if you want Cordova in an underground match tonight? He said, he’ll repay the favor in the future. He just needs you to go out there and entertain the fans.” the young attendant explained. GSV grinned, like he did on occasions, or almost every occasion I should say. “Hell yeah! I owe Cordova an ass beating.” the Warrior exclaimed, “When’s the match?” “Right now!” Gregg quickly pulled his shirt over his head, normally he would have ripped it in half, but since it was one of his Packers Tees, he decided not to rip it up. But The Resilient Warrior was overwhelmed with excitement at the thought of going up against The Latin Thug, because of the events that occurred over a month back, when Cordova beat GSV and Sanchez Cano in a number one contender match for the Flyweight Championship Title. It was the perfect solution to filling the void on Intense and Damien Lee knew it. “Tell Damien to kick back and enjoy the show, daddy got his back.” GSV turned and power walked through the halls, towards the entrance, as the Intense cameras would now go ringside.  Cordova vs. Gregg Scott Vincent   
“Warrior” by Volbeat. Hell fucking yeah, bitches! Gregg Scott Vincent darted through the curtains, with the jOlt maniacs roaring with cheers, as he hurried to the ring. Brad barely had time to introduce the Resilient Warrior because he was in a hurry to get things done, as he slid into the ring, and charged at Cordova with the fans riding behind him the entire time. Both men battled it out with overhand punches, but Gregg, being the bigger of the two, overpowered Cordova, forcing him into the ropes. He clutched the Latin Thug’s wrist and whipped him into the opposing ropes. Cordova repelled and GSV met him center-ring with a flying shoulder to the chin. Both men quickly hopped back up, almost at the same time, but Gregg continued with the early advantage with some more overhand punches. Cordova would be forced into the ropes again and once he was, Gregg sent him up and over the top rope with a standing clothesline. The fans were relentless, as GSV threw both arms up in the air, and then pounded his chest with his right fist awe-inspring the crowd. Usually, after a fast start, such as this match, Gregg would already be gasping for air, but The Resilient Warrior was debuting his hard work in the gym and he looked to be in better shape than what we had witnessed in previous weeks. GSV quickly stepped through the ropes and jumped off the apron as Cordova was getting to his knees. The Latin Thug hit Gregg with a low blow and now had some momentum. Cordova hit Gregg with a couple of right fist, followed by an Irish whip into the steel steps causing a loud thud to echo throughout the Arena of Champions. Cordova walked over to the barricade that separated the fans from the ring and grabbed one of the fans steel chairs with the intention of ending this match early, but what he didn’t realize was that Gregg Scott Vincent was already back on his feet. He turned around with the steel chair positioned in front of his face. The GSV KICK! The thrusting jump kick sent the chair crashing into Cordova’s face and both, the steel chair, and Cordova went over the barricade. Gregg jumped over it and hovered over Cordova. “Yeah bitch! Not so fucking tough one on one!” he stated, referring to their previous match one month ago. Gregg picked up Cordova and hurled him over the barricade once more and was quick to follow, behind him. The former number one contender for the Flyweight Championship was dazed and confused as GSV picked him up. He hooked Cordova’s arm and lifted him into the air, sending him belly first into the barricade. Gregg grabbed a hold of his mask and began shouting in his face, as The Latin Thug winced in pain. “SUCK IT NUMNUTS!” The fans cheered for GSV, while he pounded Cordova’s face into the barricade as he laid on the top of it. One! Two! Three! Four Five! Five times, GSV pounded Cordova’s face into the barricade. Cordova rolled off the barricade and Gregg picked him up, helping him back into the ring. Determined to end the match early, GSV slid in behind The Latin Thug and stalked him like a lion stalks his prey. Moments later, as Cordova slowly stood up. Stiff Kick. Followed by… The GSV STUNNER! In wrestling terms it would be called the whipper snapper, but in GSV terms it was called The GSV Stunner, and it was another version of the stone cold stunner, but GSV executed it perfectly. He would now cover The Latin Thug. ONE! TWO! THREE!  Referee Simon Boulder signaled for the bell and as it rang, GSV peeled away from Cordova, satisfied with his performance. He jumped on the turnbuckle and pointed to the jOlt maniacs as they cheered enormously for The Resilient Warrior. Finally, Gregg Scott Vincent had won his second match in jOlt. It seemed all his hard work was paying diffidence. And now, jOlt cameras would go backstage as GSV parted the curtains. 
“The Russian Bombshell” Natalia walked down the long corridor headed to the locker rooms that housed the less fortunate (Meaning if you weren’t a champion or SVJ or a big name yet pretty much.) She stepped inside and immediately scrunched her nose up as she looked around but soon found what she was looking for. The Demon of Dublin stood, a mountain of a man, as Natalia approached with that award winning smile.“Demon! I’ve heard so much about you. I am Natalia. You may know me as the woman on “Superstar” Vince Jacobs arm,” She smiled and waited for a response but the giant Russian that chose to call Ireland home just stared at her. She cleared her throat and smiled again. “Anyway, I, too, am Russian and would love for you to come and chat with Vince and I. We’d love to learn more about you. You seem like a very powerful man who deserves more than, well,” She held her arms out beckoning to the whole room. “This.” she smiled again. Her teeth were pristine and completely straight. She was a gorgeous woman, the kind that could turn any head in a room, and even the giant in front of her had to appreciate that....or not have a pulse or working...uh...pipes. “SVJ?” The demon finally spoke. Natalia’s smile widened. “Dah,” She replied in Russian, which, you probably already knew meant yes in Russian. “So you’ll do us the pleasure of coming to our locker room?” She let a lone finger stroll down the massive chest of The Demon of Dublin. “Dah,” He replied. “Good! Please, come as soon as possible. Vince is very excited to meet you,” Natalia poked his chest playfully, winked, and turned around making a hasty exit. 
Cameras returned backstage and picked up Jonathan Conspiracy and Sweet Aroma as they neared the Skybox entrance and Damien Lee's office."Are you sure about this V?", asked Conspiracy; well aware of her injuries stemming from her time in Action! Wrestling and Legacy of Champions. "I'm sure Jonny. I have a clean bill of health now and I want to make a living inside the ring. The Starlet Division isn't getting the airtime that it should with the talent that is signed on to represent it, and I think I'm the keyto..." "Oh my god, it's Jonathan Conspiracy! Can I have your autograph?!" Jonathan Conspiracy and Sweet Aroma were now joined outside the Skybox by one half (or is it third) of the tag team champions, Ryan Gallway and he was flanked by his partners, Frank Silver and Mack Brody. The Heirs of Wrestling. Silver stepped in front of Gallway which prevented him from getting the autograph, that he may or may not have wanted. "Well if it isn't the man and the hoe!" Silver pointed at Aroma and Conspiracy respectively. "You two have been tweeting A LOT about us." Conspiracy went to step towards Silver, but Aroma jumped in front of him. "We don't have time for your little boy band, I'm here to get a match tonight. You three need to go back to the men's room and help each other um you know relieve yourselves." Aroma high fived Conspiracy as she screamed out "TAG!" and chuckled to herself. Conspiracy did his best to contain his amusement with his wife, as he turned his attention to the Tag Team Champions. "Fellas, fellas; you bring a new meaning to the term "threesome", but nevermind all that... I'm here in support of my wife, we didn't come here to fight, we just want a meeting with Damien Lee in regards to the Starlet Division." "Wait so you want to face Aria Murphy for the Starlet Championship tonight, I always knew you were a b-itch Jonathan," stated Silver. "I'll show you a b-itch Frankie," as Conspiracy pointed to Ryan, who was now being restrained by Mack. "Calm down Ry, I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself, because what I have to say just might interest you. I had no designs on the Tag Team Champions but I'm pretty sure I can find a partner and you guys can put those belts on the line against us in a match tonight." The Heirs of Wrestling huddled up to discuss whether or not they would accept the challenge from Conspiracy. They broke their huddle as Ryan spoke. "You're on! But we pick your partner." Conspiracy nodded in approval of their request. "You guys want to pick my partner, okay? Pick my partner, I'm pretty sure I could beat you with a broom stick as my partner. So go ahead... pick!" "Her!" Silver pointed at Sweet Aroma as he announced the Heirs selection. "You're on!" retorted Aroma, as her and Conspiracy backed away from the Skybox and the Heirs followed suit going in the opposite direction.  The Jury vs. Sweet, Sweet Lovin'  
“Serial Killa” by Snoop Dogg. And out form the back came none other than a team who came very close to winning the jOlt Tag Team Championships. Though they were victorious over the RingRats at The Countdown show and they hadn't been pinned in the fatal four way, The Jury were out for blood and possibly get another chance at the gold. “The following contest is scheduled for one fall! First, being accompanied to the ring by Duzza at a combined weight of 492 pounds, they are the team of Khadafi and Statuz Quo... THE JURY!” All three men were in the ring now, each of the bandanna-clad badasses looking out to the crowd while Duzza pointed to his charges, happy that they had a chance at success. Quo and Khadafi nodded at one another silently as they awaited their opponents. “Sweet Emotion” by Aerosmith. The lights in the arena flickered to shades of purple and green and the fans gave a very nice ovation to the next team coming out. The jOltron was showing an 8-bit GIF of a dancing JKJ followed by that of a dancing Sam Sweet and Lennox Love. And when the crowd popped, the threesome came out and with them, a pair of scantily-clad ladies. One a white buxom blonde wearing a purple leather top and pants with the other one, a mocha-colored firecracker smiling with a shiny red top with prints looking like peppermint candy. “And their opponents... being accompanied to the ring by Jon Katz, Jr, Sweet E. Pie, and the Candy Girl... at a combined weight of 554 pounds, they are the team of Sam Sweet and Lennox Love... SWEET... SWEET... LOVIN!” Arm in arm, Lennox Love took Love Bug and Sam Sweet had Sweet E. Pie with him and the fivesome (including JKJ) made their way to the ring. However Quo and Khadafi didn't look too happy to see this bullcrap. They were there to hurt somebody, not make the fans laugh and cheer for them. They were there to break necks and make money. JKJ, Pie, and Love Bug all walked arm in arm at ringside while Lennox and Sweet took in the warm reception from the fans. DING DING DING! Lennox Love did a little disco clap and a point for the fans in the crowd while Statuz Quo took off his bandanna, grumbling quietly. The Love Machine went in for a grapple, but The King of the South buried a knee in his gut early. A few jabs from Quo sent Love flying backwards in the corner and he followed that up with a few more right hands. “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” JKJ yelled at ringside along with both Sweet E. Pie, Candy Girl, and the fans. Quo shook his head in disbelief and buried a few more right hands into his head before attempting to whip Lennox. But the Love Machine turned the tables on him and sent him flying across the ring and when he bounced back he was taken down with a big Running Back Elbow! Quo bounced back to his feet while clutching his back, trying to swing at Love with a Clothesline, but Lennox ducked into a split! The King of the South bounced back into a Sit-out Hip Toss that drove him into the canvas! The Love Machine was on fire now as The King of the South started to sit back up to his feet, but out of nowhere he came back with a Sliding Clothesline! And with that, he went for the cover quickly. ONE! TWO! THR.. NO! Quo kicked out while Love was controlling the offense, but Quo ducked out of the ring. Lennox Love chased after him around the ring, running past Duzza as he made it back inside. Khadafi blind-tagged himself in and while Love was still distracted by Quo, he was CLOBBERED from behind with a Northern Lariat from Khadafi! “THAT'S WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU CROSS THE JURY!” Duzza pointed inside the ring as Khadafi stood over Love, grinding his boot in his face. Khadafi picked up Lennox Love by the head and tossed him into the corner face-first before he tagged in Quo. The two men went to work on Lennox Love, each twisting an arm before they kicked him in the face. They hit a double gut punch and a pair of HARSH Axe Handles to the small of his back! The Love Machine was in a very bad way now as he writhed around the canvas. Statuz Quo was now in control as he lifted him up by his afro and buried a couple more knees into his gut before he dumped him hard into the mat with a vicious Exploder Suplex! He remained prone on the canvas as Quo bounced off the ropes, did a little C-Walk, then STOMPED a big boot right down onto the head of Lennox Love, completing the A-TOWN STOMP! The crowd was all over the Jury member while Sam Sweet watched on, worried for his tag team partner. Lennox was forcefully pulled back to his feet again and was tagged again by Khadafi. The two men launched Love into the ropes and when he came back he was lifted and SPIKED hard with a Double Flapjack from the longest-reigning LoC Tag Team Champions! Khadafi turned him over again and the cover was attempted. ONE! TWO! THR... NO! Love was somehow able to kick out! Khadafi growled to the referee before he continued to clock Love with a couple of big right hands. JKJ, Pie, and Candy Girl were all clapping for him as the fans got a “LOVE MACHINE!” chant going for the charismatic high flyer. Again, another quick tag had been made to Statuz Quo and the two men launched him off the ropes where a Double Back Elbow put Love back on the canvas, followed by both men dropping a hard series of Elbow Drops to the chest. And Quo with the cover again. ONE! TWO! THR... KICK OUT! Lennox Love got the shoulder up, needing to fight his way out. Quo stayed on the assault and tried to pick away at Love as Sam Sweet remained on the canvas, the big man ready to come out and strike at a moment's notice. The Love Machine stood back up and Quo popped him with a right hand before he launched him off to the corner. Love leaped over the ropes, sending The King of the South crashing into the corner. The quick-footed Love used the ropes to shoot himself back into the ring... SPRINGBOARD CLOTHESLINE! And it was an INCREDIBLE move at that! Quo was down and Love finally had the opening that he needed to make it over to the corner as the fans continued to chant for the members of Sweet Sweet Lovin. Quo was on his way over to his own partner where Khadafi was waiting for the important tag. TAG TO KHADAFI! Khadafi made it into the ring first and tried to grab the woozy Love by the back of his leg. He pulled him away from the corner and dragged The Love Machine to his feet, but he clocked him HARD in the side of the head with an Enzuigiri! Khadafi stumbled about holding his head while Love pointed to the corner. Sam Sweet was ready... TAG TO SAM SWEET! And the fans popped big time for Sam Sweet as he made it into the ring, ready to strike! The big man ran right through Khadafi with a charging clothesline and roared to the crowd. The 332-pound Round Mound of Sound yelled to the crowd as he waited for Khadafi to get back up a second time only to clean his clock with a second clothesline. And try as he might when he was connected with a third one, Sam Sweet was butter because he was on a roll now! (I'm so, so sorry for that pun) Sam Sweet was back on his feet and waited for Khadafi to stand tall to catch him with an Inverted Atomic Drop! He whipped Khadafi to the opposite side of the ring and clobbered him with a Running Corner Clothesline! Pointing off to the other side, he tossed Khadafi to the other side and SPLATTERED him with a Body Avalanche... THE SWEET AND SOUR! And when Khadafi was completely overwhelmed by the big man, he picked him up by the body and planted him into the canvas with a BIG Belly to Belly Suplex! ONE! TWO! SAVED BY QUO! Statuz Quo made it back into the ring and elbowed him to the back of the head to save his team. Duzza was on the outside, yelling for his guys to get back in the game and win the match. Meanwhile, Jon Katz Jr. Candy Girl and Sweet E. Pie were all playing cheerleaders. Love made it back into the ring and caught Statuz Quo with a Forearm Smash, knocking him back. And while Quo and Khadafi were both stunned, Sweet lifted up his own partner in the Fireman's Carry and spun him around, knocking over Quo with a big Whirly Bird and when Khadafi came around, he was also clocked by the spinning Love! He let go of the very dizzied Love before he picked up Khadafi and SPIKED him into the canvas with a Powerslam. Once the cobwebs were shaken out of his head, Sweet made the tag over to Love as he climbed the top rope, smiling for the cheering crowd. LOVE POTION NO. 450! All 450 Degress of Splash landed atop Khadafi and Lennox Love pulled back on the legs. ONE! TWO! THREE! And with that, Lennox Love and Sam Sweet had just made it two tag team victories in a row now! Love and Sweet had their hands raised by the referee and despite The Jury dominating most of the match, they were being announced as the winners. “HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS... SAM SWEET AND LENNOX LOVE... SWEET SWEET LOVIN!” Candy Girl and Sweet E. Pie joined their new friends in the ring and planted kisses on Lennox Love and Sam Sweet respectively. Jon Katz Jr. danced a jig in the ring and busted a move as the lights began to flash rapidly in strobes of green and purple. They got the win, the silly manager, and now the girls. Not bad for the newest team on the scene, eh?  
BANG!The door to SVJ’s locker room flew open as Sylo casually strolled in. Inside was Natalia, Vince, and to Sylo’s surprise--The Demon of Dublin himself. Sylo smirked a little as the two men took fighting stances but right behind Sylo wasn’t only Aria but Rune Winters and his trusty shovel. SVJ eased up but wouldn’t sit and Demon just watched ready to attack at any second. “Hey shit for brains, I know you’re sort of slow, but my shovel isn’t quite as bloody as I’d like so I suggest sitting the fuck down. I’m here to “Uphold the peace” or whatever the hell I’m supposed to say. In layman's terms, I’m here to make sure none of you assholes attack the other.” Rune moved into the room, shovel on his shoulder, as Sylo took a seat in one of the chairs. Aria hopped on his lap as Sylo eyed SVJ. “So, buddy, you don’t call or write anymore. You kick me in the face and to think we used to be such good friends. What happened to us? I feel so lost,” Sylo really reeled it in and let the sarcasm ooze. Rune stood in position to whack anyone he felt needed it so it probably wasn’t the best time for your nose to itch or cell phone to go off. “Don’t I pay you to keep this asshole in line!?” Vince roared at Rune, completely ignoring Sylo who had found a bowl of grapes and started eating them. “Yea, you do, but see this “asshole”, as much as we may not like each other, understands money talks. He gave me quite a bit more so maybe you should just sit down, shut the fuck up, and have your little conversation before I knock what few bits of brain you have left out.” Rune snarled as The Demon of Dublin moved closer. “I wouldn’t do that if you enjoy eating solid foods,” Rune stared at The Demon who stopped where he stood. “God....DAMN these are some good grapes. Here babe, try one,” Sylo remarked as if nothing had happened feeding one to Aria. “Are these imported Vinny?” Sylo asked casually. “Yeah...they are,” Vince replied through clinched teeth. “Now stop eating my fucking grapes and tell me what the hell you want,” Vince demanded as Sylo offered Rune one. “It’s not what I want, per-say, it’s what’s best for your health. See, you’ve really pissed me off and Lee was nice enough to let me pick the match we’ll be having. I already know what it’ll be but I like watching you squirm,” Sylo smirked a little. “It doesn’t matter where we do this or what the stipulation is, either way you’ll walk in beat up and on empty and I’ll walk out with what’s rightfully mine. End of story,” Vince snarled. “Not quite. I’ll let you know soon enough about the match but I just wanted you to know Vince, you fucked up, big time. You could have walked away to fight another day but instead you chose to be a coward and show your true colors. This time though, I won’t hold back,” Sylo popped another grape casually. “Ha!” Vince actually laughed. “Hold back? You had to go full SuperBeast just to beat me. I’m the one that held back which I promise you I won’t anymore. I’m going to pick you apart and leave you a bloody mess as I stand over your lifeless corpse with MY title!” Vince roared. Sylo wasn’t paying attention as he was talking to Aria about getting some of those grapes. “Sorry, I wasn’t listening, something about your title and well, yeah. See Vinny, here’s your problem. You can’t stand not being the man. You can’t stand not being on top. You have no one watching your back,” Sylo looked over to The Demon, “Well, until now. So you manipulated some poor half mute functional retard to do your bidding. Man, you are a master puppeteer. You think you can drop all these bombs on me but you’d be surprised what I know and you don’t.” Sylo smiled again. “Oh? Then enlighten me your highness” SVJ spit venom with the last two words. “Aria, love, you want to field this one?” Sylo asked casually. Aria smiled and turned her attention to Vince. “Vinny, when things between Justin and I grew I decided to tell him everything. He knows all about our past, he knows about all the times you’ve come to see me, all the things you’ve said. He was also very honest with me especially about,” Aria pointed at Natalia, “Her.” “I do not have any idea what you speak of!” Natalia shouted. “J and I were but good friends!” “Oh? So “good friends” let one friend fuck the other friend from behind after a Legacy show?” The room went dead silent. Vince stared at Natalia, anger seeping from him, he had speculated but now the truth was out. “Oh it’s true Vinny. One other thing, they call him The SuperBeast but what a lot of people don’t know is that extends to more than just the ring. Plus he doesn’t need little blue pills to keep his dick hard which is just amazing considering you had to wait fifteen minutes and refused foreplay.” Sylo just laughed as Aria laid into Vince. “You bit-” Sylo cut Vince off. “Rune and shovel or not, you finish that, and you’ll be the one drinking through a straw little man. I came here to let you know you haven’t finished me yet. I’m actually going to do you one better. Your new....”pet”....here? He can have a jOlt title shot and show me how much of a monster he is. How about we do it on the last Warriors before Glory. That should give you the advantage, right? I’ll be seeing you soon, Vinny,” Sylo smiled as he and Aria stood up. “And you too, big man,” Sylo acknowledged Demon. “Not if I see you first!” SVJ growled at Sylo. Sylo just chuckled and threw the empty bowl on the table. “Thanks for the grapes....bitch.” With that Sylo, Aria, and Rune made their departure leaving a very angry SVJ, a very worried Natalia, and a very....quiet Demon in Vince’s locker room. Bane Loneheart vs. Demon of Dublin 
“Nathan, I know you like the guy. But I’m pretty sure he is a masochist. This is the THIRD TIME he has challenged the Demon of Dublin to a match. After the first two losses you’d think that he would have gotten the point.” Michael Buhrman told his companion of commentary. “Ya’ gotta respect his “won’t take no for an answer” attitude!” Powers shot back. Ivan Borodin stepped into the ring and the referee stood between both men explaining to them the rules of the match. Ivan, staring his opponent down with a cold deadly stare, didn’t budge as Bane Loneheart shot an angry stare filled with excitement. “At least this one isn’t another Underground rules match.” Buhrman told Powers who said nothing in response and the referee signaled for the bell. DING DING DING Immediately Bane went on the attack with a hard right hook but Ivan blocked the swing and wrapped Bane’s arm up and pulled him in before slamming his masked forehead into the Bane’s face causing Bane to stagger backwards and Ivan followed him with a right hand and a left, continuing the combinations until Bane was backed up into a corner and trying his hardest to block all the coming assault. Ivan pushed on Bane’s face bending him against the turnbuckles before kneeing Loneheart in the stomach and watching drop to one knee and the referee separated Ivan from Bane who tilted his head to his left and stepped back clearly not satisfied with what he had just done. Ivan shoved the referee away and stepped toward Bane who quickly came to his feet and thumbed the eye of Ivan who tried to get away but Bane popped back against the closest wall of ring ropes and pounced forward with a forearm and rocked Ivan backward a little more prompting Bane to once again smash another forehead into Ivan’s head but Ivan just wouldn’t go down. While Ivan still looked around a bit groggy, Bane decided to try a clothesline. Nothing. Amazed and taken back he tried it again only enraging the Demon of Dublin. “I don’t think that is gunna work Bane, you should really change your game plan!” Nathan Powers said trying to coach his personal favorite in the match from behind the commentators headset. Bane stepped back once again and popped off the roped and missed with a third forearm splash attempt after Ivan ducked and turned around anticipating Bane coming back from the ring rope rebound. FATE OF THE OUTCAST! Ivan flung Bane into the air using his momentum and just like the first time the two had met in the ring Bane’s face fell onto the knee of Ivan and it looked like his body went limp immediately after impact. “It’s over.” Buhrman and Powers said to each other at the exact same stoic moment. Ivan tilted his head again and stepped away. “PIN HIM!” Powers shouted. “WHAT IS HE DOING?!” Buhrman demanded. Ivan stepped back into the furthest corner and the referee reluctantly looked at Ivan before turning his attention to the seemingly unconscious Bane Loneheart. The referee grabbed the wrist of Bane and let it fall and the fans started cheering a little at the chance for Bane to lose yet again to the Demon of Dublin. A second time and his hand just fell helplessly to the mat. The cheering got heavier as Ivan was just seconds away from winning his third match in a row as he turned his back to his fallen opponent and watched the crowd from the corner he stood. He simply waited for the second that his opponents hand touched the mat a third time. “NO!!!” Buhrman screamed and the fans started booing just as quickly as they had started cheering. The camera rotated to catch the facial expression of Ivan who was clearly surprised without even looking behind him. He knew why the fans were booing, and one could argue that he heard Buhrman scream. Ivan turned around and the referee motions that Bane is still conscious. “This just got interesting.” Buhrman told Powers to which Powers could only respond with, “Uh huh.” Ivan pulled Bane up to his feet and wrenched his neck with a head lock and slammed his forearm into the back of Bane repeatedly until Bane was close enough to some ropes and wrapped himself up in them to force the referee to separate them but Ivan wouldn’t stop causing the referee to start the five count. One, Two, Three, Four… and then Ivan stopped. Bane managed to collect himself faster than he should have after taking a beating like he just had and he got himself free from the ropes as the referee added some distance between the men but it was quickly closed up as Bane shoved the referee to the mat and start swinging on Ivan hitting him repeatedly and quickly. Ivan barely seemed fazed by the arsenal of fists flying at his masked face and Bane stops and twists the mask to the side causing immediate disruption of Ivan’s vision. Bane looked at the referee and then looked shocked causing the referee to turn around thinking that someone was behind him so Bane could take the available split second to kick Ivan in the family Fabregé eggs and Ivan dropped. “YES! THAT’S IT!” Powers shouted and Buhrman expressed disgust with Bane’s tactic. Bane force Ivan to his feet by way of his twisted up mask, whipped Ivan into the ropes furthest away causing him to blindly stumble back to Bane. INSURRECTION! Bane hit his finisher on Ivan and quickly pinned him. ONE! TWO! THREE!!! The fans booed as Bane slowly stood up and looked shocked that he had just beat Ivan for the first time. “You see Buhrman, third times a charm!” Powers said to Michael Buhrman as the scene faded away and Buhrman reluctantly led us to a commercial break. 
"You know ... a lot happens around here when you're back is turned. I wonder how many other people are lining your pockets besides Damien Lee?"
Chris Titan. Rune Winters. Old foes meeting in the hallways backstage, both feeling the sudden urge to commit acts of violence. "If you're asking how much it would take for me not to shit-kick you the answer is more than you can afford," Rune replied with a chuckle. Chris Titan smiled. "I'm just curious if Damien Lee knows you're on the take with SVJ and Sylo and whoever else that wasn't an original member of jOlt. Biased much?" Rune Winters cocked his head, "I'm only biased to where the money comes from, numbnuts. If it doesn't come from your little secret club then I have no qualms continuing to knock your fucking heads off. Kinda like I did about ten years ago, in the last real match you ever had." An expert button-pusher, Rune was mashing the hell out of Chris Titan's by mentioning the last singles match of the man's career before a decade-long absense from the business. A match in which Rune Winters had beaten Chris Titan to a bloody pulp. "That's cute," Titan replied, "coming from the guy who's spent most of his career as a jobber to the stars." There are certain things you don't say to Rune Winters. One of which is that his win/loss record isn't sqeaky clean. Technically, most of his losses come from disqualifications for attacking people with illegal objects ... something he generally loves to do. Especially when people say things they shouldn't say. Rune Winters cocked his shovel back. "Relax," said Titan, raising his arms. "I don't want to fight you ... yet." "Ask me if I care what you want?" "I know you don't, but I wanted to point something out to you. Since I formed the Backbone we've never been apart, correct?" "I hope this has a point because I'm two seconds away from swinging for the fences with your head." "If I'm here distracting you ... what do you think everyone else is doing?" Rune shoved Chris Titan, nearly driving him through a cinder block wall. It looked as though now was the time when he would snap and use his infamous tool of destruction. "You son of a bitch. You either tell me where they are and what the fuck they're doing or I will fuck your night up something fierce." "They're in Reno Davis' locker room and ... he's probably not going to make it to his match tonight." 
A couple, both athletic and blond, walk hand in hand down a pristine coastline, dotted lightly with shells. The lowering sun casts sparkles on the ocean, and the light breeze wafts the hair of the woman up and down in a perfect rhythm.
The mood is set perfectly for an online dating service commercial. "Moments such as this are meant to be shared," narrates a serene female voice. "But why just wait for your ship to come in?" The couple, still in the negative space of the shot, stop their stride and gaze out toward the water. The man points at a boat in the distance, while the woman simultaneously places her hand on his shoulder and rests her chin on top of it. A close-up shot of her face, which blinks slowly and smiles. "With Datemaker.com, you too can rest your chin on someone special's shoulder, then reflect on the moment by blinking and smiling." The couple then casually sits down onto the sand, relishing the moment. We hear a new voice, this one much more prominent, much more male, and much more Australian-accented. "Stop the tape." We are frozen still, the frame of the dating commercial being taken up by a full shot of the couple sitting in the sand. "Rewind a bit? Hold." On cue, the shot is rewound, the couple's butts' hovering just a few feet over the sand. "What you are witnessing here is a terroristic act. Play it now, slowly." Slowly, the couple sits down onto the shell-covered sand once again. The shot now pans over to the right, where we see the man behind the voice. Wearing only dark gray trunks and dark gray wrestling boots, there isn't really anything out of the ordinary about him. Except if you count the fact that he is wearing an elaborate mask that resembles a giant peach-colored conch shell over his entire head. The "pearl" of the shell makes up a single white dot in the middle of his gray face mask. "My mother, along with the 15 other victims of this tragedy, were not killed instantly upon tushy impact. They suffered for minutes until finally suffocating or being crushed to death. These two murderers got away without prosecution, and likely continue to sit on innocent sea creatures to this very day." The conch-man points to his neck, where we see a shell necklace around it. It looks like any shell necklace one could purchase at Shorline Steve's Novelty Emporium or Wavey's or R-Mart (the beach version.) "I had this made with her remains so that she could always be with me. Unfortunately, I could not do the same for my father, who met a much worse demise. I implore those of you with children to please send them in the other room, as my father's end is very hard to watch, but must be shown to fully understand my anguish." The image goes back to a full shot of the display. Caribbean music begins to play in the background, and a cheerful and upbeat voice introduces us to the scene. "C'MON DOWN TO YELLOW LOBSTER! IT'S MUSSEL MONDAYS WITH ALL-YOU-CAN-EAT MUSSELS!" A man of large girth, hungry for dinner, is shown slurping down a mussel while his family cheers him on. While unstated, he is obviously attempting to break the record for Biggest Piece of ****, as he also wears a paper hat fashioned to look like a lobster. "Eaten alive. My father was eaten alive by a fat man in a lobster hat, obviously mocking the thousands upon thousands of mollusks who gave their lives in the Great Lobster War of 1834. And for what purpose? To be digested in the hideous bowels of a sadist. And possibly pooped out." A pan back to the half-man half-shell, who has a tough and determined look on his face. Only you can't see it, because his face is covered by a conch and a mask. "However, I have made my peace with the human race. It was because of these tragedies that shaped me into the clam-like athlete that I am today. Just after my father's death, I worked out harder, ate plenty of protein shakes, and grew to be the biggest shellfish in the world." "Although 160 pounds isn't really that big in human weight, it is still enough to guarantee that I will never be sat on and killed or eaten alive. And that is why I am here in Jolt Wrestling. To not be sat on and killed or eaten alive." "Oh, and also to win the Flyweight Championship. That too. Because I am Mussel Muscles, and I'm going to kill you." Mussel Muscles scratches the pointy top of his shell, clears his throat, and reiterates his tough talking point. "Not really kill, I guess. That would be counterproductive to everything I stated I was against this past three minutes."  Heirs of Wrestling vs. Jonathan Conspiracy & Sweet Aroma   
“No Church In The Wild” by Jay-Z and Kayne West. The lights in the arena pulsated in multiple shades of blue and out came the fan favorite, the man himself. The Attention Getter. Mr. One Letter Better himself. There were many icons in this sport of kings but he fans knew there was only one JCON! Jonathan Conspiracy himself made his way out from the back with Sweet Aroma right behind him. The two shared a kiss on top of the ramp before they headed to the ring, focused on the task at hand. Due to an altercation in Damien Lee's skybox, JCON and Sweet Aroma had the opportunity to put some championships around their waists and they could do just that. “Forever (Travis Barker remix)” by Drake. The reaction from the jOlt fans turned to complete booing, hatred, and everything in between. The lights went black for several seconds until the lights came back on to reveal a single spotlight. Frank Silver. Ryan Gallway. Mack Brody. THE HEIRS OF WRESTLING. Frank had his title over his shoulder raised for everybody to see as Ryan raised his and tipped his cowboy hat to a pair of some smoking HOT ladies in the front row. Mack Brody, the giant of the Heirs, brought up the rear and had his own third jOlt Championship belt over his shoulder. Silver and Gallway were the ones dressed for competition tonight so they would be carrying the mantle proudly for the Heirs. They were in a foul mood themselves, having their locker room full of pill bottles from last week. Team VIAGRA were not here tonight, doing some promotional work in another part of the country, so for now the Heirs had the titles to worry about against a very game JCON and Sweet Aroma. Ryan blew a kiss at Sweet Aroma and she put up two fingers very close together, insinuating something about Mr. Gallway's manhood. The pirahna of the group started to try and attack her before the bell, but Frank held him back. “She insulted my intergalactic nines!” Ryan shouted. “I'm going to practice my backhand on her when I get the chance!” Frank shuddered while all four men... er, persons involved in the match got ready for action. Ryan Gallway was going to start off as JCON got himself ready for action. DING DING DING! JCON was ready to get things started and had a hand up ready to try and jockey for position with Gallway. The Prince of Precision smiled and kicked him in the gut before he kicked away at One Letter Better in the chest. He peppered him with a few kicks and pushed him into the corner where he unloaded on him with a few more. Gallway took the fight to him with a few Forearm Smashes and whipped JCON across the ring. The jOlt Tag Team Champion ran forward and tried to hit another move in the corner, but Conspiracy got the elbow up first and cracked Ryan in the mouth. Jonathan jumped to the second rope and came off with a Flying Headscissors that tossed Gallway across the ring! The former International Champion was up and waiting for Gallway to get back up and picked him up, but Gallway kicked him in the leg and took him down with a Snap Suplex into a roll-through. Gallway attempted the pin. ONE! TWO! THR.. NO! JCON kicked out and when Ryan tried to catch him again, he stopped him in his tracks with a Jawbreaker. He ran off the ropes and a quick Sunset Flip attempt was made next to try and get the cover... ONE! TWO! THR.. NO! And Gallway was back up again, but JCON stopped him with a low kick to the chest followed up by another run to the ropes. He came back with a Wheelbarrow into the roll-up pin again! ONE! TWO! THR... KICK OUT! JCON rolled up and caught Gallway in the face with an Uppercut as he stood back up. He grabbed Ryan by the head and faceplanted him into the top turnbuckle before tagging in Sweet Aroma! The Starlet climbed on the top rope as JCON held Gallway in place and she came off the top with a kick right to the ribs. Aroma was kicking away at Gallway now trying to wear him down some more. She tried the Irish whip, but Ryan Gallway reversed that and sent her flying back into the corner. On her way out, he doubled her over with a knee to the gut. Mack Brody was watching on silently from ringside as Ryan whipped her across the ring again. The cruiserweight charged at her, but the Starlet leapfrogged over Gallway! She kicked him with a spinning kick to the gut before she ran off the ropes and actually nailed a corkscrew running neckbreaker! The fans cheered Sweet Aroma as she bounced off the ropes... CRAZY IN LOVE! And after she hit the Asai Moonsault she wasted no time in going for the cover and the jOlt Tag Team Titles! ONE! TWO! NO! Ryan kicked out again and prevented the upset of the belts. Aroma was back up and kicked Gallway a couple more times until he blocked a shot, pushing her away. When she made his way back up Gallway caught her with a Double Leg Spinning Kick! Control belonged to The Heirs once again and Ryan pushed her over as he tagged in Frank Silver. The leader of the Heirs stood over Sweet Aroma, still down from the kick from earlier. Frank grabbed her by the body and dropped her causally on the canvas as he lifted up his pinky. Uh-oh... it was coming... YE OLDE ROYALE ELBOWE! The bogus elbow drop caught Sweet Aroma in the back, making the Starlet shout out in pain. She'd gotten physical with the men before as seen with JCON's earlier battles with the West Texas Terrorists, but the Heirs were a completely different monster. Frank rolled her over and went for the cover by putting a foot on her chest for a cover. ONE... Sweet Aroma kicked out, but it was obvious Silver was just screwing with her. Frank looked over at JCON and laughed as he watched his girlfriend try and crawl over to the corner. “Uh-oh, better go tag your sweetie!” Frank laughed. “Better go tag him!” Frank grabbed Sweet Aroma by the head and pulled the Starlet back to her feet. He scooped her up, but Sweet Aroma slipped out the back and Dropkicked Frank in the knee! He stumbled over as she made the tag over to JCON! The fans were going crazy for JCON as he headed into the ring while Frank Silver started to get back to his feet. He ran off the ropes and tired ot tka JCON's head off with a Lariat, but he ducked and when JCON turned around, he came at Silver with a Running Dropkick to the face, knocking The Baron of Ballistics to the mat! Frank stumbled back to his feet when One Letter Better was there to catch him in the face with a second Dropkick in a row, knocking him to the ground. Silver was in a fog now trying to recover in the corner when JCON came running at him to catch him in the corner with a Spinning Kick! Frank fell to the mat when JCON used the momentum to carry him to the apron. He climbed to the top rope and flew off the top... CONSPIRING MINDS! ONE! TWO! THR... KICK OUT! Frank kicked out at the last second and saved the jOlt Tag Team Titles! JCON held up three fingers to the referee, but he only saw two from referee Antonio Brown. After the springboard Diving Headbutt failed, JCON picked him up by the head, looking for the Co-Conspirator Falling Reverse DDT, but Frank shifted around and kneed him in the gut... BREAK YOUR DAMN BACKBREAKER! The Half-Nelson Backbreaker drove JCON HARD across the knee of Frank Silver and he fell limply to the mat. Silver hooked both legs and tried to wrap up the win. ONE! TWO! THRE... NO! JCON kicked out! It had been very close, but Frank was unable to put away the former two-time International Champion. Sweet Aroma and Ryan Gallway were both watching from their respective corners at the competitive exchange between the two men. Frank crawled over and tagged in Ryan as the two men went to wrap up the match. Frank set up JCON in the Flatliner position as the two men went looking for the Ascension double-team... MISSILE DROPKICK BY SWEET AROMA! She flew off the top rope and saved her beau from certain doom as she caught Frank in the back of the head with the Dropkick! Ryan went to attack her, but Sweet Aroma ducked a kick... SMELL THE AROMA! The Reverse Twist of Fate dropped Ryan like a bad habit and put him down on the canvas. All hell had broken loose between all four of the wrestlers now as JCON finally had the chance to strike. Gallway was down when JCON was headed to the top rope, perhaps looking for his finisher, The Conspiracy Theory. He headed up top fo the Guillotine Leg Drop... CONSPIRACY THEORY! That was it! JCON nailed the Leg Drop and went for the cover on Gallway! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! ...There was no referee! Mack Brody had distracted the referee and pulled him away from the cover. He yelled at the big bronze enforcer of the Heirs and while that was going on, JCON didn't see Frank Silver or the elbow to the back of the head! He lifted him up and kicked JCON in the head... STAY OF EXECUTION! And that move was it! The Cradled Styles Clash hit and Silver put Ryan on top of JCON. The referee finally turned around and Silver intercepted Sweet Aroma. The referee was none the wiser as he counted the fall. ONE! TWO! THREE! BULL-EFFIN-CRAP. The Heirs had just pulled it out in the clutch and defeated JCON and Sweet Aroma to keep the jOlt Tag Team Titles. Frank Silver dragged Ryan by the leg and snatched him from the ring while they and Mack headed up the ramp, celebrating like a group of jackasses. Just as they'd done... well, always, the Heirs had used the numbers game and kept the tag titles for themselves! Sweet Aroma was checking in on JCON as he remained down on the ground, still hurting from the sneak attack by Frank. Jonathan Conspiracy was groggy as all hell and could barely open his eyes, but looked up and saw The Heirs sneaking out with the gold once again. “WE'RE YOUR BETTER!” Frank shouted as he held up the titles. “FUCKIN RIGHT!” Ryan yelled back as well, woozy from having taken a couple moves from The Heirs. For at least one show longer, we'd be stuck with The Heirs of Wrestling as the jOlt Tag Team Champions. Joy... 
“WEEEEEE'RRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEE STILL THE CHAMPIONS, MY FRIENDS! WEEEEEE'RRRRRRRRREEEE STILL THE CHAMPIONS, AGAIN!”
That ear bleed-inducing noise you just heard is the caterwauling under the guise of music. And said caterwauling was coming from the voice of one Mack Brody and Ryan Gallway. Just a little earlier in the night, they had defeated Jonathan Conspiracy and Sweet Aroma to retain their jOlt Tag Team Championships for the second time since winning them unfairly at Divide and Conquer. Ryan was shoving his title in the face of a couple of stagehands who dared look on at his third of the jOlt Tag Team Championships. Mack Brody was also crooning along with Ryan, laughing boisterously the whole way as he cackled with the tune. And behind them was Frank Silver, who himself had done the dirty work in sneak attacking JCON and led to the victory. “Yet ANOTHER guy on our 'Smack These LoC Has-Beens Back Into Retirement' tour, guys,” Frank chuckled as he took the lead of the Heirs. “At this rate... when I do get my rightful match for the jOlt World Heavyweight Championship, I'm going to win... no, I'm going to LIBERATE it AND the LoC title from that big blue rube.” “Pssh, I could take him,” Mack added, flexing his muscle. “See that? THAT'S what a wrestler looks like, not dying your hair in Blue Smurf Shade #6...” then he pointed at his gaudy REALLY blond hair. “You use Golden Hair Dye #5.” Ryan tilted his cowboy hat and cockily smirked. “I hope when you get that match, Frankie, that you kick his face in.” “I'll get it soon enough,” Frank smiled. “When he stops wasting his time with JCONS – WHO WE JUST BEAT, MIGHT I ADD – and MMA wanna-bes, then I'm gonna step up to the plate and do what Vince Jacobs and everybody else couldn't do.... now, let's get our shit and go hit up this club I was telling you guys about. Girls... topless, man... clothes that are barely there!” Stopping at their locker room, Mack reached out to open the door when Frank held up a hand to stop him. “Wait.” Ryan raised an eyebrow. “Problem?” “Yeah...” Frank shook his head. “It's been too quiet around here... Team Boner Meds hasn't tried to mess with us since the last iNtense.” Frank motioned for the others to stand back from the door and he nodded to Mack. “Do it.” He opened the door... Nothing. The three of them let out a collective sigh of relief and went into the locker room. They were going to get changed up, cleaned up, look prim and proper, then go hit up a club and spend Frank's stupid amounts of money he inherited from a dead uncle (no, seriously, that's how they afford these things.) And with that... that was going to be the end of the segment. And the camera was now going to take you somewhere else to see the wacky adventures of our jOlt Grapplers. Good day. Wait... what was this? BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Just a few moments after entering the locker room, a MASSIVE forklift rolled itself in front of the door! “Just a few more... almost... almost... okay, you're good!” That was the voice of High Flyer calling to Tony Davis, who just finished parking it in front of the locker room doors. From inside, there was lots of slamming and shouting, perhaps the Heirs had finally heard what was going on. “LET US OUT, YOU DRIZZLING SHITS!” Ryan shouted from inside the room. Flyer chuckled as Tony Davis got out of the forklift. The Heirs were trying to break down the door at this point. Tony turned to Flyer. “You know, I don’t even have my fork lift license.” High Flyer smiled as he patted Tony on the back. “Well then you really shouldn’t be playing with the fork lift!” Flyer shouted through the door. “We’ll get you outta there! We’ll go find someone who’s legally allowed to drive this thing! We’ll be right back!” Flyer tosses his hand over Tony’s shoulder as the Team VIAGRA duo walked away. Tony frowned. “Are we coming back with help?” Flyer smiled. “Nope!” Team VIAGRA walked away, as the Heirs of Wrestling tried to pound through their locker room door. 
As he licks his wounds later in the night, Reno Davis is found by Grendel. The same mysterious monster who had decided to help him out in his fight against The Nashvillian several weeks ago. He remembered their time together as a team, the Unwanted Angels. Reno and Grendel have a quiet heart to heart. Even his hair hurt. When Reno Davis won the Relentless Championship, he wondered when the other shoe was going to drop. See, as much as he always liked to do the right thing… either fighting for the common man like some small Canadian Dustin Rhodes, or simply doing the best to fight for himself, even when the good things came his way they would quickly be followed by a complete kick in the teeth. This time, however, the Unwanted Angel wished it hadn’t happened so… literally. Reno checked his front teeth, wiggling them with his thumb and index finger, grimacing as he remembered Bane Loneheart clipping him in the mouth. The Relentless Champion slumped a little further down the wall, as he hugged his silver title closer to his chest. “I swear, Peter Parker has better luck then me…” Reno had tried not to get overwhelmed by the beating he took at the hands of the Backbone earlier, but he also wasn’t about to draw attention to himself or paint a bulls-eye on his back to any Relentless challengers but coming in looking bloody, battered and ready to lose a fight. So Reno had dragged himself into a quiet hallway, in the darker corners of the Arena of Champions and just… sat there, caked in his own dried blood. Lost, thinking of the grinning faces of the Backbone. The damned Backbone. They wouldn’t even let him be a proud Champion for more then a week. “Can’t be a Champion? HUH?! Someone who people could be proud of?! Someone who could be proud of his fucking self?!” Reno caught his pained emotional state in the reflection of his title belt, and in doing so reacted rashly by whipping the Relentless Championship further down the darkened hall. Reno immediately regretted the decision as he heard the title clatter into the darkness before hitting something. Most likely ring equipment that had been set aside until it was needed next. He tried to best rub off the dried blood that was on his face, but his face was still tender from the beating that he had taken earlier. Reno closed his eyes. “What am I doing?” HHHRrrrm. Reno Davis opened his eyes, and was startled to see the growling, animalistic words belonged to someone who he was more worried to see now, then he was surprised to see on Warriors 5. Grendel. The vicious man-monster he held Reno’s Relentless Championship in his hand. I guess it hadn’t hit some spare ring equipment. Reno slowly moved his hands to his sides, and pushed himself up the wall ever so slightly. He didn’t THINK he needed to run, but damn if he wasn’t having a good day as it was. Reno eyed the Relentless Championship that Grendel held in his scarred paws. “’Least what I’m doing doesn’t including talking to myself… thanks for the assist in my match against the Nashvillain, by the way. I never got a chance to—“ The Relentless Championship being thrust into his lap quieted Reno down for a second, “Thank you.” Grendel stared at Reno for a moment longer, his massive body heaving. He was at once, immensely menacing, but as he stood in front of Reno Davis… all too human. Here was, it seemed, the only man that had found the humanity within the monster. Reno and Grendel had even teamed for a time as the Unwanted Angels… but you can never truly control a wild beast, and even that partnership dissolved. So why was Grendel showing interest in the Unwanted Angel now? Grendel slumped down and sat beside Reno, against the wall, and growled out a single syllable of a question, “ZaC?” “Yeah, man. I miss ZaC too.” Reno shook his head and rubbed his eyes, “heh, You’re going to make me cry… and here I am trying to preserve that tough guy image I had built up so well through the Underground Contender tournament… still, it’s good to be seeing you again. But do you know what I like about you Grendel… you never judged me.” Grendel looked away, growling, almost grumbling. Hrrrrm. Reno shook his head, it wasn’t the absurdity of this situation… more how oddly natural it felt to finally have a heart to heart with an hold… friend. “Look, I think I might need your help against these Backbone assholes…” Reno’s face was deadly serious. If Grendel had reconnected with him, if he had reconnected with the man inside the monster… Reno wasn’t going to let it simply be sparkling conversation over tea. Hell no, the Unwanted Angels were going to jump right back into the fight. Reno remembered the conversation he'd had with Phoenix just days before. "War makes strange allies of us all." 
Damien Lee sat behind a large oak desk sifting through a mound of paperwork that consisted of raise requests, applications, and budget reports. He sighed and ran a finger through his hair. How the hell did he not have an assistant for this? He was taken from his thoughts though as his door opened and the jOlt Champion, jOlt’s Reckoning, The Human Natural Disaster, the Perfect Predator, or as most called him The SuperBeast entered.“Sylo! This is a pleasant surprise. I haven’t had a chance to speak to you one on one. Please, have a seat,” Damien beckoned to a nearby chair. Sylo just waved a hand and leaned against the door that way no one could get in--or out. “Look Lee, I’m not going to waste your time. I’m not the kind of guy that talks to management. Just not my thing. Though I have to ask with all your talk how in the fuck Vince Jacobs keeps getting the drop on me and nothing is done about it? Where’s the shovel swinging loon you hired?” Sylo growled a bit, obviously pissed off about the last few weeks. “I understand and every action is going to be levied against Jacobs as soon as the board approves. We’re talking about revoking his title shot,” Lee looked up hoping that would make Sylo happy. It did the opposite. “Like hell. I want that son of a bitch. I just want an even playing field. So I came to “request” that you and your shovel slinger stay out of mine and Vince’s business,” Sylo snarled again. Lee sighed as he put his hands on the table. “Look, you and Vince both are a huge draw which is good for business but I can’t just let you two run a muck and expect everyone else to follow the rules. I can’t grant that request, I’m sorry. I know you’re used to fighting management but believe me I’m trying to be as fair and as impartial as possible. You have to understand the position I’m in,” Lee explained. Sylo moved closer, putting the palms of his hands on Lee’s desk and stared him directly in the eyes. “The only reason you’re in that chair is because of what I did to Jim Johnson, Lee. I gave you this company on a silver platter and now you’re going to talk about fair and impartial to me?” Sylo snarled again, those canines showing. “Look off the record, I was happy to see what you did to Jim Johnson but I have to keep some sort of order around this place. The inmates can’t run the asylum. BUT I can give you a few things,” Lee smiled hoping it’d calm Sylo down. He’d hate to be added to the list of people Sylo had taken out. “I’m listening” “First off, I’m giving you “Champion's Choice” for as long as you hold the jOlt title. Any match stipulations you want, within reason, will be granted. Secondly, as a result of the debacle that was the tag team title match I’m ordering that not only is everyone banned from ringside but if anyone interferes to help Silver, the Heirs will be stripped of their tag team titles and the match will be considered thrown out. Lastly, as far as your match at Glory with Vince? I’m allowing you to pick what kind of match it will be. Does that work for you?” Lee asked with a grin. Sylo contemplated it for a second and then nodded. “Yeah, it works, for now,” and with that Sylo exited the office. Lee sighed and leaned back in his chair running a lone hand through his hair. “Man, talk about dodging bullets.”  Citizen vs. Adam Lazarus  
After all the insanity that had gone down on this week's iNtense broadcast there was still a Main Event for the fans to witness. The mysterious masked man known as Citizen appeared on the stage, smoke billowing around his feet. His ominous glowing eyes surveyed the crowd on his way down to the ring. The Underground Championship's number one contender was ready for action. The fans came alive as "Praise" by Sevendust kicked in abruptly on the announce system. Not seen in many weeks, the "Innovator" Adam Lazarus had been greatly welcomed by the fans. "It's Adam Lazarus! He's back in a jOlt ring, and the fans seem to love it!" shouted Michael Buhrman, as he listened to the electrified crowd. "LAZ! LAZ! LAZ! LAZ! LAZ!" To see him back on iNtense, the fans knew they were in for a real treat. Not many men in jOlt were half as daring as Lazarus. From his Big Air and high risk style, Underground Rules seemed to fit Adam like a well tailored glove. His opponent for the night, Citizen, threw off his black hooded jacket to reveal his distinct skull patterned mask. Within seconds Citizen was ready to wrestle, using the ropes to stretch. The former Wreckless Youth member slapped high-fives to the fans as he dashed down to the ring until he slid under the bottom rope. Pushing himself to his feet, Laz dashed to each corner and threw his arms up to a wild pop from the crowd. He soaked up every cheer the fans could throw his way. It felt great to be back again, to have healed up and step back between the ropes. With his suspension behind him, Lazarus was ready to set his focus back on the fans and making sure they got every pennies worth of their money. Citizen stood back, allowing Adam Lazarus to have his moment, and finished his pre-match warm-ups. The referee called for the two to approach the center of the ring, explaining that the match would take place under standard Underground Rules; which meant anything and everything was legal. That made Lazarus smile, who was sure to have been picturing incredible death-defying spots in his head. Citizen, on the other hand, probably had thoughts of creatively used illegal objects as he retreated back to his corner. DING-DING! As fast as a flash of lightning, Lazarus was out of his corner and coming straight at the Enigma. But just like that, Adam Lazarus was scooped off his feet and lifted into the air, Citizen's shoulder thrust painfully in his gut. Adam Lazarus never saw the Double Leg Takedown coming, and couldn't fight his way out of it now that he had found himself trapped. Kicking and fighting, he remained lifted feet off the ground until he was drilled back first. Buhrman watched on with amazement at how easy Citizen had just made it look to take down, and keep down, the fiery Adam Lazarus, "hitting hard and fast, Citizen might just have the right style to dominate Laz!" Keeping the lock around the waist with both hands, Citizen was able to use it to control where the Innovator could move to. His body stayed over Adam's, using the leverage advantage to keep him belly down on the mat. A sudden torque to the right caused Laz to violently roll onto his shoulder, then onto his back where he was arced. ONE! Hearing the referee's count, it didn't take long after for Laz to realize that, in his current position, he was being pinned. Struggling to move, he was finally able to break free with a mighty kick from his lower body. Adam Lazarus tried to get back to his feet, but Citizen's hands were still tightly locked around his waist, keeping him from moving too far away. Laz spun away, but no matter which direction he tried to go, Citizen floated behind him and used all of his weight to keep Laz pinned down to the mat. Snaking a leg in Laz's thigh, Citizen fully extended his left leg and was able to break Adam's base, and bring him chest first to the mat again. Suddenly the hands around the waist disappeared, but not long enough for Laz to react. As soon as they left his waist, both hands found their way toward his hand, locking the former member of Wreckless Youth into a 3/4th Nelson. Lazarus tapped into his strength and used it to pull himself to a kneeling base, which turned out to be a devastating mistake as Citizen suddenly wrenched on the head and bent Laz over into a ball. ONE! TWO! Again Adam Lazarus had to resort to a powerful thrust of his lower body to save himself from another pinfall. With the pin attempt broken, Lazarus was able to free himself from Citizen and quickly slid out under the bottom rope to the outside. Using the guard wall as a prop, Lazarus tried to map out some type of game plan for a counter strike. "Citizen seems to have Laz's number in this one. I don't think I've ever seen a man more focused in the ring before. He must be picturing Underground Champion, Derecho, in his head with every move tonight," Michael Buhrman chimed in after having watched Citizen dominate the first few minutes of the match. Feeling that he was taking too long, Citizen stood at the ropes and yelled for Adam to get back in the ring, "Come on!" The taunting set a wild blaze in the Innovator, who used the guard rail he was leaning against as a springboard for a Flying Forearm attack that knocked Citizen flat on his back. Gracefully as a cat, Laz still managed to land on the apron after quickly hopping onto the guard rail and coming off just as fast with the forearm. As if the last lightning fast exchange wasn't enough for the hot-footed Lazarus, the Big Air master flipped over the top rope and came down with a Front Flip Leg Drop across Citizen's throat. Adam Lazarus looked to try and take advantage of the spontaneous offense with a pin attempt. ONE! But a set of swift aerial moves would not put away the self proclaimed "Alpha and Omega" this time. Citizen threw his shoulder into the air and broke the pin attempt before the referee could even bring his hand down for a second time. The crowd broke out in boos as Citizen started to get back to his feet. Backing off, Adam Lazarus allowed Citizen to get to a kneeling base before charging back at him, looking to score with a Shining Wizard. The knee was blocked, however, when Citizen saw the move coming and got an arm up in time. With the other arm, Citizen threw it up into Lazarus' thigh and tucked his head into the armpit. Arcing back as he rose to his feet, Citizen was able to suplex Adam over his head and bought him down crumbling onto his head and neck. Knowing he could not keep any lock on Lazarus, Citizen made up for it by spinning sharply and catching a Front Headlock on the belly-down Innovator. Citizen pulled Laz's body in close, Laz's head now into Citizen's chest, and used the hold to bring him back to the center of the ring. With perfect positioning now, Citizen torqued his body over with great force. When Adam's body had rotated 180 degrees, Citizen floated his body perpendicular, coming at a ninety degree angle. Noticing the position, the referee quickly slid into place. ONE! TWO! Though it took a moment for him to realize he was being pinned, Adam Lazarus still had enough sense about him to kick out when he heard the referee's hand come down for the second time. Citizen tried to power Laz over for another pin attempt, but the flexible daredevil was able to keep both shoulders from being pinned down again. Unable to hold him down, Citizen was forced to abandon his attempt for another Head Roll and instead cinched up the Headlock, pulling Laz again close again. Citizen snaked one arm under and caught a Single Underarm Hook to go with his Headlock before arcing back, lifting up from his legs, and brought Adam Lazarus over his head for a big suplex. Much like the first suplex, Citizen found himself unable to hold onto the lock and was forced to release Adam Lazarus. The Innovator took advantage of this and again exited the ring. To little surprise, Citizen omitted to stay in the ring and again taunted Laz. Unfazed by his words, Adam grabbed a steel folding chair from nearby the ring. Holding it up for the crowd to see, the fans in the Arena of Champions came to life with a great roar of approval. "Here we go, we've seen Citizen switch his game plan and be surprisingly technical in this match, but it takes more than a few Headlocks and Suplexes to make it in the extreme environment of the Underground," Powers said with growing excitement as he watched Citizen back away from the ropes. The space was just what Adam Lazarus needed to slide back into the ring, now with the chair. Threatening with the chair, Laz was able to back Citizen into the corner, who had to dart out of the ring to avoid being hit. Holding the chair up again, Lazarus enticed the crowd into another loud cheer as Citizen yelled for them to shut up. Citizen, now looking to the stage, started to signal for something. Lazarus, however, was not going to be left behind and ignored. Still holding onto the chair, Laz ran to the ropes and dove clear over the top rope, crashing down onto Citizen with a suicide dive. Holding the chair just right, Adam was able to make the chair absorb much of the impact against Citizen, connecting it against his head. "jOlt! jOlt! jOlt! jOlt! jOlt!" the fans screamed, cheering the wreckage before them. Nathan Powers was beside himself with excitement, "What a move by the Innovator!" Still keen on his senses, Adam Lazarus grabbed Citizen and rolled him back into the ring. The Innovator slid back in behind him and made a hasty cover. ONE! "What, someone's coming from the back, is it the EMTs?" Buhrman asked, turning his attention away from the ring side. Indeed someone had rushed from behind the curtain, but it wasn't any medical help. Rather it was the collective force of the Backbone that came barreling down the ramp. TWO! THRE-! The referee's arm was coming down quickly for the third and final time, spelling sure doom for Citizen's momentum heading into Glory. But at the last moment it was Bane Loneheart, who was able to grab Lazarus' legs and pull him off Citizen and break the pin. With a swift soccer kick to the head, Sepiroth Du Luc was able to catch Laz before he could recover. The crowd booed, hissing at the legal interference. The referee was forced to stand back and watch with the crowd as Chris Titan grabbed Lazarus' chair and used it to deliver a devastating chair shot that caught Lazarus square in the skull, crumbling the man on the concrete floor. Citizen rolled back to the outside, and Persephone helped Citizen to his feet; who in return jerked his arm away. The Backbone started to kick the downed Lazarus in the ribs. Feeling warm blood running down from his nose, Laz touched his upper lip to see for himself. Annoyed and angry, Citizen looked on at the carnage that was taking place before him and wasted no time getting involved, much to the pleasure of the fans in attendance. Nathan Powers was boiling red at this point, "This is ridiculous! These Backbone animals are just classless!" Citizen started dealing out rights and lefts to every member of the Backbone that confronted him, but it wasn't enough. In a matter of moments they had overpowered both the Underground and Flyweight Championships' number one contenders. Under Chris Titan's orders the Backbone members lifted both men to their feet. INSURRECTION ON ADAM LAZARUS BY BANE LONEHEART! "LEGAL" CHAIRSHOT TO THE HEAD ON CITIZEN BY CHRIS TITAN! Persephone brought a microphone in to the ring and handed it over to Chris Titan. "Now, I know what you're all thinking … why? Why would we do this? What did these two men do to us that would provoke such an attack? There's a simple and easy answer to that … "THEY STOLE OUR SPOTLIGHT! OUR MAIN EVENT! OUR COMPANY! Neither of these men was ever in jOlt! They aren't jOlt originals! Yet here they are … main eventing iNtense! While we, the Backbone of this company, are left to stagnate in the back! Let this be a warning to everyone else! No one can stop the hurricane that's coming your way! No man, woman, or shovel can keep us from achieving our goal! jOlt will be ours again!" Taking direction from Titan, he and the rest of the Backbone exited the ring and began walking up the entrance ramp, leaving Citizen and Adam Lazarus for dead inside the ring. The only thing referee Mike Hunt could do was make the ten count.  A double knockout as the show came to a close. The Backbone stood tall on the stage. One unified front, having made a huge statement throughout the night on this episode of iNtense. Would Damien Lee take action against this group? Would they even care? Chris Titan smiled triumphantly as the screen faded to black. 
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