House Party (May 4, 2014) - Full Show

Introduction
'''Live! Easton, PA | Streaming via WIR.com'''

The show opens to The Funplex in Easton, Pennsylvania. Allen Paisner is in the ring, wearing a nice blue dress shirt and jeans. The fans are going crazy already as Paisner looks around.

Paisner: Ladies and gentlemen, children of all ages. Welcome to the very first show, of WRESTLING… IS… REDDIT!

Crowd: YAAAAAY! WIR! WIR! WIR!

Paisner: My name is Allen Paisner, and I am the CEO of this company. And to start our first show, I am up here for a reason…

The crowd, very into it, “oooh”’s.

Paisner: I am in this ring because.. I have…

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone.

Paisner: An iPhone.

Half the crowd boos and half the crowd cheers. Paisner looks around and milks them, moving his head from side to side like The Rock.

Crowd: “LET’S GO IPHONE! “LET’S GO ANDROID!” “LET’S GO IPHONE! “LET’S GO ANDROID!”

Paisner: And on this iPhone, I have prepared a very special announcement… So here it goes.

Paisner goes through his phone for a moment and then stands with his legs spread wide, as if he is preparing himself. He looks around at the crowd as they cheer, and then reads off of his phone.

Paisner: Ladies and gentlemen… WELCOME TO WIR… HOUSE PARTY!

The crowd pops again.

Paisner: Tonight is a special night, because it is not only our first show, but the beginning of our 8-man Yet-to-be-Named Title Tournament, culminating June the 1st at the first ever WIR pay-per-view, Sorry Not Sorry!

The crowd cheers again. Some people try to start smart-alicky chants but they don’t catch on.

Paisner: However… However…

Some people in the crowd try to hush and “shh” everyone else to get quiet.

Paisner: With the recent explosion in popularity of WIR, I have decided… to make this tournament… A SIXTEEN MAN TOURNAMENT.

The crowd explodes!

Crowd: SIXTEEN MAN! SIXTEEN MAN! SIXTEEN MAN!

Paisner (laughing a little): That sounds a little erotic, actually.

The crowd laughs a little. He goes back to reading off his phone.

Paisner: Anyway, I digress… The other 8 participants will be announced soon, so basically whenever I feel the time is right to announce them. So be on your toes, ladies and gentlemen… Okay, so enough of that, and let us begin, the first ever… WIR… HOUSE PARTY!

Crowd: YAAAAAAAY! WIR! WIR! WIR!

Voltage vs. Karl "The Show"
The scene fades as we come to Voltage backstage for a pre-recorded promo."Voltage: You know, as I look forward to this tournament, I think about all the greats that have come before me. Without their drive, without their sacrifices, without their passion, there would be no WIR. Karl, you call yourself 'The Show', which implies that these people are paying their hard earned money to see you compete. I don't buy that. I've seen the way you defend titles. You do whatever it takes to win. Well I do whatever it takes to give these people what they want, and that is a great match, and that is what I intend to do. Karl, may the best man win, but I have a feeling who that will be."Stokes: Our opening contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit, and is a first round match in the Yet-to-be-Named Title Tournament!

Paisner: Kicking off WiR, our first show, our first match! You could cut the tension with a knife!

Woodbridge: And other wrestling clichés!

Paisner: Yes.

“Bawitdaba” by Kid Rock hits and Voltage bursts through the curtain. He walks down the aisle and slaps hands with fans and poses for selfies around the ring.

Stokes: Introducing first, from Boston, Massachusetts, weighing 200 pounds, VOLTAGE!

Paisner: An upstanding young gentleman is this Voltage.

Woodbridge: Also looks like he could be a stunt double for Brad Pitt.

Voltage rolls into the ring and jumps around, getting ready as the music fades.

Paisner: Voltage was in Fight Club.

Woodbridge: Really?

Paisner: No.

“Last Resort” by Papa Roach hits and Karl “The Show” appears from the curtain, with Stephen Alexander behind him.

Stokes: And his opponent, accompanied to the ring by Stephen Alexander, from Milwaukee, Wisconsin, weighing 225 pounds, KARL “THE SHOW”!

Paisner: Karl and Alexander, making their debut in WiR.

Woodbridge: What? (Laughs) It’s the first show, obviously they’re debuting everyone is.

Karl stops every few steps to pose as the crowd boo’s him heavily.

Paisner: Thank you, Mark. What I meant to say is this is also the firs time we’re seeing the tag team of Thunder and Lightning, Karl “The Show” and Stephen Alexander.

Woodbridge: You can go to WiR.com and see why these guys like each other so much, they seem to have formed an alliance over the past couple of weeks.

Paisner: The internet is a fantastic place.

Karl gets into the ring and flexes his muscles for all four sides of the ring, and the bell rings as Voltage is ready.

DING DING DING

The crowd pops at the bell, the first WiR match finally underway. Voltage and Karl lock up and Voltage wrings the arm. Karl tries to wriggle his arm free, and then…

Paisner: Is he trying to flex his way out of this?

Woodbridge: Wait a minute, wait a minute…!

Indeed, Karl “The Show” flexes his biceps out of the arm wringer and continues to pose for the crowd!

Paisner: Okay he’s a douche but that was kinda cool.

Woodbridge: WiR, bringing new things to the table already.

Voltage goes to kick Karl in the midsection but Karl catches the leg. He spins Voltage around but Voltage comes back around with a big clothesline! Quick cover!

Paisner: First cover of the match!

1…

2… no! Karl kicks out right at two.

Woodbridge: Some of that 15% body fat might have cushioned that blow.

Paisner: Could very well, indeed.

Voltage picks up Karl, kicks him in the midsection and goes for a suplex but Karl blocks it and hits a front suplex on Voltage. Stephen Alexander is seen outside banging on the apron, approving.

Karl poses for a moment, and then picks up Voltage. He gives him a big headbutt that knocks Voltage to one knee, then picks him, just to knock him down again with a strong punch to the jaw, this time knocking him to his back. Karl goes for the cover, shoving his forearm in Voltage’s face.

1…

2… no! Voltage kicks out at 2.

Paisner: Voltage getting out there.

Woodbridge: Gotta keep in mind the third man, Stephen Alexander at ringside. Could be a factor in this matchup at some point.

Paisner: Good call, my friend. Very possible, very true.

Karl, annoyed, picks up Voltage and pushes him into the corner. He takes free shots at him and the referee begins to count to five to break it up. He doesn’t stop striking until four. He then backs up to the opposite corner.

Paisner: “The Show” could be going for something big here!

He charges Voltage for a splash but Voltage back body drops him over the top rope all the way to the floor!

Crowd: OOOOOOOH!

Paisner: And “The Show” goes over!

Woodbridge: All the way to the ground. We don’t have mats here in WiR, folks!

Paisner: And remember, there’s a 20 count on the floor in WiR. All the other specifics are found on WiR.com.

Woodbridge: It’s almost like this spot happened specifically to plug that.

The ref begins his 20 count as Stephen Alexander tries to knock sense back into his partner. Voltage catches his breath on the inside.

Paisner: Well, you know.

The ref reaches six and Karl is just about to his feet. Alexander fans him off with his hands.

Woodbridge: Wait a second…!

Voltage comes out of nowhere with a running tope con hilo over the top rope onto both men!

Crowd: OOOOOOH!

Paisner: Camel-tope con hilo by Voltage onto Thunder and Lightning on the outside!

The ref restarts his count and Voltage gets back up to his feet rather quickly, then begins to slap hands with fans.

Woodbridge: Camel-tope con hilo?

Paisner: It’s an inside joke I had with a buddy of mine from college. Sorry it’s just a habit.

Voltage takes Karl and rolls him back into the ring.

Woodbridge: You went to college?

Paisner: Never mind that we got a cover in the ring…!

1…

2…

3 – no! Karl just gets the shoulder up!

Voltage gets up and begins stomping his foot rhythmically, which garners a slow clap and then a “VOLTAGE!” chant. “The Show” gets up and walks right into the Side-Effect!

Paisner: The Side-Effect! The cover!

1…

2…

3 – NO! Stephen Alexander puts Karl’s foot on the rope to stop the count!

Crowd: BOOOOOO!

Paisner: I do not appreciate Stephen Alexander’s cheap tactics and intervention in this match.

Woodbridge: I told ya! Need to watch out for the fucker! Voltage needs to keep an eye out!

Voltage, annoyed, looks outside the ring at Stephen Alexander, who just poses and smirks at him sarcastically. Out of nowhere, Karl rolls up Voltage!

1…

2…

3!

NO! Voltage gets up at the very last second!

Woodbridge: That was fuckin’ close!

Paisner: Indeed, and Karl needs to turn around!

Karl turns around and walks right into Voltage’s waiting arms… CHAOS THEORY!

Paisner: He hit it! That Suplex into a DDT variation right on his head!

Woodbridge: Stephen Alexander is still posing! He don’t even see what’s going on!

1…

2…

3!

DING DING DING

The crowd explodes and Stephen Alexander on the outside nods his head and flexes.

Stokes: In 6:52, here is your winner, VOLTAGE!

Crowd: YAAAAYYY!

Paisner (laughing): If Alexander had a drink in his mouth, he would have spit it out everywhere just now.

“Bawitdaba” by Kid Rock hits and Voltage rolls out of the ring and slaps high fives with fans. Alexander rolls into the ring and aids to his partner.

Woodbridge: Voltage, the first man moving on to the second round in the tournament to crown our first champion in WiR.

COMMERCIAL

D Swift vs. El Hijo del Sloth
Picture fades back in returning from commercial. D Swift is standing in the ring with ring announcer Kate Stokes.

Swift: I'm just sayin’, gimmie a call sometime, you never know... might be more fun then you expect.

Stokes: Y-yeah, maybe, but uh... I think we're back on the air, so maybe you should get out of the ring so we can continue with the show?

Swift: Pff, why's that? These fans are getting a treat right now, getting to see an actual good wrestler. I'm sure that's something they could use that after that last match, am I right?

Paisner, annoyed by this waste of time, stands up.

Paisner: Ahem. Mr. D Swift, if that is your real name… I see that you are a big fan of talking. As am I, I am a commentator after all. However, you my friend are a wrestler. How about we give these people a treat, and put you a match RIGHT NOW?

The crowd pops.

Swift: Hell yeah man. I don't know what the hell you guys were thinking leaving me off the card in the first place, but I'll use this as an opportunity to show you that was a mistake, that's for sure!

Paisner thinks for a second, and then nods.

Paisner: Alright then, in that case, your challenger will be… none other than… all the way from Manuel Antonio National Park... EL HIJOOOOO DEL SLOTH! Kate, you know what to do.

“I Believe I Can Fly” starts playing, and Sloth slowly crawls out from backstage. D Swift stands confused as Sloth makes his way towards the ring at a snails pace.

Stokes: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a 30 minute time limit! In the ring, from Kansas City, Missouri, weighing 193 pounds, D SWIFT!

Crowd: BOOOOO!

El Hijo del Sloth is about halfway to the ring.

Stokes: And his opponent, from Manuel Antonio National Park, weighing 8.75 pounds, EL HIJO DEL SLOTH!

Paisner: I’m glad Swift was wearing his gear already, otherwise I would have looked silly just now. I just realized that.

Woodbridge: And it’s a good thing there isn’t a time limit for getting from the entrance to the ring.

The crowd sings along with R Kelly, and del Sloth finally rolls onto the apron. He climbs on the bottom rope, facing up and the ref checks him for foreign objects as he hangs upside down. He calls for the bell.

DING DING DING

Swift runs up to Sloth immediately and kicks him in the stomach. He follows that up with several kicks to the legs, which surprisingly seem to barely faze El Hijo del Sloth. He just looks up at Swift with a lackadaisical grin on his face.

Woodbridge: Amazing kicks by Swift, but the Sloth remains standing! That motherfucker can take some punishment.

Paisner: Of course, that’s why he was signed to WIR. We here wanted nothing but the best competitors, and while at the zoo, we actually found El Hijo del Sloth suplexing the other sloths. We signed him on the spot. Thank god my friend speaks Spanish.

Swift, looking frustrated, turns and bounces off the ropes for momentum. Sloth lowers his head as this happens, and Swift ends up running back at, and slamming his stomach directly into Sloth's head. He falls to the mat.

Paisner: SPEAR! SPEAR! WHAT A SPEAR!

Woodbridge: For someone with one quarter the muscle tissue of a normal mammal, El Hijo del Sloth is deceptively strong!

Paisner: Yeah, he’s got that freaky sloth strength.

Sloth slowly tries to get down for the pin, but Swift kicks him in the face from the ground as he tries. Swift jumps up, and sweeps Sloth's legs out from underneath him. He instantly pounces and locks Sloth into the cloverleaf.

Woodbridge: I don’t think the motherfucker even has knees, this can’t be good for del Sloth!

Soon, Sloth slowly taps his arm on the mat. The ref isn’t 100% sure, but assumes it’s safe to think he is tapping so he calls for the bell.

DING DING DING

Stokes: The time of the fall, 1 minute and 32 seconds, your winner by submission, D SWIFT!

Crowd: BOOOOOOO!

Swift looks at the announcers table, and the fans, and gestures at Sloth with a "what the hell was that" look on his face. He exists the ring as his music plays.

COMMERCIAL

Tad Rodrickson vs. El Toxico
Stokes: The following match is schedule for one-fall with a thirty minute time limit, and is a 1st Round match in the Yet-To-Be Named Title Tournament!

The crowd goes nuts as “Fucking Hostile” by Pantera blares over the arena loudspeakers.

Paisner: Sweet Moses, that is terrible. Is that what the kids listen to?

Woodbridge: Fuckin’ Pantera, dude!

Tad Rodrickson sprints to the ring and quickly leaps up onto the apron and climbs the nearest turnbuckle letting out a huge roar. Tad is wearing black leather pants, with red vans, his long black hair braided to the side of his head.

Stokes: Introducing first… from Charleston, South Carolina. Standing 6’3” and weighing in at 225 lbs… TAD RODRICKSON!

Tad makes his way past Kate in the center of the ring, eyeing her the whole way as he makes his way out the opposite end of the ring. Kate gives Tad a polite smile, but as he turns his back she rolls her eyes.

Paisner: What do you think of young Tad Rodrickson, Mark?

Woodbridge: This kid has labeled himself the future of wrestling. You’d be hard pressed to find a more confident superstar in this tournament and if the tapes I’ve watched are any indication, this guy is one psyc -HEY!

Tad climbs onto the announce table in front of Allen and Mark and lets out another bellowing roar. He then starts yelling unintelligibly at Allen and Mark

Paisner: What!?! Is he insane? Mark I think he wants you to hit him with your chair! What the hell is wrong with this guy?

Woodbridge: Pffsh. Fuck that. I brought this from home because some cheap Jew who shall remain nameless decided my sciatica didn’t deserve the quality lumbar support-

Paisner: All right! All right! I get it! If you want we can maybe deduct the price of a metal folding chair from your special needs chair and take it out of a future paycheck.

Woodbridge: (grumbles unintelligibly under his breath) …A beer would be nice too.

Tad’s music fades out and he slides back into the ring. A familiar Latin tune plays over the arena loudspeaker as El Toxico steps out from behind the curtain wearing a blue mask covering everything but his eyes and mouth and blue and black pants.

Stokes: And his opponent… from slums of Honduras in South America, weighing in at 206 lbs… EL TOXICO!

He poses on the ramp for a brief moment before rushing down the ramp and sliding head first into the ring.

Paisner: Ha Ha! El Toxico everyone! This young man has come a long way to participate in this tournament and it sounds to me like the crowd is firmly behind this masked luchador!

Woodbridge: Tell me Allen… that music. Is that… is that “La Cucaracha”? Are you serious?

Paisner: Give me a break, Mark. The guy showed up in WIR with NOTHING. Not even entrance music. I had to have the sound guy play something. And it just so happens “La Cucaracha” isn’t licensed.

Woodbridge: You my friend are a special kind of cheap.

El Toxico climbs the turnbuckles and scans the crowd as if he is looking for someone.

Woodbridge: I bet he’s looking for the other 30 Mexicans that showed up in his jalopy. HA!

Paisner: Jesus Mark… it’s the first show. WHOA! Tad just attacked El Toxico from behind. The bell rings and this match is ready to go!

Tad pounds on the back of El Toxico as he slumps over the top turnbuckles. Tad then rakes the eyes of El Toxico as he pulls him down head first off the turnbuckle and onto the mat.

DING DING DING

Woodbridge: Rodrickson is wasting no time with El Toxico. Smart move, attacking your opponent while they least expect it!

Paisner: You mean before the bell even rings?

Woodbridge: Details, Allen. Details.

Paisner: Tad Rodrickson is now stomping away on El Toxico. The Honduran Hero desperately trying to defend himself from those vicious boots… err… Vans.

Woodbridge: Interesting, going with the Vans.

Paisner: Well, they’re like $29.99.

Woodbridge: Seriously?

Tad peels El Toxico up from the mat and whips him into the corner. Tad follows up quickly with a vicious back elbow. And now he’s using his strength to his advantage and continues to pummel El Toxico in the corner with back elbow after back elbow.

Paisner: Come on ref!

After a count of 4 the referee slips in between El Toxico and Tad Rodrickson backing Rodrickson off as he mimes elbow shots and gives him a warning.

Woodbridge: That’s veteran referee Harry Undersach. He runs a tight ship whenever he’s in that squared circle.

Tad just smiles sadistically as El Toxico stumbles out of the corner. Referee Harry Undersach asks if El Toxico is good to go. Toxico gives Harry a quick nod as he steps out of the way and the two superstars lock up - collar and elbow tie up in the center of the ring and Tad immediately transitions to a hammerlock.

Woodbridge: This young man can be very dangerous in this tournament if he can successfully blend that psychotic brawling of his with a technical mat game.

El Toxico reaches every which way to get loose. Toxico slips under the arm and has Tad in a hammerlock of his own! But Rodrickson quickly reverses into a nasty arm ringer. Rodrickson continues to apply the torque, but this time Toxico rolls through with the momentum, he kicks up! El Toxico now has the pressure reversed on Tad Rodrickson as he runs to the corner dragging Tad with him!

El Toxico runs up the turnbuckle and springboards off the top rope, flying over the head of Tad Rodrickson and delivering a tremendous arm drag that sends Tad Rodrickson halfway across the ring

Woodbridge: Beautiful armdrag! Tad Rodrickson is PISSED.

Paisner: Indeed he is. That horrible dragon tattoo on his chest must be seething.

Tad rises from the mat, incensed, and charges towards El Toxico. Toxico with a beautiful drop toe hold sending Tad face first into the canvas! Toxico bounces off the ropes and ROLLING THUNDER. Tad squirms in pain as he rolls to the outside.

Woodbridge: Very smart on the part of Rodrickson. As soon as you feel your opponent gaining momentum. Shake it up. Make him fight in your terms.

Tad is now holding his lower back as he catches his breath on the outside. El Toxico, not wanting to give Tad any time slides under the rope and delivers a textbook baseball slide sending Tad Rodrickson into the steel rail!

Toxico spins around inside the ring pumped as the fans take notice and rise to their feet, expecting a high-flying maneuver from the beloved luchador.

Paisner: El Toxico bounces off the ropes on the far side from Tad Rodrickson, building a head of steam-

El Toxico leaps over the top rope in a single bound performing a somersault plancha. Tad smartly dives out of the way!

Woodbridge: AHHH!

Paisner: HO-HOLY SHIT MARK.

Woodbridge: The motherfucker caught his leg on the guardrail! AH fuck.

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

El Toxico is clearly in pain as he lays atop the steel railing. His right leg partially over it into the crowd and the rest of him dangling upside down ringside.

Paisner: Heads up move by Tad Rodrickson. He dove out of the way just in the nick of time. And now look at him. Stomping away on the face of El Toxico. Wait, what is he doing now.. NO!

Tad lifts the right leg of El Toxico, still hanging on the steel railing and slams the knee down onto the cold, hard steel.

Woodbridge: This is getting ugly, Allen. But this is EXACTLY what a man has to do advance in a tournament like this. You get no second chances in this battle for the… Whatchmacallit belt. Or whatever.

The look on Tad Rodrickson’s face is sadistic as he just starts laughing at the incredible amount of pain El Toxico is in. Tad lifts El Toxico off the floor and rolls him back into the ring. Tad slithers in after him.

El Toxico struggles to get to his feet, obviously favoring his right knee. Tad Rodrickson begins circling his prey, as a knowing smile creeps onto his face.

Woodbridge: This doesn’t look good, Allen. With El Toxico’s speed advantage taken away, he’s a sitting duck for whatever cruel punishment Rodrickson has in store.

Rodrickson circles behind El Toxico who is desperately trying to keep his opponent in front of him as he drags himself around the mat, Rodrickson has a hold of that hurt knee and begins kicking the inside of it. El Toxico is trying to fight back.

Paisner: This is getting ugly, folks. Referee Jimbob Bobaganoosh might wanna consider stopping this match.

Woodbridge: (Laughs) I thought it was Harry Undersach.

Paisner: “Referee Jon Doe.”

Rodrickson wraps his leg inside of El Toxico and contorts his body into a masterfully locked in STF!

Rodrickson yanks back as far as he can, causing horrifying screams by El Toxico in the center of the ring. Referee Jon Doe has one arm up ready to give the Timekeeper the signal of a submission.

Woodbridge: Give credit where credit is due. El Toxico is not tapping out. He came too far to just give up!

Paisner: Rodrickson looks to be getting visibly upset as he continues to wrench the neck and right knee of El Toxico…

Rodrickson finally releases the hold slamming El Toxico face first into the mat.

Woodbridge: I bet he wants to end this on a pinfall, Allen. Just like he said.

Rodrickson lifts El Toxico off the mat by his waist and flips him end of end for a beautiful release German Suplex.

Paisner: My God, Toxico landed right on his neck. And look at Rodrickson just sitting there, reveling in El Toxico’s pain.

Rodrickson begins rubbing his hands together maniacally.

Woodbridge: Tad Rod can sense it now, Allen. The end is near for El Toxico it would appear.

Rodrickson stalks over to El Toxico who is struggling to rise to his feet. Rodrickson helps him up and begins trash talking El Toxico as he fights just to keep standing.

Tad Rodrickson begins slapping El Toxico’s face as he props him up. Slap after slap after slap, as Rodrickson continues to talk trash. Finally, Rodrickson reaches into the mouth and eyeholds of El Toxico’s mask, attempting to rip it off!

Paisner: Rodrickson appears like he’s trying to rip off El Toxico’s mask! Trying to add further insult to injury. A RIGHT HAND BY EL TOXICO! And Rodrickson looks confused. ANOTHER RIGHT HAND BY EL TOXICO!

Woodbridge: Yeah at least save that spot for a pay-per-view!

El Toxico begins firing right hand after right hand into the side of the head of Tad Rodrickson. Rodrickson just laughs as he continues to try and tear at the mask of El Toxico.

Woodbridge: Rodrickson looks like he is enjoying this bit of offense from El Toxico!

Crowd: TOXICO! TOXICO! TOXICO!

The crowd is starting to get behind El Toxico as he continues to strike at the head of Tad Rodrickson. FINALLY, Rodrickson releases El Toxico’s mask but El Toxico keeps firing away with lighting fast right hands.

Tad Rodrickson just stands there smiling as El Toxico keeps pouring his heart out, fist after fist to the face of Tad.

Woodbridge: What a nutjob! Tad is just taking the punishment!

El Toxico finally relents as he drops down to one knee in defeat. Rodrickson, spins around and begins to pander to the crowd.

Paisner: What a despicable human being.

Rodrickson turns back towards Toxico - BIG TIME SPINNING WHEEL KICK TO THE FACE OF RODRICKSON!

Rodrickson comically spins around in a circle from the vicious kick, a stupified look on his face as flops onto the canvas.

Paisner: El Toxico is feeling it! Rodrickson is up to his knees and El Toxico starts laying into the body of Rodrickson with vicious kick after vicious kick.

Crowd: SI! SI! SI!

The crowd chants after each successful kick. Rodrickson, still on his knees is beginning to look dazed.

Woodbridge: The crowd in Easton is loving this comeback, Allen!

Toxico backs away and looks to be sizing up Rodrickson for a finishing kick to the head. He rushes in and Rodrickson snatches Toxico’s leg out of the air and pulls him in for a big SIDEWALK SLAM! Rodrickson goes for the cover!

1…

2…

Kickout!

The crowd breathes a sigh of relief as El Toxico rolls towards the apron using the ropes to help get him to his feet. Rodrickson meanwhile is on his hands and knees, clearly having trouble breathing after the dozens of kicks he took to his chest moments earlier.

Woodbridge: Both of these competitors look gassed, Allen. El Toxico’s knee is clearly giving him trouble and I’m not sure Tad isn’t suffering from internal bleeding after those vicious kicks.

Paisner: El Toxico is now on his feet standing on the ring apron. Tad Rodrickson rises to his feet as El Toxico springboards off the ropes towards Rodrickson –

Rodrickson catches El Toxico in one motion and performs a beautiful Cradle DDT, leaving El Toxico motionless on the mat!

Woodbridge: Another beautiful reversal by Rodrickson! The motherfucker is out!

Paisner: Tad goes for the cover!

1…

2…

ANOTHER KICK OUT!

Woodbridge: What does Rodrickson have to do to put the Hero of Honduras away!?!

Paisner: These men putting on a show for the debut of WiR.

Rodrickson looks like he is done messing around. He stands over El Toxico just grinding his boot in his face.

Paisner: This is sick, folks.

Rodrickson finally reaches down to bring El Toxico up for more punishment, but El Toxico pulls Rodrickson down into an inside cradle!

1…

2…

3! He got him!

NO!

Rodrickson just got his shoulder up before the 3! Rodrickson leaps to his feet and charges at El Toxico, Toxico pulls down the top rope and Rodrickson again goes tumbling to the outside! El Toxico now, wasting no time at all begins climbing to the top rope.

As Toxico slowly ascends to the top rope, obviously troubled by his right knee. Rodrickson rises to his feet on the outside.

Woodbridge: His knee gave out! His knee gave out!

As soon as Toxico gets to the top and extends his legs for another high risk maneuver his knee gives out and he falls onto the top turnbuckle.

Paisner: El Toxico is hurt folks. That knee just couldn’t hold up forever.

Rodrickson sees his opponent in obvious pain sitting atop the top turnbuckle. Rodrickson climbs to the apron waiting to see if this is some sort of ruse. Referee Jon Doe is pleading with El Toxico to just call the match but El Toxico refuses!

A smile slowly spreads across the face of Tad Rodrickson. Rodrickson casually ascends to the middle turnbuckle.

Paisner: Rodrickson is now looking down on El Toxico, himself slumped over on the top rope. Rodrickson grabs El Toxico by the mask and simply pushes him to the outside of the ring!

A one-legged El Toxico falls with a sickening thud to the outside of the ring. Rodrickson, clearly pleased with himself, simply descends the turnbuckle and waits for Referee Jon Doe’s count.

Paisner: The count is up to 5 and I don’t think El Toxico is going to make it.

Woodbridge: He’s fighting Allen. He knows what’s at stake. What is in store with him if he loses this match… trust me if you had to go back to Honduras you would try your damnest to roll your ass back in that ring.

Paisner: The referee’s count is now up to 8 as El Toxico pulls himself up by the ring apron…!

As El Toxico gets one hand on the edge of the ring to pull himself in at the count of 9, Tad Rodrickson slams his foot on the fingers of El Toxico causing him to lose his grip and fall back down on the outside of the ring.

Woodbridge: And 10! The match is over!

DING DING DING

Woodbridge: Does that count that Tad kept him from getting back in?

Stokes: At 22:18, your winner by count out, advancing to the second round, TAD RODRICKSON!

Crowd: BOOOOOO!

Paisner: I guess it counts!

Woodbridge: Ah, fuck it!

Paisner: What a fight by both men, but Tad Rodrickson picks up the count out victory, advancing to the second round.

Tad Rodrickson stands victorious in the ring as “Fucking Hostile” by Pantera starts up again.

COMMERCIAL

4-Way Match
The lights dim and an Eagle screams over the PA before Nolan Hawk's music hits. The crowd erupts in approval as NOLAN HAWK hits the stage. He flaps his arms and marches to the ring, slapping hands on his way.

Stokes: The following contest is a Fatal-4-Way match, scheduled for one fall with a 60 minute time limit! Introducing first, from wherever the wind takes him, weighing in at 235 pounds, NOLAN HAWK!

Hawk poses on all four corners.

Paisner: Nolan Hawk, 6'5 and 235 pounds, one of the biggest men in the WiR locker room. But he can fly too.

Woodbridge: At least he thinks he can. And yet the fuckin’ sloth get’s “I Believe I Can Fly” as a theme song. Does this guy actually think he's a bird or was they out of good stuff in the gimmick store?

Paisner: That remains to be seen.

Hawk’s music fades out. The Music of Ransom Ray kicks in. The menacing cowboy stomps out coldly. He stares into the crowd with barely restrained rage. He fingers his trusty chain. He reaches the ring and walks right over to Kate. What he says is inaudible, but it's clear from their body language that he's not being nice.

Stokes: From the bloodiest part of Texas, weighing in at 235 pounds, RANSOM RAY!

Woodbridge: You were talking about the size of Hawk, but this guy ain't no short stack himself.

Paisner: The rough and ready Ransom Ray. He's a self professed bully. You saw how he abused Kate there.

Woodbridge: Well, if she's shook up, I'll gladly comfort her. (He shouts to the ring) I gotchu baby girl!

Rays music cuts and the lights go out. A dark blue spotlight hits the stage and the music of Lorn comes up. He steps out in his tattered leather jacket. His million mile stare goes through his opponents in the ring. He walks a slow, almost zombie-like pace.

Woodbridge: Come on, while we're young!

Stokes: Making his way to the ring, from emptiness, weighing in at 275 pounds, LORN!

Paisner: It's gonna be a hoss battle tonight! Everyone in the ring now is a beast!

Lorn finally arrives in the ring and the lights come back on.His music fades and the final competitors music hits. He is Carl "C.J." Jones. After subjecting the crowd to the start of that song, CJ walks onto the stage. He casts his disapproving gaze over the audience and sprints to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope. As he runs past Ray to hit the ropes opposite the entrance, Ray feints a punch. CJ grabs the ropes and leans. He greets Rays feint with a smirk.

Stokes: And from Cardiff, Wales, weighing in at 215 pounds, CARL “CJ” JONES!

Woodbridge: Y'know, Allen, one of these things is not like the other.

Paisner: One non-American? Or wherever the hell Emptiness is?

Woodbridge: One under six feet.

Paisner: Well, in the modern world of professional wrestling, such metrics aren't a marker for success. Not only that, But Carl Jones may be the smartest guy in this match.

Woodbridge: You mean The Strays?

Paisner: I do. They may not have come out with him for this match, but it's a safe bet that they are watching this match very closely. CJ, D Swift whom we saw earlier defeat El Hijo del Sloth, and Mike Starr.

Kate steps out of the ring and the bell rings.

DING DING DING

Paisner: And here we go!

Nolan and Ray walk slowly into the center of the ring, jawing with each other. The other two competitors haven't moved out of their respective corners. CJ is leaning on the turnbuckles with a snide grin on his face while Lorn stands as still as a statue. Finally Hawk and Ray start trading blows. Blows fall upon each other, each one the with the power to break a normal man. But these are not normal men.

Woodbridge: Screw the other two, Ransom Ray and Nolan Hawk might just kill each other here and now!

CJ breaks up the brawl with a wicked front dropkick that connects with the sides of both mens heads. Lorn takes this opportunity to strike and he drops CJ with a clothesline. He stands tall, the only man able and surveys the crowd with his trademark emotionless glare. Ray is soon back on his feet and clotheslines Lorn right in the jaw. Lorn rolls out of the ring seeking to recover and the big Texan stands at the ropes berating the fallen emo.

Woodbridge: I kinda like Lorn.

Paisner: Why’s that?

Woodbridge: Reminds me of when I was a kid.

Paisner: Really?!

Woodbridge: Hell no.

As Ray turns around into the ring, he is met with a brutal clothesline from Nolan Hawk. This collision sends Ray over the ropes and crashing to the floor outside the ring. Hawk surveys the carnage he has wrought and CJ looks to take advantage of his distracted state. He charges Hawk. But Hawk catches him on the way, sending him careening over the top rope onto the two men outside.

Woodbridge: The Birdman, must have eyes in the back of his head!

Paisner: Fun fact! Many birds have their eyes in the side of their head rather than straight on like other mammals to see danger before it strikes!

Woodbridge: Ornithological fact of the day, brought to you by the most intelligent man in pro wrestling, Allen Paisner!

Paisner: I’m the Goldberg of Trivial Pursuit.

Hawk seizes his moment. He waits until his opponents are standing, but still groggy and he hits the ropes on one side of the ring and strides to the other side of the ring in three massive steps, before taking flight over the ropes and crashing onto his adversaries.

Crowd: OOOOOH!

Woodbridge: A man that size shouldn't even leave his feet to do a pin, bro.

Hawk reaches his feet and basks in the crowds appreciation. Hawk picks up Ray and throws him into the ring. He scoots in after him and goes for the cover

Paisner: The first pinfall attempt of the match...

1…

2…

Only a 2 count!

Ray rolls his left shoulder up. Hawk shoots Ray into the ropes and ducks his head to early. Ray responds with a running knee lift that nearly knocks Nolan's teeth out. Hawk makes it to his knees and is met with a running knee from Ray. Before Ransom can capitalize on his weakened opponent, Lorn is back up. He comes from behind and traps Ray in a sleeper hold!

Woodbridge: One of my favorite holds of all time, the sleeper hold!

Paisner: You know why they call it a sleeper?

Woodbridge: Why?

Paisner: Because it puts the audience to sleep.

Ray, ever the dirty fighter, stamps on Lorn's foot repeatedly and Lorn breaks the hold and drives an elbow into the side of Ray's head.

Woodbridge: How dare you sumbitch.

Lorn moves Ray into the corner and whips him into the opposite corner turnbuckle. Operating on instinct, Ray back body drops the charging Lorn over the ropes. However, Lorn lands on the apron and punches Ray. He grabs Ray's head and drags his face over the top rope, burning him with the rope. The anguished screams of Ransom Ray cause Lorn's first smile of the match.

Paisner: And we get a smile! How cute!

With his back to the entrance way, Lorn hooks Ray for a suplex. This would take him over the rope onto the cold, hard concrete of the entrance. The fans buzz in anticipation of what they might see. Ray struggles against Lorn and attempts to suplex him back into the ring. As the two men struggle, Nolan Hawk recovers and tears up behind Lorn. He wraps his arms around Lorn's waist, planting his feet on either side of him and attempts to deliver a potentially fatal German suplex to Lorn. This brings Ray up more, but struggling against the tide, he manages to plant his feet firmly in the ring. The three men are locked in a stalemate. Carl Jones takes this opportunity to strike. He charges at them, and using Ransom Ray's back as a springboard, he flies over Lorn and Hawk, head first. On his way down, he wraps his hands around the waist of Nolan Hawk in a sunset flip!

Woodbridge: I have no idea what’s going on!

CJ is the last piece needed. His momentum and weight, pulls Hawk, Lorn and Ray out of their stalemate. Hawk falls back first, pulling Lorn with him. Lorn pulls Ray right over the tope rope. Ray tumbles the floor, ass over tits and all four men hit with a sickening thud on the cold, hard concrete! The crowd roars with their approval.

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

CJ is the first to his feet, cackling like a mad man. He grabs Nolan Hawk and rolls him into the ring. CJ dives in after him. He makes the cover!

1…

2…

3 – no! Hawk kicks out!

Paisner: Only two!

CJ berates the referee for a slow count. The ref holds firm that it was 2. CJ returns to his opponent and launches a kick, right to Hawks forehead. The crack of boot on bone echoes throughout the arena. CJ brings the big man into the corner, he shoots him into the other one and charges at him with bad intentions in mind. Before he can make those intentions a reality, Lorn cuts him off with a flying lariat that rotates CJ through the air and onto his chest.

Crowd: OOOOOH!

Woodbridge: Where did he come from!?

Lorn picks up CJ and powerbombs him into next week. Immediately after, a recovered Ray lariats Lorn forward in time to join him. Standing proud in the ring, Ray realizes his power. He grabs the prone CJ and picks him up for Texas Death….

He hits it!

Crowd: OOOOOH!

Woodbridge: AHHHH!

Paisner: JUMPING TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER HE CALLS THE TEXAS DEATH!

CJ lies helpless in the ring. But Mike Starr and D Swift make their presence known on the stage.

Paisner: Wait! What are these guys doing out here?!

Woodbridge: They're cheering on their buddy.

Ray spots the other two Strays and yells at them.

Paisner: Ransom Ray has been critical of The Strays from the word go.

With Ray distracted by the Strays, Lorn covers CJ!

1…

2…

3!

NO! Ray spots this and breaks up the pin!

Paisner: Lorn almost stole the match right there but Ray just saw it in the nick of time.

The Strays edge closer to the ring. Ray grabs Lorn and Flings him to the mat with a belly to belly suplex. Hawk comes off the top rope, flying at Ray and is greeted with the stiffest lariat ever. A tooth, or maybe just gum, flies out of Hawk's mouth. Ray picks him up and drives him into the mat with Texas Death.*

Woodbridge: No one can stop Ransom Ray!

Before Ray can pin Hawk, Starr hops up on the apron and distracts the referee. Ray gets in Starr’s face. The ref tries to prevent the men from coming to blows and D Swift dives into the ring. He grabs CJs lifeless body and puts him on top of Hawk. He takes a powder to the outside. Starr drops off the apron and appears to surrender. Ray is pleased with this and the ref returns to his duties. He spots CJ on top of Hawk and dives down to make the pin. Before Ray can break it up, Starr grabs hold of Ray's leg and holds on.

1…

2…

Paisner: He’s holding Ray back!

3!

DING DING DING

Stokes: In 18:38, here is your winner, Carl “CJ” JONES!

D Swift pulls CJ out of the ring before Ray can get free and The Strays retreat up the entrance. CJ doesn't know where he is, but his allies are laughing and smiling. Ray is furious.

Paisner: Oh my God, The Strays screwed Ray!

Woodbridge: You bastards!

COMMERCIAL

Sonny Carson vs. Hex
Kate stokes is in the ring, ready for the next match. We are on the hard cam, and then we see a man hold up a sign in front of the camera, blocking everything. It reads “JAG THINDH.” He holds it there, and then Paisner stands up.

Paisner: Ahem.

We switch camera angles to Paisner behind the commentator’s table.

A small “Paisner!” chant hits and Paisner blushes.

Paisner: Please, please. I appreciate your enthusiasm. Just like I appreciate the enthusiasm of one man in particular, Mr. Jag Thindh…!

The camera switches over to Jag, the man holding the sign. He sees the camera on him, and puts the sign in front of his face.

Paisner: Mr. Thindh, I know that I was the only person with the balls to sign you to a contract in WiR, but I’ll be damned if you block the hard cam on my show…!

Crowd: YAAAAAY!

Paisner: So please, if you would not be a dick and block the hard cam, that would be great.

Crowd: CLEAR THE HARD CAM! Clap, clap, clap clap clap

Thindh looks around, confused, and just puts his sign up again.

Paisner: You are lucky I caught you, because if I had not, you could have ruined a moment for millions and millions of people watching worldwide. And that, my friend, would be a dick move.

The crowd claps and agrees with Paisner. Thindh lowers his sign a little bit and lowers his brows, but then holds his sign up again.

Paisner: Tell you what, if you go backstage and not block the camera, I will enter you in the Yet-to-be-Named Title Tournament.

Crowd: NO! NO! NO!

Paisner: Hold on, people. It’s okay. It’s okay, trust me. What do you say, Mr. Jag?

Thindh looks around, then holds his sign up high as he walks through the crowd and to the back.

Paisner: Okay then. Alright, ladies and gentlemen, let us continue the show…!

He sits back down.

Stokes: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit, and is a first round match in the Yet-to-be-Named Title Tournament!

“Re-education” blasts over the sound system as Hex appears from the upper entrance for the crowd, the masses move out of the for hex as a cracks his knuckles while passing his beaten 2x4 between his hands, he gives a wry smile and he saunters down to the ring, soaking in the surly cheers of the male component of the audience.

Stokes: Introducing first, from Houston, Texas, weighing in at 245 pounds, he is the Brawling Texan.... HEX!

He gets to the ring and raises his hand, getting an instant pop.

Paisner: By the way before I forget, because Ransom Ray was screwed out of the Fatal-4-Way by The Strays earlier, I’m putting him into the title tournament next week. Just thought I’d throw that out there.

Woodbridge: That’s a pretty big announcement to throw out all willy-nilly, man.

Paisner: Fuck it, the internet will figure it out.

Suddenly, neon lights pierce through the arena as the dull, boring tones of Muse blare over the speakers, and Sonny Carson appears at the entrance.

Paisner: Sonny Carson, the ever-hated agent of self-inflated ego.

Woodbridge: Very deep words, Allen.

Paisner: I went to college.

He basks in the hatred of the crowd and wrestlers as he caters to the ring with the sort of self-assurance comparable to that of a sociopath.

Stokes: And his opponent, from Winipeg, Mantioba, Canada, weighing 190 pounds, Son –

Carson cuts her off and whispers in her ear.

Stokes: (reluctantly) He's Justin Bieber on steroids and somas…

Carson smiles and spreads his arms like he wants praise.

Stokes: SONNY CARSON!

Crowd: BOOOOOOO!

DING DING DING

As the bell rings, the two men lock up and Hex locks in a tight headlock, almost turning Carson's head purple with the force. Hex then takes Carson down to the mat with a snapmare and begins to crank Carson's neck. Hex then punches the ear of Carson!

Woodbridge: Ahhh, that’s a dick move.

Paisner: Hex pulls no punches, and has no qualms with punching you (giggling a little) right in the fuckin’ ear apparently.

Hex then picks up Carson and gives him a good chop right across the chest –

Crowd: WOOOO!

- Sending Carson to one knee. Hex picks him up and forearms him, then hits a neckbreaker. He goes for the cover.

1…

2…

3 – no! Carson gets the shoulder up.

Hex picks up Carson and gives him a forearm, and Carson forearms him right back. Carson builds momentum soaking in the boo’s and cursings from the crowd, similar to how Hulk Hogan would with the fans behind his back.

Paisner: Poor ol’ Sonny doesn’t seem to have friends in this crowd in Easton, tonight.

Woodbridge: And it seems like the male demographic at least is behind Hex tonight.

Carson gives him a few open palm strikes and delivers a stiff superkick to Hex, taking Hex off of his feet.

Crowd: OOOOOH!

Paisner: Takes his head off with the superkick!

Woodbridge: Needs more superkicks, though.

Carson immediately turns to the crowd and screams "Look at your brawling hero now, you idiots. I am the best!" The boo’s flood the arena, followed by a chant.

Crowd: YOU STILL SUCK! YOU STILL SUCK!

As Carson's back is turned, Hex rises to his feet as the crowd begins to cheers, Carson turns and hex delivers a flurry of punches and a dangerous tornado punch to Carson, dazing him.

Paisner: Fists of fire! Fists of fire!

Hex boots Carson in the gut and sets him up for the HexDriver! There's an audible smack as Carson's skull cracks off of the mat.

Woodbridge: AAHHH!

Paisner: That nasty piledriver he calls the HexDriver!

Carson is out!

1…

2…

3!

DING DING DING

Stokes: In 3:34, here is your winner advancing to the second round, HEX!

Crowd: YAAAAAY!

Hex leaves the ring, picks up his trusty 2x4 and jumps over the railing and leaves the what he entered, the people's brawler.

COMMERCIAL

Erik Von Jarrett vs. Kyle Scott
Kate Stokes stands in the center of the ring, her beautiful smile energizing the drained and restless crowd.

Stokes: The following contest is your MAIN EVENT of the evening!

Crowd: YAAAAAY!

Paisner: Main event time!

Woodbridge: First ever in WiR, this is a motherfuckin’ big deal.

Stokes: It is a first round match in the Yet-to-be-Named Title Tournament, and is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit!

The crowd roars their approval. Mark Woodbridge checks in early.

Woodbridge: I've been looking forward to this all week. Two guys who don't like each other, about to fight.

The music of Kyle Scott hits in the arena and he strolls onto the stage. There is a healthy reaction for Scott, which he greets with a smirk and a shrug. He walks to the ring, hops up on the apron and wipes his feet before getting in the ring.

Stokes: Introducing first, from Leeds England, weighing in at 200 pounds, KYLE “THE BREAKER” SCOTT!

Scott’s music fades out. The opening riff of Born in the USA hits, but before the opening lines about being born in a dead mans town, there is a hard, ugly cut straight to the chorus. Erik Von Jarrett erupts from the back, with a huge smile on his face. He performs his out of time Stomp/Clap sequence and no one joins in. He takes off at a brisk pace to the ring, hands outstretched into the crowd for high fives. Those that don't duck are tapped on the shoulder. He clambers up to the second rope and looks into the crowd. He points like he knows someone.

Stokes: And his opponent, from your home town, weighing in at 235 pounds, ERIK VON JARRETT!

EVJ hops into the ring and Kate steps out. His smile has disappeared and he and Kyle encroach on each other in the center of the ring. They exchange inaudible words and the ref tries to keep them separate. Kyle slaps EVJ hard right across the jaw and backs back into the corner. The crowd pops huge.

Paisner: In case you weren't aware, Kyle Scott does not respect Erik Von Jarrett.

Woodbridge: He looks down on everything about him. From his wrestling skills to his service record.

Von Jarrett slowly backs into his corner.

Crowd: YOU GOT BITCH SLAPPED! Clap, clap, clap clap clap!

Von Jarrett doesn't seem to notice the jeers of the crowd. He stares intently at his opponent. The bell rings and both men attack. EVJ swings wild overhead rights. Kyle with chops that land so hard, they sound like a shell exploding. Kyle gains the upper hand and throws three chops in quick succession. He goes for a jumping high kick, EVJ ducks and shoots behind Kyle, Kyle turns around into a standing dropkick from EVJ. With his opponent down, Von Jarrett takes this moment to hot dog for the crowd. On one knee, he flexes his biceps. He holds this pose for far too long and a clearly pissed off Kyle Scott stands up and casually walks over beside Von Jarrett. The swift kick to Von Jarrett's face connects not with a slap of leather on skin or hand on thigh. It is a dull thud that startles the taller man. He wobbles, his trembling legs give way and he flails to the mat, stunned. The bloodthirsty crowd silently stands like dominoes. Something has happened. They do not understand quite yet, but as Von Jarrett rolls out of the ring, clutching his eye, they know it is serious.

Woodbridge: Holy crap! I haven't seen a kick that stiff since Akira Maeda heard Choshu was banging his sister!

Paisner is conspicuous in his silence. The referee does not count as the ringside doctor checks on Von Jarrett. The camera focuses on Kyle. He leans against the turnbuckle. Paisner can be seen leaving the commentary position.

Woodbridge: Uh, ladies and gentlemen, my broadcast colleague and owner of WiR, Allen Paisner is now personally checking on Erik Von Jarrett.

Paisner can be heard off camera speaking to the doctor: "Can he finish?" The doctor can't give an answer. Von Jarrett stands up over both men. He removes his hand from his eye and we see it has already swollen shut and is twice it's normal size.

Woodbridge: Oh for fuck’s sake, it’s the first fuckin’ show!

It sits on his face like a tumor. The previously apathetic crowd groans in disgust at the deformed face in front of them. This groan turns into a standing ovation as Von Jarrett rolls back into the ring to finish the match.

Woodbridge: Wow. I didn't think he had it in him.

Von Jarrett stands in the middle of the ring and raises his left hand, the international symbol for a test of strength. Kyle, grinning like a man who has already won, strolls into the center of the ring and grants EVJ's request. He locks his right hand into Von Jarrett's left and his left into his right. But before they come chest to chest, Von Jarrett takes advantage of Kyle’s open head and drives his forehead into the bridge of Kyle's nose. Kyle Scott's nose erupts in a geyser of blood. The torrent stains the mat and the chests of both wrestlers. Kyle stumbles back, trying to maintain his footing, but he cannot. The stumbling has moved him to the edge of the ring and he falls through the middle and bottom rope. He recovers some sense of awareness as he tumbles onto the apron and rotates onto his front. He falls to the ground and the ringside doctor is on him in a shot.

Woodbridge: You talk about a receipt!

Paisner: (Off camera and mic) WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?

Von Jarrett ignores his boss as the crowd buzz in a combination of horror and fascination with what they just saw. With all eyes on Scott, no one notices Paisner grab the ref and whisper something in his ear. Paisner then takes off running to the back.

Woodbridge: I guess I'm calling the rest of this match on my own, then. What the hell are these guys going to do next?

The ringside doctor is able to staunch most of the bleeding, but there is still some blood pissing out of Kyle's nose. He marches over to Kate and grabs the mic off her.

Scott: Hey, I know most of these people think I should be pissed off, but honestly, I'm just impressed you've got the bollocks to try and give me a receipt mate. He smiles. My little sister hits harder than you.

Crowd: OOOOOOOHHH!

Von Jarrett is unmoved by Scotts taunting. He stares at him coldly with his eye growing larger by the second. It's already turning purple. The referee whispers in EVJ's ear and when Kyle reaches the ring, he whispers in his ear too. Kyle nods once in agreement with ref and charges Von Jarrett. EVJ ducks the wild swing and goes behind Kyle. He hooks one arm high and the other low. He pops his hips and sends Kyle tumbling through the air, landing on the back of his head.

Woodbridge: The Nepotismplex! Von Jarrett throws his finish at Scott out of nowhere!

Before EVJ can roll Scott over into the pin, D Swift charges the ring and hops up on the apron. This distracts the ref, allowing CJ and Mike Starr to hit the ring and turn out Von Jarrett's lights with Total Elimination. The Strays dive out of the ring and D Swift drops off the apron. Kyle rolls on top of Von Jarrett!

1…

2…

3!

DING DING DING

Stokes: (slightly disgusted) In 11:09, here is your winner advancing to the second round, KYLE SCOTT!

Woodbridge: What a display of violence. When this match was signed, I don't think anyone expected these two men to destroy each other like this. But what were the Strays doing out here? What are they still doing out here?

The Strays circle the fallen Von Jarrett like vultures. Starr has a chair in hand. He brings it up over his head and brings it down with a sickening crack. Rinse and repeat for D Swift and again for CJ. Finally they hand the chair to KS. He wraps it around Von Jarrett's ankle and climbs to the second rope. He comes off the rope with all his weight on Von Jarrett's ankle in a vicious Pillmanizer. Von Jarrett's blood curdling scream fills the arena. The doctor rushes in and checks on him. A stretcher come out for him.

Woodbridge: I think it's safe to say that Kyle Scott has joined The Strays. They now have a man in the title tournament. Will anyone be able to stop them? Keep up with WiR to find out for sure. I’m Mark Woodbridge, thank you and we’ll see you next week.

The Strays stand in a line with their arms up. They are now four.

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