HCS Presents: Syndicate TV #1

[Al Envy]

Live From the Cowtown Coliseum in the Historic Fort Worth Stockyards.

The camera fades into the HCS Arena at the Historic Cowtown Coliseum in Fort Worth, Texas. The sold out crowd is pumped up for the very first taping of Syndicate TV. The old building is literally shaking in the rafters as the crowd stands on their feet. The front row is banging the guardrails with their hands as the camera pans through the crowd. The arena reverberates with a HCS chant.


HCS!! HCS!! HCS!!HCS!!!!


Inside the ring stands Clark Benson, the new voice of Hate City Syndicate and former voice of New Edge Wrestling. He stands there with the microphone in his hand as he looks around the crowd with a smile on his face. He waits for the crowd to die down but realized that isn’t going to happen. He finally aughs and bring the microphone to his mouth.


Clark Benson: "Ladies and Gentlemen. welcome…..to HATE...CITY...SYNDICATE...WWRREESSTTLLIINNGG!!!!"


The crowd pops like crazy and continue their HCS chant.


Clark Benson: "I am Clark Benson…..the voice of HCS, and it is my honor and privilege to welcome you all to our very first Syndicate TV from beautiful Fort Worth, Texas at the historic Stockyards!!!"


The crowd applauds as Benson continues.


Clark Benson: "Fort Worth, Texas is going to be the new home of professional wrestling. You won’t get gimmicky matches or….sports...entertainment…..here at HCS."


The crowd boos at the mention of sports entertainment.


Clark Benson: "This is a hard nosed company much like Fort Worth, Texas is a hard nosed rough and rowdy city. Here….you will find the best and brightest athletes in the world, and they are here to compete for you. The great wrestling fans here in the arena and also online for those watching from around the world!!"


The crowd cheers as Benson continues.


Clark Benson: "So what do you all say that I stop talking and we get this show started."


The crowd pops again as from out of nowhere……….

“Insert Adele’s Rolling in the Deep.”

The crowd looks confused as out walks a stunning blonde woman with an arrogant look n her face. She walks towards the ring as Clark stares at her in disbelief. He keeps double backing towards her as she sensually enters into the ring showing off her stuff her Momma gave her. She walks up to Clark and kisses him on the cheek. She is then handed a microphone from outside the ring as she stands there staring at Clark.


Clark Benson: "Victoria? Victoria Walters?? Oh God don’t tell me your Dad is here too!! Why are you…."

Victoria Walters: "Hi ya Uncle Clark!"

Clark Benson: "Why are you out here? What are you doing?"

Victoria Walters: Well as everyone knows HCS is out to be revolutionary and inventive as well as old fashioned with pro wrestling right? Well obviously besides the fact that I am drop dead gorgeous I am also something you have never seen before.


Clark stares at her a she continues to smile.


Victoria Walters: "I am your COLOR COMMENTATOR!!"


Clark Benson drops his microphone but catches it.


Clark Benson: "Wait I thought I was a solo act on commentary!! What in the hell is going on! Where is Al Envy at!!"


The crowd pops at the name of Fort Worth’s own Al Envy.


Victoria Walters: "Well I am here as your color commentator. Thas right a friggin female color!! Oh and I was hired by someone above Al Envy so there!!"

Clark Benson: "Who in the hell is over the booker of….nevermind… let’s just get to the show ok."

Victoria Walters: "Okie dokie…..but before we get to that. How sexy do I look tonight? You think I can score with Cross Racoba tonight?"

Clark Benson: "I am just going to ignore that. Tonight in our main event Jess Styles takes on Gravedigger. You will also see Prince Wadjehotep taking on a newcomer named Shane Lacroix. However our first match will be the global superstar Ricky “Bobby” Cassels as he takes on…..Anal Violation??"


Victoria stares at Clark who just shakes his head.


Clark Benson: "Kyra Johnson, Mura, and so many others are here tonight. So let’s get to it. Our very first Syndicate TV begins now. This is…..Hate City Syndicate!!"


Victoria blows a kiss as the shows intro begins to play.

[Al Envy]

Clark Benson: "Ladies and gentleman, we are getting word that one of the latest HCS signings has just arrived in the building!"


Victoria Walters: "Ohh my! Sarah, take it away. Who could it be? "


The camera feed cuts backstage where HCS backstage interview and former Dallas Cowboys cheerleader, Sarah Stevenson is waiting with her microphone in hand prepared to get a word from the latest arrival.


The old, beat down HCS bus sluggishly pulls up to the front of the coliseum. The bus door on the bus opens up, releasing a giant cloud of cigarette smoke and reeking of booze.


Clark Benson: "As you can see, we clearly spilled our guts on transportation…"


Victoria Walters: "Pipe down Benson! I can’t hear what’s going on back there!"


The first figure steps into view from the bus. It’s none other than Nikki Juggs, former NEW Valet. She is carrying a she-devil like grin on her face and is smoking a very long cigarette.


Victoria Walters: "Who is that fat bitch?"


Clark Benson: "That’s Nikki Juggs from NEW! Which can only mean one thing….."


Next, another person emerges from the bus. He is carrying a shit load of suitcases that clearly belong to Nikki Juggs.


Clark Benson: "IT’S RICKY BOBBY!!!! HE’S HERE IN HCS!!!! WOOOOWHOOOO!!!!"


Ricky Bobby is struggling to carry all the luggage as he and Nikki make their way into the Cowtown Coliseum. As they make their way toward Sarah Stevenson, she anxiously awaits to get a few comments from the duo. And just as she is about to get a word from the two, another figure steps into the picture….


It is the owner of HCS, “The Showstealer” Al Envy!


Al Envy: "Hello Nikki Juggs and Ricky Bobby… On behalf of myself, I would like to welcome you both to Hate City Syndicate."


With a giant jackass grin on his face, Al offers his hand out to Ricky Bobby.


Clark Benson: "Oh my! These two have a ton of history from NEW. They have had numerous battles over the years…. Is Ricky Bobby gonna shake his hand or cold cock the owner of HCS???"


Ricky Bobby cold stares the owner of HCS, not offering his hand in return just yet. Al quickly realizes that Ricky Bobby isn’t going to shake his hand, so he tries to play it off by acting like he is offering to carry some of Ricky Bobby and Nikki Juggs’ luggage.


Al Envy: "Let me give you a hand with that luggage…."


The Showstealer reaches down to grab the luggage, but Ricky Bobby quickly swats Al Envy’s hand away from his luggage. Al’s grin quickly turns into a frown as he wasn’t exactly expecting the reaction he just got from The Trailer Park Wonder.

Sarah Stevenson quickly moves in and holds the microphone up to Ricky Bobby’s mouth. Ricky pauses for a moment before speaking.


Ricky Bobby: "Owl, I ain’t forgot about what ya done to muh main squeeze, Nikk-eh. Now get tha hell outta muh way. I gots a match to wrasslin in. *looks over at Nikki* C’mon baby, lets go…"


Ricky Bobby shoulder swipes the owner of HCS as he and Nikki begin making their way to their dressing room leaving Al and Sarah in shock. Sarah holds the microphone up to Al’s mouth, but he shakes his no as he declines to comment. The camera feeds cuts back to ringside.


Victoria Walters: "It appears as if this Ricky Bobby guy may have some bottled up animosity toward the owner of this great federation!"


Clark Benson: "Ohh baby, you don’t even know! These two have done some horrible things to each other over the years. It should be very interesting to see how this plays outs."


Victoria Walters: "Don’t you ever call me baby again, nerd boy! And with that, we’ve got to pay some bills but Syndicate will be right back!"

The feed quickly cuts to commercial.

[Al Envy]

Clark Benson: Ladies and gents it’s time for Hate City’s first ever official match!

Victoria Walters: This is what we have been waiting for Clark!

Clark Benson: Indeed it’s a new era in wrestling and it all starts right now with Hate City.

Victoria Walters: Of course it doesn’t hurt that Hate City has a Walters calling the action.

Clark Benson: Arrogant just like your pops.

Victoria Walters: Hardly my pops he had sex with a hooker at 18 and then I was born nine months later he didn’t even know about me for fifteen years.

Clark Benson: So your the daughter of a hooker interesting.

Victoria Walters: Yes and your point?

Clark Benson: Oh nothing at all…. Oh look Anal Violation has made his way to the ring with a very odd stalker like look across his face.

Victoria Walters: That guy is so creepy.

Clark Benson: I figured that was your type.

Victoria Walters: No not really.[/i][/font]

The lights in the arena dim as Smoking in the Boys Room by Motley Crue begins to blare over the arena. The only light that can be seen in the entire arena is coming from the Edge-tron. Suddenly, there's an explosion at the top of the entrance ramp as Blue and White pyros go off. The lights come back on as Ricky Bobby Cassels and his girlfriend Nikki Juggs are standing at the top of entrance ramp. The pair receives a standing reaction. Cassels is wearing a pair of cut off jean shorts with no shirt on, exposing his massive amount of chest hair. Nikki is wearing a pair of distastefully short daisy dukes and an orange tank top with no bra underneath it. The tank top has the Reese's Peanut Butter Cup logo in the center and it doesn't completely cover Nikki's stomach. She is a larger woman and her gut is hanging out of the tank top. Her ass is also hanging out of the daisy dukes giving the illusion of two hogs fighting. Nikki is walking in 3 inch thick high heels as she leads the way to the ring, a lit cigarette dangling from her lips. Cassels struts down the aisle trailing behind her. The crowd begins singing along with Ricky Bobby's theme.

Crowd in Unison: Smokin' in the Boys Room......... Smokin' in the boys room!!!!

Nikki walks up the steel side steps and then holds the ropes down for Ricky as he slaps her on the ass before he enters the ring. Cassels walks over to the corner of the ring and climbs to the top turnbuckle as the fans continue cheering and singing his theme. Meanwhile, Nikki stands in the center of the ring smoking her cigarette while trying to look all seductive but it isn't exactly working. Ricky steps down from the turnbuckle and makes his way to the center of the ring. Nikki and Ricky nearly swallow each other's faces as they make out before she exits the ring. Nikki will continue to chain smoke during Ricky Bobby's match.

Clark Benson: Former New Edge Superstar Ricky Cassel’s has made his arrival and I see him and Nikki’s relationship is still uh strong as ever.

Victoria Walters: I could get down with those two.

Clark Benson: WHAT!?

Victoria Walters: What they look like they would be fun.[/i][/font]

DING!!!!!

The bell rings as Anal Violation just stares out at Nikki Juggs who is now outside the ring and Anal licks his lips then begins to grab his nipples trying to get the attention of Nikki who notices this as she lights up another smoke and yells for Ricky to kick his ass! Ricky who was in the middle of drinking a bush light suddenly throws his can over the top rope and charges for Anal Violation. Now Anal notices Ricky charging and quickly rolls outside the ring. As he licks his lips some more walking up to a fan near part of the guard rail a male fan and it seems he asked the fan if he did Anal…… The fan tosses his drink right in the face of Violation and as Anal turns away from the fan back towards the ring. Ricky was waiting as he SLING SHOTS himself over the top rope and down across the body of Anal Violation. The fans cheer loudly after having seen Ricky take flight like that. Nikki who is now jumping up and down cheering while a few fans not to far from her look like they could barf from the massive fat jiggling. Meanwhile Ricky has brought Anal to his feet and picks him up STUN GUN!!!! Ricky drops Anal Violation throat first across the steel guard rail and Anal is holding his throat in serious pain. Ricky quickly rolls back into the ring to break the count then back outside of the ring. He smiles as he see’s Anal coughing up blood from his Stun Gun. Anal gets pulled to his feet and while in the middle of coughing up blood he loudly asks Ricky if he does Anal? Ricky gets a confused look on his face like he has no idea what that is even looking down at Nikki kind of hollering what’s Anal? Nikki ignores her man and with Ricky trying to get her attention Anal bloody and manages to get a double ax handle across the back of Ricky and tossing Cassels back into the ring.

Clark Benson: Anal has gone on the attack here! Kicks, punches, kicks and uh more kicks to Ricky who is getting back to his feet. Ricky actually looks more annoyed then in any form of pain from those kicks and punches via Anal Violation.

Victoria Walters: Jeez is that all this guy knows how to do?

Clark Benson: What give anal?

Victoria Walters: No goofy punch, kick and punch.

Clark Benson: It would seem so as Ricky is fully back to his feet now and still getting hit by the uh punches from Violation.

Victoria Walters: My grandmother hits harder then Anal Violation!

Clark Benson: Is she a hooker to?

Victoria Walters: Retired hooker Clark.

Clark Benson: Ah I see.

Victoria Walters: Why you want her number?

Clark Benson: That’s quite alright….

Victoria Walters: She’s almost eighty but would still rock your nerdy world.

Clark Benson: Hey I am a broadcast journalist not a nerd.

Victoria Walters: Right….. Anyways looks like Ricky Cassels has had enough of Anal’s pathetic attempts to attack him.

Clark Benson: Ricky simply blocked Anal’s right hand and Anal quickly backed up now he has uh turned around kind of bending over what in the world.

Victoria Walters: OHHH I get it he’s offering himself up to Ricky offering him a chance to give him Anal to uh Anal.

Clark Benson: Gross and Ricky just looks confused.

Victoria Walters: Ricky is now looking toward Nikki for advice and she tells him to smash the loser so they can make the buffet dinner.

Clark Benson: Lord knows she needs more food…..

Victoria Walters: Hey now be nice to Nikki big woman need love too.[/i][/font]

With Anal Violation still propped over trying to uh get anal from Ricky who finally charges towards Violation kicking him directly in his ass sending him face first down into the second turnbuckle. Anal then turns around saying oh I like it rough this causes Ricky to take some steps back and then come in a running with a boot right to the face of Anal who was down on his ass leaning against the second turnbuckle cover. Anal looks a bit out of it now after that huge running boot as Ricky drags Anal to his feet and nails an EYE GAUGE!!! Anal holds his left eye screaming in pain as Ricky looks over at Nikki flexing a little bit which causes Nikki to roll her eye a bit. Ricky now grabs a hold of Anal and drops him with a DDT!!! Anal is down face first on the mat as Ricky kicks Violations body over onto his back and now Ricky climbs out onto the ring apron grabbing the smoke out of Nikki’s mouth taking a drag then putting said smoke back in her mouth as Ricky now climbs to the top turnbuckle waiting for Anal to struggle to his feet and after a good three minutes he finally does. MISSILE DROP KICK from the top rope nails Anal Violation taking him off his feet and back down to the ring mat. Ricky hears the crowd cheering for him as he kind of smiles and asks Nikki for another can of Bush Light but Nikki shakes her head no saying I want BUFFET! Meaning she wants him to finish this. Ricky says yes dear then brings Anal Violation back to his feet driving several knee shots into the gut of Anal and now Violation is holding his stomach in pain might even have some tears coming down his eyes as Ricky backs up and charges at Anal attempted running closeline but Anal dropped to one knee in pain and Ricky missed it and rammed right into the near turnbuckle. Anal now back to his feet seeing Rickys back exposed he gets that stalker smile across his face again and moves up right against the turned around Ricky yelling you will never FORGET ANAL!

Clark Benson: Oh dear lord Anal is trying to pull Ricks pants down!!!!!!

Victoria Walters: Ricky quickly has put a stop to that driving a elbow right between the eyes of Anal who was about to attempt to give Anal to Ricky.

Clark Benson: I think Ricky now understands what Anal was trying to do and SUPERMAN PUNCH!!!! Anal is down!!! Anal is down!!!!

Victoria Walters: Ricky is now kicking the crap out of the body of Anal Violation now those are real man kicks!

Clark Benson: And, he has now mounted on top of Anal hard left and right straight punches.

Victoria Walters: Oh man you can see the swelling of both Anal’s eyes from those hard punches.

Clark Benson: I think Ricky has had enough he’s bringing Anal to his feet SOUTHERN NECK BREAKER!!!!!!!

Victoria Walters: What a move!!!!

Clark Benson: It’s impressive yes.

Victoria Walters: Anal isn’t moving and Ricky makes the pin by using just his boot over the chest of Anal Violation!!!!

ONE………

TWO………

THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DING!!!!!!

DING!!!!!!

Clark Benson: Ricky Cassels wins!!!

Victoria Walters: In dominant fashion I might add.[/i][/font]

The Queen of the trailer park aka Nikki Juggs gets in the ring bouncing off the ropes and BODY SPLASH TO THE DOWNED ANAL VIOLATION!!!!! Ricky then with all of his might helps Nikki Juggs to her feet as Ricky gets his arm raised by the ref then Nikki says it’s BUFFET time and her and Ricky quickly exit the ring headed for the back while the ref holds up an X symbol as Hate City Trainers come running out to the ring to check on the flattend Anal Violation.

[Al Envy]

'Fight' by CFO$ hits the PA system as a spotlight shines down onto the stage when the lights go dim. Dylan Knight walks out from behind the curtain onto the stage and takes in the awesome atmosphere of the very first Syndicate show.


Announcer: "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome.... DYLAN KNIGHT!!!"


He walks down the ramp and rolls under the bottom rope before climbing the turnbuckle and soaking in the atmosphere. Dylan is only twenty years old and is very fresh to the wrestling business and has been training for two years since leaving his amatuer days at school.


The announcer hands a microphone to Dylan who is all smiles for the Fort Worth crowd. He again takes a moment and relishes the spotlight.


DK: "Fort Worth, Texas!!!"


Loud pop from the crowd.


DK: "Are you having a wicked first HCS show?!"


More loud cheers from the Texas crowd.


DK: "Well i am here to announce two things for you... unfortunately i am not going to be tying up my boots and performing for you guys tonight. I am here which must be obvious by now to say i have signed for this upstart company. Now hardly anyone will know me as i've only had one professional match ever, so my idea, why not create history with a new promotion and make history together?"


Dylan continues to get a good reaction from the crowd.


DK: "Secondly, i am in the HCS World Championship tournament and i will create history!"


The crowd really begin getting into Dylan, seeing him as an underdog due to his inexperience and getting behind him.


DK: "But i will win it and it will be nothing to do with you people!!!"


He starts laughing at the audience who turn on him in an instant.


DK: "No, frankly, i'm glad i don't have to wrestle in front of you lot because you hillbilies don't deserve to see history being made."


The crowd really begin to get on the back of Dylan who relishes it all.


DK: "I will take this tournament by storm and i will become the first ever HCS World Champion and it will be because i deserve it and because i am the best on the HCS roster. HCS It's Knight Time!!!"


Boos ring around the building as 'Fight' begins to play again. Dylan taunts the crowd before exiting the ring.

[Al Envy]

Before Syndicate TV's return can go anywhere else, the scene shifts to an old Graveyard,
it's identifiable as such to be abandon do to the tall grass and weeds around all the old tombstones. For those of a certain persuasion, it is paradise on Earth.
The video continues...


TWO HOURS BEFORE SYNDICATE TV WENT LIVE…

VICTIM #1: “I WILL UNLEASH THE BEAST”

A half-painted Gravedigger aka Demon King is shone opening a dungeon door and walks inside, sits down on some kind of throne. He reads something that looks like an invitation of some kind.

“An invitation to participate, on Syndicate TV In The Main Event, Interesting, so it looks like those fools have decided to test me, to see if I am what I say I am.”

He tosses the invite aside, rising up from the throne. He sighs, before looking upwards. He takes a wine glass into his hands.

“(breaks glass) I won't underestimate my opponent. Not this time, not anytime. I will not allow my opponent to win.”

The Gravedigger notices the blood not coming from his right hand. He smiles at that. He removes the chunks of glass.

“No pain (The Gravedigger then cackles for a second.)”

His eyes then look serious.

“Jesse Styles, with our main event match at Syndicate TV tonight, I shall destroy you. I will paint the ring canvas with blood, as I will use you, as an example for my future opponents, to show just how bloodthirsty I truly am.”

Suddenly, two dungeon servants come up to Gravedigger.

“(Servant#1 speaks) you disappoint us sir…”

The Gravedigger turns around, eyes glowing red. He looks at the servant that talked to him, and walks up to the underling. The Gravedigger then puts one hand around the servant's neck, grasping it very tight.

“Wrong thing to say.”

Gravedigger then carries that held servant, as he picks up one of the larger pieces of broken glass, and shoves it into the servant's forehead.

“(Servant#2 speaks) Was that really needed sir?”

“Yes. He was just like everybody else. He didn't understand that I will not accept failure or insubordination. Not even from myself. To be reminded of it doesn't sit well.”

“(Servant#2 begins to speak) then perhaps you should do something about it.”

Gravedigger chuckles at that comment.

“Tonight I will indeed go to Syndicate TV and face Jesse Styles in the Main Event, I will avenge all of my mistakes from NEW, and not just by making Jesse bleed to death….”

“(Servant 1 wakes up)That (yanks glass out of forehead)is what everyone expects of you. The empty grave has been dug up, and is ready for your first HCS victim.”

The two servants and Gravedigger then walked outside to the graveyard to the freshly dug up grave with a tombstone that had Jesse Styles Born August 10, 1984 and Died January 19, 2016 written on it. As the Screen fades to black Gravedigger’s voice could be heard …

“Tonight I will bring the HATE to HATE CITY, I will unleash the BEAST, and Jesse Styles I will beat you in the Main Event, and like it or not I will bury you once and for all so you can R.I.P…………”

[Al Envy]

Clark Benson: Well that was a hell of a way to kick off HCS wasn’t it Victoria??

Victoria Walters: That was the damnest thing I have ever seen. Can we get a guarantee that Anal Violation and that creepy redneck never gets booked again on this show??

Clark Benson: From the reaction of the crowd for that match I expect them two to be working main events pretty soon.

Victoria Walters: Then when either one of them are out I am going to take my mandatory 1 hour union break.

Clark Benson: There are no unions in wrestling. You will sit here and call the match like a good color commentator does. And why are you looking around.

Victoria Walters: I saw how Violation was looking at me. I want to make sure that creeper isn’t trying to sneak up on me.

Clark Benson: Let’s go to the ring….please??

James Jameson: Our next match is scheduled for one fall with a 15 minute time limit. Introducing first from Las Vegas, Nevada he is CCRROOSS RRAACCOOBBAA!!!![/font][/i][/b]

The lights dim in the arena as Joe Walsh's 'Turn to Stone' sounds across the arena. The fans jeer and boo in disgust as they know what to expect when they hear the distinctive distorted power-chords that start the song. The lights focus on the entrance to the ramp as Cross Recoba comes through the curtain.

He brushes his shag haircut off his eyes and looks at the crowd. He instinctively clutches the crucifix necklace that hangs from his neck. He walks to the ring with purpose, only looking away from the ring to answer hecklers in the crowd.

He leaps onto the apron and smiles as he sees his disapproving audience before stepping through the ropes and waiting for his opponent.

Victoria Walters: I did a little research on this guy. Did you know his real middle name is Croccifixio??

Clark Benson: Why in the hell does that matter.

Victoria Walters: Why? Because its a weird ass middle name. Its sounds Italian, but that guy doesn’t look Italian. Why was his middle name chosen to be that?? This is going to run me crazy I swear.

Clark Benson: Most important thing is Cross Racoba is one of the up and coming stars in professional wrestling and we are lucky to have him here in HCS and we hope he sticks around here. He is a hell of a hand. He is a good mix of the Japanese Junior style with some American Indy. And this match up here should be a fantastic contest.

Victoria Walters: Croccifixio isn’t Japanese either. He needs to change that damn name.

Clark Benson: Can we please just call this match??

James Jameson: And his opponent from from Allen Park, Michigan he is “The Greatest Show on Earth” MMUURRUU!!!!![/font][/i][/b]

Up on the tron a picture of the earth is seen. The earth then explodes as pyro and explosions fill the arena. The entrance ramp is filled with smoke as "Ladies and Gentlemen" by Saliva begins to play. Muru then walks out through the fog and makes his way down the ramp. Along the way to the ring he slaps the hands of a few fans and the he slides into the ring. He then raises his hands to the air as the crowd cheers

Victoria Walters: Jesus Christ we can afford pyro?? When the hell did we get that set up.

Clark Benson: First show we went all out.

Victoria Walters: Then I better get extra on my pay for having my eardrums blown out.

Clark Benson: Muru vs Cross Racoba. I believe this will be a great match. Muru calls himself the greatest show on Earth and we are about to see if he lives up to his self professed billing.

Victoria Walters: They both are pretty cute. Let’s see what happens.

Clark Benson: Thank you for your expert commentary.

Victoria Walters: It’s why I am here, that and to hopefully to see Wadjethotep naked.[/i][/font]

Ding Ding Ding…

The bell sounds as the crowd sits down to watch the match. Racoba and Muru circle each other as Racoba starts talking shit. He is right in Muru’s face when suddenly Muru slaps the holy hell out of him earning a groan from the crowd. Racoba goes to throw a clothesline but Muru ducks. Racoba turns around and Muru snaps off a beautiful arm drag. Racoba pops back up and Muru hits another arm drag. Racoba gets back up and Muru nails a tremendous standing dropkick knocking Racoba out of the ring. The crowd rises as Muru tries to catch Racoba off guard with a high risk move onto the outside of the ring but Racoba sees it coming and trots away causing Muru to hold off on the move.

Clark Benson: Well we see Cross Racoba has a pretty good mind on him. Don’t want to get hit with a big move to have yourself taken out early.

Victoria Walters: I agree.

Clark Benson: Happy that you do. Why don’t you stop filing your nails and watch the match and learn something.

Victoria Walters: Let me know when Prince comes out. Or Jesse Styles…..
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Cross Racoba gets back in the ring. Once again he starts jawing with Muru. They both collar and elbow tie up each other as they jock for positioning. Neither man has the strength advantage so Racoba slips Muru into a side headlock. Muru backs him up and shots him into the ropes Racoba shoulder tackles Muru knocking him down. Racoba bounces off the ropes and leaps over Muru and comes back from the other side. Muru leapfrogs him and Racoba turns around. Muru tries to hip toss Cross Racoba but Racoba counters and hip tosses Muru. Muru pops back up and Racoba clothes lines Muru knocking him down to the mat. Cross tries to follow that up but Muru sweeps his legs out from underneath him. Muru goes for an elbow drop but Racoba trips his legs out from under him. Cross goes for a elbow drop of his own but Muru sweeps his legs out then with pure speed senton bombs him. The crowdd cheers as Muru throws his arms out for approval as Cross lies on the mat trying to get the wind back from it being knocked out.

Clark Benson: Fantastic display of chain wrestling there. But Muru is in control after that impactful senton to drive the air out of Racoba.

Victoria Walters: OK i am impressed with that. They aren’t even tired after that display.Must mean they have stamina...hmmm I could put that to use.

Clark Benson: Does your father know you think about that kind of stuff??

Victoria Walters: You do know Vince Walters right? It’s one of the traits he passed onto me.

Clark Benson: Great. Are you going to start talking about how the wrestlers packages look in their tights?

Victoria Walters: Oh yes….I am….
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Inside the ring Muru picks Racoba up and delivers another standing dropkick knocking Racoba down to the mat. He goes for a quick cover but Cross kicks out not even at one. He uses his speed to pick Cross up and he goes for a snap ddt but Cross counters by pushing him off. Muru counters that with a side kick to the side of Racoba’s headthat knocks Cross back through the ropes and outside to the ring.

Clark Benson: Oh did you hear that impact!!!! Good grief Cross is going to need Advil after that. It’s the best for those nagging headaches he is going to have!

Victoria Walters: Sponsor??

Clark Benson: Of course it is. I prefer Aleve though for my headaches. They are also a sponsor. So now that we can now get that check let’s get back to the action.

Victoria Walters: Very smooth transition Uncle Clark…..[/i][/font]

Cross is struggling on the outside using the apron to hold himself up. Muru sees this as the opportunity to take Racoba out once and for all. He takes off and bounces off the other side of the ring and runs and attempts a diving moonsault…..but Racoba sees it coming and assists Muru straight in the security barricade. A sickening thud rings throughout the arena from Muru’s body hitting it. Cross shakes the cobwebs out of his head then starts taunting the crowd as Muru lies there motionless.

Clark Benson: Holy Jesus that was brutal!! Cross Racoba used those instincts to counter that. Pure instinct! And Muru paid the price for the high risk attempt. Cross is now in control.
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After a few good stomps to Muru’s head Racoba picks him up and throws him back into the ring. Racoba stands on the apron then springboards into the ring dropping a leg across Muru’s throat and goes for the cover.

1...

2...

NNOO!! Muru kicks out by getting his shoulder up. Cross immediately goes back on the offensive by snapmaring Muru over. He then backs up and flips over Muru snapping his neck forward causing his head to snap back and hit the mat. Cross stands up and puts his arms out and gets a negative reaction from the crowd.

Victoria Walters: This guy seems to care a lot for the fans booing him. He should care about getting his real middle name fixed.

Clark Benson: What he is doing is giving Muru time to recover. He needs to get back on him. Muru has a reputation for the ability to take punishment and come back from it. He is very resilient.

Victoria Walters: Oh look at Mr. Big Man with his Mr. Big Man big words.

Clark Benson: Ugh…..I better get a bonus this week…[/i][/font]

Cross Racoba reaches down and picks Muru up. He executes a perfect Saito Suplex which actually gets an applaud from the crowd. Racoba signals it’s over and goes for the cover.

1…

2…

NNOOO!!!

Muru gets the shoulder up again!! Racoba starts to look frustrated as he picks Muru back up again. He starts yelling at him about how he can’t survive the Fox and slaps him straight in the face.

Victoria Walters: Well that wasn’t very nice.

Clark Benson: A show of disrespect from the Fox. He needs to put Muru away instead of disrespecting him.
[/i]
Cross Racoba backs away from Muru and goes for a turnaround springboard dropkick but Muru moves out of the way. Racoba goes crashing to the ground and Muru follows up with a Tornado DDT!!! Both men are now down!! The referee begins to count.

1…

2…

3…

4…

5…

Both men begin to start to move and get back up. However they are still not to their feet

6…

7…

8…

The crowd is on their feet happy with the action they have been seeing. Both men are up and start exchanging bows. Racoba is nailing Muru with a good right hand while Muru follows up with forearm smashes. Racoba goes for a clothesline but Muru ducks, bounces off the middle rope and drive a Knee straight to Racoba’s nose!! Blood splatters everywhere and Racoba drops down to the mat. Muru goes for the cover!!

1…

2…

TTHHRE!!!!

NNOO!! Cross kicks out as the crowd exhales in aspiration. Blood trickles from Racoba’s nose as Muru sits up stunned that the knee strike didn’t put Racoba away.

Clark Benson: Muru!! The man trying to once again rise to the top of the wrestling world, a place where he has been before can’t put the younger newcomer away!! What in the hell does he have to do to beat Cross!!

Victoria Walters: I think Racoba has a broken nose right now. Eww that’s gross. But I would still show him my va jay jay

Clark Benson: That’s good to know…...I guess….[/i][/font]

Muru stands over Racoba waiting for the young competitor to stand up.

Clark Benson: Veteran move right there by Muru. He is allowing Racoba to exert his energy trying to get back to his feet. Jesus he has to have cobwebs in his head right now from that knee strike!

Racoba gets on one knee and smiles at Muru. He spits blood out onto the mat and yells come on you old motherfucker!!

Clark Benson: Oh man…..OOHH MMAANN!!!

Victoria Walters: Hope the censors caught that!!
[/i]
Muru rears back about to connect with a knockout blow but Racoba uses his speed and dodges the attack. Muru turns around and gets superkicked straight into the face. Muru stumbles backwards and comes back forward and gets superkicked again in the face!!

Victoria Walters: Muru fella isn’t going down Uncle Clark!!

Clark Benson: God God those kicks are brutal and Muru isn’t even going to one knee!!
[/i]
Racoba goes for another superkick but Muru catches it. He holds onto the leg cussing at Racoba but Racoba reverses it into a brutal enziguri laying out Muru !! Cross wastes no time and applies the Garibaldi's Guillotine!

Clark Benson: There it is his version of a standing Boston Crab!!

Victoria Walters: Is the human body supposed to bend that way. Man Muru is flexible.

Clark Benson: No it isn’t supposed too!!! Muru is trying to fight his way out of this but he can’t break the hold.[/i][/font]

Cross Racoba applies more pressure and screams for Muru to tap Muru keeps fighting it as the referee stands over him asking if he gives up. Racoba applies even more pressure and still Muru refuses. He is almost to the ropes and reaches out to break the hold but Racoba drags him back center ring and really applies the pressure.

Clark Benson: God the intestinal fortitude of Muru here!!

Muru keeps fighting for a few more seconds. The he starts to fade away. His head finally hits the mat as the referee picks up his arm and drops it.

1…

He lifts it again. And once again it drops.

2….

A final time the referee lifts the arm, and it stays up!! But it then drops…..

TTHHRREE!!

Ding Ding Ding.

Clark Benson: God he passed out from the pain!! What a hell of a matchup!! Muru refused to quit. He refused to give up!!

Victoria Walters: What a win for the cutie pie. I think he will go places here in HCS.

Clark Benson: Well so will Muru. I want to see this match again. Make it happen booker!!

James Jameson: Here is your winner by referee stoppage….CCRROOSS RRAACCOOBBAA!!!!
[/i][/b][/font]

[Al Envy]

The camera moves backstage where we see Miss Dallas walking with a coffee in one hand, and her cellphone in the other. The outspoken pageant winner is wearing a bright pink dress and is moving without a care in the world, tweeting as she bumps into someone. The coffee spills at her feet, barely missing her very expensive heels. Her head moves up slowly to see one of the backstage show coordinators adjusting his glasses nervously as he stares at the visibly irate beauty queen.


Backstage Coordinator: "I'm sorry Miss Johnson, that was my mistake."


Kyra Johnson: "You're 100 percent right it was your mistake! You nearly spilled my coffee on my shoes. Do you know how much they cost?"


Nervously, he conjures up a response.


Backstage Coordinator: "I haven't the slightest idea. I can assure you that it won't happen again."


Kyra Johnson: "I know it won't happen again, and the name is MISS DALLAS to you. You don't know me, so don't call me Miss Johnson. MISS DALLAS. Do I need to spell it out or did they manage to teach you how to comprehend English in whatever small town you grew up in?"

As he goes to answer, she puts her hand in his face.

Kyra Johnson: "That was a rhetorical question. Don't speak again, got it?"

He nods his head as 'Miss Dallas' rolls her eyes. She turns to the camera-man who has captured this entire exchange.

Kyra Johnson: "It seems I have everyone's attention now. Good. I deserve it. This idiot right here? Yeah, the guy who nearly spilled my coffee on me which undoubtedly would have meant I wouldn't have been able to wrestle tonight, he nearly cost you all the match you've been looking forward to for two weeks now. This match between Jubilee and myself was nearly cancelled because of his mistake. Now, I asked him not to speak, but for the sake of embarrassing him more than he's already embarrassed himself, let's find out who he is."

She snaps her fingers.

Kyra Johnson: "Hey, little small town idiot, what's your name?"

He steps forward, looking into the camera, his cheeks red.

Backstage Coordinator: "Norman Oswald."

Kyra Johnson: "Well, everyone, it appears Norman Oswald is the idiot who almost ruined the first ever HCS show. For that, I think we should get hashtag Fire Norman Oswald trending on twitter. Everyone out there with half a brain, hop on your Twitter account, and get to work. And you...get lost."

She puts her index finger on his forehead, pressing him back a little bit as he walks away, extremely embarrassed. Kyra returns her gaze to the camera.

Kyra Johnson: "Tonight you all get to witness something special, and that is the start of my career. I know I don't have the training that someone like Jesse Styles, or Prince Wadjethotep have, but I have something that nobody else here has, and that's undeniable star power. If you haven't been paying attention, I've created quite the stir on social media. And how could any of us forget that I'm the first ever Anything Goes champion?"

A satisfactory smile spreads across her lips.

Kyra Johnson: "Unlike most of this roster, who have wrestled elsewhere, including my opponent, Jubilee Jinx, I bring an undefeated record of zero and zero with me, and tonight...I can guarantee that when my match is over, I'll remain undefeated at one win, zero losses. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a match to get ready for. Move."

The agitated Miss Dallas storms past the cameraman, bumping his shoulder as the camera returns to ringside.

[Al Envy]

We open up inside of a serviceable, yet outdated locker room. It’s clear that the locker areas have not undergone the same level of remodelling as the rest of the arena, due to ownerships desire to ensure the product succeeds prior to sinking more money into the building. Ryder D’Adori is sitting with his stunningly beautiful girlfriend, “Miss Dallas 2013” Kyra Johnson. Kyra is admiring herself in the mirror while Ryder sits on the couch that is set up in there, feet propped up, playing on his phone with a cheap tap beer sitting beside him on the box he set up as an end table.



Kyra: "Are you as excited as I am for my match tonight?"





Ryder: "Of course babe, you’re going to kill out there. That nasty carney freak won’t know what hit her."



Kyra: "Ugh, she just gives me the willies. She’s so disgusting. I don’t even want to touch her, but I’m not about to be on a losing streak. I’m Miss Dallas 2013. I’m a winner."



Ryder: "Once you’re done, we’ll go back to your place and take a nice hot shower, and was all that nasty off of you from touching that disgusting side show."



Kyra: "That sounds nice. Then you can help me put lotion on my back right? I can feel it getting dry a little."



Ryder: "You know I will baby."



Just then Al Envy comes in through the door, startling both, causing Ryder’s beer to spill.



Ryder: "God dammit. They made me pay 8 bucks for that dang beer."



Al looks at Ryder.



Al: "Just the guy I’m looking for. Just wanted to give you a heads up, I need your signature here."



Al hands Ryder a small collection of papers, and Ryder quick sign and dates them.



Ryder: "What are these?"



Al: "Its just your contract. Need to make sure you’re ready for next week."



Ryder: "Uh...Next...Week?"



The look of confusion is crystal clear and Al is relishing the moment. He’s grown to love picking on these two clueless rookies.



Al: "Yeah, you won the Anything Goes Title. That made you an official HCS talent. I just needed to get your signature to confirm you’re collecting your own pay."



Ryder: "But...uh...I…"



Al: "Look kid, I gotta go, big show tonight ya know. Can’t wait to see you in the ring next week. Hopefully you’ve been training hard."



Al walks out the door as Ryder looks over at Kyra.



Ryder: "I’m...uh...Kyra...I’m not...I don’t think I’m…"



Kyra: "You have to be now babe. You’ve got this."



Ryder: "I...I’ll be right back."



Ryder gets up and walks out the door, leaving Kyra looking confused and possibly a bit worried.

[Al Envy]

Clark Benson: And we keep rolling here on the very first Syndicate TV ever presented by Hate City Syndicate. How do you like the action so far Victoria? Wasn’t that last match exactly what this brand stands for?

Victoria Walters: Eh. It was alright. When is Kyra coming out?

Clark Benson: Well she is scheduled to be destroyed by Jubilee Jinx next actually.

Victoria Walters: Whatever Uncle Clark!! Kyra is going to pound that loony into submission.

Clark Benson: Whatever you say honey. But first we have Jesse Hollister going up against someone I have known for a very long time in a former world champion in Apathy.

Victoria Walters: I want Kyra now!! Lets get this over with.

James Jameson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first from Dallas TX!!

The Fort Worth crowd boos at the name of that city.[/b]

Victoria Walters: WHy are they booing their own city??

Clark Benson: Because this is Fort Worth that’s why. Lots of heat between them two on a lot of levels

Victoria Walters: Oh the little city is jealous of the bigger , more bad ass city. Ok I gotcha.

James Jameson: He is “The Honey Badger….: JJEESSEE HHOOLLIISSTTEERR!!!

The house lights dim and a lone figure walks out on stage. “Of Wolf And Man” by Metallica begins to play and the house lights begin to come up slowly. Hollister raises his head up to look around at the fans in attendance and he smiles. Dressed in black tights, knee and elbow pads, he stares down at the toes of the white boots he wears. The water that he had dumped over his head continues to trickle down the black vest he wears. As the beat of the music grows heavier he sprints toward the ring and dives under the bottom rope sliding to its center. He crouches there for a moment as the fans grow louder with the music he runs to the nearest turnbuckle and scampers up to the top standing there with his arms raised soaking in the cheers of the fans. He then executes a back flip off the top rope landing once again near the center of the ring with arms crossed he waits for his opponent.

Clark Benson: A very exciting young man who I have been anticipating to see here in HCS. But he has a wily veteran who like I said is a former world champion about to make her entrance.

James Jameson: And his opponent….residing in Atlanta, GA this is AAPPATTHHYY!!

Apathy makes her appearance on the stage. She looks like she doesn’t really care too much about being in Fort Worth, Texas. She just walks to the ring ignoring everyone and gets in it.She stares at Jesse Hollister and turn her back to him to take off her ring jacket.

Clark Benson: And Hollister is the first to jump on Apathy!!

Hollister nails her with a foot straight to the face when she turns around knocking her down hard. He drags her up and applies the Iron Claw!!!! The crowd absolutely pops their asses off for a signature Texas submission that was made famous by Texas’ greatest wrestling family!!

Clark Benson: How appropriate the Iron Claw in Dallas/Fort Worth!!! I can’t believe my eyes. The rookie has the vet on the ropes!!!

Hollister drives Apathy down to the mat still with the claw applied. Apathy shoulders are on the mat!!

1..

2..

THHRRE!!!

Ding Ding Ding.

Victoria Walters: What just happened??

Clark Benson: Jesse Hollister just beat Apathy with the Iron Claw. He just notched his first win here in HCS!!

Victoria Walters: So it over? That means Kyra Johnson is next!!??

Clark Benson: Yes but let’s give props to Jesse Holli….

Victoria Walters: KYRA IS NEXT!!!! WWOO HOO!!.

James Jameson: Here is your winner….JJEESSEE HHOOLLIISSTTEERR!!!

As Jesse leaves the ring Apathy is now setting back up. She has a crazed lok in her eyes and then starts crying uncontrollably. The referee tries to touch her but she swats at him and screams leave me alone at him. She gets to a knee still crying staring wild eyed at the crowd. She slowly gets out of the ring crying so hard she has a hard time walking.

Clark Benson: Ladies and gentlemen I don’t know what’s going on but…...this isnt the Elizabeth Devereaux I have known in the past.

A woman stands at ringside behind the barrier and starts screaming loser at her. She screams over and over again you are a fucking loser as Apathy just stares at her tears streaming down her face. She screams back why do you act like that then runs back through the ramp and into the backstage area.

Clark Benson: Um...let’s go to break ok...I don’t..

Victoria Walters: That was sad...but uh hum…..KKYYRRAA IISS NNEEXXTT!!!!

Show Fades to a Commercial.

[Al Envy]

We pick up backstage as Ryder D’Adori is frantically looking around.



Ryder: "Mr. Envy? Al...uh...Envy sir?"



Ryder stops a backstage crew member.



Ryder: "Have you seen Al Envy?"



The crew member just shakes his head and walks away.



Ryder: "Dammit."



Ryder turns the corner and asks another member of the crew.



Ryder: "Have you seen Al Envy? I really need to speak to him urgently."



Crew: "Last I saw he was over by catering."



Ryder: "Thank you, here’s a tip."



The crew member looks over at Ryder hand out waiting for the tip.



Ryder: "Take a damn shower."



Ryder walks away as the crew member lifts his arm and sniffs underneath. Ryder is almost running down the hallway. He turns a corner and there is Sarah Stevenson former Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader, Soft Core porn actress and new Backstage Correspondent for Hate City Syndicate. She stops Ryder in his tracks.



Sarah: "Ryder D’Adori, you’ve just been informed by Al Envy that you debut next week, what are your thoughts?"



Ryder: "I don’t have time right now, I have to find Al Envy."



Sarah: "Just a quick comment about your debut next week and how you’re feeling. Has Al told you you’re opponent yet?"



Ryder: "My thoughts? How I’m feeling? I’m feeling not ready, Al is going to throw an untrained man out there. My thoughts are that he’s a madman and I need to find him RIGHT NOW."



Ryder pushes past Sarah and the cameraman, continuing down the hallway hollering and trying to find Al Envy.

[Al Envy]

We cut backstage to directly outside the dressing room of one Jesse Styles who’s name is seen on the door which is closed at this present moment. We then see Jesse’s Press Relations head of the Styles Brand the hot Susan Lattner standing out in the hallway on her cell phone pacing around kind of wearing a black skirt and a black button up blouse with her hair tied up.



Susan: "Yes sis I know damn it I know that he’s my dream man but he is technically still married. I mean yes he is kind of seperated right now from his wife and yes Sis I know I could make a move but what if rejected me I mean I don’t know if I could handle that. Oh stop I am not that sexy he’s had much hotter then me and besides If he did reject me I kind of would be risking my job and it pays really well and I love just being around him. You want me to do what? Well yes I am wearing that button up blouse yes the black one and no I am not going to unbutton it further and just walk in and try to seduce him jeez what kind of woman do you think I am? Okay Sis yes I admit I have thought about trying it yes it’s true but just because I day dream about having him inside me doesn’t mean I am going to try. But….What do you mean no but! Sigh…. I don’t know SIS I just don’t think now is the time he has his big first match back tonight he needs to be focused on that too. Well yeah that’s true good sex could possibly help him for tonights match with that deranged Grave Digger but I don’t know."



As Susan continues to talk to her sister on her cell phone we cut inside to Jesse Styles dressing room where Jesse is finishing of a cigarette and a beer. He suddenly hears his cell phone going off and pulls it out seeing a “Face Time Call incoming”.



Jesse Styles: "Face time from Leroy? I thought that fucked was still out in Hawaii hmm."



Jesse answers the phone and see’s his old friend and former head of security standing on a beach smiling as it seems someone is holding his cell phone for him and has it on speaker phone. The African American former Mixed Martial artist and weight lifting champion stands there with a cigar in house mouth and swimming trunks.



Jesse Styles: "Leroy you son of a bitch what are you up too?"



Leroy: "Hey there boss what’s good?"



Jesse Styles: "Leroy you don’t work for me anyore stop calling me boss hell you haven’t worked offically for me since 2014 when we faked your death to play mind games with Ryan Pugh."



Leroy: "Well you still send me checks boss which makes you mah boss still now what’s good?"



Jesse Styles: "Oh you know main event match in this pisshole known as Texas against Grave Digger."



Leroy: "You gonna bust him up right?"



Jesse Styles: "Hope so…"



Leroy: "Hope so? Boss don’t make me get on a plane and smack you around."



Jesse Styles: "Hey facts are facts old friend since I closed New Edge I have lacked the drive and I just feel like my spark has gone out sometimes."



Leroy: "Is this about New Edge closing or you and your wife being on the outs?"



Jesse Styles: "Little bit of both I guess buddy."



Leroy: "Ah hell boss you need to get out of your own head for you have always been your own worst enemy in fact get you some strange boss."



Jesse Styles: "Strange? I am still married bro I mean yeah where seperated but eh I dunno."



Leroy: Seperated means you do what you want and besides the Jesse Styles I fucking know does what he wants when he wants."



Jesse Styles: "All good points but"



Leroy: "No…..using that damn word butt just do as you wish and tonight make sure you remind the world who the fuck you are and remind your self boss."



Jesse Styles: "Well I am Jesse fucking Styles."



Leroy: "You god damned right you are now I gotta go boss big waves coming in but I will be back in the states soon and back to my old job soon."



Jesse Styles: "Leroy you don’t need to do that."



Leroy: "Oh I am coming back shit you still got me under pay roll it’s time this bad mother fucker returns as your head of security and transportation."



Jesse Styles: "Okay well go enjoy the damned waves will talk later."



Leroy: "Whoop that Diggers ass tonight boss will talk later and get you some strange boss bye."



Jesse hits the end button on his call as he puts his cell phone down on the coffee table and kind of just reflects on his conversation with his friend Leroy. Now back outside the dressing room in the hall Susan has unbuttoned her blouse by many buttons and let her hair down and has finished her conversation with her sister she whispers “Here goes nothing” then open the dressing room door saying “Hello Mr.Styles” and then shuts the door behind her as the feed cuts out.

[Al Envy]

The camera approaches Prince Wadjethotep while he sits in a dark corner in the arena alone. His cobra head tilts up as he sees the cameraman coming.



“I don’t have many words tonight. I don’t have to. What I will do out there tonight is all the words I will need. I want the rest of the roster to pay close attention tonight. I want them to all be watching their monitors. I want them all to be in awe of what I do in that ring and the way in which I do it. I can promise that will you be sitting at the edge of your seat. Not only because of my talent but because of the fact that you know that will be you facing me sooner rather than later. As for Kyra and Ryder. I want you to pay extra attention to this match. I want you to analyze each and every step I make. Maybe that way you can actually have a wrestling lesson for once in your fucking lives. No offense to Adison. I know you try your hardest. You’re not the problem, they are. It’s also a problem I plan on taking care of. Shane I hope you are ready for our upcoming match. I hope you’re as prepared as you can possibly be. Tonight, I make a martyr out of you.”



With that Prince Wadjethotep lowers his head as the cameraman backs away.

[Al Envy]

Victoria Walters: Oh my God...FINALLY the moment I have been waiting for.

Clark Benson: And what would that be?

Victoria Walters pulls out an 8X10 of “Miss Dallas” Kyra Johnson.

Clark Benson: Oh you have got to be kidding me, oh wait...why in the hell am I so damn surprised. You two could be twins.

Victoria Walters: You really think so?? It’s a dream of mine just to get makeup tips from her.

Clark Benson: Well let’s hope Miss Johnson got some tips on how to survive one of the most disturbed human beings on the planet. I think she is going to be executed before her career even starts. Don’t worry folks, she will be off Twitter soon enough after Jubilee Jinx rips her in half.

Victoria Walters: How dare you….. and what in the hell is wrong with Al Envy for booking her against this “thing”. Doesn’t he realize her star potential.

Clark Benson: Well we are scheduled for Jinx vs Kyra right now but who in the Sam hell is this entering the ring. Can someone please tell me?? Wait what??

Clark kneals his head to listen in his headset.

Clark Benson: Oh for the love of…...SHE NEEDS HER OWN DAMN RING ANNOUNCER!!?? Chester Chandler!! Wasn’t he a pageant announcer??

Victoria Walters: How would you know that??

Clark Benson: Well….I haven’t worked in a few months. TV got boring. Lets just go up to the ring.

Chester Chandler stands in the ring.

Chester Chandler: Ladies and gentlemen, our worldwide viewing audience. Please welcome the one and only…..”Miss Dallas” The elegant and beautiful….Kyra Johnson.

Clark Benson: What in the hell kind of intro was that??

Victoria Walters: Oh shut up. Just sit back and enjoy!

Buttons begins to play as Kyra emerges, heading towards the ring with a confident, sassy strut. She's wearing her tiara and as she reaches the ring, she demands that the pageant announcer hold the ropes so that she can enter the ring. He does and she steps into the ring, removing her tiara and handing it to him as she waves towards the fans with a smile across her face as they boo her.

Victoria Walters: Oh she is so elegant. HI KYRA!!

Kyra waves back at Victoria.

Victoria Walters “SSQQUUEEAALL!!!” She waved at me!!

Clark Benson: Thanks for blowing out my eardrum.

The announcer spins her around then leaves the ring as the lights quickly go out….

Clark Benson: Oh boy. Poor Kyra….

"Blue" by The Birthday Massacre begins to play over the PA system. The arena lights go dark, then cut to a red and purple hue that bathes the fans and the ring. Jinx walks out through the curtain and makes her way towards the ring. She doesn't look out at the crowd very often and she NEVER speaks to them or acknowledges their presence. She reaches ringside, stopping right beside the steel stairs and then then rolls into the ring, then scoots back into the corner where she remains crouched down, her eyes locked on her opponent or on the entrance ramp. That's where she remains….

James Jameson: And her opponent, this is..JJUUBBIILLEE JJIINNXX!!

The crowd gives Jubile an ovation as Jinx stands there not moving. Her eyes fixed on a nervous looking Kyra. All of a sudden three guys attack Jubilee from behind.

Clark Benson: Oh what the hell!! Three fans just attacked Jubilee!! Get the cops!!

Jubilee quickly turns the tides on the three fans as she knocks a couple of them down. She grabs one by the face and begins biting him until blood trickles down his cheek. She then swiftly kicks him hard in his nuts as he drops down just as the cops show up. Jinx, with blood on her mouth slowly turns to Kyra who when she saw her mouth went into hysterics.

Clark Benson: Oh man….OOHH MMAANN….

As the cops dragged the gentlemen away one of them pointed at Kyra and screamed at her.

“YOU BETTER HAVE OUR MONEY AFTER THE SHOW BEAUTY QUEEN!!”

Clark Benson: Wait a minute. Did I hear what he just said!! Kyra paid them to attack Jubilee Jinx!!

Victoria Walters: Well obviously she chose three losers that couldn’t get the job done.

Clark Benson: Jesus Christ you are condoning those actions??

Victoria Walters: Look at that freak!! Desperate times call for desperate measures.

Jubilee heard Victoria and glazed at her. Victoria promptly jumped from her seat to underneath the announcer’s table.

Jubilee turns around from stalking Victoria and gets a straight kick right into the face. Jinx falls back as Kyra continues her assault. She kicks, forearms, and punches Jubilee with all of her ability and gets Jinx down to one knee. She stops to celebrate with the fans that were booing their asses off.

Clark Benson: She needs to stay on Jinx here!! She has her down to one knee. For God sakes stop showboating beauty queen.

Victoria is now back in her seat.

Victoria Walters: YYAAYY KKYYRRAA!!! Get em girl!!

Kyra turns around and her head is almost decapitated from her body thanks to a Jinx clothesline. The crowd pops their asses off.

Clark Benson: HOLY!!!! GOOD GOD what a Clothesline!!!!

Victoria Walters: Kyra…...nnoo….

Jubilee actually likes being cheered for as she pulls Kyra by her hair to the ring. She lifts her up over her hair and tosses the former pageant winner over the top rope into the ring.

Clark Benson: Did you see that strength?? Jubilee Jinx is frightening! Absolutely inhuman for a woman when it comes to this kind of dominance!

Victoria Walters: Please...someone get me a towel….I need to toss it in the ring to end this match!!

Jubilee stalks, literally stalks Kyra as she slithers into the ring like a predator who is about to take her prey.

Clark Benson: Let’s ring the bell and get this massacre over with.

Victoria Walters: NO NO NO!!! This isn’t fair. Jinx is a freak this is an unfair advantage!!

Kyra backs into the corner with a look of absolute fear in her eyes. Jubilee starts to laugh as she slithers to the corner. She reaches down and pulls Kyra up and starts licking her lips. Kyra is crying now as Jubilee tells her to don’t worry it will all be over soon.

Clark Benson: Hey who in the hell is that???!!!

Out of nowhere a man hits the ring and blindsides Jinx. He starts to stomp her unmercifully as Kyra starts to laugh and join in on the beat down. The referee calls for the bell as the two keep putting the boots to Jubilee.

Victoria Walters: Oh her knight in shining armor!! I knew he wouldn’t let her get destroyed.

Clark Benson: Who in the hell is that? And why hasn’t security promptly removed his ass!!

Victoria Walters: Well he works here dummy...that is Ryder D’Adori.. And he is an absolute dreamboat……

Clark Benson: He is pretty damn vicious too. This is ridiculous.

Kyra goes in and passionately kisses Ryder as they both stand over Jubilee who is holding her ribs from the attack. Ryder smirks at the crowd and picks up Jubilee. He pushes her into the corner then measures her up. He runs and delivers a forearm smash right into her face knocking her down. Then with impressive speed he leaps onto the apron, slingshots back in and double stomps her right in the back of the head!

Clark Benson: Oh wow what a vile move!! Impressive but this ridiculous!! Jubilee didn’t deserve that!! Did they ever ring the damn bell??

Victoria Walters: God he is so hot. I wonder if he has a brother.

Ryder struts around the ring then stops in the middle and poses. Kyra poses too and rubs his chest in appreciation. They both smirk at the crowd and leave the ring as Jubilee Jinx is left not moving in the ring.

Clark Benson: Well….I really don’t like these two at all…. Can we please go to a break, and for God’s sake get Jinx some help.I guess this match is over. Kyra seems content wth herself ad obviously Jubilee Jinx can’t friggin contonie!!

Victoria Walters: I love you Ryder!!!

Ryder smiles and blows her a kiss..

Victoria Walters: “SSQUUEEALL!!!!” Know what Uncle Clark!!? KYRA IS STILL UNBEATEN!!!

Match Ruled as a No Contest

Show cuts to a commercial.

[Al Envy]

Ryder is still chasing down the hallways frantically looking for Al Envy. He’s throwing open doors to closets hoping their his office or something, but not seeing anyone. Finally he peeks down a hallway and sees Al Envy with a headset on, looking over some notes on a clipboard.



Ryder: "Mr. Envy, sir, I need to talk to you."



Al Envy: "Not now kid, it’s almost time for the main event."



Ryder: "Please Mr. Envy, I’m not ready to debut. I didn’t try to win that title. You handed it to me."



Al Envy: "Ryder, kid, I need your fan base immediately. You’re a draw, you’re going to be a huge star, yada yada, whatever you want to hear to calm your nerves."



Ryder: "What will calm my nerves is you saying I’m not ready and giving me more time."



Al Envy: "No can doosville baby doll, gotta have you out there. I’ve got a big match for my boy Prince Wadjethotep in the Championship Title Tournament and he needs an opponent."



Ryder: "You mean Prince What-a-Burger? I have to face that freak show?"



Al Envy: "You said, and I quote, ‘You would knock his bitch ass out.’ Correct?"



Ryder: "Well...I mean...I guess…"



Al Envy: "Well here’s your chance. Go show em how it’s done kid."



Al starts walking away and Ryder gives chase after him, grabbing him by the arm. Al quickly turns ready to strike on instinct but catches himself in time, as Ryder flinches, fearing the worst.



Al Envy: "What do you want?"



Ryder: "Please sir, I’ll do anything, I’ll tear down the ring, I’ll go out and pass out flyers, I’ll do anything, just give me more time."



Al Envy: "You’ll hit the pavement and hang posters and pass out flyers?"



Ryder: "Anything sir, yeah."



Al Envy: "Ok, I expect you here at 8 AM tomorrow morning then."



Ryder: "Ok, so I have more time?"



Al Envy: "No, but if you’re not here tomorrow at 8 you’re pay gets docked."



Ryder: "What the hell? I…"



Al Envy: "See you tomorrow kid, nice and early."



Ryder just grumbles, kicking a road case, then grabbing his foot in pain before finally walking back towards Kyra’s locker room.

[Al Envy]

The Celtic chords in the intro to “Tura’lu” by the Bollox cues up, drawing the attention of all the fans packed into Fort Worth’s Cowtown Coliseum.

♫One two three four!
Hey!

There’s a man in a world of pain,
can you hear it in the air and the words he breaths?
Just a man, nothing more nothing less,
but none the less lives his life with every drop he bleeds.

But let me take you on a journey
times of torment, times of pain.
Where the history it rolls,
the clocks they never change.
He’s lived his life the best he knows,
which always goes to show
you and I were not one and the same.
No way!

Tura'lu, Tura'lu, Tura'lu a lu a lu.
Tura'lu, tura'lu a li.
Tura'li, Tura'li, Tura'li li li li li.
Tura'li, Tura'li li li.♫

However, rather than a human being, a small robot with a video monitor for a head wheels through the curtain, courtesy of the Trimble Tech High School robotics team. The crowd laughs and cheers as the robot hams it up a little, doing a little spin. It then heads to the ring, where a couple of ring hands help it ever so gently into the squared circle. The robot turns on its wheels and looks out toward the crowd. It soon emits a noise.

Victoria Walters: What the hell is this?

Clark Benson: Haha I don’t know, but the fans sure are loving it, and so am I!

♫Boooop buh boop.
Boop buh boooop.♫

The familiar Skype ringtone plays briefly, coming from the monitor on top of the robot. A couple of seconds later and there is a full screen video feed, showing the face of Gordon Patrick! This robot is intended to be a virtual presence device!

Clark Benson: Well these fans sure are excited over Gordon Patrick’s presence!

Victoria Walters: *Ahem* I believe you mean virtual presence! But isn’t it peculiar though that Gordon Patrick of all people would send a robot rather than showing up in person?

G. Patrick: Hey wrestling fans. I’m really sorry that I couldn’t be there in Dallas, tonight, but thanks to the Trimble Tech High School robotics team, I’m able to virtually be in Dallas right now! Tonight, I’m coming to you live from New York City, where I’ve been training a rookie to be a professional wrestler. I know what you’re all thinking. "NEW YORK CITY?!?" I know, I know. But let me tell you, I wish I was in Texas tonight. Hell, I’m even eating some chips and Pace picanté salsa. Pace is made by San Antonio, by people who know what salsa should taste like, just like Texas fans know what wrestling should be like!

I’m sure a lot of you are wondering why I’m talking to you, or virtually talking to you anyway. Well, I’m sure most of you know that 2015 wasn’t my year. Last year started with the passing of my father, who suffered from Alzheimer’s. I guess that was really more of a blessing for him, but it put a strain on me and my family. It got worse from there. I lost more matches than I won and I learned a lot of hard lessons. One of those hard lessons came at the hands of another man who’s supposed to wrestle in front of all of you later tonight, Prince Wadjethotep, when he beat me in New Zealand. The referee was looking away from the ropes, didn’t see my foot on it, and didn’t call for the rope break. I had no choice but to either tap out or be choked out. I learned all about mistakes being made and what the impact of not having video review in wrestling, like some other sports have, can be. And that wasn’t even the worst part of my year. Hell I was almost 0-10 or something in Boardwalk Wrestling and lost my United Wrestling League Hall of Fame ring when C.J. O’Donnell and 4CW’s Jason Kash screwed me over.

So yeah, 2015 was a rough year. So was 2014, really. You only go to the pay window when you win, and it got so bad last year that at one point I thought about just walking away from professional wrestling for good, getting a nine-to-five job, and just go through life buying groceries and paying my bills. But this is a new year. This is 2016 and this is a new wrestling league, Hate City Syndicate. I’ve been on the top before. I’ve been a World Champion and I’ve been a Hall of Famer, all before I turned twenty five. And this is the perfect opportunity for me to start fresh and get to the top again. That’s why I’ve officially entered the Hate City Syndicate World Title Tournament!

Don’t get me wrong. I know it’s not gonna be be easy. There’s a lot of great wrestlers here in Hate City Syndicate. It’s the kind of competition you can only get by being around for ten years or starting up in Texas. You’ve got competitors like Prince Wadjethotep, who I mentioned before, the only New Zealand Champion in the history of our sport, seasoned vets like Muru, who has been at the top before, and the unpredictable Jubilee Jinx. Then you’ve got Grave Digger, who might literally be the biggest fish in the lake, and as the old saying goes, the only way to become the biggest fish in the lake is by never getting caught. Well my favorite TV show is Wicked Tuna, and let me tell you, I’d love to have a fish that size on my mantle!

All of that competition here, and that’s gonna make it all so much more worth while when I’m holding that World Title and cement my status as an Instant Legend.

Clark Benson: What an announcement! Gordon Patrick has signed up for the Hate City Syndicate World Heavyweight Championship Tournament! This night just gets more exciting as it goes on!

Victoria Walters: But will he really show up for it, or will he virtually show up for it? See what I did there?

Clark Benson: Yes, I see what you did...