SWF "From the Vault" Special Tribute...

[Guest 5_moves_of_doom]

~In Memory (Meh, or "Tribute," Whatever) of Nathan Kibagami~

 

Here is beingz Nathan's self-proclaimed "Best match he ever wrote." Amazingly solid, and this victory both caused his rise to his top and his fall to the bottom in the IGNML. It's from a long time ago, whenever that is... and at that time, "Vlad de Burro" was the "unstoppable force" of the Minor Leagues. Well, Silent kicked his ass, and here's the match... enjoy... because it's really a pity that such a innovate (when he wrote, which was never), and creative (when he wrote, which was never) writer had to retire before he reached the top, which I'm sure would have been quite soon if he had just set his mind to it. Damn you and your beckoning blow jobs stopping you from writing Silent! DAMN YOU!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Silent vs. Vlad de Burrov©- IGNML World Championship

 

Yeah, that's right, ML. ML Pride, baby!

 

As the camera starwipes in from a commercial where your friendly neighborhood IGNWF World Champion admonishes young children “*cough* *wheeze* Don’t, like, try this at *hack* home, kids…”, it captures the sold-out Pepsi Arena as 46,000 people cheer, scream, applaud, boo, moan, and otherwise make lots of noise as Mirage prepares to continue to the main event…

 

“Welcome back to IGNML Mirage, everyone, and you’re just in time for our main event!” bellows Axis between sips of his Pepsi Max©. “We just saw a number-one contender bout between two of the IGNML’s veterans, Apoc X and Steve Simon.”

 

“That’s correct, citizen Axis,” chimes Cyclone Comet as the camera shows a brief shot of the IGNJL’s Mistress Sarah seated at ringside. “The two went to war in a hard-fought contest to see who will be the next challenger to the current champion, Vlad de Burrov.”

 

“But tonight Vlad will make his first title defense against the always impressive Silent. After the Clan won that six-man tag match on Crimson by the skin of their teeth, Doe has seemingly disappeared from the IGNML, and Thoth and Silent aren’t exactly on good terms at the moment. The quiet killer, who has promised to lead the Clan in Spider Nekura’s absence, will face tonight what may be his greatest challenge so far.”

 

“The dastardly Silent is a force to be reckoned with, citizen Axis, but let’s not forget the awesome display of courage and strength the new champion made at Retribution, winning that Tables, Ladders and Chairs match against Apoc X and –AND- Spider Nekura. The good Vlad de Burrov is no paper champion, citizen Axis, and I’m certain he will hold his own in the main event tonight…”

 

“Livin in America” begins to play as Funyon climbs into the ring to announce the participants in the next match. The crowd is already chanting Vlad’s name as Funyon begins…

 

“The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the IGNML WORLD Heavyweight Championship. Introducing first…” Funyon pauses for a moment, temporarily shouted down by the cheering crowd. “Introducing first, weighing in at four hundred pounds, from St. Petersburg, Russia, he is the current IGNML WORLD Heavyweight Champion…Vlad…de…BURRRRRROV!”

 

Vlad de Burrov appears through the curtains atop the entrance ramp, a towel draped over his head and the IGNML World Heavyweight belt draped over his right shoulder. The seven-foot giant walks about halfway down the ramp before tossing the towel into the audience as red white and blue pyrotechnics explode up and down the ramp. The youngster beams a smile at the audience as he climbs over the ropes and into the ring. Vlad raises the belt high in the air and is immediately blinded by flash photography throughout the arena. He flashes another winning smile as “Livin in America” fades away and he hands his brand new belt over to the referee.

 

“What a reception for the new champion, Comet!”

 

“It certainly is, citizen Axis. Vlademania is certainly sweeping Denver tonight…”

 

As everyone’s favorite superhero finishes his sentence, the arena lights fade completely out as a red spotlight begins to glow on the curtains at the top of the entrance ramp. Tool’s “Forty-Six and Two” begins to pulse through the arenas loudspeakers, and the Pepsi Arena’s audience begins to boo as loudly as possible at the Silent One’s entrance.

 

“Introducing the challenger, weighing in at two hundred fifty-one pounds, from Phoenix, Arizona, he is the leader of the Clan…SIIIIIIIIIILENT!”

 

Red pyrotechnics explodes across the top of the entrance ramp, and as they fade away, Silent emerges into the red spotlight. The psychopath raises his arms in the familiar crucifix pose, his cane clutched tightly in his left hand. The quiet killer walks slowly down the ramp, his black trenchcoat trailing behind him as the crowd hurls empty soda cans and popcorn buckets at the hated Silent.

 

“The crowd here in Denver giving Silent as much hatred as they gave the champion adoration….”

 

“The dastardly Clansmen thrives on this sort of negative attention, citizen Axis. The more they hate him, the happier he seems to be.”

 

Silent slides underneath the ropes and hops onto the near left turnbuckle, eying the champion as he hands his coat and cane to the referee.

 

“And here we go!”

 

*DING DING*

 

Silent hops off his turnbuckle and advances to meet Vlad in the center of the ring. The two athletes stare at each other for a moment before locking up. de Burrov is quick to gain the advantage with his fantastic strength shoving Silent straight back into the turnbuckle. “Silent is more than a little bit out of his element tonight, Comet. The Clansmen is usually an intimidating opponent physically, but in this matchup that is hardly the case!” exclaims Axis as the champion begins delivering several huge slaps to the exposed chest of the challenger. A resounding “Woo!” is heard from the Pepsi Arena as Silent’s chest turns several different shades of red.

 

Vlad grabs hold of the Clansmen’s arm and whips him hard into the opposite turnbuckle. The gigantic Russian charges into the corner, but Silent propels himself forward using the ropes for leverage, rocking the big man with a front dropkick. As the champion staggers back, the challenger charges forward, only to be caught napping as Vlad de Burrov lifts him onto his shoulders and falls backwards, slamming the quiet killer into the mat with the Star-Spangled Banner.

 

“It’s going to be a long night for the dastardly Silent.” Cyclone Comet grins contentedly as Vlad de Burrov crushes Silent beneath him with a huge body splash. The champion lies there, covering the helpless Silent as the referee begins the count.

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

And a rather uncomfortable Silent kicks out, to the amusement of the champion and the rest of the arena. “Silent’s going to have to be at the top of his game tonight. He can’t win a war of attrition against Vlad de Burrov, and he certainly hasn’t been able to overpower the larger man…” Vlad lifts Silent to his feet and whips him into the ropes, but Silent wisely grabs hold of the ropes and rolls out of the ring. The crowd boos the cowardly decision while Silent stands just outside Vlad’s reach, his sunglasses reflecting the champion’s intense stare.

 

The psychopath, having caught his breath, rolls back into the ring and quickly gets to his feet. “Champion and challenger, approaching each other for the second time…” Vlad attempts to grapple with Silent once more, but the smaller man ducks and quickly plants a dropkick in the ribs of Vlad de Burrov. The 400-pounder staggers back as Silent quickly runs across to the ropes, bounces off, and knocks Vlad’s left leg out from under him with another well-placed dropkick. The champion crashes to the mat with an involuntary grunt, clutching at his knee as the Silent One slowly climbs to his feet.

 

“The dastardly Silent will have to use every bit of quickness he has in him to stay in this match, citizen Axis. Those dropkicks may have slowed the champion momentarily, but they won’t keep him down long.” The Silent One grabs the champion’s left arm and flips over into a bridging single armbar, keeping himself centered on the turnbuckle and making it difficult for Vlad to edge his way to either side of the ring. Silent wrenches on Vlad’s elbow and shoulder with both arms, the effort visible on his face as the champion tries to swat him away using his free arm. Finally, with a tremendous effort, the champion swings his fist into Silent’s midsection, nearly dislocating his shoulder but effectively breaking the hold as a winded Silent rolls out of the ring once again.

 

Vlad tries to push himself up off the canvas, but winces as he does so, still feeling the effects of Silent’s armbar. The Silent One rolls back into the ring behind the champion, and drives the unsuspecting Vlad back to the canvas with a picture-perfect Hangman’s Neckbreaker. Silent covers with the lateral press…

 

ONE!

 

And is THROWN off the shoulders of Vlad de Burrov as the champion kicks out with authority. “So much for putting the match away early,” observes Axis as Silent strains to lift the big man to his feet. Silent attempts to whip Vlad across the ring, but the seven footer easily reverses the whip into a short-arm clothesline, rocking the challenger and dropping him to the mat. Vlad hooks the leg…

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

A disoriented Silent wildly kicks out, still reeling from the clothesline. Vlad lifts the quiet killer from the canvas and raises him above his head in a military press…

 

“The champion could be looking for American Pie here, citizen Axis…”

 

The world champion holds Silent above his head for a few more seconds, posing conveniently for the audience, before carrying the helpless Silent over to the ropes…and HURLS HIM OUT ONTO THE CONCRETE! Silent lands with an sickening thump and an involuntary scream as the crowd pops big for Vlad de Burrov!

 

“What a move by the World champion!”

 

“This could be the end of the match right here, citizen Axis!”

 

As the Clansmen attempts to regain his bearings, Vlad de Burrov climbs over the ropes and looks out to the crowd, who only urge their champion on. The gigantic Russian measures the fallen Silent for a long moment, and then…

 

“GOOD LORD! Silent just rolled out from under the Total Request Dive!”

 

“Citizen Vlad may have broken his arm on that concrete!”

 

Vlad lies outside the ring several feet away from Silent, clutching at his left elbow and moaning in pain. The Silent One has slowly risen to his feet, his ribs still sore from the champion’s tremendous military press to the outside. He begins to climb onto the ring apron and back through the ropes, but as he turns to glance at the champion, he sees Vlad has risen to one knee. Silent looks out at the crowd, a sickening grin spreading across his face…

 

“He’s not going to do THAT, is he?”

 

“Do what?”

 

”I’m not sure, but I think it’s something dastardly, and I don’t like dastardly…”

 

Silent looks back at Vlad, who is standing a little unsteadily, turns, hops onto the second rope…and CONNECTS WITH A HUGE ASAI MOONSAULT! The crowd explodes as champion and challenger both collapse back to the canvas, and scattered chants of “Ho-ly Sh!t, Ho-ly Sh!t,” break out in the Pepsi Arena.

 

“Both of these competitors have hit some big moves early in this matchup, Comet, and that doesn’t bode too well for Vlad de Burrov.”

 

“Sadly, citizen Axis, I have to agree with you there. The dastardly Silent is famously resilient, and the longer this match goes on, the more likely it is Silent will be able to capitalize on a mistake on the champion’s part…”

 

Silent has rolled back into the ring and is resting against the ropes as he waits for Vlad to do the same. The Clansmen rises as Vlad rolls into the ring at the referee’s eight-count and immediately begins putting the boots to the champion. “Silent has no intention of letting Vlad stay on his feet very long.” The bigger man rises to one knee, shrugging off the blows raining down upon his head and shoulders. Frustrated, Silent places both hands around Vlad’s neck, positions his shoulder under the champion’s massive chin, and sits out, jolting Vlad’s head up and back to the canvas.

 

“The dastardly Silent, keeping the champ off his guard with a well-placed Snapback…” observes a certain crestfallen superhero as the psychopath lands knee drop after knee drop on the left shoulder and arm of the gigantic Russian. The referee finally pulls the challenger away as Vlad tries to recuperate from Silent’s assault. An angry Silent paces along the far side of the ring as Vlad makes it to his knees in a surprisingly quick fashion. Silent sees this, and hurriedly ascends the far right turnbuckle, where he remains while the champion tries to regain his bearings.

 

“Don’t look, Vlad!”

 

“Look, Vlad!”

 

De Burrov turns, as if heeding the words of the announcers, and is met instead with a tremendous missile dropkick to the chest, sending him several steps back, into the ropes. “We’ve never seen so many high-flying moves from Silent before!” exclaims Axis as Silent throws Vlad’s arms behind the ropes and delivers some knife-edge chops to the chest of the champion. “The dastardly Clansmen has had to change his style completely in this match…and it seems to be working…um…rather well…” grumbles Cyclone Comet.

 

The Phoenix native climbs through the ropes onto the apron, grabs De Burrov’s neck and drops off the apron, snapping Vlad’s neck back on the ropes and sending the champion crashing to the mat. The Silent One quickly climbs back onto the apron, leaps onto the third rope…

 

“The Whispers leg drop on the champion! This could be the end of the match right here, Comet!”

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

And Vlad kicks out with authority once again, lifting a surprised Silent slightly into the air as the champion rises to a sitting position! The Denver crowd applauds as Vlad stands up…but he doesn’t see Silent climbing the turnbuckle! “No, no, no! Not again!” screams Comet as Vlad turns and Silent launches himself from the turnbuckle…

 

But the champion counters the hurricanrana attempt, instead slamming the Silent One’s spine into the mat with a tremendous powerbomb! “IS THAT YOUR FINAL ANSWER?” screams the crowd as Vlad drops to the mat to cover the motionless Silent…

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

THR…and Silent barely kicks out, to the disappointment of the Pepsi Arena!

 

“I really thought Vlad had it won just then, citizen Axis,” grumbles Cyclone Comet as Vlad lifts the challenger from the mat. “I guess the dastardly Silent really IS as resilient as you keep reminding me…”, as Vlad knocks Silent right back down again with a huge headbutt. The big man turns to rile up the audience as Silent crawls towards the ropes, trying to drag himself back to his feet. The audience cheers and cameras flash as the champion turns to the half-conscious Silent. De Burrov whips the quiet killer into the ropes, setting the challenger up for a clothesline, but Silent comes flying back with a dropkick, knocking the champion back into the ropes. The Phoenix native climbs slowly to his feet, measures the gigantic Russian, and gets a running start…

 

SMACK!

 

”Holy shades of blue spandex! The dastardly Silent just knocked the four HUNDRED pound champion over the top rope with a…a…a running superkick!” yells Cyclone Comet. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything quite like that before, Comet,” adds Axis as the champion staggers around outside the ring, clutching his jaw and glaring murderously at a smirking Silent.

 

The Silent One rushes over to the ropes near the seven-footer, grabs hold of them, and slings himself over the top, hoping to knock the big man off his feet with a cross body suicida…but the champion catches a helpless Silent and smashes his head into the steel ringpost! “Good Lord!” yells Axis as Silent spins a full 3600 before crashing to the concrete floor. “Silent weighs just over two hundred and fifty pounds, and Vlad de Burrov caught him as if he were a pillow!”

 

A defenseless Clansmen crawls in the direction of the announce table, slowly followed by a rather upset-looking Vlad de Burrov. As Silent reaches the barrier just to the left of the announce table, Vlad grabs the Silent One’s belt and hauls him to his feet. The 400 pounder lifts Silent just above his head with both hands, pauses a moment, then drops to his knees, jarring Silent’s skull with the Silence of the Lambs. De Burrov grabs the kneeling challenger by the throat and hauls him to his feet, points at the table, and the cameras start to flash…but Silent rakes the eyes of the champion, causing him to release his grip on Silent’s neck. “Dastardly,” breathes Cyclone Comet as Vlad stumbles into the announce table.

 

Silent crawls behind the Spanish announce table, seemingly looking for something, as Vlad recovers his sight and makes his way towards the psychopath. “Now, what do you suppose he’s looking for under there?” wonders Axis as Vlad bends down to drag Silent out…and reels back clutching his head before falling backwards, missing Cyclone Comet by just a few inches!

 

“The dastardly Silent has done it again!” screams a frustrated superhero as Silent crawls out from underneath the announce table, propping himself up with a blood-splattered cane. Vlad is bleeding freely from his massive forehead as the Silent One, smiling, makes his way over to the fallen champion.

 

De Burrov climbs unsteadily to his feet as Silent rains left and right hands down onto the gigantic Russian. Axis and Comet look nervously on as Vlad makes it to his feet and begins delivering blows of his own to the quiet killer. Champion and challenger trade blows in front of the fans at ringside, the cameras flashing, the people cheering…Vlad blocks a punch by Silent and moves behind the smaller man with surprising quickness. A nervous expression comes over both announcers as Vlad de Burrov locks in the full nelson…

 

“We should move now, shouldn’t we?”

 

”We should.”

 

“Let’s move.”

 

“Okay with me.”

 

The two announcers bolt out of their seats as the World champion lifts Silent into the air, holds him for a moment, and slams him through the English announce table with the Oscar Winner! The whole of the Pepsi Arena explodes with cheers, screams, and flash photography as Vlad de Burrov stands briefly over the lifeless body of Silent. The champion drags the half-conscious challenger to his feet, pauses a moment, and walks the Clansmen over to the timekeeper’s table…

 

*DING*

 

And smashes Silent’s head into the bell! The Silent One is gushing blood as the champion rolls him back into the ring, climbs over the ropes, and covers the challenger as a referee grateful for something to do starts to make the count!

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

THR…and Silent kicks out!

 

“How disappointing…for Vlad, I mean,” says Comet as he and Axis finish readjusting their headsets. “I would’ve thought our table went to a good cause…” The gigantic Russian lifts Silent off the canvas and slings the smaller man over his shoulder. The crowd pops big as Vlad runs across the ring and slams the psychopathic Clansmen into the canvas with the powerslam.

 

“LUUUUUUUCY! I’M HOOOOOOOOOOOOOME!”

 

Vlad covers Silent with a lateral press. “Even the dastardly Silent can’t stand up to this kind of punishment!” crows Comet as the referee begins to count.

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

THR…no! The Silent One’s foot is on the ropes…Vlad curses his mistake as the crowd boos the hapless referee’s call. “Vlad’s own momentum carried him too far across the ring, Comet,” observes Axis, “allowing Silent to save himself from defeat once again.” A frustrated champion picks the Clansmen up off the canvas and whips him hard into the far right turnbuckle. De Burrov slowly makes his way over to the corner, wipes the blood from his eyes, turns the challenger around, and picks him up, placing him atop the turnbuckle. The Pepsi Arena begins to cheer in anticipation as the gigantic Russian climbs onto the first rope and lifts Silent up by the arms…

 

“The champion is about to finish this match with the devastating Air Burrov…but can he finish the move?”

 

De Burrov bellows as he steps to the second rope, the effort etched on his face as he lifts the half-conscious Silent up by both arms. The champion dives forward, looking to complete the Air Burrov…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

….AND SILENT FLIPS OVER A SURPRISED VLAD DE BURROV, REVERSING THE CHAMPION’S FINISHER INTO A SUPER DDT!

 

The Pepsi Arena explodes in an equal amount of cheers and boos as Vlad’s head ricochets off the mat once, twice, then comes to a halt by the ropes as an exhausted Silent crawls towards the fallen champion. The quiet killer drapes a bloodied arm across the barrel-shaped chest of Vlad de Burrov as the referee begins to count…

 

ONE!

 

”This is it!” screams Axis!

 

TWO!

 

All 46,000 people are on their feet!

 

THREE….and Vlad de Burrov gets a shoulder up just in time.

 

 

 

The cheers, in a word, are deafening.

 

“The fortitude shown here by Vlad de Burrov defies all logical description!” yells Cyclone Comet over a hysterical Denver crowd as both superstars begin to pull themselves to their feet. Silent is the first to rise, and he throws a wild right hand at the champion’s head, but Vlad catches the punch in his massive palm. The seven footer rises, still clutching Silent’s fist, and drives the smaller man back into the turnbuckle! Vlad, satisfied with Silent’s condition, walks across the ring to the opposite turnbuckle as the Clansmen calls the referee over to check the cut on his forehead.

 

“The champion setting up now for the Dukes of Hazzard splash…why’s the ref in the way? Somebody tell him to move!…”

 

Vlad de Burrov charges across the ring, looking to crush the challenger under four hundred pounds of American pop culture. The referee turns and sees the giant coming, but before he can move, Silent yanks him between himself and Vlad before diving out of the corner. The helpless referee is squashed by a surprised Vlad de Burrov, who immediately drops to his knees to tend to the referee. “ Vlad’s wasting his time now, citizen Axis. That referee won’t be counting anybody out for quite a while…” The champion rises and turns to face his opponent, just in time for a vicious Hammerlock DDT! The champion’s already injured head bounces off the mat once more as Silent wearily climbs to his feet and beckons towards the entrance ramp.

 

“Now what do you suppose the dastardly…NO! NO, darn it all to heck!” yells Cyclone Comet as Thoth comes strolling down the entrance ramp to a chorus of healthy boos.

“Silent’s fellow Clansmen is here to help the psychopath defeat the champion! Oh, the humanity!” Thoth slides under the ropes and stands next to Silent, who is rapidly gesturing towards the stirring World champion. Silent turns to face his fallen opponent…and is knocked to the ground by a stiff roundhouse kick from the Television champion!

 

“Thoth hasn’t forgotten Silent’s “help” in the six-man tag from Crimson, Comet, and it looks like the remaining Clan members are going to go at each other’s throats here tonight!” The audience explodes with applause as Thoth slides out of the ring and grabs a steel chair from ringside. The Television champ slides back in, raises the steel chair above the fallen Silent…but a rather larger shadow falls over him…

 

“OSCAR WINNER! OSCAR WINNER! THOTH JUST GOT THE OSCAR WINNER ONTO THE STEEL CHAIR!” screams Axis as the Clansmen rolls out of the ring, clutching at his back. Vlad raises his arms in a gesture of victory as the Pepsi Arena explodes once again with cheers, applause, and flash photography! “Vlad de Burrov is standing tall tonight, and it looks like he’s ready to put this match away!”

 

The champion turns around, the crowd solidly behind him…and is met with the sickening crunch of a steel chair against his head! “My God, Thoth tried to cost Silent this match, but his interference has backfired! There’s no referee to stop this!” A bloodied but defiant Silent smashes the chair into Vlad’s head again, sending the big man down to one knee. “This is too much, even for the dastardly Silent! Somebody has to do something!” A third, fourth, a fifth chair shot send the champion crashing to the ground. The metallic clang of the chair shots has been reduced to a wet thud, as a pool of blood spreads from Vlad de Burrov. The psychopath casually tosses the chair aside and shakes the referee awake before he begins to climb the turnbuckle.

 

“Oh, no. No. Somebody has to stop this. This isn’t right…”

 

Silent flies through the air, twisting madly before planting an elbow right onto the chest of Vlad de Burrov. The audience boos and Vlad convulses as the challenger hooks a massive leg. “No, Vlad, not like this…”

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

THREE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Vlad de Burrov kicks out.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The entire arena explodes.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“My God! I don’t believe it! Vlad de Burrov has just kicked out of the Last Words!” screams Axis above the din of the crowd. “This youngster will not, I repeat, WILL NOT GIVE UP THAT BELT!” Silent is furious at the referee, but the official remains adamant. Silent spends a moment more arguing with the referee, then stalks across the ring to where Vlad still lies and places the steel chair across the champion’s chest.

 

“He couldn’t…”

 

Silent begins to climb the turnbuckle once again…

 

“He wouldn’t….”

 

The audience screams for Vlad to get up, to roll out of the way, to do something, ANYTHING, to prevent what is about to happen.

 

“Oh, my God…”

 

Silent stands atop the turnbuckle, raises both arms high, and leaves his feet. The arena falls silent as he hangs there for a moment, between earth and sky…and drives a second elbow into the chest cavity of the fallen giant. The impact of steel and bone makes a crunching sound not to be described as the Silent One winces and hooks Vlad’s massive leg.

 

One.

 

Two…

 

Three.

 

*DING DING*

 

The bell rings in complete silence as Funyon prepares to announce the winner. The referee hands the belt to Silent somewhat reluctantly, as the Clansmen slings it over his right shoulder and climbs the far right turnbuckle, defiantly facing the quieted audience.

 

“Ladies and gentlemen, your winner by pinfall and your NEW IGNML WORLD Heavyweight Champion….SIIIIIIIIIILENT!”

 

“Forty-Six and Two” begin to play as Silent is handed his coat and cane by one of the ring crew. The new champion calmly pulls his trenchcoat on and wipes the blood from his forehead before leaving the ring. “I don’t know what to say, Comet, and neither does this audience. Vlad de Burrov has been brutalized, and his championship has been…it was stolen, Comet, dear God, Silent has stolen the IGNML World Championship belt.”

 

“This is a sad day for truth and justice, my friend,” sighs a deeply disturbed Cyclone Comet. “We need some medical attention out here right away, please…”

 

The camera shows us an unconscious Vlad de Burrov in the corner of the ring, oblivious to the music and to the deafening silence of the crowd as Silent leaves with his new championship belt. We cut to Silent standing atop the entrance ramp, cane and belt raised high in the air, as the music plays on and the crowd, silently, files out the exits.

 

The arena is silent except for the champion’s music.

 

And slowly, that fades away too.

 

We starwipe to a commercial.

[Guest Kibagami]

My spacing owns Crusen.

 

K.

[Guest Edwin MacPhisto]

Ah, "Vlad." His unmasking remains one of my OoC markout moments. That bastard...