ALL HALLOWS 2008!

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ALL HALLOWS 2008

SUNDAY 2ND NOVEMBER from the United Center in Chicago, Illinois





TAG TITLE MATCH
The Breslins© vs NYC
New tag champs take on two nasty guys who won contendership at Genesis. Fight!

Rules: Standard Tag
Word Limit: 6000
Send To: Toxxic


NON-TITLE MATCH
Va'aiga vs Thoth
Thoth's back, and mouthing off, and he doesn't want the World Title or Va'aiga. O RLY? Well, he pissed off Da Maori so in the interest of keeping his door intact, Landon booked this non-title match.

Rules: Standard Singles
Word Limit: 6000
Send To: King Cucaracha



GTA Fight Team vs TKO
GTA want a Tag Title shot. Beat the former champions.

Rules: Tag
Word Limit: 5000
Send To: King Cucaracha



Dance Dance Dragon vs MANSON
Triple D loves to dance. MANSON loves to hurt people. The result? Anyone's guess.

Rules: Standard singles
Word Limit: 5000
Send To: Toxxic


Dace Night vs Orden Noash
Will Dace show up this time?

Rules: Standard singles
Word Limit: 4500
Send To: King Cucaracha

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"Are we on the air yet? It feels like I've been sitting at this broadcast desk for days. Come on, there might still be underage girls in slutty outfits running around," grumbles the Suicide King, head in his heads.

 

"King, we've been here for all of 5 minutes. In fact, you turned up late just before of girls like that," shoots back Mak, over the rumble of the PA system.

 

"Oh yes, opening match. Dace Night with no one to carry him? Gee I'd almost care, but Orden Noash, well the guy sucks. Come on Mak, you can hold down the fort right?" Smirks King.

 

The PA kicks into full life, the strains of Going Under rolling out over the United Center, the somewhat indifferent booing being hurled down onto the figer of Orden Noash. Marching down to the ring, he slides into the ring, standing, waiting for his opponent.

 

"Ladies and gentlemen, this opening contest is a one on one match up, for one call. In the ring, from Detriot, weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds.... ORDEN NOASH!"

 

The booing continues, as Orden stands impassive, eyes fixing on the ramp. The sound of the crowd kicks into cheers as the opening blast of Windows of Creation scream from the PA. Pyro explodoing along the ramp.

 

"And from Birmingham, England, weighing in at two hundred and sixty five pounds, part of VDN... DACE NIGHT!"

 

Charing down the ramp, Dace slides under the ropes and leaps to his feet. Throwing his arms to the crowd as the pyro dies down, lights returning to normal .The ref waves for the bell, damp clanging silencing the throng of fans.

 

"If this is the treat of the night, it'll be short. Small package in thirty second please," King mocks, half to himself. Eyes rolled back onto his head.

 

"Just for that King, I hope we get a mat war that goes all the way to the sixty minute bell," shoots back Mak.

 

In the middle of the wring, Noash and Night stare at each other. Noash strikes first, firing out a right hand. Without even blinking, Dace catches the blow in midair. Swatting it away, Dace first back with an eblow, one blow enough to send Noash rocking backwards. A second and third strikes follow, sending Orden staggering backwards.

 

"If Orden Noash wants to have a chance here, he will have to get onto the mat. Going head to head with Dace like this is a straight road to a three count," Mak fires off.

 

Bounding off from the ropes, Noash launches low, trying to barrel the bigger Dace Night to the mat with a double leg take down. But he runs straight into a knee. Staggering backwards, Noash doesn't have time to block another elbow to the face. Swining around, he makes a dive for the ropes, tohive himself some breathing room.

 

Dace is right behind him, grabbing a rear waist lock and heaving backwards, Orden make a desperate grab fro the ropes. Digging in his feet, Dace snaps backwards, easily taking Orden up and over, dumping him head first onto the mat, as the crowd explodes into a hail of cheers.

 

"Backdrop driver from out of nowhere! This one could be over already!" Screams Mak.

 

"Oh yay, candy and a quick first match! I love the work ethic of this place," the Sucidie King smirks.

 

Quickly rolling over, Dace pushes the lifeless body of Orden Noash onto his back, dropping on top and grabs hold of a leg. The ref dives in and starts the count, hand slapping against the mat as the crowd counts along.

 

ONE

 

TWO

 

THREE!

 

"Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner... DACE NIGHT!"

 

 

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The house lights dim while the crackle and rumble of a brewing storm mixes with murmurs and incantations, setting forth smoke from the stage, and soon giving way to distorted warbling, demonic in tone, and causing the crowd to rise to their feet.

 

“Welcome back to Chicago’s United Center, everyone, where Manson will be making his way down to the ring in mere moments.”

 

“He’ll be taking on Dance Dance Dragon, but if I were Dragon, I’d exit the area immediately, because Manson is on quite a roll.”

 

The madness then segues into 'God is God' by Juno Reactor as strobes begin to pulse and spotlights roam the arena. The shrouded Manson soon comes onto the scene heralding his arrival, a deluge of jeers and insults greeting him as he makes his way down the ramp.

 

“Ladies and Gentlemen, the following bout is a one fall to a finish singles match! First, hailing from Denver, Colorado, and weighing in tonight at two hundred and twenty-five pounds… MMMAAANNNNNSOOOONNN!”

 

His eyes dart back and forth, scanning the arena, before arriving ringside. He heads up and enters through the ropes, unleashing the aluminum bat and stomping about the ring with malicious intent, swinging it wildly above his head, as everyone inside retreats. He then drops to his knees and crawls back toward his corner. He discards the bat, letting it drop to the floor, then brushes back his hood and stands, removes his metal mask and disrobes. He drops everything to the ground below, then crouches back down, anxiously rocking back and forth on his heels, ready to attack at any time, as he waits on his opponent.

 

“Manson certainly looks ready, King, and despite his anxious look, he’s as focused as he ever has been.”

 

“He’s come back with a fire lit under him, that’s for sure. I don’t really know what he’s been doing, but it’s been working wonders.”

 

As Manson waits, a DDR stage hologram shines down in front of the entrance, leaving the arena in silence. The into to ‘Hung Up’ by Madonna then plays as the Dance Dance Dragon calmly walks out. When the song picks up pace, multi-colored strobes begin to flash rapidly through the rest of the arena, as Triple D begins to bust moves to the cheers of the crowd. Manson looks on perplexed as a crowd of scantily clad dancers run out and dance alongside him, even following him as he dances his way down to the ring. However, as soon as he hops onto the apron and attempts to enter the ring, an irritated Manson launches into an attack, as Kivell calls for the bell!

 

~DING DING!~

 

“Manson is on the attack early and there’s the bell!”

 

Manson lifts Triple D up off the mat and throws elbow smash after elbow smash at him, forcing Dragon to retreat to the lower left corner of the ring. Dragon tries a kick to the ribs, countered with another flurry by Manson. He grabs Dragon by the hand and sends him toward the diagonal corner, but as Manson rushes in after him, Dragon handstands off the ropes and emerges behind him. As Manson turns, Triple D forces him down with a boot to the chest.

 

The Messiah stands, finding himself in the corner, as Dragon chops him across the chest. He next elbows him, but before Dragon can get started with a comeback, Manson thumbs him in the eye, earning him a stern warning from Kivell, as the crowd begins to boo. As Dragon tries to find his vision, Manson jumps into him with a rolling solebutt to the chest, knocking him down to a knee. As Triple D stands, the murderous Manson hooks him and falls back, driving him into the mat with a double arm DDT!

 

“You can almost see his speed beginning to give Manson some trouble, but there’s a DDT straight into the mat!”

 

“I think Dragon wasn’t expecting the double arm DDT there, but now it’s Manson’s chance to wear Dragon down some.”

 

As Dragon writhes on the mat, Manson jumps on top and begins laying in right after left after right, punishing Dance Dance Dragon with a repeated assortment of strikes to the face. Even after Dragon scrambles up to his feet and away from Manson, the Raging Demon takes him back down with a Superman straight right to the jaw, again leaping onto him to continue to assault. Kivell decides he’s had enough and tries to wrest Manson off Dragon, but after being shoved away by the rampaging Messiah, he succeeds only in distracting Manson enough for him to head to the outside, where he grabs the metal bat from off the ground.

 

“This is big, King. That look in his eyes is one we haven’t seen in some time.”

 

“It’s one that’s hard to describe, cold, almost trance-like, but frightening, when he gets like this.”

 

As Manson silently slides back into the ring, he first chases Matt Kivell away with a swing. Then while Kivell implores him not to do so from across the ring, as Dragon stands, he takes a swing, and like the sound of bat-on-ball at a baseball game, he cracks the Bemani Bruiser over the skull!

 

“What has he done?!”

 

“It’s obvious what he did, he just bashed Dragon’s brains in, but the real question is what spurred this sudden and largely unprovoked attack.”

 

~DING DING DING DING DING!~

 

As Dragon goes down, Manson dives down on top of him and begins choking him with the bat across the throat, as a horde of referees and officials descend from the back. The crazed look in his eyes tell the story as they try to pull an unrelenting Manson away with little success. He finally stands, only to chase them away with wild swipes of the bat, until one manages to pull it away from behind and throw it to the outside. He takes an Iron-Cutting Sword for his trouble, the Lariat knocking him out cold, as Manson turns back toward Dragon.

 

“He’s nuts, damn it! He’s gone mad! I almost believed when you said he changed for the better!”

 

“Well, it’s not MY fault, is it?!”

 

Manson hovers over Dragon and slowly brings him upright, lifting him by the tassels attached to his mask. He glances out at the crowd, licking his lips, as they boo ferociously and without mercy, before turning his attention back toward Dragon. He cocks his head and then begins clawing at Dragon’s face, working himself into a frenzy, as he rips apart the mask hiding Dragon’s identity!

 

~DING DING DING DING DING!~

 

“What is he doing now?! He attacked Dragon, attacked a referee, and now he’s trying to take off his mask!”

 

As shreds of fabric fly from the scene, the previous referees, officials, and a number of security arrive, tackling Manson to the mat, as another small group cover Dragon’s face with a towel and escort him away.

 

“Thankfully we’ve finally gotten Dance Dance Dragon out of there and nearly secured Manson. Now I’m wondering what the hell caused him to snap like this!”

 

“He won’t be doing much dancing tonight, that’s for sure,” says King, as a frothing Manson is carried off in restraints, continuing to battle security on the way out, while we fade.

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"Ladies and gentlemen," declares ring announcer Funyon. "All Hallows continues with the following tag team contest, set for one fall!"

 

The lights quickly dim as the sounds of the Mad Capsule Markets' "Tribe" pound into the house that Jordan made famous. A strobe light quickly jumps in, perfectly timed with the song while the letters T.K.O. flash onto the Smarktron.

 

"Introducing first: from Saitama, Japan. At a total combined weight of 483 lbs, they are accompanied by Chris Card and Natasha. They are TORU Takahara, and KOJI Kitano. This... is... T - K - O!!"

 

While their caucasian counterparts stand close and offer polite golf applause, the duo from the Orient stand under the Smarktron, arms crossed and glowering at the Chicago crowd. A split second later, TORU downs a quick swig of his Awamori and KOJI flashes his most defiant double finger. The foursome then briefly resume their way to the ring. After shedding their unnecessary entrance attires, the team then proceeds with their simultaneous ring entrance. They throw their best possible intimidating glares at the ring announcer, but the man with the mic is not deterred from doing his job. "Tribe" quickly fades away and makes way for the very different Beatle composition known as "Helter Skelter".

 

"And their opponents: from Toronto, Ontario, Canada. At a total combined weight of 522 lbs; Daniel Smith, and Tod James Stuart. The G - T - A - Fight Team!"

 

The first to come out is the always stoic Daniel Smith in his standard royal blue tights and his sleeveless Wrestling Clinic t-shirt. Very close behind is partner Tod James Stuart, who's decided to go for cheap local heat by wearing one of those popular "fake jerseys" ringer t-shirts that feature the Blackhawks logo on the front and the name and number of the one goalie who's been prominent in both Toronto AND Chicago, #30 Ed Belfour. While he's getting a few cheers out of the crowd, he's not too far behind his partner who walks as always to the ring with determination. As the Canadians reach the ringside area, all four competitors soon lock eyes with one another. Referee Eddy Long does his best to keep the Japanese contingent at bay, long enough for their opponents to enter the ring. The Toronto natives take an important second to size up the opposition, four people that do nothing but look down upon them from a perch of disdain and superiority. While Mr. Card and Ms. Natasha are ushered out of the ring, Helter Skelter quickly fades away and the image we're witnessing rapidly becomes a tense four-way staring contest.

 

"All four men are almost forehead to forehead as we're set to go underway here." notes Mak Francis.

 

"It'll be interesting to see, Mak." notes Suicide King. "We're seeing two teams at a crossroads in their respective careers. TORU and KOJI were the nearly invincible tag team champions suffer the beginning of what is probably the long fall down from the top of the world, and they're none too happy about it. On the other hand, the Fight Team's all about proving themselves. Slowly but surely they're climbing their way up and what better way to do so than by getting past the former champs."

 

As the opening bell is called for, the match's first salvo is officially launched by KOJI as he grabs a handful of Stuart's Belfour shirt and tears off a portion! This helps Eddy Long in designating the legal men as he forces Daniel Smith and TORU out to their respective corners. Meanwhile, Stuart quickly replies to the insult in kind as he unleashes a barrage of forearm shots to the side of the head. KOJI is sufficiently staggered, but he manages to fight back with his own elbow strikes to the head. Stuart wobbles all the way to the ropes, allowing KOJI to take two steps back and charge with another fierce elbow strike. However, Stuart uses his opponent's momentum against him, sidesteps him and has him *sail* over the top rope and onto the floor!

 

"A little emergency strategy session seems to be in order for TKO." observes Mak. "As Chris Card is quick to get in KOJI's ear. This doesn't appear to be the start they had in mind."

 

Following a lengthy conversation, KOJI finally enters the ring under the warnings of Eddy Long. Both men finally converge for what appears to be the first collar and elbow tie-up of the match, but Stuart is fooled by his Japanese opponent as he's the victim of a vicious eye gouge! Eddy Long sternly warns him about such a misdeed, but he receives a none-too-polite finger as a reply. KOJI follows it up with a hard kick to the midsection, and a series of clubbing forearm blows to the upper back. Latching onto his wrist, KOJI sends the Canadian to the ropes with an Irish whip. He rears back with another massive elbow strike, but Stuart ducks under. KOJI quickly bends down for a back bodydrop, and this time Stuart does a quick spin around his opponent, hooking arms in the process. The end result is Stuart reversing the maneuver into an Irish whip of his own. On the return bounce, Stuart tries to flip his opponent over into a hip toss, but it's blocked! KOJI buries a fist in Stuart's gut that doubles him over. He places his leg over the Canadian's head and gracefully backflips himself free. KOJI quickly charges but gets taken down with a lightning fast armdrag! He almost immediately regains his feet, but runs into a second armdrag! Not one to be outquicked by the silly Canadian white man fool, KOJI regains his footing for a second time. But it is he who is the fool, as Stuart changes course and blasts his opponent in the face with a heavy forearm shot!

 

KOJI staggers to one knee from the blow, but Stuart is quickly on him with an arm twist. Straining, KOJI tries to strike out of it, but Stuart further cinches the hold in to prevent that. He further adds to the attack with a series of shin kicks that connect with KOJI's chest. Once sufficiently neutralized, Tod places his right boot onto the side of KOJI's face and drops down to his back, driving his foot in KOJI's head!

 

"TKO can't seem to get any good offense started." notes Mak. "Just as Tod Stuart connects with the Slapshot! And here's our first cover of the match!" he adds, as Stuart quickly swoops on top of his opponent with a lateral press.

 

"One!"

 

 

"Tw--"

 

Before Eddy Long can finish registering Two, KOJI is quick to roll his shoulder up. Stuart traps KOJI in a front facelock and brings him to a set of ropes. After immobilizing him with a few forearm shots, Stuart grabs KOJI's arm and peels him off into an Irish whip, but KOJI spins his hips around and uses all of his weight to reverse the move. Stuart takes the trip to the ropes instead. But when KOJI tries to establish dominance early with his hardest shoulder tackle, it is he who gets knocked down to the mat due to his lack of size. Tod takes off into the adjacent ropes, allowing to roll over to his stomach. Stuart hops over him, which then allows his opponent to spring to his feet. He tries to catch the returning Tod with a lunging clothesline, but the Canadian ducks under the blow. KOJI dashes after him and hops onto his shoulders, hoping to take him down into a victory roll; but Stuart tosses him forward and lands into a double-knee gutbuster! Rather than go for a pincover; Stuart rolls back to his feet and awaits the rise of his opponent. KOJI barely takes a knee as Stuart appropriates him into the uranage position and drives the back of his head into his own knee! He lifts him back up and quickly chains the move into an STO! This time, he falls on top for the cover.

 

"One!"

 

 

"Two!"

 

 

Despite the abuse, KOJI is still able to kick out early. Stuart traps the man in a front facelock and walks over to his corner. After slapping hands with Daniel Smith, Stuart forces his opponent into the neutral corner. Smith soon joins him as both send the Japanese fighter into the opposite corner with a double Irish whip. Stuart places himself back first into the corner and offers his hand, which leads to Smith whipping his own partner. But the move is reversed however, and it's *Smith* who takes the trip full force into a corner splash onto KOJI!

 

Tod James Stuart is up next as he takes off into a dash... into Daniel Smith's arms? Holding his partner in a semi bearhug, Smith does a quick 180 and rams Stuart back first into their opponent in the corner! While Eddy Long is busy rushing Stuart back to his corner, Smith peels KOJI out of the corner. He bends him over and runs his arm through his legs.

 

"This could already be it, King!" says Mak. "Spirit Breaker is coming up and it'll be a short night for TKO!"

 

"Do not underestimate the former champions, Stumpy." adds King. "I don't think Chris Card has said his last word on the matter."

 

Indeed, just as Smith has KOJI easily lifted up on his shoulder, Chris Card is up on the apron and yanking his man to safety. Like a thief in the night, Card is back down to ringside and referee Eddy Long is none the wiser as he sees KOJI collapse into a tag to his partner TORU. With his most vicious sneer, the man climbs into the ring while Smith is only too happy to welcome a little larger competition. After a few seconds of circling and sizing up, Smith is the first to break the ice with a simple Bring It gesture. TORU unleashes his fiercest warrior's cry and strikes first with a stiff kick to the leg! Smith replies by rearing back and connecting with a hard forearm shot to the chest! TORU replies with his own shot to the head! Smith replies to that one with a stiff overhand chop to the chest, drawing the appropriate Woo from the crowd. TORU cringes from the blow, but responds with a chest forearm of his own. But he might as well have been elbowing a pillow as Smith absorbs it and unleashes a series of rapid fire forearms to the head! He then grabs TORU's head into a double collar clinch and *drills* him with a series of five Muay Thai knees to the head and chest. Not letting up, he pushes him backwards with a series of hard palm strikes to the chest that forcefully back TORU into a neutral corner once again. He turns around as if to have his back to him and lets loose with his alternating elbow strikes to the head!

 

"This isn't how he normally does it," notes Mak Francis. "But this is what Daniel Smith very simply refers to as Me Hitting You. And damned if it's not effective."

 

"Sure it looks effective, and I sure as hell would not want to be on the receiving end of that." replies Suicide King. "But if you look carefully, Ed Long is a liiiiittle too slow to get in there and force the men out! And now Chris Card is only too happy to remind him of that fact."

 

While Chris Card chews out Eddy Long for what he blindingly perceives to be a breach in the rules, Daniel Smith locks TORU into a front facelock and backs into his own corner. This allows Tod James Stuart to slap his partner's shoulder, which Long will call as a tag. Smith then takes two steps forward while Stuart embarks on a quick climb of the ropes. In an impressive display of timing, Smith moves out of the way while Tod soars through the air and plants the sole of both feet into TORU's upper back with a double stomp! With TORU effectively collapsed in a mess on the canvas, Stuart capitalizes by dropping several quick elbows on the back of his opponent's head. He punctuates this flurry by throwing himself into the ropes, leaping, and landing a knee drop to the very same area. He rolls his larger opponent over and puts on a lateral press with his forearm grinded into his face for good measure.

 

"One!"

 

 

"Two!"

 

 

"Thr-"

 

While Stuart is initially upset at the near-fall, he then realizes TORU was simply using the full two and a half seconds of rest allotted before throwing the shoulder up. Before the man can shake the cob webs loose, Stuart quickly latches onto him and applies yet another front facelock to keep him grounded.

 

But after barely 10 seconds of being in the hold, TORU is still able to get up to his feet. Relentless, Stuart still contains him with several more knee strikes to the head. This allows him to switch to an arm twist once again, and another series of shin kicks to TORU's chest He tries to yank himself free, but Stuart still manages to place his boot against TORU's head. What he doesn't see is TORU's arm lightly dangling over the top rope. This allows Chris Card to grab onto his charge's limb and prevent him from taking any damage while Stuart carelessly throws himself onto his back with no favorable result! TORU sees the proverbial blood and strikes. He quickly maneuvers himself behind Stuart and carelessly drops him to the mat with a nasty backdrop suplex! Catching his breath, he sends a vicious glare to the crowd while mocking Stuart's own raised fist pose, which he gladly turns into an Up Yours gesture. Now purely going into Time Wasting mode, he motions to his manager with the universal Give Me It signal, which prompt Chris Card to toss him his flask of Awamori. Eddy Long had been warned of the effects of the drink when introduced into unfamiliar anatomy, and he warns TORU in accordance; but the man simply wants a refreshment. He takes a mighty swig, and gulps it down as if it were mere water. After sending a possibly none too flattering Japanese remark at the official, TORU finally tosses his drink back to his manager, who inserts it back into his blazer's interior pocket.

 

"You know," begins Mak. "I have no idea why, but before the show Chris Card nearly insisted that I try and taste that Awamori. One sip and it made me sick to my stomach! That stuff is vile!"

 

"Heh, yeah I know. I heard you coughing up a lung all afternoon." replies King. "And seeing as your misery is my pleasure, I was in quite a good mood before we started the show!"

 

In no mood to attempt a cover for the time being, TORU basically toys with his opponent. Just as Stuart is attempting to regain his footing, TORU casually grabs a handful of hair, presses Stuart's face against his shin and then carelessly *scrapes* his face against the laces of his boots. While Stuart writhes in agony on the mat, TORU nonchalantly ignores the warning from the official, and casually repeats the maneuver. This draws a more stern warning from Eddy Long, but TORU replies with a very basic stare that's meant to say Don't Fuck Me With Me, White Man. Ever the fighter, Stuart tries to pull himself to his feet by yanking on his opponent's knee pads and tights, but TORU soon puts an end to those aspirations as he drops the Canadian with an unforgiving back breaker! He shoves the writhing Tod to his back, and hooks the leg for his team's first pincover of the match.

 

"One!"

 

 

"Two!"

 

Fighting against much larger weight, Stuart has to use all of his energy in order to lift his shoulder up. Stuart attempts to fight back with a series of weak right hands to the abdomen, but TORU shuts him up with a heavy boot to the side of the head! He grabs hold of the Canadian with two handfuls of hair and sends him running into the ropes with an Irish whip. Stuart has enough awareness to duck and avoid TORU's first lunge, but he's not so fortunate the second time as TORU catches him in a bear hug and *drives* him down to the mat with a spinebuster! In a slight mock towards Stuart's partner Daniel Smith, TORU then slaps both hands against Stuart's chest, as he crouches down for yet another cover attempt.

 

"One!"

 

 

"Two!"

 

Wasting no time following the kick-out, TORU muscles Stuart up to his feet and into a neutral corner of his own. He has an assortment of offensive options at his disposal, but he chooses to rub his own forearm back and forth into Stuart's face! Eddy Long is quick to step in with his count of five, which successfully draws TORU out of the corner. He pulls in the official closer and launches into an angry shouting tirade in his native language. You or I or everyone else would seemingly think this is yet another barrage of insults. This however, has effectively drawn the attention of the referee away from the match in itself; which allows Natasha to step onto the apron and bury some finger nails into Stuart's face! Daniel Smith attempts to enter the ring and put an end to the injustice, but Eddy Long is quickly on his case about trying to enter without a tag. What's more amusing to the Japanese contingent is that TORU was simply telling Mr. Long about his plans for the evening after the show. Language barriers. Gotta love them...

 

Returning his attention back to the match, TORU takes another second to showboat, and finally whips Stuart to the opposite corner. Letting out another battle cry, TORU charges... and hits nothing but boot! He shakes off the blow, and charges again... and this time hits an elbow! Stuart quickly hops onto the second rope, but we'll never get to find out his intentions. None other than Chris Card is seen holding him in place by tugging on his leg. TORU is quick to capitalize as he dashes forward and blasts Stuart with a vicious headbutt! While the smiling Card fixes his cufflinks into place, TORU joins Stuart on the second rope and easily lifts him up in a slam position. Boosting himself off the strands, TORU sails through the air with a moonsault, scoring with the Blockbuster Slam! Cover!

 

"One!"

 

 

"Two!"

 

"Kick-out by Stuart!" states Mak. "You almost had to give the assist to Chris Card on that one."

 

"That's what I call being there for your team, Francisco!" replies King. "I don't expect you to grasp that right away."

 

Instead of capitalizing on the offense, TORU chooses to parade around the ring, further mocking Stuart's fist pose. And just when he gets within range, he *blasts* Daniel Smith in the face with an elbow strike! This successfully enrages Smith who tries to force his way into the match, but sees a striped obstacle in his way. Receiving the signal from Card, KOJI joins his partner in the ring for a two-man beatdown of stomps and kicks on the fallen Stuart, further raising the ire of Daniel Smith and the crowd in general. And just as Long has convinced Smith to return to his corner, TORU exits the ring and leaves KOJI to pick up the pieces. He nonchalantly flips Stuart over to his stomach and coldly places a hard kick to the shoulder blades. Then placing both feet along Stuart's back, he further taunts the Canadians by riding the waves, using Stuart's prone body as the proverbial surfboard. This is the perfect lead-up to his next move, as he places his foot on his back, grabs both hands, lifts him up and then *cracks* him back on the mat with the Darkness Stomp! Once again, he opts not to cover... Instead, he offers the crowd a disdainful slash of the throat. And (possibly) an insult to the referee...

 

"King, you can't possibly agree with TKO's strategy right now!" says Mak. "They're basically looking past the Fight Team, and aren't even trying to win this!"

 

"TKO are the former champions!" replies King. "They carried the tag division for so long on their backs! The GTA Fight Team are basically the lowest rung of the ladder! They should be HONORED to face TKO!"

 

KOJI seals his fate... by flipping Daniel Smith the double bird. As Eddy Long manages to keep an irate Daniel Smith from joining the fray, Chris Card sends the illegal man once again in the ring for more double damage. KOJI and TORU make full of use of the referee's distracted state as they both back Stuart into a set of ropes. Chris Card is only too happy to hop one knee onto the apron and immobilize the Canadian by grabbing the back of his tights (this only further enrages Daniel Smith, who's none closer to getting the official to TURN THE F AROUND). After a pair of humiliating slaps courtesy of KOJI, both men take hold of Stuart's wrists and peel him off into a double Irish whip. The Japanese fighters lock their hands together in hopes of a stinging double clothesline. Just as he bounces off the ropes, Stuart has enough awareness to duck under the powerful strike and continue his run... into a suicide dive to the outside on Chris Card! As the crowd perks up from the resurgence, Stuart starts peppering the fallen manager with a series of rapid fire right hands to the side of the head; a small token of payback for all the interference pulled by Mr. Card. His two charges in the ring waste no time in dashing to his rescue. But just as they cross the ropes to the outside, Stuart rolls back inside under the bottom rope. Despite the abuse he's taken for the majority of this match, Tod Stuart begins the slow and long crawl towards his corner and his partner's outstretched hand.

 

"Tod James Stuart has literally been manhandled throughout this match!" utters Mak Francis throughout the cheers of the crowd. "You and I could see him start to fade away, but he just created his own break and he's about three feet away from tagging in the massive Daniel Smith!"

 

"Lemme ask you something." retorts Suicide King. "Is Chris Card booked to wrestle tonight?! Is he wearing his wrestling gear?? No!! He's a fully licensed *manager*! And Stewie just created his so-called 'break' by taking advantage of a defenseless manager! This is the so-called underdog team that everybody wants to get behind?! I'm appalled at such a concept! I'm starting to think your eyes, your brain and your deductive capabilities are seriously starting to atrophy along with those slabs of meat you call legs!"

 

TORU is the first to reach Stuart. He leaps with a giant elbow drop, but Stuart avoids it with a quick roll to the side! KOJI is in next as he latches onto Stuart's ankle, trying to reel him back in towards the TKO corner. Pulling as hard as he can, Stuart first tries to get up onto his one free leg and move forward, but that soon proves fruitless. Instead, he spots TORU gingerly getting to his feet and staggering about. Waiting for the one split-second he needs, Stuart twists his body around and throws himself on his back in one fluid motion, and uses both feet to push KOJI off of him... and into his partner! As the Japanese contingent collides with one another, Stuart finally makes that one last desperate lunge towards his corner... and TAGS in Daniel Smith!

 

"Here comes Dan The Man!" exclaims Mak. "And now TKO's strategy of keeping him outside and pissing him off is finally going to bite them in the Fukuoka!"

 

Like the proverbial 10-story apartment on fire, Daniel Smith wastes no time getting into the ring. The first victim in his sights is KOJI, who gets mowed down to the mat with a vicious clothesline! Without breaking stride, he rears back for a mighty forearm blow on TORU, but he's caught with an elbow of his own! TORU is fully intent on caving in Smith's face, but the larger Canadian, fueled by pure adrenaline, is hardly flinching. When TORU realizes he's doing the equivalent of punching clouds to create thunder, Daniel Smith unleashes a mighty roar that lets everyone know he does not wish to be hurt by conventional means. Before TORU can resume his offense, Smith is now the one hammering elbows into his opponent's face. TORU staggers all the way back to a corner, but Smith will not let him rest. He peels him off with a strong Irish whip, and just as TORU's back collides with the opposite turnbuckle, Smith is one second behind as he connects with a massive corner clothesline! Instead of following up with his usual short-arm clothesline, Smith takes a few steps back to allow his opponent to stagger forward. With a snap of the wrist, Smith's hand is wrapped around TORU's throat. Exerting minimal effort, TORU feels his body being lifted up, and immediately back down with a seated chokeslam!

 

"Miracle On Yonge Street!" exclaims Mak.

 

Having regained his senses, KOJI dives at Daniel Smith in an attempt to contain him. But that also proves futile against the much bigger Canadian as he effortlessly catches him and takes him down with a T-Bone suplex! Just behind Smith, TORU is seen pointing to his knee, no doubt signaling for his Busaiku Knee Kick. Just as Smith turns around, TORU charges, but Smith sidesteps him! This results in TORU driving his knee into the turnbuckles. Doubling him over with a toe kick, Smith hooks both of TORU's arms and successfully plants him with a double underhook powerbomb! After a few chest pounds that put the crowd on the GTA side, Smith spots Chris Card getting to his feet. He collects the dazed TORU by his head. Once Card is up (but wobbly), Smith runs the full length of the ring, and tosses TORU over the ropes, and onto Chris Card! The whole pile tumbles to the outside, much to the horror of Natasha.

 

Desperate to turn the tide back to his team's side, KOJI goes with what has always worked best for him: speed and agility. He leaps onto an unsuspecting Smith, desperately trying to take him down with a hurracanrana. While hammering away at Smith's head with repeated right hands, KOJI fails to realize that Smith is essentially holding him in a powerbomb position, casually walking around the ring. Tod Stuart seems the door opening and manages to blind tag his way in just as Smith's arm is in range. He expertly climbs the ropes and waits...

 

Unfortunately for him, KOJI eventually sees that the much larger Daniel Smith is merely toying with him and playing his part for what will be the eventual fall of TKO in this match. He stops his flurry of fists long enough to see Tod James Stuart perched up on his corner's top rope and leaping off... into a hooking clothesline!

 

"There it is! The 21 Gun Salute, out of nowhere!" exclaims Mak.

 

As Smith completes the tandem move with a devastating powerbomb, Tod Stuart is quick to land on top of KOJI with a lateral press while Smith adds more weight by pressing both hands on his partner's back. While Natasha tears the proverbial hairs from her delicate head, Eddy Long is in position.

 

"One!"

 

 

"Two!"

 

 

"Three!!"

 

"Ring the bell!" orders the stripe-clad official.

 

"Bottom of the ladder you say?" asks Mak Francis. "Well King, it appears like Tod Stuart and Daniel Smith have just taken a HELL of a step up that ladder!"

 

As Helter Skelter fires up to a cheering and satisfied crowd, the man with the mic makes it official.

 

"Here are your winners: The G - T - A - Fight Team!!"

 

"Sure, beating a team like TKO is an accomplishment in its own right." replies Suicide King. "But from here on in, it only gets harder. Whether it's singles or tag team competition, there are NO easy roads to the top! If the Toronto boys want to prove they can make it, they have to drop their whole Woe Is Me mentality and start thinking like winners! And as for TKO, best way I can describe it: off night. They'll bounce back from this, and Card's gonna have them back on a winning track in no time. Let the Canadians celebrate their much needed win. Me, I'm going on a pizza run!"

 

"While my partner goes on the hunt for a deep dish right here in Chicago, we got a lot more coming up, including the NEW tag team champions defending their belts against the NYC! Stick around; THIS... is All Hallows!"

 

...

 

 

[Toxxic 0]

The bell rings on Va'aiga and Thoth in the centre of the ring. Suddenly is FULL VIEW of referee Matthew Kivell, Kibagami steps over the ropes and BLASTS VA'AIGA OVER THE HEAD WITH A STEEL CHAIR! As Va'aiga turns to growl at Silent, the ref calls for the bell. Thoth and Kibs roll out of the ring as Kivell holds back a furious Maori. Meanwhile as he walks away from the ring Thoth mouths to the camera. "Not my target. Waste of my time."

 

 

[Toxxic 0]

“It’s time for the big one! Are you ready, King?”

 

“…Am I in prison again?”

 

“No. We’re back on, and it’s time for the main event. The Tag Team Titles are about to be defended for the first time since being won by new champions Luke and Leo Breslin.”

 

“Their reign will be short-lived, I’m sure.”

 

Notorious BIG’s “I Love the Dough” booms from the speakers. The Chicago crowd lets out a collective chorus of boos. Sir Marvelous emerges onto the stage and the letters N Y C dominate the SmartTron over images of S.I.N. and Bruner performing dominating offense. “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall,” Funyon starts, “And is for the SWF Tag Team Championship!”

 

“Here come the challengers,” Mak says. “And I know the New York Connection has been itching for their shot at the gold. They’re getting it tonight.”

 

“Introducing first, the challengers,” Funyon says. “Accompanied to the ring by ‘Sir Marvelous’ Michael Alexander, at a combined weight of 720 pounds… from New York City… S.I.N. and Tracey Bruner… the NEW YORK CONNECTIOOOON!”

 

When Funyon finishes, Sir Marvelous is already three-quarters of the way down the ramp. Sammy Nunez and Tracey Bruner are a few strides behind him, their overriding presence sending some fans to silence. The majority of the arena still shows their disapproval of the number one contenders.

 

“These guys… are here to fight,” King says.

 

“Indeed they are. They made handy work of the GTA Fight Team at Genesis IX, where they felt they should have fought TKO.”

 

“Well, they should have. They beat VDN.”

 

“But The Breslins had a personal, long-built vendetta against TKO, not to mention Luke’s pull with what should have been a World Title opportunity.”

 

Nunez climbs into the ring between the ropes. Bruner lifts his legs over the top to step inside effortlessly. Sir Marvelous remains at the bottom of the steel steps, glaring at the fans who show disrespect. Nunez paces back and forth while Bruner twists his neck around a few times to loosen it. “Knights of Cydonia” by Muse hits the speakers, and a nasty scowl emerges on Bruner’s face before the image changes to the top of the stage. Luke and Leo emerge as the song sinks into the cheering crowd. The multi-colored strobes bounce over every corner of the arena.

 

“And their opponents… at a combined weight of 478 pounds, hailing from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania… they are the SWF Tag Team Champions, Luke and Leo… THEEEE BREEESSSLIIIIINNNS!”

 

Luke and Leo both wear their usual wrestling trunks, but also sport 2008 World Series Champions shirts. Their high energy towards the ring, high-fiving fans and holding their belts in the air with great pride, is matched only by the deafening crowd.

 

“These brothers sure are having a great time. They love seeing their Phillies on top!”

 

“I guarantee their focus on baseball is much greater than that of NYC’s. They better be as focused as they need to be against a team like this.”

 

“I’m sure NYC has been paying just as much attention to the new basketball season.”

 

“…That’s racist.”

 

Luke and Leo both slide into the ring under the bottom rope. They bounce to their feet and meet the eyes of their opponents. The Breslins hold their gold in the air, facing NYC and making sure they see what they accomplished at Genesis. Sexton Hardcastle takes the belts from Luke and Leo, showing them to NYC and the fans in traditional fashion before handing them off to safety outside the ring. NYC’s eyes don’t even move to the gold. They remain fixed on Luke and Leo. The brothers exchange high fives and words of encouragement before splitting, Leo climbing onto the apron. Nunez and Bruner don’t speak. The Big Bully remains stationary while his partner climbs onto the apron opposite Leo.

 

*DING DING DING*

 

“NYC goes with the big man to start this match,” Mak says.

 

“You’re saying that like Nunez is a midget,” King says while Bruner moves to the center of the ring. His arms rest at his side.

 

“Good point. NYC is a huge team. They outweigh The Breslins by around 250 pounds. The Breslins have fought large men before in TKO, but Bruner is on a different level. I’m curious to see Luke’s approach here.”

 

“It doesn’t look like he has one,” King jokes while the younger Breslin bounces back and forth on the soles of his feet. “And if he does have one, I’m sure it’s just surviving.”

 

Luke finally approaches Bruner. He stops a few feet in front of the giant and lifts his dukes. Bruner grins at Luke, staring through his sunglasses at the unthreatening approach. A large arm leaves Bruner’s side and cuts through the air, aimed directly for Luke’s temple. Luke ducks. He drives forward and sends a shoulder into Bruner’s ribs. Bruner stumbles a couple of steps backwards, allowing Luke to get another shoulder into the ribs. With his opponent against the ropes, Luke pulls away from Bruner, standing himself up straight while a European uppercut catches Bruner’s chin.

 

“Bruner’s neck snaps back with that shot!” Mak exclaims. “And another one!”

 

“I’m glad Bruner’s letting Luke have his fun before he really unleashes on the poor kid.”

 

“It doesn’t look like Luke is relenting himself!”

 

Luke changes his mode of attack, abandoning the fists. He sends a knee into Bruner’s ribs. The next shot is even heavier, causing Bruner to bend a bit. Luke takes Bruner’s right arm and pulls him forward, whipping the big man across the ring. As Bruner bounces off the opposite ropes, Luke rushes at him. Bruner lifts a heavy leg, but Luke ducks the big boot. Both men bounce off the ropes again. Leo Breslin manages to catch Luke with a tag to the spine. Bruner runs at Luke again. Luke manages to duck around Bruner and catch his head from behind, bringing him down with a snap neckbreaker.

 

“The ref saw that tag… and Leo’s not waiting to get into the action!” Mak yells while Leo hops off the apron and onto the third rope, the crowd loudening when Leo flies.

 

“What a swift springboard splash there. Maybe these Breslins have done their homework,” King admits. “They’re taking it to Bruner with quick, constant offense.”

 

Leo remains on top of Bruner as Sexton Hardcastle drops to the canvas. ONE! T—Bruner is quick to get his hands under Leo and toss him off. Leo flies a couple of feet above Bruner’s head and rolls out of the escape, climbing to his feet quickly. Bruner’s slower recovery allows Leo a chance to size up his adversary. Leo runs a few steps before sending his feet into Bruner’s right knee with a low dropkick. His legs give and Bruner falls to the mat.

 

“Talk about a mismatch of size,” Mak says.

 

“Yes, sir. Leo is outweighed by 230-ish pounds and out… heighted… uh, by a foot.”

 

“That wasn’t a command. I was more talking to the fans. Anyway, Leo walking circles around Bruner here, stomping him at the knees, the shoulders, in the ribs, all those important joints and cores, hoping to strike something effectively enough to influence Bruner’s performance.”

 

“Mister Bruner is a tank. Leo is pretty much kicking a tank. Dumb.”

 

Leo relents, grabbing Bruner’s head and bringing the big man to his knees. Bruner is soon wrapped in a headlock. With Leo on his knees, he has some leverage. It doesn’t last long. Bruner’s face looks strained, but he still manages to climb to his feet. Leo keeps the headlock in place, but he’s dangling about a foot off the ground. Bruner wears Leo like a cape. The big man is quick to find his position in the ring, and even quicker to back into a corner with surprising speed and power, crushing Leo behind his 455 pounds. Leo breaks the hold and Bruner takes a few steps forward, allowing his squashed victim to slide down the turnbuckles.

 

“And just like that,” King starts. “Bruner’s got a huge upper-hand.”

 

“Leo’s slumped in the corner… and Bruner rushes in there… a knee to the face!”

 

The hard knee sends Leo’s head back between the ropes. He slumps down even further, probably on purpose, and ends up on the canvas, half his body on the apron. His attempts to escape are futile. Bruner heads to his corner and tags Nunez. Nunez’s aggression is evident right away. He remains on the apron and runs across it, jumping off a few feet before reaching Leo, dropping a fist into his skull on the way. Leo rolls out from under the ropes and further into the ring. He grabs his head with both hands, writhing on the ground in obvious pain.

 

“Nunez took it to Leo right away,” Mak says. “And you could expect nothing less from this cutthroat competitor. He’s as tough as they come.”

 

“Luke is calling for his brother, but I’m sure the pain is the only thing on Leo’s mind right now. That fist was right on point, and it had a lot of downward momentum behind it.”

 

Nunez is in the ring now, on his feet. He grabs Leo and pulls him to his feet. Leo’s not allowed up for long. Nunez takes him down with a snap suplex that puts Leo into another wave of pain. Leo struggles to his feet, but Nunez is there to catch him. Nunez hoists him into a fireman’s carry, making sure to face the Breslins’ corner. Luke watches on with helpless eyes as Nunez swings Leo’s legs off the shoulders. Leo drops down, Nunez catching his head in a front facelock and driving it into the canvas.

 

“SLOTH!” King hollers.

 

“How can you remember which is which?”

 

“When you’re me, and you see someone as badass as S.I.N. week in and week out, you just remember, Mak.”

 

Nunez locks eyes with Leo. His malevolent gaze is only broken because of his retreat to his corner. Bruner gets the tag and steps over the ropes. He walks over to Leo and pulls him off the canvas. Leo is lifted up again, this time in a military press. Bruner lifts Leo up and down over his head. Sir Marvelous lets out a cackle from outside the ring, audible only because the wind has been taken out of the crowd’s proverbial sails. He watches on as his giant bully mocks Luke, locking eyes with him before dropping his brother nearly eight feet onto the canvas.

 

“Leo lands on his face and chest,” Mak says. “He even bounced a bit. Ouch…”

 

“Bruner drops down for the pin. Put this lopsided match in the books, folks.”

 

ONE! TWO! TH—Leo gets a shoulder up from underneath Bruner. The crowd lets out a short-lived burst. Bruner is quick to pull Leo to his feet for more mistreatment. Leo stands, stunned, barely able to find his feet. He turns and begins a stumble towards his corner, but Bruner’s momentum off the ropes catches him halfway. The diving lariat has tremendous power behind it. It’s enough to send Leo down onto his shoulder blades, flipping him over so he ends up on his stomach. Bruner walks deliberately to his corner and slaps his partner’s hand enthusiastically.

 

“Nunez is quick into the ring,” Mak starts. “And he takes a few strides towards Leo, jumping up and dropping a leg across the back of the neck!”

 

“Leo’s getting raped in there,” King says.

 

“Keep your hands above the table, King.”

 

“Nunez bringing him back up for more… sending him into the corner this time.”

 

With Leo lodged in the corner, Nunez hurries to the other side of the ring. He runs towards Leo, leaping before he gets to him and hitting him with a full-momentum clothesline. Leo immediately falls down onto his ass, sitting against the bottom turnbuckle. Nunez cracks a smile, knowing that anymore clotheslines are unnecessary to finish his maneuver. With Gluttony in the books, Nunez grabs Leo’s head and pulls him to his feet. He then makes the tag to Bruner.

 

“Big man’s heading to the same corner Nunez just catapulted himself from,” Mak says.

 

“Here he comes!”

 

“Leo drops! Bruner splashes into the turnbuckle. That couldn’t have felt good on his chest!”

 

“Was that an intentional dodge?”

 

“Maybe, maybe not.”

 

Regardless, Bruner finds himself reeling backwards away from the corner. Leo uses a set of adjacent ropes to pull himself out of the corner and onto his feet. Bruner sees this and quickly rushes towards Leo. He offers another splash, but his low momentum is enough for Leo to counter with a back elbow. Bruner gets another elbow for his troubles. Back towards the center of the ring, Leo sends a boot into Bruner’s gut. Bruner catches it. Leo is savvy in such a situation, quick to jump off his other foot and send his boot into Bruner’s skull with an enziguiri.

 

“Bruner’s down! Now that was a connection!” Mak exclaims.

 

“It definitely rattled his cage. He’s looking for his corner… got it in his sights…”

 

“Leo’s making his move, too! The crowd wants Luke! They’ve got him! Double tag! Here comes Nunez, too!”

 

Luke and Sammy meet in the middle of the ring, exchanging punches back and forth. Neither man falters. After nearly a dozen combined punches, Nunez delivers one that knocks Luke off balance enough to allow a boot to sneak into his ribs. Luke is vulnerable in his bent position, and Nunez is quick to take advantage, sticking Luke’s head between his thighs. The hot crowd quiets a bit after the boxing exchange. They wait with bated breath while Nunez attempts to hoist Luke up for a powerbomb. Luke is sure to keep his feet cemented to the ground, however.

 

“Nunez looks frustrated,” Mak says, “and with good reason. Luke’s not giving in that easily… as he stands himself up, his hands on Nunez’s calves to keep him from falling off… and… down goes Nunez, Alabama Slam!”

 

“Bruner didn’t like that… and here he comes!”

 

Luke stands and catches the approaching big man. Bruner finds himself lifted off his feet when he meets Luke. Luke sends Bruner to the ground with a spinebuster that propels the loud crowd into an even louder frenzy.

 

“Luke just took Bruner down! I didn’t think Bruner would leave his feet tonight unless he wanted to!”

 

“I didn’t think The Breslins would still be breathing. Surprises for us both tonight…”

 

Luke clambers to his feet at the same time as the legal man, Sammy Nunez. Nunez is a bit dazed, but able to catch the approaching Luke in a shoulder-and-elbow tie up. The two men jockey for position for about half a minute, trying to overpower one another in the middle of the ring. Sexton Hardcastle focuses on getting Bruner into his corner. Luke gets an arm away from the tie up and brings one of Sammy’s with him, twisting it with an arm wrench. Nunez’s face contorts with the pain, but Luke soon relents by whipping him into the corner with the same arm.

 

“Luke’s rushing in after him… clothesline! Luke’s legs go between the ropes, and that stiff arm practically went through Nunez!” Mak explains.

 

“Where’s Luke going?”

 

“He’s crawling out onto the apron, and… climbing the turnbuckle.”

 

Luke allows Nunez to take a couple of steps out of the corner, but is quick to pull him back once in his position sitting on the top turnbuckle. Luke’s feet are squared on the second adjacent ropes. He wraps an arm around Nunez’s neck and jumps forward, bringing Nunez forward and down with a long, strong bulldog.

 

“Nunez just got his face smashed, and the crowd loved it!” Mak yells.

 

“Luke going for a smart cover here,” King comments. “One… two… Nunez is out! Good try though, Bres…”

 

Luke lifts Nunez off the ground immediately after the pin attempt. He whips Nunez into the ropes, and catches him on the return with a snap powerslam that smacks Nunez’s spine into the canvas. He remains on top of him. ONE! TWO! THR—the quicker pin is not enough to keep Nunez down for three. The tough opponent warrants a tag in the Breslin corner. A recovered Leo steps into the ring to take a run at Nunez.

 

“A boot to Sammy’s gut,” King says, “and Leo is driving his knees into his face. He’s holding the head in place and just… knee after knee. That’s brutal, for a Breslin.”

 

“These Breslins are tough competitors. They’ll pull out what they need to get the job done.”

 

Leo hits Nunez with the fourth knee. Nunez drops to his knees in relief. Being the fighter he is, there’s no choice but to get back up. He tries standing, but the beating endured to his head forces him to pause, bent over with his hands on his knees. In the meantime Leo bounces off the ropes and hops up at just the right time, dropping one leg only inches in front of Nunez’s head, allowing the other leg to drop with a devastating scissors kick that takes Nunez off his feet for good.

 

“A nice sequence from Leo there to take Nunez off his feet,” Mak says. “And Leo’s heading to the ropes… catapults off the second rope and… Nunez rolls out of the way!”

 

“Too bad Leo was only going for a fist drop. He didn’t land too awkwardly.”

 

With Nunez bumbling to his feet, Leo gets himself back to his feet and connects with Nunez. The two men tie up, but only for a few seconds before Nunez breaks it with a knee to the gut. He whips Leo across the ring and bends, waiting for Leo to return so he can lift him up and over. Leo stops short of Nunez, however, able to control his momentum. He takes advantage of Nunez’s position, pulling him down and rolling him a bit into a small package pin.

 

“Out of nowhere! ONE!” Mak yells. “TWO! TH—!”

 

“It was quick and unexpected, but dumb to think that you can dispose of S.I.N. like that.”

 

With the small package undone, both men get to their feet at the same speed. Nunez manages to strike first with a shot to the gut. He squeezes Leo into the same powerbomb position Luke was in earlier. Leo takes the ride to the shoulders much more willingly. His plan comes together perfectly as he cuts the powerbomb off at just the right moment, falling backwards at the apex of Sammy’s move. Leo flips him with a headscissors takeover. Nunez’s bouncing legs are caught and held onto for the tight pin.

 

“Leo’s got him again! ONE! TWO! THREE—NO! Closer that time, but still not enough!” Mak says excitedly.

 

“Nunez better figure something out, and quick.”

 

“Leo’s intuitive nature is allowing him to out-maneuver Nunez.”

 

Nunez’s escape from the pin sends Leo rolling. The older Breslin takes a quick survey of the situation and decides to tag his brother into the match. Luke exchanges some words with Leo, who nods in approval. Nunez soon finds himself in The Breslins’ corner after an Irish whip from Luke. Luke moves three-quarters of the way to the opposite corner, just out of Bruner’s vice-like grip. He runs towards Nunez and squares his shoulder into his ribs with a strong spear that pulls a loud cheer from the crowd. Luke pulls Nunez out of the corner a bit and turns him around. He lifts him up, but instead of completing the back suplex, Luke sits him on the top turnbuckle. Leo helps by locking the leg and completing the tree of woe.

 

“This is bad for SIN,” Mak says. “Very bad indeed…”

 

“You must have been doing this for years, Mak. Another keen observation…”

 

“Luke creates the same distance from Nunez again and… running… knee to the gut!”

 

“You can tell Nunez wants to fall out of this tree, but Leo’s got him held.”

 

Sexton gives a word of warning to Leo, who immediately releases his hold on Sammy’s leg. Luke pulls Nunez out of the upside-down position and once again has him sitting on the top turnbuckle, back facing the ring. Luke turns around, ready to get his hands under Nunez’s arms and deliver a crucifix powerbomb. Instead, Tracey Bruner’s mad rush across the ring delivers, and Luke gets crushed into the corner by an unexpected splash. The impact on the corner nearly knocks Nunez off, but Bruner’s free arms actually manage to steady him. Bruner is quick to send a fist into Leo’s face before he has time to react. Leo falls onto the apron and rolls onto the outside mat.

 

“Bruner knows when his partner needs help, and he’s there with the save,” King says.

 

“Luke really had the right idea with that plan, and it seems Bruner did know it. Now Sexton Hardcastle has the unenviable task of sending Bruner back to his corner.”

 

The odd positioning of Nunez and Luke begins to unfold. Luke stumbles forward, obviously out-of-whack after the 455-pound crushing. Nunez comes to in a strange location. He turns himself around on the top turnbuckle. He surveys the scene. As Luke stumbles forward, he becomes aware again of Nunez. He turns, but just in time to receive a dropkick to the chest from the second turnbuckle. Luke is sent onto his back, but able to come to quick enough to prevent a pin attempt. Nunez gets to his feet slower than usual.

 

“Nunez takes advantage of Bruner’s run-in, and… bringing Luke up with a powerslam—no, swirling him around and… swinging DDT!”

 

“That was SLOTH, Mak! Why am I not paid more than you?”

 

“There was nothing sloth-like about that.”

 

“I bet Luke will be sloth-like the rest of the match.”

 

“This match might be over! ONE! TWO! THR—Luke gets out! Nunez isn’t happy.”

 

Nunez takes his frustration to his corner, where an eager Bruner is ready for a legal return to the match. He lumbers towards Luke and stands over him, watching his opponent. Luke only gets to all fours before Bruner pulls him up. He lets Luke stand on his own before clamping a huge hand around his throat. Luke’s eyes bulge open as the life is choked out of him for a few seconds. He glares into the inert sunglasses that still somehow show ill will. Bruner lifts him high off the mat and holds him in the air for a couple of seconds before sending him crashing to the ground. Luke lies lifeless. Bruner drops on top of him for the cover.

 

“ONE! TWO! THREE! WHAT THE HELL!?”

 

“Leo, slingshot leg drop, right over Bruner, just in time to interrupt the count! An eye for an eye, that’s what Leo just proved!”

 

“Luke wasn’t about to win the match when Bruner splashed him. This is completely different!”

 

“Bruner also clocked Leo for no good reason, and—”

 

“Here comes Sir Marvelous to talk some sense into Sexton Hardcastle. Someone needs to.”

 

With Sir Marvelous on the apron, Sexton finds himself entangled in a debate with him instead of removing Leo from the ring. Sammy Nunez enters the ring and rushes towards Leo. The sprightly Breslin drops before Nunez gets to him, tripping him up with a drop toe hold that ends up sending Nunez’s head into the ribs of the recovering Tracey Bruner. The crowd lets out thunderous approval for Leo’s offense. Leo ignores it, instead returning to his corner as Sir Marvelous relents, realizing his distraction has backfired.

 

“No, what?!” King asks, flabbergasted. “Leo’s caused all this trouble, Sexton! Discipline him!”

 

“Sexton only knows what he sees. And this time, that’s working to the Breslins’ advantage.”

 

Seeing Nunez in the ring, Sexton is quick to push him towards his corner. Leo reenters the ring, pulling Bruner the rest of the way to his feet and tucking his head under an arm in a reverse DDT position. Leo, forced onto his toes due to Bruner’s height, points out to the crowd with his free hand and quickly spins himself and Bruner around, turning the reverse DDT into a cutter with a suddenness that brings the crowd to a raucous climax. Leo returns to the apron just as Sexton settles Nunez back into his corner. All he sees is Luke draping a tired arm over Bruner’s wide chest.

 

“Gold Rush! ONE!” Mak begins. “TWO! THREE!”

 

“HA! NO! Bruner kicked out!”

 

“Luke didn’t have enough weight on top of the big man for that pin to seal the deal. But boy, has Leo ever gotten the crowd back into this!?”

 

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Mak. The match isn’t over yet, and Bruner just proved it in an impressive fashion.”

 

“This match almost ended in the same way as The Breslins’ win over TKO, except that the brothers were in opposite positions.”

 

“Well, it didn’t end. NYC is no TKO. They’re brutal from a different breed.”

 

Luke rolls off Bruner, bringing his arm with him. A few more rolls bring him to the corner, where Leo enters the ring legally and moves towards Bruner. The big man is already on his way to his feet, but Leo helps him. Once on his feet, Bruner stumbles a bit. Leo stays out of his reach and instead opts to climb onto the apron. Leo watches Bruner meander about the ring, looking for his corner in a still dazed state. With the right logistics in place, Leo hops up and springboards off the top rope again, this time catching Bruner’s neck on the way down, pulling his head onto the canvas with a hard DDT.

 

“Springboard DDT!” Mak yells. “And if Bruner’s lights weren’t out before, they sure are now.”

 

“This kid knows how to springboard, for Christ’s sake…”

 

“And it’s always effective and right on-target!”

 

“I was being more sarcastic, but whatever.”

 

Leo rolls Bruner over and drapes himself atop the large man. ONE! Sexton’s hand smacks against the canvas. TWO! The crowd, hot after Leo’s impressive move set, grows more excited. THRE—Bruner manages to lift a shoulder, a far cry from the long toss of Leo earlier in the match from the same position. Leo pulls himself off Bruner and rests on his knees, his hands on his thighs, and he shakes his head.

 

“Looks like Leo is starting to realize that he can’t pin ‘Big Bully’ Bruner,” King mocks. “I’m sure he’ll give the belts to NYC any minute now…”

 

“Luke has a different idea. He’s calling for his brother.”

 

“We saw what happened last time one of Luke’s ideas went into motion. He got crushed!”

 

The Breslins’ small talk is short. Leo nods again, but instead of tagging in his brother, he turns and returns to Bruner. The big man is pulled up and whipped into his opponents’ corner. Leo backs up. Once near the center of the ring, he rushes towards a set of the ropes adjacent to Bruner and hops onto the second one, bouncing off it and sending his legs towards Bruner. The springboard dropkick connects with Bruner’s head, and the big man stumbles forward. Leo is quick to his feet. He uses Bruner’s forward motion to flip him with an awkward snapmare. Bruner’s sitting position doesn’t last long. Leo drops and delivers another dropkick, this time to the back of Bruner’s head. He shoots forward and then backwards, finding himself on his back.

 

“The Breslins are dismantling Bruner!” Mak exclaims.

 

“Keep your hands above the table, Mak.”

 

“What?”

 

“I know you’ve got a Breslin bone.”

 

Leo stands up quickly again and immediately moves to his corner. He hops onto the second turnbuckle and flips himself up and over with a moonsault that connects directly over Bruner. More quickness helps Leo onto the top turnbuckle. He jumps again, this time from a greater height, connecting with more speed and impact. Leo jumps off Bruner again, this time ignoring the turnbuckle and tagging his brother. Luke climbs the turnbuckles from the outside. He takes aim and is flying in a flash. The headbutt connects with Bruner’s head.

 

“Luke really nailed that one! It might be the… nail in the coffin!”

 

“You make me sick.”

 

“He gets a good pin, leg hooked. ONE! TWO! THREE! Damnit, Nunez! He breaks up the count. Luke had him!”

 

“No he didn’t. Nunez was just making sure.”

 

Luke jumps off Bruner and takes the fight to Nunez, delivering fist after fist to his face and midsection. The crowd reacts accordingly, happy that Nunez is getting his clock rung. Unfortunately, the hot-headed reaction from Luke allows Bruner to come to enough to sit up. Sexton is able to pull Luke away and hold him back. Bruner gets onto all fours. Luke escapes from Sexton’s weak interference and connects his fist to Nunez’s head a few more time. Bruner is on his feet. He turns and watches Leo Breslin slingshot off the top rope from the apron once again. Leo’s attempted cross body block fails. Bruner catches him in a powerslam position. Rather than exerting too much energy, Bruner simply drops down and crushes Leo under his 455-pound frame.

 

“That shaking of the ring seems to have alerted Luke,” Mak notices. “He’s relented on Nunez, who stays retreated in his corner.”

 

“And Luke and Sexton both turn around to this carnage! Awesome!”

 

Bruner is back to his feet by this time. Luke rushes at him, determined to help his brother. A big boot to the face halts him in his tracks, and he falls to the mat in a crumpled mess. Bruner takes note of the beating his partner just endures, so he goes on alone, focusing on the legal man. Luke tries to move away from Bruner, but it’s of no use. He finds himself pulled to his feet, his neck wrapped by both of Bruner’s hands. The Big Bully hoists Luke off his feet, holding him above his head in a double chokehold. Luke’s legs flail uselessly while his hands try to release the grip around his throat. Bruner turns his head and takes note of Leo, who’s starting to make his way to his feet after being slammed under Bruner’s weight.

 

“Bruner’s moving towards Leo, still holding Luke, what’s he… OH MY GOD!” Mak yells.

 

“Luke was just tossed like yesterday’s garbage… tossed right into his bumbling brother!”

 

“The collision sends Leo between the ropes and tumbling to the outside. Luke is on the canvas in a mess, trying to catch his breath still.”

 

“The Breslins are getting tossed around now. I’m finally enjoying myself. Bruner has arrived!”

 

Mister Bruner turns away from the mess he made and gets to his corner. Nunez takes the tag and enters the ring, honing in on Luke and pulling off the ground. Sir Marvelous has his arms and head under the bottom rope. He screams for the end. Nunez obliges, holding Luke by the shoulders and glaring into his eyes. “WHO YOU?!” He antagonizes. “WHO YOU?!” He slaps Luke across the face disrespectfully, then turns around drops down, grabbing Luke by the back of the neck and bringing him along for the ride. Luke’s face smashes into Nunez’s shoulder.

 

“7 DEADLY SINS!” Mak screams.

 

“You remember that one.”

 

“Who couldn’t? He really combines all the worst of man into that one move. It’s so… swift and vicious.”

 

“Nunez… to his feet? Pin him!”

 

“No, no… Sir Marvelous has other plans.”

 

The loud manager shouts to his henchmen. “Make him suffer! Get them back, Mister Bruner!” he yells in a cackling voice. Nunez tags his massive partner and then returns to Luke, pulling him into just the right position while Bruner slowly ascends the turnbuckles. Nunez moves to the apron and watches his partner with an anticipative smile on his face. He ignores the fact that Sir Marvelous no longer shouts. Leo turns him around and delivers a short-arm clothesline that takes him down. The quick Breslin hops onto the apron and takes out one of Bruner’s feet, enough to knock the big man completely off balance and hang him up to dry, his legs split over either side of the turnbuckle.

 

“Bruner’s been split! His boys are aching!” Mak yells.

 

“You’ve gone and done it, Leo!”

 

Nunez climbs into the ring from the other side of the NYC corner and runs at Leo. He manages to duck Sammy’s attack and send a shoulder into his midsection between two ropes. His breath taken away, Nunez is stunned for a moment, allowing Leo to step into the ring. He’s quick to aim, and hits the target right on the chin. His superkick requires a full extension to reach all the way up to Nunez’s chin. Nunez is sent onto his back with a heavy thud.

 

“Big superkick! Lights out!” Mak yells.

 

“He’s not legal, ref! Do something!”

 

“Poor Sexton Hardcastle has tried his best. He can’t hold these men back any longer. NYC started the bleeding, for the record.

 

Bruner has unglued himself from the top turnbuckle and begins his descent back into the ring. He receives the same superkick Nunez just took, but this one only reaches the chest of the Big Bully. It sends Bruner into the corner. Sexton looks intent on finally stepping in, but Sir Marvelous foolishly jumps onto the apron, not knowing Nunez is down and Bruner is cornered. Sir Marvelous distracts Sexton just long enough. Leo quickly pulls Bruner out of the corner just enough for him to squeeze in. Leo bends the big man over and hooks both arms above his back. Bruner is locked in a precarious position, and Leo is rapid in his movements. He hops backwards onto the second turnbuckle, then takes another short hop and drops his knees onto the back of Bruner’s shoulders. The big man is shoved down by Leo’s weight. His arms are unable to absorb any of the impact. A massive face plant effectively knocks Bruner out. Leo rolls to the outside.

 

“Luke is back on his feet. He’s got Bruner’s leg, pulling him out a couple of feet from the corner and… down, hooks the leg…” Mak trails off.

 

“This is ridiculous! Sexton Hardcastle needs to face a jury for this!”

 

“ONE! TWO! THREE! They did it! The Breslins warded off NYC!”

 

*DING DING DING*

 

“That little runt, Leo!”

 

“The winners of this match,” Funyon begins, “and STILL the SWF Tag Team Champions… Luke and Leo… THEEEE BREEEESSSSSLLLIIIIINNNSS!” The crowd roars with excitement.

 

“These brothers are the masters of assists. Leo pulls out the win for his brother here, much like Luke did for him at Genesis. What can’t The Breslins overcome?!”

 

“The backlash of this ridiculous match. NYC won’t take this lying down!”

 

“It looks like they are now,” Mak quips.

 

Luke leaves the ring and finds his brother. They make their way towards the announcers’ table and take their belts. They hold the straps high in the air. Their weariness is evident, and they both walk with much less energy than when they entered the arena. But their smiles are large and genuine, and their pride evident.

 

“What an awesome main event to follow up Genesis. Another great All Hallows. We’ll see you soon, fans!”

 

Luke and Leo back up the ramp with their titles, NYC recovering in the ring with the help of Sir Marvelous. Tracey Bruner’s busted sunglasses let us see the disgust in his eyes. No words are necessary to communicate his anger and need for revenge. The scene fades…