Post by Eden on Aug 2, 2020 14:47:20 GMT -5
The scene comes up outside of the Sanatorium and it is dark outside. The sky is pitch black. You can see the green grass from the reflection up on the roof of the Sanatorium. Edwards is seen walking alongside the steel fence and rubbing his open palm upon it. He backs away from it and looks down at the ground. He's wearing a denim vest, jeans, and boots. He then lifts his head and looks at the camera.
【 JONATHAN EDWARDS】
Who do you think you are, Tora? You're a champion, and yet you're bitching about that belt, and what it represents. When I heard that, I kept my mouth shut and let it play out. But then I realized that I couldn't do that anymore. Tora, I think you need to understand what the Demolition Championship is really about.
He puts his hands together as his eyes remain on the camera. He gently raises his eyebrow and continues.
【 JONATHAN EDWARDS】
But I can do you a favor, Tora. How about you and I face each other, and you put that Demolition Championship on the line. But I'll make sure you have the advantage. You get to pick the stipulation on the match. I mean, think about it, you have all the cards in your hands and I'm giving you basically an ace in the hole. So all you have to do is either accept it or decline it. But if you decline then you're a coward. But that is just one man's option. I await your answer.
He walks away as the scene fades to black.
Distant guitars reverb, a woman's voice cutting out in static--
♪ ...when you feel that rage, when you feel that--
The dripping back alleys of Serenity, California at night set our scene. A green glow guides us, trailing through puddle reflections and shadows cast around corners.
when you feel that rage--
We turn a corner and the shot opens up, to show a hulking building with a glowing green logo--
♪ We’re the underdogs roaming in the dark ♪
The face of Kiera Katharsies appears on our screen, cast in that same glow.
♪ We’re the savages born from worlds apart ♪
Abby Evans and Chucky Ross stand back to back, arms crossed, looking over their shoulders at the camera.
♪ Our past has shown just how we bleed ♪
Fast clips of Christy Winters' and Sin's heinous feud, both women gashing each other open.
♪ A blind future in front of me ♪
Jacob Knight and V at war over the fate of Sanatorium.
♪ Lost and fractured to the point of break ♪
Mara Soverna wrenches the Crack Fiend's shoulder savagely.
♪ So come and play with that rage, that rage ♪
Jonathan Edwards shows his tattooed fists to the camera-- STAY DOWN.
♪ Light a match and reignite the flames, the flames ♪
Gary Black and Phantom loom in the dark, candles illuminating their faces.
♪ This ain’t the end, we’re here to stay ♪
Gabe Reno spreads his arms wide, daring all comers. Tora Nishida lifts the Demolition Championship high.
♪ We rush into the unknown, fearless and brave ♪
Deacon Thomas wrenches an unseen opponent in the Troublemaker submission. John Blade hits the Razor's Edge.
♪ So don’t throw it away, that rage ♪
Mya Denton wraps someone in the Demented hold, screaming in intensity. Zach looms in the dark, mask ghoulish in the shadows.
♪ Won’t stop until sweet victory! ♪
Elijah Copeland shouts and the logo explodes, bringing us to--
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
The following match is a TAG TEAM bout and is for ONE FALL...
As 'Smells Like A Freak Show' by Avatar begins to play, spotlights start turning on throughout the arena. Then as the song reaches a crescendo, all the lights in the arena go out. But the song continues playing while this going on. But then a voice can heard through the darkness saying..
MYSTERIOUS VOICE
Who's ready for some fun?
Then the lights kick back on and sitting in the middle of the ring cross-legged is the one and only "The Soulless Jester" Chucky Ross and he's holding The Jester's Stick. Then the announcer attempts to do the introduction, he stands up and snatches the microphone away from them.
THE SOULLESS JESTER | CHUCKY ROSS
Allow me to do that...
I am "The Soulless Jester" Chucky Ross and I weigh in tonight at a glorious one hundred seventy five pounds and hail from The Order Compound. Tonight we are going to see me drop some poor loser with The Joke's On You. So please stay tuned for that and now back to your regularly scheduled talking.
Then he shoves the microphone into the announcer's chest and then goes and sits in one of the corners like Raven and awaits his partner and opponents.
RING ANNOUNCER | RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
And his partner...
'Invincible' by Machine Gun Kelly featuring Ester Dean hits the speakers and John Blade runs out.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
Weighing in at two hundred fifty one pounds, he hails from Boston, Massachusetts... he is JOHN BLADE!
Blade jogs to the ring, high-fiving fans as he goes.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
One thing you can say for Blade, his spirit is never deterred.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
I'm not sure what else you can say for John Blade.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
You're such a pessimist.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
That's why you love me!
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
And their opponents...
'Through The Valley' by Shawn James comes over the speakers. Zach comes like leatherface and chainsaw the screen and his name appears on it.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
Hailing from the USA, weighing two hundred forty pounds, he is ZACH!
The lights in the arena go pitch black. Then a video begins to play on the Tron that displays dark clouds with rumbles coming from them. Soon thunder strikes from the clouds to the ground as by 0:05 'No One Will Survive' by CFO$ plays throughout the arena.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
And his partner...
♪ NO ONE WILL SURVIVE! ♪
The lights come back on as Tora Nishida walks out with the tron displaying his name, along with clips of wrestlers that he has decimated in the ring. He looks at the crowd for two minutes before walking down to the ring with boos from the fans.
♪ YEAH,
NO ONE WILL SURVIVE!
THERE'S NO ESCAPE NOW,
NO ONE WILL SURVIVE ♪
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
Weighing in at two hundred forty six pounds and hailing from Tokyo, Japan...
He enters the ring and hops on to the second rope near the corner and looks at the crowd. He closes his eyes and stretches his arms out as he takes in the boos from the fans.
♪ OBLITERATE,
ALL THAT WHO DEFY YOU
THERE'S NO ESCAPE NOW,
NO ONE WILL SURVIVE ♪
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
He is the Raiju of Sanatorium and the Demolition Champion... TORA NISHIDA!
He gets down and heads over to the ropes as he throws up his left hand and does a "shaka sign' hand gesture with a slight smirk on his face before it instantly changes to a blank look on his face. He slowly did a Throat-Slitting Gesture while his hand was still in shaka sign.
♪ SEPARATE,
FROM THE HELL THAT GUIDES YOU
THERE'S NO ESCAPE NOW,
NO ONE WILL SURVIVE ♪
The referee walks the men to their respective corners and checks for weapons. This tag team match starts off hot, as Chucky Ross and Zach start us off with Zach going for a big lariat, but Chucky Ross counters it into an early backhand chop followed up with a big running knee. Zach goes down hard, and Ross pulls him up for a Pumphandle Neckbreaker, only for Zach to somehow manage to evade it! Zach tries for a suplex on Ross, but Ross overrotates and pumps a knee into the back of Ross’ head, nearly knocking him out cold on the first blow before following up with another knee that sends Zach skittering to a stop!
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Ooof! I was about to say we were starting off pretty back-and-forth at breakneck pace, but Ross just took a definite lead there!
Ross pulls Zach into place, before going up to the top rope and hitting a big Swanton Bomb! He falls back into a cover on Zach!
ONE!
TW-NO! ZACH KICKS OUT!
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Not quite getting it done there, but I don't think finishing the match was the point so much as showing he could get a pin attempt off that early.
Ross throws Zach into Nishida’s corner, and demands his partner tag in. Nishida shrugs, before tagging in-- but John Blade steals a tag off of Ross! Ross looks furious, but exits the ring as Tora Nishida sizes up John Blade. Blade looks for a Fireman’s Carry early, but Nishida’s able to quickly counter it with repeated elbows to his head. Nishida nearly takes Blade’s head off with a roundhouse kick, but as he pulls Blade up for a Uranage, Blade manages to counter and drag him down! Blade gets another Fireman’s Carry, but Nishida pushes off, shoving Blade-- BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX! Nishida slams Blade into the canvas, and pulls him up, driving his foot into Blade’s chest repeatedly, shoot kicking the living hell out of him! He backs up for a running knee-AND FLATTENS JOHN BLADE!
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Nishida is taking the lead in turn, showing up Ross' early advantage by taking it out on his partner!
He covers!
ONE!
TWO!!
TH-NO! BLADE KICKS OUT!
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
A lot closer to a pin on Nishida's account there.
Nishida throws Blade back into his own corner, and gets a running kick on him, but Chucky Ross tags in off of Blade’s shoulder and begins bringing it to Nishida! Both men trade shots back and forth, exchanging rougher and rougher blows before Ross catches Nishida with a surprising Complete Shot! Nishida looks rocked, and Ross goes for the Demonic Uprising, but Nishida manages to counter and shove Ross off-- PUMP KNEE! URANAGE! Ross crashes to the canvas, and Nishida goes high, looking for a double foot stomp, but Ross rolls out of the way!
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Now we're cooking with gas! Both dominant members in the ring at the same time, and Ross is looking to show he can hang with the Demolition Champ!
Ross looks like he might be a bit loopy from that pump knee, and he swings for an overhead kick, but as Nishida ducks it-- ROSS NAILS HIM WITH A HEADBUTT! Nishida crashes hard to the canvas, and Ross covers!
ONE!
TW-NO! NISHIDA KICKS OUT!
The Demolition Champion survives as he manages to counter Ross’s attempts to pull him up into an armdrag, before mounting Ross and blasting him with repeated knee strikes to the face! He grabs Ross and drags him up, throwing him into the corner and trying for another Big Boot, but as Nishida runs for it, Ross ducks out of the way and Nishida crashes into the corner!
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
And you can go from rallying back to the disadvantage just that quick!
Zach tags in off of Nishida, and rushes Ross, but Ross is quick-- a kick to the knee, to the midsection, to the upper arm, and to the head! Zach falls to a knee, and Ross backs up, before getting a double underhook on Zach-- DEMONIC UPRISING! He plants Zach, and covers!
ONE!
TWO!!
THRE-NO! ZACH KICKS OUT!
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
What an opening bout!
Ross drags Zach up to his feet, and slaps Zach across the chest, before looking for his Mission Statement 2k19, but John Blade tags in off of Chucky Ross! Ross goes apeshit, and NAILS Blade with a massive backfist, stunning him and immediately tagging himself back in. He rushes Zach, but Zach somehow manages to get Ross up with a big Uranage! Zach plants Ross, but as he goes for the cover, Ross blasts him with a knee strike! Ross takes a mounted position on Zach’s back, and drives his knee into the back of Zach’s neck repeatedly, trying to seemingly decapitate him internally, before leaving a limp Zach standing!
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
That was so brutal I might just be in love.
He goes to the middle rope, and leaps-DEMONIC DESENSITIZATION! Ross covers Zach as Nishida watches on, unamused.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
John Blade tries to hold Chucky’s hand up, but Chucky grabs his jester stick and NAILS John with a rough shot to the head. He spots the timekeeper holding Nishida’s Demolition Championship, and demands it, but Nishida takes it from him.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
It looks like Tora has another competitor hungry for his title belt--
Nishida enters the ring, and the two have a staredown, before--
♪ Well you can tell everyone I'm a down disgrace
Drag my name all over the place
I don't care anymore
You can tell everybody 'bout the state I'm in
You won't catch me crying 'cause I just can't win
I don't care anymore
I don't care anymore ♪
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Edwards has something to say about that!
Jonathan Edwards emerges from backstage, rushing to the ring as Nishida and Ross look to him, and all three men have a staredown as Edwards enters-- BEFORE ROSS GOES FOR A SWING ON NISHIDA AND EDWARDS GOES FOR A SWING ON ROSS! Edwards and Ross exchange brutal forearms as Nishida goes down, but rolls with his championship to the outside of the ring! Both Edwards and Ross beat the shit out of each other for a good few seconds, before both hit the ropes and go for simultaneous knee strikes-- AND BOTH GET KNOCKED DOWN! We see Nishida walking up the ramp with his championship on his shoulder, as both Ross and Edwards notice they’re the only men left in the ring, and stare at Nishida as he walks backwards with a sneer on his face…
WINNERS: CHUCKY ROSS & JOHN BLADE
The cameras go inside the cell room where a man with a hoodie up across his nose and mouth. Aaron was sitting on his bed, looking at the cameras. It was the new member of the Sanatorium roster, The Insanity Aaron Jones. He smirks inside of his face hoodie, already dressed to compete in the ring for the first time. He begins to speak.
AARON JONES
What an infectious place this is. Full of idiots who have always wanted to be professional wrestlers for years and have years experience in the sport. I never even heard of wrestling, until the deal was offered to me to find a way to deal with my anger constructively. I won't be one of these plague wrestlers who would die to get a title match. I came to wrestle because it was the only solution the prison could give to me.
Aaron grunts, not looking forward to having to wrestle, but he wasn't given a choice in the matter. He was shaking his head, not wanting to be here.
AARON JONES
People like Mya certainly make me sick, doing crime, but wants to wrestle for her daughter. If you cared about your daughter, you'd be strong enough to ignore the stupid voices you have in your head and take care of her. You are a piss poor excuse for a parent, even more so for your wrestling abilities. I laughed when you debuted two Sanatorium shows ago when you lost in your debut to Christy because you respected her. Respect doesn't get you anywhere in the world. In the real world, you don't fight for respect or honour; you fight for yourself and enjoy beating the living shit out of people around you.
Aaron rocks backwards and forwards inside of his cell room, showing no signs of respect or pride towards other people he will be facing in his time here.
AARON JONES
It's unfortunate for Mya who is so weak with herself that she has no chance of beating this insanity of a son of a bitch who will go out there and choke her out. I will win matches by any means necessary because we are wrestling for survival after all and if you don't fight for that, then what the fuck are you in the business for. All championship titles can be replaced. You don't need titles to know your the best wrestler in the world or that kind of crap. You go out there and win matches, simple as that, especially with the plague victim of Mya who will be beaten and bloodied by my own hands right about now.
Aaron received a knock on his cell door as he got up and the guards unlocked the doors for Aaron to go behind the curtain and wait to be called to the ring before the commentators discuss what Aaron mentioned and what his goals are.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
The following match is for one fall...
'Spit It Out' by Slipknot plays over the sounds system as Aaron Jones comes out wearing a blue and black mask across his nose and mouth from his coat, ignoring the fans as he turns his head to the cameras.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
Weighing in at two hundred five pounds and hailing from Dallas, Texas, he is THE INSANITY, AARON JONES!
He slides into the ring, before going on the turnbuckle and does a pose and people boo for him as he gets down from the turnbuckle, taking his coat off to drop it down to the floor and then sits behind a turnbuckle corner, waiting for his opponent to come out through the curtain.
'Pretty Little Psycho' by Porcelain Black comes on as Mya skips out to the stage and gives a small little wave, before skipping down to the ring.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
And his opponent... she hails from Chicago, Illinois, and weighs in at one hundred fifteen pounds, she is MYA DENTON!
Mya slides under the bottom rope and continues to skip inside the ring before she sits on the middle ropes, crossing her legs as she waits for her opponent.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
This will be something interesting. Jones versus Denton in what some will say, a mindfuck.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Mindfuck? Are you serious, Zant?
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Is there a problem, Modani?
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Nope! No problem.
The two are seen standing across each other and waiting in the corners. The ref looks at both competitors and then signals for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
The ref moves out of the way and the two circle each other. They lock up, but Aaron, who is bigger, is able to push her back, and she lands right on her ass. Her eyes look up at him and stands right back on up. Aaron doesn't even blink an eye. Mya stands up and charges at him, but in one swift move, he is able to take her down with a back elbow to her face. She drops to the mat and holds her face.
He picks her up and brings her to the corner and hits a series of knee strikes to her gut. She takes the shots, and he eventually stops. He grabs her arm and whips her to the other. He charges at her and goes for a running shoulder thrust, but she is able to get out of the way and he hits the pole.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Oh! That's going to hurt.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Glad I never was a wrestler. I wouldn't be able to handle it.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
You want to get in the ring with some of these crazies? I'm sure they'll welcome you with open arms.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Nope! Not going to happen.
Mya stands up and takes a breather. She knows she can't because she has to continue as she only has a small open window. She grabs him by the trunks and rams him back into the corner pole again. He slips through the middle ropes and lands on the outside. Mya gets on the side of the ring as Aaron stands up. She jumps in with a double ax handle but is quickly jabbed in the gut by Aaron. She hits the floor and holds her gut. Aaron then starts to hit a series of mudhole stomps into her and takes the shots as the ref starts to count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
I like this kid already. I believe that he possesses that "IT" factor.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
How can you say that? You're downgrading a former champion in Mya.
Aaron picks her up and whips her into the plexiglass, and her back hits it hard. She falls to the ground and begins to crawl away from Aaron. He followed her and picks her up. He whips her, but she counters, and he was whipped into steel steps hard. She shrugs it off as the ref is counting.
FOUR!
FIVE!
SIX!
Mya gets back into the ring as Aaron is seen getting up. He puts his hand on the steel steps to help him. He then gets up and gets in the ring. The match continues as we see Mya running in and hitting CRA CRA out of nowhere. She quickly covers.
ONE!
TWO!
THR--!
But the ref sees Aaron putting his foot on the bottom rope and forcing the stop to the count. Mya can't believe it as she thought she had this match won.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Awww....poor Mya. She thought she had this.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Why are you so hard on her? She's a great athlete.
Mya picks up Aaron and grabs him by the arm. She is about to whip him, but he doesn't budge. He whips her towards him and takes her down with a devastating clothesline that shakes her out of her boots. Aaron stands up and grabs her by the legs and puts it on the lower rope. He places his foot on her ankle and jumps up and lands right on her leg with such force.
He holds his arms up and starts to get cocky and arrogant. His back is turned, and Mya gets up slowly while her leg is limp. She hits a chop block to the back of his leg, and it drops him to his knees. She then rushes and goes for another Cra Cra, but he is able to duck. She turns around and gets kicked hard in the injured leg. He hits her with a standing Frankensteiner. He then locks in INSANITY CHOKE! Mya is fighting it but he wrenches in harder and she taps out.
DING! DING! DING!
WINNER: AARON JONES
The scene comes up inside of the cell of one Elijah Copeland. He's wearing a Copeland Era Black and Gold sleeveless shirt, blue denim loose-fitting jeans, a black dress shoes. He's sitting down on a nice comfy chair and leaning back against it as he grabs a glass of scotch on his side table. His eyes glance at the camera and begin to address Gabe Reno.
E L I J A H C O P E L A N D ⌐ golden standard ¬
You know, I came into this company to fight the toughest of the tough. Few weeks ago, I faced a loser who couldn't handle himself in the ring. But I can't say that same about Gabe Reno.
He takes a drink of his scotch and sets it down on his side table.
E L I J A H C O P E L A N D ⌐ golden standard ¬
Gabe, I know you want to fight Nikki but I'm sorry, you won't get it. You won't fight her as I don't believe that the WWH wants to have you as the poster boy for Sanatorium. When they want a poster boy, then they look at me, Elijah Copeland.
He puts his hands on the side of the chair and lifts himself off the chair. His eyes stay on the camera.
E L I J A H C O P E L A N D ⌐ golden standard ¬
Gabe, do you think you have a shot against me? I mean, look at me and look at you. You're not what people want to look up as Asylum Champion. Nah! when they look at a champion, they look at me. Tonight, I'm going to hurt you, and then send you packing. Tonight, your little fantasy about winning this tournament will be expired. Tonight, you're gonna crash and burn. After it's all said and done, I'm going to get to the finals, and I'm gonna win. I will face Nikki, and I will take her Asylum Championship.
He goes back and sits down on the chair and drinks his scotch as the scene gets back to the ring.
The camera pans around the Sanatorium battle zone. There were no lights or anything special going on. Just then 'Miseria Cantare' by AFI hits the speakers in the arena. The doors to the Sanatorium opens up.
♪ Love your hate, your faith lost, you are now one of us!
Love your hate, your faith lost, you are now one of us!
Love your hate, your faith lost, you are now one of us! ♪
Just then Elijah is seen coming through the open doors of the Sanatorium. He is seen wearing a black muscle shirt with "The Copeland Era" written on the front, black and gold trunks with Copeland written on the back in gold, black knee pads, black and gold boots, white wrapped up hand on his left hand, black wrist tape on his left, black dog tag with "Elijah Copeland" written in it, and a black sweatband up his arms with "Copeland" written in gold. He puts his wrist together and gets a huge smirk on his face. He looks around and nods.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
The following match is for one fall. Introducing first...
♪ Nothing, From nowhere, I am no one at all
Radiate, Recognize, One silent call
As we all form one dark flame
Incinerate. ♪
He starts walking down the aisle towards the ring. He gets towards the gates and we see a couple of orderlies opening it up for him. He gets ringside and walks towards the steps. He stops there for a few seconds.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
Weighing in at two hundred ten pounds, hailing from Lancaster, Pennsylvania...
♪ Nothing, From nowhere, I am no one at all
Radiate, Recognize, One silent call
As we all form one dark flame
As we all form one dark flame
As we all...♪
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
He is the GOLDEN STANDARD, ELIJAH COPELAND!
He slaps the steps a few times before walking up them. He walks alongside the edge of the ring. He enters it and walks towards the turnbuckle. He looks around at everything that is inside of this place and more. He takes off his dog tags and puts them in the corner. He then takes off his shirt and throws it to the ground. He waits patiently in the corner waiting for the opponent.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
And his opponent...
Darkness replaces the arena lights.
A golden spotlight shines on a hooded figure center stage.
The song "Golden Age" transitions,
with the simultaneous action of breaking the arms extended pose.
He flicks the hood off in a circle 360 jump toward the cameraman.
"I'M STILL HERE, BITCH!"
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
Weighing in at two hundred five pounds, hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada...
Reno hops onto the apron,
ascending the ropes with his middle finger waving at the crowd.
He soaks in the boos with his arms out again,
seemingly using it to power up before the bell.
Flipping into the ring he tosses his jacket at a ring hand with a smarmy smirk.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
HE IS GABE F'N RENO!
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Lots of back and forth talk between these two leading to this tournament match in the quarter finals. Reno certainly has a mouth on him, I just might be in love.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Elijah Copeland is loaded, I might be in love myself. Just think how many Louboutins that boy could buy.
Then the referee does the pre-match check to see they understand what the “rules” are and whatnot. Then Gabe tries to go in for a handshake to show sportsmanship. But as it appears Copeland is going to do it, he instead sticks his hands up and shouts,
E L I J A H C O P E L A N D ⌐ golden standard ¬
Elijah Copeland, Baby!
Then Gabe just shakes his head and starts to pace until Copeland is done. Then the referee signals for the bell. Then they lock up in a collar and elbow for a few moments to see who gets the first advantage.
Then Elijah manages to get the advantage first by first striking Gabe with multiple Shoot Kicks to his legs and rib cage. Then as Gabe tries to regain his breath, Elijah grabs Gabe and brings him to the mat with a Russian Legsweep but instead of letting go Elijah transitions into a Cross Armbar. Then the referee checks to see if Gabe gives in. Gabe looks at the referee and shouts,
GABE F'N RENO
Hell No!
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
That's my boy!
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Does he know he's your boy?
Then Gabe manages to get out of the Cross Armbar by getting up to a standing position and whips Elijah into the ropes and starts to do an athletic display of agility-based acumen before landing a High Dropkick onto Elijah. Then after a few moments, Gabe picks up Elijah in what appears to be a Pumphandle. But then as Gabe lifts him up for a move, Elijah rolls out and is now behind Gabe. Then Elijah gets a smirk across his face as he grabs ahold of Gabe’s waist and tosses him backwards with a Release German Suplex. Then as Gabe starts to move and gets up to one knee, Elijah runs at him and proceeds to land a Step-Up Axe Kick to Gabe. Then Gabe goes down as Elijah covers him and the referee goes down for the count…
ONE!
But Gabe kicks out at one and then Elijah gets up and gets in the referee’s face to indicate that it should have been a three count. Then as this is happening, Gabe begins to get up by using the ropes. Then Elijah sees and goes to attack Gabe but it is dodged and is met with a Pele Kick in return. Then Gabe starts to hype the crowd up as Elijah slowly starts to get up. Then Gabe starts to charge at Elijah, when Elijah suddenly and quickly hits him with a Superkick and then they both fall to the mat.
Then the referee starts a standing ten count…
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Come on, guys! Can't end like this! You can do it!
Elijah and Gabe start to stir as the referee continues the count…
SIX!
SEVEN!
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Attaboy!
Then both are up at the count of seven. Then they charge at each other and start wailing one each other. Until Elijah manages to sneak in a knee to the gut and then picks up Gabe and slams him onto his knee with Shin Breaker which is then quickly followed up with a Leg-Hook Saito Suplex. Then Elijah gets a smirk across his face as he goes to pick up Gabe but as he does, like a lightning bolt, Gabe quickly grabs Elijah and drops him with an Impact Drop-style Suplex. Then Gabe quickly kips us and hypes the crowd once more. Then he heads to the corner and seemingly pulls out a phone. Then after a few moments, Elijah has gotten up and sees that Gabe’s back is turned and goes to try and attack him. But Gabe turns around and shows that he is on the phone and tells Elijah to hold on. Then he motions that whomever is on the phone wants to talk to Elijah. Elijah takes the phone and then tries to talk into it. Then as Elijah is trying to do so, Gabe sneaks up by springing onto the ropes and dropping him with the Radical Reflex (a Springboard Moonsault into an Inverted DDT.) Then he scales up to the top rope and then proceeds to hype the crowd once more before landing his finisher, the Rated R. Then he quickly covers Elijah as the referee makes the count…
ONE!
TWO!
As it appears Elijah is going to kick out, the referee’s hand goes down for...
THREE!
Then “Golden Age” by Woodkid begins to play as Gabe slowly raises and the referee raises his hand in victory. As orderlies and other staff are seen helping Elijah out of the ring. Then Gabe gingerly climbs the turnbuckles and hypes the crowd one more time before exiting the ring and heading to the back.
WINNER: GABE RENO
Christy is as usual inside her cell.
CHRISTY WINTERS
To be honest, Kiki, I don't know if it was you or you buddy Sin, all I know was I was denied training time for our match, but I'm not going to sit here and complain about something I obviously have no control over.
Kiki, I need this more than you, I need this to get out of these shitty living conditions I've had to endure since entering this stinking hell hole, and I deserve all the privileges that come with winning this tournament, you honestly don't. I'm pissed off knowing you have better accommodations than me, and now I unfortunately have to make you suffer, Kiki, we've tangled in the ring before, although it required your little running buddy Sin to beat me.
Kiki whatever I do to you tonight, you can rest assured it was god damn personal, and done all the malice and hatred that runs through my veins.
Christy stands up and headbutts the wall.
CHRISTY WINTERS
Time to suffer, Kiki, time to suffer.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
The following match is for one fall. Introducing first, weighing in at one hundred twenty five pounds, hailing from Long Beach, California...
'Make Them Suffer' plays Christy makes her way to the ring, attempting to attack anyone who attempts to touch her, she slides under the ropes and sits in the corner.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
She is CHRISTY WINTERS!
The sound of “SleepWalking” by Diamante is heard over the sound system. Out onto the stage area steps the tentative woman Kiera Kartharsies. Her bright blue and dark black hair covering her face.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
And her opponent... weighing in at one hundred fifteen pounds, hailing from Ithaca, New York...
Locking her elbows with her hands behind her back, she slowly moves down to the ring. Once to the ring, she lays on the apron, then lays down to roll under the bottom rope.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
She is KIKI KATHARSIES!
Once in the ring, she moves to the nearest corner and crouches down as though hiding from someone or something. After a moment or two there, “SleepWalking” fades to silence.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
KiKi certainly showed a more confident side to her earlier in the week with her recorded session with the doctor, though she seems to be her usual self so far. Will that more dominant persona shine through tonight?
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Bitches be frontin'. Sin's gonna eat her for breakfast when the time comes. She might have a prayer here if Winters is as sleep depped as is rumored from working on the motor pool, though.
Our match between Christy Winters and Kiera Katharsies begins with a lockup, both women jockeying for control before Winters is able to get it with a bit of a struggle! Winters looks for a Full Nelson, and tries to drive Kiera down to her knees to go for an early Facebuster, but Kiera fights back with rough back elbows to the jaw and skull of Winters! Winters stumbles, and Kiera rolls through her legs and looks for a Scorpion Kick, but Winters manages to counter this into a Boston Crab-AND INTO A DOWNWARD LEAPING BACKBREAKER ONTO KIERA! Winters’ knees drive themselves into Kiera’s lower spine, and Kiera cries out in pain.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Oh, wow, ouch! Christy is out to deliver a message and make quick work of this stage of the tournament, it seems.
Winters looks to follow through into a Rolling Boston crab, but Kiera’s able to manage an impressive Headscissor Takedown to drive Winters into the canvas, rolling on top of Winters and blasting her with rough mounted punches until the referee forces her off! Kiera rolls off of Winters, and hits the ropes as Winters pulls back to her knees-DROPKICK TO CHRISTY WINTERS! Kiera covers!
ONE!
TW-NO! WINTERS KICKS OUT!
Winters manages a surprising counter as Kiera tries to get her up for the Alarm Bells, getting Kiera onto her shoulders for a Samoan Drop! She slams Kiera into the canvas, and hits the ropes to look for a running knee strike, but Kiera manages to take her down with an ankle kick and transitions into an Ankle Lock! She grapevines the hold, and tries to force a tap on Winters, but Winters fights against it!
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
I don't like Christy Winters, but I do respect her. She's one tough cookie, and I'd be shocked if she tapped right here.
Sure enough, Winters pushes to the ropes, and manages to break the submission! Winters tries to pull up to her feet for a single leg dropkick, favoring her healthier leg, and she NAILS Kiera! She follows up with a big spinning sidewalk slam into the canvas, and throws herself over Kiera for a cover!
ONE!
TWO!!-NO! KIERA KICKS OUT!
Winters transitions into another Boston Crab, trying to break Kiera’s back and forcing leverage down on the hold! Kiera cries out in pain as Winters applies more and more pressure, trying to force a tap-out!
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
And now she pays the favor back!
Kiera fights against it, trying to get to the ropes, but Winters rolls through into a sturdier Boston Crab, before forcing Kiera to arch her back, pressing her knee into Kiera’s back and applying more and more pressure! Kiera cries out, and scrambles for the ropes with one last burst of energy-AND SHE GETS THEM! She breaks the submission!
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Narrow avoidance for KiKi, but will she be able to compete with so much savaging of her spine?
Winters looks frustrated, and stomps hard on Kiera’s back, before trying for another Boston Crab-but Kiera has this one scouted and takes Winters down with a big headscissor takedown! She manages to scramble to her feet, and tries for a Low Drop Kick to follow up, driving her boots into Winters’ skull! Winters goes down hard, and Kiera covers!
ONE!
TWO!!
THR-NO! WINTERS KICKS OUT!
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
She may not be as hurt as she seems, enough to swing that takedown and snap off a bit of a dropkick, but not quite enough to get it done here yet.
Kiera looks focused, and pulls Winters to her feet, slapping her in the face-but Winters returns with a much harder slap! Both women exchange rough strikes in the center of the ring, moving from slaps to punches and then to forearms, each woman looking closer and closer to securing leverage! Kiera hits Winters with a wicked hard slap, before LEVELING her with a back spin kick that sends a cloud of spit from Winters’ mouth across the ring! Kiera goes to the middle rope to look for her Alarm Bells Facebuster, but as she leaps for it-WINTERS CATCHES HER-MASSIVE DOUBLE LEG SPINEBUSTER! Kiera crashes to the canvas hard, and Winters pushes forward into a pin!
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE-NO! KIERA KICKS OUT!
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
KiKi might be beyond being able to make a comeback here, especially if Christy can work her spine again.
Winters drags Kiera up, looking as though she’s had enough! She drills Kiera in the midsection, and goes for her Severe Brain Damage Spike Piledriver-but Kiera manages to counter it into a roll-through! She goes to the ropes, looking for Alarm Bells, but Winters catches her with a kick to the midsection as she goes for it! Kiera bends in half, laying motionless in the ring as Winters looks her over. Winters stomps her in the head repeatedly, trying to do heavy damage to the head and neck! She rolls Kiera over, and postures over her for a moment, before pulling her up for the Severe Brain Damage-BUT KIERA COUNTERS IT AT THE LAST SECOND, HOOKING THE ARMS-VERTEBREAKER INTO THE CANVAS!
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Winters might be out!
Kiera drags her to the turnbuckles, and lays her head and neck on the ropes before going to the top rope-ALARM BELLS TO SEND WINTERS’ THROAT INTO THE ROPES AND THEN HER SKULL INTO THE CANVAS! KIERA COVERS!
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
WINNER: KIERA KATHARSIES!
The scene is seen backstage at the current Sanatorium show where there's many people walking around. One of the people who is seen backstage is the Lead Interviewer, Ace Michaels. He Is seen getting ready to interview some people. He looks into the camera.
LEAD INTERVIEWER | ACE MICHAELS
Hey all, welcome to another episode of Ace TV. My guests at this time is The Order of The Soulless. Welcome to Ace TV!
Then after a few moments, 'We Are The Many' by Caliban plays as "The Soulless King" Gary Black and "The Unstoppable Killing Machine" Phantom walk in and sit down.
LEAD INTERVIEWER | ACE MICHAELS
My first question is. Please tell the Sanatorium show viewers on how you got to W.W.H. and Sanatorium?
THE SOULLESS KING | GARY BLACK
We both came here after a mass exodus from a previous company called T.W.E. To answer the other part, we tried to be on Dystopia for awhile but after they retired the Hardcore/Extreme Underground Title, I just couldn't find my footing anymore.
Then Phantom motions he would like to speak. Gary nods and motions the floor is his.
THE UNSTOPPABLE KILLING MACHINE | PHANTOM
The same thing for me. But after a very violent and explosive feud with a now former competitor, I couldn't find anymore who would fight me in extreme settings. Plus, I prefer to do my "speaking" in the ring and not through speaking. So, I am done talking.
LEAD INTERVIEWER | ACE MICHAELS
Do you have any future plans here not only at W.W.H. but on Sanatorium?
THE SOULLESS KING | GARY BLACK
Well, the only titles I haven't challenged for here on Sanatorium are the Demolition and the Underground. For the W.W.H. as whole, you will just to have wait and see like the rest.
LEAD INTERVIEWER | ACE MICHAELS
That sounds great to me! If there was a Trios Championship titles, you would be the front runners in that. Congratulations on what you have accomplished here at W.W.H.!
THE SOULLESS KING | GARY BLACK
Thank you, Ace. I guess we would since we do have two sets of trios on either show. I would be happy if the Order of the Soulless held them regardless of who the actual holders are. Because if these did exist and we were the holders of them, we would most definitely use the Freebird Rule.
LEAD INTERVIEWER | ACE MICHAELS
I know that you all have matches probably to do. Thank you so very much for being on Ace TV.
THE SOULLESS KING | GARY BLACK
You're welcome, Mister Michaels. You have a good day and if you ever want us on again, just ask Warden Eden and I am sure she can make it happen. But to the rest of the roster here at the Sanatorium or the W.W.H. as a whole, be prepared for a KILLER BLACKOUT if you ever want to mess with us.
Then they get up with devilish smiles on their faces and head out. Then Ace has a look of worry but then shakes it off as the scene fades to black.
Court room Bailiffs and legal assistants scour the floor incapacitated.
Layers of bodies groaning on top of each other like a cartoon all-star battle.
Gabe lifts his bloody head,
looking across in horror at Benjamin K laying on the ground with a letter opener through his ear.
Blood seeps out as SWAT enters to clear the room,
following the Judge's instructions.
Reno gets a knee to the back, then goes unconscious.
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Back in a courtroom some weeks later with a state appointed trial douchebag. Gabe sits restless, unhappy with his representation. Everyone stands, then sits anxiously awaiting the make or break moment. The Judge reads the verdict after Benjamin K's plan never came to fruition, since he was too dead to present it.
"Mr.Reno, on the arson case with the help of eye-witness testimony, you were found to be not only guilty, but involved in a cover up that involved intimidation, threats of all kinds, and a planned kidnapping. Your lawyer died in a brawl in this very room, a brawl that you started that only served to prove all these things true.
What you have to say for yourself may be reasonable for you, but to no other adult with working morals so they make sense. But, as much as I would love to condemn that behind very solid bars, I truly believe you don't know the difference, yet I do think you know you were doing wrong and should not be eligible for a simple mental hospital.
Where does that leave us? Long ago, the state had special issues and experiments at undisclosed locations, that quite frankly, I had imagined for obvious reasons to have been exterminated long ago. It turns out, I underestimated my country's love for my profession. Mr.Reno, it is with great pleasure, and in the memory of men who served in this court and died for it, like your attorney did valiantly,
for me to assign you to the Sanatorium!"
The courtroom loses its shit with rumors and innuendo, everyone has to get on Twitter, like, yesterday- 'cause YOLO.
Pulled out in cuffs through the lobby to get to booking, Gabe is surrounded by so much media that the guards can't get through. They shout questions at him like
"Gabe, how do you like the verdict!?"
or "Mr.Reno, are you familiar with soap on a rope??"
and even, "Gabe where does this rank in your life of failure, top three, or??"
Finally, he looks at the camera with some semblance of reality setting in.
Gazing toward the bright portable lights and boom mics above his head.
"It ranks in the top two."
Guards push him slowly through the crowd, the follow up with "which top two??"
He turns his head back as he is thrusted forward.
"Top two things I hate!"
As he is pushed through the office door into booking a final reporter blurts "what is number one!?"
"Amazons, I want to end them all!"
He looks over the clerks shoulder as they strip his possessions,
seeing a picture of Nikki Caldwell on an Asylum event newspaper clip.
"WHAT!? No! NOT ON MY WATCH!
NOoOooOOooOooOOoooOo!"
He grabs a letter opener from the desk,
and tosses a perfect strike to her head on the news clipping.
The truth lingers over the scene like a bad batch of hydroponics.
How many people can do that with a letter opener?
Determined, a moment of solace, and a whisper to himself...
Sorry my brother, Benjamin, but I had to get to Sanatorium.
You served your purpose my friend.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
The following match is for one fall. Introducing first...
'Nothing More' by Christ Copyright shudders onto the loudspeakers. V walks to the fucking ring.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
Weighing in at two hundred forty pounds, he is V!
The lights go out in the arena as 'Trust' by Fire From The Gods begins to play.
♪ Do you wanna hear it from another liar?
Do you wanna hear it from another hypocrite?
Who will you trust?
WHO WILL YOU TRUST? ♪
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
And his opponent...
Suddenly the lights begin flashing different shades of red as an intense Jacob Knight bursts through the curtains to an overwhelming wave of boos. He lets out a scream as he looks over the crowd before him, a look of disgust on his face from the reaction of the crowd. Not wishing to waste any time, he begins walking down the ramp to the ring, nodding his head to the music. He walks up the ring steps and onto the apron, walking to the center of it before turning towards the audience shouting "WHO'S WITH ME!?" and raising his fist. Few cheer as they are drowned out by the sound of boos from fans around them, resulting in Jacob spitting on the floor at ringside in front of them before stepping through the ropes and asking the same question to the other side. As the chorus kicks in again, Jacob rushes to the corner and hops up on the second rope, pointing back toward the stage as he mouths the lyrics.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
Weighing in at two hundred thirty five pounds, he hails from New York City, HEADSTRONG, JACOB KNIGHT!
♪ Do you wanna hear it from another coward?
Do you wanna hear it from another hypocrite?
THEY WON'T SAVE US!
WHO WILL YOU TRUST? ♪
Afterwards, he hops off the rope and leans back against the turnbuckles, ready for this match to start.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
These past couple of weeks, we haven't heard anything from the savior of Sanatorium, Jacob Knight! He wants to be the hero that this brand needs but was silent.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Maybe his mind was at ease? After all, a hero doesn't say a word! They let their actions speak for themselves!
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Anyway, this is the next matchup putting Jacob Knight against V. Last time these two met, it was at Dreamstate.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
I pray that Jacob redeems himself. He needs it badly.
The ref looks at the two as they wait in the corners. He then signals for the bell so the match can begin.
DING! DING! DING!
The two look at each other and they then lock up. Jacob Knight is able to move forward and put V against the corner. But V is able to hit a stiff knee to his gut. They release against each other, and V hits a right hook to his face. He then picks him up in a flapjack and drops him on the top of the rope. Jacob tries to breathe, but he can't.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Seem your boy can't breathe, Modani.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Don't count him out, Van Zant. Knight is a fighter, and he'll come back.
V picks him up and brings him towards the corner and hits a hard knife edge chop to his chest. You can see the pain on his face from that shot. V then grabs his arm and whips him into the corner. Knight rested there until V comes charging, but Jacob is able to put his foot up and hit V in the face. V moves back as he holds his face, and Jacob charges into him and takes him down with a solid Clothesline. He picks him up and brings him to the side rope and begins to hit a series of knee strikes to his gut.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Knight is finally doing something. At least he's putting up somewhat of a fight.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Somewhat? Look at this man, Van Zant! This man is the future of this brand. He'll beat V and move on.
He brings him out and puts him under his arm. He then goes for a snap suplex, but V is able to counter. He knees Knight in the gut and then brings his knee up and nails him in the face. He grabs him and throws him over the ropes. Knight lands on the ground hard, and that's when V gets out of the ring. He goes towards Knight and grabs him by the head and throws him against the Plexiglass. The back of Knight's neck hits hard.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
HA! KNIGHT IS HURT!
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Hey, leave him alone.
V just leans against the ring and gets a hurt smirk on his face. He then moves forward and grabs Knight. He then slams him against the steel steps head first. Knight isn't moving much, and V looks around. He looks down at Knight not moving.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Knight isn't moving. Come on, Knight! Get up and fight. Your followers need you.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
His campaign #CloseTheSanatorium isn't working right now. So sad to see that happening.
Knight uses the steps and slowly stands up. You see the blood coming down from his head. Knight gets in the ring and stands up slowly. He is up and V charges in and drops him with a spear. He shakes his head and picks him up again and puts him on his shoulders in a fireman's carry and drops him with a reverse piledriver that he likes to call REXALL! He covers him and puts his forearm on his chin.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING! DING! DING!
WINNER: V
When we enter once again on Mara Soverna, she’s got her head pressed to the cold tile wall of her cell. Her eyes are forced closed as she enters into a meditative state, thinking on her match ahead in just a bit of time. She’s dressed in her ‘ring gear’, if one could call it that, but she doesn’t seem to quite be mentally ready. Her hair is tied back into a singular braid, and she is still. Unmoving. Waiting.
Moments pass, and an orderly comes by. A few guards join them as they prepare to transport Mara to the ring, but Mara doesn’t seem to heed them. Instead, she’s fixated on something clawing at the back of her mind.
You still hear me, don’t you?
MARA SOVERNA
Fuck off.
Ignore me all you like. I’ll have yours soon, too.
The orderly finally enters the cell and grabs Mara’s shoulder, and she swings around-but stops herself short. The orderly and guards laugh as she comes back to reality, and the orderly claps her on the shoulder.
ORDERLY
Fight time, Girl. You ready for this one?”
He chuckles. Mara grits her teeth.
MARA SOVERNA
Of course I am. Now get your hand the fuck off me.
Mara pushes past the orderly and into the chains of the guards as they transport her to the backstage area for her match...
Cut To: Unknown
A single exposed bulb flickers in an overhead fixture, its dim lighting casting as many shadows as it is chasing away from the small square card table directly underneath of it. A teapot sits just off-center in the middle of the table, the white and blue pattern discolored by the harsh golden hue. Matching cups and saucers are placed in front of each of the four occupied chairs around it.
As the camera fully focuses we see Sin sitting at one end of the table, her chair pushed back a bit, one leg crossed over the other. To her right is a large rodent plushie. To her left, and just a bit bigger, a rabbit. Directly across from her is an oversized stuffed Mad Hatter with bits of dirt and some other substance smeared various places along its body and hat.
She turns her head a bit to the left as if she is listening to someone speak.
SIN
Well, I’m sorry I was late, Mr. Hare. With the way things have been lately, can you blame me?
Her head turns to the right and she nods.
SIN
I agree. Kiki is such an ungrateful little bitch.
And then back to the rabbit.
SIN
Oh, I know. All the help I gave her and she repays me by trying to be a thief. Just anoth-
She stops mid-sentence and jerks her head straight, shooting a glare at the Hatter.
SIN
No one asked your opinion.
Fingers curl around her cup and she lifts it to take a sip.
SIN
It’s not even been a full day yet and I’m already regretting pulling you from the grave.
She rolls her eyes.
SIN
I knew I would. I know you’re supposed to let the dead rest but isn’t it so much more fun to play with them?
There is a pause for an unheard response and then she made a hmph noise.
SIN
Next time I can always invite the cat.
The stuffed animals to each side of her clearly don’t like that idea by her follow-up.
SIN
That’s what I thought.
Her eyes drift between those two for a moment and then she laughs.
SIN
You guys are right. He does look much nicer this way.
And then to the rabbit,
SIN
Oh, that’s a tough one. Depends, really. For this-
Her head jerks straight at the Mad Hatter again.
SIN
I’m getting really sick of being interrupted.
A pause and then a small sigh.
SIN
Fine. Since you have so much to fucking say and are the only one with experience, what do you think Kiki would look like dead?
The cup she had been holding was now dangling off the tip of a finger, swaying back and forth gently over the floor.
SIN
Already a porcelain doll? For once, Hatter, you just might be correct, So pretty … but so very fragile.
Lips spread into a wicked smirk.
SIN
With intent and a bare minimum of effort …
She moves her finger just enough for the cup to fall to the floor. The camera zooms in on the splinters and shards, surprisingly dry.
SIN
I’ll shatter her.
Four sets of laughter can be heard for a few seconds and then the camera cuts out.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
The following match is for ONE FALL, and is the MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING...
Sov approaches the ring with a hooded sleeveless jacket on, her head down as 'Gods in Heat' blares out through the speakers.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
Introducing first, she hails from The Black Mirror and weighs in at one hundred forty five pounds...
She drops her hood down, and approaches the ring, a steadfast look on her face as she rolls in, bowing before her opponent. Not one for pageantry, she usually rolls to the corner and prepares for the match with little hesitation.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
THE GIRL FROM NOWHERE... MARA SOVERNA!
The opening to 'Beast' by Rabbit Junk crashes over the Sanatorium arena as the house lights lower and a red spotlight narrows in on the entrance stage--
♪ I am a beast-- ♪
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
And her opponent, she is the current WWH Underground Champion, hailing from Wonderland and weighing in at one hundred twenty pounds...
Sin Draven steps out on the top of the ramp with the Underground Championship over one shoulder. She raises the opposite arm slowly up and out from her side and drops it back down sexily with a swing of her hips. She blows a sarcastic kiss to the crowd and then makes her way down the ramp, not a fan friendly person and never being close enough for anyone to touch her or try and get a high five on her way.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
She is THE DIVA OF THE DAMNED... SIN!
♪ Out come my claws better watch out where you step
'Cause the beast has been released and she’s not going to repent
Watch your step
The beast is free ♪
She climbs in the ring and the lights hold a steady red now as she repeats her earlier sexy movement. The house lights come back up.
The bell rings and the two women surge together from out of their respective corners, not locking up but instead throwing frenetic fists at each other.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Whoah! Both these women coming out of the gate with pure ruthlessness and unbridled aggression.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Just like we like to see here on Sanatorium. Both are showing the kind of intensity that's a testament to deserving how far they've gotten in this tournament.
The punches begin to wobble them both, slowing their pace, and finally the smaller Sin falls back against the ropes. Mara takes full advantage by surging forward and whipping her off the ropes, setting up for what looks like a shoulderblock and caught off guard by a last minute basement dropkick that takes her off her feet. Sin starts immediately trying to grapevine her legs, to tie her up and slow the pace of the match enough to recover, but Mara kicks free. Both women roll to their feet into fighter's stances, more wary of each other this time, and the crowd cheers for their effort even if neither are usually super-likeable.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Sin has shown an enormous amount of growth over the last year and change she's been in Sanatorium, taking the raw training she had coming in and building it with experience-- and she hasn't lost yet, which is incredible-- meanwhile Mara's come in so hot she's practically ablaze, never failing to do something that makes even me cringe every time we see her.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
If anyone could stop Sin's dominant winning streak, it might be Mara. This match is super heated, and the winner will go on to face V, who won earlier tonight. Either Sin will have to face her alleged paramour, or Mara will have to face him after taking down his lady, and I can't figure which scenario just might be more interesting.
After a pause, they surge together again, this time to lock up. Mara takes the quick advantage, but instead of trying to overpower her Sin uses her momentum to roll backwards, taking her down to the mat and throwing a few hard fast punches. She scrambles to her feet, hitting the ropes as Mara sits up and nailing an overcastle-style flip-over neckbreaker. Scooting in for the pin--
ONE!
TWO!-- Kickout!
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
That was an interesting maneuver, don't think I've seen Sin break that out before.
Sin grabs Mara by the head and picks her up, but Mara cuts her off and starts throwing punches again. A kick to the midsection, and Mara hooks her for a fast but impactful DDT. Sin rolls out of the ring semi-lucid but with enough ring awareness to make herself unpinnable, and Mara follows her.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Sin's pulling herself up near the Plexiglas barricade when Mara catches up, throwing punches and slamming Sin's head into the barrier.
FIVE!
SIX!
She grabs her and throws her into an adjacent barricade, then grabs her by the hair and rolls her back in the ring to break up the count. Mara lifts Sin with raw power and hits Transient Programming (Neckbreaker into a Butterfly Suplex).
ONE!
TWO!
THR-- NO!
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Clever, Mara knew she could use the barricade to soften Sin up, but also knew she couldn't win the match out there. I imagine a double countout like just happened on Dystopia's last show would've put a hitch in the tournament proceedings.
Mara hauls her up again, going for a gutwrench, but Sin spins out, whipping Mara into a corner with power and following her with a clothesline before she can even blink, stepping back and throwing a hard elbow into her face. Irish whip, double reversal and Mara goes chest-first into the turnbuckle she just came out of. She falls to all fours and Sin drops an elbow into her spine.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Sin turning the tables quickly on Mara after almost being out of the game. She may be small, but she's tougher than a Denny's steak.
Mara starts to rise again and Sin grabs her by the hair and slams her to her back. The referee warns her to keep it clean. Mara into the far corner, but this time she's on guard, and Sin eats a boot when she charges in. She's staggered, and Mara takes advantage with a hard clothesline, getting fired up and screaming at her to get back up. Sin swings a clothesline and Mara ducks it, managing to hit an STO with a bit of a hair pull in retaliation for Sin's. Mara's swinging fists down on Sin, Sin manages to throw her off but is staggered and stumbles back into a turnbuckle. Mara charges in, only to eat a turnbuckle as Sin counters.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
I'd wonder if she wasn't playing a little bit of possum, but with the strength of that STO, it might be better attributed to good ring awareness.
Sin grabs her and smashes her face into it again, then drags her towards the center and smacks her upside the head savagely in what might be better described as a chop to the side of the head than a slap. Mara crawls to the ropes, but Sin catches her on the middle with a leg-driven choke, then turns her to springboard her throat-first into the top rope. Mara's staggered as she falls back in the ring, and Sin kicks her a few times before slapping on a camel clutch, applying fishhooks to the mouth when the referee's at an angle where he can't see what she's doing well. Mara starts to fight free, only to get a blow right between her strained shoulderblades. Mara's crawling for the ropes, and this time Sin's letting her, taking a step back.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Oh, it might be time for--
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
666!
Indeed, Sin slams knees-first into Mara's face with her patented tiger feint kick.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
'Beast' by Rabbit Junk blares over the speakers. Sin rises, and the referee raises her hand. At the top of the stage, V walks out.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Oh boy. Was this just a pyrrhic victory?
He looks... concerned, forehead lined, but his jaw's squared tight with lines of muscle jutting out from it. The two stare at each other from their respective positions, as we fade to black.
【 JONATHAN EDWARDS】
Who do you think you are, Tora? You're a champion, and yet you're bitching about that belt, and what it represents. When I heard that, I kept my mouth shut and let it play out. But then I realized that I couldn't do that anymore. Tora, I think you need to understand what the Demolition Championship is really about.
He puts his hands together as his eyes remain on the camera. He gently raises his eyebrow and continues.
【 JONATHAN EDWARDS】
But I can do you a favor, Tora. How about you and I face each other, and you put that Demolition Championship on the line. But I'll make sure you have the advantage. You get to pick the stipulation on the match. I mean, think about it, you have all the cards in your hands and I'm giving you basically an ace in the hole. So all you have to do is either accept it or decline it. But if you decline then you're a coward. But that is just one man's option. I await your answer.
He walks away as the scene fades to black.
Distant guitars reverb, a woman's voice cutting out in static--
♪ ...when you feel that rage, when you feel that--
The dripping back alleys of Serenity, California at night set our scene. A green glow guides us, trailing through puddle reflections and shadows cast around corners.
when you feel that rage--
We turn a corner and the shot opens up, to show a hulking building with a glowing green logo--
♪ We’re the underdogs roaming in the dark ♪
The face of Kiera Katharsies appears on our screen, cast in that same glow.
♪ We’re the savages born from worlds apart ♪
Abby Evans and Chucky Ross stand back to back, arms crossed, looking over their shoulders at the camera.
♪ Our past has shown just how we bleed ♪
Fast clips of Christy Winters' and Sin's heinous feud, both women gashing each other open.
♪ A blind future in front of me ♪
Jacob Knight and V at war over the fate of Sanatorium.
♪ Lost and fractured to the point of break ♪
Mara Soverna wrenches the Crack Fiend's shoulder savagely.
♪ So come and play with that rage, that rage ♪
Jonathan Edwards shows his tattooed fists to the camera-- STAY DOWN.
♪ Light a match and reignite the flames, the flames ♪
Gary Black and Phantom loom in the dark, candles illuminating their faces.
♪ This ain’t the end, we’re here to stay ♪
Gabe Reno spreads his arms wide, daring all comers. Tora Nishida lifts the Demolition Championship high.
♪ We rush into the unknown, fearless and brave ♪
Deacon Thomas wrenches an unseen opponent in the Troublemaker submission. John Blade hits the Razor's Edge.
♪ So don’t throw it away, that rage ♪
Mya Denton wraps someone in the Demented hold, screaming in intensity. Zach looms in the dark, mask ghoulish in the shadows.
♪ Won’t stop until sweet victory! ♪
Elijah Copeland shouts and the logo explodes, bringing us to--
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
The following match is a TAG TEAM bout and is for ONE FALL...
As 'Smells Like A Freak Show' by Avatar begins to play, spotlights start turning on throughout the arena. Then as the song reaches a crescendo, all the lights in the arena go out. But the song continues playing while this going on. But then a voice can heard through the darkness saying..
MYSTERIOUS VOICE
Who's ready for some fun?
Then the lights kick back on and sitting in the middle of the ring cross-legged is the one and only "The Soulless Jester" Chucky Ross and he's holding The Jester's Stick. Then the announcer attempts to do the introduction, he stands up and snatches the microphone away from them.
THE SOULLESS JESTER | CHUCKY ROSS
Allow me to do that...
I am "The Soulless Jester" Chucky Ross and I weigh in tonight at a glorious one hundred seventy five pounds and hail from The Order Compound. Tonight we are going to see me drop some poor loser with The Joke's On You. So please stay tuned for that and now back to your regularly scheduled talking.
Then he shoves the microphone into the announcer's chest and then goes and sits in one of the corners like Raven and awaits his partner and opponents.
RING ANNOUNCER | RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
And his partner...
'Invincible' by Machine Gun Kelly featuring Ester Dean hits the speakers and John Blade runs out.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
Weighing in at two hundred fifty one pounds, he hails from Boston, Massachusetts... he is JOHN BLADE!
Blade jogs to the ring, high-fiving fans as he goes.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
One thing you can say for Blade, his spirit is never deterred.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
I'm not sure what else you can say for John Blade.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
You're such a pessimist.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
That's why you love me!
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
And their opponents...
'Through The Valley' by Shawn James comes over the speakers. Zach comes like leatherface and chainsaw the screen and his name appears on it.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
Hailing from the USA, weighing two hundred forty pounds, he is ZACH!
The lights in the arena go pitch black. Then a video begins to play on the Tron that displays dark clouds with rumbles coming from them. Soon thunder strikes from the clouds to the ground as by 0:05 'No One Will Survive' by CFO$ plays throughout the arena.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
And his partner...
♪ NO ONE WILL SURVIVE! ♪
The lights come back on as Tora Nishida walks out with the tron displaying his name, along with clips of wrestlers that he has decimated in the ring. He looks at the crowd for two minutes before walking down to the ring with boos from the fans.
♪ YEAH,
NO ONE WILL SURVIVE!
THERE'S NO ESCAPE NOW,
NO ONE WILL SURVIVE ♪
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
Weighing in at two hundred forty six pounds and hailing from Tokyo, Japan...
He enters the ring and hops on to the second rope near the corner and looks at the crowd. He closes his eyes and stretches his arms out as he takes in the boos from the fans.
♪ OBLITERATE,
ALL THAT WHO DEFY YOU
THERE'S NO ESCAPE NOW,
NO ONE WILL SURVIVE ♪
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
He is the Raiju of Sanatorium and the Demolition Champion... TORA NISHIDA!
He gets down and heads over to the ropes as he throws up his left hand and does a "shaka sign' hand gesture with a slight smirk on his face before it instantly changes to a blank look on his face. He slowly did a Throat-Slitting Gesture while his hand was still in shaka sign.
♪ SEPARATE,
FROM THE HELL THAT GUIDES YOU
THERE'S NO ESCAPE NOW,
NO ONE WILL SURVIVE ♪
The referee walks the men to their respective corners and checks for weapons. This tag team match starts off hot, as Chucky Ross and Zach start us off with Zach going for a big lariat, but Chucky Ross counters it into an early backhand chop followed up with a big running knee. Zach goes down hard, and Ross pulls him up for a Pumphandle Neckbreaker, only for Zach to somehow manage to evade it! Zach tries for a suplex on Ross, but Ross overrotates and pumps a knee into the back of Ross’ head, nearly knocking him out cold on the first blow before following up with another knee that sends Zach skittering to a stop!
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Ooof! I was about to say we were starting off pretty back-and-forth at breakneck pace, but Ross just took a definite lead there!
Ross pulls Zach into place, before going up to the top rope and hitting a big Swanton Bomb! He falls back into a cover on Zach!
ONE!
TW-NO! ZACH KICKS OUT!
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Not quite getting it done there, but I don't think finishing the match was the point so much as showing he could get a pin attempt off that early.
Ross throws Zach into Nishida’s corner, and demands his partner tag in. Nishida shrugs, before tagging in-- but John Blade steals a tag off of Ross! Ross looks furious, but exits the ring as Tora Nishida sizes up John Blade. Blade looks for a Fireman’s Carry early, but Nishida’s able to quickly counter it with repeated elbows to his head. Nishida nearly takes Blade’s head off with a roundhouse kick, but as he pulls Blade up for a Uranage, Blade manages to counter and drag him down! Blade gets another Fireman’s Carry, but Nishida pushes off, shoving Blade-- BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX! Nishida slams Blade into the canvas, and pulls him up, driving his foot into Blade’s chest repeatedly, shoot kicking the living hell out of him! He backs up for a running knee-AND FLATTENS JOHN BLADE!
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Nishida is taking the lead in turn, showing up Ross' early advantage by taking it out on his partner!
He covers!
ONE!
TWO!!
TH-NO! BLADE KICKS OUT!
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
A lot closer to a pin on Nishida's account there.
Nishida throws Blade back into his own corner, and gets a running kick on him, but Chucky Ross tags in off of Blade’s shoulder and begins bringing it to Nishida! Both men trade shots back and forth, exchanging rougher and rougher blows before Ross catches Nishida with a surprising Complete Shot! Nishida looks rocked, and Ross goes for the Demonic Uprising, but Nishida manages to counter and shove Ross off-- PUMP KNEE! URANAGE! Ross crashes to the canvas, and Nishida goes high, looking for a double foot stomp, but Ross rolls out of the way!
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Now we're cooking with gas! Both dominant members in the ring at the same time, and Ross is looking to show he can hang with the Demolition Champ!
Ross looks like he might be a bit loopy from that pump knee, and he swings for an overhead kick, but as Nishida ducks it-- ROSS NAILS HIM WITH A HEADBUTT! Nishida crashes hard to the canvas, and Ross covers!
ONE!
TW-NO! NISHIDA KICKS OUT!
The Demolition Champion survives as he manages to counter Ross’s attempts to pull him up into an armdrag, before mounting Ross and blasting him with repeated knee strikes to the face! He grabs Ross and drags him up, throwing him into the corner and trying for another Big Boot, but as Nishida runs for it, Ross ducks out of the way and Nishida crashes into the corner!
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
And you can go from rallying back to the disadvantage just that quick!
Zach tags in off of Nishida, and rushes Ross, but Ross is quick-- a kick to the knee, to the midsection, to the upper arm, and to the head! Zach falls to a knee, and Ross backs up, before getting a double underhook on Zach-- DEMONIC UPRISING! He plants Zach, and covers!
ONE!
TWO!!
THRE-NO! ZACH KICKS OUT!
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
What an opening bout!
Ross drags Zach up to his feet, and slaps Zach across the chest, before looking for his Mission Statement 2k19, but John Blade tags in off of Chucky Ross! Ross goes apeshit, and NAILS Blade with a massive backfist, stunning him and immediately tagging himself back in. He rushes Zach, but Zach somehow manages to get Ross up with a big Uranage! Zach plants Ross, but as he goes for the cover, Ross blasts him with a knee strike! Ross takes a mounted position on Zach’s back, and drives his knee into the back of Zach’s neck repeatedly, trying to seemingly decapitate him internally, before leaving a limp Zach standing!
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
That was so brutal I might just be in love.
He goes to the middle rope, and leaps-DEMONIC DESENSITIZATION! Ross covers Zach as Nishida watches on, unamused.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
John Blade tries to hold Chucky’s hand up, but Chucky grabs his jester stick and NAILS John with a rough shot to the head. He spots the timekeeper holding Nishida’s Demolition Championship, and demands it, but Nishida takes it from him.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
It looks like Tora has another competitor hungry for his title belt--
Nishida enters the ring, and the two have a staredown, before--
♪ Well you can tell everyone I'm a down disgrace
Drag my name all over the place
I don't care anymore
You can tell everybody 'bout the state I'm in
You won't catch me crying 'cause I just can't win
I don't care anymore
I don't care anymore ♪
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Edwards has something to say about that!
Jonathan Edwards emerges from backstage, rushing to the ring as Nishida and Ross look to him, and all three men have a staredown as Edwards enters-- BEFORE ROSS GOES FOR A SWING ON NISHIDA AND EDWARDS GOES FOR A SWING ON ROSS! Edwards and Ross exchange brutal forearms as Nishida goes down, but rolls with his championship to the outside of the ring! Both Edwards and Ross beat the shit out of each other for a good few seconds, before both hit the ropes and go for simultaneous knee strikes-- AND BOTH GET KNOCKED DOWN! We see Nishida walking up the ramp with his championship on his shoulder, as both Ross and Edwards notice they’re the only men left in the ring, and stare at Nishida as he walks backwards with a sneer on his face…
WINNERS: CHUCKY ROSS & JOHN BLADE
The cameras go inside the cell room where a man with a hoodie up across his nose and mouth. Aaron was sitting on his bed, looking at the cameras. It was the new member of the Sanatorium roster, The Insanity Aaron Jones. He smirks inside of his face hoodie, already dressed to compete in the ring for the first time. He begins to speak.
AARON JONES
What an infectious place this is. Full of idiots who have always wanted to be professional wrestlers for years and have years experience in the sport. I never even heard of wrestling, until the deal was offered to me to find a way to deal with my anger constructively. I won't be one of these plague wrestlers who would die to get a title match. I came to wrestle because it was the only solution the prison could give to me.
Aaron grunts, not looking forward to having to wrestle, but he wasn't given a choice in the matter. He was shaking his head, not wanting to be here.
AARON JONES
People like Mya certainly make me sick, doing crime, but wants to wrestle for her daughter. If you cared about your daughter, you'd be strong enough to ignore the stupid voices you have in your head and take care of her. You are a piss poor excuse for a parent, even more so for your wrestling abilities. I laughed when you debuted two Sanatorium shows ago when you lost in your debut to Christy because you respected her. Respect doesn't get you anywhere in the world. In the real world, you don't fight for respect or honour; you fight for yourself and enjoy beating the living shit out of people around you.
Aaron rocks backwards and forwards inside of his cell room, showing no signs of respect or pride towards other people he will be facing in his time here.
AARON JONES
It's unfortunate for Mya who is so weak with herself that she has no chance of beating this insanity of a son of a bitch who will go out there and choke her out. I will win matches by any means necessary because we are wrestling for survival after all and if you don't fight for that, then what the fuck are you in the business for. All championship titles can be replaced. You don't need titles to know your the best wrestler in the world or that kind of crap. You go out there and win matches, simple as that, especially with the plague victim of Mya who will be beaten and bloodied by my own hands right about now.
Aaron received a knock on his cell door as he got up and the guards unlocked the doors for Aaron to go behind the curtain and wait to be called to the ring before the commentators discuss what Aaron mentioned and what his goals are.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
The following match is for one fall...
'Spit It Out' by Slipknot plays over the sounds system as Aaron Jones comes out wearing a blue and black mask across his nose and mouth from his coat, ignoring the fans as he turns his head to the cameras.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
Weighing in at two hundred five pounds and hailing from Dallas, Texas, he is THE INSANITY, AARON JONES!
He slides into the ring, before going on the turnbuckle and does a pose and people boo for him as he gets down from the turnbuckle, taking his coat off to drop it down to the floor and then sits behind a turnbuckle corner, waiting for his opponent to come out through the curtain.
'Pretty Little Psycho' by Porcelain Black comes on as Mya skips out to the stage and gives a small little wave, before skipping down to the ring.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
And his opponent... she hails from Chicago, Illinois, and weighs in at one hundred fifteen pounds, she is MYA DENTON!
Mya slides under the bottom rope and continues to skip inside the ring before she sits on the middle ropes, crossing her legs as she waits for her opponent.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
This will be something interesting. Jones versus Denton in what some will say, a mindfuck.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Mindfuck? Are you serious, Zant?
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Is there a problem, Modani?
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Nope! No problem.
The two are seen standing across each other and waiting in the corners. The ref looks at both competitors and then signals for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
The ref moves out of the way and the two circle each other. They lock up, but Aaron, who is bigger, is able to push her back, and she lands right on her ass. Her eyes look up at him and stands right back on up. Aaron doesn't even blink an eye. Mya stands up and charges at him, but in one swift move, he is able to take her down with a back elbow to her face. She drops to the mat and holds her face.
He picks her up and brings her to the corner and hits a series of knee strikes to her gut. She takes the shots, and he eventually stops. He grabs her arm and whips her to the other. He charges at her and goes for a running shoulder thrust, but she is able to get out of the way and he hits the pole.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Oh! That's going to hurt.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Glad I never was a wrestler. I wouldn't be able to handle it.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
You want to get in the ring with some of these crazies? I'm sure they'll welcome you with open arms.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Nope! Not going to happen.
Mya stands up and takes a breather. She knows she can't because she has to continue as she only has a small open window. She grabs him by the trunks and rams him back into the corner pole again. He slips through the middle ropes and lands on the outside. Mya gets on the side of the ring as Aaron stands up. She jumps in with a double ax handle but is quickly jabbed in the gut by Aaron. She hits the floor and holds her gut. Aaron then starts to hit a series of mudhole stomps into her and takes the shots as the ref starts to count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
I like this kid already. I believe that he possesses that "IT" factor.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
How can you say that? You're downgrading a former champion in Mya.
Aaron picks her up and whips her into the plexiglass, and her back hits it hard. She falls to the ground and begins to crawl away from Aaron. He followed her and picks her up. He whips her, but she counters, and he was whipped into steel steps hard. She shrugs it off as the ref is counting.
FOUR!
FIVE!
SIX!
Mya gets back into the ring as Aaron is seen getting up. He puts his hand on the steel steps to help him. He then gets up and gets in the ring. The match continues as we see Mya running in and hitting CRA CRA out of nowhere. She quickly covers.
ONE!
TWO!
THR--!
But the ref sees Aaron putting his foot on the bottom rope and forcing the stop to the count. Mya can't believe it as she thought she had this match won.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Awww....poor Mya. She thought she had this.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Why are you so hard on her? She's a great athlete.
Mya picks up Aaron and grabs him by the arm. She is about to whip him, but he doesn't budge. He whips her towards him and takes her down with a devastating clothesline that shakes her out of her boots. Aaron stands up and grabs her by the legs and puts it on the lower rope. He places his foot on her ankle and jumps up and lands right on her leg with such force.
He holds his arms up and starts to get cocky and arrogant. His back is turned, and Mya gets up slowly while her leg is limp. She hits a chop block to the back of his leg, and it drops him to his knees. She then rushes and goes for another Cra Cra, but he is able to duck. She turns around and gets kicked hard in the injured leg. He hits her with a standing Frankensteiner. He then locks in INSANITY CHOKE! Mya is fighting it but he wrenches in harder and she taps out.
DING! DING! DING!
WINNER: AARON JONES
The scene comes up inside of the cell of one Elijah Copeland. He's wearing a Copeland Era Black and Gold sleeveless shirt, blue denim loose-fitting jeans, a black dress shoes. He's sitting down on a nice comfy chair and leaning back against it as he grabs a glass of scotch on his side table. His eyes glance at the camera and begin to address Gabe Reno.
E L I J A H C O P E L A N D ⌐ golden standard ¬
You know, I came into this company to fight the toughest of the tough. Few weeks ago, I faced a loser who couldn't handle himself in the ring. But I can't say that same about Gabe Reno.
He takes a drink of his scotch and sets it down on his side table.
E L I J A H C O P E L A N D ⌐ golden standard ¬
Gabe, I know you want to fight Nikki but I'm sorry, you won't get it. You won't fight her as I don't believe that the WWH wants to have you as the poster boy for Sanatorium. When they want a poster boy, then they look at me, Elijah Copeland.
He puts his hands on the side of the chair and lifts himself off the chair. His eyes stay on the camera.
E L I J A H C O P E L A N D ⌐ golden standard ¬
Gabe, do you think you have a shot against me? I mean, look at me and look at you. You're not what people want to look up as Asylum Champion. Nah! when they look at a champion, they look at me. Tonight, I'm going to hurt you, and then send you packing. Tonight, your little fantasy about winning this tournament will be expired. Tonight, you're gonna crash and burn. After it's all said and done, I'm going to get to the finals, and I'm gonna win. I will face Nikki, and I will take her Asylum Championship.
He goes back and sits down on the chair and drinks his scotch as the scene gets back to the ring.
The camera pans around the Sanatorium battle zone. There were no lights or anything special going on. Just then 'Miseria Cantare' by AFI hits the speakers in the arena. The doors to the Sanatorium opens up.
♪ Love your hate, your faith lost, you are now one of us!
Love your hate, your faith lost, you are now one of us!
Love your hate, your faith lost, you are now one of us! ♪
Just then Elijah is seen coming through the open doors of the Sanatorium. He is seen wearing a black muscle shirt with "The Copeland Era" written on the front, black and gold trunks with Copeland written on the back in gold, black knee pads, black and gold boots, white wrapped up hand on his left hand, black wrist tape on his left, black dog tag with "Elijah Copeland" written in it, and a black sweatband up his arms with "Copeland" written in gold. He puts his wrist together and gets a huge smirk on his face. He looks around and nods.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
The following match is for one fall. Introducing first...
♪ Nothing, From nowhere, I am no one at all
Radiate, Recognize, One silent call
As we all form one dark flame
Incinerate. ♪
He starts walking down the aisle towards the ring. He gets towards the gates and we see a couple of orderlies opening it up for him. He gets ringside and walks towards the steps. He stops there for a few seconds.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
Weighing in at two hundred ten pounds, hailing from Lancaster, Pennsylvania...
♪ Nothing, From nowhere, I am no one at all
Radiate, Recognize, One silent call
As we all form one dark flame
As we all form one dark flame
As we all...♪
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
He is the GOLDEN STANDARD, ELIJAH COPELAND!
He slaps the steps a few times before walking up them. He walks alongside the edge of the ring. He enters it and walks towards the turnbuckle. He looks around at everything that is inside of this place and more. He takes off his dog tags and puts them in the corner. He then takes off his shirt and throws it to the ground. He waits patiently in the corner waiting for the opponent.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
And his opponent...
Darkness replaces the arena lights.
A golden spotlight shines on a hooded figure center stage.
The song "Golden Age" transitions,
with the simultaneous action of breaking the arms extended pose.
He flicks the hood off in a circle 360 jump toward the cameraman.
"I'M STILL HERE, BITCH!"
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
Weighing in at two hundred five pounds, hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada...
Reno hops onto the apron,
ascending the ropes with his middle finger waving at the crowd.
He soaks in the boos with his arms out again,
seemingly using it to power up before the bell.
Flipping into the ring he tosses his jacket at a ring hand with a smarmy smirk.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
HE IS GABE F'N RENO!
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Lots of back and forth talk between these two leading to this tournament match in the quarter finals. Reno certainly has a mouth on him, I just might be in love.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Elijah Copeland is loaded, I might be in love myself. Just think how many Louboutins that boy could buy.
Then the referee does the pre-match check to see they understand what the “rules” are and whatnot. Then Gabe tries to go in for a handshake to show sportsmanship. But as it appears Copeland is going to do it, he instead sticks his hands up and shouts,
E L I J A H C O P E L A N D ⌐ golden standard ¬
Elijah Copeland, Baby!
Then Gabe just shakes his head and starts to pace until Copeland is done. Then the referee signals for the bell. Then they lock up in a collar and elbow for a few moments to see who gets the first advantage.
Then Elijah manages to get the advantage first by first striking Gabe with multiple Shoot Kicks to his legs and rib cage. Then as Gabe tries to regain his breath, Elijah grabs Gabe and brings him to the mat with a Russian Legsweep but instead of letting go Elijah transitions into a Cross Armbar. Then the referee checks to see if Gabe gives in. Gabe looks at the referee and shouts,
GABE F'N RENO
Hell No!
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
That's my boy!
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Does he know he's your boy?
Then Gabe manages to get out of the Cross Armbar by getting up to a standing position and whips Elijah into the ropes and starts to do an athletic display of agility-based acumen before landing a High Dropkick onto Elijah. Then after a few moments, Gabe picks up Elijah in what appears to be a Pumphandle. But then as Gabe lifts him up for a move, Elijah rolls out and is now behind Gabe. Then Elijah gets a smirk across his face as he grabs ahold of Gabe’s waist and tosses him backwards with a Release German Suplex. Then as Gabe starts to move and gets up to one knee, Elijah runs at him and proceeds to land a Step-Up Axe Kick to Gabe. Then Gabe goes down as Elijah covers him and the referee goes down for the count…
ONE!
But Gabe kicks out at one and then Elijah gets up and gets in the referee’s face to indicate that it should have been a three count. Then as this is happening, Gabe begins to get up by using the ropes. Then Elijah sees and goes to attack Gabe but it is dodged and is met with a Pele Kick in return. Then Gabe starts to hype the crowd up as Elijah slowly starts to get up. Then Gabe starts to charge at Elijah, when Elijah suddenly and quickly hits him with a Superkick and then they both fall to the mat.
Then the referee starts a standing ten count…
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Come on, guys! Can't end like this! You can do it!
Elijah and Gabe start to stir as the referee continues the count…
SIX!
SEVEN!
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Attaboy!
Then both are up at the count of seven. Then they charge at each other and start wailing one each other. Until Elijah manages to sneak in a knee to the gut and then picks up Gabe and slams him onto his knee with Shin Breaker which is then quickly followed up with a Leg-Hook Saito Suplex. Then Elijah gets a smirk across his face as he goes to pick up Gabe but as he does, like a lightning bolt, Gabe quickly grabs Elijah and drops him with an Impact Drop-style Suplex. Then Gabe quickly kips us and hypes the crowd once more. Then he heads to the corner and seemingly pulls out a phone. Then after a few moments, Elijah has gotten up and sees that Gabe’s back is turned and goes to try and attack him. But Gabe turns around and shows that he is on the phone and tells Elijah to hold on. Then he motions that whomever is on the phone wants to talk to Elijah. Elijah takes the phone and then tries to talk into it. Then as Elijah is trying to do so, Gabe sneaks up by springing onto the ropes and dropping him with the Radical Reflex (a Springboard Moonsault into an Inverted DDT.) Then he scales up to the top rope and then proceeds to hype the crowd once more before landing his finisher, the Rated R. Then he quickly covers Elijah as the referee makes the count…
ONE!
TWO!
As it appears Elijah is going to kick out, the referee’s hand goes down for...
THREE!
Then “Golden Age” by Woodkid begins to play as Gabe slowly raises and the referee raises his hand in victory. As orderlies and other staff are seen helping Elijah out of the ring. Then Gabe gingerly climbs the turnbuckles and hypes the crowd one more time before exiting the ring and heading to the back.
WINNER: GABE RENO
Christy is as usual inside her cell.
CHRISTY WINTERS
To be honest, Kiki, I don't know if it was you or you buddy Sin, all I know was I was denied training time for our match, but I'm not going to sit here and complain about something I obviously have no control over.
Kiki, I need this more than you, I need this to get out of these shitty living conditions I've had to endure since entering this stinking hell hole, and I deserve all the privileges that come with winning this tournament, you honestly don't. I'm pissed off knowing you have better accommodations than me, and now I unfortunately have to make you suffer, Kiki, we've tangled in the ring before, although it required your little running buddy Sin to beat me.
Kiki whatever I do to you tonight, you can rest assured it was god damn personal, and done all the malice and hatred that runs through my veins.
Christy stands up and headbutts the wall.
CHRISTY WINTERS
Time to suffer, Kiki, time to suffer.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
The following match is for one fall. Introducing first, weighing in at one hundred twenty five pounds, hailing from Long Beach, California...
'Make Them Suffer' plays Christy makes her way to the ring, attempting to attack anyone who attempts to touch her, she slides under the ropes and sits in the corner.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
She is CHRISTY WINTERS!
The sound of “SleepWalking” by Diamante is heard over the sound system. Out onto the stage area steps the tentative woman Kiera Kartharsies. Her bright blue and dark black hair covering her face.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
And her opponent... weighing in at one hundred fifteen pounds, hailing from Ithaca, New York...
Locking her elbows with her hands behind her back, she slowly moves down to the ring. Once to the ring, she lays on the apron, then lays down to roll under the bottom rope.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
She is KIKI KATHARSIES!
Once in the ring, she moves to the nearest corner and crouches down as though hiding from someone or something. After a moment or two there, “SleepWalking” fades to silence.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
KiKi certainly showed a more confident side to her earlier in the week with her recorded session with the doctor, though she seems to be her usual self so far. Will that more dominant persona shine through tonight?
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Bitches be frontin'. Sin's gonna eat her for breakfast when the time comes. She might have a prayer here if Winters is as sleep depped as is rumored from working on the motor pool, though.
Our match between Christy Winters and Kiera Katharsies begins with a lockup, both women jockeying for control before Winters is able to get it with a bit of a struggle! Winters looks for a Full Nelson, and tries to drive Kiera down to her knees to go for an early Facebuster, but Kiera fights back with rough back elbows to the jaw and skull of Winters! Winters stumbles, and Kiera rolls through her legs and looks for a Scorpion Kick, but Winters manages to counter this into a Boston Crab-AND INTO A DOWNWARD LEAPING BACKBREAKER ONTO KIERA! Winters’ knees drive themselves into Kiera’s lower spine, and Kiera cries out in pain.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Oh, wow, ouch! Christy is out to deliver a message and make quick work of this stage of the tournament, it seems.
Winters looks to follow through into a Rolling Boston crab, but Kiera’s able to manage an impressive Headscissor Takedown to drive Winters into the canvas, rolling on top of Winters and blasting her with rough mounted punches until the referee forces her off! Kiera rolls off of Winters, and hits the ropes as Winters pulls back to her knees-DROPKICK TO CHRISTY WINTERS! Kiera covers!
ONE!
TW-NO! WINTERS KICKS OUT!
Winters manages a surprising counter as Kiera tries to get her up for the Alarm Bells, getting Kiera onto her shoulders for a Samoan Drop! She slams Kiera into the canvas, and hits the ropes to look for a running knee strike, but Kiera manages to take her down with an ankle kick and transitions into an Ankle Lock! She grapevines the hold, and tries to force a tap on Winters, but Winters fights against it!
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
I don't like Christy Winters, but I do respect her. She's one tough cookie, and I'd be shocked if she tapped right here.
Sure enough, Winters pushes to the ropes, and manages to break the submission! Winters tries to pull up to her feet for a single leg dropkick, favoring her healthier leg, and she NAILS Kiera! She follows up with a big spinning sidewalk slam into the canvas, and throws herself over Kiera for a cover!
ONE!
TWO!!-NO! KIERA KICKS OUT!
Winters transitions into another Boston Crab, trying to break Kiera’s back and forcing leverage down on the hold! Kiera cries out in pain as Winters applies more and more pressure, trying to force a tap-out!
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
And now she pays the favor back!
Kiera fights against it, trying to get to the ropes, but Winters rolls through into a sturdier Boston Crab, before forcing Kiera to arch her back, pressing her knee into Kiera’s back and applying more and more pressure! Kiera cries out, and scrambles for the ropes with one last burst of energy-AND SHE GETS THEM! She breaks the submission!
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Narrow avoidance for KiKi, but will she be able to compete with so much savaging of her spine?
Winters looks frustrated, and stomps hard on Kiera’s back, before trying for another Boston Crab-but Kiera has this one scouted and takes Winters down with a big headscissor takedown! She manages to scramble to her feet, and tries for a Low Drop Kick to follow up, driving her boots into Winters’ skull! Winters goes down hard, and Kiera covers!
ONE!
TWO!!
THR-NO! WINTERS KICKS OUT!
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
She may not be as hurt as she seems, enough to swing that takedown and snap off a bit of a dropkick, but not quite enough to get it done here yet.
Kiera looks focused, and pulls Winters to her feet, slapping her in the face-but Winters returns with a much harder slap! Both women exchange rough strikes in the center of the ring, moving from slaps to punches and then to forearms, each woman looking closer and closer to securing leverage! Kiera hits Winters with a wicked hard slap, before LEVELING her with a back spin kick that sends a cloud of spit from Winters’ mouth across the ring! Kiera goes to the middle rope to look for her Alarm Bells Facebuster, but as she leaps for it-WINTERS CATCHES HER-MASSIVE DOUBLE LEG SPINEBUSTER! Kiera crashes to the canvas hard, and Winters pushes forward into a pin!
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE-NO! KIERA KICKS OUT!
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
KiKi might be beyond being able to make a comeback here, especially if Christy can work her spine again.
Winters drags Kiera up, looking as though she’s had enough! She drills Kiera in the midsection, and goes for her Severe Brain Damage Spike Piledriver-but Kiera manages to counter it into a roll-through! She goes to the ropes, looking for Alarm Bells, but Winters catches her with a kick to the midsection as she goes for it! Kiera bends in half, laying motionless in the ring as Winters looks her over. Winters stomps her in the head repeatedly, trying to do heavy damage to the head and neck! She rolls Kiera over, and postures over her for a moment, before pulling her up for the Severe Brain Damage-BUT KIERA COUNTERS IT AT THE LAST SECOND, HOOKING THE ARMS-VERTEBREAKER INTO THE CANVAS!
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Winters might be out!
Kiera drags her to the turnbuckles, and lays her head and neck on the ropes before going to the top rope-ALARM BELLS TO SEND WINTERS’ THROAT INTO THE ROPES AND THEN HER SKULL INTO THE CANVAS! KIERA COVERS!
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
WINNER: KIERA KATHARSIES!
The scene is seen backstage at the current Sanatorium show where there's many people walking around. One of the people who is seen backstage is the Lead Interviewer, Ace Michaels. He Is seen getting ready to interview some people. He looks into the camera.
LEAD INTERVIEWER | ACE MICHAELS
Hey all, welcome to another episode of Ace TV. My guests at this time is The Order of The Soulless. Welcome to Ace TV!
Then after a few moments, 'We Are The Many' by Caliban plays as "The Soulless King" Gary Black and "The Unstoppable Killing Machine" Phantom walk in and sit down.
LEAD INTERVIEWER | ACE MICHAELS
My first question is. Please tell the Sanatorium show viewers on how you got to W.W.H. and Sanatorium?
THE SOULLESS KING | GARY BLACK
We both came here after a mass exodus from a previous company called T.W.E. To answer the other part, we tried to be on Dystopia for awhile but after they retired the Hardcore/Extreme Underground Title, I just couldn't find my footing anymore.
Then Phantom motions he would like to speak. Gary nods and motions the floor is his.
THE UNSTOPPABLE KILLING MACHINE | PHANTOM
The same thing for me. But after a very violent and explosive feud with a now former competitor, I couldn't find anymore who would fight me in extreme settings. Plus, I prefer to do my "speaking" in the ring and not through speaking. So, I am done talking.
LEAD INTERVIEWER | ACE MICHAELS
Do you have any future plans here not only at W.W.H. but on Sanatorium?
THE SOULLESS KING | GARY BLACK
Well, the only titles I haven't challenged for here on Sanatorium are the Demolition and the Underground. For the W.W.H. as whole, you will just to have wait and see like the rest.
LEAD INTERVIEWER | ACE MICHAELS
That sounds great to me! If there was a Trios Championship titles, you would be the front runners in that. Congratulations on what you have accomplished here at W.W.H.!
THE SOULLESS KING | GARY BLACK
Thank you, Ace. I guess we would since we do have two sets of trios on either show. I would be happy if the Order of the Soulless held them regardless of who the actual holders are. Because if these did exist and we were the holders of them, we would most definitely use the Freebird Rule.
LEAD INTERVIEWER | ACE MICHAELS
I know that you all have matches probably to do. Thank you so very much for being on Ace TV.
THE SOULLESS KING | GARY BLACK
You're welcome, Mister Michaels. You have a good day and if you ever want us on again, just ask Warden Eden and I am sure she can make it happen. But to the rest of the roster here at the Sanatorium or the W.W.H. as a whole, be prepared for a KILLER BLACKOUT if you ever want to mess with us.
Then they get up with devilish smiles on their faces and head out. Then Ace has a look of worry but then shakes it off as the scene fades to black.
Open to a court room, brown mahogany polished wood, cool looks accompanied by visibly hot tempers. Gabe Reno sits as the accused next to his longtime attorney, Benjamin K. The arrogant stepping prosecution lawyer is interviewing a key witness on the stand. The scowl of the judge paints holes in the jurors, the sweaty bailiff with a steady hand clicking his holster button on and off eagerly, the court reporter looks overwhelmed. Tension builds with every insulting angled question. Gabe's fist clinch, resting his forehead toward the Judge, but eyes trickling with menace toward the witness.
"This son of a bitch..."
A condemning piece of evidence is revealed during cross examination. The witness purposely waiting until Gabe's attorney was asking him about it before dropping the fuck-your-freedom bomb. Great guy. Benjamin K's case rests after getting blindsided and having no true recoil to defend Reno. He leans over to whisper "I'm sorry, dude. We'll see if you can plead out, maybe just do some time at a nice facility..." Gabe's eyes fixed on the witness' smug demeanor, know he just put Gabe away with that testimony. The witness gets to the door, then turns back to fine Gabe's eyes, Gabe can't contain himself. He flies across the courtroom in his fleeting moments of having choices. He taps the witness on the shoulder as he turns toward the exit. He turns around to a flurry of fists to the face.
"Hey, picture this!"
"This son of a bitch..."
A condemning piece of evidence is revealed during cross examination. The witness purposely waiting until Gabe's attorney was asking him about it before dropping the fuck-your-freedom bomb. Great guy. Benjamin K's case rests after getting blindsided and having no true recoil to defend Reno. He leans over to whisper "I'm sorry, dude. We'll see if you can plead out, maybe just do some time at a nice facility..." Gabe's eyes fixed on the witness' smug demeanor, know he just put Gabe away with that testimony. The witness gets to the door, then turns back to fine Gabe's eyes, Gabe can't contain himself. He flies across the courtroom in his fleeting moments of having choices. He taps the witness on the shoulder as he turns toward the exit. He turns around to a flurry of fists to the face.
"Hey, picture this!"
Court room Bailiffs and legal assistants scour the floor incapacitated.
Layers of bodies groaning on top of each other like a cartoon all-star battle.
Gabe lifts his bloody head,
looking across in horror at Benjamin K laying on the ground with a letter opener through his ear.
Blood seeps out as SWAT enters to clear the room,
following the Judge's instructions.
Reno gets a knee to the back, then goes unconscious.
ꂅภᎠ Ϯ♅ꂅ ᕱოᕱᏃԾภ
Back in a courtroom some weeks later with a state appointed trial douchebag. Gabe sits restless, unhappy with his representation. Everyone stands, then sits anxiously awaiting the make or break moment. The Judge reads the verdict after Benjamin K's plan never came to fruition, since he was too dead to present it.
"Mr.Reno, on the arson case with the help of eye-witness testimony, you were found to be not only guilty, but involved in a cover up that involved intimidation, threats of all kinds, and a planned kidnapping. Your lawyer died in a brawl in this very room, a brawl that you started that only served to prove all these things true.
What you have to say for yourself may be reasonable for you, but to no other adult with working morals so they make sense. But, as much as I would love to condemn that behind very solid bars, I truly believe you don't know the difference, yet I do think you know you were doing wrong and should not be eligible for a simple mental hospital.
Where does that leave us? Long ago, the state had special issues and experiments at undisclosed locations, that quite frankly, I had imagined for obvious reasons to have been exterminated long ago. It turns out, I underestimated my country's love for my profession. Mr.Reno, it is with great pleasure, and in the memory of men who served in this court and died for it, like your attorney did valiantly,
for me to assign you to the Sanatorium!"
The courtroom loses its shit with rumors and innuendo, everyone has to get on Twitter, like, yesterday- 'cause YOLO.
Pulled out in cuffs through the lobby to get to booking, Gabe is surrounded by so much media that the guards can't get through. They shout questions at him like
"Gabe, how do you like the verdict!?"
or "Mr.Reno, are you familiar with soap on a rope??"
and even, "Gabe where does this rank in your life of failure, top three, or??"
Finally, he looks at the camera with some semblance of reality setting in.
Gazing toward the bright portable lights and boom mics above his head.
"It ranks in the top two."
Guards push him slowly through the crowd, the follow up with "which top two??"
He turns his head back as he is thrusted forward.
"Top two things I hate!"
As he is pushed through the office door into booking a final reporter blurts "what is number one!?"
"Amazons, I want to end them all!"
He looks over the clerks shoulder as they strip his possessions,
seeing a picture of Nikki Caldwell on an Asylum event newspaper clip.
"WHAT!? No! NOT ON MY WATCH!
NOoOooOOooOooOOoooOo!"
He grabs a letter opener from the desk,
and tosses a perfect strike to her head on the news clipping.
The truth lingers over the scene like a bad batch of hydroponics.
How many people can do that with a letter opener?
Determined, a moment of solace, and a whisper to himself...
Sorry my brother, Benjamin, but I had to get to Sanatorium.
You served your purpose my friend.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
The following match is for one fall. Introducing first...
'Nothing More' by Christ Copyright shudders onto the loudspeakers. V walks to the fucking ring.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
Weighing in at two hundred forty pounds, he is V!
The lights go out in the arena as 'Trust' by Fire From The Gods begins to play.
♪ Do you wanna hear it from another liar?
Do you wanna hear it from another hypocrite?
Who will you trust?
WHO WILL YOU TRUST? ♪
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
And his opponent...
Suddenly the lights begin flashing different shades of red as an intense Jacob Knight bursts through the curtains to an overwhelming wave of boos. He lets out a scream as he looks over the crowd before him, a look of disgust on his face from the reaction of the crowd. Not wishing to waste any time, he begins walking down the ramp to the ring, nodding his head to the music. He walks up the ring steps and onto the apron, walking to the center of it before turning towards the audience shouting "WHO'S WITH ME!?" and raising his fist. Few cheer as they are drowned out by the sound of boos from fans around them, resulting in Jacob spitting on the floor at ringside in front of them before stepping through the ropes and asking the same question to the other side. As the chorus kicks in again, Jacob rushes to the corner and hops up on the second rope, pointing back toward the stage as he mouths the lyrics.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
Weighing in at two hundred thirty five pounds, he hails from New York City, HEADSTRONG, JACOB KNIGHT!
♪ Do you wanna hear it from another coward?
Do you wanna hear it from another hypocrite?
THEY WON'T SAVE US!
WHO WILL YOU TRUST? ♪
Afterwards, he hops off the rope and leans back against the turnbuckles, ready for this match to start.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
These past couple of weeks, we haven't heard anything from the savior of Sanatorium, Jacob Knight! He wants to be the hero that this brand needs but was silent.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Maybe his mind was at ease? After all, a hero doesn't say a word! They let their actions speak for themselves!
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Anyway, this is the next matchup putting Jacob Knight against V. Last time these two met, it was at Dreamstate.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
I pray that Jacob redeems himself. He needs it badly.
The ref looks at the two as they wait in the corners. He then signals for the bell so the match can begin.
DING! DING! DING!
The two look at each other and they then lock up. Jacob Knight is able to move forward and put V against the corner. But V is able to hit a stiff knee to his gut. They release against each other, and V hits a right hook to his face. He then picks him up in a flapjack and drops him on the top of the rope. Jacob tries to breathe, but he can't.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Seem your boy can't breathe, Modani.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Don't count him out, Van Zant. Knight is a fighter, and he'll come back.
V picks him up and brings him towards the corner and hits a hard knife edge chop to his chest. You can see the pain on his face from that shot. V then grabs his arm and whips him into the corner. Knight rested there until V comes charging, but Jacob is able to put his foot up and hit V in the face. V moves back as he holds his face, and Jacob charges into him and takes him down with a solid Clothesline. He picks him up and brings him to the side rope and begins to hit a series of knee strikes to his gut.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Knight is finally doing something. At least he's putting up somewhat of a fight.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Somewhat? Look at this man, Van Zant! This man is the future of this brand. He'll beat V and move on.
He brings him out and puts him under his arm. He then goes for a snap suplex, but V is able to counter. He knees Knight in the gut and then brings his knee up and nails him in the face. He grabs him and throws him over the ropes. Knight lands on the ground hard, and that's when V gets out of the ring. He goes towards Knight and grabs him by the head and throws him against the Plexiglass. The back of Knight's neck hits hard.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
HA! KNIGHT IS HURT!
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Hey, leave him alone.
V just leans against the ring and gets a hurt smirk on his face. He then moves forward and grabs Knight. He then slams him against the steel steps head first. Knight isn't moving much, and V looks around. He looks down at Knight not moving.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Knight isn't moving. Come on, Knight! Get up and fight. Your followers need you.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
His campaign #CloseTheSanatorium isn't working right now. So sad to see that happening.
Knight uses the steps and slowly stands up. You see the blood coming down from his head. Knight gets in the ring and stands up slowly. He is up and V charges in and drops him with a spear. He shakes his head and picks him up again and puts him on his shoulders in a fireman's carry and drops him with a reverse piledriver that he likes to call REXALL! He covers him and puts his forearm on his chin.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING! DING! DING!
WINNER: V
When we enter once again on Mara Soverna, she’s got her head pressed to the cold tile wall of her cell. Her eyes are forced closed as she enters into a meditative state, thinking on her match ahead in just a bit of time. She’s dressed in her ‘ring gear’, if one could call it that, but she doesn’t seem to quite be mentally ready. Her hair is tied back into a singular braid, and she is still. Unmoving. Waiting.
Moments pass, and an orderly comes by. A few guards join them as they prepare to transport Mara to the ring, but Mara doesn’t seem to heed them. Instead, she’s fixated on something clawing at the back of her mind.
You still hear me, don’t you?
MARA SOVERNA
Fuck off.
Ignore me all you like. I’ll have yours soon, too.
The orderly finally enters the cell and grabs Mara’s shoulder, and she swings around-but stops herself short. The orderly and guards laugh as she comes back to reality, and the orderly claps her on the shoulder.
ORDERLY
Fight time, Girl. You ready for this one?”
He chuckles. Mara grits her teeth.
MARA SOVERNA
Of course I am. Now get your hand the fuck off me.
Mara pushes past the orderly and into the chains of the guards as they transport her to the backstage area for her match...
Cut To: Unknown
A single exposed bulb flickers in an overhead fixture, its dim lighting casting as many shadows as it is chasing away from the small square card table directly underneath of it. A teapot sits just off-center in the middle of the table, the white and blue pattern discolored by the harsh golden hue. Matching cups and saucers are placed in front of each of the four occupied chairs around it.
As the camera fully focuses we see Sin sitting at one end of the table, her chair pushed back a bit, one leg crossed over the other. To her right is a large rodent plushie. To her left, and just a bit bigger, a rabbit. Directly across from her is an oversized stuffed Mad Hatter with bits of dirt and some other substance smeared various places along its body and hat.
She turns her head a bit to the left as if she is listening to someone speak.
SIN
Well, I’m sorry I was late, Mr. Hare. With the way things have been lately, can you blame me?
Her head turns to the right and she nods.
SIN
I agree. Kiki is such an ungrateful little bitch.
And then back to the rabbit.
SIN
Oh, I know. All the help I gave her and she repays me by trying to be a thief. Just anoth-
She stops mid-sentence and jerks her head straight, shooting a glare at the Hatter.
SIN
No one asked your opinion.
Fingers curl around her cup and she lifts it to take a sip.
SIN
It’s not even been a full day yet and I’m already regretting pulling you from the grave.
She rolls her eyes.
SIN
I knew I would. I know you’re supposed to let the dead rest but isn’t it so much more fun to play with them?
There is a pause for an unheard response and then she made a hmph noise.
SIN
Next time I can always invite the cat.
The stuffed animals to each side of her clearly don’t like that idea by her follow-up.
SIN
That’s what I thought.
Her eyes drift between those two for a moment and then she laughs.
SIN
You guys are right. He does look much nicer this way.
And then to the rabbit,
SIN
Oh, that’s a tough one. Depends, really. For this-
Her head jerks straight at the Mad Hatter again.
SIN
I’m getting really sick of being interrupted.
A pause and then a small sigh.
SIN
Fine. Since you have so much to fucking say and are the only one with experience, what do you think Kiki would look like dead?
The cup she had been holding was now dangling off the tip of a finger, swaying back and forth gently over the floor.
SIN
Already a porcelain doll? For once, Hatter, you just might be correct, So pretty … but so very fragile.
Lips spread into a wicked smirk.
SIN
With intent and a bare minimum of effort …
She moves her finger just enough for the cup to fall to the floor. The camera zooms in on the splinters and shards, surprisingly dry.
SIN
I’ll shatter her.
Four sets of laughter can be heard for a few seconds and then the camera cuts out.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
The following match is for ONE FALL, and is the MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING...
Sov approaches the ring with a hooded sleeveless jacket on, her head down as 'Gods in Heat' blares out through the speakers.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
Introducing first, she hails from The Black Mirror and weighs in at one hundred forty five pounds...
She drops her hood down, and approaches the ring, a steadfast look on her face as she rolls in, bowing before her opponent. Not one for pageantry, she usually rolls to the corner and prepares for the match with little hesitation.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
THE GIRL FROM NOWHERE... MARA SOVERNA!
The opening to 'Beast' by Rabbit Junk crashes over the Sanatorium arena as the house lights lower and a red spotlight narrows in on the entrance stage--
♪ I am a beast-- ♪
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
And her opponent, she is the current WWH Underground Champion, hailing from Wonderland and weighing in at one hundred twenty pounds...
Sin Draven steps out on the top of the ramp with the Underground Championship over one shoulder. She raises the opposite arm slowly up and out from her side and drops it back down sexily with a swing of her hips. She blows a sarcastic kiss to the crowd and then makes her way down the ramp, not a fan friendly person and never being close enough for anyone to touch her or try and get a high five on her way.
RING ANNOUNCER | ZANE MULHOLLAND
She is THE DIVA OF THE DAMNED... SIN!
♪ Out come my claws better watch out where you step
'Cause the beast has been released and she’s not going to repent
Watch your step
The beast is free ♪
She climbs in the ring and the lights hold a steady red now as she repeats her earlier sexy movement. The house lights come back up.
The bell rings and the two women surge together from out of their respective corners, not locking up but instead throwing frenetic fists at each other.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Whoah! Both these women coming out of the gate with pure ruthlessness and unbridled aggression.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Just like we like to see here on Sanatorium. Both are showing the kind of intensity that's a testament to deserving how far they've gotten in this tournament.
The punches begin to wobble them both, slowing their pace, and finally the smaller Sin falls back against the ropes. Mara takes full advantage by surging forward and whipping her off the ropes, setting up for what looks like a shoulderblock and caught off guard by a last minute basement dropkick that takes her off her feet. Sin starts immediately trying to grapevine her legs, to tie her up and slow the pace of the match enough to recover, but Mara kicks free. Both women roll to their feet into fighter's stances, more wary of each other this time, and the crowd cheers for their effort even if neither are usually super-likeable.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Sin has shown an enormous amount of growth over the last year and change she's been in Sanatorium, taking the raw training she had coming in and building it with experience-- and she hasn't lost yet, which is incredible-- meanwhile Mara's come in so hot she's practically ablaze, never failing to do something that makes even me cringe every time we see her.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
If anyone could stop Sin's dominant winning streak, it might be Mara. This match is super heated, and the winner will go on to face V, who won earlier tonight. Either Sin will have to face her alleged paramour, or Mara will have to face him after taking down his lady, and I can't figure which scenario just might be more interesting.
After a pause, they surge together again, this time to lock up. Mara takes the quick advantage, but instead of trying to overpower her Sin uses her momentum to roll backwards, taking her down to the mat and throwing a few hard fast punches. She scrambles to her feet, hitting the ropes as Mara sits up and nailing an overcastle-style flip-over neckbreaker. Scooting in for the pin--
ONE!
TWO!-- Kickout!
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
That was an interesting maneuver, don't think I've seen Sin break that out before.
Sin grabs Mara by the head and picks her up, but Mara cuts her off and starts throwing punches again. A kick to the midsection, and Mara hooks her for a fast but impactful DDT. Sin rolls out of the ring semi-lucid but with enough ring awareness to make herself unpinnable, and Mara follows her.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Sin's pulling herself up near the Plexiglas barricade when Mara catches up, throwing punches and slamming Sin's head into the barrier.
FIVE!
SIX!
She grabs her and throws her into an adjacent barricade, then grabs her by the hair and rolls her back in the ring to break up the count. Mara lifts Sin with raw power and hits Transient Programming (Neckbreaker into a Butterfly Suplex).
ONE!
TWO!
THR-- NO!
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
Clever, Mara knew she could use the barricade to soften Sin up, but also knew she couldn't win the match out there. I imagine a double countout like just happened on Dystopia's last show would've put a hitch in the tournament proceedings.
Mara hauls her up again, going for a gutwrench, but Sin spins out, whipping Mara into a corner with power and following her with a clothesline before she can even blink, stepping back and throwing a hard elbow into her face. Irish whip, double reversal and Mara goes chest-first into the turnbuckle she just came out of. She falls to all fours and Sin drops an elbow into her spine.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Sin turning the tables quickly on Mara after almost being out of the game. She may be small, but she's tougher than a Denny's steak.
Mara starts to rise again and Sin grabs her by the hair and slams her to her back. The referee warns her to keep it clean. Mara into the far corner, but this time she's on guard, and Sin eats a boot when she charges in. She's staggered, and Mara takes advantage with a hard clothesline, getting fired up and screaming at her to get back up. Sin swings a clothesline and Mara ducks it, managing to hit an STO with a bit of a hair pull in retaliation for Sin's. Mara's swinging fists down on Sin, Sin manages to throw her off but is staggered and stumbles back into a turnbuckle. Mara charges in, only to eat a turnbuckle as Sin counters.
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
I'd wonder if she wasn't playing a little bit of possum, but with the strength of that STO, it might be better attributed to good ring awareness.
Sin grabs her and smashes her face into it again, then drags her towards the center and smacks her upside the head savagely in what might be better described as a chop to the side of the head than a slap. Mara crawls to the ropes, but Sin catches her on the middle with a leg-driven choke, then turns her to springboard her throat-first into the top rope. Mara's staggered as she falls back in the ring, and Sin kicks her a few times before slapping on a camel clutch, applying fishhooks to the mouth when the referee's at an angle where he can't see what she's doing well. Mara starts to fight free, only to get a blow right between her strained shoulderblades. Mara's crawling for the ropes, and this time Sin's letting her, taking a step back.
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Oh, it might be time for--
COLOR COMMENTATOR | HEL MODANI
666!
Indeed, Sin slams knees-first into Mara's face with her patented tiger feint kick.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
'Beast' by Rabbit Junk blares over the speakers. Sin rises, and the referee raises her hand. At the top of the stage, V walks out.
PLAY BY PLAY COMMENTATOR | GIA VAN ZANT
Oh boy. Was this just a pyrrhic victory?
He looks... concerned, forehead lined, but his jaw's squared tight with lines of muscle jutting out from it. The two stare at each other from their respective positions, as we fade to black.