Northern Carnage Wrestling: The Doomed Rejuvenation (2017) Chapter 3: NCW Rejuvenation Part Three, a X-overs + Wrestling Crossover fanfic

-NCW Hypersonic Championship-

Ladder War III

Bolin vs. Aang vs. Hernan Ortiz vs. Roadkill vs. X-Virus vs. Zach Cage

The camera peels back to reveal the ring to now be surrounded by an assortment of ladders, two of which are positioned in the aisle. High above the ring is the Hypersonic Championship, which dangles from a cable connecting to the catwalk just below the ceiling.

"Ladies and Gentleman the following bout is Ladder War Three! And Is For The NCW Hypersonic Championship!" Stephen DeAngelis announces which raises the anticipation of the near 5,000 in the NCW Arena.

"Walk" by Pantera begins to play as the arena is shrouded in a green hue with a golden glow orientating from the stage causing a pop to occur from the crowd.

"RE-"
"-SPECT"
"WALK"
"WHAT DID YOU SAY!?"

The crowd continues to sing the chorus of the song before dissolving into thunderous cheers as the most popular wrestler in Northern Carnage Wrestling steps out being followed by his girlfriend.

"Introducing first accompanied to the ring by Opal. From Republic City, weighing in at 219 lbs., this is Bolin!" Stephen DeAngelis announces.

"And you heard the new weight, 219 lbs. Bolin has been rigorously training to avoid a year of rung rust for he is not signed to any other company. He bleeds NCW, he has waited for the companies return and tonight in order to become a THREE TIME Hypersonic Champion, he must climb the ladder once more." Joey explains.

"Longest Reigning Champion when the belt was known as the X-Pro title, he retrieved it again when it was renamed the Hypersonic title in a 5 star bout against Aang. He was stripped like all the other champions when NCW went on hiatus. Can he do it a third time…..1 in 6 chance says no!" Critic declares.

As Bolin makes it to the end of the entry way, his music fades and the lights switch to a new color scheme. The arena now takes on a dark blue hue as "Scorched Ops" by Scott Reinward begins to play. The crowd are split for the entering wrestler, smoke pouring across the stage that said wrestler and his manger emerge from.

"Accompanied to the ring by his manager who would like to be referred to as the Gold Tycoon, Varrick! From the Southern Air Temple, weighing in at 205 lbs., this is THE Avatar Aang!" Stephen announces to a split difference from the crowd.

"Bolin and Aang's rivalry all began in 2015 at WrestleWars III when Varrick turned on Bolin to allow Aang to win the X-Pro Title. There second encounter led to a victory for Bolin. But with four other men competing in this match, will we see a similar outcome between the two?" Joey asked.

"…..I don't know, that's why we are going to have a match, to find out!" Critic stated.

As Aang reached the end of the ramp, his music cuts and the lights in the NCW Arena go dark save for a few red Xs being illuminated onto the crowd and one large X appearing on the ring. White noise can be heard blaring through the speakers before a emergency radio broadcast is heard.

"This Is An Emergency News Bulletin. A Virus Is Rapidly Spreading Across The Country And Nearing Your Area. Take Shelter In The Nearest Building, Do Not Attempt To Leave. Seal Yourself In And Keep Away From The Outside World."

The broadcast is suddenly cut off and replaced by static. Soon, the lights in the NCW Arena gradually turn a crimson red as "Everybody Down" by Nonpoint begins to play. A man in grey trunks steps out through the melting pot, his face concealed with a black mask with a large red X on the front.

"Now approaching the ring, his hometown unknown. Weighing in at 203 lbs. This is X-Virus!" Stephen DeAngelis announced to a chorus of boos.

"The mysterious individual that was set to debut back in 2016….but of course OTHER things got in the way of that." Joey groans.

"Well he'll just fall into obscurity with all the other 9 million masked wrestlers." Critic states.

X-Virus begins his slow trek down the ramp to the ring, but going just a bit too slow for the production truck. The lights begin to cycle quickly through all the colors of the rainbow as X-Virus's theme is replaced by the 2012 remix of "Modest" by Prexowhy?gen. White smoke ascends through the grated stage and consumes the mouth of the melting pot. Suddenly a man in a white jacket and identity now concealed with a matching white lucha libre mask adorn with a fox theme, burst through the smoke pumping his fist in the air for a crowd the begins to come alive for him.

"From San Diego, California, weighing in tonight at 195 lbs. This is Hernan Ortiz!" Stephen announces.

"Will tonight bet the night Hernan claims NCW silver? He previously won the old XW Championship before that developmental was replace by Allegheny Mountain Wrestling. But for a man who has been with the company for a good few years he has nothing to show for it. He recently has rebranded himself with a mask that was his father's and grandfather's and hoping connecting more with his heritage will final bring him a championship." Joey states.

"Who the hell would want to wear a 40 year old mask?" Critic questions. "You either burn it for who knows how disease ridden it is or sell it on eBay and make a small fortune."

"…any other insults?" Joey asks as Hernan rushed down the ramp.

"Oh Joey, you know I got an arsenal full of insults." Critic declares as the lights go completely dark once more. A lone red light weakly begins to pulse but as the music revs up, the light grows stronger and stronger before the vocals begin for "Come Alive" by Dale Oliver. Coming through the melting pot is man covered head to toe in a menacing get-up which includes a red and black skull for a mask and a red and black attire that would remind many of early mask Kane two decades prior.

"Weighing in at 200 lbs., this is ROADKILL!" Stephan DeAngelis announces to a mixed reaction that leans closer to boos.

"Roadkill is a veteran in NCW but also got nothing to show for it. If you recall, he wrestled at the first WrestleWars against none other than Rob Van Dam who was acting General Manager at that time. He since has been on and off in the developmental in XW and AMW, in fact feuding on and off with the other masked wrestlers down there such as Deadly Violence and even X-Virus." Joey states.

"He is the original concept art for X-Virus, and I thought we chucked him in the trash like all the other first tries." Critic says as Roadkill reached the end of the ramp as for the final time the color scheme switches to a vibrant blue and pulsing white as "Oh No" by Goodbye June begins to play. The crowd cheers as the lesser known of the two Cages rushes out onto the stage, pumped up himself and trying to boost the energy of the crowd.

"And the final participant, from Chicago, Illinois. Weighing in tonight at 201 lbs., this is Zach Cage!" Stephen DeAngelis announces.

"When we last saw Zach Cage, we saw him gain a victory few thought he had in him. He beat Chris House and as such has gained a gradual following in the time between then and now. He's had his eye on this prize for many years, and would love to finally claim it for himself." Joey states.

"Well his brother's shadow has made Zach's surroundings so dark he has yet to find his way in the world….and that'll continue tonight, I guarantee." Critic decrees.

Zach shakes many of the hands of the fans situated along either side of the ramp, before sliding into the ring as the music gradual subsides. Simultaneously, the house lights are slowly restored to reveal all the ladders standing were resting against the barricades. All six wrestlers were now in the ring, the first four entrants having taken a corner while Zach and Roadkill back up to opposite ends of the ropes. A mayhem featuring metal was about to erupt…

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"Shot 'Em" by [Q]Brick blasts through the speakers, catching everyone off guard. All the wrestlers looked toward the entry way while the crowd hissed the moment they heard the song.

"What in the…" Joey wonders as Steven 'Streak' Chamberlain walks out onto the stage. Tonight he dresses in one very fine black suit with a white handkerchief tucked in his left pocket. He raises a microphone to his mouth and waves the music off.

"I'm glad to see all 5,000 of you too." Streak says with a grin that just gets under everyone's skin.

"I just hate to interrupt this bout but there a few things I need to remind the wrestlers in that ring right now. First off…while you may have answered to DXP the last few months, I must remind you that I am still an owner of this company. I may have been stripped of my Interim position after No Way Out, but on the dotted line I signed in December of 2015 it states I have 50% ownership of this company so not only shall you be answering to DXP right now but also to me. And to those of Prime, answering to DXP will change soon enough. As such, my decisions from the past will stand. Standard matches will feature a 20 second countout, rope breaks shall be allowed, DQs depend on the refs decision. But besides that, the Hypersonic Division is what I'm here to talk about. Unlike DXP's poor man's rip off of the X Division with 'No Limits'. I on the other hand shall be a fair man and give this division some breathing room and allow more cruiserweights and opportunity here. As such, we have implemented a 205 weight limit for the Hypersonic Division. But its clear some have not gotten the memo." Streak informs, looking directly down at the ring and particularly at Bolin. The crowd begins to boo once more realizing who Streak is referring to.

"Now hold on a minute-" Joey states.

"Security, Remove Bolin From The Ring! He clearly wants to oppress the little man. You'll just need to work hard for the TV Title rather than lazying around in this division."

Bolin was clearly saying something in return but due to chants of "BULL S***! BULL S***! THIS IS F***IN BULL S***!", whatever he says is never heard. Security Guards in bright yellow shirts reading "EVENT SECURITY' on their backs quickly step into the ring and begin to surround Bolin, corralling him in between the ropes and out of the ring.

"This is ridiculous. The man is synonymous with this division. He was the X-Pro Champion for a year and a half! He won it again, now under the Hypersonic Title, at No Way Out! He's the 2015 FWA winner for High Flyer Of The Year….And Then Streak Pulls This Rule Out Of His A**!" Joey exclaims.

"Joey, come on now." Critic says, trying to calm his colleague down.

"No! I would be professional but it is clear Streak and the Steel Syndicate are not. They talked their way in like a Trojan Horse just to screw us all so they can get everything for themselves." Joey states as a angered Bolin and equally distraught Opal are driven up the ramp by security. Has Bolin assed Streak, Bolin glared at Streak until he was pushed to the back by security.

"Oh don't get too excited, you five. Just because I rightfully took him out doesn't mean your odds have increased. We've promoted a six man Ladder War and that's exactly what shall occur in just a moment. So everyone here in Johnstown. Please put your hands together for Bolin's replacement!" Streak demands in such a proud tone.

"Something For You" by David Rolfe begins to play, continuing the onslaught from the crowd toward Streak's stable. Streak clapped his hands together as Brad Carbunkle walked out through the melting pot, his orange and black wrestling pants are now black and white to reflect his allegiance to the Steel Syndicate. He nods in salute to Streak before heading down the ramp to the ring where the other five wrestlers all are mixed on what is transpiring. They are somewhat glad they don't have to face Bolin but what is to stop Streak from flaunting his power to hinder their efforts in the future?

Brad stood in the center of the ring, with a cocky grin as he looked up and pointed at the Hypersonic Championship suspended high above the ring. But when his eye sight returns to the wrestlers surrounding him, his smile soon fades. The bell clings, and Brad vanishes in a sea of wrestlers as all five rushes toward Brad and go to town on him to the delight of the fans in the NCW Arena.

"And Here We Go! Brad Carbunkle, The Judas He Is Like All The Steel Syndicate, Is Being Dismantled In The Early Going!" Joey exclaims.

"Well Brad Shouldn't Be What They Are Worrying About. Forget Him And Get A Ladder!" Critic demands.

The 5-on-1 assault fizzles out into small fights as Aang and Hernan are scuffling in one corner of the ring while Roadkill and X-Virus duke it out against the ropes. Zach is free to do what he wants and hurries to the outside and claims first dibs on the ladders. He goes for a larger ladder, but the moment he places it under the ropes he eats steel. X-virus kicked the ladder right into Zach's mouth, causing him to collapse against the barricade. X-Virus pulls the large ladder in the ring, whipping it around and hitting Hernan in the back.

"X-Virus going to begin his NCW career as a master of ladders." Critic states.

Brad slowly rolls out to the floor, his….everything hurts. Zach insures Brad is not getting up anytime soon and tosses him back into another ladder and nearly topples over into the crowd. In the ring, X-Virus sets up the ladder and goes for the title early. He is stopped by Aang who grabs his legs and pulls him back down to the ring, the two duking it out.

The opening minutes are a pile of scuffles that spill out of the ring as wrestlers go for ladders but stopped by a foe who uses the ladder to their advantage.

Soon enough, Zach found himself in the middle of the ring with a ladder in place and made the climb toward the Hypersonic Titles.

"Zach going for it, up the ladder. Looks small though, he'll have to stretch for that belt." Joey states as Zach scales the ladder to nearly the very top, his finger tips on the belt.

But the ladder begins to teeter, as Roakill can be seen at the bottom of the ladder lifting it up at one end.

"Wait-Wait-Wait. Roadkill's raising the ladder. Zach's gonna loose his balance!" Joey exclaims.

"Oh come on Zach, You Need To Much Us Chicagoians Proud!" Critic shouts as Zach looks for an escape route beside eating the concreate floor. Brad and Hernan can be seen fighting on another just outside and soon become under Zach as he loses his balance…

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Falling toward the floor as the crowd stands up in shock…

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Hernan bolts off to the side leaving Brad in the open….

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And Zach Manages To Catch Brad By The Head And Drills His Skull Into The Concrete With A D.M.S (Leaping DDT)!

"Oh My God!" Joey exclaims as the crowd pops, hoping the Steel Syndicate member's skull was flattened!

"SOMEONE CALL 9-1-1!" Critic shouts as Brad is down on the floor covering his head while Zach is also laid out and favoring his hip.

(Skip)

Hernan and Aang have been brawling around the ring post (for perspective they are in the upper left hand corner from the hard camera), Aang winning the long run as Hernan staggers back into a ladder which has been placed that bridges the gap between the ring and barricade.

Hernan eventually finds himself eating the steel as Aang smacks his head off the side of the ladder before rolling him onto the steel structure. At the same time, Varrick begins pointing to another ladder set vertical not far from them.

"Varrick now, pointing…..oh god no. Let's not deviate just for this!" Joey exclaims as Aang goes to the ladder while Varrick goes over to the crowd demanding a chair which he gets without any hesitation.

Aang climbs up to the top of the ladder, standing high above Hernan who is prone on the ladder below. The crowd cheers in anticipation, Varrick places the chair over the head of Hernan…

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AND AANG PANCAKES HERNAN'S HEAD AND UPPER BODY BETWEEN THE CHAIR AND THE LADDER, WHICH GIVES WAY FROM THE FORCE OF THE IMPACT OF THE ARABIAN SKULLCRUSHER!

"SHADES OF SABU JUST TAKEN TO THE ELEVENTH NOTCH!" Joey exclaims.

"If That's Even Possible With Someone Who Is Suicidal, Homicidal And Genocidal!" Critic adds as chants of "NC DUB! NC DUB! NC DUB! NC DUB! NC DUB!" ring out throughout the sold out crowd in the NCW Arena.

(Skip)

A second ladder has also been used to bridge the gap over the ringside area, which Zach uses to walk across the return to the ring. Roadkill starts to make his way up a ladder set up in the ring while on the opposing side a bloody Brad is slowly making his way back into the ring. Zach hurries to the ladder and pushes with all his might to cause it to fall to the ropes. But Roadkill manages to drop on both his feet. He looks directly at Roadkill before tilting his head slightly and within seconds has Zach in his grasps.

"Roadkill got Zach, who knows what the hell Roadkill ISN'T capable of." Joey states, Roadkill hammers away at Zach's head before eventually pushing him back out onto the bridging ladder.

"We got some 400 lbs. on that ladder, we got two guys in such a tight space…..Get The Ambulances On Hold…" Critic cautiously says and indeed he is in the right.

Roadkill places Zach in a position that looks like he's going for a Pedigree but instead he spins Zach around before planting him on the ladder and a one way Trip To Hell (Angels Wing) that sends the ladder sliding off the barricade and both wrestlers onto the floor.

"Anyone NOT Going To Get A Concussion Tonight?" Critic asked.

(Skip)

By the way point of the bout, another tall ladder has been set up directly under the championship belt. A bloodied Brad had managed to set it up, pushing the original ladder in the ring off to the side for it was short in length. But as he neared the top (The Hard Camera To His Left), Roadkill begins to scale the opposite side. Brad tries to hurry to the top and although he wins the race, he just gets his hands on the belt before Aang begins to scale the opposite side. He delivers a hard right into the ribs of Brad that haults a would be victory. The Syndicate member has the higher ground and begins to pound down on Aang's skull.

But as the two are duking it out on top of the ladder, they fail to notice Hernan slowly beginning to pull himself back up onto the ring apron before climbing the ropes.

"Wait, Wait Hernan finally to his feet after that destructive Arabian Skullcrusher!" Joey says.

With no position on either side of the ladder, Hernan takes a more unique approach to scaling the ladder and leaps off the ropes and onto the spreader of the ladder!

"WHOO! How the hell ain't that thing buckling?" Critic asked, Hernan kicking at Brad's left knee and causing him to sag further down on the ladder. Aang quickly scales up a few more rungs and now has his fingertips on the belt. Hernan realizes this and responds with a similar kick to Aang's right knee. Hernan begins to hone in on Aang's knee, the Enigma timidly places a foot on the rungs to be in better position to open fire on Aang. Brad starts to climbs back up to the top once more, but now X-Virus begins to climb up right behind Brad! Brad can only go up, but when he reaches the top Aang delivers a right, The Avatar then nearly being pushed off by a kick to the hip from Hernan who has his foot stomped on by Roadkill who is also trying to move onto the spreader! The match has been nearly completely placed on the top of the ladder!

"We got four men on one ladder! Something will give! Someone is going to get the ultimate prize!" Joey declares.

Something indeed is going to give, but there will be no prizes as X-Virus rushes in with a ladder and using the ladder as a ram charges into the standing ladder…

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Roadkill Manages To Jump Off…

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AS GRAVITY PULLS THE LADDER QUICKLY TO THE EARTH….

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BRAD CRASHES SHOULDERS FIRST INTO THE ROPES, AANG TUMBLES TO THE MAT…

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AND HERNAN'S SKELETAL STRUCTURE IS FORCED TO CONFORM TO THE UNFOGRIGVEN FLOOR!

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH! NC DUB! NC DUB! NC DUB! NC DUB! NC DUB!" The crowd explosively shots, three casualties lay strummed in and out of the ring as a result of the fall.

"MY GOD, IT'S A HUMAN CAR WRECK! BRAD MAY HAVE DISLOCATED HIS SHOULDER, AANG'S SKULL SNAPPED OFF THE MAT! A-A-AND HERNAN….." Joey shouts, growing into a lost of words.

"DEAD! JUST…DEAD!" Critic assures Joey, as Hernan is motionless on the floor.

The only survivor was Roadkill, who jumped just early enough to avoid meeting the ring ropes like Brad did. But he is not safe to go for the belt yet, for X-Virus catches him off guard with an enziguiri! Roadkill is down and weakened further with a few more punches before X-Virus manages to hoist Roadkill up in the air….

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Rushes over to the fallen ladder…

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AND CRUSHES ROADKILL'S SPINE ONTO THE LADDER'S SIDES AND SNAPS THE SPREADER WITH A X-VIRUS CRUSH BOMB!

"THE X-VIRS CRUSH BOMB! FIRST TIME IN THIS ARENA! ROADKILL'S SPINE IS NO MORE, THE LADDER IS NO MORE!" Joey shouts.

"YOUR SPINE IS F***ED! YOUR SPINE IS F***ED! YOUR SPINE IS F****ED!" The crowd chants over and over, almost assuring Roadkill will not be a factor in this match any longer.

(Skip)

X-Virus had ensured Aang and Brad were not getting up anytime soon, it looked as if he had a clean stairway to heaven as he placed the ladder perfectly beneath the Hypersonic Championship hanging from the rafters. He made a slow climb, feeling there was no needs to rush. He approached the top as the crowd booed, they felt others were more worthy of the belt then this rookie.

But X-Virus turned his head from the belt when he saw another ladder begin to rise up right next to his.

"What in the….." Joey asked, thinking everyone else was out of it.

But scaling the ladder is none other than a battered luchador!

"Hernan Ortiz! He's Still In This!?" Joey asked in a confused tone.

"HE CAME BACK FROM THE DEAD! I GOT TO KNOW HIS SECRET SO I CAN KEEP MYSELF FROM EXPIRING AFTER WATCHING CANADIAN PSAs!" Critic exclaims.

"…What's Wrong With Canada?" Joey asked as the crowd cheered Hernan on as he climbed the ladder.

"Canada Is Sick! So Is Britain! THEY ARE EVIL PEOPLE WHO TALK ABOUT RAPE WHISTLES AND ELECTRICUTING CHILDREN!" Critic shouts.

"….Just….Just watch his videos, I think it'll explain all." Joey says, appearing to have answered someone from the back in the production truck who was asking what Critic was talking about.

X-Virus began to kick away at Hernan's head and shoulders, trying to cause him to fall off his own ladder. But Hernan is resilient, he has kicked into his adrenaline and continues to climb up the ladder and begins to hammer back at X-Virus. The two wrestlers are fighting on two narrow rungs, with X-Virus looking to initially win….

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But Hernan Kicks X-Virus In The Gut, The Two Are On The Upper Tiers Of Their Ladders Which Wobble! X-Virus Begins To Look To Fall But Hernan Catches Him In A Front Facelock….

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BEFORE HERNAN TAKES X-VIRUS SOME 12 FEET FROM THE LADDER TO THE FLOOR WITH A MAYHEM BREAKDOWN (FACELOCK INTO A STUNNER)!

"OH DIOS MIO!" Joey exclaims as the crowd goes mental for the maneuver.

"HERNAN IS THE WORSE DENTIST EVER! HE JUST BROKE X-VIRUS'S JAW! IF NOT, THEN X-VIRUS IS NOT HUMAN!" Critic shouts over the NCW chants! X-Virus Looks To Have Been Knocked Out From The Mayhem Breakdown, And Hernan May Have Just Spent The Last Of His Energy To Perform The Move!

(Skip)

He may be bleeding from the head, but Brad is still in this match. He and Aang are on top of a ladder, duking it out over who shall get their hands on the Hypersonic Championship. Aang gets a hand on the top of the strap and the hook keeping it in place but Brad eventually punches Aang hard enough in the abdomen to nearly cause him to lose his balance.

"Oh-Oh, Aang's On the Verge Of Going 15 Feet To The Mat!" Joey cries out.

Brad grabs Aang and pulls him over the top of the ladder. The Syndicate representative takes a few steps down from the top, pulling Aang onto his shoulders!

"Wait…..is he going to do…..what I think…." Critic began to stutter…

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The crowd boos, not wanting Brad to succeed in what he intends. Varrick is hollering at Brad to not harm The Avatar….

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BUT BRAD DOESN'T CARE, HE JUMPS OFF AND PLANTS AANG BACK FIRST ON THE FLOOR WITH A PARTIAL DVD 3K1, DITCHING THE ELECTRIC CHAIR AND GOING RIGHT FOR THE DEATH VALLEY DRIVER!

"OH MY GOD, HE MAY HAVE SNAPPED THE AVATAR'S SPINAL CORD IN HALF!" Joey shouts as the crowd is shocked and awed but begins to boo Brad who he himself is a bit shaken up by the move.

A slow-motion replay of the DVD 3K1 off the ladder is played, the impact of Aang on the mat being one of the most sickening of all in the match.

"Good god…" Joey grumbles, the replay being restored with the live feed. Brad begins to crawl back toward the ladder on his hands and knees and makes his climb to the Hypersonic Championship. He looks to bring the belt to the Steel Syndicate, and will have done so at the expense of an NCW veteran. What a great story he will tell to his stablemates but what a horrific tale all fans will remember.

Brad reaches the top; he soaks in the moment with a grin. The hard camera is fixed on him as he places a hand on the belt's strap….

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Another hand on the strap, near the silver buckles….

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BUT HERNAN ORTIZ HAS CLIMBED HIS WAY UP ON THE OPPOSITE SIDE OF THE LADDER! The Crowd Roars As He Begins To Hammer Away At And Busts Brad Wide Open!

"HERAN'S ON TOP! HIS FISTS ARE COVERED IN BRAD'S BLOOD! THIS MAY BE A DIVISION OF HIGH FLYERS BUT IT'S ALSO A BRUTAL ONE!" Joey shouts.

"No-No….But Yes-Yes!" Critic yells, not wanting Herna to win btu not at all wishing to have the Steel Syndicate gain the Hypersonic Title.

But Hernan's run may have come to a close, Brad manages to begin blocking the punches and starts to use the belt as a weapon! Each strike of the silver to the skull starts to bust Hernan open as well, the belt beginning to have small splotches of his blood on the main plate. Brad soon tries to pull Hernan over an onto his shoulders, looking to do exactly what he did to Aang!..

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But Hernan Manages To Hold Onto The Belt! His Feet Are Off The Ladder, He Could Fall At Any Second! Brad Goes For One Final Punch…

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ONLY FOR HERNAN TO SWING AROUND, STIL HOLDING ONTO THE BELT…

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AND DROPKICKING BRAD IN THE MOUTH, SENDING IN FALLING TO THE MAT BELOW! BRAD'S FALL GIVES RISE TO A POP IN THE NCW ARENA!

"OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDD! BRAD'S GOING TO BE JOINING AANG AT THE HOSPITAL!" Joey shouts once more.

"Alright, that's enough OMGs out of you! Take The Title To Shut Joey Up!" Critic hollers as Hernan manages to get his footing back on the ladder…

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AND UNHOOKS THE HYPERSONIC CHAMPIONSHIP!

"HE GOT IT! HE GOT THE BELT! HERNAN'S IS THE HYPERSONIC CHAMPION!" Joey shouts at the top of his lungs. "HE HAS FINALLY GAINED A NCW CHAMPIONSHIP!"

"COULDN'T IT HAVE BEEN ANY OF THE FOUR NOT NAMED HERNAN OR BRAD?!" Critic cried out.

The official announcement can just barely be heard over the roar of 5,000 delighted fans who a match prior had witnessed another Ortiz had a depressing result in their match.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, YOUR WINNER OF THE MATCH AND NEW NCW HYPERSONIC CHAMPION! HERNAN ORTIZ!" Stephen DeAngelis shouts, though the announcement is barely heard over the crowd.

Hernan Ortiz, high above the ring on top of the ladder holds the Hypersonic Championship high for all to see. His white mask as a tear where the blood has escaped and given the silver ornate designs on the center plate a red hue in certain areas but who cares when you will be addressed now on as the Hypersonic Champion!

Hernan begins to make a slow decent from the ladder, holding the Hypersonic Championship tightly in his grasp. But while one celebrates, many more are moaning in pain. Aang was being attended to by trainers and EMTs in the ring while others were being aided up to their feet and to the back by referees. Ladders were broken and tossed about at ringside, as if a tornado had come through the area. Ladder War III had come to a conclusion, and many were going to find themselves on the injury list soon enough.

(Rising Flame Transition)

We cut away from the interior of the NCW Arena back outside where it is completely dark by now with only artificial light making it able to see anything right now. The camera is currently fixed on Holo who is looking for an interview with someone.

"Good evening everyone, I'm Holo presently outside looking to talk with whoever the next participant in tonight's Elimination Chamber will be." Holo says, and as if on cue a car begins to roll into the small outdoor parking lot at the arena.
"Oh, looks like we're not going to be standing here in the spring night for long."

But the car looks unfit to be used on the road, with numerous rust spots on the door and dents along the hood and one of the hubcabs missing. The car comes to a stop next to Holo and the cameraman as the driver's door almost immediately opens…

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To reveal Vaas Montenegro stepping out.
"Alright Christopher, we back in the f***in rust spot that this town has become on the globe." Vaas says, as another man in clothes tattered like Vaas steps out, but his face is obscured by red bandanas.

"Get him out of the damn vehicle, he needs to stretch."

"Um….Mr. Montenegro….erm…..may I ask why you are here?" Holo asks, confused and immediately uncomfortable being around someone who is 'off' like Vaas.

"Got back from vacation in the South Pacific." Vaas responds as his assistant is opening the back door.

"….For a year?" Holo questioned, remembering the last time Vaas was seen was at No Way Out where he had taken Chris away in a very similar car.

"So what? 2016 was s*** for the rest of the planet, we escaped to my private island where we have a beautiful beach. We did those tire jumping exercise. Y'know, Hermana, the one where you place you feet in the tires quickly and race to the finish. Well we did that but without the f***ing tires. Instead we did it with our unique attraction of heads poking out of the beach." Vaas says rather calmy.

"….u-um….." Holo could not think of a response to what this madman was describing. Our of the back seat comes a man with a tattered black towel over his head. He has noticeable scratches on his leg and his clothes are fraying at the end.

"W-what is that Chris? Chris! What are your thoughts on tonight's main event?" Holo asked, trying to push past Vaas.

"Hey! Lower You Voice! He's Suffering From Jet-Lag And We Need Him To Be Well Rested Before He Goes On Tonight!" Vaas yells at Holo, defeating the purpose of her being quiet. "You, get him to the locker room! Have the showers running for just him."

Chris is escorted away, head held down with the towel over his head. Just before he disappears many can swear he is muttering, "Kill…..the nightmare….kill…."

"….W-where have You Two Been?" Holo asks again, now frightful after seeing the state Chris was in.

"I f***in told you already! You see Chris was beginning to grow insane. He had been doing the same thing over and over, loosing! It begins with Crash, then it moves to a little wimp like Zach Cage. No-no-no, I couldn't allow the pride of th Rookie Revolution in NCW fall to shambles. I decided to do something good and volunteering my time on restoring the run down wreckage back into NCWs top wrestler. I took him away from all the chaos to my private island and build him up. Y'kno how we got that DDP Yoga, well I should my yoga course Vaas Yoga. Now he's back and better than ever….but I ain't gonna reveal the finished product till tonight when the spotlights on that Elimination Chamber. You'll see, just have some patience, Hermana." Vaas says in a tone that many feel is uncomfortable calm and polite. He walks away before coming back briefly.

"I apologize but I think I forgot to tell you something….have I ever told you the definition of insanity?" Vaas asks with a smile.

"….Y-Yes." Holo responds, obviously lying but just wants Vaas gone.

"Oh, good then." Vaas replies and then departs into the NCW Arena.

(Rising Flame Transition)

The flames lead the home audience away from the unsettling video of Vaas to an add package for NCW's next pay-per-view.

"….I…..I…..I don't….." Joey stutters, trying to deceiver what Vaas has done to Chris. "You know what, nevermind. We'll tonight….unfortanutley….but speaking of insanity NCW will return to Pay-Per-View June 11th as we head across the pond to air live from Europe for the first time! The SSE Hydro in Glasgow, Scotland will be going off the rails as NCW presents International Insanity! I would tell you to buy the tickets but we have already SOLD OUT the SSE Hydro! But you can still view the event by ordering the Pay-Per-View for just $19.99."

"OR you can be an early subscriber to NCW's upcoming Carnage Stream arriving June 1st. Here you will be able to watch every PPV and previous events just for $7.99 a month…because dammit, everyone else does $9.99. BUT if you pay 19.99, you'll avoid all that annoying digital skipping and repeat." Critic says, just making the new streaming site wound bad.

"…..Thanks a lot Critic." Joey deadpans.

(Rising Flame Transition)

Joan's Rant Ft. Pyrrha Nikos

We return to the NCW Arena where the ring crew looks to have cleared the ring of all ladders but still in the process of picking up the pieces on the outside.

"SWEEP! SWEEP! SWEEE THAT RING! SWEEP! SWEEP! SWEEP THAT RING! TIGHTEN! TIGHTEN! TIGHTEN THOSE TURNBUCKLES!" The crowd orders, redundantly reminding the ring crew of their job.

"Off The Chain (Instrumental)" by Dale Oliver begins to play as a red tint covers the NCW Arena. Unusual for this crowd, a pop arises as the camera hurries up to the mouth of the melting pot as the red haired walking talking pipebomb made her way to the ring.

"Ladies and Gentleman, Please Welcome At This Time Joan Rivera!" Stephen DeAngelis announces as Joan walks to the ring where two red studio chairs have been set up the middle of the ring with a black rug underneath.

"Oh god, she got a following. It's what I've always feared." Critic moans.

"It will probably die in a few minutes the moment she ticks someone off in the crowd." Joey states, Joan stepping into the ring and taking a microphone off of one of the chairs as the music fades out.

"1 Year and Two Months….That was the last time NCW held an event. Our world was messed up…..but not oh jeez, it's screwed beyond repair!" Joan opens with. "I don't think I have to state some of the things going on right now, you all know I'm right on this one. To sum it up though for those that are FORTUNATE to avoid this drama….Breaking News are whatever the President of the United States tweets!"

"Everything is backwards! Its like we went through the time vortex and ended up in another dimension where everything you do results in the exact opposite! The more I see of promotions of love and peace, I swear there is ten times as much as hatred and violence the next day!" Joan states. "And by evening broadly mentioning real world issues, I just compiled fifty comments for the youtube video highlighting this show in the future."

"She's right…..I hate it when she's right…" Critic grumbles.

"You're going to have people typing and giant bold text to gain attention…" Joan begins to say, before donning a high pitch annoying voice to say the following, "We Shouldn't Mention The Real World In Wrestling For Its Our Way Of Escaping Reality".

"Well if I want to escape reality I'll go to my wall of video games for that. But if this is your escapism I hate to tell you the obvious but insanity of the real world has infected NCW. Let's go back to what I mentioned about how the world is now a** backwards. So is this company right now. NCW for years has built itself on being an edgy counter-culture form of wrestling where violence and vulgarity are the standard…..So OBVIOUSLY NCW Is Perfect for a multi-billion dollar channel like TBS!" Joan says as the crowd laughs at the hypocrisy of the idea.

"So how long will it take for NCW to receive a lawsuit? Oh I know, five seconds!" Joan then turns to the camera before quickly reciting some…infamous words from a certain comedian. "Sh*t, P*ss, F***, C*nt, Cocks*****, Motherf*****, Tits!"

"…..George Carlin, It's George Carlin. That's where the reference comes from…" Critic reminds the home audience.

"Oh The Censors Shall Be Working Overtime Thurdsay And Saturdays!" Joan yells out to top off that part of her rant.

"But that's not the only a** backwards thing about NCW. There's one that doesn't entertain me like the others. No, no, I'm wrong, it DOES entertain me for I was proven RIGHT yet again." Joan declares, smiling a bit. She fiddles with her hair briefly before continuing. "I Told You All, I Told You All! From The Moment I Began Here I Warned You About Her! I Warned You That She Was Hiding Behind A Nice Façade! That Is The One And Only Inescure B*** Known As Korra…"

The crowd boos as the mention of Korra's name.

"Don't boo her, BOO YOURSELFS for following to her ploy. She was brought in on her high horse by DXP, and stayed on that high horse because DXP was determined SHE was the one, SHE was the face of this woman's division. Hell, SHE was the chosen one to be the true face of NCW. She was used to getting everything she wanted, she was handed championships and wins left and right like the handout she was. But the moment DXP took the shields away from her when he went into hiding because he just couldn't handle the stress of this place…She Entangled A Good Chunk Of The Roster For Her Own Agenda When The Four Horsewomen Came Barging In Like They Owned The Place! She Showed Her True Colors, Using Others As Human Meat Shields. But in the end it was all in vain when she disappointed us all at NCW and let the Four Horsewomen dismantle her so called friends at No Way Out before being executed in the middle of a ring. The ultimate disgrace to NCW, the lowest point in this company's career…..its her fault!" Joan states, getting a more mixed reaction from the crowd than earlier.

"…Why Does She Also Have To Be Right?" Critic cried out

"So after a year of wait, a year to restore NCW and go in a new direction…what is DXP's decision?" Joan asked to the crowd.

"…..HE BRINGS SOMEONE IN ON A HIGH HORSE!"

Again, the crowd is completely split on Joan's response. Knowing who is supposed to be the special guest, they have a good idea who Joan is now referring to.

"And tonight I shall do what I did long ago and reveal the truth of what will probably be another insecure b***. So ladies and gentleman behold your next big disappointment!" Joan announces, motioning to the stage.

"Invasion" by Christian Poulet and Jean-Yves Rigo blasts through the speakers throughout the NCW Arena as the lights in the building and on the stage go gold gaining a cheer from the crowd (Because y'know…..gold…one half of the Steeler/Penguin/Pirates colors ._.) as white light also flash to the beat of the music. Even a shower of sparks fall out in front of the melting pot almost making it seem the arena had become one of the iron works the stage represents. Pyrrha Nikos steps through the sparks and briefly looks back up at the sparks slightly shocked, having yet experienced a grandeous entrance for herself. She shakes the shock and awe away and heads to the ring.

"Signed by DXP in a collaboration with CEW,

As she enters the ring, the music dies out and almost immediately Joan is back to talking.

"Wow, wow…I-I was wrong about you. My bad. You're not just riding in on a high horse…You're a rip-off of Goldberg riding in on a high horse. Because that's what we need, just another Goldberg rip off." Joan grumbled as the crowd began to boo her responses. Pyrrha rolled her eyes.

"Well I'd like to welcome you to hell, both company and city. Please have a seat; I actually want to have a wrestling talk show on tape where they use the chairs given besides to hit people with 'em." Joan states, sitting down in one of the chairs while Pyrrha hesitates prior to sitting down in the other.

"So here you are, here because DXP had at least a few brains to get Korra out of here. CEW got the opportunity to sign Korra while DXP signed you here. Tell me, what is the reason you took the offer? You got a decent tag team career with Nora going, why would you dare break into a single's career in a company that got no breathing room for anyone else?" Joan asked, but didn't give Pyrrha a chance to answer. "No-No, there is no need to answer for I already understand that fact your just wishing to flaunt your 'talents' a bit more. La-de-freakin-dah, you were on a cereal box. I didn't know it was the 80s and all you need to do is get on the Wheaties box and you're instantly famous! I hate to spoil it for you but we don't do advertisement gigs in NCW. What are you talents then? I here that your 'strong', you're 'intelligent', you're 'the best of your class'. You know what; EVERYONE claims that when they walk through the curtain for the first time. Another problem is these are all relating to your abilities when it comes to using whatever this thing is called uh semblance, aura. These words are not familiar with any of us because nobody from your magical little world has dared stepped into this place before. Is that why you have come here? You riding on the coattails of the annoying fandom you and your pals from old Beacon got? Because you will be all really disappointed to learn this will not be a place for them to enjoy for when it comes to newcomers in the women's division, I ensure the annoying little brats like you don't dare come here." Joan declares.

"Am I allowed to sp-" Pyrrha tries to say.

"Are you allowed to speak? Well you can go ahead but I've essentially summed up why you're here. You got nothing to say." Joan states.

"You ask why I've come here? I never had intentions on coming here. I was perfectly fine with being in the tag team divisions and the one off singles bout. I came because there was the opportunity given to me and I decided why not. Too be honest I hadn't heard about many signing with NCW in a while and I was curious to see what it was all about. I'm not here to replace a previous wrestler; I'm here to create my own small legacy. I now believe I was destined to come here and do something, I would otherwise never have gotten to chance to come here." Pyrrha states.

"Oh you're destined for something alright, destined to flop." Joan declares, the crowd now growing even more against the Gamer Champ. Pyrrha gave a slight turn of the head toward Joan.

"I've heard in the past they've given you a nickname, The Invincible Girl. Well come on, where's the background in this ring to proof it?" Joan asked, awaiting a response. "That's right, none. You're going to hang around the undercard and smile for the posters and photos, answer questions. You're going to do little things until your contract ends and you'll be off and away. Appear occasionally in the record books when you lost to greater talents who go on to stardom. There's nothing extraordinary out of you, you will remain at the bottom while I am at the top looking down upon you. Destiny is not going to get you anywhere in this place. You shall end up only feeling a crush blow, like an arrow to your achilles or worse your heart." Joan asserts, the crowd going completely against her when she has seemingly buried a newer talent and made reference to something particular.

"And look, its 5 minutes. Your career is no more, thanks for wasting all of our time Ms Wannabe-berg." Joan rudely adds, getting to her feet and making her way to the ring ropes.

"Do You Believe In Destiny?"

"I Believe In The Unicorn." Joan snaps back with, her response a long version of a "No". "I Don't Just Wait Around For Destiny To Come Pick Be Off And Carry Me To Glory, I Beat My Way To Glory! And if you do not stop talking soon you're going to be one of the many things I beat." Joan makes perfectly clear, starting to become annoyed with Pyrrha.

"Well then I'm going to tell you something you better believe in." Pyrrha states. "You've run your mouth on people for years. Many have indeed beaten you but yet they let you keep on yapping; chasing everyone off from coming here. Some point in the future though that shall come to an end and I'll be the one to do the honors!"

The crowd now has shifted behind Pyrrha, and her statement is full of determination to accomplish the goal she has just laid out for herself. But all Joan can do is laugh at it.

"HA! And They Call Me A Loon!" Joan yells out before dropping the microphone in the ring and walks back up the entry way. Her music plays once more, but a few chants of "PYRRHA! PYRRHA! PYRRHA!" try to fight the song. Pyrrha watches Joan closely as she heads to the back, The Gamer Champ not once looking back at the Invincible Girl.

"Pyrrha claims destiny will lead her to facing off with Joan down the line, but we will just have to see of what the course of events that transpire in the future for her." Joey states.

"…So is it my destiny to be stuck hearing Joan ramble and shriek for eternity?" Critic cried.

Pyrrha is seen picking up the dropped microphone and placing it on the folding chairs, making life a little easier for the ring crew as they enter to clear the ring.

(Rising Flam Transition)

Red and Orange flames shoot up, pulling up with them the text for the match card. They rise to the top to reveal the images of the four contestants in the upcoming bout, as the Television Championship Belt appears faded behind them.

"But we shift gears now from Pyrrha & Joan to a match that got the makings for a purist showcase. If Jesse wishes to renew his Television Championship reign, he must pin either a veteran in Takato Matsuki, a rookie coming out of AMW in Adam Price, or the Steel Syndicate stablemate who has YET to have a match in this company, Renton Thurston!" Joey informs, getting riled up by the fact Renton is allowed to be in a championship match.

"It's A Fatal Four Way!" Critic exclaims. "I swear this night is like the who's who of wrestling matches. We've had tag matches, gaunlets, ladder matches, and now a fatal four way. I'm expecting the return of the Kennel from Hell!"