“ALL OUR TIMES HAVE COME!”

Alan Ducard: That music can only mean one thing ladies and gentlemen, ready or not; we’re about to witness the arrival of old long, tall, and evil…

Bryan Harris: Issac knows how to make an entrance, especially when it comes to a Pay Per View environment, so I’m eager to see what our World Champion has in up his sleeve for this event…already I’ve got goosebumps!

Josephina Colbert: Introducing first, he hails from MIDEON, NEBRASKA, and he is the WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, THE IVORY TERROOORRR, ISSAC ENTRAAAAAAAAAGIAN!

With the haunting vocals of Blue Oyster Cult washing over the arena, a trapdoor is triggered at the head of the ramp, and it begins to rise slowly upwards, bit by bit. Light immediately returns to Boston, the illumination soft and ominous, and the sight we’re beginning to see is nothing short of breathtaking. The monster Entragian is quite literally crucified on a HUGE wooden cross, his head hanging low, white hair obscuring his face. Finally the trapdoor reaches its maximum height, and the locking mechanism clicks into place. We’re given our first good look at the sacrilegious display that has risen up from the bowels of the arena.

Both of Issac’s wrists are strapped to the cross ties with leather straps, and the toes of his boots just barely touch a small wooden platform about halfway down the length of the cross. Issac wears a crown made of barbwire on his head, and around his waist is the gleaming gold of the World Championship. Entragian assumes the position of Christ, his face drawn down into an expression of pain, yet his eyes betray his blasphemous glee. The crowd soaks in this shocking scene for a moment, only for a ROAR of negativity to begin from all sides of the stands.

Alan Ducard: I’m…at a loss for words. Issac, this shock-artist, has outdone himself this time around. Talk about a controversy magnet, what kind of sick mind could think up something like this?

Jimmy Yates: His dementia knows no restrictions Alan, this guy is certifiably insane, and if I can be frank, I find this repulsive.

Suddenly Elizabeth Gaunt makes her presence known, emerging from behind the cross dressed as the Virgin Mary, with a long flowing brown robe and a white hood draped over her pretty face. She walks forward for a moment, and then actually KNEELS before Issac as he is strung up on the cross. After appearing to “pray” for a moment, Liz stands up, and then RIPS the robe and hood off her body, and we see that all she is wearing beneath is a skimpy leather two-piece bikini. She spins on her heels, facing towards the ring while ruffling her hair with both hands, her face a testament to sadistic pleasure. Meanwhile Issac suddenly comes to life, whipping both arms forward and snapping the leather straps along his wrists. Once this is done, the seven footer hops off of the cross and onto the floor behind Liz.

Liz promptly bends over, shaking her rump in front of Entragian while dragging one finger along her bottom lip. Issac carefully removes the barbwire crown from his head, tossing it to the side, and then he looks up, scans the crowd, and places his palms together in a gesture of prayer. He tilts his head to the side, grinning, and behind him the cross suddenly ERUPTS into flames. With the cross burning like holy hell at his back, Issac’s forked tongue flicks out, his eyes dancing with the inferno he called forth.

Bryan Harris: I’ll be damned, this is amazing! Talk about putting on a show, Entragian & Liz never disappoint! THAT boys, is the way to really make your presence known!

Alan Ducard: Truly cryptic, but I see the symbolism. Look at that burning cross ladies and gentlemen, because it is the symbol of Issac Entragian’s World Title reign. You look into those flames and you see what kind of man Issac is. He’s not someone the fans can look up to, he’s not a hero…he’s the sort of man who just wants to watch the world burn…

Jimmy Yates: I have to ask guys, is Issac sending a message to Justin Moreno with this vulgar display? We all know that Allison found religion recently, and it helped her to overcome her personal demons. I don’t think this mockery is a coincidence, I think Entragian is deliberately playing mind games with J-Mo by doing this.

Alan Ducard: That wouldn’t surprise me Jimmy. Entragian enjoys psychologically tormenting his opponents just as much as physically tormenting them. He’s a master when it comes to bringing out the worst emotions in people, feelings like fear, rage, and despair.

Having performed this dark “ritual”, Issac and Liz share a kiss, before Liz heads to the back while Issac makes a beeline for the ring. Entragian is wearing stark white tights and white wrestling boots, both garments laced with a black barbwire design. We see IVORY written on one leg, and TERROR written on the other.

Entragian stalks his way to the apron, and then climbs up and steps over the top rope, effectively entering the ring. The Ivory Terror remains stoic for a moment, not moving, and then he slowly unsnaps his championship belt and raises it towards the rafters, allowing the arena lights to glint off his precious World Title gold.

Josephina Colbert: Introducing second, he hails from HUNTINGTON BEACH, CALINFORNIA, THE SURF CITY SHOW-STEALER, JUSTIN MORENOOOOOOOOO!!

The lights then go out again and the trademark green "M" Monster Energy Drink logo starts flashing on the screen with green strobe lights going off as "The Key To Gramercy Park" by Deadsy begins to play over the P.A. System. The search lights start going off through-out the arena until we finally see Justin Moreno coming out through the crowd, with lime green and black face paint almost like Sting circa 1995, a sleeveless Justin Moreno LEGACY Merchandise shirt with with the Monster Energy Drink logo on the front with "Moreno" written like the Monster font on the front with the "WARNING: M-80 Is Considered Hazardous To Opponent's Health." logo on the back, baggy black pleather shorts with the green "M" on the pant legs, black Hayabusa-style wrist-sleeves with the "M" on them, matching black and lime green kick-pads, black wrestling boots, and lime green tassels on the boots as J-Mo walks to the ring, not even making eye contact with the fans as the majority of them are cheering for him on his way to the ring. He then takes off his LEGACY merchandise shirt, pulls out the trademark Sharpie out of his boot, autographs the shirt, and tosses it into the crowd.

Alan Ducard: Moreno looks determined ladies and gentlemen, the man looks PRIMED to battle against Jester Smiles and the demented Entragian.

Moreno hops over the guard rail, tagging hands with all the fans he can get to as just before he gets to the ring, he stops at the front row seat where his wife, Allison is as he looks at her and gives her a big hug and a soft kiss for good luck as Moreno then jumps over the top rope and climbs the top rope, doing a back-flip for the crowd before he runs against the ropes, eyeing up Entragian with intensity in his gaze.

Jimmy Yates: It’s good to see Allison in the front row, giving J-Mo some moral support. I wonder what she thought of that vile entrance Issac put together…

Bryan Harris: I bet she thought what she’s ALWAYS thinking, every hour of every day. I WANT SOME COCAINE!!!!!! GIMME GIMME GIMME!

Jimmy Yates: You really have no shame…

Josephina Colbert: Introducing third, he hails from RICHMOND, VIRGINIA, JESTERRRRRRR SMILLLLLLLESSSSSSSS!!!!

"Pressure" by Skindred starts to play over the speakers, and the excitement level grows amongst the crowd. The LEGACY Vision jumbotron lights up with flashes of purple and yellow, turning into a psychedelic wave of the two hues. A Cheshire Cat type of smile appears on the screen, followed by a pair of eyes, covered by a New Orleans style Mardi Gras mask. The words "Jester Smiles" appear on the screen, and then the camera zooms out just as Jester Smiles walks through the curtain, onto the stage.

Alan Ducard: The 2009 Hawkins Memorial Tournament winner, and the favorite by many to win this match, Jester Smiles is here.

Jimmy Yates: An exciting young competitor, I like to think that Jester's ability to do some high risk, high flying moves mixes really well with his hard striking, and that might be the best combination to find a way to take that belt off of Issac Entragian.

Bryan Harris: The guy's a nutcase, face the facts. You really think a guy like that is going to be able to take out Issac Entragian? No chance. Sure, he might've gotten through the Hawkins Memorial Tournament, but he didn't have to face anyone with the skills of the current World Champion. He faced a lot of guys who were about his size, fairly athletic, but not DANGEROUS. That's the key here. Jester and Moreno are gonna be in a world of hurt in this match.

After walking the entrance walkway, Jester Smiles picks up the pace and flips himself up and over the top rope, getting a good ovation from the crowd. Taking off his signature shirt, Smiles hops up with one foot onto the top rope and one foot onto the middle rope and flings the shirt out into the crowd, before hopping back down to face his opponents.

The bell sounds with a hollow clang, and the match has certifiably begun. All three men stand in their respective corners for a moment, seeming to examine each other, looking for the best way to get the early advantage. Moreno is the first one to step to the center of the ring, and Entragian goes to meet him. You can literally sense the sparks flying between these two men as they bash against each other, chest to chest, with J-Mo talking smack and Issac just staring down at him with a cold glint in his eyes. Despite Issac’s height advantage, Moreno doesn’t back up even an inch, yelling up into Issac’s face with extreme intensity, specks of saliva flying from his mouth as he delivers words that are seared with emotion. Entragian takes a step back, seemingly backing off, and then suddenly he BLASTS out with a right hand, looking to take Justin’s head off, but J-Mo ducks under the big tree limb arm and begins to fire off FIST after FIST right into the abdomen of Entragian.

Issac stumbles back, and J-Mo follows him, now driving the World Champion backwards by snapping off kicks into his legs. Entragian limps backwards, and then tries again to blast J-Mo, this time with a big boot, but Moreno whips his head out of harm’s way, and then he dives down and pistons a forearm into the back of Issac’s knee, chop blocking him and bringing the monster down to one knee. With the seven footer MUCH lower to the ground, Justin snatches up a handful of white hair, and then he just begins to tee off on Issac with straight fists directed right into his face, knuckles bashing against alabaster flesh with sickening crunching sounds. As the cameras zoom in on this we see that J-Mo’s face is pulled down into a furious expression, his anger on full display with each punch that connects to Entragian’s malevolent mug.

Alan Ducard: Look at the intensity and emotion pouring out of Justin Moreno! This a man who has been pushed beyond his limits, and now he’s showing the world that he knows how to push back!

Jimmy Yates: Issac deserves everything he’s getting; he wants to target an innocent man’s family? Then as far as I’m concerned, let him suffer the wrath of Moreno!

Bryan Harris: And would you look at Smiles, just hanging back and allowing this to happen? Interesting strategy, he seems to be fine with these two men unleashing some venom on each other, exhausting themselves, and once they’ve worn themselves down Jester will have a perfect opportunity to jump in.

Issac’s big frame begins to tilt backwards, as though he’s about to fall, but just then J-Mo gets DRILLED in the side with a running knee courtesy of Jester Smiles. Moreno is taken down by the impact, and Jester takes up his position in front of Entragian, pulling the monster up to his feet and locking up with him in a collar-and-elbow tie up. Both men bull against each other, trying to exert their force on one another, and then Issac gets the better of the situation, using his strength advantage to negotiate Jester into the corner.

The referee jumps between the two men, forcing a break, and Issac takes a step back with his hands in the air, but then he promptly drives himself forward and smashes a huge right hand into the side of Jester’s head. Jester’s head rocks back and Issac continues the assault, pounding Jester’s skull with a barrage of right hands, and then he caps the attack off with an uppercut to the jaw. The force of the uppercut sends a shockwave through Smile’s body; his feet flying off the canvas, his body slumping down into a sitting position against the buckles. Once Jester is down Issac grabs the ropes and digs the underside of his boot into Jester’s throat, choking him out and grinding his massive boot into the sensitive flesh of Jester’s neck.

Alan Ducard: And now we bear witness to the viciousness of the World Heavyweight Champion, he was on the defensive, and now just as quick he’s on the offensive.

Bryan Harris: You never want to underestimate Entragian, this man defies all odds, he is an engine of destruction and right about now, his motor is purring!

Issac milks the official’s five count, and then he finally removes his boot from Jester’s throat. With Smiles still gasping for breath, Issac grabs him by the hair and yanks him up to his feet, and then he executes a snapmare, snapping Jester down to the canvas and jarring him to his very core. With Smiles in a wobbly sitting position, Issac hits the ropes and on the rebound he turns his body into a giant torpedo, blasting Jester right in the face with a low dropkick. After drilling Jester, Issac rises back up to his feet, but just as he turns around J-Mo leaps off of his perch on one of the turnbuckles, barreling into Issac with a cross body that takes The Ivory Terror down. J-Mo comes down on Issac with all of his weight, and he quickly hooks a leg.

ONE!

TW-NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Entragian kicks out with authority, rolling his body to the side to give himself some time to get back on his game.

Alan Ducard: Based on that dropkick, I’ll say what most people already know, Entragian is one of the most agile big men in the business today.

Jimmy Yates: But despite that, Moreno has fought his way back into this contest, and now we’re getting a taste of his agility!

Entragian manages to gain a vertical base, and he wheels around, only to be met with a front thrust kick that hits him square in the chest thanks to a freshly risen Jester Smiles! Issac stumbles back, and J-Mo is there to grab him by the hair and spin him around, and then Moreno crushes a leaping forearm shot into the monster’s face. Entragian staggers to the left and Jester DRILLS him in the stomach with an MMA style knee, doubling the big man over. Smiles reaches down and forces him to stand fully vertical, then he WHIPS a back handed chop into Issac’s chest, bringing beet red blood to the surface of his white skin. Entragian growls, then sends a MASSIVE elbow into the side of Jester’s neck, effectively knocking him back, but when the big man turns his attention back to Moreno, he sees that J-Mo has launched himself forward, his body in full rotation as he looks to score with a spinning heel kick. Issac scouts it, dropping down to his belly SECONDS before the kick can connect, and J-Mo’s momentum carries him forward, causing him to sail over Entragian and blast Jester right in the temple with his boot.

Alan Ducard: Talk about a strike-fest, fists and feet are flying all over that ring! Issac looked like a big white pinball for a few seconds there, being hammered between J-Mo and Smiles!

Bryan Harris: Issac got smart quick though, he saw that kick coming and he got out of harm’s way, and Jester was the one forced to eat boot on that last exchange.

The impact is so forceful that Jester is knocked down and out of the ring, his body rolling under the bottom rope. Issac meanwhile has risen back up to one knee, and as Moreno goes to grab hold of him, Issac snaps an uppercut into the shelf of Justin’s jaw. Moreno stumbles backwards, his body turning so that his back is to Issac, but just then J-Mo gathers up his energy and he FLIPS backwards, looking to annihilate Issac with a pele kick, but Entragian CATCHES one of Moreno’s boots. With J-Mo’s foot locked in Issac’s grasp, the monster quickly drops down to one knee and twists the bone within the socket, grinding on the pressure!

Bryan Harris: Now that’s a beautiful freakin’ counter boys! Justin tried to score with that pele kick, but Issac saw it coming and now the ankle lock is firmly applied!

Jimmy Yates: Issac used this submission maneuver in his match against Anselm, and from what we’ve seen based on that contest, Entragian is very adept at bringing the pain with this hold.

Moreno’s face quickly becomes desperate as the agony sets in, and he claws his hands against the mat, trying to pull himself towards the ropes. Issac digs in deeper, wrenching at J-Mo’s ankle like a madman, and just when it seems like Moreno is inches away from touching the bottom rope, Issac YANKS him backward, and then he falls down to the canvas and grapevines his legs around J-Mo’s leg, adding even more torque to the maneuver and making it ever the more difficult to escape from.

Alan Ducard: A true artist of pain is Issac, scissoring those big tree limbs around J-Mo’s leg, and I fear that Moreno is not going to be able to pull Issac’s three hundred pound girth across the mat to get to those ropes again, especially from this position.

Jimmy Yates: Submissions are legal in this match, and I’m sure a sadistic fiend like Entragian would love to see J-Mo tap out on a stage like this. It would make victory all the much sweeter for him…

Justin buries his face against the canvas, his hands planted on either side of his head as he tries with all of his might to resist the anguish coursing through his ankle, and when it appears as though Moreno will be forced to submit, Jester flies back into the scene, leaping into the air and driving the point of his elbow right into Entragian’s black heart. Issac gasps, and his grip on Justin’s ankle is immediately torn away. Moreno drags himself backwards towards one of the turnbuckle corners, trying to buy himself a little recuperation time. Meanwhile Smiles continues to bring the fight to Issac, allowing the white mastodon to get to his feet, only to blast him right in the face with a left hand. Issac’s head rocks back, and this time Jester leans in and hooks a heavy right hand into Entragian’s cheek. Issac is spun down to one knee from the impact, and Jester hooks up one of his arms and his neck, and then just begins to SLAM knees into the shelf of Issac’s jaw. After a succession of powerful knee blasts, Jester grabs the side of Issac’s neck and the back of his thigh, and then he falls backwards and HAMMERS Issac’s weight into the canvas with a t-bone suplex.

Alan Ducard: Did you HEAR some of those shots, bloody hell they sounded brutal! And there we saw Jester lift up three hundred pounds of white demon and SUPLEX him right back down to the mat, I’m impressed.

Jimmy Yates: Well Jester is no small guy Alan, he pushes 6’ 6 and he clocks in at just less than 250lbs, so I’m not surprised that he was able to get Issac up. A man of Jester’s size and caliber has no shortage on strength.

Alan Ducard: Not to mention the fact that, as we saw moments ago, Jester Smiles is one of the best pure strikers in the game today. He has a fierce MMA style when it comes to using every part of his body to hit you, and I’m sure if asked, Issac could tell you that those strikes sting like bullets.

Jimmy Yates: Well remember what Jester said in one of his promotional pieces Alan, he told Issac that he was going to punch him in the face a few times, and already he has made good on that statement in this match.

Issac lands hard, his hands immediately going down to nurse his lower back. Smiles rises to his feet steadily, and he’s met with a karate style kick to the back of his thigh from J-Mo. Jester absorbs the kick and then spins around, burying his knee into Moreno’s midsection. J-Mo doubles over, and Jester whips the point of his elbow down against the top of Justin’s neck. Moreno hobbles backwards, his hand on the back of his neck, and Jester follows him, getting close and driving a big body shot into Moreno’s breadbasket with his left hand. A whoosh of air escapes Justin’s lips, and then he’s met with a piston-like right hand right to the nose, rocking his head back, the effect comparable to whiplash. With J-Mo reeling, Jester lowers his head and lifts J-Mo up onto his shoulders in an electric chair position. Smiles walks towards the center of the ring with Moreno sitting on his shoulders, about to hit an electric chair drop, but then both men realize that Entragian has ascended to the top turnbuckle on the opposite side of the ring. Jester’s eyes grow wide, and Issac wastes no time, LAUNCHING himself off the top rope and barreling into BOTH Moreno & Smiles with his patented flying clothesline. The resulting impact is like a car crash, the tower of two human beings seems to fold in on itself, with J-Mo’s face smacking the canvas as he falls and Jester flying back and landing right on his spine. Entragian rolls through with the landing, and then pops back up to his feet, surveying the carnage he just gave birth to.

Bryan Harris: Did you SEE that? Listen to the crowd chanting HOLY SHIT, that was un-freakin’-believable. That was like watching a tower made of human flesh being knocked down, talk about impact!

Alan Ducard: Issac soared through the air, Wings of War hit, but on that exchange it annihilated two men at the same time! Now that’s a kill two birds with one stone scenario if I’ve ever seen one.

Jimmy Yates: It hearkens back to what we said earlier, it’s rare to see a man of Entragian’s size hit an aerial maneuver like that, but Issac does it so efficiently that if anything, you HAVE to respect the man’s agility.

Entragian immediately throws himself on top of Moreno, hooking up a leg and pulling backwards.

ONE!

TWO-NOOOOOOOOO!!

Jester makes a desperation leap, driving the side of his forearm into Issac’s head and effectively breaking up the pinfall.

Alan Ducard: Close, but no cigar. Jester made certain that he was still in the running for the World Title by breaking up that pinfall.

Issac rises to his feet, seething over not getting the pinfall, and Jester is right there to meet him. Entragian moves in, and Smiles reacts by launching out with a shuffle side kick aimed at Issac’s upper chest. The kick connects somewhat, but just as the sole of Jester’s boot hits Issac’s chest and knocks him back a step, Issac’s pallid hands shoot up and CATCH Jester’s foot. From there Issac begins to SLAM down clubbing blows directed into the side of Jester’s knee, causing untold amounts of pain to shoot up through Jester’s leg. Smiles finally loses his footing with his free leg, falling down to the canvas, and Issac takes advantage, twisting up Jester’s leg and pulling it down so that it’s behind Issac’s knee, and then Entragian reaches over and grabs Jester’s far leg and places it over his trapped foot. Jester’s eyes immediately well up with anguish, his hands scrabbling against the mat in an attempt to escape this hell that he’s enduring.

Bryan Harris: Oh shit! Ladies and gentlemen, Entragian has just brought out the big guns, what we’re witnessing right now is a perfectly applied indian deathlock!

Alan Ducard: One of the most painful maneuvers in the business, this hold rips into your patella and makes it feel as though your knee has been infested by a hornet’s nest.

Jimmy Yates: A vicious and vile submission hold if I’ve ever seen one, and this has been a part of Entragian’s repertoire for awhile now. If memory serves Issac once successfully used this maneuver to retain his No Limits Championship against Kevin Oppenheimer.

Jester positively WRITHES on the canvas, his fingers digging down into his palms, his eyes becoming glassy as the torture is inflicted upon him. To make matters worse, Entragian begins to stand up on one foot and then throw his weight right back down to the canvas, adding even more SICK torque to the submission. Jester’s suffering doesn’t last long though, because suddenly from out of nowhere Justin Moreno FLIES off the nearest top turnbuckle, and he smashes down across the throat of The Pale Rider with a flying leg drop. The back of Issac’s skull whacks the canvas, and he gasps audibly, trying desperately to tear oxygen back into his body. Meanwhile Jester easily works his legs out of the pretzel-like tangle Issac had him in, and he pulls himself backwards along the canvas and uses the ropes to gain a shaky vertical base.

Alan Ducard: It’s a good thing Moreno intervened there; otherwise Jester may have succumbed to the pain.

Jimmy Yates: I don’t know Alan, Jester Smiles is ALL heart; I think it would take A LOT to make an individual like him tap out.

With the World Heavyweight Champion down, Moreno & Smiles turn on each other. Justin hits the ropes and races towards Smiles, but just as Jester goes to grab him J-Mo drops down and baseball slides right between Jester’s legs. Before Smiles has a chance to turn around Moreno pops up and snatches up one of his arms, effectively cinching in a hammerlock while driving Jester’s arm upwards forcefully. Jester uses his strength to break out of the hammerlock, and he swings around looking to clean Justin’s clock with a right hand, but Moreno ducks and clotheslines Jester with EVERYTHING he has, actually managing to knock the much larger man down. There’s no celebration for Moreno though, because as he backs up he’s suddenly SNATCHED up into the air and placed on the shoulders of Issac Entragian! With J-Mo’s back laid out horizontally across Issac’s shoulders, Entragian begins to grind at J-Mo’s spine via a torture rack.
Moreno cries out, and Issac seems to feed off of this, pulling and tearing at Moreno whiles stomping down against the mat with both feet. Beads of sweat drip down the World Champion’s forehead as he struggles to keep the rack applied, but Moreno begins to fight it, wriggling his body in an attempt to free himself. Sensing that the tide is turning, Entragian switches up his grip on Moreno’s body, and then the monster JUMPS while simultaneously flipping J-Mo’s frame towards the canvas; effectively SPIKING his head into the mat with a truly violent burning hammer! The whole ring shakes with the impact, and Moreno flops down onto his side after landing awkwardly on his head and neck.

Jimmy Yates: LORD IN HEAVEN! Moreno’s neck could be broken after that, did you see how he landed??

Alan Ducard: That was….nothing short of horrible. I don’t think we’ve ever seen Entragian utilize a burning hammer before, and let’s hope we don’t see that more often from him, because a maneuver like that coupled with that man’s sadistic tendencies can be deadly.

Bryan Harris: Moreno’s neck looked like a jacked-up slinky when he ate canvas, you gotta wonder if his neck is EVER gonna be the same after something like that…that’s one of those moves that is sure to shave a few years off your career.

Issac rises up after the delivering the burning hammer, a sick twinkle in his eye as he looks down at J-Mo’s unmoving carcass. The World Champion turns around, looking to take the fight to Jester, but Smiles is one step ahead already, and he barrels into Issac and just begins to unleash with a barrage of knife-edge chops aimed at Issac’s upper chest. Entragian hisses in pain, his muscles twitching as he gets blasted again and again along the pectorals. Entragian struggles to counter, throwing a huge right hand towards Jester’s head, but Smiles BLOCKS the punch, and then delivers a big shot of his own right into Entragian’s side. Issac backs up, trying to throw his hands up to block strikes, but Jester moves right in and continues to hammer the monster with body shots. With Entragian reeling, Jester leans in and fires a heavy elbow and forearm shot into Issac’s face, and then he follows that up with a headbutt right to the bridge of the nose!

Jimmy Yates: Did you hear that CRUNCH? Hell, that freakish monster may have a broken nose after taking that headbutt!

Alan Ducard: Smiles is really taking it to Issac with that MMA style on his side, I’ve got a feeling that the World Champion is having trouble combating such fierce tactics.

Entragian is shaky on his feet, looking like his head if full of cobwebs and Jester promptly takes advantage of that, grabbing Issac’s neck and then trapping an arm, looking for a suplex predicament. Smiles goes to lift Entragian up, but he only gets him up a few inches before Issac shifts his weight. Before Jester can try again Issac uses his animalistic power to break Jester’s grip, and then he grabs Smiles by the throat with both hands and choke tosses him halfway across the ring. Jester rolls and smashes up against the bottom rope, favoring his ribs and not making any effort to get up.

The World Heavyweight Champion sees this as an opportunity, and he takes the time to begin slowly ascending one of the turnbuckles, perhaps looking to score with his flying clothesline again, but before Issac can even properly situate himself on the top turnbuckle Moreno makes his presence known, grabbing Issac’s leg and pulling, causing The Ivory Terror to lose his balance and CROTCH himself on the top rope. Entragian’s eyes widen in horror, the big man coughing as he struggles against the rope he’s burdened upon. Moreno acts quickly, leaping up onto one of the turnbuckles on the side of the ring, and then he SAILS all the way across the ring, slamming both feet into Issac with a missile dropkick! Entragian takes the hit hard, falling off the top rope and crashing down to the thin mats on the outside of the ring. J-Mo wastes no time, he follows Entragian to the outside, looking to keep the offence coming.

Alan Ducard: That was absolutely spell-binding; J-Mo cleared almost the entire length of the ring with that missile dropkick!

Jimmy Yates: Speed and tenacity, both words work well to describe The Surf City Show-Stealer. This man lives and breathes talent, he can do things in that squared circle that other competitors only DREAM of.

Bryan Harris: Oh please, it’s only a matter of time before Entragian stamps that little beach bum under his heel! Let’s go champ, put these guys down for the count!

Klinton Porter begins his ten count, but it’s slow, as though he knows better than to waste a match of this quality on a count out. Moreno goes to the downed monster, snatching him up by the hair only to snap a kick off into his midsection. J-Mo then grabs Issac’s arm and attempts to irish whip him, but Issac turns it around, irish whipping Moreno RIGHT into the steel steps! Moreno hits with his shoulder, and the top portion of the steps go flying. Before J-Mo can even TRY to get up, Entragian is on top of him, ripping him up to a vertical base and then lifting him into a bearhug-like hold. With Moreno in his grasp, Issac runs forward and BLASTS Justin spine-first into one of the steel ring posts. J-Mo’s mouth opens in a silent O of pain, and Issac drops him to the ground.

The monster then pulls Moreno along the floor and props him up against the security railing on the outside of the ring. The Ivory Terror takes a few big steps backwards, and then he launches forward with a big boot, looking to take J-Mo’s head off, but Justin DUCKS outta the way! Entragian finds himself painfully crotched on the security railing, and quite suddenly Moreno jumps up, wrapping his legs around the back of Issac’s neck, and then he FLIPS backwards, his momentum working in his favor as Entragian CRASHES against the floor thanks to the reverse frankensteiner! Issac’s body twitches from the impact, and Moreno is back on the attack, forcing Issac up to his feet, with the seven footer leaning against J-Mo to stand up, both men nearly falling. Suddenly in a flash JESTER SMILES comes FLYING through the ropes with a suicide dive, pistoning himself into BOTH men and the bodies fall like bowling pins! As the cameras sweep the floor we see all three men lying awkwardly on the outside of the ring, Jester having sacrificed himself to do damage to his opponents.

Bryan Harris: Talk about carnage! We saw shades of Entragian’s No Limits background during that exchange, and things just went from bad to worse!

Alan Ducard: Moreno’s use of that reverse frankensteiner was brilliant, Issac’s own weight turned against him in that case, and he positively SMASHED into those thin mats on the outside of the ring.

Jimmy Yates: That sure was something, but I’m still amazed at that suicide dive from Jester Smiles! Jester is a big guy when you think about it, but he has some scary speed on his side. That impact resembled a car crash, lemme tell ya!

Klinton Porter is up to SEVEN, and finally we see signs of life on the outside. Jester slides into the ring under the bottom rope, holding the side of his head. Moreno follows, pulling himself with all he’s got just as Porter reaches EIGHT. Entragian BARELY manages to drag himself into the ring, just before Porter can reach his full ten count. Smiles is the first man to get to his feet, leaning up against the turnbuckles for balance. J-Mo scuttles into one of the turnbuckle corners, his face plastered against the bottom rope as he tears in breaths, his body not yet allowing him to rise. Entragian slowly rises up to his knees, and then using one hand to push up from the canvas he gets to a limping vertical base. Jester targets the World Champion immediately, leaping at him from behind while locking one arm around Issac’s throat with a rear naked choke! Issac’s arms start pin wheeling, red patches beginning to appear on his face. The Ivory Terror gasps, his sharpened teeth bared as a few specks of saliva fly from his mouth, but he gets no relief, Jester just wrenches in even harder with the choke. Entragian struggles not to lose his footing, but it’s obvious that he’s weakening as Smiles continues to apply the pressure.

Alan Ducard: This could be a PIVOTAL moment in this match ladies and gentlemen, this rear naked choke has proven to be deadly for Issac in the past, Greyson Blade once used it to defeat Entragian in their cell match for the No Limits Championship!

Bryan Harris: Come on champ, fight it! Don’t let this clown take you down!

Using just about everything he’s got, Issac grabs Jester’s head and then flips his own body forward, and in doing so he flips Jester over his shoulder and down to the mat, forcing Smiles to release the choke. After performing this desperation counter, Entragian drops down to his hands and knees, struggling to draw oxygen into his big chest. Smiles valiantly rolls himself over and then gets to his feet, then he takes a handful of Issac’s white hair, and he BLASTS a hard knee into Issac’s face. The albino eats the knee violently, and he flips over onto his back, his eyes looking distant. Smiles then turns his attention to one of the corner turnbuckles, and very laboriously he begins the climb upwards. Once up high, Jester turns his back to the ring, says a little prayer, and then he LEAPS backwards, flipping his large frame into motion with a moonsault. Just as Jester’s heft lands, Issac FLINGS both of his knees up, and Smile’s abdomen meets Issac’s knees with sickening intensity. Jester’s body flops up and to the side after the impact, and Smiles practically dry heaves as he draws his 6’ 6 frame up into the fetal position after hitting the canvas.

Alan Ducard: Well that was a high risk maneuver, and with moves like that it’s either feast or famine, there’s always the possibility of crashing and burning, and Jester did JUST that.

Jimmy Yates: Smiles performed that moonsault to perfection, but Issac is just too damn crafty, he knew what was coming and he had the wherewithal to get those knees up just in time.

Entragian flings an arm over Jester’s chest, looking to end this. Porter drops into positions and does his job.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE-NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Jester gets his shoulder up, and Issac’s face draws down into a mask of frustration; he tugs at his own hair, his eyes unbelieving.

Alan Ducard: Well Issac was looking to capitalize on Jester’s mistake, but apparently Smiles still has fuel in the tank, the hero has YET to fall.

Entragian slowly gets up to his feet, favoring his right leg and limping slightly. Meanwhile on the other side of the ring Justin Moreno has gotten to his feet as well. Issac and Justin lock eyes, and the hatred is felt like a physical thing, snaking between the two men. Justin runs at Issac, and Issac roars, flinging out his right arm in a massive clothesline attempt, but Moreno flicks his head back with a matrix-like move, avoiding the clothesline. Moreno keeps running, and he bounces off the ropes, and just when Entragian turns around to meet him Justin grabs Issac by the neck and SPINS him down to canvas with a tornado ddt! Issac’s skull meets mat with a horrible crunching sound, and the World Champion flips over to his back, his eyes closed, his nostrils struggling to rip air into his jarred lungs.

At this point Smiles has gotten up, and he tries steal J-Mo’s spoils, falling on top of Issac and pulling back on one big leg.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE-NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Issac reaches out and wraps his pale fingers around the bottom rope just MILLISECONDS before Klinton Porter can signal a three count.

Alan Ducard: We were inches away from having a new World Heavyweight Champion ladies and gents, but bloody hell, that freak Issac has the ring awareness of an animal, just when you think he’s done, he finds a way to slink his way out of a loss.

Bryan Harris: Have a little respect, Alan. Entragian is a machine, he inhales and exhales this business, and the blood that runs through his veins is like black oil, pumping him full of ungodly strength. What the World Champion just did was SMART.

Jester seethes, his make-up smeared and running as it has mixed with his own sweat. Suddenly J-Mo grabs Jester by the hair and PULLS him off of Issac, and then Moreno hooks up one of Issac’s legs! Porter drops down to make the count, but before his hand can even slap the canvas for a one count, Smiles dives down and pistons a fist into Moreno’s ribs, breaking the pinfall.

Jimmy Yates: Moreno and Smiles can TASTE that World Championship gold, they’re doing everything in their power to get to it, and to KEEP each other from getting to it.

Justin rolls off of Issac, holding his ribs. Jester crawls over to the ropes, pulling himself up to an unsteady vertical base. Moreno rises as well, first to his knees, and then to his feet, his hands still wrapped around his ribs. Smiles and J-Mo look as though they’re about to attack each other again, but before either man can raise a hand against the other…

THE MONSTER ENTRAGIAN SITS UP!

Issac’s upper body snaps forward, ever so slowly, as though some deep calling within his blackened soul brought him back from the brink of failure. His eyes are burning emeralds of malice, and he breathes raggedly through his mouth, his razor teeth shining with saliva. Moreno watches this, licking his lips, momentarily frozen in place. Smiles cocks his head to the side, as if in his mind he’s asking “what the fuck…”

Moreno and Smiles exchange a look, and then both men seem at least for the moment to form some silent temporary alliance. J-Mo and Smiles both run forward, looking to team up against Issac, but Entragian bounds up to his feet with surprising grace, and he SNAPS both of his hands forward, locking them around the throats of both Moreno and Smiles! Both competitors fight against Issac’s grip, but the feral psychopath is just too damn strong, and with a goozle locked in on both of his opponents, Issac looks straight into the face of J-Mo, unleashing a blood-curdling roar, and then he LIFTS both men into the air and performs an insane double chokeslam! Moreno takes the biggest ride, since he’s the smaller competitor, but Jester takes quite the ride as well, with both men getting DRILLED into the canvas like ragdolls.

Alan Ducard: GOOD GOD! The power of that man is otherworldly! Both of those men are over two hundred pounds consecutively, and that hell-birthed albino just BLASTED them into the canvas as though they were toys!

Bryan Harris: Do you feel it boys?!!? It’s the red cloud! I’ve come to recognize that look in Issac’s eyes; this is when he falls head over heels into the heart of his own madness. Bad moon rising fellas, Entragian just grinded up into a much higher gear.

Issac looks down at the havoc of broken bodies as his feet, his breathing harsh and loud, sounding almost like an asthmatic growl. A nearly catatonic look has come into his eyes, as though his body is here but his mind is elsewhere. And that’s when the stomping starts…

Entragian begins to raise his boot, blasting it down into Justin’s Moreno’s ribs, then he changes his focus, going over to Smiles and stomping down on his face, his stomach, his arms, any appendage that’s visible is fair game. Issac goes back and forth like this, stomping down onto the legs of Moreno, and then going back to Jester to crush his boot down against his hands and knees.

Jimmy Yates: I always find this hard to watch. We’ve seen Issac go into this “booty party” mode before, and watching him when he’s like this is like watching a creature dissect it’s prey. No remorse in those eyes folks; this is who Issac really is.

Alan Ducard: Can you imagine the human anatomy being assaulted like this? Think of a three hundred pound man, STOMPING on every part of your body he can get to. It’s like a little taste of hell in this world.

Bryan Harris: You know what I love about Entragian? He is SHAMELESS in his evil. He does things we all wish that we could do, and for that, I truly admire this individual…

Jester, having taken enough punishment, desperately rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope with what little strength he has left, effectively getting away from the boot party. Moreno is not so lucky, Issac has refocused on him, and the stomps continue to rain down. Entragian has literally STOMPED J-Mo bloody, both of his lips having busted up against his own teeth. Finally, after what seems like eons, Issac stops, perhaps nearing exhaustion. The monster takes a few big steps backwards, and then he intertwines his arms around the top rope, and from there he just leers down at the destruction he has caused, seeming to examine Moreno’s carcass, a sadistic gleam in his irises.

Jimmy Yates: I hope, deep down in every fiber of my being, that someone takes that championship from Issac Entragian here tonight. I don’t care if it’s Smiles or Moreno, ANYONE will do. This man is HIDEOUS, on the inside and on the outside, and LEGACY deserves a better World Champion than this…this…mad dog.

Alan Ducard: He’s warped, Jimmy. Every night I watch Issac in the ring, I struggle to glimpse even the tiniest shred of humanity within this man, but time and time again, I see NOTHING. It’s like looking into a black hole.

Bryan Harris: Do you know what I see when I look at Entragian? I see a WORLD CHAMPION, and damned good one at that.

Moreno starts to stir, rolling to his side so that he can cough, the blood from his lips running down to stain the canvas red. Issac keys in on this, readying himself for another attack, but unbeknownst to the World Champion, Jester Smiles had slid into the ring under the bottom rope. Smiles is obviously hurting, but he walks with a purpose, holding his fist down at his side, clenched so hard that the knuckles are white. Meanwhile Issac stalks towards Moreno, still unaware of Jester’s presence in the ring. Entragian gets within a few feet of Moreno, and then Jester grabs him rudely by the shoulder, spinning the big man around, and with his right hand he UNLEASHES on the monster known as Entragian with a closed fist of epic proportions. The flesh of Issac’s face seems almost to be hit with a shockwave as Jester’s knuckles meet his cheek, his head rocking back, his lips parting as a few droplets of spit fly from his mouth. Issac’s frame turns, his body becoming dead weight, and he falls like a giant oak in the forest, SMASHING into the canvas right on his face, making no attempt to block his fall with his hands. Smiles watches this, his face stern, clenching and unclenching the fist that did the deed.

Jimmy Yates: DID YOU SEE THAT?!?!? I THINK ENTRAGIAN IS OUT! I THINK JESTER SMILES JUST KNOCKED THAT BIG FREAK RIGHT THE HELL OUT!!

Alan Ducard: Look at Issac’s eyes! They are totally glazed over, he’s done! We’re going to have a new World Champion here tonight in Boston!!!

With the crowd ROARING it’s approval, Jester drops down on top of Issac, covering him and hooking one huge leg with authority.

ONE!

Issac shows no signs of movement, his body very still.

TWO!

The crowd is alive and frenzied, seeming almost to taste the thought of Jester Smiles as World Heavyweight Champion, and they LIKE what they taste.

THREE!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

At the very last second, Moreno jumps in, lacing his hands together and blasting them into Jester’s back with a double axe handle, and the pinfall has been BROKEN just inches before it can become a three count!

Alan Ducard: BLOODY HELL! I thought it was over! I was SURE that it was over!

Jimmy Yates: Moreno wants that World Heavyweight Title just as much as Jester does Alan, this is his moment, and as much as he may respect Jester Smiles, his desire to become the World Champion will win out every time.

Jester gets up to his knees, FURIOUS, and he scrambles across the canvas, grabbing at J-Mo’s shoulder, but J-Mo spins around and DRILLS Jester in the face with a jumping mule kick. Smiles goes down, and J-Mo turns his attention to his pale nemesis. Moreno sees that Entragian still down, having rolled onto his back, where he’s just now started to show some signs of life. J-Mo marks his placement, and then he quickly makes a beeline towards the closest turnbuckle. With a graceful jump, Moreno situates himself on the top turnbuckle, and then he turns his body to face the ring, perhaps thinking Extreme Measures, but before he can even truly find his balance, he sees that Smiles is storming towards the buckles. J-Mo immediately hops down, but he comes down wrong on his ankle, twisting it awkwardly to the side. Moreno cries out, his leg buckling beneath him, and Jester takes advantage, dropping down to one knee and throwing stiff fists into Moreno’s leg. Meanwhile Issac has finally “woken” from his brush with unconsciousness, and quietly approaching Smiles from behind, Issac waits for his chance, and then LEAPS straight up into the air, driving a bicycle kick into the back of Jester’s skull, destroying him with the impact. Smiles sails forward after the hit, his body hitting the canvas and then bouncing right out of the ring past the second rope.

Alan Ducard: This isn’t good, it looked like J-Mo tweaked that ankle as he came off the buckles, he’s like a one legged man right now.

Bryan Harris: And look at the World Champion, like a hyena smelling the blood of a dying animal, he’s ON Moreno just as quick as a lightning flash!

Justin struggles to get all the way up to deal with Issac, but Entragian shoots behind Moreno in an instant, and grabbing up J-Mo’s bad ankle, Issac holds tight to the outside of Justin’s foot and then he snakes one massive arm all the way around Moreno’s ankle, making sure he has the joint just where he wants it. From there the World Champion begins to GRIND on the pressure with a standing variation of an ankle lock, wrenching at Justin’s ankle with all the strength reserves he has left in his tank.

Jimmy Yates: This is the worst possible spot J-Mo can be in right now, he’s injured and Entragian has honed in on that injury like a bloodhound.

Alan Ducard: Fight this J-Mo! Fight this tyrant!

Moreno buries his face against the canvas, crying out as the excruciation travels from his ankle all the way up to his hip. Sweat pours down Justin’s face, and he DIGS his hands against the canvas, dragging with his fingernails, but Issac is locked on SO tight, he can barely manage a few inches. Entragian begins to shake his head back and forth, his white hair flying with perspiration, his face etched with his one true sin: WRATH.

Issac’s dementia once more comes into play, and he begins to SCREAM down at Justin, while simultaneously twisting Justin’s ankle even HARDER.

THE IVORY TERROR: I’LL F*CKING SNAP IT JUSTIN! I’LL SNAPPPPP ITTTTT IN FRONT OF YOUR WHORE WIFE!!!!!

Moreno cries out in response, his anguish taking complete control of him. He tries in vain to drag himself with his elbows towards the bottom rope, but Entragian IMMEDIATLEY pulls him back towards the center of the ring. Justin’s face is BEET RED, veins pulsing in his temples, and finally he reaches his brink, his hand hovers above the canvas, and then he SMACKS the mat with his palm, once, twice, three times.

Porter acknowledges, and then throws a signal to the timekeeper, giving notification of the tap out.

Josephina Colbert: YOUR WINNER, AS A RESULT OF A SUBMISSION, HE IS STILL THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, ISSSSAC ENTRAAAAAAGIIIANNN!!!

The bell rings loudly, and Issac STILL hasn’t released the ankle lock. Porter snatches at Issac’s arm, telling him to let up, and very reluctantly Issac tears himself away from the hold, allowing Moreno to fall to the canvas in total exhaustion.

Jimmy Yates: Well once again, that monochrome mastodon Entragian has added new victims to his VERY long list. Moreno has the heart of a lion, and he fought with ALL that he had, but in the end it wasn’t enough when stacked up against Issac’s sheer insanity.

Alan Ducard: All three of these men put on stellar performances, with Smiles coming close to gold with a knock-out punch, and J-Mo wowing us with his speed and agility, but in the end, the black-hearted Entragian is still our WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION.

Jimmy Yates: And what a shame that is…

Bryan Harris: There was never a doubt in my mind. Issac’s bond with that World Title is something we aren’t meant to understand, he treats it like a living creature, and as we’ve seen from Issac’s past, once he attains championship glory, his stranglehold on it is almost impossible to break.

Gaunt immediately runs out from the back, and she races to grab up the World Heavyweight Championship. Liz snatches it up and hops into the ring, where The Pale Rider holds his arms up and allows her to snap it around his waist. Once his prize is secure within his possession, Issac plants one of his boots onto J-Mo’s back, and then scans the front row, looking for a very specific target. Finally he locks eyes with Allison Moreno, tears washing down her face as she looks towards the ring. Issac narrows his gaze, and then his forked tongue slips out, and he licks his fingertips. He then kisses his fingers, and blows a kiss right at Allison Moreno. Her expression breaks down even further and she starts to sob, while a huge wolfish smile eclipses Entragian’s face.

Jimmy Yates: He’s disgusting, playing with that young woman’s emotions after she has just witnessed the brutal fall of her husband.

Alan Ducard: Justin Moreno and his rehabilitated wife just want to live their lives peacefully, they’ve been through terrible times, but both of them have PERSEVERED. Now that they’re reunited this should be a happy time in their lives, but obviously, ENTRAGIAN does not want to let that happen. He spreads misery like it’s a disease, and I don’t know if even THIS is the end…

Once Issac has sealed his victory with a blown kiss, the monster raises one fist skyward, while wrapping his other arm around Liz’s waist. White flames burst forth from all four ring posts, and the last shot we see is the monstrous World Champion standing atop of Justin Moreno, and the worst part is…

He’s laughing.