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As Mikah steps into Natural Selection's quarters, she gets a standing ovation from everyone within the area. Smiling- as she likes to say her 'award winning smile,' Mikah was flattered to say the least. Stepping into the scene was Jacob Mitchell- and he was still dressed in his street clothes. Con and Marcus Bain were dressed for action as Ryan Cain stepped into the room- Jake gazed at him and nodded his head as Ryan returned the gesture.
Ryan: Oh, thanks Mikah.
Mikah: For..
Ryan: Remember that one time I needed a ride to San Francisco, and your uppidy ass wouldn't give me one because you said your only friends were in Natural Selection?
Tugging at his leather cut, he smirked.
Ryan: Yeah, thanks. Whore.
Mikah: I AM NOT A WHORE!
Cross: A hooker is a whore Mikah, haven't we been through this before?
Mikah: I'M NOT A HOOKER NEITHER!
Con: You racist as hell too.
Mikah: I AM NOT!
Jacob: You discriminate against people NOT from the states.
Mikah: NO!
Bain: You're also a tease.
Mikah: ...
About to chime in- Kole Kash was shoved aside by Vince Hawkins who adjusted his suit and dropped a line that was ripped straight out of Andrew Dice Clay's book.
Hawkins: I banged her. She took it all, it reminded me of my days in Vietnam where for five American dollars, you could get any chick in the village.
Once more Kash tried to chime in as Hawkins turned around and pie-faced him out of the area and slammed the door shut. William Sharpe opened the door and stepped in- the whole room was about to snap and he noticed this as he held his hands up, pleading innocence.
Sharpe: WHOA! Relax! I just wanted to let you know that I got word from Brooks and next week is going to be a Underground and Shockwave supershow, he's pushing it back to a special Sunday date though because of the two shows combined. I guess the network didn't have openings for a regular time-slot, we're getting more than three hours to showcase our stuff.
Jacob: Any word on the matches?
William had the ability to fire off a smile that looked even more sinister than Jake's.
Sharpe: Yeah, I got our matches already. Main-eventing the Shockwave portion?
Sharpe slapped Ryan on the chest.
Sharpe: The FOCKing Frachise versus Zarek Lyle.
Hearing those words made Ryan smile. He's been waiting to want to go up against one of PWT's 'big dogs,' and he was getting his chance. Jake nodded his head as he liked the sound of that as he held out his fist which Ryan bumped.
Sharpe: Bain is taking on Matt Ward on the Shockwave portion..
The entire Natural Selection broke out in hysterical laughter as Bain was ROFL'ing.
Sharpe: .. And main eventing the Underground portion? Our fearless leader- The Natural Selection Champion.. The Bull Shark..
All eyes fell on Jake as Sharpe cut that smile again.
Sharpe: Against Phoenix.. Winterborn.
An empty anger was seen in Jake's eyes-Winterborn has been pestering The Prodigal Son for a match and now? He was going to get it. Jake cut that sinister smirk of his.
Jacob: Is that the complete event or i-
Bursting into the locker-room as if he owned the place was Tony Rich and he was all smiles. Cutting Jake off wasn't his intent, but he did it anyway. Cocking his head to the left- Jake arched The Prodigal Brow as the mood in Natural Selection's quarters grew sour. Surrounding Tony- you had Jake.. Bain.. Con.. Cross.. Cain.. Hawkins.. Sharpe.. and Mikah and they looked like they were out for blood.
Jacob: .. Did I tell you to get involved out there, prospect?
Before Rich could answer- Cross smacked him in the back of the head.
Cross: You don't listen, do you?!
Jacob: You've not only been defiant, but you'e been trying to stand us up it seems.. Is that it?
Rich: No Jake- All I was doing was taking the initiative like you said to do. I went out there and smacked Addams in the head with the title because that's what you told me to do. Stop falling back and be productive!
Jacob: But that's the problem- I DIDN'T SAY THAT!
Bain's arm extended and shoved Rich forward a bit.
Jacob: So you don't follow orders- you open your mouth about stuff that doesn't concern you, you don't respect full patch members- why are you even here? Didn't I tell you unless you were going to accept the role as a prospect don't bother? Is there too much junk in your ear from what the fans in the states chant?!
For good measure- Ryan shoved Tony now- as Con added it with a push of his own.
Jacob: You think by laying Addams out you 'took initiative?'
Rich: I did that because I want that title- I want the PWT TITANium Championship! I'm tired of not having nothing to show for my work-
Jacob: WHAT WORK?! ALL YOU DO IS LOSE!
The briefcase that Javen had dropped earlier- Hawkins had picked it up and it matched him quite well. Tossing it over to Jake- Jake knocked against it a few times before turning his eyes over to Rich.
Jacob: You want a shot at the title that Othniel was supposed to win? OK, that's fine. But I'm not putting my head under the gullotine for you, you've failed me too many times. Next week- at the Supershow- Sharpe, go to Brooks and tell him that Rich wants to be taken seriously. Tell him to book Rich against any guy from PWT-
Cross: Actually..
Eyes fell on Cross now.
Cross: I think that this dumbshit Prospect needs to be punished, but I don't wanna break a sweat, do you Jake? Bain?
Shaking his head- Jake didn't want to bother, neither did Ryan.
Cross: In that case- Why don't we make Rich prove himself and his worth against a guy we know is going to put it all on the line- especially with how his life's been going recently..
Almost as if Jake had won the lottery- his eyes lit up, as did the rest of Natural Selection as all of them knew EXACTLY who Cross was talking about. It wasn't as if Natural Selection disliked Tony Rich, they thought the kid had heart, but he always had his mind else-where and he's let NS down in the past so the boys didn't trust him.
Cross: .. Matlock.
Jacob: Sharpe, get the match made. Brooks is gonna wanna do whatever he can to try and kill us off one by one.
Sharpe: I'll head there now and report to the ring- as we're gonna be bringing more gold home tonight, right boys?
The Freaks and Pain Syndicate exchanged looks as Sharpe bursted out with maniacal laughter. Heading out of the room- eyes fell back on Tony Rich now as Jake grabbed him by his prospect cut and clenched his fist.
Jacob: You better not let me down again, this is the last chance I'm giving you. If it was up to everyone else, your ass woulda been sailing just like Andrews.. Styles.. Hart.. Homicide.. Bullet Brothers.. Prahbas.. Get the hint? Show up next week to the Supershow and beat Matlock or else we're going to beat.. you.
Cross: By the way dumbass- Would you get Kill Switch a broom? He's been asking for one for a while.
Jake shoved Rich as Natural Selection went their own way. Jake handed the briefcase to Cross as Cross popped it open, sitting down. Filing through the paper-work and manilla folders, Jake arched The Prodigal Brow.
Jacob: What's that?
Cross: Some legal stuff I'm going through.. I misplaced a paper, it's pretty essential to our cause if you..
Cross looked up and patted his patches on the left side of his vest.
Cross: .. Know what I mean?
Jacob: Everything went through?
Cross: We just need to pull the trigger on it.
Jacob: Solid, this is falling into place better than I had expected.
Cross: You're telling me brother.
Jake slapped Cross on the back as he moved past him- Ryan was taking a sip from the water bottle as Jake moved towards him. Despite sharing the same colors- Jake and Ryan haven't really had the chance to talk- they were too busy and wrapped up doing other stuff. Crossing his tattooed arms over his chest- Jake leaned back as Ryan looked up.
Jacob: How's everything going?
Ryan: I got no complaints.
Jacob: Good. I'm looking forward to watching the new Ryan Cain humiliate that nobody Zarek Lyle- take his ass out, Ryan- he's worthless. He' everything that the business is coming to and it makes me sick.
Jake held his right hand out as Ryan looked down at it and smiled.
Ryan: Just for you, bud.
Shaking Jake's hand the two held the grip for a second before breaking it.
Jacob: You're not so bad when I'm not the center of attention, you know that?
Chuckling, Ryan shrugged.
Ryan: Likewise.
Cross: AW SO CUTE! THE ONCE BITTER ENEMIES NOW BEST FRIENDS FINALLY HAVE A HEART TO HEART!
Con: THAT WAS AS NICE AS KIM KARDASHAN'S ASS!
All attention fell to Mikah as she sighed and threw her arms in the air and stomped off. Natural Selection broke into laughter again as Bain scratched behind his ear.
Bain: .. I.. Love.. Lamp? I love lamp.
Once came flying across the room from the direction of Jake as Bain stepped aside.
Bain: WHOA JAMARCUS RUSSELL, WATCH THE AIM!
The door opened and Kole Kash popped his head in- but Vince Hawkins took care of that by shoving Kash back outside and adjusted his suit again- taking a swig from a small bottle of Absolut Vodka.
Hawkins: .. I'm loving it.
Throwing the glass bottle against the wall- the scene popped over to ringside again onto the unsuspecting commentators.
Kill Switch: .. And next thing I know two ping pong balls fell out of her skirt a-
Othniel: -ND WE'RE BACK!
Kill Switch: Moral of the story is; Be careful in Thailand.
Othniel: Yeah, and if that's not bad enough you got crazy people like Bedlam running around there. MISS YOU BUDDY!
Kill Switch: FREE BEDLAM!
Suddenly several beautiful Hawaiian girls come out from the back holding merchandise trays and handing out the Free Bedlam T-Shirts to the crowd.
Kill Switch: For any of you peons still without the internet and not in the know. Bedlam is in prison, he didn't skip out because he decided to quit fighting, and from what I hear he's still fighting inside. Crazy bastard.
Othniel: That should tell you something about the reality of what Natural Selection is. NS started with these cuts right here in Hawaii. Sitting next to me is the PRESIDENT of the Hawaii chapter of Natural Selection. GIVE HIM A ROUND OF APPLAUSE LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!
Othniel stands up clapping as Switch clasping both hands together and throwing them over his shoulder pumping his arms in a mock celebration. The crowd suddenly groups together in one area towards the back with a loud reaction coming from that area.
Kill Switch: What's going on?
The cameras zoom in as making his way through the crowd who are seemingly attracted to him like magnets is Matt Matlock.
Othniel: What the hell is he doing out here!?
Kill Switch: Anyone in the back know how to tie a noose properly?
Switch taps the microphone on his headset.
Kill Switch: Is this thing on? Oh, yes that was a serious question! What? FIRED!
Othniel: SECURITY GET HIM OUT OF HERE!
Othniel is still standing facing the crowd now motioning with his good arm for security to throw Matlock out of the crowd. Matlock has made his way towards the mid point of the front section in front of the ring. Othniel finally sits back down.
Kill Switch: Would someone get a damn noose before he gets too far away for me to care about? Ah screw it, he just stepped out of my range of irritability.
Othniel: That's right.. Better run.
Boo's flood the arena as the sight of Tank and Georgia James wearing the PWT Championships takeover the screen.
Othniel: If he comes over here you'll kick his ass won't you?
Kill Switch: Of course! Unless I'm doing something else. You never know. I'm a busy guy.
Othniel: .. Can I get some security out here preferably over in the smelly Nova Scotian area of the crowd, I think I just saw some guy in an orange T-Shirt steal a wallet.. In other news, Switchy- time for the tag title match.
Kill Switch: Confuscious say, call me Switchy again and I'll wipe my ass with your larinyx.
Othniel: .. Oh..
While making their way down the ramp- they attempted to make nice with the fans but in the process got boo'd out of the arena, almost as bad as Scott Addams and Tani Lyons earlier.
Announcer: Introducing first, the so called champions. George James and Taint.
Kill Switch: .. A chick calls herself Taint?
Othniel: Apparently. That guy is DEFINITELY a George though.
The fans boo and laugh. GJ and Tank however do not look amused. They're both playing to the crowd though, hoping up on the turnbuckles in their corner taunting the crowd who obviously is hating on the fan favorites tonight because of the hometown boy Jacob Mitchell.
"Changes" by Godsmack ripped over the PA System and to a thunderous ovation- little time wasted was The Freaks and The Pan Syndicate. Heading straight down the ring- no jokes.. no smiles, they'd do it after, this was business time. Getting into the ring before the announcer could speak- the bell was rung while GJ and Tank played to the crowd.
Kill Switch: Idiots.
Unfortunately, the challengers didn't care about announcements or bells ringing to start this up. Cain and Bain both run forward jumping off the middle ropes beside Tank and GJ, springing off and flipping behind Tank and GJ with a dual sunset flip powerbombs off the middle ropes. The crowd cheers at the early jump start as Cross and Con step forward and start stomping the champs into the mat.
Announcers: And introducing the rightful champions, representing Natural Selection. First, the greatest tag team in the western hemisphere. THEEEEE FREEEEAAAAAKKKSSSS!! And next, also representing Natural Selection. The greatest tag team in the Eastern hemisphere...PAAAIIIINNNN SYYYNNDDIIICCAAAATTEEE!! And they are....whooping some ass right now!
Cross pulls GJ up and effortlessly throws her through the ropes crashing to the floor outside. Tank is pulled up by Cain and Bain as Cain kicks him in the gut and Bain hits the ropes coming back with a bulldog onto the knee of Con. Tank rolls over clutching at his face as Cain and Bain run forward with lightning fast leg drops one after the other. Cross is on the outside pounding James' face off the edge of the apron. Con starts pulling Tank up, who surprises him with an elbow to the gut, then snapmares Con forward. Cain and Bain both run at Tank who clotheslines them both almost out of their boots. The fans are booing loudly and Tank darts forward with a sliding kick under the ropes to the back of Cross sending him face first into the barricade. Tank turns around as Bain slingshots himself over the top rope but Tank catches him. Cain runs and does a flip dive through the ropes into Tank, holding Bain and all three men crash down as Cross just barely manages to get out of the way. Georgia hasn't been paid much attention to and manages to get back in the ring climbing to the top rope behind Con. Con hears the crowd and turns around only to be caught in a diving hurricanrana. Con rolls through into the corner gathering his wits as GJ sees Cross standing up outside the ring. Bain and Cain are both on the apron at each end and Tank is down. GJ runs forward deciding to put it all on the line and does a flip dive over the top rope onto Cross, but the big man is just that, too big, especially for a woman as he catches her in perfect powerbomb position.
Kill Switch: Do you smell something?
Othniel: Number two?
Kill Switch: Edgecrusher number two to be exact!
Cross steps forward and then turns around having his back to the apron and GJ facing it. She has her legs wrapped around his head throwing punch after punch trying to fight out of this before it's too late. However it is too late, and the look on her face says so. Bain and Cain both run forward down the apron wth dual superkicks to the face of James. She goes limp and almost falls backwards but Cross pulls her back up.
Kill Switch: THAT HAD TO HURT!
Othniel: I bet she lost a few teeth on that one! One step closer to accomplishing her dream of gum jobbing Brooks!
Kill Switch: Just like her momma!
Con hits the ropes in the ring and runs forward diving through the ropes with a huge own3d as Cross slams her forward with the Edgecrusher #2 Jacknife at the same time. The crowd erupts with chants of holy shit as GJ and Con both lay on the ground.
Kill Switch: Look at that. Con laying on top of a white girl with her legs up in the air, look familiar?
Othniel: RACIST!
Kill Switch: Racism doesn't exist in Hawaii my friend.
Tank is back in the ring now and runs forward with a forearm to the back of Bain knocking him into the barricade. Tank grabs the ropes Cain happens to be holding and flips him into the ring. Cain hits hard arching his back and is quickly pulled up and rammed face first into the turnbuckle by Tank, then thrown over the top to the floor as Cross steps in over the top rope. Tank turns around seeing the big man stepping up challenging him. Cross yells at him and Tank looks pumped to take him on now, it's what he wanted to go head to head.
Kill Switch: That idiot really thinks he can match power with Cross. GEORGE JAMES IS AN IDIOT!
Othniel: Cross only has about a foot of height on him.
Tank runs forward and the two powerhouses start trading shots. Cross hits a knee lift that changes the game and an elbow to the back of Tank's head. Cross wasting no time at all, and acting as ruthless and mean as ever grabs Tank by the throat and lifts him up with a Slam Dunk. A chokeslam flipping Tank all the way around to land on his face. Bain out of nowhere runs forward with an enziguri, then Cain seemingly dropped from the sky springboards off the top rope with his imploding star press.
Kill Switch: This beating is nothing short of a biblical massacre.
Othniel: Four members of NS against two regular people. Yeah, they're lucky they got to land a punch, I'm surprised the champs have put as much fight in as they have.
Kill Switch: I think the boys are smart enough to know that if they try and show off the champs are the champs for a reason. they could take advantage and score a quick win, and the last thing they want is for a chick and a no neck to go around bragging about beating them four on two. That must be why they're hitting such huge moves, take them out quickly and leave no room for mistakes.
Tank is out of it, Cross forces him to his feet anyways and Cain and Bain hit another double superkick and Tank just collapses. Con is back in the ring now as all four of them put a foot on Tank. Sharpe drops down for the count. 1....2....3!
Kill Switch: NEW CHAMPS! BAH GAWD KING WE GOT NEW CHAMPS IN THE HOUUUUUSSSSEEEE!!!
The fans are going nuts, confetti and NS fliers drops from the open roof. Changes is blaring across the PA and Sharpe hands the four guys two tag titles. Cain and Cross hold one up as Bain and Con hold the other up.
Othniel: MORE GOLD FOR NATURAL SELECTION, YAY!
Kill Switch: Somebody's gonna quit their job over this one!
The newly crowned tag team champions are making their way up the aisle when Kole Kash makes his way out onto the stage clapping. The four guys get to the stage and stand surrounding him as "Changes" cuts off.
Othniel: What's with this guy?
Kole Guys, great match out there, the four on two advantage really paid off. Georgia James and Tank never stood a chance. What happens next? There's four of you, how do four guys be tag team champions?
Bain: Anyway we want.
Kole: Cross, do you think the match would've went the same way had there only been two of you?
Cross looks at the rest of the guys who all seem tired of Kash basically stalking them, so Cross turns back to Kash and kicks him in the gut and steps over the back of his neck, then lifts him up on his shoulders in powerbomb position. Cross turns around and delivers the Edgecrusher #2 off the stage through a few tables set next to each other with a bunch of stuff on them.
Kill Switch: HE JUST JACKNIFE POWERBOMBED HIM OFF THE STAGE THROUGH *MY* MERCHANDISE TABLE! WHAT A DICK!
Othniel: KOLE KASH HAS JUST BEEN MURDERED! ALERT THE AUTHORITIES!
Kill Switch: RAT! YOU'RE TELLING ON MY BIG FRIEND!?
Othniel: DO NOT ALERT THE AUTHORITIES! JOKE BACKFIRED! I REPEAT JOKE BACKFIRED!
Kill Switch: THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT!
Othniel: You would've kicked my ass wouldn't you?
Kill Switch: Of course!
Othniel: Annnd?
Kill Switch: And what!? I said of course!
The crowd is going crazy not at all expecting that to happen. The cameras are zoomed in on Kole Kash who's folded up laying on the back of his neck in a pile of broken tables and what appears to be comic books.
Kill Switch: Phew, wasn't my gimmick stand, haha it was The Freaks merch stand! SUCKERS!
Othniel: The Freaks comic books available at the 808 website. All proceeds go to the very special "Empty bottle Foundation."
Kill Switch: Excellent charity. I bet Seifer is hitting that charity up regularly now that he's retired. I mean it's about time, he was eligible for Social Security about seven thousand five hundred and sixty one years ago.
Othniel: ...?
Kill Switch: He's an immortal, stupid.
The camera pans up from Kole Kash and all the approaching referees and medics to Cross who's standing at the edge of the stage holding up two W's with his fingers. He looks over at Switch then around the crowd.
Kill Switch: Somewhere there's a cancer cell laughing hysterically at the carnage dedicated to his creation. If I was capable of such emotions it might just bring a tear to my eye, but Reapers don't cry, that hang annoying wrestlers. That reminds me of something. Matlock is still out in the crowd and I've felt his eyes on me more than once, Enigma requesting noose. I repeat, Enigma requesting noose.
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