The light dim to full darkness.



“Form Follows Function” by Lupe Fiasco begins to play. At that moment a spotlight hits the stage with DeMarcus Gresham there standing with his back to the crowd so the ‘Gifted’ along is black jacket is clear for all to see. He stands there for a moment allowing the spotlight to engulf him as the crowd boos to high heaven against him. With his head down he turns around staying on the stage for a moment before stepping forward. In every step the floorboard beneath him lights up in a Michael Jackson Billie Jean music video kind of way as well as the house lights lighting up a little more and more with each step. As he walks down he sneers at the people around him dissatisfied by their presence. By the time he reaches ringside all the lights are fully on and the spotlight and illuminating floors stop. He stands there for a moment rolling his shoulders before he jumps from the floor to the ring apron impressively.

ERIN LAMBERT: "Coming to you from Seattle, Washington. Standing at 6’6” - 257 pounds of Enlightenment. Your beacon. Your epicenter. Your Gift. ‘Giiiiffffteeed’ DeeeMarccuuussss Greeeeshammm."

He bends into the ring where he slowly takes off his jacket and in a ceremonious fashion lays the jacket on the nearest turnbuckle with the ‘Gifted’ laid out for all to see. Turning around he smirks before pointing at the jacket letting it be known exactly who he is with the chorus of boos and his theme music surrounding him.

The opening to “I Wear My Skin” by One Minute Silence begins to play through the arena. The lights dim down as the vocals kick in.


Stepping out from the back is Christopher Kane with his head down, hoodie on, hood up. The crowd cheers the second generation wrestler. Some time passes by as he just stands there. He finally begins to move throwing his hood back looking out into the arena full of people. No emotion on his face as he begins to walk to the ring. Some fans have their hands sticking over the barricade looking for a high five as they get one.

ERIN LAMBERT: ”Introducing from San Dimas, California, weighing in at 214 pounds, Christopher Kane!”

Christopher gets to the ring, just standing there staring at it before looking at the crowd again. He jumps up to the ring apron bobbing his head to the music before leaping into the ring. Christopher unzips his hoodie going to the closest top turnbuckle going to the top to look at the crowd. He jumps down and backs into the corner taking his hoodie off while the lights come back to normal and song finishes.

'Hopelessly Hopeful' sounds around the arena as it takes a while for Will Neilson to emerge from the back, coming out when the song kicks in at 16 seconds or so. Will makes his way out, arms down at his side and a grin on his face as he takes an opportunity to observe the arena and crowd. After a bit of waiting he finally starts a walk down the ramp with a more focused expression on his face, getting down towards the apron before raising his arms outwards and proceeding to now make his way up the steel steps, stopping when on the apron to raise his arms out once again on the apron.

ERIN LAMBERT: “Making his way to the ring hailing from the West Midlands, England... weighing in at 217 lbs, he is the Great British Meme, WILL.. NEILSON!”

Neilson climbs into the ring and hops about before scaling the nearest turnbuckle and zipping his leather jacket down, slowly removing it and holding it outwards so his chest and them abs are viewable. He doesn't stay up there long though, throwing his jacket over his shoulder and walking to the center of the ring attempting to hype up the crowd a bit more. Eventually walking towards another corner and propping himself up on the top rope, sitting down and awaiting for whatever comes next.

The bending intro chords of Lamb Of God’s “512” kick off over the speakers as the stage light go dark, a red strobe over top of the entrance ramp keeping beat with every chord.


As Randy Blythe’s voice permeates the arena, the silhouetted figure of Tobias Burden makes his way out to the top of the ramp, the beat of the drums increasing the pace of the strobe and doing it’s best to drown out the booing fans

A grave new world… awaits inside”

With that the song kicks into full tempo as the lights in the arena come back on and Tobias starts his way down the ramp, sullenly ignoring any and all of the fans reaching over the barricade. He takes the stairs up onto the outside apron and steps between the ropes.

ERIN LAMBERT: “Now in the ring, standing five-feet-nine-inches tall, weighing in at two-hundred-and-fifty pounds, from Los Angeles, California… he is TOBIAS BURDEEEEEEEN!”

He hops up onto the second turnbuckle, staring out into the booing crowd before stepping back off to the mat, pacing angrily as he awaits the start of the match.

The bell rings and all four men stand perfectly still, taking stock of the situation, weapons collected from various fans stacked up around the ring, the crowd buzzing as every man tries to best decide exactly what they’re going to do. After a moment Tobias reaches out through the roped and grabs a stainless steel crutch that’s wrapped in Christmas lights before turning and giving it a few experimental swings, he nods to the opposite corner, where Christopher Kane gawks at him.

CHRISTOPHER KANE: “What the fuck is that!?”

The other two aren’t put off however as DeMarcus rolls out to the floor, searching for something satisfactory, while Neilson quickly managed to snag a wiffle-ball bat covered in thumbtacks before sliding back into the ring. Will and Tobias step forward, Burden oddly impassive while the Midlands native has a challenging grin as they close ground…

CHRISTOPHER KANE: “One sec! I think I got this!”

Burden and Will both halt their inevitably bloody conclusion to look over to where Kane has slid out of the ring, grabbed a steel chair - not wrapped in barbwire or taped up with light tubes, just an ordinary steel chair - and slides back in, he comes to a stand and nods to the duo, chair in hand.

CHRISTOPHER KANE: “Okay… I think I’m-”

BAM~!!!

The crowd groans and pops as Kane discovers very, VERY quickly that… well, that he wasn’t ready. Glass explodes around him as a veritable mountain of light tubes thrown by DeMarcus from the outside connect with him! Christopher drops to his knees as powder from the tubes dissipates, his eyes wide in shock at the impact and the chair dropping limply beside him.

Seemingly all at once several things happen; Gresham quickly rolls into the ring and tackles Kane onto the now glass covered mat and starts raining down heavy fists as Kane covers up, at which point both Neilson and Burden snap to, Burden swings for Will’s head but the English talent ducks under the crutch, before turning and drilling the plastic toy - and the several hundred thumbtacks stuck to it, right down onto the top of Tobias’ head, the plastic squeaks comically, accenting the groan of the crowd as the former SCW Sinner stumbles back, a portion of his head glimmering in the ring lighting from all the bronzed tacks stuck in it!

From this moment any semblance of this being in any way a wrestling match disappears, trying to not let the heavy fists of DeMarcus ruin him, Kane gets his head into the deathmatch game by grabbing a fistfull of the glass shards he’s bleeding on and whips them into Gresham’s face! The Seattle native rubs at his face before Kane kicks him off, the crowd popping as they see the absolute mess Kane’s back has already become, but the adrenaline is flowing for the progeny of the late Brad Kane now, and he takes advantage of DeMarcus’ stunned state as he delivers a series of sharp kicks to the chest of the biggest man in the match before snapmaring him across the glass, he then grabs the chair he’d dropped in the ring earlier, sets it across Gresham’s back, and spinal tap kicks it across the seated man’s back with a thunderous clap of kick pad meeting steel!

Will goes to club Tobias across the head with the bat again but Burden covers up his head, Neilson changes his target mid swing and this time the thumbtacks bite into the former ‘Riot’s’ ribs, Burden drops to a knee as Will backs into the ropes and shoots off, getting a full head of steam before he comes charging in with a clothesline to Tobias’ chest.

This, to Will’s great surprise, does not knock the stout man over.

Instead Burden gets back up to his feet and rocks Neilson’s head back with a right straight punch to the jaw! Will clutches his mouth, stunned and seemingly checking to see if his teeth had become a casualty of his profession, but Burden isn’t content to let him have any time to breath, the Los Angeles resident reclaims his Christmas-light covered crutch from the mat and promptly bends it across Will’s exposed back, several lights exploding under the impact as Neilson buckles to his knees, Tobias grabs The Great British Meme by his hair and bodily drags him off to the ropes and tosses him outside.

Kane meanwhile has Gresham in a side headlock, clearly out of his element he seems to be forming an idea… but Gresham throws those plans out of the window by hefting the smaller wrestler up in his arms like a sack of potatoes! Christopher furiously fires punches into the head of the Thinking Man’s Giant. Gresham somehow spots Tobias deposit Will to the outside and takes two steps before bodily hefting a motherfucker at another motherfucker, Kane flying into Tobias and sending the man from the City of Angels into the ropes while Christopher bounces back to the mat… Gresham spots the opening created and runs the ropes opposite to Burden, the shortest wrestler in the match stumbling from the ropes only to be met with a BIG running shoulder block! Burden goes rolling between the first and second ropes to the outside, where Will is waiting with a handful of light tubes and takes visible delight in breaking them with resounding pops over his opponent’s head!

Gresham turns his back on where he’’d just sent Burden, obviously looking to continue to wear down Kane, but this is a mistake as Neilson quickly pops up onto the apron and grabs the biggest man in the match, dragging him backwards before snapping on a nasty headbutt to the back of Gresham’s head before reverse hot-shotting the Seattle resident against the top rope! DeMarcus falls face down, hands clutching the back of his head.

Will yells over to Christopher, who’s leaning against the far ropes, getting the young man’s attention before pointing to where DeMarcus lays and the top rope.

Kane nods as the crowd buzzes, he quickly scales the ropes,rising to a stand on the top turnbuckle, he gauges the distance before leaping off with the San Dimas Football Rules, the diving knees mostly catch Gresham’s shoulders but Kane rolls the big man over!

...1!



...2!


Will drags the Boston resident off of Gresham before jackknifing the big man’s legs and stacking him up for a pin of his own.

...1!

...2!


-KICKOUT!

No sooner does DeMarcus kick out, that Christopher - affronted by Will trying to sneak the pinfall - pays the England native back with a single leg dropkick to the mush! The only man standing in the ring, Christopher alternates stomping Will and DeMarcus, before noticing Tobias starting to rise on the outside, deciding to throw caution to the wind, Kane grabs hold of the ropes and slingshots over them… only Burden launches a chair he’d had hidden beneath the apron into his face! Kane crashes and burns, eating first the outside apron and then the outside mats.

Burden drags a Christopher back to his feet and irish whips the lighter man into the barricade before following it up with a running Yakuza Kick, sending Kane into the crowd. Burden follows after, fans and chairs moving or getting sent scattering while several event security members rush to make room for the two combatants.

In the ring Will and Gresham are getting to their knees, the two men lock eyes and Will shoots in for another headbutt but DeMarcus has already experienced that once and quickly cuts it off with an eye-rake! Will tries to powder to the outside, clutching at his eyes, but the biggest man in the match gives chase, rolling out after Neilson, he grabs the cheerfully dubbed Weily Neily by the head and drags him around to the far side of the ring, running him alongside the outside mats before Biel Tossing the West Midlands native into a thoughtfully provided CACTUS! The crowd groans and a young woman in the front row shrieks and quickly reels away from the ring, not wanting to witness the deathmatch shenanigans continue. DeMarcus seems to entertain the thought of going for a pin, but shakes the thought off given how the needles from the plant are causing Neilson to writhe around too much in pain. DeMarcus instead starts formulating a different plan and grabs a nearby folding table.

On the opposite side of the ring and more than a few rows of chairs deep, Kane reverses and Irish Whip attempt, sending Tobias flying into several chairs! Tobias shoves several away as he tries desperately to get back to his vertical base but turnabout is fair play in this instance and Kane throws a closed steel chair into Tobias’ face, flooring the veteran. Christopher makes doubly sure by grabbing several more chairs, folding them and then whipping them down on top of the ornery Burden, who’s covered up in the fetal position as chair after chair rain down.

Satisfied Tobias is stunned, Kane grabs a chair and sets it up before him before taking several steps back, he runs, leaps, and somersaults onto the pile of chairs, crushing Burden beneath him. Kane sits up on his knees clutching at his bloody back for a moment before high fiving a fan who’s in his face chanting ‘YOU ARE AWESOME’ into the Boston native’s face.

Back at ringside, Gresham’s now not only set up a table, but has decorated it quite nicely with several light tubes. Satisfied it meets his purposes, he wanders back over to where Will’s seated against the barricade, trying fruitlessly to pull all the cactus quills out of his arm. Gresham doesn’t even wait for the England native to rise before smashing him in the chest and neck with a couple of knee lifts before lifting Neilson and dragging him over to the table. DeMarcus grabs under both of Will’s arms, looking to land a double underhook suplex, but Neilson kneels, stuffing the attempt. Gresham insists and tries anew to lift the smaller man up, but this time Neilson hooks the big man’s leg with his own.

Gresham goes for a third attempt but Will plants his feet and charges, rushing them both into the nearby ringsteps and breaking the big man’s hold as DeMarcus’ already cut up back meets the steel! Will quickly wraps his arms around Gresham’s head and plants his foot on the steps, shoving off with the big man and sending them both crashing into a an as-of-yet unused barbed wire board with a modified Flatliner, Neilson’s patented Ladies And Gentlemen, We Got ‘Em!

Across the arena Kane as a bloody-faced Burden by the back of his head before whipping him into a large trash can, bits of garbage and half-eaten food from the audience scattering to the winds as Tobias skids bodily along the floor. Kane stays on the older wrestler stomping at Burden as the heavier man gets to his knees before grabbing his head in a front chancery and physically dragging him over to the nearby set of bleachers. He hooks Burden in for a snap suplex onto the lower most bench, but Burden starts firing several closed-fist shots into Kane’s ribs, Kane responds by dropping several hard forearms against the back of Tobias’ neck. The two exchange blows like this for several seconds before Kane relinquishes Tobias’ head from the chancery, and flat out blasts Tobias with a closed-fist punch right to the face.

… the veteran Burden looks almost offended by the punch, glaring at Brad Kane’s son through hooded eyes as the younger man seems to realize too late that he might have fucked up, but throws caution to the wind and throws a second punch… NO! Burden ducks beneath the swing, grabbing around Christopher’s waist, Burden pops the hips and shoots Kane HIGH into the air with a Saito Suplex! The Boston native lands in a awkward heap over the second and third row of bleacher benches with Burden seems to stun himself when his skull connects with the second bench, leaving the duo stunned.

Back at ringside Will’s the first to stumble to his feet and the front row near the barricade seems to visibly ull back because of the huge, bleeding wound across the back of his skull. The West Midlands native takes note of the cut, his eyes widening in surprise at the size of the gash, he calls to the ringside physician - a small, nervous man who looks about two seconds from an aneurysm at the display taking place before him - to bring him some medical tape before noticing that Gresham is starting to get to his hands and knees. Thinking quickly Neilson hops up onto the nearby ring steps and steps off with the Great British Elbow, keeping the big man laid out as the ringside physician hands him the roll of tape and Neilson quickly winds it around his head, trying to cover up the gash.

Satisfied he’s done enough to not bleed out, Will bites the tape off and starts to get back up, he grabs DeMarcus and painfully drags the big man up to his feet, he lays in a solid European uppercut but all this does is snap the monster from Seattle awake, and Gresham has had enough, his first punch bounces right off Neilson’s chin, staggering the man from England but DeMarcus stays right on the offensive, putting Will on his back foot as Gresham weaves in with jabs, pelting Neilson silly before the biggest man in the match floors him with a straight. Not content with the damage done, Gresham drags Will back to his feet, the smaller man basically limp in his grasp, before hooking him into a vertebreaker, he powers Will up, but the blood streaming down both men causes Gresham to lose his grip, he tries to hold on to Neilson to plant him properly but instead stumbles backwards into the barricade where he simply dumps the England native headfirst into several chairs as the fans scatter!

Over in the bleachers Kane and Tobias are brawling throw the bleachers, Christopher trying to use his youth and speed to stay one step ahead of the veteran with several quick jabs and kicks, attempting to keep the man once popularly known as the Riot at a distance. Burden is visibly more frustrated than hurt by the majority of these shots, continuing to walk into the Boston-born wrestler’s range like some sort of economy-sized Terminator. Unfortunately for Kane he goes to the well on a push kick too many times and Burden catches his foot, yanks him into range and lays Christopher out with a devastating forearm.

Burden hunches over, hands on his knees trying to catch his bearings while hunched over Kane before he spits down on the younger man’s chest, several choice comments leaving his mouth but HE’S CUT OFF WHEN KANE KIPS-UP AND CATCHES HIM WITH A CUTTER ONTO THE BLEACHER BENCH!!! The crowd roars at the snaps From Nowhere attempt even as Burden and Kane go tumbling back down the benches before coming to a stop on the floor!

At ringside Gresham steps over the barricade and into the seating, grabbing the seemingly out Weily Neily, he drags the smaller man to his feet and bodily whips Will through several rows of seating, security once again earning their paychecks as they attempt to clear fans out of the way. Gresham picks Will back up and seats him on a chair before backing up and getting some distance, he taps his temple before charging in and sending Will ass over tea kettle with a Yakuza kick!

A rambunctious gets a bit too close to DeMarcus, cheering the carnage in the Seattle native’s face… so Gresham responds by snatching the beer out of the guys’ hand and then shoving the fan away, security jumping in to push the now upset ticket-holder back before there was a true confrontation. Gresham antagonizes the fan, giving a tip of the cup in the man’s direction before taking a sip. DeMarcus’ face twists in distaste and he disposes of the beer but pouring the rest of the cup over Neilson’s face.

Coming through the crowd once again are Kane and Burden, this time with Christopher firmly in control as he has the heavier-set man’s head wrenched in a cravate, occasionally stopping to throw a knee. A fan offers Christopher a weapons he’s brought - a collection of record albums - and the son of Brad Kane takes them gladly, he thumbs through the set, settling on Boston’s ‘Don’t Look Back’ before smashing the shiny black plastic over Burden’s head. The man from Los Angeles drops to his knees as Kane proceeds to go through record after record and smash it over Burden’s skull: Tot’s ‘Hydra’, Bill Cosby’s ‘Disco Bill’, Cat Stevens’ ‘Foreigner’ all shatter into pieces when Kane stops, staring in surprise as he’s holding DJ Kool’s ‘Let Me Clear My Throat’, he looks at the fan, his bloody face appearing almost offended by the fan’s choice to bring it as a weapon.

Burden takes that opportunity to low-blow Kane, hunching the younger man over in pain, Burden grabs the aforementioned album and splits it in half over his knee - drawing a chorus of boos from the crowd - before he uses the jagged edge of broken plastic and flat-out stabs it into Kane’s skull! The crowd groans as Burden leaves the plastic PHYSICALLY STICKING OUT OF CHRISTOPHER’S FLESH before labelling him with a European uppercut! Christopher staggers backwards, attempting to gain some distance as Burden follows, the crowd parting like the red sea.

DeMarcus has Will back up to his feet, the slimmer wrestler buckling slightly as the Seattle native looks to haul him up into a side slam but Will drives several downward elbows into the back of DeMarcus’ skull before hopping up onto the stunned giant’s back and locking in a sleeperhold. Gresham falls down onto all fours, obviously not expecting a submission at this point. After a moment to get his bearings the powerhouse pushes himself back up to a vertical base, Will senses no good can come of this and tries to plant his feet back on the floor but he’s too short and Gresham is giving no ground… instead grabbing Will’s arms to hold him up, DeMarcus scopes out a row of chairs he’s no doubt planning on launching the England native into but CHRISTOPHER KANE COMES OUT OF NOWHERE WITH A DROPKICK, Stepping off a chair to gain height the Boston-born wrestler’s feet connect with Gresham’s face and both the giant and Neilson - his unwilling passenger - go staggering and collapse into several more chairs!

Kane kips back up to his feet, wincing as he was no doubt smarting from landing hip first on the unforgiving arena floor, he managed a grin at the dropkick but seems too distracted as Burden breaks through the crowd behind him, he snaps Kane’s head forward with a forearm to the back of his skull before crossing the younger wrestler’s arm for the ripcord elbow he calls the ‘Coda’, he spins him out and Kane ducks the forearm… ONLY FOR BURDEN TO RAISE A KNEE AND CATCH KANE FLUSH ON THE CHIN! Christopher goes limp on the floor while Burden grabs at his own knee. Taking a moment to nurse it, Burden notices both Gresham and Neilson stirring and wanders over to try and keep his advantage, he hunches over to grab Will’s head and the England-born wrestler smacks Burden across the face with something he grabbed from the wreckages of the seating area!

The crowd pops as they realize that Will had managed to get his hand on a rubber chicken squeaky toy that some creative jackass has stuck thumbtacks onto, several of which joined Burden’s previous collection on his head and even several above his left eyebrow. Neilson gets to his feet and hooks Burden for a Vertical suplex, but finds himself unable to lift the heavy set wrestler, he grabs his bloody back a moment, visibly frustrated… before GRESHAM GRABS BURDEN AS WELL! Both Will and DeMarcus nod to each other before the two men vertical suplex Tobias backfirst across a chair, the Los Angeles native writhing in pain after arching over the steel awkwardly.

Despite the momentary teamwork, neither Will nor Gresham are willing to trust each other longer than they have to and the two start trading shots again! Will lands a solid headbutt that manages to stagger the big man back, but Gresham shakes it off and throws a clothesline… no! Will ducks it at the last minute, going behind the Seattle native and wrapping the waist for a back suplex, despite the hurt back and Gresham’s superior size Will manages to get him off his feet, unfortunately for Neilson the majority of Gresham’s considerable weight lands on top of him, slamming his still tape-wrapped skull into the concrete with an audible thud that leaves several members of the crowd hissing through their teeth.

Will somehow sits up, clutching his head in obvious pain, which turns out to be a mistake as Christopher Kane’s bloody form ROARS into the shot, dropping low and blasting back Neilson’s head with the Omega Finale Sliding D! The crowd visibly recoils at the blood flying off of both men and Kane skids several feet on the slick floor, coming to a stop half beneath several still-set-up chairs.

The Boston resident rolls onto his stomach, obviously in a lot of pain, he stares over to where Neilson is splayed, ripe for pinning if only he didn’t go skidding past by about ten feet. He rests his head against the cool floor a moment, the camera barely picking up him cursing to himself before he starts to crawl arm over arm towards the downed England resident.

Gresham stirs, he spots Kane crawling over to Neilson for the pin and tries to gets up to intervene but curses loudly as his arms give out from under him. He tries again and this time his hands slip on the blood covered ground. Kane makes the cover!

...1!

Gresham looks around for something to help him.

...2!

Spotting a steel chair he grabs his.


… 3-NO! DeMarcus whips a chair across the back of Kane’s head, breaking the pin! Although several members of the audience are visibly disturbed by the display before them, most cheer that the car crash continues!

Gresham rolls onto his hands and knees, taking his time to painfully get to his feet, and is greeted with the surprising sight that Tobias Burden is doing the same, through their bloody masks both men make eye contact and the buss in the crowd rises as the two stand straight - with some difficulty - and close ground. The two heaviest man in the match, one a gifted physical marvel and the other a squat, power-packed workhorse, waste no time talking as Burden lashes out with a solid punch to DeMarcus’ jaw that - while painful - Gresham returns, blood and sweat visibly cascade under the arena lighting as the two men trade several more shots before Burden takes a step back, nods, and grabs a nearby chair before setting it up and sitting down, he nods to Gresham to do the same, the crowd cheering as the Seattle native accepts this wordless challenge and does the same, sitting down opposite to Burden.

Gresham throws the first punch this time, spittle flying out of Tobias’ mouth and nearly sending him tumbling from his chair on the first blow. Righting himself, Burden rubs his jaw a moment, grimacing before snapping forward with one of his own!

The two men don’t fire off on one another, taking moments to choose their shots, a couple of times both DeMarcus and Burden seem to buckle, their nervous systems getting shocked when Burden stops mid-punch as he spots both Kane and Neilson on their hands and knees, the two younger wrestlers in the match stare at the scene before them, Kane looking somewhat off-put while Neilson seems to embrace the idea without question, grabbing a nearby chair and setting it up before plopping into his seat. Burden nods, almost respectfully, before leaning in and snapping off a punch to Will’s face that catches him under his right eye, Neilson clutches his face a moment before turning to his left and shooting a punch of his own into DeMarcus’ nose, causing the giant man to visibly flinch as it starts to bleed.

*CLACK!*

The crowd roars anew as Christopher sets a chair down across from Neilson, his face grim as he looks between all three men with an expression that clearly says he has no idea what the fuck he’s doing with his life. After a moment he nods at Gresham to take his turn and nearly gets knocked out of his seat when the Seattle native blasts him in the chin. Sitting upright, Chris nods before giving Burden a shot in the temple, shaking his hand gingerly while Burden tries to fight off unconsciousness.

With the stage set, brain trauma on an absurd scale follows, as the gentleman’s agreement to trade individual punches breaks down and all four men start throwing hard, closed-fist shots for all they’re worth, at whoever they can land on. Burden takes a punch in the nose and rises to his feet to start throwing elbows into DeMarcus’s forehead, the big man firing several shots into Tobias’ notoriously injured ribs. A few moments later both men get sent to the floor as Kane gets to his feet and koppu kicks, his foot catching Burden in the temple while his body rumbles into Gresham, staggering the big man slightly but leaving him vulnerable for Neilson to send the big man to the ground with a roundhouse kick! Both Will and Kane look at each other before they both snap forward and drop one another with thrust kicks! The crowd popping and chanting holy shit as all four wrestlers lay on the ground, stunned.

The crowd starts to clap for the four men’s collective efforts as the ref looks uncertain he should start a ten count for something like the absolute carnage the competitors have been displaying, luckily for him they make his job somewhat easier when they all start to rouse. Hands and knees getting under bodies that must feel like lead, scrabbling to to find purchase on the blood slick floor, Burden and Neilson get there and on one another and the England native quickly takes the advantage, drilling a European Uppercut in the veteran’s face before walking him back over to the barricade and pushing Burden back over to the ringside area.

Kane manages to regain his feet before DeMarcus and drops several clubbing forearms across the back of the big man’s head before grabbing him in a front chancery and - much like Will did to Burden - attempts to drag Gresham back over to the ringside area… which the Boston-born wrestler realizes a moment too late is a mistake as Gresham wraps the smaller wrestler’s hips and launches Christopher into several chairs, a modified version of DeMarcus’ signature spinebuster, the Black Diamond! Shaking the cobwebs loose the Seattle native makes his way back over to the ringside area, where Will still has Tobias on the defensive, Burden seated against the ring steps opposite the tube-covered table Gresham had set up earlier in the match, his head getting snapped back with heavy forearms as Neilson stayed on the offensive.

Gresham steps painfully over the barricade, but Will seems to notice this, turning he peppers DeMarcus with several forearms before cracking him with a backhand chop! Neilson catches Burden starting to rise and starts alternating between the seasoned Burden and giant DeMarcus, forearms and chops, chops and forearms and… the crowd buzzes as both Gresham and Tobias stop flinching or recoiling from the strikes and Will slows his roll as he realizes he’s in between a rock and a hard place, shoulders slumping as he comprehends the world of hurt he’s in for, right before DeMarcus pitches him sideways with a left hook to the mouth… then gets sent twirling to the floor when Burden forearms him from the other side.

Burden quickly drags the England resident back to his feet, hooking Will into a gutwrench he hauls the lighter man into the air over his shoulder...and to everyone’s surprise Gresham grabs hold of Neilson as well, he says something to Tobias and the veteran nods, the crowd bussing as they turn and take several quick steps towards light-tube covered table and LAUNCH the West Midlands native through the table in an explosion of glass and powder, the roar of the crowd grows even louder when they realize that THE. TABLE. DID. NOT. BREAK!

Both Gresham and Burden seem dissatisfied by the stubborn table, and take a step forward to grab Neilson and try again but OUTTA FUCKIN’ NOWHERE Christopher Kane launches himself off the barricade and into both men with a crossbody! Kane shoots back to his feet quickly, grabbing a nearby light tube with either hand, he smashes one over DeMarcus’ head and another over Tobias’ as the two wrestlers try to recover, the crowd letting out collective “UWAAAAAAAH”s at each smash. Christopher quickly grabs another two and once again brings them down across either man’s head… both men fall to their knees and the son of Brad Kane really starts to feel it, he leans over to a nearby stack of fan-provided weapons and grabs a classic - the familiar ‘STOP’ sign - before smacking the piece of metal solidly across Tobias’ head, denting it heavily, he looks at the dent before looking out to the crowd and mouthing the words “Holy shit” before shrugging, stepping left and smashing the dented metal sign across Gresham’s head as well!

Freeing up some breathing room, Kane takes a step back and wanders over to another fan provided pile, he grabs out a stainless steel toaster, a taped-up cabin of light tubes and a 10-lb purple bowling ball and slides them into the ring… deciding that maybe that isn’t enough he throws a couple of extra chairs into the ring as well, sliding in after them he sets up a chair in the middle of the ring, slapping the seat satisfactorily, he turns to find Gresham up on the apron, struggling to slide into the ring. Christopher helpfully assists DeMarcus in his attempt… and then starts heavily stomping down on the big man.

After a few more heavy boots, Kane grabs the Seattle native in a front chancery and tries to muscle the big man up into the set up steel chair… but fails, DeMarcus’ weight slipping from his grasp as the big man falls face down on the bloody mat. Kane looks frustrated a moment before grabbing Gresham again and this time managing to perch the big man into a seated position on the chair, Kane then leans the light tube cabin against the big man before storming over to the ropes, the rumble of the crowd growing louder at what the Boston-born wrestler has in mind. Kane comes to a stand on the top turnbuckle, measuring Gresham, he leaps, looking for the diving knees on his seated opponent but Gresham stands at the last moment and throws the cabin straight at the airborne attacker! Glass explodes in Kane’s face, but the momentum carries him straight into DeMarcus regardless and the duo crumple the steel chair as they barrel through it!

Tobias is the next talent that gets vertical, he spots the carnage in-ring, noting that both Kane and DeMarcus seem to be out for the moment he quickly slides in to take advantage,he wanders over to make a pin on Gresham but Christopher grabs his ankle to stop him, which Burden responds to by stomping on the young man’s head a few times before grabbing Christopher by either wrist and dragging him across the glass-covered mat, drawing screams of pain from the Boston native and a collective horrified groan from the crowd, satisfied that Kane isn’t going to break up his pin attempt Burden rushes back over to where Gresham lays and covers him!

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… 3-NO! Will Neilson, shockingly back on his feet, whips a chair between the second and third ropes right into Tobias’ face! Not content with that though, Neilson stumbles over to the barricade and steals a second chair from a front row fan and throws it high over the ropes and into the ring next, then a third chair… a fourth.

… the fifth chair is thrown by a fan, and more follow as Neilson looks on in wonder, the ticket holders seem to collectively stand up, grab their seats and chuck them into the ring, covering Neilson’s opponents in steel! We see an open chair bounce off of Gresham’s head and the big man wisely rolls out of the ring and slumps to the floor, Kane - now sitting in the corner - does his best to cover his head, while Tobias himself is literally buried under the cavalcade. A moment later goes by and the stream of airborne seating slows… and then stops, the crowd letting out a cheer at their collective efforts. For his part the bloody Neilson gives the crowd and exaggerated bow before he hops up onto the apron.

The West Midlands native slaps the top turnbuckle, an idea obviously forming he climbs up top, he points to the slightly raised pile of chairs that cover Tobias before he shrugs and throws himself off the top with a diving senton, chairs go flying as Neilson’s weight crashes down on the LA based wrestler. Will shoots up to his knees, clutching at his back and grimacing in pain before he remembers where he is. He makes the cover!


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...Th-NO! Kane has enough wherewithal to struggle out of the corner and dives across the pin! Christopher AND Neilson try to get to their feet quickly but find themselves staggering and tripping over the collective of chairs… the two steady themselves by grabbing hold of each other, which causes Will to nod to Kane thankfully… to which Christopher responds by irish whipping the West Midlands native into the corner!

Will’s bloody back connects with the pads, but he doesn’t have too much time to grumble about it because Kane quickly scoops up a nearby chair and launches it into Neilson’s head, knocking him loopy and sending him down to slump in a seated position against the turnbuckle.

A light seems to go off in Kane’s head when he looks around and spots the bowling bowl he’d set into the ring earlier in the opposite corner, then quickly looking to Will slumped in the corner. Chris quickly starts kicking chairs aside, clearing a path - Nay, a LANE - before grabbing the bowling ball, he strikes a pose, then takes two steps and rolls the bowling ball right between Will’s splayed legs much to the horror of the crowd. Neilson clutches at himself, in visible agony as he curls into a ball!

Feeling the momentum shift in his favor, Kane casts a look around, and spots DeMarcus climbing up onto the outside apron near the table that Neilson had failed to go through earlier. Christopher gauges something,bringing his hands up to get a mental snapshot before he rushes over to the far corner and leaps the ropes, attempting to hurricanrana the Seattle born wrestler off the apron… BUT DEMARCUS CATCHES HIM!

The crowd roars as DeMarcus turns towards the table, obviously looking to powerbomb Kane off the apron and through it, but Kane quickly starts raining down desperate punches into Gresham’s bloody head before he reaches over and grabs the turnbuckle, pulling himself over to it and off of the Seattle native’s shoulders. Kane then tries to kick the big man away, his foot connecting with Gresham’s face and sending the big man down to a knee! Christopher then starts to adjust his precarious position on the top rope when DeMarcus roars back to life and throws a wild Determination Yakuza Kick but only catches Kane awkwardly with it, which is the only reason the smaller wrestler stays perched on the top rope instead of getting sent tumbling to the outside mats.

Visibly angry,DeMarcus climbs up to the second rope beside Kane, grabbing the smaller man by the neck with his left hand and throwing several closed punches with his right. After a few pop against the Boston native’s head he starts throwing several desperate punches into Gresham’s ribs. The crowd’s anticipation grows as Burden - having just pulled himself from the carnage of crushed chairs a moment ago - immediately scales the turnbuckles and starts throwing punches into both men!

Kane starts alternating punches between the two older wrestlers right up until Burden headbutts the fuck out of him, the man once known as the Riot loops a leg over the top rope to balance himself before throwing several more choice shots Gresham’s way, the big man almost loses his footing, and elects to step off the turnbuckles and back down to the outside apron, still exchanging shots with Burden but not wanting to topple from his precarious position to the floor.

Burden turns his full attention to DeMarcus, trying his best to knock the big man to the floor, which gives Kane a momentary breather he needs, as a moment goes by before he brings his legs up and shoves Burden backwards into the tree of woe position.Burden yelling in pain as the leg he hooked around the rope for stability screams in pain! Chris then turns to Gresham and leaps off the turnbuckle looking for the hurricanrana off the apron again… BUT GRESHAM STEPS INTO IT AND RUSHES THE YOUNG MAN OFF THE APRON, POWERBOMBING HIM OUT OF MIDAIR AND THROUGH THE TABLE ON THE OUTSIDE, WOOD CRACKING IN HALF AS THE FRAME GIVES AWAY!

The crowd roars in approval at the stubborn table basically exploding into splinters around the two wrestlers, both of whom are now splayed out on the mats, thoroughly out of the fight for the time being. Burden meanwhile is primarily concerned with righting himself on the ropes again, his exhaustion proving quite the hindrance as he struggles to drag his considerable frame back up onto the buckles.

Freeing his leg, Burden sits atop the turnbuckle, observing the miasma of blood and splinters DeMarcus created by landing the Royal Powerbomb off the apron. So distracted it he, that he’s caught totally unawares that Neilson, face crimson, eyes determined, balls… probably swollen, is right behind him. Tobias turns on the ropes only to get starched with a headbutt… then another... AND ANOTHER, the crowd groaning at the sound of skull-on-skull contact, Will stumbles back a moment, palm rubbing at his own forehead as he tries to get his balance back while Burden looks totally out of it.

Neilson quickly hops up onto the second turnbuckle, grabbing Burden’s head under his arm, Will makes a cut-throat motion before falling back, gravity assisting him in taking the heavier wrestler over with the LAG SPIKE II: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO! Burden absolutely plants, body crumpling across chairs and the mat! Neilson just throws and arm over Burden’s chest!!!

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The crowd roars in appreciation as Will seems to struggle even sitting up. The ringside physicians and several trainers and medical staff immediately start to check on everyone while members of the ring crew do their best to salvage as many chairs as they can and put them back in the crowd, several of them sharing several choice words with the ringside seating area for their behavior during the extended melee that could loosely be called a match.