No music or fanfare greets the two figures who emerge from behind the curtain. If there was any it’d likely be drowned out by the booing. These fans aren’t happy. They wanted their title match. So, charging down the ramp to a chorus of “You sold out!” and “Fuck these guys!” chants are Harts and Roses – self appointed XWA highwaymen of sorts. The two in the ring spot them, and EBR quickly bails out of the ring. DGX stands firm, infuriating in his arrogance.
Sanction: And here’s the cavalry.
Scorps: Oh yay. Harts and Roses. Come to save us all. Well, I thought we were screwed for a minute but now Harts and Roses are here I might just sleep tonight.
They reach the ring, and Tempest slides under the bottom rope. He is quick to his feet. On the outside, Rose makes a beeline for EBR, who quickly hops over the crowd barrier, a risky move in such a hostile area. Before Rose can follow, E is lost in a sea of people. Up in the ring DGX is unmoved, ignorant to the fact that Tempest is stood five feet from him, completely livid.
Sanction: And EBR has beat a hasty retreat. Not really what I’d expect from him, but I guess he’s just full of surprises tonight.
Scorps: Notice how D’s still there? Say what you want about what’s gone down here, but that’s the mark of a real champion.
Sanction: A real champion? No, Scorp, a real champion doesn’t pay off his competition.
Scorps: Hey, he’s stood his ground and he’s not backing down. Gotta respect that.
DGX’s face is one that asks Tempest “what do ya got?” Tempest stands, staring a “fuck you” stare into the champion. D shrugs like it’s nothing. Rose takes his place behind D, watching for sudden moves (or escape attempts) but none are made. Eventually, D looks down at an imaginary watch on his wrist. He fakes a big yawn.
DGX: Well, love to stay and chat, T, but it’s been a long night and I got places to b-
He is cut off by the Storm, who has walked straight over to him and snatched the microphone from his hand, keeping his eyes fixed on the champ all the while.
Tempest: You really are…You just…Aft…No, D. E might be buying your shit, but this crowd isn’t, and you can bet your ass I’m not, either. No, it’s not going down like this.
He looks over to the referee, Jack J. Tickles.
Tempest: Jack, you signal for that bell.
Tempest pulls his shirt over his head and throws it over the ropes.
Tempest: That’s right, D, we’re giving these people their title match. Ring it, Jack!
The referee hesitates, looking puzzled. Does he really have the authority to do that? No one seems sure, not even the champion. To his credit, though, DGX is not fazed by the prospect. He even looks a little excited. He fixes his eyes on Tempest’s, and the two begin sizing each other up, very slowly beginning to circle. D mouths “you wanna go, T? You wanna do this?” Tempest, microphone tossed aside, nods. “Oh yeah. We’re doing this.” Outside Rose just watches D, his eyes occasionally looking around him, searching for any sign of EBR.
Sanction: Is this gonna happen?
Scorps: Of course not! Tempest can’t just saunter out here and take a title match! There was a tournament! There’s a number one contender!
Sanction: Tournaments and contenders don’t seem to mean too much to DGX. Let’s do this!
They continue circling, only stopping so Tempest can scream at the referee.
Tempest: DAMMIT, JACK! RING THAT BE-
Maxwell: I think this has gone on long enough.
All eyes switch to the stage, where our commissioner is standing on the stage, microphone in hand, looking furious.
Maxwell: Jack, leave, and Michael? Don’t be ridiculous. I know you’re supposed to be a “big deal” around here but people don’t just walk down this ramp and bully my staff into giving out title matches. I have a good mind to discipline you.
Rose has found Tempest’s discarded microphone.
Rose: Oh, so you’re just going to let DG-?
Maxwell: I really, really wish people would give a guy time to finish. We’d get through things so much quicker. Can we cut off all the other microphones? Thanks. Now then…yes, I know you’re all upset about this title match situation, and no, I don’t agree with it or endorse it or anything like that. But technically, technically, DGX and EBR haven’t really done anything wrong. I know, I know, please, people, let me finish. There’ll be time to boo later. No, I was surprised, too. It appears that my idiot predecessors managed to miss out this big, gaping hole in the matchmaking process. Believe me, I’ll fix it. So, D…you get away with it this time. Never again.
Am I being lenient? Of course I am. But I’m not letting you people down, don’t worry for a second. DGX gets away with this because I am guaranteeing that he’ll never get the chance to be in this position again. Why? Revising the contracts, sure. But more than that…DGX isn’t going to be champion too much longer. What makes me so sure? Ladies and gentlemen, the number one contender…
AYO, I GAVE YOU FAIR WARNING, BEWARE!
He comes from behind the curtain, shoving Maxwell out of the way as he passes, and strides right on down the ramp. DGX’s face is fixed. Tempest looks relieved. Rose looks angry, but only for a second, as he is blindsided by a returning EBR. Rose’s head is shoved into the ring post by E, who quickly shoves the Caerphilly Crippler in the ring before climbing in himself. E grabs D by the arm, pulling him to his senses, and the two scramble out of the ring, beating a hasty retreat (EBR’s second) through the crowd and to safety.
Angelus is on the apron. He climbs through the ropes, watching the duo leave. Tempest moves to greet the monster. Angelus simply headbutts the Storm, dropping him to the mat. Rose looks up and sees, and a second later is charging the monstrous Angelus. For his trouble he receives a boot to the gut, followed by a crushing Dominator. Tempest rallies, spurred on by his fallen friend, but Angelus catches him, grabbing him around the throat with both hands. With immense strength, Angelus lifts Tempest before dumping him over the top rope and onto the floor. Tempest lands badly. For good measure, Angelus grabs the fallen Rose and lifts him in a gorilla press. He carries him like he’s nothing, and drops him on top of his tag team partner.
On the ramp, despite being shoved by the monster himself, Maxwell smiles. A measure of revenge on Harts and Roses, and the assurance that the commissioner will soon be back in full control of his company. We fade out.