Crest Fall

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REBORN - 3.10.2009 - Manhattan, NY

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FREE ADMISSION (JUST KIDDING) - 3.11.2009 - Boston, Massachusetts

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STIGMA - 3.17.2009 - Cleveland, Ohio

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SUPERCARD OF HONOR IV - 3.18.2009 - Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

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More shows to be announced soon!


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3.11.2009

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Crest Fall

MAIN TALENT:
Austin Aries
Bison Smith
Bobby Dempsey
Brent Albright
Bryan Danielson
Chris Hero
Chuck Taylor
Claudio Castagnoli
Davey Richards
Delirious
Eddie Edwards
Eddie Kingston
El Generico
Human Tornado
Jack Evans
Jay Briscoe
Jerry Lynn
Jimmy Jacobs
Kenny King
Kevin Steen
Mark Briscoe
Necro Butcher
Nigel McGuinness
Rhett Titus
Roderick Strong
Teddy Hart
Tyler Black

MANAGERS:
Daizee Haze
Larry Sweeney
Rain
Sara Del Rey

STABLES/TEAMS:
-Sweet and Sour Incorporated

Larry Sweeney
Chris Hero
Davey Richards
Eddie Edwards

-The Briscoes

Jay Briscoe
Mark Briscoe

-American Wolves

Eddie Edwards
Davey Richards

-Steenerico

Kevin Steen
El Generico

-The YRR (Young, Rich, & Ready for Action)

Kenny King
Rhett Titus

-Strong & Stevens

Roderick Strong
Erick Stevens

-The New Hart Foundation

Jack Evans
Teddy Hart

STAFF:
President: Cary Silken
Commissioner: Adam Pierce
Announcers: Lenny Leonard and Dave Prazak
Backstage Interviewers: Kyle Durden and Rebecca Bayless
Ring Announcer: Bobby Cruise
Referees: Todd Sinclair, Bryce Remsburg, and Paul Turner

CHIKARA:
Amasis
Colin Delaney
El Hijo del Ice Cream
Hydra
Ice Cream Jr.
Mike Quackenbush
Ophidian
Ultramantis Black
Vin Gerard

JAPANESE VISITORS:
CIMA
Dragon Kid
Go Shiozaki
KENTA
Katsuhiko Nakajima
Kota Ibushi
Masato Yoshino
Naomichi Marufuji
Naruki Doi
SHINGO
Takeshi Morishima

Crest Fall

Crest Fall

ROH! ROH! ROH! ROH!

The chants of ROH echo throughout the entire building as things cut backstage to the Sour & Sweet Incorporated of Chris Hero, Davey Richards, and Eddie Edwards lead by their agent Larry Sweeney. With a mic in his hands and his usual golden locks and sunglasses adorning his face, Sweeney took to the mic for the group.

Larry Sweeney: Ha ha ha ha, listen up!!! Sweet and Sour Inc. is going to set themselves above all others tonight right here in ROH! Since after all, I don’t settle for nothing, and I mean nothing, less then the best. The very best! And here in ROH, I own the best of everything: The youngest, greatest talent of the next generation in Davey Richards and Eddie Edwards, The American Wolves! They are not only the best of the young talent, they are not only your future, tonight, they are going to prove that they are you present, I’ll say it again, PRESENT, greatest tag team in not only ROH, but in the entire world. Cause tonight, when they pin the Briscoe Brothers, one, two, three, flat against the mat, they’ll show each and one of you ham and eggers just what they are made of. You ready boys?

Sweeney pats Richards chest, causing him to arrogantly smile while

Davey Richards: You got it boss.

Eddie Edwards: Hey L-

Chris Hero: Whoa, whoa, whoa, Larry, I think you are forgetting about something.

Larry Sweeney: Don’t worry Chris, I haven’t forgotten anything! How can you even think I’d forget you, my star client! Tonight, the American Wolves are not the only thing on attraction. No, no, no, we have my hero, your hero, the hero of ROH! That Young….Knockout Kid….CHRIS….HERO!!!

Hero takes the mic in hand from Sweeney planning to deliver his own message. He didn’t need Sweeney to voice things for him.

Chris Hero: Bryan Danielson is widely consider the “Best Wrestler in the World”

The rest of Sour and Sweet made quotation marks in air with Hero as he spoke of Danielson’s nickname.

Chris Hero: I’m the most dominate athlete in ROH. I’ve proven myself repeatedly that I’m on a level that’s superior to all around here throughout all the years I’ve been wrestling. So, if Bryan Danielson really wants to call himself “The Best Wrestler in the World,” I suggest you beat the TRUE greatest wrestler in Ring of Honor, Chris Hero.

Chris hands Sweeney mic as he and Sour and Sweet begins to walk away.

Larry Sweeney: Get ready Dragon, Briscoes! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!

Sweeney dropped the mic in dramatic fashion and strutted in the ring with Davey Richards as Eddie Edwards watched on and did a sort of spasm with his arms that was in his mind a killer-dance move. Sweeney clapped the American Wolves on the backs and led them out of the ring, following Chris Hero back to the locker rooms.

Back in the ring, Bobby Cruise had gotten into the ring with a bundle of cards, getting some anxious cheers and "Woos!" from the crowd that knew a match was coming up. As usual with Ring of Honor pre-match events, Todd Sinclair entered the arena and climbed into the ring, and as usual the crowd booed him every step of the way.

The lights dim in the building as people begin hitting the barricades rapidly and loud, yelling out in delight as the first entrance began. “Metal Health” began playing across the PA as Necro Butcher stepped through the curtain and made his way to the ring, the crowd cheering him on as Necro enters and paces around the ring like a caged animal. The PA changes as “We Will Rock You” intro began and the crowd began beating along to the beat. Then, the quick switch in song to “I got the have it” happened as Claudio Castagnoli stepped out at the top of the ramp with Halliburton in hand. Double C paced down to the ring, sliding in and going to the top rope to deliver his trademark “HEY!” The crowd response echo backed his HEY. The music finished up as Castagnoli, Butcher stood in the opposite corner, and introductions began.

The crowd couldn't believe it! Necro just beat Claudio Castagnoli! The chanted and cheered as Necro's arm was raised, surprising even him at what he had just done. Necro celebrated in the ring and around ringside as Claudio sat up, loopy from the hard battle with the Necro Butcher. Claudio rolled out of the ring and crawled, staggered, and stumbled his way to the back as Necro gave a big salute to the crowd before disappearing behind the curtain after him.

We headed backstage to a crowded hallway, where wrestlers and staff were gathered around monitors watching the show, huddled into groups in deep conversation, and throwing a few jabs and uppercuts in preparation for their upcoming matches. At the end of the hallway, the curtain that led to the ring was thrown open and a sweaty Claudio Castagnoli stumbled through. He had a bruise on the top of his head the size of an egg, no doubt the signs of a recent match with the Necro Butcher. Claudio made his way through the hall, pushing some out of his path along the way. Ring of Honor interviewer Kyle Durden appeared in front of the camera and approached Claudio Castagnoli.

Kyle Durden: Claudio! Claudio! Can we have a minute?

Claudio Castagnoli: Kyle, if you don't get out of my way you can have your Adam's Apple for dinner after I uppercut the crap out of it! Now get out of my way!

Claudio stormed past Kyle who helplessly looked at the camera. Next came the Necro Butcher through the curtain, just as bruised and sweaty as Claudio, only difference was that he had the winner's smile on his face. He was grabbing his chin and neck in pain, no doubt the signs of a recent match with Claudio Castagnoli. He staggered through, pushing some out of the way gently (not like Claudio who practically threw them aside), and Kyle Durden pushed forward for an interview.

Kyle Durden: Necro! Necro! Can we have a minute!

Necro stopped before Kyle and massaged his chin, giving one big exhale of air as he opened his mouth to speak. But before he could, Daizee Haze appeared and marched Necro away, but not before turning around and giving Kyle Durden some advice.

Daizee Haze: Are you a complete idiot? It's no wonder why no one will give you an interview, you keep on asking them after their matches!

Durden's shoulders slumped and he rubbed his forearm against his head roughly in irritation. Daizee threw Necro's arm around her for support and she led him towards the locker room.

Daizee Haze: Necro, I need to ask you for a favor. It's about Delirious... I need you to...

But Daizee's words faded away as they moved further away from the cameras and disappeared down the opposite hallways toward the locker rooms. Suddenly, Kyle Durden jumped at someone slapping him hard on the back.

???: Hey! Hey! Hey!

The cameras turned and revealed the Human Tornado.

Kyle Durden: Human Tornado! What's up? Hey, do you know anyone that wants an interview?

Human Tornado: Do I know who wants an interview? Heh. Kyle, of course I do!

Kyle Durden: Great! Can you tell me someone who does? Anyone!

Human Tornado: Me, of course!

And Tornado smirked a blinding-white smile.

Kyle Durden: Oh, well... uhh, nah, that's alright.

And Kyle led the camera crew away, but Tornado chased after them. He shoved Durden out of the way and grabbed the camera man, who tried to get away but Tornado trapped him against the wall with his arms.

Human Tornado: There we go. Turden, you're gonna feel bad that you didn't give the Human Tornado this interview, because H-Tizzle's got a lot to say. Last year I made my debut in Ring of Honor, and well, I think we can all agree that I didn't get to do anything. You can't blame that on me, because just as I was getting started, my damn knee gave out and next thing Tornado knows, he's out sidelined with an injury for the next year. I had to go work at a frickin' Dairy Queen just to pay my mortgage! What kind of bullshit is that?! Some hater with a voodoo doll must have wanted vengeance against H-Tizzle, but yo, you should have known that you can't hold the Human Tornado down! And as you can see, I'm back, and I'm better than ever, and now I'm aiming to be the best! You see ROH offers the most prestigious title in the entire world, and some say that if you hold that title, then you're the best wrestler in the world... Well, I'm not sure about all that, but one thing I do know is that wrestling titles are one big P-Magnet, so long it's actually made out of metal and not cardboard, haha. And that ROH World Title's gotta be one huge P-Magnet... I bet even Danielson got some when he had that belt! My sister wouldn't even do him and she's three hundred pounds with cankles! You imagine the sort of business H-Tizzle would start having if he had the ROH World Title gleaming around his waist on the streets of LA? I'll run LA With that title, yo!

Durden stumbled to his feet, at last and interrupted Tornado.

Kyle Durden: Uhh, Tornado, I'm not sure if we're exactly allowed to say “P-Magnet.”

Human Tornado: Why not? It's true! Alright, since you ugly-ass crackas don't understand H-Tizzle's lifestyle, I'll play your game. You wanna know the real reason Human Tornado wants that ROH World Title? Because Nigel McGuinness is boring as Hell! Bryan Danielson is boring as Hell! Tyler Black is boring as Hell! You ask me, these ROH fans want a little more bang for their buck, and I'm the one that can provide that bang! I'm full of flash, I'm rollin' in cash, and I'm kickin' ass! H-Tizzle is hungry for some competition, and someone told me that if I wanted competition then becoming the ROH World Champion was the way to go. Wrestlers from all around the world will be eying you, well I say let them stare, let them come and try to beat me, and let them go back to their third world countries with their tails between their legs! Now, you Nigel McGuinness---

???: Yes?

Tornado turned and nearly jumped out of his skin at the sight of the ROH World Champion.

Nigel McGuinness: Did you need something from me, Mr. Tizzle?

Human Tornado: Yo man, you can't just jump out at me like that! You do that in LA and you get a knife in your chest!

Nigel McGuinness: Sure, I bet. Now darling, what did you need from me?

Tornado thought about it for a moment, scratching his chin and X-Raying Nigel McGuinness out of the corner of his eye.

Human Tornado: Aight, I'll tell you. Nigel, I want that ROH World Title and I want it ASAP! These fans are tired of you... I haven't even been in ROH for a year and I'm tired of you too! The ROH fans want someone different, and there ain't much different than a tea-drinkin' Brit like you than a stylin' and profilin' P.I.M.P. from Los Angeles!

Nigel McGuinness: Look at that Turden, isn't he cute? So Mr. Tizzle, you want a shot at the ROH World Champion? You want Nigel McGuinness? Well you got him then! You see, in a couple weeks I hear I got myself quite the challenge. Pro Wrestling NOAH is sending someone over, certainly hoping that one of their kids can slay the monster that's destroyed so many of theirs. Well Human Tornado, that ain't gonna happen. But I could definitely use a test... a warm up... And since you're here, rambling on, why the hell not? Next week: Nigel McGuinness versus Human Tornado for the ROH World Championship! And guess what? Since you apparently love competition so much, you'll get to face NOAH's boy if you beat me... Hahahaha, but we all know that's not going to happen either, is it, Mr. Tizzle?

Nigel smirked down at Tornado then stood up straight, took the title off of his shoulder and fastened it around his waist backwards, so that the plate was against his back, insinuating that “everyone who wanted this belt could kiss the champ's ass.” Nigel strutted away, his head held high.

Human Tornado: Oh yeah, well, you're wrong, Nigel! A storm is coming next week, and this tornado is going to be spinning circles all around you when I become the new ROH World Champion!

Nigel McGuinness: Ahahaha, that's so adorable! Can we keep him?

Tornado's face scrunched up in anger as Nigel disappeared around the corner and we headed back to the ring for the next match at ROH Reborn.

The lights dimmed as heavy metal music blasted throughout the Hammerstein Ballroom. Then the curtain was thrown aside as Ultramantis Black and Hydra appeared. Ultramantis, the leader of the Neo Solar Temple led Hydra, the gargantuan monster from the sea. Hydra and his hulking muscles had a rough time of getting into the ring through the ring ropes.

Dave Prazak: Bison Smith better be worried. Hydra is even bigger than him!

Lenny Leonard: You have got to be kidding me...

Ultramantis Black snatched a microphone away from Bobby Cruise, and the next moment his cackling laughter echoed throughout the historic ballroom.

Ultramantis Black: Hello homosapien scum! Ahahahaha! Tonight's match was booked as CHIKARA versus Ring of Honor, but that is untrue! For we do not represent CHIKARA, we represent your new leaders, the Order of the Neo Solar Temple! Hahahaha! Tonight my creature from the black lagoon, Hydra, will defeat Bison Smith! The wicked Bison has laid waste to superstar after superstar, but he has never faced someone as wicked as him! HYDRA! Your time is now! We shall conquer Bison Smith, then we shall conquer Ring of Honor, and then we shall conquer the entire world! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Cowboys From Hell by Pantera exploded on the PA System and the hulking Bison Smith appeared. Bison circled the ring, licking his lips slightly at his next victim thrown to him like fodder. He slid into the ring and Ultramantis Black ran for his life. Bison threw off his ring jacket and immediately went to work on Hydra by decapitating him with a Lariat!

Bison stood in the ring for a moment as his music went up and the crowd chanted his name. Paramedics checked on Ultramantis Black who was lying still in the table rubble, then the paramedics team split up so some people could check on the lifeless Hydra in the ring. Bison raised his arm and let out a buffalo-like grunt, before exiting the ring and storming to the backstage area.

We go backstage to narrow hallway. The camera travels along it, before cutting over into a white room with Austin Aries sitting on a steel chair looking out a window. In his hands a water bottle and him dressed in his leather jacket and pants alongside his pair of sunglasses, removed and around his necklace.

Austin Aries: FIP Championship. Tyler Black. Jimmy Jacobs. And I, Austin Aries. Tonight’s main event is we. It’s not Kevin Steen and El Generico. Nor is it Nigel McGuinness. No, none of them matter tonight. First, our FIP Champion, Tyler Black: Mr. Flavor of the Month. I will give you your props you are a good wrestler. You have earned your spot in the Ring of Honor roster. However, that doesn’t mean everything you’ve been getting you deserve. The Title shots, the praise. All these fans cheering you on, like they love you. All it is your 15 minutes of fame. It takes more then a couple of cheers to get you to stay on top. All you are is a flash in the pan compared to me, The Ace of ROH. Remember that tonight when I take your FIP Championship. Now, on to more important matters...

Aries reaches up and removes his sunglasses, now placing around his necklace before addressing his true adversary.

Austin Aries: I think we all know the history between Jimmy Jacobs and myself but I want to remind you all of things. Starting over a year ago, Jimmy created The Age of the Fall. He came out here, whined, complained, and constantly bitched about how it was everyone else’s fault about things. Society was his new target. In his little mind, he was the victim. He tried to bring me into this mess, but... Well, I’m not a weak of mind as all these others who follow him. And neither was Lacey...

Aries paused for a moment, taking a look down to the ground for a moment before turning back to the camera.

Austin Aries: Lacey was finally free from you, Jimmt. She finally saw the light and could actually move forward. Yet you could not let her be happy, could you? No, you had to keep pushing, stalking, following her. She had broken free of your twisted control and you couldn’t stand it. Then you... you... you hurt Lacey! I wasn’t going to let that end there! So, I decided then and there, I was going to make you pay...

Aries stops again, taking a sip of his water. His focused returned as the bitterness in his voice vanished and he went back to a calmer tone.

Austin Aries: Jimmy, you blamed EVERYONE else for everything that happen to you. You want someone to blame so much? Well, tonight, I’ll give you that one person to blame for what happens: Me. Cause I want you to blame me for all the scars I plan to leave on you. I want you to know that it was me who will make you cry out in terror and plead for your life. When anyone asks, I want you to say my name when people ask “Who beat you to the brink of death.”

Aries then stands, picking up the steel chair, folding it, and leaving the room.

Eye of the Storm by Killswitch Engage exploded throughout the Hammerstein Ballroom, signaling the entrance of Roderick Strong and Erick Stevens. They appeared on the rampway to a rather positive reaction, before they headed around ringside, high fiving fans and getting into the ring, set to begin the match.

“OLE~!”

The crowd got to its feet in excitement as Ole by the Bouncing Souls began, bringing the crowd to its feet as the fans sang along and clapped their hands to the beat. The curtain was tossed aside and out skipped El Generico, a finger pointed high in the air and a wide grin on his face. He walked around the ring at a brisk pace, high fiving fans and holding his ROH World Tag Team Title high above his head. Steen was out several seconds after Generico, much more reserved than his Lucha counter part, as he marched down the aisle, hit the ring, and held the belt high in front of Stevens and Strong.

Steen and Generico handed their titles to referee Paul Turner, who immediately handed them to to the time keeper's table, since it was a Non-Title match. Even though no titles were on the line, there was no doubting the importance of this match for both teams. Steen and Generico wanted to prove their dominance throughout Ring of Honor, and since they won the titles, they have constantly been questioned by the likes of the Briscoes, and when they were still around, the Age of the Fall.

Generico raised his hand to high five his partner, who looked back at him with a raised eyebrow and shook his head in annoyance.

There seemed to be a commotion and the fans got to their feet and peeked over the top of other peeking heads as Teddy Hart and Jack Evans, the New Hart Foundation made their return to Ring of Honor. There was a loud reception for Jack, who grinned and smacked his lips. Teddy, on the other hand, got a much warmer reception.... in that his temperature rose and his head became the color of a tomato as fans shouted obscenities at him.

Steen and Generico looked out at them and asked Paul Turner what they were doing here. Turner told them to hit the bricks (junior) and go backstage, but Teddy told him they weren't doing anything wrong. They were just here to “observe.”

Paul Turner seemed to buy it, but Steen and Generico weren't so confident. But Strong and Stevens weren't going to wait around with distractions all day, and fed up with being overlooked because of Evans and Hart, Strong attacked Generico as Generico yelled some Spanish obscenities up at Hart and Evans.

The crowd celebrated with Steen and Generico as Stevens crawled over to his partner to check on Roderick, holding his pain from being in the Sharpshooter for nearly an entire minute. Steen and Generico celebrated on the ropes with their ROH World Tag Team Titles as the New Hart Foundation watched on from the rampway with amused expressions as part one faded to black, set and ready for part two!

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Reborn Part Two opened with Dave Prazak and Lenny Leonard recapping the show. Prazak and Leonard discussed some of the great matches and moments we saw, bickering at times of course. Leonard then said that Kyle Durden was standing by so we shifted backstage.

Kyle Durden led a camera crew down a few hallways backstage, stopping every so often and looking around at different interview prospects. After stopping and taking a moment to mull things over in his head, he motioned to the camera crews to follow him wherever in the hell he was going. Then, as he made a turn down the next hallway, he nearly leapt out of his skin. He sprinted down the hallway, carelessly knocking Program Girl and other staff members aside against the wall. At the other end of the hallway, someone gasped and started running away from Durden, but he was too late and Kyle caught him.

Kyle Durden: BRYAN DANIELSON!

American Dragon winced at Durden, who looked like he was about to do the Happy Happy-Joy Joy dance at the mere sight of him.

Bryan Danielson: Uhh, hey... What's up, Kyle?

Kyle Durden: WOULD YOU LIKE AN INTERVIEW?!

Bryan Danielson: Well actually I was looking for Jay and Mark and---

Kyle Durden: I KNOW WHERE THEY ARE! DO YOU WANT ME TO TAKE YOU THERE?!

Danielson sighed and shook his head, giving an annoyed but amused grin at Kyle Durden.

Bryan Danielson: Lead the way...

Kyle led them through a few more hallways, through a concealed door, then entered a gigantic stairwell. Danielson was hesitant, but hurried to catch up with Kyle Durden who was already two flights below. Danielson wasn't sure if they were even allowed to be in this stairwell, but he needed to find his tag partners, and if he had to follow this insufferable prat through the entire city, then so be it.

Kyle Durden: SO BRYAN, WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN UP TO LATELY?!

Kyle's voice boomed and echoed through the stairwell, momentarily stopping Danielson in his tracks so he could cover his ears.

Bryan Danielson: Oh, uh, you know... clam digging and stuff.

Kyle Durden: THAT'S SO COOL, DO YOU THINK I COULD COME WITH YOU SOMETIME?!

Bryan Danielson: Uhh, yeah, maybe.

Kyle Durden: THAT'S SO AWESOME! THANKS, BRYAN!

Durden threw open a door a flight below and Dragon leapt down the remaining stairs to catch up. Durden led him down one more hallway until they were in the wide open Manhattan Center Main Lobby.

Bryan Danielson: Don't tell me they're outside...

Kyle Durden: NO, THEY'RE SOMEWHERE UPSTAIRS. WE NEED ACCESS TO THE ELEVATORS THOUGH, SO THAT'S WHERE WE'RE GOING. C'MON!

People watched with wide eyes as Kyle Durden screamed and ran through the lobby, Danielson jogging behind him, bowing his head in forgiveness and embarrassment to all the onlookers. When they arrived at the lifts, a security guard shoved Kyle Durden back, nearly knocking him over with hardly any effort.

Kyle Durden: Hey! What's the problem?

Security Guard: Cary Silken told me you're not allowed in.

Durden looked up at the hulking security guard, fearlessly poking him in the chest.

Kyle Durden: Listen, PAL, do you know who I am? I'm Kyle *bleep*ing Durden! Oh yeah! Kyle *bleep*ing Durden! So you better not mess with me and my good friend American Dragon Bryan Danielson!

Security Guard: Oh, you're with Bryan? Hey Bryan.

Bryan Danielson: Uhh, hey.

Kyle Durden: DO YOU KNOW THIS MAN, BRYAN?! IS HE A FRIEND?! I'M SORRY, I DIDN'T MEAN TO OFFEND HIM, I SWEAR!

Bryan Danielson: Err, no, we met at a Ron Paul convention---err, look, it doesn't really matter. John, do you know where the Briscoes are?

Security Guard: Uhh yeah, they're up in their hotel room. I think it's 425... Yep, I'm sure it's 425.

Danielson nodded his head in appreciation and headed into the elevator. Kyle went to follow him but the security guard stopped him. With the security guard busy with Kyle, the camera crew snuck into the lift with Danielson and we watched as the elevator doors began to close, with Kyle Durden beginning to throw fists at the security guard to try and get inside.

Danielson hit a button and bounced up and down on the balls of his feet in anxiety and impatience. When the doors finally slid apart a minute later, he hurried out and down a hallway, only to find out he went entirely the wrong direction. He turned around and headed the other way, looking at the numbers on each door and keeping track in his head. The only problem, he realized as he reached the end of the hallway, was that there was no room 425! Danielson doubled back and found that the door to room 425 was being held open by a beer keg and an overflowing trashcan.

Danielson sighed and reluctantly entered the room, stepping over trash and unconscious bodies all along the way. Finally he found Jay and Mark, butt-naked and jumping up and down on a bed with a couple of girls in their underwear.

Jay Briscoe: Heeeey! Look yo, it's Dyan Branielson! Dyan you wanna be in a five-way?! You'll risk jail, but yo man, Mark and I think it's worf it!

Bryan Danielson: NO! Get the hell down from there, we have a match coming up! And throw some clothes on, for God's sake, guys!

Mark Briscoe: Holy crap! You tellin' me I'm naked?!

Danielson covered his face in embarrassment as the Briscoes collapsed with the girls in exhaustion and drunkenness.

Mark Briscoe: Oooooh I'm gonna throw up.

Bryan Danielson: Well do it later! Now get your gear on and get sober real quick!

Jay Briscoe: Yo man, you sure you don't---?

Bryan Danielson: YES I'M SURE!!! Guys! The Honor Rumble is starting right now! We need to hurry up and get prepared!

Mark Briscoe: Prepared for what?

Bryan Danielson: For our match with Chris Hero, Davey Richards, and Eddie Edwards! Those Sweet and Sour punks!

Jay Briscoe: Oh shit, we facin' Sour and Sweet Chicken tonight?

Bryan Danielson: For God's sake, how many glasses of beer have you two had to drink?!

Mark Briscoe: I have no idea...

Bryan Danielson: Oh that's just wonderful.

Mark Briscoe: No, I mean we chugged straight out of the keg...

Danielson walked over a few more unconscious bodies and one of the bodies of the girls, who was now fast asleep and snoring. Danielson yanked open the Briscoes' bags, grabbed some of their gear, and threw it at them.

Bryan Danielson: I may be the best wrestler in the world, but I don't think I can beat three people by myself! Now get dressed!

Jay Briscoe: Uggggh, alright Dyan, you don't have to be so loud about it and all. Yo Mark, wake up and get dressed!

Mark snapped awake.

Mark Briscoe: Say what now?

A few minutes later and a few moments were Danielson had to help dress them himself, Jay and Mark Briscoe were finally dressed to fight. But were they even in the right mind to fight?

Bryan Danielson: Jay, Mark, we're facing Chris Hero and the American Wolves tonight... I'm going to need your help. We need to formulate a strategy, pop in some tapes and watch their matches, and stretch and pray. Come on now and get with me on this... a lot is riding on this match tonight!

Jay Briscoe: Why, the titles on the line?

Bryan Danielson: I don't know, does ROH have a Six Man division?

Jay Briscoe: No need to get snippy about it, Mom... err, Dad... err, Dyan. Hey, where'd Alexis and Julia go?!

Mark Briscoe: No, their names was, uhh, Maria and Lindsay... I fink...

Bryan Danielson: WOULD YOU TWO PAY ATTENTION?! They are knocked out and drunk, perhaps even more drunk than you two if that's even possible! Now come on, can you guys fight?

Jay Briscoe: Of course we can fight! Just point out the *bleep*ers you want us to punch and we'll... you know... punch them and shit...

The next moment, Mark span around and threw up on the bed. The sick landed on one of the girls who was fast asleep on her stomach, instantly bringing shouts of disgust from Danielson and Jay as the vomit fell into her hair. Mark wretched and coughed, then fall back with his eyes rolling in the back of his head.

Bryan Danielson: OH MY GOD! Mark, are you okay?!

Jay Briscoe: Huh, why what's wrong with him?

Bryan Danielson: He just threw up on---

Mark leapt up onto his feet and wiped his mouth on the bed spread. He let out a huge belch then swayed on his feet, holding onto his brother so he didn't fall flat on his face.

Mark Briscoe: There's nothing wrong with me now! Feel loads better... err... I think! Who we fighting again?

Danielson growled under his breath as Jay poked the girl Mark just chucked up on.

Mark Briscoe: Oooh man, I hope these girls don't rat on us.

Jay Briscoe: Err, we got worse problems, yo. Now I think 'bout it, these girls might be our cousins.

Finally Danielson exploded. He slapped Jay and Mark across the face, yelling like a maniac (or Kyle Durden) at the top of his voice. He slapped the Briscoes repeatedly, then lifted up a keg (one of many) and hurled it across the room, breaking a mirror. He upended a bed and then continued to slap around the Briscoe brothers.

Bryan Danielson: YOU-*bleep*ING-IDIOTS-WE-HAVE-A-MATCH-COMING-UP!

Finally the Briscoes got tired of Danielson slapping them and started slapping him back! Danielson took a few blows, staggered, then slapped them right back! The future Six Man Tag partners were now beating the hell out of each other in a wrecked hotel room (a very big understatement), filled with unconscious girls (and perhaps their fellow unconscious bloody boyfriends), trash, beer, and vomit. Finally they doubled over in exhaustion after Danielson got in two last slaps. Jay puked in front of him, down on the floor and on his boots.

Bryan Danielson: Guys! We have to get prepared to fight Chris Hero and the American Wolves! Now either you're gonna go to the ring with me, or I'm going to carry you two!

Jay Briscoe: Ugh, no, Dyan here is right. Mark, we gotta a fight comin' up with 'dem Sour and Sweet boys, yo! I feel miserable... and I wanna fight!

Mark Briscoe: Ugh... same here.

Jay Briscoe: Ugh...

Mark Briscoe: Ugh...

Danielson lifted Mark and Jay up and slapped them across the face one more time.

Bryan Danielson: NO! "UGH" is not what the Briscoe brothers say! They fight, they drink, they piss, and they curse! But above all they "MAN UP"!

Jay Briscoe: Ugh... Branielson's gotta point, yo.

Mark Briscoe: Hey, wait a minute! It was 'dem American Wolves boys that took me out in the first place! Dem bastards injured me a few months ago! I wanna kick their ass!

Bryan Danielson: Oh crap, that's right... I forgot you were just returning, Mark. Are you okay? Can you even compete?

Jay Briscoe: Nope, he's just fine. His wheel is all fixed now. And now I remember, Mark. That AJ Styles-look alike pussy Davey Richards wrecked your knee! *bleep* him!

Mark Briscoe: Yeah! *bleep* him!

Bryan Danielson: So, do you guys wanna go to my room and watch tapes? Stretch and pray? Formulate a strategy to beat these yellow-necked bastards?!

Jay Briscoe: Hell no! We gonna drink some more, break some more laws, and beat the crap out of each other! That right, Mark?

Mark Briscoe: Hell yeah! We don't need no tapes man! Formulatin' a strogedy? And stretchin' and prayin'? What the hell man, am I in Russia?!

Jay Briscoe: Yeah, 'ya commie bastard!

Bryan Danielson: Look, either you'll come down with me or I'll carry you down! Now come on, I have a tape---

Jay staggered to his feet and shoved Danielson back into the wall. He fell back onto the bed, sitting right in the sick that Mark had just belched up. Completely oblivious to this, Jay stood back up and started pointing at himself in the half-broken mirror while yelling and cursing at Danielson.

Jay Briscoe: No, now you look here, you son bitch! We the Briscoes! We don't need none of your Leecha Lubra! We don't need none of that, man! As long as we got these two fists and that Lynyrd Skynyrd music---(Mark Briscoe: SKYYNNNNYYYRRRRD!), then we'll be just fine! We're fighters man, not wrestlers! Where in the hell choo been?! You go do what you do, in the meantime, we'll do what we do best: Drink and fight and curse and piss! Sometimes all at the same time!

Mark Briscoe: Yeah man, back off, yo! We'll show up to the fight! Fightin' is what we live for! We'll be there at 'dat fight, trust us. We want 'dem American Wolves just as bad as you do! You don't have to worry about us, they do! That faggot Chris Hero needs to worry about us! THEY NEED TO MAN UP!

Jay Briscoe: MAN UP!

Mark Briscoe: MAN UP!

Jay Briscoe: MAN UP!

Mark Briscoe: MAN UP!

Jay Briscoe: THROW UP!

Mark Briscoe: No man, it's MAN UP!

Jay Briscoe: No man, I dink I'm gonna throw up again!

And Jay tried to run and get the trash can, but he didn't make it that far when he tripped over a body and started heaving up on the floor.

Jay staggered to his feet, stumbling and staggering as he collapsed beside his brother Mark. He fell asleep for a few seconds, then snapped awake, muttering something about "cousins and felonies." Then he looked around the room, scanning it for Bryan Danielson.

Jay Briscoe: Hey man, where'd Dyan Branielson go?

Mark Briscoe: Man he left before you even started that rant, yo. I think he's gonna try to do it without us.

Jay Briscoe: Heh, shiiiiz... he can't beat Hero and dem Wolves without us!

Mark Briscoe: He thinks we'll be too drunk to show up for the fight or sumfing...

Jay Briscoe: MAAAAN! DAMN! I showed up to your wedding more drunk than this!

Jay and Mark looked at each other then cracked up laughing. They laughed and snickered, headbutting each other without even noticing it. Then they suddenly stopped as Mark covered his mouth, his cheeks wide as though full with food (or in this case, more vomit). Then a moment later, he swallowed and squinted, then began cracking up laughing with his brother once more.

Jay Briscoe: MAN UP!

Mark Briscoe: MAN UP!

Jay Briscoe: MAN UP!

Mark Briscoe: MAN UP!

They continued this for about a good five minutes. When they wore each other out, they stumbled to their feet and looked around the room.

Jay Briscoe: Do you know what an alibi is, little bro?

Mark Briscoe: Noooope. Is it a Skynyrd song?

Jay Briscoe: No... err... I don't think so, anyway. But uhh, we better start formin' one.

We went back to the ringside area, where Bobby Cruise and referee Bryce Rembsburg were standing by. Bobby said that this was a challenge match from the YRR (Young, Rich, & Ready for Action), it was scheduled for one fall with a fifteen, blah blah blah...

Addicted To Love by Get That Cream hit the PA System and the fans groaned in annoyance. Then during the intro "RHETT TITUS!" when up during the chorus. The curtain was then tossed aside as Rhett Titus and Kenny King of the YRR appeared on the entrance stage. Rhett was grinding away with the Top of the Class trophy as King stood back just a little bit, allowing his partner do his thing but giving him just enough clearance so that he didn't actually touch him in fear of getting some disease or something... It's strange that Titus still carried the Top of the Class trophy (which was much larger than the original trophy, by the way) considering the trophy isn't even recognized by ROH anymore, but maybe he was just compensating for something... He went around ringside, grinding the air and rubbing his chest, blowing kisses and giving dances to the few girls in the crowd before getting in the ring and taunting with Kenny.

Electric Eye by Judas Priest exploded through the Hammerstein Ballroom and out came Jerry Lynn to a big reaction. The crowd chanted his name as he went around ringside, high fiving every fan that stuck his or her arm out (and it appeared that every one did). Lynn punched the air and got into the ring, staring down Rhett Titus while eying Kenny King out of the corner of his eye. This wasn't his first rodeo, he knew what they had in mind.


The crowd gasped and gaped and booed and threw trash. They wanted to get their hands on Rhett Titus and Kenny King (but mostly King, since it was entirely because of him that Rhett even won), and the YRR had no problem of harassing the crowd all the way to the backstage area. Lynn staggered to his feet in the ring, walking gingerly (after all, he just got nailed in the nuts) and walked back to the curtain as he slowly high fived fans.

After the match, we went backstage. Cameras rolled as Kyle Durden led them down a crowded hallway of wrestlers and staff, all peeking outside a door that was kept wide open with a stick from the ground. It was pouring outside, with a murky gray sky above. Kyle led them out where they found his fellow backstage interviewer Rebecca Bayless crouched down beside Bobby Dempsey who was sitting on a milk crate, covering the side of his face with one of his ham-like hands.

Kyle Durden: Oh, Rebecca... You're already here.

Rebecca glared up at Kyle and rolled her eyes, but she had more worries on her mind than who was performing better as a backstage interviewer.

Bobby Dempsey: Oh, wonderful. Now we have the cameras back here. Damn it, can't I ever get a little privacy around here?!

Rebecca hushed Bobby Dempsey down as Kyle led the cameras around to face Bobby's front, where we saw blood leaking down the side of his face. Bobby glanced up and tried to conceal it once more with his hand, but he didn't do a good enough job and he knew it, finally lowering his hand. He quickly wiped his eyes with his forearm.

Rebecca Bayless: Please, Bobby! You need to go to a hospital or something!

Bobby Dempsey: I told you, I'm fine!

Kyle stepped forward and crouched down before Dempsey, holding the microphone in front of his face. Rebecca gaped at Kyle, that he would be looking for an interview now, but Kyle didn't pay attention.

Kyle Durden: Please, Bobby, can you tell us what happened? Did someone hit you? Weren't you paying attention when you were eating a box of doughnuts and you fell down a flight of stairs?

Rebecca Bayless: Bobby, don't listen to Kyle. He's a complete moron. Come on, Bobby, let's go to the hospital. It's not far.

Rebecca tried to lift Bobby up by his arm, but he was far too heavy. The simple effort nearly made her slip back and fall into a puddle, but Kyle caught her at the last moment. Rebecca mouthed her thanks up at Kyle, but when Kyle didn't let go of her and instead looked down into her face cradled against his shoulder, Rebecca gave him a light but firm shove and dusted herself off. Looking at the ground with his face down and sullen, Bobby growled in an undertone "I just want to be left alone..."

Suddenly the stick holding the door open was kicked away and the door was thrown wide. Out into the rain stepped...

Kyle Durden: Eddie Kingston?!

Eddie Kingston: The one and only, baby.

Kingston winked down at Rebecca and smirked, then turned and looked down the hallway.

Eddie Kingston: Sorry folks, show's over!

Eddie then slammed the door closed while we heard groans and objections on the other side from the wrestlers and staff that were spying in on the scene. Kingston stepped forward into the huddle around Dempsey and he looked down at Kyle Durden. He then took the microphone away, smiled kindly, then shoved Durden away, out from under the overhang that shielded them from the rain above.

Eddie Kingston: So big boy, what's the problem?

Bobby Dempsey: Please leave me alone...

Eddie scratched at his chin and looked up for a moment, thinking his next words.

Eddie Kingston: Hmm, guess you didn't hear me. I said BIG BOY, WHAT'S YOUR *bleep*ING PROBLEM?!

Dempsey's head snapped up, his gritted teeth were red from the blood. The entire right side of his face was covered in the red stuff and poured down his neck and dampened his shirt.

Bobby Dempsey: Why don't you just ask them in there? I'm sure at least half of them saw what went down!

Eddie Kingston: Well alright, I was trying to be a little civil, a little polite, but I guess we're just going to cut straight to business, eh? Fine by me then, big boy. See, I know what happened to you. That punk ass that hangs around with that woman Chris Hero did this to you? What the hell's his name? Tom or Frank or something?

Bobby Dempsey: Shane Hagadorn...

Eddie Kingston: That's it, now I remember. If I remember right, he's on the Ring of Honor payroll and correct me if I'm wrong, but he hasn't done much in a long time, has he? Oh yeah, I check the Message Board, I see the results! I have some people back here! I know what's going on in Ring of Honor! And damn it, heh, I can't remember a damn thing that this Sean Daggerhorn has ever done! Has he even done anything lately?

Bobby Dempsey: No.

Eddie Kingston: Just as I figured. He's just a moocher, son. How could you let a slime ball like him get you down? Just ignore him, man.

Dempsey ran his hands through his blood-stained white blond hair and once again hastily wiped his eyes with his forearm.

Bobby Dempsey: It's a bit hard to ignore someone that's ramming your face against a gym locker.

Eddie Kingston: Well then, *bleep* it, I dunno... fight back, maybe?

Bobby Dempsey: I'm not...

Eddie Kingston: What's that?

Kingston put his hand behind his ear and held it close to Dempsey, who was mumbling under his breath. Eddie sighed and rolled his eyes at Rebecca.

Eddie Kingston: Big boy, you gonna have to speak up cuz---

Suddenly Bobby Dempsey lurched to his feet and grabbed Eddie by the shirt. He then slammed him against a dumpster beside them and growled at him.

Bobby Dempsey: BECAUSE I'M NOT GOOD ENOUGH, DAMN IT! And my name is not Big Boy! It's Bobby Dempsey! BOBBY DEMPSEY! BOB-EE DEMP-SEE!

Eddie Kingston: Yo man, you better back the *bleep* off if you know what's good for you...

???: Well well well, so Lard Ass finally grew a pair then, eh?

Dempsey and the rest turned to see Shane Hagadorn skip out of the door. He had a glass of champagne in his hands, certainly from the locker room of Sweet and Sour Incorporated. He grinned over at Dempsey and Kingston as he slowly stretched out the glass beyond the overhanging and let a few droplets of rain splash down into the glass before bringing it back to his side and taking a few small sips.

Shane Hagadorn: I'm proud of you, man, I really am. How's your face doing, it doesn't hurt too much does it?

Eddie Kingston: Bobby, you let this little bitch boss you around? For what?! Why?! Why do you still wear this ridiculous weight-loss suit? Why do you still linger around Sweeney's gang? Why do you cower in fear to this punk ass? Damn it Bobby, sorry to steal a popular catch phrase around here, but MAN UP!

Shane Hagadorn: Eddie, shut up. No one here remotely wants you to be here. Face it. You know you should pack your bags and give up when a company would rather have Grizzly Redwood than you.

Kingston tried to launch at Hagadorn, but he found himself incapable of moving. Dempsey was still holding him firmly against the dumpster, so much that he could barely move at all except for his legs. Only this time, Dempsey wasn't glaring at Eddie, but looking down at his feet. Eddie thought Dempsey's teeth were going to chip if they ground against one another anymore. He could even hear the grinding.

Eddie Kingston: Listen you little *bleep*er, it wouldn't even take me five seconds to squash you like the little insect that you are!

Shane Hagadorn: Eddie, you're in no position to offer threats when you're pinned against a dumpster, helplessly, by freaking Booby Dempsey. You're pathetic, you know that?

Bobby Dempsey: Shut up Hagadorn...

Shane Hagadorn: What was that, Dempsey?!

Hagadorn marched forward and yanked Bobby by the back of the hair. But if you blinked an eye you would have missed what happened next. Eddie flinched and suddenly found himself plopping down on the cold, wet concrete hard. When he opened his eyes he saw Bobby Dempsey hovering over a downed Shane Hagadorn, who was folded up like an achordian. Bobby must have given him one of the nastiest Lariats of all time, and damn him, he had missed it! Good thing the cameras caught it, he would have to pick up the DVD just to see that. Ha, imagine that, Eddie Kingston buying an Ring of Honor DVD.

Kyle Durden: HOLY SHIT YOU *bleep*ING KILLED HIM! ERR... I mean... Uh... We can edit that out, right guys? But! What the--- Shane, can you hear me?!

Rebecca Bayless: Oh my God, someone get some help!

Eddie Kingston: Now that's more like it, Bobby!

Bobby glared back at Eddie Kingston and Eddie watched as his fierce sneer turned into a smirk and then a wink back at the King of Diamonds.

Eddie Kingston: Bobby, come on, let's go inside and get a pop... err, and maybe a shower to get some of that blood off of you. I need a talk with you.

Bobby Dempsey: Oh that's great, I could use someone to wash my back.

Eddie Kingston: EWW! You take your showers on your own, man! I ain't freakin' Chris Hero... I won't have bubble baths with choo!

But Eddie was grinning and laughing as he led Bobby inside. Cameras zoomed in on Hagadorn's face which was completely blank, his eyes rolled up into the back of his head, and the glass of champagne shattered beside his head.

As the wild night continued to unfold, fans watched as Dave Prazak stood from the announce table at ringside which brought a chorus of boos for him and his recent style of commentary. He sleeked back his bleached blond hair into tidy spikes, adjusted his checkered-red tie and sports coat, and then smiled a toothy grin at the angry crowd. He climbed into the ring, collected a microphone from Bobby Cruise, and got into the middle of the ring, ready to speak whenever the fans would quiet down and stop booing him for five seconds.

Dave Prazak: Ladies and gentlemen, at this time I would like to welcome to the ring, ROH President Cary Silken!

The tone of the crowd immediately changed with the fans cheering as Silken made his way down the ramp way, high-fiving some fans in the front row before he climbed up the ring steps and entered the ring. Bobby Cruise stepped forward to offer Cary a microphone, but Prazak hastily offered up his own to his boss then took the extra microphone from the gaping ring announcer.

Cary Silken: Thank you, Mr. Prazak. Have I told you that you’ve been doing a great job lately?

Prazak beamed and bowed in appreciation, then quickly gave a snide smirk over at Lenny Leonard at the announce table who looked like he wanted to throw up.

Cary Silken: Being the President here in ROH for the last few years, I think I’ve gotten to know a lot of you, and I think a lot of you have gotten to know me. You see, my style is not to integrate myself into the Ring of Honor product. When you buy a ticket to a Ring of Honor show, you’re not paying to see Cary Silken, you’re paying to see guys like Bryan Danielson, Nigel McGuinness, Jay and Mark Briscoe, Jimmy Jacobs, Claudio Castagnoli, Chris Hero, Tyler Black, and all of our other great ROH pro wrestlers!

There was a mixed reaction for some of the names he listed off, but overall the crowd was positive in their agreement with what he said.

Cary Silken: My belief is that the less I appear on screen, the greater the ROH brand will be. However, from time to time I will come out to make an announcement, and this is one of those times. I am announcing that TONIGHT… here… live in the beautiful Hammerstein Ballroom in New York City, will be the second ever Honor Rumble!

The crowd gave a roar of appreciation.

Cary Silken: As we all know, stars have been born and made here in Ring of Honor. Samoa Joe, CM Punk, Paul London, Spanky, Homicide, Bryan Danielson, Colt Cabana, Matt Sydal, Nigel McGuinness, and the list goes on and on. Out there right now exists the future Samoa Joe’s and CM Punk’s. Ten years ago no one knew who these kids were until ROH gave them a chance. Well tonight, we give twenty potential stars their chance in the second ever Honor Rumble!

The crowd applauded, quieter this time, perhaps out of annoyance that Cary wouldn’t bring them all out right now and get this battle royal under way.

Cary Silken: Two wrestlers will start the match and then at two minute intervals, another participant will enter the ring. When eighteen combatants have been eliminated, the remaining two will face off in a sanctioned singles match that abides ROH Official Rule. The winner of the match will get a contract for a spot in Ring of Honor worth one hundred thousand dollars!

The crowd cheered loudest, which is curious since they weren’t getting a single penny of that check. Prazak seemed to have a different approach to this news from the fans as he sputtered and burst into shock and jealousy at Silken’s words. There appeared to be a bit of drool making its way down his chin as well.

Cary Silken: The Honor Rumble will offer new comers a chance at fame and glory. It will give a chance for the down and out at a better lifestyle with its pension. It will give a chance to the old and forgotten a breath of fresh air. And it may even give some former Ring of Honor competitors a second chance they may have never gotten. But enough talk, because the Honor Rumble is next! Bobby Cruise, do what you do best!

Silken and Prazak exited the ring as Bobby Cruise stepped forward into the middle of the ring and repeated the rules Silken just mentioned (which the crowd gave him hell for) and then waited as the theme song from Nickelodeon's Pete & Pete hit the PA System.

Immediately, several fans got up from their seats and applauded. Some laughed, some nearly fell over the guard rail from banging on the ROH sign, and one even cried out in tears of joy. Everyone else joined in a collective groan which was followed by a chattering of boos as Chuck Taylor threw open the curtain and stepped out to bathe in the shower of ROHbot uncertainty. Chuck was joined at his side by the lovely Rain, who also got a mixed reaction, though there were no boos; only cheers and wolf-whistles. Chuck grinned and smirked all the way down the aisle as he led Rain arm-in-arm to the ring. Rain stood ringside as Chuck flipped into the ring, taunted on the turnbuckles, flipped back into the center of the ring, and just for good measure: did another flip.

When his music faded, chants “TAYLOR TAYLOR” went up and Chuck gave a deep bow, however, the chants died away quicker than his music. For the next few moments, the crowd stood in silence, looking around for the next entrant in the Honor Rumble. Some speculated whether there was a technical issue as no music was playing. Even Chuck wasn't sure what was going on, as he raised his arms in confusion. Then the lights dimmed and Copa Cabana hit the sound systems, nearly bringing the entire Manhattan Center to the ground!

Purple lights flooded and danced around the arena as Barry Manilow's voice boomed throughout the arena (can Barry Manilow's voice “boom”?... eh...), and the next moment, the curtain was thrown aside as Colt Cabana returned to Ring of Honor! There was no scatterings of boos, there were only cheers (though there may have been a couple wolf-whistles), and the cheers shook dust from the ballroom rafters. Colt danced around the aisle, clapping hands and giving hugs. Colt hopped up on the apron and blew Rain a kiss, then got in the ring and gave Todd Sinclair one as well just in case he got jealous. Colt joined in singing his theme song and gave the air a good punching when he got on the turnbuckles to a loud explosion of ROHbot giddiness and orgasms.

Colt hopped off the turnbuckles and tossed off his ring jacket as chants of “COLT COLT COLT!” blasted through Hammerstein. Chuck was arguing about something with Todd Sinclair... It appeared that Chuck wasn’t ecstatic at Colt's Ring of Honor return.

Chuck and Colt stared one another down from across the ring, a grin of confidence on Colt’s face, a look of horror on Chuck’s. The bell rang out and a girl’s scream belted out through the Hammerstein Ballroom, and it took everyone a moment that the scream actually came from Chuck Taylor!

Boos erupted throughout the Hammerstein Ballroom as Rain gathered her blouse and put it back on, then joined her boyfriend in the ring for the celebration. Chuck didn’t even know he had won until Rain told him and embraced him in a disgusting hug and kiss, where they looked like they were eating each other’s faces instead of snogging.

Colt Cabana was furious and so was the crowd. If ROH wasn’t careful, there was going to be a riot, and by the look on his face, Colt Cabana would be leading the riot. Cabana tried to get to Chuck but referees, security, and ROH students held him back. Taylor and Rain hopped up and down in celebration, and to add insult to injury, Rain tauntingly flashed Colt her bra once again before quickly refastening it and rejoining Chuck in the celebration. After that, Colt wanted to get after them even more, but the security force wouldn’t budge. When ROH Owner Cary Silken and Commissioner Adam Pearce got in the ring, Cabana stopped struggling. He stopped trying to get after Taylor, who was now doing a victory lap around ringside with Rain. Colt merely glared at Silkin and Pearce, before sliding out of the ring and exiting the arena in a huff.

Chuck Taylor slid back into the ring, giddy as he laughed and tears of joy ran down his eyes. Dave Prazak got in the ring as an assistant handed Cary Silken a contract, a gleaming gold trophy, and a biiiig bundle of money. At the sight of the prizes, Chuck nearly fainted. Prazak, Pearce, and Silkin stood shoulder-to-shoulder, Pearce looking like an ogre with his arms behind his back and a smug look on his face, Prazak a complete suck-up as he held the microphone for his boss, and Silken looking disgusted as he carefully thought his words out.

Dave Prazak: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the Honor Rumble and the six-figure Ring of Honor Contract… CHUCK… TAYLOR…

The crowd roared in frustration as the trash and soda began to rain down in the ring.

Cary Silkin: Chuck Taylor… I’d like to congratulate you for winning the Honor Rumble. You outlasted nineteen other men, and regardless of the ways you did it… you did it. Now… when you sign the dotted line on this contract, you will officially become a Ring of Honor Wrestler.

Cary held the contract before Chuck Taylor, who didn’t even take a single glance at its stipulations or conditions. With one furious swipe at the paper with the pen, Chuck Taylor was now a member of the ROH Roster. There was a loud sigh and groan from the crowd as Taylor continued to hop up and down with Rain. Chuck was then handed the trophy and the bundle of money. Chuck put the money down the front of his tights and kissed the trophy with Rain, before planting another one on Rain and handing it to her for her to keep… After all, she did win the Honor Rumble for him.

Cary and Pearce exited the ring and headed to the back, Cary looking distraught.

Dave Prazak: Chuck Taylor, congratulations on your victory! You were the first entrant in the Honor Rumble, but you still made it to the very end! Now you are one hundred thousand dollars richer and now apart of the Ring of Honor roster! Tell us... how did you do it?!

Chuck Taylor: Well, Dave, I have to thank my lovely girlfriend, Rain first of all. Without her constant encouragement and inspiring words, none of this would have been possible. Second, I have to thank my cousin Yuri, who has been giving me steroids since 2006. I am young... I am stupid... I am naive... but I'm afraid there’s no hope for me. Definitely the roids that gave me the edge tonight and I'd just like to apologize to all the children that look up to me for inspiration. BUT HAHAHAHAHA! I just won 100,000 dollars! IN YOUR FACE! IN YOUR FACE! IN YOUR FACE! Definitely IN YOUR FACE! And finally, IN YOUR FACE!

At the announce table, Lenny Leonard looked like he wanted to hang himself

Dave Prazak: Well there you have it, ladies and gentlemen: Winner of the Honor Rumble and newest member of the ROH locker room: Chuck Taylor!

Chuck Taylor: Come on Rain, let’s go have victory sex!

The crowd booed as Taylor’s theme song hit. With a final victory lap around the ring and a kiss blown to all the fans in the arena, Taylor and Rain disappeared behind the curtain before the fans in attendance lynched him.

We went backstage but it didn't take us long to find a wrestler to speak with. A rather devastated-looking Kyle Durden was shoved out of the way and the camera was jerked around. We watched as the camera span and jumped, pointing at the floor then the ceiling and then the walls. Finally the camera focused and stabilized and we saw Tyler Black up close in the camera, as though he were holding the camera himself right before his face.

Tyler Black: Jimmy Jacobs! Austin Aries! Tonight is the night when all of this is finally settled! I’m not entirely sure how it got this far or even why for that matter. Because of you two I have lost pints of blood, I have lost faith, I have lost friends, and I have lost reputation, but no more because this all ends tonight. We rode this highway to hell together and tonight I’ll be leaving on an exit en route to the Ring of Honor World Championship! Looking back at this past year with you two, I’ve come to the conclusion that we are brothers separated at birth… Women, pride, and politics may have set this off, but I think you two would agree that Jacobs/Aries/Black would have been inevitable anyway. This feud will go down as one of the most fierce, bloody, and epic feuds in Ring of Honor history, but it has to end tonight. The pieces of the puzzle are finally set in place---my grand future now awaits me. The war is waiting, brothers, and damn it, I am tired of waiting. When the battle is over I will walk out, STILL, the FIP World Champion, and soon---very soon---I will become the NEW ROH World Champion.

Tyler then tossed the camera back to the camera man and stormed away, tossing the FIP title across his shoulder.

Bon

Really liked the show, I like that Chuck is on the roster.

Question: Why did Mantis accompany Hydra?

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Crest Fall

Thanks, glad you enjoyed it.

We just decided to use them like that because the whole Neo Solar Temple with UMB was the freshest in our mind when we thought of Hydra. I haven't seen a CHIKARA show past the match Duel and Duality (not sure about Dash), which I think was their first match against one another, correct me if I'm wrong (probably am)... so that was what we were most comfortable with.

I'll be working a bit on Part 3 tonight so I'd expect it to be up tomorrow or the next day.

Bon

Ah, reasonable answer. Yeah, Duel and Duality was their first one-on-one match.
Looking forward to the next show.

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Nick Malone

I really enjoyed the way that these shows have been written so far. Good format and its extremely well written with enough detail that keeps the reader wanting to read more. Since ROH is one of the few companies that gets written about when thinking about the WWE and even TNA to a degree, its a rare treasure and a joy to read. Keep up the great work.

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Crest Fall

Really appreciate your response man. We have loads of great ideas in store for this and I'd like to think that we're not too shabby at writing, hehe.
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Part 3 is shaping up to be excellent, so everyone reading this will have something to look forward to. The main event is brutal, as should be expected; however, I hope everyone keeps attentive while reading it and spots the symbolism throughout the match. It's not just senseless violence, or at least that's what I was trying to get across while writing it.

Our only problem right now is getting online together. Didn't see Dash online today and I had to drive up to Cleveland when he tends to usually be on, so otherwise the show probably would have been up today. Ah well, hopefully we'll both get together and get it up tomorrow.
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