We cut to a shot of Connor and Cohen sitting behind the announcer’s table.
Connor: Welcome back to Ascension, ladies and gentlmen. Earlier this week, upon starting our Tour De Locura, WZCW hosted a live event in Lima, Peru. Young Justice was there to celebrate their accomplishment by besting four other teams to capture the WZCW Tag Team Championships. Unfortunately, their party was pooped on so to speak. Just take a look at this footage.
Originally Posted by Footage from House Show in Lima, Peru
We cut to some footage of Young Justice, dressed in very nice suits, in a wrestling ring with a giant green and blue cake standing behind them. Haven has his belt strapped around his waist, while Hyada has his draped over his shoulder. The topper on the cake has little figurines of Haven and Hyada holding miniature tag team champions. Hyada has a microphone held up to his mouth.
Hyada: And we could not have accomplished any of this without you, the WZCW universe!
The crowd pops in response. Haven holds up his own microphone.
Haven: That’s right. We also want to thank one of the local bakeries for donating this awesome cake in celebration of our tag team title win. As you can see, it is big enough for everyone in the arena. Which means…. everyone gets a piece!
The crowd pops once more in excitement! Haven reaches behind his back and pulls out a spatula.
Hyada: Haven, do you want to do the honor of cutting our celebratory cake?
Haven:
Yeah!
Just as Haven begins to slice, some sour music hits the PA system.
[YOUTUBE]fLqXkpVGBrc[/YOUTUBE]
Flex Mussel and Ramparte storm out of the gorilla position and stomp their way down the entrance ramp. They both jump into the ring with microphones in hand. Flex steps up to Haven and begins speaking.
Flex: First thing first, you two got lucky at All or Nothing.
The crowd responds in a healthy amount of boos.
Flex: Furthermore, we will stop at nothing until we get a two versus two title shot for the tag title belts that we rightfully deserve.
The crowd boos once again. Ramparte nods behind his partner.
Flex: Finally…
Flex pauses for a moment.
Flex: Do you know how many calories are in this cake? Are you trying to single-handledly give the idiots in Lima diabetes?
The crowd responds with extreme distaste.
Flex shares a laugh with his partner as Haven looks highly unamused. Hyada also looks rather annoyed. Flex reaches over and grabs a handful of cake.
Flex: Besides.
Flex reaches his handful of cake out towards Haven.
Flex: This cake looks like it would look a lot better-
Flex smears the cake on Haven’s nice suit.
Flex: On you instead.
Flex begins to laugh as he and Ramparte both hold up their fists. Ramparte shouts into his own microphone.
Ramparte: Hail Cerberus!
Suddenly, Hyada pulls Haven back and then grabs the head of Flex. He shoves him face first into the giant cake. The crowd goes wild as Ramparte goes after Hyada and two begin to brawl. Flex pulls his cake-covered face out of the celebratory pastry. Haven laughs at him until Flex grabs the cake and slams it down on the ring mat. Haven almost begins to cry over the fallen cake. He then lunges at Flex and they begin to fight.
Connor: Well, the two teams continued to make a mess of the ring until security actually had to come out and separate the two.
Cohen: What a bunch of idiots.
The camera pans to Selena Anderson, who will present the next match.
Anderson: The following contest is a $5,000 On A Pole Match! The only way to win, is secure the money, by climbing the pole!
[YOUTUBE]QSw_Au4ndSE[/YOUTUBE]
Mick Overlast walks to the arena to a nice little ovation, as the audience cheers the returning superstar. When he reaches the top of the ramp, he puts his hands on his hips, smiling and taking in the crowd's reaction.
Anderson: Introducing first from Pittsburgh, Pa., weighing 235 pounds, Mick Overlast!
Connor: Mick Overlast made his return last night, in the middle of Blade's match with Diabolos.
Cohen: That wasn't the only little surprise we got in that match... Was it, Cat?
Connor:.... Bite me, Jack.
Mick enters the ring, and climbs the top rope, pointing to the top of the pole.
[YOUTUBE]qb--GMPfpf8[/YOUTUBE]
Haven crouches at the top of the ramp, after making a spinning motion, holding his new WZCW Tag Team Title. He shoots up from his crouch, and makes his way down the aisle.
Anderson: His opponent, Smogtown, New York, he is one half of the WZCW Tag Team Champions, Haven!
Cohen: Oh, great, I get to watch this moron, now.
Connor: That moron just so happens to be our new tag team champion
Cohen: Oh, you fool, he's one half of the tag team champions. And I don't know which one of them I like least.
Haven jumps into the ring, cradling his belt, as he takes off his cape. Referee Elizabeth Prince brings both men to the center, and prepares to ring the bell.
*Ding, Ding, Ding*
Haven offers a handshake, as Mick ponders it for a second. The crowd cheers on for Mick to take Haven's hand, though Mick seems unsure. His brow furrows, and he teases walking away. But Mick does take Haven's hand, and the two share a sign of mutual respect, as the crowd cheers them on. But Haven turns around, and tries to run toward the pole. Unfortunately for Haven, Mick still has control of his hand, and is keeping hold of it. Mick takes the chance to irish whip Haven into the ropes. Haven bounces off the ropes, and runs under Mick, who leapfrogs him at the right moment. But as Mick turns around, he finds that Haven is springboarding off the ropes, and Mick walks right into a springboard crossbody, off the second rope. Haven covers his opponent, but gets to his knees when he realizes pinfalls won't count. He looks up to the money held on the pole, hopeful to win, but realizing he needs to inflict more damage. Haven measures Mick, as he sits up. Haven delivers a sick kick to the chest, which makes the crowd go
*Ooh*. Mick screams in agony, as Haven sets up for another. Haven winds up, and goes to kick Mick in the head. But Mick does, and manages to knock Haven back with his feet. Haven's momentum pushes him into the ropes, as Mick kips up to his feet. Haven springboards off the ropes once more, but this time is caught with a dropkick to the stomach, as he's going down. Mick points to his head, and keeps up the attack on Haven, applying a dragon sleeper.
Connor: Why would Mick want to use a submission here?
Cohen: Are you that dense? Mick's trying to incapacitate his opponent, and a dragon sleeper is a great way to do just that.
Mick locks in the hold, as Elizabeth Prince makes sure to tell him that applying the hold is no way to win. Mick continues to wrench on the head, causing Haven to try and fight out with a vengeance. The hold seems to be having an effect on Haven though, as Mick is getting the upper hand. Haven struggles to get out of the hold, trying to throw wild punches to loosen Mick's grip. Haven calms himself though, and thinks of another plan. Instead, he makes sure to get his feet set on the ground. Out of nowhere, Haven manages to propel himself in the air, using his feet to lift off the mat. Mick keeps the submission hold intact, but before he knows it, Haven has actually flipped over Mick, and is now being held up in the air. Mick stands up with Haven, and Haven flips over Mick, but actually manages to grab Overlast's head. Haven comes down with a standing sea fire, as the back of Mick's head hits the mat! Haven comes to his senses, and starts to walk over towards the turnbuckle. He starts climbing, and reaches the pole, and begins to wrap his legs, and climb up. But Mick, holding the back of his head, has made it to all fours. He can see Haven going for the money, and rushes to his feet. He marches to the turnbuckle, still holding his head, as Haven notices he has company. Haven starts kicking to separate space from Mick, but Overlast makes it to the turnbuckle, and pulls Haven off of the pole. Both are now on the second turnbuckle, as Haven punches Mick in the face. Mick drops back to his feet, on the mat, as Haven grabs his head. He waves his arm to signal a tornado DDT. But as he flies off the turnbuckle, Mick throws him to the mat, off of his head. Haven lands on his stomach, clutching his gut, as Mick rushes over with a knee to the head. Mick motions to the crowd, some of which cheer, but others who are behind the hero from Smogtown. Mick notices a dazed Haven, still holding his gut, and picks him up for a gourdbuster, which sends Haven abdominal first into the knee of Mick.
Connor: Mick has done a good job keeping the high flying hero on the ground.
Cohen: If Mick can tap into that inner ruthlessness we all know he has, he's going to wind up five grand richer!
Mick crawls on all fours towards the turnbuckle, and begins to climb, making his way towards the money. Again, the crowd seems rather split, but cheer as Mick gets closer to the money. Haven sees this, and crawls towards the ropes. Overlast is climbing the pole, though, and is well on his way to the money! Haven has to think fast, or he will lose this match! Haven makes it to his feet, and springboards off of the ropes. He catches Mick in the face with a kick, which sends Overlast crashing to the ring apron. Mick manages to catch himself before falling to the floor, and makes it to his feet, staggered by the shot and fall. Haven is now on the turnbuckle, and is quickly looking for a way to climb the pole. He wraps his legs around the pole, and starts moving quickly. Not quick enough, though, as Mick is there to stop him, before he can reach the money. Mick pulls Haven down the pole, and climbs the top turnbuckle with him. The two are now throwing punches with one another, in a proverbial game of chicken. Mick throws a punch, and Haven teeters on the top rope. Haven maintains his balance, and punches Mick, to send him teetering. The crowd gasp, as both men hang on the pole, barely able to keep their bearings. Mick punches Haven, and positions himself to take the lion's share of the top turnbuckle. Haven is inches away from falling, barely able to keep his control. Mick pushes Haven back into the ring, and off of the turnbuckle. But as he does so, Haven takes Mick's head with him! Mick's momentum takes him off of the top rope, as well, and Haven brings Mick crashing to the ground with a top rope Iron Justice! Mick's face hits the mat with a thud, as Haven holds his back from the impact. But the crowd has come unglued, at such a large move from the top rope! Haven crawls towards the turnbuckles, and climbs to get towards the pole. Mick is still down, as Haven reaches towards the money. He's mere centimeters away, as his hands are just barely touching the money in the bag. Haven propels himself one last burst, and grabs the money, as Elizabeth Prince rings the bell.
*Ding, Ding, Ding*
Anderson: The winner of this match.... Haven!
Cohen: Ugh... This makes me sick...
Connor: Now, what's so bad about a big win from Haven?
Cohen: Watch... I'll bet you he starts handing out money to the audience...
Before the referee can even raise Haven's hand, he is, in fact, throwing money out to the fans.
Cohen: See... Oldest trick in the book... Well, I got something to fix him right good.
Jack leaves the announcer's table, and goes towards Selena Anderson.
Connor: Jack... Jack, what are you doing?
Jack rips the microphone from Selena Anderson, as Haven watches on.
Cohen: Hey, moron! So, thought you were going to throw that money out to the fans, huh? Be the noble hero, give to the fans. Well, you had five thousand dollars there, so I just have one question for you... You gonna give a dollar to everyone?
Haven looks to the audience, realizing there's far more than 5,000 fans in the arena. A chant breaks out.
We want dollars! We want dollars! We want dollars!
Haven looks sad, as he reaches into his bag, and realizes he's already out of money. Mick has rolled out of the ring, and is walking up the aisle. Jack looks at Haven with a stern look, and shakes his head.
Cohen: Looks like you don't have a dollar for everyone, hero...
The crowd boos; mostly at Jack, but some realize they won't be getting dollars. Jack picks up papers from the announcer's desk, and walks into the ring, with a pen in hand. He hands the pen and papers to Haven, who looks shamed.
Cohen: I think you know what you have to do...
Haven sighs to himself, and looks down at the paper. He starts scrabbling words on paper, and leaves the ring. He starts passing the paper to fans at ringside. He sadly trots around the ring, with Jack following behind him in glee. One fan shows the cameraman what the paper says.
I.O.U.
One Dollar
Haven
Connor: Folks... We may be here a while. We're gonna take a break... We'll be back with more Ascension Anarchy...
----
We cut backstage at the inside of Mr. Banks' office. He sits on his desk on the phone.
Mr. Banks:
I don't what it takes. I want him back here. ASAP!
*knock knock*
I will not have my company's top possession gone like this. You hear me?
*KNOCK KNOCK*
I'M BUSY! GET OUT!
Whoever knocks on the door kicks it, opening it up and breaking it down. It's none other than Ricky Runn. He bursts through with his arms crossed and stands right in front of Banks.
Banks: What the he-
Ricky raises one hand signaling for Banks to stop. He looks peculiarly serious. He pulls out a chair and turns it backwards before sitting and leaning forward. He takes off his shutter shades and places them on the desk.
Ricky: ...... Yo. I'm.... gonna be very clear with you. This King of Swag. This..... Former World Champion.... Is not pleased.
Banks: What?
Ricky: Are you deaf?! I said I'm not pleased.
Banks: So?
Ricky: What do you mean, so? You unhip old relic, since I won the World title you put some of the most insane circumstances on me. You pitted an entire roster against me and then you pulled out Ty Burna on me. Yo, I shouldn't have to tell you that I'm the biggest money maker you have here. See these shades? 15 thousand sold each week. Who wears them? This stud right here. See the shirt? Another 5 figures in sales. You did incredible injustices to me, dog.
Banks: Dog?
Ricky: Yeah. You don't deserve to be called "dawg". You'll fix this. Or just like your World Champion, you'll lose us. And those 5 figure sales moved by my swagtastic namesake.
Banks: Pardon me if I don't feel threatened, but who's "we"? Your carnival of jobbers?
Ricky: No.
Ricky gets up and grabs his shades. He heads out to the busted door and calls someone over. That someone appears and quickly hooks a major liplock on Ricky Runn. Banks looks on with his eyes wide open realizing who it is Ricky is kissing.
Ricky: You'll lose me and your most requested interviewer. My new love. Rebecca Serra.
Becky cuddles up by Ricky's side and holds onto him before giving Mr. Banks an ultimatum.
Becky: We'll give you some time to think it through.
Ricky: You'll hear my demands soon enough. See ya 'round, dog.
Ricky and Becky leave together as Mr. Banks looks on concerned. His phone rings and he picks up. After a bit of stalling, he speaks.
Banks: Sorry...... Becky Serra is..... Not available.
