Mass Effect is in the ring dressed in all black. With a memorial poster of Skinny Chance on an art easel.
Ry: Dearly beloved, we are gathered here this evening in memoriam of one Chance ‘Loser’ Williams. Last week sadly, or happily, his career came to an ugly end. He choked or something with names of the hottest tag champs in the industry in his mouth, US! MASS EFFECT. Take a look.
A clip plays of Chance passing out last week.
Ry: Aww look at Bobbi upset over her Beta. Anywho, I just want to clarify that Mass Effect Muscle Juice had nothing to do with this incident. Chance clearly doesn’t consume our product. You can tell by his physique. But Dev, is there anything you wanna say in honor of Chance tonight?
Dev: While we mourn for Beta Chance, he was a fierce competitor, a fine loser, and someone we can all be proud for uplifting the tag team division each time he stepped in the ring and lost against us.
Dev: Such a shame that poor Chance's “friend” wasn’t there for him after such a horrible incident. However, at least he wasn’t alone by having his thottie, Bobbi Baddi there with him at that time.
The crowd starts booing heavily as Ry and Devon both motion for them to quiet down. The crowd refusing to quiet down changes their chants from booing to shocked and applauds.
Chance Williams makes his way onto the ramp and down to the ring as he enters the ring with a microphone in hand.
Chance: There’s like no way we’re doing this right? It’s a concussion, your tag team partner had a far worse injury than me and you didn’t see me and Derek acting like he died.
Chance: I get we’ve done some foul shit to one another but this? Yea man this takes the cake right here. If anything YOU, Devon are the reason this all started. You planted my head into the mat at Point Break and everything went blank.
Chance: It doesn’t help that whoever is on the medical staff for Ambition thought it’d be smart to put me on the show soon after but I digress.
RyVaughn looks shocked like he’s seen a ghost.
Ry: Oh my goodness, Dev. He’s back from the dead! Wow we really are miracle workers.
Mass Effect laugh in Chance’s face.
Ry: Naw but seriously, Chance, I did have a far worse injury than you did and look at me. I’m standing here in great health with this tag team championship strap in my possession. And you, well you’re just a fumbling, babbling, former champion LOSER! Get from out our faces and step off!
Chance shakes his head in disappointment as the crowd starts chanting YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! To where Mass Effect flips them the finger.
Chance: You’d think after all this time we’ve been at each others throats you’d have a small crumb of respect for me and Derek. Instead? You two juiced up, ugly as sin, pussies just keep tapping.
Chance: Part of me wishes your arm stayed jacked up so I wouldn’t need to deal with your obnoxious asses. Instead here we are and I gotta still deal with you.
Chance: So here’s the deal, tonight? Me and Derek are gonna do what I said last week. We’re gonna get our rematch against Perfect Storm and then? We’re coming for OUR titles again.
Chance paces back and forth in the ring keeping his eyes on both members of Mass Effect.
Dev: Your titles? Uh buddy does your head still hurt? These are OUR championships. And what makes you think we’d give you another shot at us? After that whooping we put on you.
Chance: The score is 1-1, and we gave YOU a rematch after you didn’t deserve it according to what the people think. But here’s the thing guys…
Dev: Matter a fact, what is stopping us from busting you up right now? Where’s that goofy partner of yours just leaving you here alone? Not very smart Mr. Williams.
Chance: Well if you’d let me finish, why don’t you guys check out the casket.
Ry and Devon walk up to the casket and open it up as Derek pops up and shoots a gender reveal cannon into both of their faces. With a blue and green powder-dust mixture going all over Ry and Devon who begin freaking out.
Derek jumps out of the casket; he and Chance both get out of the ring as Mass Effect is still freaking out.
Derek: SURPRISE BITCH! Y’all ain’t the only ones who got some sly shit up their sleeves!
Derek: I always got my mans back and don’t worry Mass Pussies, well be seeing y’all soon!
Chance and Derek laugh as they walk up the ramp behind the curtain as Ry and Devon are flailing in the ring freaking out screaming as the cameras cut to the back and go to commercial.
The hum of the crowd reverberated through the concrete walls of the dressing room, a muffled roar that signaled the ongoing battles in the ring.
Anthony Martin, a seasoned veteran whose name may have once commanded respect, now found himself relegated to the shadows of the wrestling world.
He sat on a rickety bench, taping his wrists with methodical precision. The years had carved lines into his face, each one a testament to countless nights spent under blinding lights and roaring fans.
Across the room, Paul Harris paced like a caged lion. Younger, leaner, and hungrier, Paul was known for his technical prowess and mastery of submission holds.
His reputation as an overlooked talent festered like an open wound, and being paired with Anthony—someone he considered past his prime—was salt in that wound.
Anthony glanced up, his eyes following Paul’s restless movements. The air between them was thick with unspoken frustration and doubt. Tonight, they were set to face Mass Effect, a brutal duo Anthony knew all too well. He had once been part of their stable, back when his star was on the rise.
A-Mart: Paul. I have some inside information on Mass Effect.
Anthony motioned for Paul to sit, and he did. The older wrestler began to speak, his voice low and measured, recounting tales from his days with Mass Effect.
A-Mart: First thing you need to know about those guys is they’re ruthless, but they’re predictable if you know their patterns. RyVaughn, the big one, he’s all about brute strength. He’ll try to overpower you from the start, but he’s slow. If you can tire him out, he’s done for.
Paul listened intently, his skepticism slowly giving way to genuine interest. Anthony continued, detailing their opponents’ weaknesses, their habits, and the strategies they often used to dominate their matches.
A-Mart: Devon, on the other hand, is fast, cunning, and he’ll exploit any weakness he sees. But he’s got a bit of an ego. If you can outsmart him, he’ll make mistakes.
Paul leaned back, processing the information.
PH:Alright, let’s give it a shot. What are you thinking for strategy?
Anthony laid out a plan for the match, combining Paul’s technical skills with his own experience and knowledge of their opponents.
They discussed counters and traps, ways to exploit RyVaughn’s sluggishness and Devon’s overconfidence. Paul interjected with his observations when appropriate to improve the strategy and for once there was collaboration and not competition.
As they talked, the tension between them began to ease. The shared goal of victory forged a tentative bond, and for the first time, they found themselves working as a team.
The door to the dressing room burst open, and a stagehand stuck his head in.
Stagehand: You’re up in ten.
Anthony and Paul exchanged a nod. The time for talk was over; now it was time to put their plan into action.
TAG TEAM TURMOIL AMART & PAUL HARRIS
vs.
MASS EFFECT
Backstage inside of OCW World Heavyweight Champion, El Parca’s private locker room, we see the champion sitting at a table in the middle of the room enjoying a random assortment of snacks. Parca’s watching old Lucha Libre matches from when he was younger as the door to his locker room opens and closes.
The Manhattan Mogul himself, Dennis Dillinger, struts into the room full of confidence and swag as he takes a seat next to Parca. Parca in silence doesn’t look at Dennis but slides the plate of snacks to him offering them to him. Dennis takes a small slice of cheese off as he starts watching the match with Parca.
Parca: So clearly it seems like our Maxx Edwards problem isn’t solved yet. Reese doesn’t seem to have it in him to get rid of him, which I can’t blame him for. So please tell me you have good news.
Dillinger: Oh my boy, I am no Feinstien. When you see this pretty face, good news should be the expectation!
Parca, still watching the match, cracks a smile as he puts his hand on the plate taking a pretzel.
Parca: See I knew you’d be able to do what I needed you to do. So what is it? Did you get Reese to come around? Or did maybe Luis step up?
Dillinger: Not exactly… But since you mention our big country fried friend, it looks like his little buddy isn’t the only one he’s catching up with. I saw him and Maxx talking not too long ago. I can’t say for sure what they were on about, though.
Parca slowly puts the pretzel down as he tenses up for a moment. Dennis catches this and immediately tries to diffuse the situation.
Dillinger: Now don’t make any rash assumptions. It’s very possible this is Mark’s way of doing what we asked him to do, but whether he’s in or he’s out… I already have a plan in place, Primero.
Parca: A plan in place eh? What’re we thinking? What has the genius Manhattan Mogul come up with this time? All the plans you’ve had so far have been resounding successes.
Dennis rubs his hands together with a wide smile on his face.
Dillinger: I love it when you’re on board, hijo. Now, firstly, I do trust Mark to do the right thing in the end… But even if he doesn’t, I have a contingency in place.
Dillinger: I know I was a little hung up on your decision to get aggressive with Maxx and this ungrateful locker room, but I realized… Sometimes the past isn’t a bad thing, it’s something to take advantage of.
Dillinger: This will be very costly, but you’re part of the reason my pockets run deep, so no cost is too high.
The camera zooms in tight to Dillinger’s gold tooth as it shines in the light.
Dillinger: Mark Reese [i]will[/i] come through… but if he doesn’t, I am not too prideful a man to push that big red button one more time…
Parca’s eyes widen, seemingly concerned… before a crooked smile almost forcefully takes joins it. Dillinger nods, as he seems to expect that Parca knows just what he’s talking about.
Dillinger: …One way or another, Maxx will be dealt with once and for all, Primero…
