24 Hour Combat Title: OCTOBER 2017

[President Mac]

COMBAT TILE RULES

1. You do NOT have to be on the EWC Roster to play. If you have an account - You can play

2. You must NOT injure or do anything to another Wrestler that would hurt his or her character or the characters reputation 

3. Be creative and as LONG as you want/can. I don't want to see: Bob finds Jim in the bathroom so he pins him...1...2..3

4. YOU MUST either Pin or cause the opponent to Submit

5. Make it realistic and continue the story

6. This does NOT GO AGAINST your RECORD! So if you beat someone you can't use it in a rp

7. In the case where two guys reply at the same time...the FIRST guy counts...not the second one!

8. There are no OOC comments allowed in this section

9. The person left with the title at 11:59PM CST on THE LAST DAY OF THE MONTH will be the new champion for THAT month

ADD *TBC* at the end of every post


Most importantly ... Have fun!!!!

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OCTOBER 2017

President Mac stands in the middle of the ring of the Staples Center in Los Angeles, California, where a house show just took place 

Mac has the belt raised high above the ring and then walks out to the cheers of the fans who have remained in the arena waiting for the title to be raised up ... and the scene fades to black




*TBC*

[Donkey Punch]

Danny grabs a ladder, slides it in the ring, sets it up, climbs the ladder and pulls down the Championship belt.

He puts it over his shoulder and whistles super loudly

After about 10 seconds a horse comes bursting into the arena and down towards the ring

Danny climbs the turnbuckle and leaps in the air, but the horse pulls back and Danny lands on the ground. Grabbing his ass in pain Danny yells at the horse

Danny: What the fuck Henry?

In pain, Danny gets up, gingerly climbs onto the horse and rides back up the ramp


*TBC*

[Morgan Darkwater]

He barely gets backstage before he hears a ragged roar as Captain Morgan Darkwater swings in on some rigging, planting both boots firmly into Danny's chest, knocking him off the horse!

On the back-swing Morgan releases the rope and drops a Winds of Fortune flying elbow on the prone man, and goes for the pin!

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Laughing proudly, Morgan snatches up the belt and swaggers off to the locker rooms.

*TBC*

[Jack Nomad]

As Morgan swaggers his way through the backstage area, he passes a rather tall stack of crates, in fact they are much higher than would even be deemed OSHA approved. Suddenly these massive, heavy crates teeter over and the Captain only has time to look up before he's smashed by the lot of them. Surprisingly he suffers no injury, but finds himself pinned to the floor by the sheer weight, his 24-7 Championship knocked from his hands!

Climbing atop the boxes is none other than Jack Nomad with a devious smirk on his face and his barbwire wrapped mop handle in hand.

Jack: Well lookie here, if it isn't the Dread Pirate Roberts? Where's Princess Buttercup, bitch?

With Jack on top of the box pile and Morgan's shoulder's pinned to the floor as he glares up at Jack, the referee counts it....

ONE!!!




TWO!!!




TTTTHHHRRREEE!!!

Jack hops off the crates and scoops up the belt and walks back out to the parking lot where his motorcycle awaits. Hopping on, he cranks it up and heads for the parking lot exit.

*TBC*

[Grizzly Duggan]

as Jack Nomad drives off on his motorcycle he begins to speed up, then about ten feet in front of him the "grave digger" monster truck pulls from seemingly out of nowhere. Jack slams on the brakes and the bike skids along and topples onto Jack! Luckily Jack appears uninjured but Grizzly Duggan hops out of the truck and sprint over, and places his boot on Jack's torso. The ref counts

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The ref hands Grizzly the title who runs back to his truck and drives away.

TBC

[Rust Stilletto]

The smell of death suddenly permeates the cab of Grizzly Duggin's monster truck and he looks into the rear view mirror to see a skull painted face staring back at him. Before he can react, a chain is wrapped around his throat, strangling him as the undead creature let's out a raspy, almost inhuman laugh. He quickly loses control of the vehicle, flies off of the road, flips it and wrecks it. Airbags in the truck save him from certain injury but momentarily knock him out.

Slowly Grizzly lays upside down in the wreckage his shoulders to the roof of the mat as a Rust Stilletto's hand presses against his chest....


1.....2......3!!!!

Rust then peels the championship from his possession and by the time Grizzly Duggan awakens, the shadowy figure of Rust Stilletto was already retreating to the nearest graveyard.....

*TBC*

[Grizzly Duggan]

The graveyard Rust went into just happened to be in front of an office supply store, Grizzly quickly runs into the store and grabs a large, comfortably padded, office chair and runs back out. He hurls the chair at Rust who turns at the last moment, the chair smacks Rust in the face and knocks him down, the padding luckily preventing any damage. As Rust is attempting to get up Grizzly rushes over pushes him back down.

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Grizzly grabs the title and the office chair and runs onto the road and jumps onto the chair as it begins to roll down the road from his momentum.

TBC

[Rust Stilletto]

He doesn't get far as a thick, heavy fog fills the air around him. The chair picks up speed and momentum as he goes down a steep hill. Eventually it feels as if it's going off the rails out of control and then suddenly he's caught in a mandible claw by the taped fist of Rust Stilletto who seemed to come out of nowhere.  Grizzly is lifted out of the chair by his jaw with a growl of effort and brutally slammed to the pavement with THE RUST IN PEACE. Rust falls across the big man's body...

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...He then gathers the title off of Grizzly's body and backs into the fog. Within moments the fog vanishes as if an unnatural thing and Grizzly Duggan was left with a pained jaw and completely confused as Rust could have gone any direction in this heavily wooded area.

*TBC*

[Jack Nomad]

As Rust left the scene of the crime and stepped out onto a highway on the opposing side of the freeway, he heard the rumble of an oncoming motorcycle. He turns his head, his eyes wide as a barbwire wrapped mop bandle collides with the side of his head, spinning him off his feet! Jack Nomad had caught up with this stolen title.

The bike skidded and spun with expert control by Jack and he came back to catch a rising Rust Stilletto with a second skull shot of the mop handle. Taking advantage of the momentary stun, Jack kicks the kick stand out on the bike, leans it over and promptly puts a boot to Rust's chest...

ONE!!!





TWO!!!!





TTTHHHRRREEEE!!

He then scoops the belt up, places the mop handle in a special rack on the bike, and speeds off into the night down the highway with the belt wrapped around his waist.

*TBC*

[Grizzly Duggan]

Grizzly is walking along the road, angry about his title loss when he passes a bar with a motorcycle out front that looks an awful lot like Jack Nomad's. He enters the bar and asked the barkeep where Jack is and they point him towards a booth where a passed out Jack sit sleeping, title on the table in front of him. Grizzly rushes over, lifts Jack over the table with a hand on the throat and chokeslams him through the table, lucky Jack is drunk or that might have hurt. Grizzly pins jack with his left boot on his chest

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Grizzly grabs his title and walks away, leaving the building from the back door.

TBC

[Deleted]

As soon as Grizzly Duggan walks out the bar. A great horned owl flies by and grabs the title off The Monster Among Men's shoulder. He starts chasing after the owl, not realizing he walked in the center of the main road, when he is hit by a SUV. The SUV screeches to a stop. Nostalgia hops out the truck, covers Grizzly Duggan...
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Nostalgia chuckles as he gets to his feet and whistles. The great horned owl drops the belt to Nostalgia. He catches the title throws it over his shoulder and begins heading down a nearby alley.

TBC

[Grizzly Duggan]

While Nostalgia is walking down the ally he is whistling too hard to hear a dumpster being kicked towards him. He turns just in time to evade it but in the process of evading it trips over a bag of garbage, he lands dazed. Grizzly sprints over and goes for the pin.

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Grizzly picks up his title and runs back out of the ally and towards the nearby Walmart

TBC

[Deleted]

A man and a girl see the Monster stick out like a sore thumb surrounded by crowds of minuscule others'. A man and a girl walk in a parallel aisle from Grizzly Duggan. A girl unsheathes a knife, but a man waves her off. He grabs a basketball and a soccer ball. A man rushes to the front of the next aisle. As Grizzly Duggan turns the corner, a man chucks the basketball at his head as hard as he can. At the same time a girl kicks the soccer ball as hard as she can, which smashes into Grizzly Duggan's private area. Duggan drops the title as he holds his nether-regions. A man quickly surveys the area and he notices a giant Lego Ninjanjo figure. He picks up the figure and drops it on the head of Grizzly. He goes for the cover...
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A girl grabs the 24/7 Title as a girl and a man head to the landscaping section of Wal-Mart.

[Deleted]

Unbeknown to the mystery Champion, Ian Icon just happened to be at that very Wal-Mart to cash in on a very good deal with blu-rays. Hearing some commotion, Ian tilts his head from behind the movie racks to see the man and girl parading around with the 24/7 Title.

One didn't need to be Nostradamus to see a light go off in Ian's head.

Quickly grabbing a hold of one of the floor TV's, a 40-inch no-name model, Ian HURLS it with as much strength he can muster. Before long, the man collapses as the TV bounces off his head. The girl tries to protect the fallen Champion, but it's no use as Ian suddenly drops her with the Best Dropkick Ever and pins the man.

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Ian ecstatically snatches the 24/7 Title off the ground and starts to make a break for it until he realizes something. He pulls a $10 bill out of his pocket and takes a blu-ray copy of Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory off the rack.

"Keep the change," Ian casually tells the confused and terrified department manager before breaking into a full-blown sprint towards the exits.

*TBC*

[Lancer]

Due to Lancer and Ian's recent camaraderie there were no qualms between the two when they crossed paths. As Ian wanted to watch his movie without worrying about a break-in he let Lancer pin him so he could defend the belt in his steed.
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Ian walks off to watch Mel Stuart's heartwarming classic while Lancer plans how best to defend this belt. Lancer immediately books it for his habitat, the nearest decrepit abandoned gym.

*TBC*

[Deleted]

As Lancer assumes he is safe and alone with the title in the gym he chose, he hears a voice from one of the many dark areas, he decides to investigate to be met with a Oh Canada Superkick from the darkness, he stumbles back dazed and Tyler Roberts walks out from the darkness into the bit of light, his eyes almost glowing, he smiles as he walks to Lancer and grabs him by the head and throws him into a wall before dragging him over to the old ring, where there just happens to be a table set up beside it and a ref for some reason. Tyler slams Lancer face first into the table before laying him on the table and punching him a few times before climbing up to the top turnbuckle of the ready to fall apart ring, he looks back before jumping and lands a very hard mercy given onto lancer through the table, hurting both, but Tyler manages to stay on top and cover Lancer

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Tyler slowly gets up and picks up the title and walks off into the night with no worries as he knows he will be attacked by someone at anytime, but he is the angel of death and mercy so he is ready.

[Corrina Cannon]

Carlos Ruiz, still fairly new to this country, is walking around the city confused. He looks at his map wondering how to get to the nearest bus station. He needs to catch a ride to St. Louis to visit his favorite tourist attraction, the Arch. He sees Tyler Roberts walking towards him.



Carlos Ruiz: "Senor! May I require help from you to..."



Carlos sees the look in Tyler's eyes and the Combat Championship in Tyler's hand and Carlos' smile turns serious for a second. Thinking that Tyler may not be the cordial American that Carlos is used to, he steps aside, dropping his map on the ground. Tyler slips on the map and falls down, hitting his head on the ground. Carlos sees a referee following behind.



Referee: "What are you waiting for?"



The confused Carlos scratches his head and covers Tyler Roberts. The referee gets down and counts: 1, 2, 3! The referee grabs the Combat Championship from the ground and hands it to Carlos. Carlos jumps in glee and sees a bus approaching. Thinking it is headed for St. Louis, Carlos takes the Combat Championship and gets onto the bus. Unfortunately for the foreigner, the bus is labeled "Milwaukee" as it drives off down the road.

[Lancer]

The bus goes through the city for a bit. Leaving poor Tyler in the dust. It eventually comes up to a blocked-off road for construction. The driver scratches his head in confusion as he was never informed of any construction happening on his route. While the bus is stalled a masked figure sneaks through the door carrying a folding chair.

After a struggle Lancer bonks Carlos in the face with the top of the chair and drags him out. Carlos staggers to his feet and runs at Lancer, who counters with an All in the Wrist, Carlos staggers around dazed as Lancer does a running start, jumps off a bench and plants him with a Manhattan Project onto the pavement. The referee runs up, looking exhausted as he wasn't able to get on the Bus. Lancer pins Carlos.

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Lancer, his title returned to him. Clears away his fake construction set-up and books it down the road.

[Deleted]

As Lancer is running down the street, he looks back to see if anyone is chasing him and as he is looking behind he turns just in time to have his face meet a arm and falls to ground somewhat dazed. As Lancer looks up he is blinded by the sun and only see's a dark figure standing over him. before he knows it he is being picked up by the head and see's its Tyler Roberts, Tyler lifts Lancer up and throws him into a car door, as a stunned Lancer tries to get up he is grabbed by Tyler who places Lancers head between his legs and lifts him up into a crucifix position before powerbombing him through a windshield of a car, Tyler drags his motionless body to the pavement just as a ref jumps from a cab and goes for the pin

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Tyler grabs the title again and before the ref can get up Tyler disappears into thin air leaving the ref wondering where he could be, meanwhile Tyler is back at the hotel relaxing

tbc

[EPFTW!]

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

“Room service!”

A suspicious Tyler stalks slowly across his hotel room floor towards the door. Peering through the spy hole, he sees El Pablo on the other side. Like, not even slightly disguised; mask and all. Scoffing, Tyler turns his back on the door-

*KWWWANNNGGGGG!!*

-and is met by a metal serving tray to the face, courtesy of the real El Pablo, Skittles flying everywhere on impact. Tyler falls back, his head bumping against the door as he falls to the ground. EP drags him forward and opens the door, allowing the “decoy” - now wearing a referee’s shirt - into the room. EP dives on Tyler and hooks the leg…

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Tyler kicks out violently at 3.1, causing EP to dive into the hallway, snatching the belt from the referee’s hands before sprinting for the exit as fast as his sugar high can carry him.

TBC

[Corrina Cannon]

As El Pablo is running down the flights of stairs to escape the hotel, he opens the door to the ground floor only to be met by Spanish Eyes from Carlos Ruiz. This powerful superkick sends El Pablo back into the stairwell. Carlos walks over to El Pablo and flips him onto his stomach. Carlos Ruiz locks El Pablo in the Cangrejo Espanol and climbs two steps and sits back on it for extra torque. The referee catches up to the action after opting to take the extra slow elevator. Just as he arrives, he sees El Pablo tapping out. The referee snatches the title and hands it to Carlos, who exits the hotel. Thinking maybe no one can pin him due to buoyancy, Carlos hops into the hotel pool and covers himself with a floatation device to try and hide. 

[Deleted]

As Carlo tries to hide Tyler is walking to the pool, as he nears he moves his hand and the floatation device goes flying off Carlos on its own, Tyler looks at Carlo still trying to hide himself and runs and hits a double foot stomp to his mid section sending Carlo under water, Tyler grabs onto Carlo by the foot and drags him to the steps and out of the pool, both dripping wet, Tyler picks Carlo up and tosses him into a patio chair folding it in half and trapping Carlosl in it. as he frees himself Tyler grabs his arm and locks in the hand of god, putting almost enough pressure on his arm to snap it like a twig, Carlos screams cause a ref who was resting inside to race outside to see Carlo tapping like mad as he has his arm almost twisted to a point it shouldn't be in.

the ref hands tyler the belt once more and he walks back inside

[Grizzly Duggan]

As Tyler is walking back into the building a gallon of milk explodes on his back. He stumbles forward, hits his head on a wall and then trips over the remaining milk. Grizzly Duggan walks up and pins Tyler, he noticeably has a second gallon of milk in his hand.

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Grizzly picks up the title and walks towards a gate that says "Exit", as he is going the exhausted referee stops him and begs for the milk. Grizzly hands it over and exits the building as the ref chugs the milk.



TBC

[Lancer]

as Grizz walks out the exit he steps in something, he looks down to see a bowl of bird seed for some reason.

As he wonders why someone just left bird seed out a trashcan falls on his head, he's now even more confused as Lancer hops down from a low-hanging balcony and superkicks him in the trashcan. As he collapses he drags the ref out, who's still drinking the milk to count the pin.

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Lancer straps the belt around him and for good measure kicks the trash can down the hill, sending poor Grizz rolling into the car park. He hops into a car and drives off.

[Deleted]

After a few turns, and a few more miles, the tires of the car blow out. Lancer gets out of the car, he heads to the back of the vehicle to see a randomly placed spike strip, like the police use during a car chase. Lancer scratches his head. He turns to go grab the Combat Title. he reaches in grabbing the title, then turns and takea a few steps.He flinches at the loud roar of street bike revving up. He looks to the left just in time to see a lasso thrown in his direction. The lasso wraps around Lancer, one of the men on the street bike hits the gas, sending Lancer flying, hitting the pavement hard. Yet he still clutches the Combat Title for dear life. The bike screeches to a halt, sending Lancer flying into one of those old school big Blue Postal Mail Boxes. The driver hops of the bike to remove his helmet, revealing himself to be Nostalgia. The second man gets off the bike, takes out his helmet, and vomits milk everywhere. Nostalgia walks over and does a Double Stomp to the gut of lancer, and remains there for the pin..
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Nostalgia undoes the lasso, grabs the belt, hops on the street bike and peels off.

[Grizzly Duggan]

Grizzly gets out of the trash can really dizzy but able to stand up. He looks up to see a blurry image of a man standing in front of a car, as his vision clears he is able to see some hijacker is trying to rob Nostalgia at gun point! Grizzly picks up the battered trash can but then he sees a shopping cart and grabs it. He then takes a few steps towards the man and huddles the cart towards the man, the cart hits the man and sends him flying back. As Nostalgia turns to see what just happened Grizzly is next to him and pulling him off of the bike. He lifts Nostalgia up and puts him into a bear hug. The exhausted ref is suddenly there and collapses he looks up and cannot tell if Nostalgia kicked out or not but rings an imaginary bell and Grizzly grabs the title who then walks off.

The exhausted ref goes to lay down when a friend of the hijacker comes towards him with a knife... poor ref, he doesn't get paid enough.

TBC

[Lancer]

Lancer unties himself and slams his hand on the back of the car. He pops open the boot and takes out a tazer. As Grizzly walks away he shoots him in the back, sending him spasming to the ground. Lancer attempts to pin him but has some difficulties because Grizzly keeps unintentionally kicking out. He eventually uses the lasso to tie Grizz's legs together and pins him that way.

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Lancer takes the title once again and momentarily contemplates just letting someone else have it and saving himself the trouble of getting pinned again and again for the rest of the month.

Pfft, like he'd let just any ol' fucker take a prize like this.

Lancer hog-ties Grizz for good measure, reloads his stun gun and tazes Nostalgia on the ground to completely cover his tracks. He then runs off into the night, getting real sick of this shit.

TBC

[Deleted]

While Lancer runs away from the chaos, he doesn't see the the shiny Buick as it inadvertently t-bones him, sending him flying roughly ten feet as the Title spirals in the air, landing next to Lancer's crumpled body with a dull thud.

"SHIT!" Ian Icon leaps out from the car, as he scans the car for any damages and scolds the comatose Lancer. "Goddammit, Lancer! I just got this car a week ago, and now I--" 

He tilts his head. "Uh, Lancer? Buddy?"

He carefully tip-toes over to his teammate, and sees the Title laying on the ground. He kneels over next to Lancer. He presses his finger against his neck.

"Please don't be dead, please don't be dead, please don't be dead...."

Still a pulse. Ian sighs in relief. Lancer was the only guy willing to team with Ian, and Ian just about ran him over by complete accident. Ian looks around some more, and casually places his hand on Lancer's chest.

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As Ian goes to pick up his 24/7 Title, Lancer's hands suddenly and frantically clasp around it, causing Ian to shriek.

"N...N--NO! MINE!" Lancer weakly gasps. "THIS B--BELT'S--MINE!"

"Let go, man!" 

"NO! IT'S MY BELT! MINE, MINE, MINE!"

"Don't be such a fuckin' baby, Lancer! I'll give it back!"

"IT B--BELONGS T-TO---ME!"

As they continue to play tug-of-war with the belt, Ian finally rips it out of his hands as Lancer continues to withe and whimper on the ground.  Ian quickly goes to get back in his car and stops as he looks back. 

"Oh hell..." Ian sighs. "I can't leave ya like this..."

Turning around, Ian whips out his wallet and tosses out a random Dunkin' Donuts gift card he's never used and it lands on Lancer's chest.

"What the fuck....?"

"Get yourself a Mocha and some donuts, on me!" Ian smiles, having done his good deed.

"What the....? I-IAN!? HELL NO!" Lancer screams, hand pawing towards Yours Truly. "I don't want DONUTS, I want my BELT!"

His plea falls on deaf ears as Ian jumps into the car, 24/7 Title in tow.

"See you in Gainesville, Lancer!" Ian calls out as he stomps on the gas pedal, tires screeching as the car boosts onto the main road.


*TBC*

[Corrina Cannon]

Just as Ian Icon approaches a stop light, he sees a Hispanic man selling oranges on the side of the road. Feeling a bit hungry from a long drive, Ian decides to buy an orange. He pulls out some cash and sticks it out the window. Just as he does this, a man on a bicycle drives by and accidentally knocks the cash out of Ian's hand. The man stops and turns around. We now see that the man on the bicycle is Carlos Ruiz. The orange vendor looks down at the cash, looks at Carlos, and looks at Ian shrugging his shoulders. Carlos gets off of the bicycle and walks over.



Carlos Ruiz: I so sorry, senor! I help with that!



As Carlos approaches the car, he sees the Combat Championship sitting in the passenger seat. He hesitates for a second. Then he leans over to grab the cash, but suddenly clutches his lower back. He says something to the orange vendor in Spanish and the vendor nods.



Orange Vendor: Senor. You help him?



Ian looks confused, but he throws his car in park. Ian gets out of the vehicle and walks over to help Carlos. Out of nowhere, the orange vendor swings the sack of oranges and nails Ian in the back of the head with them. Ian falls down in a heap. Carlos rolls him over onto his back and covers him. The orange vendor drops the sack and makes the count.



UNO! DOS! TRES!



The vendor gets up and takes off his hoodie, revealing a referee shirt. He and Carlos laugh together and hug. Carlos reaches into the car and grabs the Combat Championship. He looks across the street and sees a carnival in town. He runs over to the carnival and pays (with Ian's money) to get in. He buys a ticket for the house of mirrors and enters, hoping to disappear from anyone else who is chasing the title.

*TBC*

[EPFTW!]

Carlos weaves his way through the various corridors comprising the Hall of Mirrors, passing all the usual staples as he does so - thin mirrors, short mirrors, mirrors that make you look like you’re wearing a rainbow-coloured luchador mask. What??

Sensing trouble, Carlos snaps backwards into a defensive fighting stance - as his “reflection” mirrors his action perfectly. Perplexed, Carlos cocks his head,then slowly raises an arm… then the other… then both together, the man in the mirror reflecting him flawlessly each time. Carlos, now incredibly befuddled, reaches a hand round his back and pulls out a packet of Skittles.

He pauses.

When did he get Skittles?

“Aah!!” he yelps, tossing the mysterious candy into the air. His attention snaps back to the mirror, just as El Pablo thrusts a loaded palm forwards, sugar-coated candy pieces crushing against Carlos’ face as he crumples to the floor in a heap. EP steps through the gap where the mirror originally should have been, as a thousand (or less) reflections of an EWC official appear around them. EP dives onto Carlos and makes the cover…

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THREE!!

One of the reflections steps forward, revealing himself as the real referee. He hands the title belt to EP, who raises it aloft for a second before fleeing the scene, leaving Carlos to lick his sweet, fruity wounds.

Could this Carnival of chaos be nearing a conclusion in the most perfect of surroundings???

TBC