A few seconds later, Snakebite jumps out of nowhere onto the bench, in crouching position, with the smile we've all learned to hate.
Snakebite: Hello, Sammie baby. You wanted to talk?
An eyebrow raises as she briefly wonders how he seemed to arrive from out of thin air. Her hand waves as she dismisses that matter and replies with a stern, affirmative nod.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: "I do. And I will accept. However!" she quickly raises her right index finger up. "I do have a few conditions. If any are deal breakers, then this will immediately shift from a 'yes' to a 'no'. Is that understood? Luckily ... I think these are actually very fair and, hopefully, you'll agree with that much. So here's the golden question of the evening; do you even wanna hear them?"
Snakebite keeps smiling, but scoots down to sitting position, scooting in close to Samantha, as he puts his arm around her, in a friendly manner.
Snakebite: Well, of course! Talk to me!
Samantha's body visibly tenses up. Compared to last week, however, she seems to accept the gesture better. Whether out of fear or due to another emotion is anyone's guess. Moving slightly and adjusting herself so she's looking right into Snakebite's eyes, her right digit stays raised as she begins listing her terms.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: "First and foremost ... I'm agreeing to be your tag partner, as well as more of an ally than foe. I will not be your slut or any other demeaning term. Second - and this sorta links back to the first - I am not going to intervene with whatever you have with your Angel gal. In fact, should things go south with her, I hold no responsibility for that. If she can't understand this is a strategic partnership ...”
Sam shrugs.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: "I'm not gonna say you deserve it, but I will repeat; I refuse to be even the slightest bit guilty for whatever may or may not happen. And three ...”
The Titaness briefly bites on her lower lip, choosing her words cautiously before nodding.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: “... Do be mindful of the contact. Especially in public. Please. I meant it when I said I choose ... flings, dates and whatnot on my terms. I'm not used to constant closeness with anyone. I'll respect your boundaries if you do so with me. So ... that's all of them. Are those more than fair enough for you?"
With his arm still around The Titaness, Snakebite rolls his eyes, and looks upward for a couple of seconds, out of somewhat disappointment. For which rule, if not all, we do not know. He takes his arm back, and quickly stands up, with his back turned to Samantha.
Snakebite: So many rules, Sammie baby....
However, Snakebite turns around, looking into Samantha's eyes, with a smirk on his face.
Snakebite: However...I accept your terms and conditions and whatever whatever......just shake my hand, and it's official...
Snakebite holds his hand out, holding onto his smirk.
Just the rolling of his eyes makes Sam hesitant. A bit suspicious even. She takes her turn to scoff and roll her own eyes when he finally replies and 'whines' about her having so many rules.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: "Hmph. I easily could have made it a lot more than only three, ya know?"
Thankfully, he cuts to the chase ... and agrees, causing her to sigh softly.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: "Alright. I'm taking this really seriously though. I hope that'll apply to you because ... I don't do these sorts of things normally. This is a helluva deal for me."
Staring down at his outstretched hand, Sam extends her opposite hand... and slowly intertwines it with Snakebite's, making the handshake official.
Snakebite smiles, and then before letting her hand go, he begins to bring Samantha's hand to his face to kiss. Puckered up, he stops right before her hand gets to his lips, and before she could jerk away. He looks up at her again with that uneasy smile.
Snakebite: I'm kidding...
He lets her hand go, placing his hand on her shoulder.
Snakebite: Smile a little. You're so serious...
He gently bumps his fist across her jaw, and then begins to walk away.
A bit of color begins to pale as he starts to lean down and force a kiss on her hand. When he stops ... she simply stares, unsure of whether to slap him or just take her blessings. In the end, she chooses the latter, rubbing her shoulder lightly against her face.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: "Yeah, well ... call it a defence mechanism. Few people, if any, have taken me seriously over the years. I'm better with smirking than actually smiling ... but I'll see about it."
As the door closes, it reveals a sledgehammer Sam had placed behind the door.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: "You like chairs ... I'm rather fond of those. Much more brutal ... and simpler to use when it comes to needing to make a point."
Sam allows a smirk to spread across her lips as she grabs her weapon, clearly intending to bring it out in her upcoming match against Eddie.
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton: "You say you're ruthless, hmm? You're really gonna have to kick it up a notch or three. Because there are few things I can think of that are worse than what I'm gonna do to you."
Cameras go backstage
Tyke Index can be seen backstage with his business advisor Harvey Goodfellows.
Harvey Goodfellows takes his phone out and begins to call Lance Mikes.
Harvey Goodfellows: “Lance. We have a problem here.”
*Voice can be heard on the other side but we cannot make out what is being said.
Harvey Goodfellows: “Yes Lance, a massive problem.”
*Voice can be heard again replying sarcastically*
Harvey Goodfellows: “I don’t think you understand the severity of what you have done here, Lance. The moment you indulged in the idea of a masked man constantly attacking my client and the reigning HcW Pure Heavyweight Champion Tyke Index is the moment you made a monumental mistake.”
*Voice can be heard replying*
Harvey Goodfellows: “See, that is where we disagree Lance and it is okay. You can still rectify this problem by retracting the masked man from proceedings and sending him where he belongs and that’s out of HcW.”
*Voice can be heard replying again in an aggressive fashion*
Harvey Goodfellows: “Well, have it your way Lance. If you swear that this man has nothing to do with you then let’s prove it. Let’s have you take a live phone tracing in front of the crowd here at Monday Night Hell two weeks from today. See, I don’t believe you and these people deserve to know the truth. My client Tyke Index deserves to know the truth.”
Harvey Goodfellows hangs up the phone and looks at Tyke.
Tyke Index: “What did that piece of shit say? Is it Stanton? Is it Greeney? Is it someone from the past?”
Harvey Goodfellows puts his hand on Tyke Index’ shoulder reassuringly.
Harvey Goodfellows: “Fear not, Tyke. All will be resolved soon. Just you go get ready to take care of business”
Cameras return to the ring where 4 of the new comers have already made their way to the ring and where "The Bounty Hunter" Kevin Jagr us about to make his entrance...
Al Locker: I have heard big things about "The Bounty Hunter" Kevin Jagr
Alan Carcia: He's one heck of a competitor!
Fatal Five Way Xtreme Rules Match
Khalil-Rashid Abdullah vs Timothy Hunt vs Kara Arwen Star vs "The Bounty Hunter" Kevin Jagr vs Blair
The bass intro to "Plague of the Mammoths" by Crobot starts to play as the lights go dim, searchlights scouring the venue. Finally, just as the intro stops, the lights and the Tron start blinking to showing off the words 'BOUNTY HUNTER' in a dark metallic font emerging from a smoky background. All the spotlights focus on the center as manager Ivy Lynn, wearing a black trench coat, shades and a baseball cap emerged onto the entrance ramp. Smoke rises up as she steps to the side and turns her arms out to watch as "The Bounty Hunter" Kevin Jagr arises from the smoke, walking slowly down the ramp. He stops, turns towards Ivy. The two nod in unison before making their way down the entrance ramp, quietly, no expression on their face. Ignoring the boos of the fans as they walked passed.
Al Locker: Well this should certainly tell us who the best of the new comers are in this match up!
Alan Carcia: Whoever wins this can propel themselves from day one. Take a look at Ivy!
Al Locker: Never one to miss a lady are you Carcia. Well we're good to go in this one!
The referee calls for the bell.
DING! DING!
"The Bounty Hunter" Kevin Jagr runs towards Timothy Hunt and starts to smack away with a quick succession of punches then clotheslines him over the ropes. "The Bounty Hunter" Kevin Jagr
Then shoulder charges KRA sending him flying out the ring. Kara Arwen Star jumps on the back of Kevin but he soon flips her off and over the top rope to the outside of the ring...
Al Locker: How impressive is "The Bounty Hunter" Kevin Jagr
Alan Carcia: He is kicking ass!
Blair attempts a punch on Kevin... Kevin stumbles a little... Blair attempts a second punch but is quickly put into a bridging armbar!!!!
Al Locker: Surely that it!
Alan Carcia: This quickly!?
Blair instantly taps out to the bridged armbar...
Richard Basset: Your winner... "The Bounty Hunter" Kevin Jagr
Al Locker: Well the wrestlers that The Bounty knocked out the ring can't believe this one is over so fast
The referee raises the arm of "The Bounty Hunter" Kevin Jagr
Alan Carcia: I'm seriously impressed Locker!
Al Locker: Welcome back