*Jordan certainly does appear to have struck a nerve with the normally reticent Hale. Ivy responds with audible fire in her tone*
Ivy: Do you really want me to go down to your level? I mean, how bad would it be for someone like you to beat down on a defenseless woman again, this time assaulting one with one good leg? But, Jordan, I don't doubt what Jack can do. I know he can do special things. After all, I don't do things without a reason. You said you know who I am. Then you really should have remembered that. I've changed my approach with reason, I went to Precision with reason, I approached Jack Rogue with reason and tonight I came out here with reason...
*Once again, Ivy's expression and tone changes. This time, she speaks with even more intensity*
Ivy: I mean, did you think I just came out here to run my mouth and speak my mind? I honestly don't care what these people think. They're not worthy of my message. I did all this with reason and that reason...
*While Hale continues, partial boos can be heard from pockets of the crowd, as Jack Rogue hops over the barricade in the back of shot, with a steel chair in hand, and slides into the ring behind Jordan*
Ivy: ...is you, Jordan...
*Bull, the veteran, realises the trap he has walked into, and turns around just in time to be met with a steel chair swing to the face. Jordan collapses onto his back, clutching at his potentially broken nose. Ivy cackles maniacally and steps backwards gingerly towards the corner, giving Rogue space. The boos in the arena are now deafening as the hometown hero is assaulted from behind with Jack's signature weapon*
*Rogue isn't waiting for Bull to fight back, though, as he plants a vicious shot to the unprotected sternum. As the metallic smack rings through the building and Jordan rolls onto his front, Jack begins a frantic rain of swings to the spine of Bull. Pain and desperation appears to strengthen Bull as he rolls to the ropes and goes to pull himself slowly to his feet. Rogue drops his chair and goes to grab him and continue his battering, but Ivy Hale stops him*
*She picks up her crutch that she placed against the turnbuckles, and hands it slowly to Jack, supporting herself on the ropes. Rogue takes it cautiously, looks down at it slowly, then shakes his head violently and swings it against the spine of Bull. The boos continue as Hale's control of Jack is evident to all in attendance. After several swings of the crutch, Rogue hands it back to Ivy. He then collars Bull by the neck and checks the position of the steel chair behind him on the mat. Jack hooks Jordan's arm over his neck, lifts him by his legs, cradles him in place, and delivers Annihilation onto the steel*
*Ivy loves what she sees, and slowly steps out of the ring under the middle rope to the floor with a wide grin, crutch in hand. Rogue takes a moment to bask in his destruction of Bull, then picks him up again. The crowd boo as they expect more punishment, but Jack pushes the semiconscious veteran against the turnbuckles, and hooks his arms over the ropes, holding him on his feet. He then walks to the ropes facing the aisle, and beckons to the the back. Hale realises his plan and begins to scream for a referee, before walking to the timekeeper's area and speaking menacingly to the ring announcer*
Announcer: The following contest... going ahead as planned, is a tables match. The only way to win is by putting your opponent through a table. In the ring: from London, England and now residing in Cleveland, Ohio... weighing in at 225lbs... Jordan Bull.
*The crowd cheer loudly and this appears to rouse Bull from his daze, though he is still unable to fully support himself, and clutches at the top of his skull where it was spiked onto the steel by Rogue*
Announcer: And his opponent, also in the ring: accompanied tonight by "The Empress of Fear", Ivy Hale... from Birmingham, England... weighing in at 220lbs... Jack Rogue.
*While the ring announcer completes the formalities, a referee has made his way cautiously down the ramp and entered the ring. He checks on Jordan Bull, asking him if he is fit to wrestle. Bull nods gently and waves him off, slowly walking out of the corner and attempting to shake the stars from his vision. The referee appears conflicted and unsure but sees Rogue raring to go in the other corner, and calls for the bell*
-End of segment-
