Jaiden remains on Freddie’s chest, face in pure disbelief. Styles’ left shoulder high off of the canvas. The frustration starts to set in, he pounds the mat sending ice flying everywhere. But he remains focused, getting vertical, he climbs through the ropes and scales up to the top. He’s perched, now able to gain his balance, he leaps off a twisted Shooting Star Press —

Jim Gunt: "No World for Tomorrow!"

Mike Rolash: "Styles moved!"

Freddie rolls out of the way! Jaiden crashes hard into the frozen canvas. The Moonchild is gasping, his ribs likely cracked from the icy impact. Freddie stands up, wipes the blood from his own lip, and waits for Jaiden to get back to a vertical base. Jaiden staggers up, reaching for Freddie’s throat, still trying to "save" him. Freddie simply side-steps and nails the Trouble in Paradise. Jaiden spins 360 degrees before hitting the mat face-first.

Jim Gunt: "That’s Ballgame! It has to be over now!"

Mike Rolash: "Freddie isn’t going for the pin though..."
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Freddie doesn't go for the pin. He remembers Jaiden’s "Shepherd" comment. He drops down and locks in Addiction. He wraps his arms around Jaiden’s neck and squeezes, pulling him away from the "Moonlight" and into the darkness of the mat. Jaiden’s arms flail, then twitch, then go still. Gavel 7-X calls for the bell.
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Joey Garcia: "Here is your winner by referee stoppage.. FREDDIE STYLES!!!"

Freddie releases the hold. He picks up a small shard of ice, looks at his reflection in it, and crushes it in his hand. Freddie stands up, while the medical droids rush to the "Moonchild." Freddie doesn't celebrate. He just looks at AnHellica in the shadows and nods. He did his job. The Prince is broken.

The sword of the Moonchild appears within the palm of Jaiden. The artificial snow storm that has damn near destroyed Anthropolis the last few months dissipates completely.

Jaiden Rishel: “And you are not my father.”

Throat slit ear to ear, Rish crashes to the canvas. Not as himself, but instantly transformed into that of the Tormented Soul. A horrified Anhellica shrieks as she crouches down to try to cover the wound on Chaolin Sahn’s neck, but it is far too late.

Jaiden lowers the sword, standing side by side with Caledonia and Primrose as he looks on at the Anhellica and the rest of her Amoralists. Freddie Styles attempts to step forward, anger in his eyes, but a calm Alex Cain puts a hand up to stop him.

Jaiden Rishel: “It’s over now.”

“HAHAHAHAHA!”

A demonic AnHellica snaps back at him.

Anhellica: “Oh my dear child, this is *far* from over…”

Fade.

“AHHHHH!!!”

The Archon of Amorality bellows from within as she takes hold of a thick steel table in the corner of the Amoralists lair, flipping it completely on its end despite all the computers and droids sitting atop it. AnHellica looks down at the blood of Chaolin Sahn still staining the palm of her hands, deep, shallow breaths coming from her as she contemplates her next move.

Freddie Styles pushes his way towards his Lord, not allowing Alex Cain to get in his way this time. The Living Legend staggers backwards a few steps at the force of Styles, waving his hands in the air as if to say “fine”. Styles just gives him an angry glare back, turning back to Anhellica who now has her attention solely on him.

Anhellica: “Yes, my minion. Problem?”

Freddie is stone cold in his demeanor, surprising Anhellica with not only his words but his attitude.

Freddie Styles “You’re damn right there’s a problem. You put me in a match with that snide, silver spoon havin’ son of a bitch to teach him a lesson - and well? Lesson taught. But I’m nobody’s minion.”

This brings a smile to the face of Anhellica. The leader of the Amoral Army saunters over to Styles like Cruella Deville, hands waving theatrically before taking her long nails and caressing him gently across the cheek.

Anhellica: “Is that so?”

Freddie relents immediately.

Freddie Styles: “That’s so.”

Anhellica laughs, first a high pitched giggle that quickly turns deep and demented. Her nails scrap into the skin of Freddie, pricking just the tiniest bit of blood from his cheek.

Anhellica takes her hand from the face of Styles, licking the tips of them in full enjoyment.

Anhellica: “If that’s the case then do tell Mr. Ballgame…what are your terms. What is it that you truly want out of this arrangement? Because all you have to do is ask, Freddie, and your wish is my command.”

Anhellica takes the chin of the former World Heavyweight Champion, pulling in Styles for a deep embrace. Styles is completely taken aback by the gesture, not knowing what to do as Anhellica pulls him in deeper and deeper for a long kiss. She finally lets loose, Styles nearly losing his footing from the intensity. Tweety birds running across his vision and all kinds of thoughts running through his mind, all he can do is raise an eyebrow.

Anhellica: “Well…?”

Freddie takes a moment, gathering himself before he speaks.

Freddie Styles: “I want that motherfucker one more time. I thought taking him down a peg at Frozen Over would teach him to stay in his place and out of our way but as we saw during the Crowning, that was not the fuckin’ case. You had big plans. We had plans. If the so-called Prince wants to believe he’s here to save CWF? Let him. Put him in the ring with Mr. Ballgame one more time and I’ll show him the only thing that needs saving is poor little Jaiden.”

Anhellica stands over the overturned table in full contemplation. Finally a smile once again forms on her cracked face.

Anhellica: “I got it. At Infernalia Five, we’ll bring back the Tag Team Championships. Four teams of all shapes and sizes, eight of CWF’s quote-unquote…and who came up with this line…Last Warriors, all battling it out in a mini tournament to crown the brand new champions!”

Another eyebrow raised from Freddie, as he knows the words coming from his Lord’s mouth are sounding all too odd.

Freddie Styles: “...And since when did you care about the titles?”

Anhellica giggles.

Anhellica: “That’s just it, my child, I don’t. We’ll put the Unstoppable Force in it because they won’t know any better. We’ll put the Highlander family in so we can get one step closer to destroying them from within and taking back the World Title from Caledonia. And the best part? In one semi final match we’ll have Jaiden and his new best friend Lilliana Primrose against….you and Alex.”

Freddie nods his head as Anhellica speaks, liking everything his Lord is saying until she comes to the last part. Looking back at the Living Legend behind him who looks just as surprised as he is, Cain simply shrugs. Styles turns back to Anhellica, but she puts a finger to his lips stopping him from speaking.

Anhellica: “Don’t worry Freddie, I will make all the arrangements. You just bring the Ballgame to Infernalia, and make sure you put down our little Prince once and for all.”

Slowly removing the finger from the moist lips of Styles, he stares at her in complete calmness.

Freddie Styles: “Oh, I plan on it.”