(A recap of days one and two play, highlighting the winners and new champions. After that, the scene slowly fades into a panoramic shot of the rowdy scene inside the Rogers Centre. Toronto, Ontario, Canada, is the host for the first time with the final day of Pain for Pride festivities among us. The feeling is alive more than ever with music blasting as it begins to zoom in on the Pain for Pride logo. )

( The main promotional poster for Pain for Pride is shown. But, there’s something peculiar about it this time around… )

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( It glitches for a couple of seconds, but goes back to scheduled programming as it cuts to a shot of the Voltage commentary team standing in front of their commentary team. Rich Russillo, Thadd Blazevich, Persephone look ready to report the festivities. )

Rich Russillo: LADIES AND GENTLEMAN… WELCOME EVERYBODY TO DAY THREE.. OF THE BIGGEST SHOW OF THE YEAR!!!

Thadd Blazevich: PAAAAIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNN-UHH!!!!

Persephone: For.

Rich Russillo: PRRRRIIII-

( The lights begin to flicker, screens begin to morph and stretch as the commentary team pauses and stares the stage. )

Persephone: Did we release the production team? It’s not even a minute in and we already have issues.

Thadd Blazevich: I don’t think so, look at the tron.

( The promotional graphics continue to malfunction as the entire Rogers Centre buzzes in confusion to what is happening. )

POW!!!

Rich Russillo :krabs:

( Loud purple and red pyro blast from the stage as the entrance graphics malfunction. However, the shenanigans come to an end to a confused look on the commentary team within the pyrotechnic smoke. )

Everyone: What in the world was that?

Persephone: I don’t know… but how about we start the show?

Rich Russillo: Yes.. LET’S G-

( The lights go out inside the Rogers Centre and everyone’s attention goes to the titantron which only reads the Pain for Pride logo. )

( PAIN FOR PRIDE: 19 )

( Each word begins to cut in and out, but the sold-out crowd in Toronto begins to increasingly get louder as they realize what’s going on. After all the effects, only two parts of the logo is left blank in the dark. )

( __ FOR PRIDE: )

( ………………………… )

( ……………. )

( ……. )

( The new words appear. )

( PAYNE FOR PRIDE: 8 )

( “It Follows” by Cane Hill blasts through the speakers of Rogers Centre through a thunderous pop as the lights come back on to Xander Payne making his way onto the )

Rich Russillo: OH! MY! GOD!! LOOK WHOS BACK!! THE EAW HALL OF FAMER!! THE PAYNEKILLER, XANDER PAYNE!

Persephone: Why.

Thadd Blazevich: IT’S LIKE LOOKING AT A GHOST!! XANDER PAYNE HAS ROSE FROM THE DEAD AND IS HERE FOR HIS HOMETOWN HERE AT PAIN FOR PRIDE!! WHAT A SHOCK!

Persephone: This is no surprise! I swear I see him at catering every week! What even is that on the poster! Why are his children here!

( His two children Maximus and Historia, join Xander Payne down the stage while he points to a jumbo-sized poster hanging at the top edges of Rogers Centre. )

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Rich Russillo: XANDER PAYNE HASN’T BEEN SINCE HIS CHAMPIONSHIP BOUT LAST YEAR WITH VEENA ADAMS!! WHAT IS HE DOING HERE!

Bella Braxton: LADIES AND GENTLEMAN.. PLEASE WELCOME!! EAW HALL OF FAMER… XAAANDEEEERRRRR PAYNEEE!!

( Xander Payne enters the ring with his two children as he is handed a microphone with continued loud reactions. His theme song dies down as he pauses to take in the moment. )

Crowd: WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK!

( Xander continues to soak in the sold-out crowd, whereas Maximus and Historia are behind trying to start a 67 wave, he begins to talk. )

Xander Payne: It has been quite some time since I’ve been here, in Elite Answers Wrestling, let alone a squared circle, and a lot of things have changed. New champions have been crowned, new rivalries blossomed, and some people have been.. inducted into the EAW Hall of Fame. The landscape here in Elite Answers Wrestling has changed, almost changed for the better, and as I stand here, I can say that I am proud of each and every one of you.

Persephone: God, he looks like he’s in terrible shape.

Xander Payne: I am proud of every talent in the back, even the stagehands and the people in the chairs, for every single blood, sweat, and tear into making this company work. I am proud of the elitists who put their body on the line to entertain the masses. I am proud of YOU! THE CROWD. THE FANS! THE EAW UNIVERSE! FOR GIVING US THE OPPORTUNITY TO PLATFORM OUR TALENT.. BECAUSE WITHOUT YOU.. WE ARE JUST BRICK AND MORTAR!! WE ARE JUST A LLC!! AND FOR THAT! THANK YOU!

( The crowd cheers as Xander Payne robotically nods his head and gives a thumbs up. )

Xander Payne: I remember growing up into this business, I dreamed of wrestling at Pain for Pride. Not only did I eventually do that, I won championships at this event. I main evented it. I won the whole freakin’ thing, and that is the greatest dream that I could ever have. And after being at it for so long, it’s kind of cool seeing the youth, especially my peers who I helped blossom in this industry, being able to live that dream. And now.. I stand here at Pain for Pride, in my hometown, with my two kids. Ain’t that a bitch?

Historia (off-mic): What did you just call me?

Maximus (off-mic): Yo, he speaks differently. Lowe that, fam.

Xander Payne: THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR MAKING THIS HAPPEN!

Xander Payne: It’s incredible to be really, standing in this sold-out crowd in Toronto, Ontario, Canada!?? WHO WOULD’VE THOUGHT WE WOULD GET A PAIN FOR PRIDE!

( The crowd cheers even louder. )

Xander Payne: I haven’t been in this company for almost a year, and I’ve taken that time to really rethink where I am in life. I stand here with my two kids, and I am constantly reminded of the miracle of life. It’s beautiful. These two are my DNA, I gave birth to Maximus and Historia, and you know what.. I’ve still got a promise to fulfill, kids.

Xander Payne: I am pretty sure.. that I made a promise to my kids that I will put another world championship in their hands.

( The crowd blasts in cheers as his kids look at each other in confusion, shaking their heads side to side as they know the current dilapidated condition of their own father.

Xander Payne: So, with that being said. I come here, on behalf of the EAW family, of myself, and everyone here, with great news to bear!

( The crowd buzzes in anticipation. )

Xander Payne: AND…….

Xander Payne: IT IS THAT ELITE ANSWERS WRESTLING HAS SET A NEW GATE AND ATTENDANCE RECORD FOR 204,000 PEOPLE ACROSS ALL THREE EVENTS!! CONGRATULATIONS!!!! WOOOO!!!

( Pyro shoots up and down the rafters, illuminating the atmosphere within the Rogers Centre as the crowd can’t tell to cheer as that was the announcement they were expecting. )

Thadd Blazevich: Oh my god! We have 204,000 people in this room right now?

Persephone: No.

( The pyro eventually die down as Xander waits for the excitement to settle down. )

Xander Payne: Nah, on some real shit. I really want to say again.. Thank you. Thank you all for making this happen. Thank you all for the past eight years of Payne For Pride.. And Thank you all for letting me be myself.

Crowd: YEAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!

Xander Payne: SO WITH THAT BEING SAID…

WELCOME!!!
TO!!
PAIN FOR PRIDE!!!!

( Even more pyrotechnics light up the Rogers Centre, panning across different scenes of the venue as the crowd roars once again. “It Follows” by Cane Hill resumes through the speakers once the pyro dies down. )

( Xander Payne is seen taking his wrestling boots and and tossing them into the ring as he begins to make his way out. )

Rich Russillo: Well, there you have it! Nineteen years of Pain for Pride! Eight years of Xander Payne! And what a better elitist to open up night three, the hometown hero, the Paynekiller as we are set and ready to go!

( Xander Payne abruptly stops at the ramp as he side eyes his wrestling boots sitting in the middle of the ring. )

Xander Payne (off-mic): Wait, kids. I left my boots in the ring. I’m barefoot.

Maximus: Nah, pops. It’s lowkey over for you, for real.

Xander Payne (off-mic): It’s over?

Maximus: It’s over, styll. You really want to get in there and fight the new dawgs? You ain’t built for it. Crodie’s bout it, bout it.

Xander Payne: https://media.tenor.com/gm8kUPk7fakAAAAd/speed-ishowspeed.gif

Xander Payne: You’re right. I ain’t getting back in there. Let’s go home.

( Xander Payne nods in acceptance as he lifts both of his children on his shoulders and begin to make his way up to the ramp and the picture fades to the opening match. )

(The video package for the next match begins playing…)

(After a recap of the most tumultuous 3 months one could come up with only in their wildest imagination…)

(The time had come.)

(Months of bloodshed. Months of grief. Months of loss and despair.)

(All conclude, up next.)

(Career. Title. Unsanctioned.)

(In the middle of the ring, under dim lights, the LED screens turned dark, the referee’s zebra stripes were replaced by simply a black tee, no EAW branding in sight whatsoever.)

(Whatever happens tonight… EAW is not liable for.)

(Bella Braxton shows a difficult smile, knowing the circumstances of this are unlike any other. Alas, the night goes on, as does life, thus she speaks with urgency…)

Bella Braxton: THE FOLLOWING IS AN UNSANCTIONED MATCH SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL…

Bella Braxton: AND IT IS… CHAMPIONSHIP VERSUS CAREER.

Bella Braxton: There will be no count-outs, no disqualifications, and no matter what happens tonight, EAW is exempt from all legal liability.

(“Everybody Knows (Unstoppable)” by Royal Deluxe blasts… for perhaps the final time, and the crowd erupts with sympathy.)

(Adam Lucas emerges, and takes a brief moment on the stage, looking around with an expression towards the audience that very well reads like a goodbye. He then gingerly takes a few steps forward, steps much less aggressive and deliberate than usual. Instead, they were patient beyond the loud thuds of his boot. Adam’s reluctance was noticeable—he had finally taken in that all of this had truly happened… and there’s no going back.)

(It’s at this point that he exhales sharply, and simply begins to strut down the long ramp, just wanting to get this over with, as pyro sets off behind him, paid no mind to by Adam.)

(There was no spectacle to embrace for Adam Lucas anymore, and it fully showed on him. The same worn-down entrance jacket and pants were present, stained with blood that couldn’t fully get washed off, along with some cuts to the fabric. His gear looks as tired as he is.)

Rich Russillo: First Unsanctioned match in EAW since… Adam Lucas vs. Dr. Bethany Blue at Pain For Pride: Kingdom, two years ago. Kai Rabeaux claimed that match was what set off this entire chain of events that led us here… and to an extent, it likely did, as Adam had never been the same following that night…

Thadd Blazevich: Surreal bro, from fighting his wife on the grandest stage, to putting his entire career on the line fighting for her! The possibility of this being Adam Lucas’ last match just brings a super creepy vibe to this whole thing, it seems as if he’s a man accepting his fate, but really? I know how difficult it is to walk away from this sport, to be forced into retirement, because then your whole life shifts, and for once, you start to see what normality is like!

Persephone: Yeah Thadd, except the moral hits and the toll on your body doesn’t leave. It’s tough, but it’s what Adam Lucas wanted, so I don’t care.

(The Hall of Famer enters the ring, his eyes vacant upon the audience… He heads towards the corner turnbuckle, and rests his head upon it as…)

(“Burn In My Light” by Mercy Drive hits, and thunderous, raucous jeers begin to overwhelm the arena.)

(Kai Rabeaux takes slow and deliberate steps forward, Hardcore Champion strapped firmly around his waist, as smoke surrounds the atmosphere of a lone spotlight.)

(With a smile on his face, he steps into the spotlight, the championship gleaming with all its golden marbles, while Kai poses, pointing a finger towards the ring, while pyrotechnics set off behind him.)

(Donning a white robe with gold fringe epaulettes blown off by the wind, along with ornate gold scrollwork lined in glossy pink satin, Kai Rabeaux steps forward with the entrance of an absolute overlord. Paired with a matching white and pink ring attire, with a gold baroque embroidery pattern, all accessorized with wire-rim glasses; with jeweled medallion, eye-shaped rosette lenses studded and small gemstones, as chains of beads trail down to his cheekbones, hanging like a chandelier. The presence of immaculacy dawns the packed Rogers Center, whose negative reaction had not dwindled—but only grown.)

Rich Russillo: It’s been a season like no other for Kai Rabeaux, walking in as the 24/7 Contract holder, earning victory in the War Games structure, cashing in the contract in one of the most controversial moments in EAW history that led to his championship victory, and now here we are… fated with what Kai feels like is inevitable destiny, putting Adam Lucas out to pasture.

Thadd Blazevich: Kai has taken absolute pride in everything he’s done, and he feels as if this is all legacy, bro! He had declared he wants the literal head of Adam Lucas in his trophy cabinet, and there is no doubt this is a man that has renounced his principles long ago, he’s in it purely for the acclaim!

Persephone: Walking so slowly, being so extravagant, twisting the knife, what a piece of shit. :mjlol:

(Kai climbs up on the corner, unbuckling the championship and posing with it for moments that are left to linger, before glancing towards Adam, as he climbs down.)

(Adam gets in his face right away, but Kai only smirks with complete dismissal, posing on the other corner… though, his gaze remains fixated on Adam, not the crowd. He was analyzing his anger, and taking pride in it.)

(Once he gets down, Adam pushes even harder, to the point the referee has to get in the middle of them, and separate the two. He must get this bout started at least, even if his involvement will be extremely minimal.)

(A spotlight shines on the ring, as Adam’s and Kai’s eyes respectively remain fixated on one another, as Bella Braxton commences her pre-match announcement.)

Bella Braxton: Tonight, the Hardcore Championship is put at stake, along with the career of Adam Lucas.

(Adam takes a deep breath.)

Bella Braxton: Introducing first, the challenger, from New York, he weighs in at 238 pounds, he is EAW HALL OF FAMER… THE NEXT LEVEL, UNSTOPPABLE, ADAAAMMMMM LUUUCAAAASSSSS!!!!!

(The Hall of Famer’s gaze remains fixated on Kai as the view focuses towards him with finality behind the slow panning.)

Bella Braxton: His opponent… from New York City, he weighs in at 230 pounds, he is THE REIGNING EAW HARDCORE CHAMPION, THE OVERLORD, AND THE SELF-PROCLAIMED FINAL EXECUTIONER OF ADAM LUCAS— KAAAAIIIII RABEAAAUUUXXX!!!!!!

(Kai steps forward, raising the Hardcore Championship high in the sky as his back turns to Adam, the challenger’s look still lingering. He embraces the adulation and the hatred from the Toronto crowd… before the referee asks that the Championship be handed to him.)

(Kai obliges with arrogance, as the two competitors take their stand in opposing corners…)

(The referee raises the Hardcore Championship up in the sky…)

Rich Russillo: Tonight, Adam Lucas could become a two-time Hardcore Champion… a full circle moment after defeating Methuselah in his first ever Pain For Pride… but it could also be the end of his career.

Thadd Blazevich: The question truly is all in the air… Will tonight be The Next Level’s final level?

Persephone: …I bet you think that sounds so cool.

(Thadd blushes, as the referee hands off the title… and rings the bell.)

(DING!! DING!! DING!!)

Rich Russillo: Aaaannnndddd, there’s the opening bell.

Thadd Blazevich: The opening bell to what may be… Adam Lucas’ final match… and based on his words… that may just be the case, win, or lose.

(The crowd… shudders in anticipation.)

(Adam Lucas and Kai Rabeaux share their final “clean” gaze, before all hell breaks loose, and the stadium must embrace a tempest of blood as a result of their war.)

Thadd Blazevich: Both guys wanted this match so much… but now that we’re here… I’m not sure either one of them know just what to start this with!

(Indeed. The stadium halted to a standstill… anticipating the first move, from either Kai, or Adam, who are both still leaning on their respective corners.)

(Kai smirks, pushing himself upright, and takes deliberately timid steps towards the center of the ring.)

(Adam remains in his corner. Drawing a long breath.)

(The anticipation is immense. The pressure is at heights neither man ever expected.)

Persephone: I’m gonna fall asleep already.

(Adam moves one step forward.)

(Kai… gives out his hand.)

Rich Russillo: A… handshake…?

(Adam looks befuddled; disrespected, almost, by the audacity.)

(Kai nods his head, like he’s an innocent samaritan. Adam only feels as if he’s being mocked.)

(He meets the champion in the center of the ring, glancing at his palm, with a look of irony…)

(Adam never needed to make his mind up.)

(He strikes.)

Rich Russillo: ADAM WITH A RIGHT!! PARRIED BY KAI!

Thadd Blazevich: KAI WITH THE UPPERCUT RIGHT OVER THE JAW!! WHAT SORT OF TRICK WAS THAT SUPPOSED TO BE?!

Persephone: Just mind games, idiot, to give himself the first hit in the match. In what world would Kai ever expect Adam to shake his hand?

(Adam backpedals from that hit… and attempts to rebound with a lariat…)

(Kai ducks under without issue, Adam is momentarily stuck regaining his position…)

(Kai smells the opportunity.)

Thadd Blazevich: # LOW BLOW!!

Persephone: Adam catches the leg!! It’s way too early!

Rich Russillo: Now Kai is in a precarious position! He’s spun around—

Thadd Blazevich: # ADAM RETALIATES WITH HIS OWN LOW BLOW!!

Persephone: Taste of his own medicine! But Kai managed to strike Adam with a rolling elbow before that kick could connect with the ballsack!! Both of these guys are far too well rested right now to try any of that stuff.

(As Adam stumbles towards the ropes… Kai pressures him with a collar-and-elbow tie-up, forcing him to backpedal.)

(With Lucas trapped against the ropes… Kai mercilessly rakes his eyes!)

(Out of pure instinct alone, Adam shoves Kai backwards… but Kai quickly retaliates with a kitchen sink knee strike while the former World Champion is still blinded!)

(The champion grabs the back of his head, but Adam Lucas manages to quickly retaliate, trapping Kai into a standing hammerlock.)

Persephone: Why the fuck am I seeing holds in an Unsanctioned match?? HE KILLED YOUR BABY!!

(SLAP!)

Thadd Blazevich: OHH!!! I LIKE YA CUT, G!! ADAM SLAPPED THE BACK OF KAI’S SHINY HEAD!!

Rich Russillo: NOW SENDS HIM INTO THE ROPES, KAI REBOUNDS WITH HIS BACK STILL FACING ADAM!!!

Thadd Blazevich: INTO A GERMAN SUPLEX!!! THE MOMENTUM OF THAT SENDS KAI BACK ON TWO FEET!! THE ROPES MANAGE TO KEEP HIM FROM FALLING, AND WHILE ADAM HAS TO GET UP—

(Kai charges.)

Thadd Blazevich: THE BLADE OF BABYLON!!!

(But Adam ducks under in the nick of time.)

Rich Russillo: IT MISSES, AND ADAM CHARGES AT KAI!!

Thadd Blazevich: BUT KAI SLITHERS HIS WAY BEHIND HIM, AND SENDS ADAM CRASHING DOWN WITH A HALF & HALF SUPLEX!!! BOTH MEN ARE DOWN!!!

Persephone: The referee surveys the state of the two as if they’d even done anything to each other.

Thadd Blazevich: Which is technically not something he must do either, his duty after all in this Unsanctioned match is just to count pinfalls and check for submissions!

(Kai had slowly found his way at ringside, having rolled out of the ring. Adam Lucas, meanwhile, is using the ropes to climb back to his feet.)

(Once he sees Kai is outside, it’s on sight.)

Rich Russillo: ADAM LUCAS WITH A SUICIDE DIVE!! KAI GOES BACK FIRST INTO THE BARRICADE!!

Thadd Blazevich: AND ADAM ISN’T STOPPING THE FLOW OF OFFENSE!! HE GRABS HIM AND SHOVES HIM FACE FIRST INTO THE RINGPOST!! NOW HIS BACK GOES RIGHT INTO THE BARRICADE!!

(Kai is down, his back scraping against the barricade leaving a sizable mark on his skin.)

(Adam, meanwhile, looks under the ring, and grabs a chair.)

(Rolling back into the ring, he tries to wedge it in the corner… but he can hear the ring shaking.)

Persephone: Adam Lucas might want to look out.

(Kai found his way behind him, and his target is clear.)

Thadd Blazevich: HOLLOW POINT!!!!

(CLANK)

Rich Russillo: MISSES THE MARK!! ADAM LUCAS DODGED THE RUNNING KICK, AND KAI’S BOOT WENT RIGHT INTO THAT CHAIR!!

Persephone: And as he’s jumping around on one leg like a Looney Toons character, Adam wants to go right back on the offense!

Thadd Blazevich: Bro gets a hold of the leg, AND OW!! A DISGUSTING LEG SNAP BENDS IT OUTWARDS!!!!!

Rich Russillo: Kai has no choice but to try and protect that leg, but Adam is out for blood!!

(Adam grabs the chair with the sole of Kai’s boot dented in it, unclenching its mechanism…)

(To Kai it quickly becomes obvious what’s going to happen. He tries to fight, but a boot to the jaw quickly shuts him up.)

(Adam Lucas traps Kai’s leg into the chair, and Kai is at his mercy.)

(STOMP!!!!)

(Kai screams… as Adam furiously stomps on his ankle!)

(But…)

(Adam doesn’t look so pleased.)

(He readjusts the chair, placing it firmly around his ankle, before rolling out of the ring, taking a peek beneath the ring.)

(He pulls out a sledgehammer.)

Thadd Blazevich: Yikes. I really don’t wanna be Kai’s foot right now.

Persephone: Why the fuck would you want to be a foot in general?

(Adam rolls back into the ring, and Kai, realizing what is going to happen, begs for mercy.)

Adam Lucas: (off-mic) Look at you…

(Adam grips onto the sledgehammer with both hands.)

Adam Lucas: (off-mic) Trimmed down to size…

(He raises it in the air, hands shaking; Kai’s shaking even more erratically.)

Adam Lucas: (off-mic) Begging for your life, like a little bitch.

(The sledgehammer drops.)

(CRACK!!)

(It rings vibrations off of the steel chair.)

(But…)

(Adam doesn’t look happy in the slightest.)

(The sledgehammer hit the chair. Only the chair.)

(Kai had been playing possum.)

(He had enough time to unhook his leg.)

Persephone: I hate when idiots play with their food.

(Adam begins clobbering Kai, but Kai quickly shoves him!)

(A forearm to the skull to follow up staggers Adam, and Kai gets his hands on the chair.)

Thadd Blazevich: UH OHH!! HEADSHOT INCOMING!!!!

Rich Russillo: NOPE!! KAI SWINGS BUT ADAM STOPS IT, GRABBING THE CHAIR!! HE KICKS KAI IN THE GUT, AND THAT FORCES KAI’S GRIP OFF COMPLETELY!!

Persephone: Adam Lucas aims for the head!!

(CRAAAAAACCKKK!!!!!!)

Thadd Blazevich: AND IT HITS!! THE CHAIR GETS STUCK AROUND BRO’S NECK AND EVERYTHING!! KAI’S HEAD SUFFERED A SURPRISINGLY SMALL CUT, AND ADAM’S NOT DONE MAINTAINING THE UPPER HAND!!! HE RETREATS ONTO THE APRON, AND WE KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS!!!

Rich Russillo: HE FLIPS FORWARD—FOR THE EQUALIZER!!!! BUCKSHOT LARIAT KNOCKS THE DAYLIGHTS OUT OF KAI AND SENDS THE CHAIR FLYING INTO THE CROWD!!

Thadd Blazevich: NOW ADAM, READY TO SETTLE THIS, GRABS KAI RIGHT BACK UP AND SENDS HIM INTO THE ROPES, LOOKING FOR THE ONE MOVE HE ALWAYS DEFEATED KAI WITH!!!

(The Level Up.)

Rich Russillo: POPS HIM UP ON HIS SHOULDERS!!

(…)

Thadd Blazevich: KAI REPEATS FATE!!

(…)

Persephone: You love speaking too early. Adam can’t put Kai down!!

(…)

(Kai balances himself on Adam’s shoulders, tightening his legs around his neck…)

Thadd Blazevich: GOSH, YOU MAY BE RIGHT!! KAI RABEAUX MANAGES TO PUT ADAM INTO A TRIANGLE CHOKE WHILE ATOP HIS SHOULDERS!!

Persephone: The child killer must already be getting desperate!! It’s not often at all that we see Kai pull out submission maneuvers!

(Adam slowly collapses to his knees with the weight of Kai on top of his shoulders… until eventually coming all the way down to the mat.)

Rich Russillo: No, ‘Seph! This isn’t just any submission move, this one has personal meaning attached! This is the “Iconic”, the triangle choke taught to Adam Lucas by his mentor & father Orlando Cruze, and Kai is trying to make a mockery out of whatever Adam has left!

Thadd Blazevich: As realization slowly settles in, Adam’s face grows really really angry, but anger won’t help him out here! He’s playing Kai’s game, and losing air because of it!!

Rich Russillo: With his career on the line, the last thing Adam Lucas wants to do is go out in this sort of fashion!! He’s fresh enough to keep the fight in him going, but rope breaks aren’t at his disposal at the moment!!

Persephone: He tries to take Kai’s weight up on his shoulders again, but Kai…

(…Grabs a stray leg from the destroyed chair, luckily in reach.)

(SMASH!!)

(SMASH!!)

(SMASH!!)

Thadd Blazevich: AHH!! KAI IS STABBING A CHAIR LEG WITH HIS FREE ARM INTO ADAM’S HEAD, KAI WANTS TO END IT LIKE THIS!!

Persephone: But Adam Lucas desperately attempts to find a way out!! He tries to find some footing…

(Kai’s eyes suddenly narrow as his blows grow desperate.)

Rich Russillo: WOW!! ADAM LUCAS HAS KAI UP WHILE THAT TRIANGLE CHOKE IS STILL APPLIED, SOME SORT OF ONE-HANDED POWERBOMB POSITION—

Thadd Blazevich: BUT THAT IS FAR TOO MUCH WEIGHT FOR BOTH OF THEM!! THEY GET PULLED TOWARDS THE ROPES, AND JUST PLUMMET ON THE OUTSIDE!! AT LEAST ADAM IS SAFE FROM THAT PREDICAMENT!

Persephone: Not with all of that blood pouring out of his head…

(Adam Lucas slowly tries finding his way back up, utilizing whatever accessories of the ring are next to him, but Kai already holds the advantage.)

(WHACK!!)

(Adam is sent ragdolling face first into the ringpost.)

(Kai takes his time, searching for something under the ring.)

(He… takes longer than usual.)

(Indecision?)

(Regardless, he eventually takes out a coil of barbed wire…)

(But his gaze isn’t set on Adam. It’s on the timekeeper’s area.)

(Kai storms past everybody—still with a slight limp—shoving Bella Braxton out of her seat, before grabbing her foldable steel chair… and wrapping the barbed wire around it.)

(But Adam had the time to recover.)

(He attempts a big boot, but Kai just manages to duck under!)

(Kai swings the chair at Adam’s head!)

(# CLANK!!!)

(…)

(Adam protected his head with his hands… but that didn’t save them from the damage.)

(As Adam grimaces in pain, Kai drives the tip of the chair into his ribs, and as Adam leans forward.)

(# CRACK!!)

(Steel and barbed wire connect with tremendous force to his back.)

(CRACK!!! CRACK!!!!! CRACK!!!!!!!!!!!)

(The same story once more, except with increasingly more force.)

(Blood spreads on Adam’s back, as Kai takes heavy breaths of unrestrained wrath.)

(He reluctantly lets go of the chair, rubbing his palm over the blood on Adam Lucas’ back, and wiping it on his chest.)

(As Adam tries to rest over the edge of the announcer’s desk, Kai stomps his hurt foot into the ground, testing if he even has the power to do what he wants…)

(Regardless of what he perceives the status as, it doesn’t look like it would have stopped Kai anyway.)

(He lifts Adam up on his shoulders…)

Thadd Blazevich: # LAWN DART!!

(CLAAANNK!!!!)

Rich Russillo: THE BLEEDING HEAD IS AGGRAVATED!!! ADAM GOT LAUNCHED HEAD FIRST RIGHT INTO THE STEEL STEPS!!

Persephone: And that silver steel is stained with Adam’s blood… Yum.

(After the collision course, the steps fall all out of order. The Hardcore Champion simply watches on at his challenger and greatest foe writhing in agony.)

(Pure catharsis for The Overlord.)

(He leaves Adam to wallow in pain, while taking the bottom row of steel steps, and dragging them inside of the ring.)

(But in this moment of release… voices find their time to scatter.)

(Toronto drowns the atmosphere in boos and profanities.)

(Kai ears begin to receive it all. He rolls into the ring… and stands of the steel steps, at the center of it all.)

(Kai’s arms spread wide.)

Crowd: FUCK YOU KAI!!! FUCK YOU KAI!!! FUCK YOU KAI!!! FUCK YOU KAI!!!

(He welcomes the loathing.)

Crowd: FUCK YOU KAI!!! FUCK YOU KAI!!! FUCK YOU KAI!!! FUCK YOU KAI!!! FUCK YOU KAI!!! FUCK YOU KAI!!!

(Revels in it.)

Crowd: FUCK YOU KAI!!! FUCK YOU KAI!!! FUCK YOU KAI!!! FUCK YOU KAI!!! FUCK YOU KAI!!! FUCK YOU KAI!!! FUCK YOU KAI!!! FUCK YOU KAI!!!

(Basks in it, as if it’s his pride & glory.)

(…But the crowd suddenly stood on its feet.)

(Kai peeks to his side.)

(Adam Lucas, on both feet, with the look of a man possessed.)

(Holding onto his head, dirty blonde hair all smudged in dark crimson.)

(He would never stay down so easily.)

(Kai steps off the stairs, slowly pushing them to the side with the side of his foot.)

(Opening the space between him and Adam.)

(Without a moment of hesitation, their foreheads collide. The eyes and all of their reserved vitriol unraveling in each other’s gaze.)

(Can’t skip another beat; Adam Lucas aims a chop at Kai’s chest.)

(Kai strikes back with one of his own.)

(Adam. Kai. Adam. Kai. Adam. Kai. Adam. Kai.)

(Adam strikes the injured leg with a low kick.)

(Kai briefly backpedals, limping, before he directs his knuckles straight into the open cut on his head.)

(Adam retaliates with another kick, his sight faintly turning hazy.)

(He follows it up with a forearm strike.)

(Kai obliges.)

(It’s back to trading.)

Crowd: BOOO… YEAH!!!! BOOO…. YEAH!!! BOOOOO…. YEAAAAHHHH!!! BOOOOOOOOOO…. YEAAAHHHHH!!!! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO…

(Kai dazes Adam.)

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

(Another punch shakes his footing.)

(Kai takes steps back… and Adam…)

(Welcomes him to try.)

(He interlocks his arms beneath his back.)

(Giving Kai a free blow.)

Kai Rabeaux: (off-mic) Still underestimating me, after all this time…?

Kai Rabeaux: (off-mic) When your career is at stake…?

(Adam closes his eyes, Kai grows furious.)

Kai Rabeaux: (off-mic) You shouldn’t have done that.

Rich Russillo: # BLADE OF BABYLON!!!!

Thadd Blazevich: ADAM DUCKED!!

Persephone: You give Kai a finger, he takes the whole hand, and Adam is well aware of that! Kai trips to the ground, real intensity behind that attempted elbow swing!!

Thadd Blazevich: ADAM OFF THE SECOND ROPE!!

Rich Russillo: GENESIS!!! THE SUPERMAN PUNCH WITH THE EXTRA MOMENTUM HITS THE MARK, AND ADAM IS READY TO PUT AN END TO THIS!!

(He picks Kai right up, and sends him into the ropes…)

(Kai rebounds… into…)

Thadd Blazevich: # LEVEL UP!!!

(But Kai knew far better.)

Rich Russillo: KAI LEAPFROGS OVER ADAM!!

Thadd Blazevich: THE CHAMP LANDS ON HIS FEET, BUT IT WASN’T A CLEAN LANDING AT ALL!! THAT TWEAKED FOOT BIT HIM, AND ADAM IS QUICK TO RECOVER!!

Persephone: But he’s met with a back elbow to the face!! Kai is not trying to go down to the Level Up by any means possible it seems, and I can’t blame him!

Rich Russillo: Kai regains his footing—REDLINED!!

Thadd Blazevich: ADAM DUCKS AND POPS HIM UP ON HIS SHOULDER!!! WHAT IS THIS BRO!!!!!!!!!

Rich Russillo: # GO TO RETIREMENT!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

(The knee connects with Kai’s face, and he collapses down to the mat.)

(Adam successfully pulls up Ronn Banks’ own patented move, the Go To Retirement.)

Persephone: Ironic name.

Thadd Blazevich: BRO!!! WHEN THE LEVEL UP DIDN’T WORK ON KAI, ADAM DUG DEEP INTO HIS PAST WITH THE HOMAGE TO EAW CHAIRMAN RONN BANKS!! THE MAN WHO HELPED ADAM PICK UP HIS FIRST PAIN FOR PRIDE AND HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP VICTORY AGAINST METHUSELAH!!!!

(Adam collapses into the cover.)

OOONNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!

TTWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!

Rich Russillo: CAN HE KEEP THE HALL OF FAME CAREER INTACT!?!?

(…)

THHHHRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!

(…)

Persephone: Did anyone expect the first fall of the match to end it? :mjlol:

(Kai’s shoulder pops up, and Adam shakes his head. Disappointment, desperation? Sure. But he knows better.)

(Reality settles in though… he really will need the bread & butter of his arsenal.)

(But Kai prepared accordingly; the grand stage is his for the taking.)

(That’s the annoying part.)

Thadd Blazevich: Adam rises up to his feet, raising Kai’s worked leg…

(STOMP!! STOMP!! STOMP!!)

Rich Russillo: A good few stomps amplify the pain the champion is in, but Adam doesn’t seem to be done!!

Thadd Blazevich: LEG SNAP!!! KAI IS ROLLING AROUND IN PAIN, AND THAT’S MUSIC TO THE HALL OF FAMER’S EARS!!! HE GRABS BOTH LEGS NOW… POSSIBLY LOOKING FOR THE LUCAS LOCK TO DAMAGE THE LOWER HALF OF HIS BODY EVEN MORE…

Rich Russillo: BUT KAI IS FIGHTING THE SHARPSHOOTER!! HE KNOWS HE CAN’T BE PUT IN THAT SITUATION…

(With his feet, he eventually sends Adam back…)

(But Adam springs right onto the apron.)

Rich Russillo: THE ONSLAUGHT FROM ADAM ISN’T STOPPING, DON’T GET UP, YOUNG KAI!!!

Thadd Blazevich: ADAM SPRINGS FORWARD! EQUALIZER!!

Rich Russillo: # HOLLOW POINT!!!

Persephone: KAI STOPS THE BUCKSHOT LARIAT ATTEMPT RIGHT AT THE PEAK OF ADAM’S USELESS FLIP!! ADAM IS SENT INTO THE CORNER—

Thadd Blazevich: FOR A SECOND HOLLOW POINT!!

Rich Russillo: The high kick knocks the daylights out of Adam Lucas, and he collapses straight on Kai’s chest!

Kai Rabeaux: (off-mic) This is it.

(Kai cackles. The air inside the arena grows ominous… The champion looks at his opponent with nothing but cold malice.)

(The same cold malice he looked at Ashlynn with. The same one Bethany stared into.)

(He places the palm over Adam’s jaw, tilting his head upwards.)

Kai Rabeaux: (off-mic) I beat you.

(Kai imposingly shoves him right back into the corner, and runs to the opposite corner…)

Rich Russillo: A THIRD HOLLOW POINT!!! ADAM LUCAS IS A DEAD MAN, JUST COLLAPSING TO THE MAT!!

(Kai lets out a dry & chilling chuckle, his shoulders barely moving.)

(He drags the long steel steps towards the middle of the ring, and then, grabbing Adam by his dirty, bloody hair, prepares his execution.)

(It’s a slow and agonizing rise to his feet for Adam, and Kai is enjoying every long second of it.)

Kai Rabeaux: (off-mic) You should’ve told her you’re sorry.

Persephone: The manual abortion connoisseur picks Adam up… for a tombstone…

Thadd Blazevich: I know what this is! The Kingstone Piledriver, and Kai’s eyes are set on planting his head on those steel steps…

Rich Russillo: Kai steps onto the steel… BUT ADAM’S LEGS START SHAKING, SHOWING SIGNS OF LIFE!! HE’S RESISTING, AND KAI IS SEETHING!!!

Thadd Blazevich: ADAM MANAGES TO TURN IT OVER INTO A TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER OF HIS OWN!! IF THIS LANDS—

Persephone: Don’t even begin to fantasize! Kai escapes over Adam’s shoulder, his back is turned…

Rich Russillo: KAI GRABS THE HANDS!!

(# THUUDD!!!!)

Thadd Blazevich: OHH MY GAWWWWWDDDDD!!!

Rich Russillo: UNPRETTIER ON THE STEEL STEPS!!

(Or, more specifically, Hans Grayson’s “Imperial Flame”.)

Thadd Blazevich: THAT’S HANS GRAYSON’S SWAG, IT’S LIKE BOTH OF THESE GUYS HAVE EACH OTHER’S MOVES FULLY SCOUTED, SO THEY HAVE TO DIG DEEP INTO THEIR REPERTOIRE TONIGHT!!

Persephone: We don’t care about all of that! Adam got planted right on the edge of those steel steps!

Rich Russillo: BUT HE’S NOT DONE!! HE’S GOT HIM UP—LOOKING FOR A KINGSTONE PILEDRIVER—

Thadd Blazevich: NO!! HE KNOWS ADAM WOULD HAVE IT SCOUTED!! HE WRAPS THE ARMS AROUND HIS BACK INSTEAD…

Rich Russillo: FOR DRAKE ARMSTRONG’S DEATH PENALTY RIGHT ON THE STEEP STEPS!!!

Persephone: Being Armstrong Jr. is in his everlasting fate, but Kai pushes Adam off the steps! The leg is hooked!! GOODBYE ADAM!!!

OOOONNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!

TTWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!

THHHHRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!

(…)

(…)

(…)

(Toronto explodes.)

Rich Russillo: THE SHOULDER RISES!!

Thadd Blazevich: THE NEXT LEVEL HAS MORE LEVELS TO REACH!!

Persephone: Kai is in disbelief… and so am I. This match just must keep going on…

(Kai stares into a void with only shock, and a glimmer of desperation begins to arise.)

(He shakes his head… glancing towards the hurt Adam.)

Kai Rabeaux: (off-mic) Accept your defeat already…!

(Kai slowly climbs on one knee, and chuckles to himself.)

Kai Rabeaux: (off-mic) Well, acceptance is the last stage of grief, after all.

(Denial. Anger. Bargaining. Depression…)

(Adam has gone through it all…)

(But acceptance.)

(Kai’s purpose is to drive him to acceptance. By force, or by will.)

(Kai makes a slow rise to his feet, gripping onto Adam’s blood-soaked hair.)

Thadd Blazevich: :lupe: Kai picks him up on the shoulders… looking for a powerbomb…

Rich Russillo: RAISES HIM HIGH IN THE AIR—

(THUD!!)

Thadd Blazevich: BAH GAWD!! THE HIGH-ANGLE SIT-OUT POWERBOMB LANDS, AND ADAM’S BACK LANDED RIGHT ON THOSE STEEL STEPS!!!

(No cover from Kai. He leaves Adam to whimper in the ring.)

(He pushes the steel steps out of the ring, before going out to ringside, looking under the ring.)

(It’s not long until Kai finds just what he needs…)

(He rolls back into the ring, and the entire world can see…)

(A small cloth bag…)

(Kai slowly unties it, and lets thumbtacks splatter down on the mat.)

Kai Rabeaux: (off-mic) You’re only living to die another day…

(Kai clicks his tongue, standing over Adam.)

Kai Rabeaux: (off-mic) Something must give.

(He slowly picks him up.)

Kai Rabeaux: (off-mic) You must have wished you kissed her one final time.

(Kai shakes his head, only with sardonic amusement.)

Kai Rabeaux: (off-mic) Maybe that is why you saved Ash.

(Kai genuinely laughs, in dichotomy with the dark tone of voice; interpreting Adam’s pain as a projection… His supposed trigger being “jealousy” after Kai forced himself onto Ashlynn Quinn’s lips, right before attempting to choke all life out of her.)

Persephone: Maybe Adam was right, even the pedophiles would avoid this guy in jail.

Thadd Blazevich: Does Damon Lazarus avoid him backstage?

Persephone: Ah, c’mon now. Damon just has an acquired taste.

Rich Russillo: We’re getting kicked off the network, aren’t we…?

Persephone: Omg Richie, fine! I’ll commentate this stupid match: Kai is getting Adam up, probably looking for that Tombstone Piledriver—

Rich Russillo: But Adam isn’t giving him an inch! He fights out of the Kingstone Piledriver attempt, and looks for a body slam, but it’s Kai slithering from behind! He shoves Adam forward and—

(THWIP!)

Thadd Blazevich: WHAT THE HALE!?

Persephone: Oh??

()

Rich Russillo: KAI JUST STABBED A SYRINGE INTO ADAM’S SHOULDER!! ADAM IS SCREAMING, WHAT THE HELL WAS INSIDE OF THAT!!

(Remember when Kai took a while getting a weapon out of the ring?)

(He hid a syringe in his boot, his intent unraveling clearly. He planned this from the start.)

(Adam instantly takes that syringe out of the brachial plexus, throwing it outside carelessly.)

(But he feels… dizzy.)

(It’s as if something is paralyzed, but what?)

Thadd Blazevich: Adam lands a blow on Kai, which staggers him!! Was that syringe ineffective!?

Persephone: Well, why’s he just standing there now?!

(Adam tried to swing again with the other arm… but it just doesn’t move.)

(It flails aimlessly, despite Adam trying to force himself.)

(A grin fully emerges at the corner of Kai’s lips.)

(Adam tries to swing with the other arm instead, but Kai had the time to block it—)

Rich Russillo: REDLINED!!! THE LARIAT KNOCKS THE DAYLIGHTS OUT OF ADAM!!

Persephone: Wow. He got his arm paralyzed. Not so fun when the joke is on you, huh Adam?

(The injection of Novocaine leaves Adam a victim of his own set of mind games, as Dr. Bethany Blue, his wife, is no stranger to utilizing medicine to her — and on occasions, his — advantage.)

(Novocaine was a more old-school anesthetic; it’s not as if Kai’s knowledge was all that vast, but it did the trick when it needed to.)

(Now, before the effect wears off, he has to end this. Kai retreats onto the apron… stalking Adam.)

Persephone: What’s this buffoon looking for now!?

Thadd Blazevich: I think I know…

Persephone: Share with the class maybe?

(Adam slowly rises up, in perfect position for his back to land right on the thumbtacks.)

Rich Russillo: KAI HOPS OVER THE ROPES, FOR ADAM LUCAS’ EQUALIZER!!!

Thadd Blazevich: # BUT ADAM HAS THE BUCKSHOT LARIAT SCOUTED EVEN WITH A BAD ARM!! A MASSIVE LARIAT WITH THE FUNCTIONAL ARM TAKES KAI OUT!!

Persephone: And Kai is crying in pain!! HE’S THE ONE WHO LANDED ON THE THUMBTACKS!! HE’S SQUIRMING AROUND LIKE A FISH, MAKING IT WORSE!!

(But Adam couldn’t care less about Kai’s suffering.)

(Because Kai couldn’t truly suffer until he lost it all.)

(He’s looking to end this.)

(If he has Adam’s best moves scouted, and he managed to fully paralyze the arm… then he knows just what will break his reign.)

(He takes a brief retreat to the corner…)

(And charges.)

Rich Russillo: # CONCUSSION PROTOCOL ON THE THUMBTACKS!!!!

Thadd Blazevich: THIS IS HOW DR. BETHANY BLUE PUT DOWN KAI AT KING OF ELITE EARLIER THIS YEAR!! WILL THE SAME FATE REPEAT ITSELF!?!?

(Kai’s face is driven right into the thumbtacks by the sole of Adam’s boot, as the tacks puncture in different areas of his face, a pool of blood quickly cascading onto the mat.)

(Adam turns him around with ill regard to the thumbtacks, dropping into the cover.)

OOOONNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

TTTWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

THHHHHHRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

(……)

(………….)

(………………..)

(But, with a paralyzed arm…)

(………………………….)

(He couldn’t hook the leg.)

(# Kai kicks out.)

Rich Russillo: THEY SAY HISTORY REPEATS ITSELF, BUT IN SPITE OF THAT, KAI REMAINS DEFIANT WITH THE EMPHATIC KICKOUT!!!

Persephone: So I take it Adam Lucas powerscales below pregnant woman level? :mjlol:

Thadd Blazevich: Well, the lack of pressure from an unhooked leg is certainly costly! I know that myself!! History doesn’t fully repeat itself every time, after all, and that syringe Kai utilized just saved him the match and his title reign!!

(Only now, is Adam Lucas in disbelief.)

(This has to end.)

(It has to.)

(IT HAS TO.)

(…)

(Adam tries to move the arm… it’s not working again, but it doesn’t feel as stiff anymore.)

(He sighs, and drags Kai up with whatever energy he has left…)

(Paralyzed arm be damned, he looked for the killshot.)

(# The Final Resolution.)

(As best he could, he attempts to launch Kai from the back suplex position…)

Thadd Blazevich: BROS!! ADAM LUCAS IS AMPING UP THE STRONGEST MOVE IN HIS ARSENAL!! THIS IS WHAT BEAT MACHINA LAST PAIN FOR PRIDE!! THIS IS WHAT KAI GOT A TASTE OF AT GRAND RAMPAGE MONTHS AGO!!

(But.)

Persephone: You snooze, you lose, Kai flips out of that, AND LANDS ON HIS FEET!!

Rich Russillo: A HUGE COUNTERATTACK GERMAN SUPLEX SENDS ADAM TO THE GROUND, BUT KAI GOES DOWN WITH HIM!!

(The champion attempts to recuperate, wishing to ignore all of the pain caused by the thumbtacks in his body.)

(But alas, it was his poison. He brought them out. Why not use them?)

(As he gets up, he stomps his boot into the tacks, grazing the mat until they stick onto it…)

(Then, he moves what is left of the tacks to the outside with his boot, in case of future harm.)

(Finally, he retreats in the corner, Adam having crawled up to the opposite one, murder on his mind and a boot’s sole full of thumbtacks to pair.)

Thadd Blazevich: HOLLOW POINNTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!

(The running high kick connects, sending shockwaves into the arena and tacks into Adam’s face as payback.)

(Now… Kai begins to stalk his prey… with the patience of a vulture.)

(He sits in the corner, Adam Lucas attempting to slowly come to his senses.)

(This was it.)

(The blade that killed the man, the legend.)

(Kai pushes forward…)

(# FOR THE BLADE OF BABYLON.)

(THUD!!!!)

(…)

(…)

(But… it only cuts through air.)

(Adam Lucas didn’t duck. He did not counter. He didn’t have enough left to even attempt to do so.)

(He simply collapsed…)

(The tip of Kai’s sword narrowly avoiding him, by pure chance.)

(Once more, nothing gives. Once more, their strongest maneuvers elude both of these men!)

(But this was all Kai had left in him.)

(Now, they’re both simply lying down, next to one another, on a mat stained by crimson red.)

(And the crowd fanfare slowly begins to resuscitates hope inside the stadium.)

Crowd: A-DAM LUCAS!!!! A-DAM LUUCASS!!!! A-DAMM LUCCASSS!!!!!!

(Adam gives a silent acknowledgment, as he tries to regain consciousness, making a long crawl to the ropes…)

(While Kai… is also attempting to recover, himself.)

Crowd: A-DAMM LUCCASSS!!!!!! A-DAMM LUCCASSS!!!!!! A-DAMM LUCCASSS!!!!!!

(And it’s that irksome sycophancy that drives him up.)

(As both men crawl aimlessly like blind puppies, they are only led by the scent of blood.)

(They never found any ropes.)

(Only each other.)

(Using one another’s bodies to slowly elevate themselves, on both knees, they stare one another down.)

(Kai smirks.)

Kai Rabeaux: (off-mic) Absolution’s… ’swhat you wanted, right…?

(Adam breathes heavily, with a poker-faced response.)

Kai Rabeaux: (off-mic) Ever considered a church?

(Kai continues.)

Kai Rabeaux: (off-mic) Therapy? Yourself, and a damned mirror?

(A frown slowly grows on Adam’s expression.)

Kai Rabeaux: (off-mic) Wallow in your endless self-pity in your lonesome, have you thought about that…?

Kai Rabeaux: (off-mic) Your SELF-INFLICTED tragedy is BENEATH MY championship!!

(Adam’s breaths get heavier and heavier, Kai inevitably getting into his head…)

(Though, the question is, is Kai going too far, poking the bear?)

Kai Rabeaux: (off-mic) At least your wife had the balls to take it in stride… and move on.

(Bringing her up, again…?)

(That’s the tipping point.)

Adam Lucas: (off-mic) Fuck you.

(SMACK!!!)

(An elbow filled with despair, grief, and anger twists Kai’s nose.)

(As blood poured out of it, Kai could only chuckle, wiping it with his thumb.)

Kai Rabeaux: (off-mic) You talk about bringing me down to Hell… but you’re already there, right with me.

Kai Rabeaux: (off-mic) And you’re enjoying it.

(SMACK!!!)

(Adam struck.)

(Kai holds onto his face.)

Kai Rabeaux: (off-mic) YOU CANNOT LET GO OF YOUR CAREER, BECAUSE YOU REVEL IN THIS BLOODSHED!!!

(SMACK!!!)

(Kai struck back.)

(Adam is almost dropped on all fours, but he maintains himself… staring a dagger into Kai.)

(At which point, the bloodlust only makes them both smile, but for entirely different reasons.)

(This is all Adam Lucas had left. Just… broken hedonism, at this point.)

(Kai? Embraced the blaze of glory far too much.)

(Their foreheads connect…)

(And, slowly, they help one another up to their feet… sick camaraderie.)

(But the crude staredown doesn’t stifle.)

(Until…)

(Kai takes a step back.)

Kai Rabeaux: (off-mic) The best you have left in that dwindling flame…

(He spreads his arms.)

Kai Rabeaux: (off-mic) STRIKE.

(Kai leaves himself open, Adam is… in debate.)

(Kai once claimed he is the only one who gave Adam the respect of saving him the pity.)

(But it was never about principle. It was about the mind games.)

(Kai is giving Adam a pity strike.)

(AND ADAM HATES IT.)

(…)

(BUT HE STRIKES ANYWAY.)

Kai Rabeaux: (off-mic) Fool.

(The crowd abruptly begins to revolt.)

(# A low blow sends a desperate Adam Lucas spiraling to the ground after the dirty red herring.)

(Kai doesn’t want to only defeat Adam and end his career…)

(He wants to strip the Hall of Famer, the legend… bare of everything he’s done.)

(He wants to make the world beater no more than an insect on the grandest stage.)

(Kai places the tip of his boot on Adam’s chin, slowly raising it up.)

Kai Rabeaux: (off-mic) You are nothing.

(Once he gets Adam Lucas on both knees in the patient, deliberate torture of pity… He creates distance.)

(# THE BLADE OF BABYLON.)

(It finally lands.)

(Blood spits out of the mouth of Adam Lucas. A tooth goes flying. His head bends at an uncomfortable angle.)

(He completely collapses.)

(The Next Level, trimmed down to size.)

(Kai hysterically cackles. This is his victory.)

(He doesn’t pin the challenger. He slowly raises him up to his feet, as Toronto begins to blow up in jeers, as if a riot would soon break out.)

(Yet Kai revels in it all.)

(Playing with the food that is a completely unconscious Adam Lucas…)

(He inches towards the moment, towards usurping the throne.)

(Judge. Jury. Final executioner.)

(Kai Rabeaux.)

(He picks Adam up…)

(Preparing to put an end to this agonizing fate he created.)

(And he mercilessly drives his skull into the mat.)

(# THE KINGSTONE PILEDRIVER.)

(The Final Resolution of Adam Lucas.)

(The Hardcore Champion crawls over the motionless body, hooking the leg.)

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

(…)

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

(For a moment, the referee hesitates.)

(…)

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

(…)

(…)

(…)

(…)

(…)

Thadd Blazevich: # WHAATTTTTHJKSDKJHSDOIRDSOIGHI!?!?!??!?!?!?!??!?!?!

Rich Russillo: # HE KICKED OUT???

(The crowd gasps, the entirety of Toronto up on their feet as Adam Lucas’ Hall of Fame resilience shows itself on the grandest stage.)

(Perhaps Adam had made it clear his career doesn’t matter anymore, at all…)

(However, something in him…)

(Doesn’t want to fully let go.)

(At least not before Kai is put in the dirt.)

(Kai’s own desperation UNRAVELS, as heavy breaths and hyperbolically widened eyes tell the whole story.)

(He finally landed the best his arsenal had to offer… and it wasn’t enough.)

(As Kai’s complexion turns red, not to be confused with the dried blood all over his face, he punches the mat.)

(Once. Twice.)

(Then exhales sharply.)

(He takes a good look at Adam Lucas; he was out. Whatever was left of him, he used for the kick out.)

(Stubborn bastard.)

(Kai rolls out of the ring…)

(Wear your scars on your sleeve.)

(From beneath the ring, he pulls out a very familiar weapon… as the crowd boos, and gasps.)

(The baseball bat, studded with glass shards.)

(THE baseball bat.)

(The wood and glass alike are stained by dried blood.)

(Bethany’s? Adam’s? The kid’s?)

Persephone: Wow.

Thadd Blazevich: Wow, indeed… I think that’s the same one, dudes… The depths Kai is willing to sink to—

Persephone: What are you on about? This is lovely—

Rich Russillo: DGSJJGHDSHJGDS!!!!!!!!!

Persephone: ???

Rich Russillo: ADAM LUCAS BLINDSIDED KAI WITH THE DIVINE DEPARTURE!!!!

Thadd Blazevich: The iconic move of the man who once defeated Adam for the Hardcore Championship, and just recently got inducted into the Hall of Fame together!! Adam is digging deep, taking something out of Limmy Monaghan’s book of tricks!!

(Alas, up to this point, these finishing maneuvers were used to attempt to bring the match to its end.)

(However… As Adam looks down…)

(Victory quickly becomes trivial.)

(It’s replaced by loathing. Sorrow. Retribution.)

(Adam Lucas takes a deep breath, before leaning down, and slowly picking up the weapon with shaky hands.)

(He wonders… whose blood is this…)

(Bethany’s? His? The kid’s?)

(With a completely void gaze, he grimaces at the laid out Kai…)

(…as a tear leaves his eye.)

Adam Lucas: (off-mic) Taste of your own medicine, shithead.

(THUD!)

(THUD!)

(THUD!)

Thadd Blazevich: ADAM SLAMS DOWN THE BAT INTO THE STOMACH OF KAI RABEAUX! THE CHAMP QUICKLY COUGHS UP BLOOD, IT’S FLYING EVERYWHERE, AND HE’S CONTINUING TO JUST COMPLETELY UNLOAD MONTHS OF GRIEF!

Persephone: HE IS TENDERIZING THE FUCK OUT OF THE CHAMPION RIGHT NOW! JUST HOW I LOVE IT!!

(Kai is starting to choke on his own blood.)

(THUD!)

Rich Russillo: A WATERFALL OF BLOOD BEGINS TO SPIT OUT OF THE MOUTH OF KAI!!! HE CRIES IN PAIN! AND ADAM IS FAR FROM DONE, DRIVEN BY NOTHING BUT EMOTION AT THIS POINT!!!!

(THUD!)

(THUD!)

(THUD!)

(THUD!)

Thadd Blazevich: OVER AND OVER AGAIN HE’S SLAMMING THE BASEBALL BAT DOWN ONTO THE STOMACH OF THE CHAMP! KAI MAY HAVE FLOWN TOO CLOSE TO THE SUN!! HE CAN ONLY CRY IN AGONIZING PAIN AS BLOOD GUSHES OUT OF HIS STOMACH, DROWNING IN THE SPOILS OF HIS OWN DOING, FEELING THE PAIN BETHANY WAS IN!!

(Kai is clutching his stomach as he rolls to his side… but Adam instantly turns him right back…)

(THUD!)

(For good measure, he hits the hurt leg of Kai.)

(THUD!)

(As Adam raised the baseball bat again and now slammed it down onto the stomach of Kai, blood begins pouring out of his mouth and covering his skin. Adam cannot even feel the paralyzed arm anymore. Nor the toll on his body. Nor even grief.)

(This is the seventh heaven.)

(Or more so, this is Hell on earth.)

(But, most of all… it’s vindication.)

(Fucking vindication.)

(…even if I’ve never strayed further from God–)

(But I don’t give a shit.)

(CRACK!)

(Fuck you, hellspawn.)

Rich Russillo: ADAM SWINGS THE BAT ACROSS THE FACE OF KAI RABEAUX FOR GOOD MEASURE, AND KAI COLLAPSES DOWN TO THE GROUND FOR GOOD! HE IS COMPLETELY OUT OF IT!!

Thadd Blazevich: BLOOD, SALIVA, TEARS, TEETH ALL WENT FLYING ONTO THE APRON AND THE RING COVER!!! IT’S AN EYE FOR AN EYE!!

(Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.)

(You ruined everything.)

(Anger & absolution.)

(End this.)

(Just end it.)

(He’s seeing the gates right now.)

(Knowing he’ll never walk past them.)

(Adam pushes what could best be described as Kai’s corpse into the ring, as more and more blood is running down from his mouth.)

(With a hold of the wrist, he props him to his feet, on whatever ground he can still stand on, and catapults him into the air.)

Rich Russillo: # THE. NEXT. LEVEL. This, ladies and gentlemen, is it.

Persephone: Well, at least he didn’t lose to the Level Up this time around!

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

(…)

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

(…)

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

(…)

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(…)

(…)

(…?)

Thadd Blazevich: Did…

Rich Russillo: What happened??

(Adam collapsed off the cover.)

(He turns to the side, in clear view: a syringe is jabbed into his neck.)

(His body spazzes for a moment…)

(And then, he shuts down.)

(Kai remains down and out… however, he is slowly regaining footing.)

Thadd Blazevich: Is everything okay!? Someone get paramedics out here!!

Persephone: Dumbfuck, Captain Charisma unsanctioned this match, which means there’s none of that! If he dies, he dies!! Thank you for your service, Adam Lucas!! You lost your wife, kid, and now your life!

(REPLAY: As Adam was ruthlessly beating Kai to a bloody pulp with the emotionally-charged weapon of choice… Kai snuck his hand under the ring… and kept it in a closed fist until the pinfall.)

(Then? He stabbed it in Adam’s neck amidst the pinfall as a last resort.)

(Back to the present, Kai is finding his way back up, as the syringe’s liquid is only barely pushed in.)

(However, it did the job.)

(Kai slowly walks over to Adam, taking the syringe out of his neck, as blood begins to pour out of the wound.)

(The Champion closely inspects the syringe, its needle slowly pouring out drops of Phenethylamine.)

(Kai chuckles, despite his weakened state.)

Kai Rabeaux: (off-mic) Taste of your own medicine…

(STAB!!!! STAB!!!! STAB!!!! STAB!!!! STAB!!!! STAB!!!!)

(Kai stabs parts of Adam’s body at random, as he slowly begins to convulse.)

(Before finally… the main event…)

(He raises Adam’s jaw up with his palm, pure, deliberate dominance over his challenger in only the blink of an eye.)

(This act of cruelty alone gives Kai’s hurt body the will to go on… even if at random intervals, he coughs blood out of his mouth.)

(As Adam was on his knees, blood threading down from his hairline, Kai held him almost tenderly, the way a man might cradle a wounded animal intended to be put down.)

Kai Rabeaux: (off-mic) Say… “ahh”…

(Kai parts Adam’s lips with his thumb and forefinger, his mouth open, teeth fully smudged by the color red.)

(The needle found his cheek and drove through, Adam’s diluted scream quickly becomes static in the gasped arena.)

(Kai’s thumb presses on the plunger, thin mist hissing into the air, leaving Adam in grotesque reveling as the syringe dangles from his face.)

(The Champion took a moment to survey his work, like a king surveying a kingdom built on someone else’s ruin, with pure apathy.)

(He unstraps one of the bloody, white wristbands, clinching it around his hand…)

(Before crouching next to Adam again…)

Thadd Blazevich: Ummm… :lupe:

Rich Russillo: Is that—SAY AHHHH!!!! KAI RABEAUX IS TRYING TO CHOKE OUT ADAM LUCAS’ WITH BETHANY’S OWN MANDIBLE CLAW!! KAI HAS MADE AN ABSOLUTE MOCKERY OUT OF BETHANY TONIGHT, AND IT SEEMS LIKE THE ICING ON THE CAKE IS TRYING TO MAKE ADAM SURRENDER HIS CAREER!!!

(Kai screams ruthlessly, a warrior’s roar, as Adam cannot do as such… only lose air.)

Thadd Blazevich: Oh no… His eyes are fading…

Persephone: Oh no… He’s finding some surge of strength!! NEVERMIND, OH YES!! ADAM IS FADING!!

Thadd Blazevich: I… think this is it.

(The referee goes to check if this grueling contest may finally come to an end, and get off his conscience…)

(But…)

(# STAB!!)

Rich Russillo: ADAM LUCAS TOOK THAT SYRINGE OUT OF HIS MOUTH AND STABBED IT INTO KAI!!!

Thadd Blazevich: KAI ROLLS AWAY, SQUIRMING IN PAIN, SOMEHOW, SOMEWAY, THE NEXT LEVEL STILL HAS THE WORLD TO OFFER US IN SPITE OF EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!!

Rich Russillo: Adam coughs bits of blood, gasping with heavy breaths as his consciousness almost fully faded… but he’s back in this, and he goes straight for Kai! A discus punch keeps the offense going!! Followed up by a massive Roundhouse Kick!!!

Persephone: WHY ARE THEY WRESTLING ALL OF A SUDDEN?!?!

Thadd Blazevich: ADAM RUNS INTO THE ROPES—BUT KAI IS READY TO MEET HIM THERE FOR THE HOLLOW POINT!!!

Rich Russillo: BUT ADAM WAS PREPARED!! KAI’S LEG IS STUCK ON THE ROPES, AND ADAM KICKS IT AWAY, THEN PULLS HIM INTO A SPINEBUSTER!!!

(Adam lets out a scream…)

(A scream of hope as the audience jumps on their feet!!)

Thadd Blazevich: LET’S GO!! ADAM SENDS KAI INTO THE ROPES, AND THIS IS IT!! THE LEVEL UP!!!!

Rich Russillo: NO!!! KAI STILL HAS IT SCOUTED AFTER FALLING TO IT TWO DIFFERENT TIMES THIS PAST SEASON, TURNING THE POWERBOMB INTO A SUNSET FLIP!! THE COUNT!!!

ONNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

TTTTTTTTTWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!

TTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!

(…)

Persephone: Imagine if Adam’s career ended because of a roll-up? :mjlol:

Thadd Blazevich: BOTH MEN ARE QUICKLY BACK TO THEIR FEET—KAI CHARGES!!

Rich Russillo: THE BLADE OF BABYLON!!!

Persephone: No! Adam ducks under like he had done for a thousand times in this match already!!

Thadd Blazevich: ADAM KEEPS THE MOMENTUM GOING, SPRINGBOARDING OFF THE ROPES—

Rich Russillo: # INTO THE STARMAKER!!!

Persephone: We’re paying tribute to anybody, man.

Thadd Blazevich: I DON’T THINK THIS IS TRIBUTE, JUST PURE ADAPTABILITY WHEN YOUR BREAD AND BUTTER DOESN’T WORK!! JAKE SMITH’S OWN MOVE PUTS KAI DOWN, BUT ADAM ISN’T DONE, HE’S GAINING SOME MORE MOMENTUM AS KAI IS SEEING STARS—

Rich Russillo: # BUULLLLEEEEETTTTTTTT FRROOOOOMMMMM HEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!

(Rich beams with glee.)

Rich Russillo: (cont’d) Oh… How I’ve missed doing the call for this move!

Thadd Blazevich: BUT ADAM INSTANTLY COLLAPSES AFTER DOING MACHINA’S SPEAR, NO COVER!!

(Indeed. Both men were down and out… This was their last rush of adrenaline…)

(With both laid out in the ring, Adam Lucas attempts to at least crawl his way towards the cover…)

Rich Russillo: What. A. Sequence!! After seeing Adam Lucas hit the Go To Retirement, it’s only right we see Jake Smith’s Starmaker, the man he dethroned three years ago to win his first World Championship, and with who he constantly had run-ins with on Voltage last season!! And then, Machina’s Bullet From Hell, an ode of respect to the brute he put down last Pain For Pride!!

(Eventually, after many seconds lost… he drapes his arm over Kai.)

OOOONNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

TWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THHHHRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(…)

Persephone: Well, Machina’s Bullet From Hell always guarantees the end, but this isn’t Michael Machina, it’s just bum ass Adam Lucas!

Thadd Blazevich: Another EMPHATIC kickout from Kai, and you gotta wonder, what’s gonna finish this match…?

Rich Russillo: I don’t know… and I’m not sure Adam does either. He’s slowly trying to find his way back up, but you can tell that last surge of energy was all that was left.

(Adam stares into the hollow eyes of Kai, unmoving, stuck on a random light on the jumbotron.)

(With steady movements considering his own condition… he attempts to bring Kai up, and finally end this nightmare of a saga.)

(But hatred often…)

(…veils the oldest tricks in the book.)

Thadd Blazevich: # DGGDHKJHKJGD!!!!!!!!!

Rich Russillo: KAI RABEAUX WAS PLAYING POSSUM!!! HE DELIVERS A LOW BLOW TO ADAM LUCAS, AND ADAM IS DOWN AGAIN!!

(Kai himself struggles to get off his knees, but he rolls his way to ringside, looking in a very specific spot under the ring.)

Rich Russillo: Uhm…

(In one hand, a vial of Sertraline.)

(In the other, a bottle of Jack Daniels.)

(Kai enters the ring…)

(He crouches in Adam’s face, putting the bottle down, and opening up the vial of anti-depressants.)

Kai Rabeaux: (off-mic) Tuckered out yet, Adam!?

(He takes a fistful of pills, and shoves them in his mouth.)

(CRACK!!)

(Then, he breaks the bottle of whiskey over his bleeding hairline, alcohol pouring into the wound, dark glass raining down upon his silhouette, as Kai pushes the broken lower half into his mouth, forcibly.)

Kai Rabeaux: (off-mic) Depression and obsession never mix well…

(Adam jolts in shock, before his eyes slowly close…)

Kai Rabeaux: (off-mic) Nuh-uh…

(Kai nudges him back to reality…)

Kai Rabeaux: (off-mic) Endured so much… You can’t give up on yourself so easily…

(SLAP!!)

Kai Rabeaux: (off-mic) You’re mine.

(Adam attempts his hardest to fight the punishment of alcohol and anti-depressants mixing on his insides, but Kai is only driving the empty bottle further into his jaw…)

Persephone: Suicide overdose!!!

(Persephone jumps up and down.)

(SLASH!!!)

Kai Rabeaux: (screaming his intestines out) AAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

(In a last-ditch effort, Adam Lucas stabs the largest, sharpest shard of glass he could latch onto, right into Kai’s afflicted stomach.)

(Kai gushes, falling down to a knee…)

(Adam coughs rapidly, almost vomiting, trying to spit out whatever alcohol and pills couldn’t enter his system yet.)

(There is no doubt… some coincidental lingering trauma that awoke in Adam…)

(But he’s still here for a reason.)

(To end Kai Rabeaux, his life be damned.)

(With whatever is left, Adam charges towards Kai—)

(# STAABBB!!!!)

(But with Kai still holding the broken whiskey bottle in his hand… his fighting spirit quickly dwindled.)

(As the bottle went directly into the side of his stomach, reopening a wound amid healing—par for the course…)

(Kai chuckles, far too dismissively, far too apathetically.)

Kai Rabeaux: (off-mic) Fret not… I’ll live longly to tell your tale.

(Kai slowly grabs Adam up…)

Kai Rabeaux: (off-mic) The tale of a weak coward.

(And picks him up on his shoulders… into a powerbomb position.)

(He slowly backpedals…)

(Preparing his execution.)

(He wasn’t hitting a powerbomb… he was ending this.)

(He begins to grab the back of Adam’s neck…)

(# Setting up the “Gate of Babylon” Phoenix-Plex…)

(Adam’s neck is inching towards a date with the bottom turnbuckle.)

(And a date with the Grim Reaper.)

(# THUD!!!)

(…)

(….)

(………)

(………………)

(Kai’s leg gave out.)

(A desperate tear leaves his eye, wishing he could scream, but he is in far too much pain to do so.)

(Now, of all times, it all catches up to him…?)

(Adam’s backside slides off the mat, slipping off of Kai’s shoulders… luckily.)

(Kai roars. Fuck the pain.)

(Adam Lucas is verging towards death regardless.)

(He pushes forward, in spite of his limping leg…)

(# THE BLADE OF BABYLON.)

(…)

(# THUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

(But one final time, Adam Lucas succeeded in avoiding the deadly Blade of Babylon…)

(# …and consequently drove Kai Rabeaux to the mat with a sit-out LEVEL UP.)

(Kai, despite it all, is destined to meet the same old, perpetual fate at the hands of Adam Lucas.)

(The Hall of Famer follows through with the sit-out cover.)

OOOONNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(…)

TTTTTTWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(……..)

(Alive, legendary, thriving, his career remains.)

(He is…)

TTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(…)

(The Next Level, Adam Lucas……)

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(……………………….)

(………………………………..)

(Farewell, dead man.)

(…)

(…)

Rich Russillo: # KAI RABEAUX SURVIVES THE LEVEL UP—

(…)

Thadd Blazevich: AND SUDDENLY TURNS THE COVER INTO A DOUBLE-LEG CRADLE!!! SHOULDERS ARE DOWN.

OOONNNEEE!!!

TTTTWWWWOOOO!!!!

TTTTTTHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

(# DING……! DING……! DING……!!!)

(The bell ominously rung in gasping silence… like a death knell.)

(He is…)

(The Next Level, Adam Lucas……)

(……and today, he drew his final breath.)

Thadd Blazevich: The Next Level… has just reached his final level…

Persephone

(The brunt of “Burn in My Light” by Mercy Drive fully reverberates in a stadium turned as lively as a graveyard. You could hear a pin drop… and that is because everyone is shocked, grief-stricken, heartbroken.)

(And Kai Rabeaux isn’t exempt from the shock.)

(But shock turns to awe. And awe turns to elation.)

(…As he rolls off the cover, the champion instantly demands that the title be given to him.)

(Without giving grief another moment, he snatches his Hardcore Championship from the ref, raising it up to the heavens, the shocking end of the career of Adam Lucas an afterthought.)

Bella Braxton: The winner of this match… AND STILL THE EAW HARDCORE CHAMPION… KAI RABEAUX!!!!

Rich Russillo: I am… speechless.

Thadd Blazevich: Just like that, bro?

Persephone: He… he actually lost his career because of a roll-up…? Am I… Do I…carry a curse…?

(Adam Lucas played the perfect game… he finally got the better of Kai with the Level Up… Just for Kai to kick out of it.)

(Fucking despair.)

(Kai… the bluff of the century.)

(As he celebrates with the Hardcore Championship, fatal injuries suddenly feel like flesh wounds… Without care for it all, without remorse, but pure apathy… Kai Rabeaux feels as if he has reached the ninth sky.)

(None of it matters. Not even liberation.)

(Adam Lucas looked on, defeated, shocked… blood on his entire body, white of his eyes reddened, pure misery etched on his face…)

(The final ever EAW PURE Champion. EAW Hardcore Champion. King of Elite. Answers World Champion. EAW World Champion. EAW Hall of Famer…)

(…and above all, a far too loving husband.)

(Stab wounds to the head, a chair leg forcefully driven as his father’s submission was locked onto him. Scars from chair shots and barbed wire, forced into his back without mercy. An open hairline as caused by a lawn dart into steel steps. An Unprettier & Piledriver directly on steel steps. Thumbtacks driven into his face. An anesthetic jabbed into his arm. Amphetamine jabbed into his neck. Eight additional syringe stabs, one through his mouth. Low blows. Alcohol and anti-depressants mixed into his mouth, an overdose the intention. Alcohol poured onto his opened wounds. Glass broken over his head, slashing through his body. A whiskey bottle stabbed into the side of his stomach. Among many more wounds.)

(And yet, he still fought ‘till the curtains closed on him…)

(That is what it took… to conclude the career of Adam Lucas.)

(On this night, he was irrational, vengeful, hypocritical, and ugly. He truly was Adam Lucas until the most bitter end.)

(Adam watches Kai celebrate, with more stolen valor than ever, shock still so difficult to process…)

(But shock turns to grief. And grief turns to anger.)

(…)

(# CRACK!!!)

(He couldn’t go down like this. He couldn’t let any celebration happen.)

(Kai Rabeaux goes down with him.)

(It’s suddenly as if none of the injuries mattered, and the adrenaline surged once more.)

(Without a moment’s hesitation, Adam takes Kai for the Level Up…)

(And he is driven into the mat… far too effortlessly.)

(But that’s not enough.)

(Kai is taken right back up…)

(# And The Final Resolution drives him headfirst, down into the debris-filled mat.)

(Still… It wasn’t enough.)

(Adam takes him up high, on the top rope…)

(# THE AVALANCHE FINAL RESOLUTION.)

(Celebrations were cut short. Grief, however, is perpetuated.)

(Without a glance, Adam Lucas leaves the ring.)

(The crowd… begins clapping… as Adam stops, raising his chin.)

(But he didn’t do so at the fanfare. He realized… not even that was enough.)

(He runs back into the ring, taking the discarded glass-filled baseball bat, and aims right for Kai’s already wounded stomach.)

(THUD!!! THUD!!! THUD!!! THUD!!! THUD!!! THUD!!! THUD!!! THUD!!! THUD!!!)

(A barrage of strikes, to appease the vengeance of his grief-stricken soul.)

(But it’s not enough.)

(Adam digs into his boot, taking out his EAW Hall of Fame ring… perhaps, a possible last measure saved up.)

(With as much care for its meaning as his career, he places it on his fingers, and crouches on top on Kai, doing with it the only thing it’s good for.)

(CRACK!! TWHACK!!!! WHAM!!! SMACK!! CRACK!!! WHAM!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!!!)

(But catharsis never comes… no matter how many times his fists rearrange his face…)

(No matter how many lows he sinks to, only mirroring those of which he hates…)

(Nothing helps.)

(…)

(Enough.)

???: (off-mic) That’s enough…

(It’s you…)

Dr. Bethany Blue: (off-mic) Don’t sink to this level.

(Bethany pulled Adam off of Kai.)

(The two look at one another… truly sharing a gaze, after so long.)

(Adam’s anger suddenly turns into something else entirely. Bethany takes a sharp glance at the glass-studded baseball bat on the mat, full of blood, her features briefly softening, before noticing Kai himself, a fish on land…)

(She exhales.)

(And then simply wipes blood off of Adam with a towel.)

(For the first time in far too long, Adam cracks a genuine smile, seeing Beth.)

(But Bethany decides, now is not the time. She jerks Kai up by the back of his head, signaling something with her finger towards Kai’s chest area.)

(Adam delivers a Code Blue, the punch to the heart, with the perfect precision she asked for, as Adam is well aware Beth wants nobody dying on her watch.)

(Adam doesn’t even let Kai falter to the mat… he tosses him to Bethany…)

(SMACK!!!)

(And the force of perhaps the strongest Code Blue she’s ever delivered strikes Kai.)

(For once, vindication truly feels like vindication.)

(His body shakes, faintly… as Bethany spits on him, before Adam simply tosses him to the outside.)

(With just Adam and Beth inside of the ring, the lingering silence begins to speak like no other.)

(Finally…)

Adam Lucas: (off-mic) I’m sorry.

Dr. Bethany Blue: …

Dr. Bethany Blue: -# (off-mic) …I know.

Adam Lucas: -# (off-mic) Can we…talk?

(Bethany hesitates…)

(But ultimately, she nods.)

(The two embrace, in a hug as sweet as when they first met, perhaps even sweeter, as the crowd begins to serenade.)

Crowd: THANK YOU ADAM!!! THANK YOU ADAM!!! THANK YOU ADAM!!! THANK YOU ADAM!!! THANK YOU ADAM!!! THANK YOU ADAM!!! THANK YOU ADAM!!!

(After an embrace that could last a lifetime, Beth, with the level of care she could never truly stray from, feeds Adam an antibiotic, to stop any lingering effects from the punishment Adam was dealt to kick in.)

(Bethany has never been more glad to see Adam… to know he’s still here with us… even if he looked like shit.)

(She smirks with honesty, and an unmistakable level of admiration, before going towards the timekeepers area, handing Adam Lucas a microphone to speak his peace one final time.)

Adam Lucas: There it is, the culmination of one of the most satisfying storylines I’ve had in my entire E-fed career. I said it in my Hall of Fame speech, and although I of course put this together ahead of the match, I’m 100% confident that it will have been an amazing conclusion to an epic piece of story telling from the staff, and hopefully one of many Pain for Pride moments. Bet you all thought Adam was gonna win right… I’m guessing that in a way, he kind of does.

Adam Lucas: Now, to the hard part.

Adam Lucas: Some of you might know, I’m a Granddad now, and honestly my time with them is precious, which doesn’t leave me much time for anything else. I have a wife who I adore, and I have other hobbies and frankly I’m of an age now where pretending to be a fictional character shouldn’t take up the time it does. About six months ago, I had a chat with my wife, and I came to the only conclusion I had. So, with that all in mind, no massive plot twist here… I am announcing my retirement from EAW. I want to really thank Kass at this point, because she’s been amazing from start to finish, when Adam’s career could have just dwindled away. Kass didn’t allow that and made good on a spectacular final story. I cannot thank her enough for this. I’ve tried to repay that with honestly some of my best Adam rp’s in a while. A team effort right to the end.

Adam Lucas; I want to reiterate what I said in the Hall of Fame, this place is so precious to me. The time I have spent with you all, is time I will never forget, or regret. I’ve had some amazing rp battles, told some truly amazing stories and it really is difficult to walk away. But I’m a firm believer that when you know, you know. I’ve given my all, and been given it all back. All stories must come to an end, and this is the end of mine.

Adam Lucas: So, thank you for reading and liking my promos over these five or six years. Every like brought a smile to my face. Thank you for loving, or hating Adam in equal doses, whether he was being boring, generic or in recent times an asshole or a crybaby misery guts. No matter how you thought of him, at least you thought something right? I’ll still be tuning into the shows unless I get kicked off the discord lol, because there’s a few stories I’m hooked on and want to see where they go, so maybe you’ll get a dm from me from time to time commiserating or congratulating. Take care, go well and remember always, EAW has your back and always will.

Adam Lucas: This isn’t a goodbye… it’s a see you down the tracks.

Adam Lucas: Love you all.

(In the end, Adam leaves the microphone on the ground, his final words addressed as the crowd gives him a rightful ovation.)

(Kai, meanwhile, watches on from the outside, leaning on the barricade, seething; clutching his pearl—the Hardcore Championship.)

(Adam glances at his finger…)

(And takes off the Hall of Fame ring that is covered in blood, slowly leaving it in the middle of the ring as a remnant to his legacy, and his fight against a meaningless system.)

Crowd: THANK YOU ADAM!!! THANK YOU ADAM!!! THANK YOU ADAM!!! THANK YOU ADAM!!! THANK YOU ADAM!!! THANK YOU ADAM!!! THANK YOU ADAM!!!

(Adam gives a faint wave, Bethany then helps Adam out, his injuries remaining apparent after such a brutal outing…)

Crowd: THANK YOU ADAM!!! THANK YOU ADAM!!! THANK YOU ADAM!!! THANK YOU ADAM!!! THANK YOU ADAM!!! THANK YOU ADAM!!! THANK YOU ADAM!!!

(Wrapping his arm over her shoulder, while pushing down on the ring ropes to assist him away.)

Crowd: THANK YOU ADAM!!! THANK YOU ADAM!!! THANK YOU ADAM!!! THANK YOU ADAM!!! THANK YOU ADAM!!! THANK YOU ADAM!!! THANK YOU ADAM!!!

(The two walk out side by side…)

(The hope of reconciliation sailing in the air, at long last.)

(When a chapter closes… another begins.)

(Thank you, Adam Lucas.)

(Matchcard graphic for the next match appears)

Stephie Love: The following contest is scheduled for…

Crowd: ONE FALL!

Stephie Love: AND IT IS FOR, THE EAW INTERWIRE CHAMPIONSHIP!!!

(“Cult Leader” by KiNG Mala plays throughout the arena, to a large reaction from this crowd here tonight! As Mia walks out onto the stage with the EAW Interwire Championship around her waist and a smirk on her face that wore a look of confidence. Her eyes straightforward and looking ahead at the ring as she’s finally making her way down to said ring and entering through the ropes!)

Stephie Love: Introducing the challenger! From Key West, Florida, weighing in at 115 pounds… MIAAAA SANTORO!!!

Jake Mercer: Here we go, another opportunity for Mia Santoro on the rise here. Tonight she faces yet another huge task in the form of Effy McAvoy! She is challenging her for the EAW Interwire Championship! And I for one can’t wait to see exactly how it all pans out.

Stew-o: Yes indeed Jake, I do agree with you! Mia Santoro has a big challenge ahead of her tonight, and she looks more than ready to bring the fight to Effy McAvoy. But you know that Effy is NOT going to let Mia have it easy!

(“Psycho” by That’s Outrageous began to play throughout the arena! The camera panned over towards the barrier, where we’d spot the EAW Interwire Champion! Effy McAvoy! And she wasn’t alone, being flanked by Ahren Fournier as both stood behind the barrier, before Effy finally made her way over it, entering the ring meanwhile Ahren stayed at ringside!)

Stephie Love: INTRODUCING THE EAW INTERWIRE CHAMPION!! ! Hailing from Watch Hill, Rhode Island, weighing in at 125 pounds… she is THE OMEN, EFFYYYYYYYYYYYYY! MCAVOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOY!

Flannery McCoy: It’s about that time to get into the action! I, for one, believe that we’re in for a great match here tonight, between these two women!

(DING! DING! DING!)

Jake Mercer: With the bell ringing now, both Effy and Mia Santoro step towards the center of the ring, Effy is wearing a frown on her face and rightly so! Mia did steal her title! After all. Effy is tilting her head slightly at the challenger here, but Mia doesn’t seem all too fazed!

Mia: (off-mic) Your little creepy gestures don’t scare me you witch!

Stew-O: Oof, you can tell that those words from Mia, to Effy really set something off there as Effy’s smile is slowly turning into more of a frown now.. I think that may have struck sort of a nerve in Effy! Effy starts walking towards Mia! But.. SLAP!! MIA JUST STRUCK EFFY WITH A SLAP TO THE FACE!!

Flannery McCoy: That could be heard throughout the arena! Effy’s head snapped to the side and now she’s looking down towards the canvas, and she does NOT look happy one bit! Mia stepped towards Effy.. BUT EFFY JUST TOOK MIA DOWN WITH A TACKLE TO THE CANVAS AND NOW SHE IS THROWING LEFT AND RIGHT HANDED PUNCHES AT THE FACE OF MIA’S!!

Jake Mercer: This match has started off hot! The EAW Interwire Champion, showing that she is not going to be tolerating disrespect from Mia. Mia is trying her best to cover up and soften up some of the blows! Before eventually rolling herself and Effy towards the ropes and now Mia slips out of the ring!!

Stew-O: Mia is now ringside, a hand on her face as she’s staring at Effy in a bit of shock. But hey! Mia did bring that onto herself with that blatant disrespect!

Mia: (off-mic) YOU CRAZY BITCH!!

Flannery McCoy: Effy McAvoy slips under the ropes and drops to the floor at ringside, before she starts the chase! Mia wants no part of it! She’s running from Effy! But Mia finally slides back into the ring! Effy goes to do the same. But she is caught halfway through by Mia who starts stomping down on the back of Effy’s her!! Mia with a strategy here it seems!

Jake Mercer: That may have been the strategy all along. “Find a way to reel the champion in.” And it most certainly worked! And now Mia Santoro has the upper hand, she’s brought Effy up to a seated position and she’s got her in a headlock now, looking to wear down the champion!! Good strategy here from Mia Santoro.. trying to keep the champion at bay.

Stew-O: Yeah, but Effy McAvoy is not looking to stay grounded for long. She is starting to push back against Mia, and she’s getting to her feet, though Mia still has the hold locked in! Effy slowly walks herself and Mia back towards the ropes, and she pushes her off and towards the opposite set of ropes! Mia bounces off of the ropes…

Flannery McCoy: BIG SHOULDER TACKLE SENDS THE CHAMPION DOWN TO THE CANVAS!!

Jake Mercer: Mia so far has been in control of this match! And she’s displaying a smirk on her face right now as she’s staring down towards Effy, before now she runs the ropes and comes back towards Effy.. EFFY TAKES MIA OFF OF HER FEET WITH A DROPKICK!! And she drops down into the pin!

(ONEEEEEEEEE!)

Stew-O: Mia kicks out at one! It’s going to take a whole lot more than that to keep Mia incapacitated for a 3-count, that’s for sure. But I don’t believe for a moment that Effy McAvoy is done with Mia as Effy is climbing to her feet. A clear thought in mind, to keep her offense pushing!

Flannery McCoy: Effy reaches down, grabbing Mia by the head and pulling her up onto her feet. Effy threw a huge punch towards the face of Mia’s! Mia is on wobbly legs! She’s stunned! Effy has Mia right where she wants her!

Jake Mercer: Effy wastes no time, turning and rushing towards the ropes! Effy rebounds off of the ropes, catching momentum as she rushes back at Mia Santoro!!

Stew-O: CRACK!! MIA LEVELED EFFY MCAVOY WITH A SUPERKICK UNDER THE JAW!! EFFY DROPS TO A KNEE AND SHE IS REELING!!!

Flannery McCoy: Mia shakes the punch from Effy off, before she turns and runs at the ropes now! She bounces off of the ropes and she is met with a PUMP BICYCLE KICK FROM EFFY MCAVOY!! Caught and stopped right in her tracks…

Jake Mercer: These two women are not looking to slow down one bit! And now it’s Effy pulling Mia into a front face lock here! She may be looking for that Snap Suplex!!

Stew-O: But Mia won’t allow it! She’s throwing shot after shot after shot at the ribcage of Effy’s! With each blow that lands, Effy is loosening up the hold more and more and this is giving Mia an opening…and SMACK!! MIA WITH AN OPEN PALM STRIKE TO EFFY’S CHEST!!

Flannery McCoy: Effy grabs at her chest, wincing in pain. But she isn’t backing down from Mia! Effy starts to throw punch after punch after punch after punch at Mia! Backing her up into the ropes!! And Mia’s back is up against the ropes figuratively and literally!! EFFY IS RELEASING ALL OF THAT FRUSTRATION!! She turns and she’s trying to run at the ropes..

Jake Mercer: BUT MIA GRABS AND SHE PULLS HER BACK IN!! BEFORE SENDING UP AND OVER THE TOP ROPE WITH AN EXPLODER SUPLEX!!

Stew-O: Effy tumbles down onto the apron!! Falling to the floor at ringside! She just crashed down hard onto the hardest part of the ring! And that gave Mia the space she needed to be able to finally get some of her bearings together. But she shouldn’t wait too long to get back on the offense.

Flannery McCoy: Well, it looks like she’s got the same exact thought that you have Stew. Mia Santoro is rolling out of the ring now, and making her way over to a kneeling Effy McAvoy who was working her way to her feet. Mia is walking Effy towards the announce table and she.. SLAMS HER HEAD DOWN OFF OF THE ANNOUNCE TABLE! But Mia isn’t done.. SHE SLAMS IT OFF OF THE ANNOUNCE TABLE A SECOND TIME!!

Jake Mercer: Effy drops to a knee now, and she’s reeling from those shots just now. Courtesy of Mia Santoro. Mia has a smile plastered on her face. She’s got hold of Effy again! But she stops to take in the moment, admiring her handy work right now. She’s got the champion reeling! Or.. so she thinks! Mia goes to force Effy to a vertical base. And she’s looking for something here!

Stew-O: BUT EFFY PUSHES MIA FORWARD AND INTO THE RING POST!! My goodness did you see the way she collided with that ring post!? Mia stumbles towards the ring apron and I don’t believe that she knows where she is right now, but she somehow manages to roll into the ring. Effy follows in behind..

Flannery McCoy: And now Effy is putting the boots to Mia Santoro! She is not holding back one bit. And why would she? When this woman stole her property. She’s making sure that Mia doesn’t steal from her again! Effy pulls Mia up onto her feet, before sending a SERIES OF STIFF PUNCHES AT HER!! BACKING MIA UP INTO THE CORNER!!

Jake Mercer: The crowd is fully behind Effy here tonight! And she is absolutely fired up right now. Effy takes a few steps back, before she charges in at Mia! She’s looking to connect with a stiff running boot into the corner-

Stew-O: BUT MIA JUST SOARED THROUGH THE AIR!! TAKING EFFY DOWN TO THE CANVAS WITH A METEORA FROM
THE SECOND ROPE AND SHE HOOKS THE LEGS!!

(ONEEEEEEEEE!)

(TWWWWO—)

Flannery McCoy: EFFY KICKS OUT!!

Jake Mercer: Mia Santoro sits up on her knees, running her fingers through her hair, before looking over towards the referee with a bit of a glare. But despite doing so, she mounts Effy and she begins to throw strike after strike at the face and head area of Effy’s! Effy covering up to soften the blows!!

Mia Santoro: (off-mic) That title is coming home with me!!!

Stew-O: Mia finally stops the onslaught, climbing up onto her feet. Before she reaches down, grabbing Effy up by the hair! And sending her towards the corner with an Irish whip!! Mia wastes no time.. running at Effy McAvoy!! Looking for a clothesline in the corner!!

Flannery McCoy: But Effy stops Mia dead in her tracks with a huge boot to the face!! Mia stumbles back, Effy walks out of the corner looking to start up her offense! BUT MIA GRABS EFFY TO A FRONT FACE LOCK!! RUSHES UP THE ROPES LOOKING FOR THAT TORNADO DDT—

Jake Mercer: NO! EFFY PLANTS MIA’S FEET INTO THE CANVAS!! BEFORE HOISTING HER UP SNAPPING HER BACK INTO THE CORNER TURNBUCKLES WITH A SNAP SUPLEX!!

Stew-O: Did we all just see the way that her body snapped off of those turnbuckles!? Mia rolls towards the center of the ring, holding her back in pain! Meanwhile Effy isn’t done with her attack! Effy is stalking Mia.. waiting for her to get to her feet..

Flannery McCoy: Mia is slowly, but surely starting to climb up and onto her feet! She’s still feeling the effects of the Snap Suplex in the corner. But Effy doesn’t care.. SHE RUSHES AT MIA!! CONNECTING WITH A KNEE TO THE SIDE OF THE HEAD!!

Jake Mercer: Mia is stunned!! But Effy isn’t done!! She follows that Knee up with a huge RUNNING NECKBREAKER TO MIA SANTORO!! DRIVING HER DOWN ONTO THE CANVAS!!

Stew-O: The REAL EAW Interwire Champion has been on a roll thus far! And Effy goes for the pin once again!! Hooking the leg!!

(ONNNEEEE!!!!)

(TWWWOOOO!!)

Flannery McCoy: MIA SANTORO SHOOTS THE SHOULDER UP!!

Jake Mercer: BUT THERE IS NO BREAKS IN BETWEEN FOR MIA!! EFFY TRANSITIONS OVER INTO “CALL TO ARMS!!” EFFY HAS THE CROSS ARMBREAKER LOCKED IN!!

Stew-O: AND MIA IS SCREAMING IN PAIN!! SHE IS LOOKING FOR A WAY OUT!! EFFY LOOKING TO RIP THE ARM OFF OF A THIEF!!

Flannery McCoy: I BELIEVE THAT IS A JUSTIFIABLE PUNISHMENT!! But Mia somehow is finding a way through! She reaches over, trying to pry Effy’s hands loose! But Mia uses her lower body to push to her feet and press Effy’s shoulders back onto the canvas!!

(ONNNEEEE!!!)

(TWWWOOOO!!!)

(THR—)

Jake Mercer: Effy kicks out! But that was close! She just almost lost off of a roll up!! Both women rise back to their feet! But it’s Mia who is quicker to the punch.. SUPERKICK TO THE KNEE!! DROPS EFFY TO A KNEE!! BEFORE MIA CRACKS HER OVER THE HEAD WITH A ROUNDHOUSE KICK!! “TWO FOR THE ROAD!!” DOWN GOES EFFY!!

Stew-O: Mia drops down into the cover!! And she hooks the leg! Looking to “solidify” herself as the NEW EAW Interwire Champion!! And the ref drops into the count!!

(ONNNEEEE!!!)

(TWWWOOOO!!!)

(THREEEE….)

Flannery McCoy: EFFY MCAVOY GETS THE SHOULDER UP!! SHE IS STILL ALIVE!!

Mia Santoro: (off-mic) ARE YOU KIDDING ME!? YOU’RE A SORRY EXCUSE FOR A REFEREE!!

Jake Mercer: It looks like the Obsession is very heated right now. But as it stands, the referee has the last say! Mia climbs up onto her feet, before she leaps up! AND SHE COMES CRASHING DOWN ONTO THE CHEST OF EFFY’S WITH A DOUBLE FOOT STOM—

Stew-O: EFFY ROLLS OUT OF HARMS WAY!! Effy is starting to get up to her feet. But as she finally gets to a vertical base.. Mia rolls through and she leaps up!! I think she’s looking for that Rolling Thunder Dropkick!!

Flannery McCoy: BUT EFFY CAUGHT HER OUT OF THE AIR AND INTO A BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!! SENDING MIA CRASHING TO THE CANVAS!! It was very well scouted by Effy!!

Jake Mercer: And now Mia is lying on the canvas and writhing in pain as she’s holding her back from the forceful impact that was her, crashing down onto the canvas!! But Mia is taking precautionary measures! She rolls out onto the apron..

Stew-O: Well, that doesn’t seem to matter, because Effy is following her! Effy steps between the ropes and onto the apron and she begins to climb back up onto the second turnbuckle, looking at the downed Mia Santoro!! Oh no.. what’s Effy- SHE JUMPS!! DOUBLE FOOT STOMP TO THE CHEST OF MIA’S ONTO THE APRON!!

Flannery McCoy: And Mia immediately clutches at her chest, rolling off of the apron and to the floor at ringside now! But that could’ve been the potential blow to end this match! Effy needs to get Mia into the ring and she needs to do it now!!

Jake Mercer: Effy drops down off of the apron, before reaching down and grabbing Mia up onto her feet, and rolling her into the ring! The Omen rolls in right after and she goes to pin Mia! Hooking the leg!!!

(ONNNNEEE!!!)

(TWWWWOOO!!!)

(THREEEEE—)

Stew-O: THE COUNT IS STOPPED!! BY MIA SANTORO LOCKING IN A TRIANGLE CHOKE TO EFFY MCAVOY!! THE OBSESSION HAS IT LOCKED IN TIGHT!!

Flannery McCoy: EFFY DESPERATELY TRYING TO GET OUT OF IT! SHE IS WAVING THAT FREE ARM!! MEANWHILE SCREAMING AT THE REF THAT SHE IS NOT GIVING UP!!

Jake Mercer: BUT MIA STARTS TO DRIVE ELBOWS DOWN INTO THE HEAD OF EFFY’S NOW!! TRYING TO WEAR HER DOWN!!

Stew-O: Oh no.. it looks like Effy’s movements are getting slower and more sluggish now, as she’s dropping down to a knee.. this may just be over!! Mia isn’t letting go!!

(THE REFEREE GOES TO RAISE EFFY’S ARM!!)

(IT DROPS!!!)

(THE REFEREE GOES TO RAISE IT AGAIN!!)

(IT DROPS ONCE MORE!!)

(THE REFEREE RAISES EFFY’S ARM AGAIN!!)

(IT DROP—)

Flannery McCoy: NO!! EFFY REACHES OUT AND SHE GRABS THE REFEREE AND THE CROWD COMES ALIVE!! EFFY MCAVOY IS STILL ALIVE!! HER HOPES OF GETTING HER TITLE BACK IN HER POSSESSION ARE STILL INTACT!!

Jake Mercer: And Mia can’t believe it! She thought that she had her right where she wanted her! But Effy just isn’t giving in! Effy is starting to get her feet slowly! Mia still has the hold attached! But she let go of Effy’s hands, now hanging from her body.. LOOKING FOR A FRANKENSTEINER!!!

Stew-O: BUT EFFY PUSHES MIA’S LEGS OFF OF HER SHOULDERS AND MIA DROPS TO HER KNEES!! Effy pulls Mia up and she pulls her head between her quads as she double underhooks her arms!! SHE HOISTS HER UP!! PLANTING HER BACK DOWN ONTO THE CANVAS!! WITH A DOUBLE UNDERHOOK POWERBOMB!!

Flannery McCoy: But Effy rolls Mia through, and pulls her back to her feet and Effy grabs hold of Mia from a rear waist lock, taking hold of her arm, before she spins her around and CRACK!! “THE CLIMAX!!!” EFFY GOES TO DRILL MIA WITH A RIPCORD KNEE STRIKE!!

Jake Mercer: NO!! MIA GOES TO STRIKE WITH A CUTTER!!!

Stew-O: NO!! EFFY CATCHES IT!! SHE HOISTS MIA UP!! GOING FOR A BACK SUPLEX!!

Flannery McCoy: BUT MIA FLIPS OUT OF HOLD!! LANDING ON HER FEET!! AND MIA WRAPS AN ARM AROUND EFFY!! AN INVERTED FACE LOCK!! LOOKING TO DRIVE HER DOWN INTO THE CANVAS WITH AN INVERTED DDT!!!

Jake Mercer: NO!! EFFY SHOOTS UP!! KEEPS HOLD OF THE ARM!! SPINS AROUND!! PULLS MIA INTO A REAR WAIST LOCK AND SHE CONNECTS WITH “THE CLIMAX!!!” THIS TIME!!! BANG!!!

Stew-O: Mia reels back into the ropes.. SHE BLASTS EFFY WITH A ROLLING WHEEL KICK!!! “KILLING MOON!!!” AND NOW BOTH WOMEN ARE DOWN IN THE CENTER OF THE RING!! THE CROWD IS ON THEIR FEET!!!!

Flannery McCoy: BLOW FOR BLOW!! NEITHER OF THESE WOMEN HAVE BACKED DOWN FROM ONE ANOTHER!! EFFY FIGHTING TO TAKE HER TITLE BACK AND MIA FIGHTING TO PROVE WHY SHE BELIEVES SHE DESERVES TO KEEP IT!!

Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME!!! THIS IS AWESOME!! THIS IS AWESOME!!!

Jake Mercer: I couldn’t agree more. Both women are starting to push back up onto their feet now! Mia on her hands and knees.. Effy stumbles towards Mia.. SHE JUMPS!! SHE’S GOING FOR THE CURB STOMP!! TO END IT ALL!!

Stew-O: MIA RISES UP!! AS A LAUNCH PAD FOR EFFY!! BEFORE CATCHING HER AND BRINGING HER CRASHING DOWN WITH A CUTTER FROM OUT OF THE AIR!!! EFFY HAS GOT TO BE FINISHED AFTER THAT!!! MIA ROLLS EFFY OVER AND HOOKS THE LEG!!

(ONNNNEEEE!!!)

(TWWWWOOOO!!!)

(THREEEEEEEEEE—)

Flannery McCoy: EFFY MCAVOY SHOOTS THE SHOULDER UP!!

Jake Mercer: Mia Santoro.. the look on her face says it all, she looks like she is about to let a scream rip! Right about now. Mia pushes off of Effy, falling back into a seated position, trying to figure out what it is she needs to do..

Stew-O: Here it is now, Mia Santoro climbing up onto her feet. And she’s standing over Effy McAvoy now as Effy is climbing up onto her hands and knees! But Mia is showing the ultimate disrespect here.. SHOVING EFFY IN THE FACE!!

Mia Santoro: (off-mic) You don’t deserve to be champion!

(SHOVE TO THE FACE!!)

Mia Santoro: (off-mic) STAY..DOWN!!

(SHOVE TO THE FAC!!!)

Flannery McCoy: The blatant disrespect here on display by Mia Santoro is disgusting! Especially when she’s the one who is the thief here! This isn’t right!! And now Effy McAvoy is in a kneeling position..MIA JUST SLAPPED HER ACROSS THE FACE!!

Jake Mercer: The disrespect from Mia just continues here. She really believes that she’s the one who should be holding the EAW Interwire Championship. Mia grabs Effy up onto her feet, before she goes to SLAP HER AGAIN!

Stew-O: But Effy catches Mia’s hand!! And now Effy has gained a new spark of fire!! She’s taking it to Mia Santoro right now with right hand after right hand!! Backing Mia up and into the corner! I bet Mia is regretting her disrespectful tactics now! Effy.. DRIVES A KNEE INTO MIA’S MIDSECTION!!

Flannery McCoy: Effy stops her offensive onslaught, before Mia comes stumbling out of the corner, still on her feet. And Effy rushes in with a knee to the head!! Before RUNNING TOWARDS MIA AND DRIVING HER DOWN ONTO THE CANVAS WITH A SWINGING NECKBREAKER!! Effy hooks the leg!

(ONNNNEEEE!!!)

(TWWWWOOOO!!!)

(THREEEEEEEEEE—)

Jake Mercer: Mia….

(….)

(….)

Stew-O: Doesn’t kick out!!

Flannery McCoy: BECAUSE HER FOOT IS ON THE ROPE!! Mia Santoro just barely survived!! She was just in the right spot at the right time and that may have just saved her the match and a chance at letting that title slip through her fingers!

Jake Mercer: Effy sits up on her knees, looking down towards Mia Santoro, a deep breath leaving her mouth. Effy climbs onto and mounts Mia.. and now she’s SMOTHERING HER WITH LEFT AND RIGHT HANDS!!! LETTING LOOSE ON MIA SANTORO!!

Stew-O: But Mia finds a way to push Effy off of her!! Mia rolls away from Effy McAvoy. I believe she’s looking to create some space. But Effy isn’t letting it get to that point! She rushes back towards Mia!!

(CRACK!!!)

Flannery McCoy: MIA CATCHES EFFY WITH AN OPEN PALM STRIKE TO THE FACE!!

Jake Mercer: That was right on the money! Effy stumbled back from that shot. She seems to be absolutely rocked by it! Mia shakes her head, getting her bearings back together, before she goes for another one!! But EFFY CRACKS MIA ACROSS THE JAW WITH A STIFF RIGHT HAND TO THE JAW!!

Stew-O: Both women are on wobbly legs right now! They have to be running on pure adrenaline and hatred! Neither woman is making a move yet as they’re trying to catch their balance here and stay upright…

Flannery McCoy: They grab on to one another keeping one another afloat. But I can promise you that it isn’t kindness from the heart!! THERE IT IS!! THEY’RE COMING TO BLOWS IN THE CENTER OF THE RING!! TRADING SHOT AFTER SHOT!!!

Jake Mercer: Mia suddenly pushes Effy off of her!! And she GOES TO STRIKE WITH A SUPERKICK!! But.. EFFY MCAVOY DUCKS UNDER AND RUSHES AT THE ROPES….

Stew-O: Effy comes sprinting back towards Mia Santoro and she’s looking to put an end to this match!! EFFY GOES TO STRIKE WITH A CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL!! “PROTECT YA NECK!!”

Flannery McCoy: NO!! MIA FLOATS OVER THE ARM!! AND SHE LANDS ON HER FEET!! AND MIA CONNECTS WITH A PELE KICK TO EFFY!!

Jake Mercer: Effy falls back into the ropes, the momentum of the ropes carrying her forward and back up onto her feet as.. CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL!! “PROTECT YA NECK CONNECTS!!” TURNING MIA INSIDE OUT!!!

Stew-O: BUT EFFY CAN’T MUSTER UP ENOUGH TO HOOK THE LEG!! And both women are down for the moment! This has been nothing short of incredible from these two women here tonight!! Just wanting to destroy one another!!

Flannery McCoy: My goodness! Neither one of these women have given in quite yet. You have to wonder exactly what it’s going to take.

Jake Mercer: Finally, Effy is starting to stir, climbing up onto her feet. She’s looking to end this once and for all. Effy steps back and into the corner, her eyes locked onto Mia Santoro as Mia is struggling to get onto her hands and knees!! Effy wants to end this!! She runs in at the downed Mia.. THE CURB STOMP!! “STORYBOOK END—“

Stew-O: No!! Mia pulls Effy down into a pin!! But Effy quickly kicks out!! Mia rushes at the ropes!! She leaps up onto the ropes and springs off towards Effy!! For a Springboard Cutter!!! “WOLFSBANE!!!!”

(..)
(..)
(..)

Flannery McCoy: NO!! EFFY CATCHES MIA!! PULLING HER INTO A REAR WAISTLOCK AS SHE GRABS HER ARMS!! SHE SPINS HER AROUND!!! RIPCORD KNEE STRIKE!!! “THE CLIMAX!!!” IT CONNECTS!!

Jake Mercer: MIA DROPS TO HER HANDS AND KNEES!! AND EFFY STUMBLES BACK INTO THE CORNER!! SHE CALLS FOR IT!! RUNNING AT MIA!! SHE LEAPS UP!!! “STORYBOOK ENDING!!!” CURB STOMP CONNECTS!!!

Stew-O: EFFY HOOKS THE LEG LOOKING TO RETAIN!!!

(ONNNNEEEE!!!)

(TWWWWOOOO!!!)

(THREEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!)

(DING DING DING!!!)

Flannery McCoy: She’s done it!! Effy has retained!! And the EAW Interwire Championship is back in the rightful hands of the owner!!

Jake Mercer: As it should be! What a match here tonight and what an effort from Mia Santoro. But she learned that in the end that all thieves don’t get a happy ending!

(“Psycho” by That’s Outrageous plays through the speakers, as Effy is helped up onto her feet by the referee, before being handed her title and having her hand raised in victory! The last shot being seen is Effy McAvoy clutching her EAW Interwire Championship close to her chest..)

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EAW: The shot opens in the ring, focused on Bella Braxton with a microphone in hand.

Bella Braxton: The following contest is a triple-threat match scheduled for one fall!

Crowd: ONE FALL!!!

EAW: As the crowd settled in, “Lowlife Princess” began to play to a strong chorus of boos. The crowd made it easy to gauge their opinion of the person as Miku Sakai stormed onto the stage, paying little attention to them as she began to make her way down the ramp, marching towards the ring with purpose.

Bella Braxton: Introducing first, from Fukui, Japan…THE ENEMY OF THE PEOPLE…MIKU SAKAI!!

Stew-O: The first in this all-star triple threat match will be Voltage’s own Miku Sakai! Pain For Pride has not been kind to her, but she’s proven herself to be more than capable of handling the highest level of competition here, and she’s the last person you want to count out in a match that is sure to become as chaotic as this one.

Gavin Kirkland: She sure has a strong chance here so long as she plays her cards right. Things have been rocky for Miku, but she’ll be looking to end her season on a high note with a victory over two of the very best elitists in the game!

Persephone: She’s been here since the late Cretaceous period and hasn’t won shit at Pain For Pride; why are we supposed to entertain the thought of that changing??

EAW: “Lowlife Princess” began to quiet as Miku settled in the ring, stretching her arms out in the corner while awaiting her opponents. The brief wait ended as “Mirtazapine” began to play, eliciting a positive reaction from the audience, with Brianna Hill emerging from the back. Showing no hesitation, she began making her way down to the ring.

Bella Braxton: And second, from Cancún, Mexico…THE BUTTERFLY QUEEN…BRIANNA HILL!!

Stew-O: It’s been a complicated season for Brianna Hill, one full of highs and lows, but she’ll be going into this at the top of her game regardless.

Gavin Kirkland: MY BUTTERFLY QUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN!!!

Persephone: :cmon: Just stop talking.

Gavin Kirkland: She’s at peak performance, fully set on bringing home a final win of the season, and looks incredible all at the same time!

EAW: Brianna chose her corner and set her gaze on Miku Sakai for a brief moment, the latter promptly flipping her off as “Mirtazapine” faded out. After their brief shared glance, the two set their gaze on the top of the ramp as “Nakamura” took over the speakers to a majority-negative reaction. Slowly, the Empress of Elite emerged from the back, an off-putting grin staining KASAI’s face as she took in the atmosphere in the Rogers Centre. After a moment of pause, she began making her way down to the ring, her gaze sweeping over the arena before settling on her two opponents in the ring.

Bella Braxton: And lastly, from Amani, Kagoshima, Japan…she is the 2026 Empress of Elite…THE MATRIARCH…KASAI!!

Stew-O: KASAI is in the form of her life after King of Elite, scoring many impressive victories on the road to winning Empress of Elite this past winter, including victories over her two opponents tonight.

Gavin Kirkland: It’s hard to argue with the numbers here, but she’s painted quite the target on her back going into this. Miku and Brianna have acknowledged her role as the frontrunner in this match, so she’ll have to keep that head of hers on a swivel.

Persephone: Yeah, yeah, let’s get this thing over with. The entrances are making me tired.

Stew-O: Well, with all three competitors settled in the ring, it’s time to get this all-star triple threat match underway!

EAW: DING! DING! DING!

Gavin Kirkland: And of course, none of these three are gonna be rushing into things. No one wants to be the initiating force, running around like a headless chicken when you could be doing the smart thing and-

Stew-O: MIKU LAUNCHES A KICK RIGHT AT THE KNEE OF BRIANNA, WASTING NO TIME GETTING THINGS STARTED!

Gavin Kirkland: Never mind!

Stew-O: AND AS BRIANNA STUMBLES AWAY, KASAI RUSHES FORWARD WITH A ROUNDHOUSE, BUT MIKU IS ABLE TO DUCK UNDER IT! SHE GRABS THE ARM AND HEAD OF KASAI, DRAGGING HER TO THE MAT WITH A SMALL PACKAGE ALREADY!

Referee: ONE!

Persephone: Aw, she kicked out.

Stew-O: Whether the other two wanted a slow start or not, it seems that Miku Sakai has forced their hands to set a rapid pace!

Gavin Kirkland: Miku’s speed might be playing against her, stumbling backwards from the kick out…

Stew-O: AND INTO THE CLUTCHES OF A BACKSLIDE BY BRIANNA HILL!!

Referee: ONE!

Persephone: But she kicks out as well, man that would’ve been funny.

Stew-O: Miku’s kick out still plays against her, sending her into the ropes awkwardly and out onto the apron as Brianna reaches out in vain to keep her within arm’s reach!

Gavin Kirkland: Brianna’s forced to pivot, turning back inside the ring where KASAI is lying in wait! Brianna seems ready for it, looking for a clothesline!

Stew-O: But it’s KASAI’s turn, bringing Brianna to the ground with a victory roll, crossing her legs to tighten up the pin!

Referee: ONE!

Persephone: HA! Miku just slapped her in the back of the head. I’m almost willing to forgive her for letting this match go on.

Stew-O: She started this blitz of roll ups, so it’s only right that she brings it a close, focusing on real offense here as a dropkick grounds Brianna as soon as she made it up to one knee! Before KASAI can answer the slap, Miku reels her boot back and slams it into the back of KASAI, connecting with a stiff soccer kick immediately followed with a grounded side headlock, looking to slow the tempo!

Gavin Kirkland: While it seemed nonsensical to begin with, I think Miku has realized the inherent advantage of dictating the tempo in a match like this, leading her two rivals throughout by initiating every exchange!

Persephone: She’s not that smart, I’m sure she’s just winging it.

Stew-O: Well, regardless of the thought behind it, Miku’s gotta keep a careful balance, making sure to keep KASAI grounded with this headlock while keeping an eye on Brianna by the ropes, using the bottom rope as leverage to pull herself up after that dropkick!

Gavin Kirkland: She’s quick to cut that recovery off, dropping the headlock momentarily to rush over and drive her boot into the side of Brianna Hill, shoving her through the ropes, onto the apron and tumbling down the outside, eliminating her from the equation in the meantime!

Stew-O: Brianna Hill has been sent to the outside, and now Miku immediately turns her attention back toward KASAI before she can capitalize! It’ll take a lot of work, but Miku’s got a winning strategy here if she can keep it up.

Gavin Kirkland: Triple threats are all about reducing the number of threats at any given moment. The fewer people punching you in the face, the better!

Persephone: Real groundbreaking analysis.

Stew-O: And as KASAI attempts to force herself up a vertical position, Miku rushes in and drops her with a running blockbuster, folding her over and immediately capitalizing with a stacked cover!

Referee: ONE!

Referee: TWO-!

Gavin Kirkland: But KASAI’s still got a powerful kick out in her, practically throwing Miku Sakai off her with her legs, but now so decisive that she can immediately jump to a counterattack. Instead, she’s content with rolling over and nursing her jaw, fresh from being wrenched by Miku.

Stew-O: Miku can’t slow down now, she’s right back on the attack, following KASAI and driving her boot right into the back of the knee, quickly following up with a driven boot to the other leg, carefully positioning herself on the Empress of Elite’s calves! She may be looking for some kind of surfboard stretch!

Gavin Kirkland: That’s exactly what she’s looking for, sending a slap to the side of KASAI’s torso to then get a grip on the wrists of her, taking a moment to keep her balance before wrenching back, making her way to a seated position before pulling fully back, suspending KASAI in the air!

Persephone: This would be mildly impressive if she wasn’t sweating like a coal miner just to get her up there.

Stew-O: While KASAI is in no way ready to give up, she is surely being worn down by how drawn-out this stretch is, unable to break Miku’s grip on her wrists from such a position! She is at the mercy of Miku for the time being, forced to endure the punishment for as long as it is locked in!

Gavin Kirkland: It’s a taxing maneuver for Miku, as you so eloquently pointed out. She’s having to hold up the weight of a larger opponent from an incredibly uncomfortable position, focusing on keeping the balance right lest KASAI topples right down on top of her like a house of cards.

Stew-O: And she’s sticking to efficiency here, leaning forward to that seated position and releasing the grip, shoving KASAI forward and onto her stomach to free herself and give her a chance to return to her feet. Miku rolls up, hits the ropes and drops both knees right on the back of KASAI, still keeping the pace red hot as she flips her over and into a lateral press!

Referee: ONE!

Persephone: That move has never beaten anyone. Is she stupid?

Gavin Kirkland: Maybe not, but it sure has frustrated KASAI, forcing her to exert early effort to try and deny Miku’s overwhelming momentum here. Miku’s frustrated as well, but she is undoubtedly in the lead tonight!

Stew-O: And as she returns to her feet, she is right back on the attack, backing up to the ropes and measuring KASAI to her feet. She’s looking to keep momentum on her side, rushing forward with a forearm-!

Gavin Kirkland: But runs right into a high kick to the gut, stinging her badly and sending her stumbling towards the ropes, in a bit of a daze!

Persephone: And looks who’s back, Brianna’s back on the apron and catches Miku with a forearm on the jaw. Serves her right for this boring strategy.

Stew-O: Well, she knew she was gonna end up painting a target on her back with this sort of style, and it’s catching up with her as she runs right into KASAI who fires off a forearm, sending her back towards the ropes where Brianna Hill has entered the ring!

Gavin Kirkland: She’s found herself stuck between a rock and a hard place, being knocked back and forth with forearms like a ping pong ball! One forearm by Brianna! Another by KASAI!

Persephone: It’s nothing too violent but I can at least say this is more entertaining than whatever pseudo-strategic bullshit was going on before.

Stew-O: Brianna and KASAI have started to change their tunes, swapping to knife-edge chops to knock Miku Sakai back and forth, quickening the tempo as this turns into more of a test of strength between the two, seeing who can do the most damage while using Miku as an example!

Gavin Kirkland: It’s an unenviable position to be in, at least for most people…

Persephone: :cmon:

Gavin Kirkland: Miku’s started to slow down, losing her footing with each blow and finally dropping to a knee before Brianna and KASAI! The Matriarch and Butterfly Queen share a glance before picking up Miku, each hooking an arm and delivering a swift vertical suplex, planting her in the center of the ring!

Stew-O: This teamwork will be rather short lived, I’m sure, but for now Brianna and KASAI work together to eliminate Miku’s lead in this match, bringing her momentum to a halt in an instant and now leaving her as a non-combatant for the time being.

Gavin Kirkland: As Brianna rolls to her feet, her gaze is caught by the Empress of Elite, a sickening grin on her expression as she returns to a standing position. This is what we were waiting for, a retelling of their fateful battle in the Empress of Elite finals! Their seasons have, in large part, been shaped by that match, and now they’ll be ending their season facing off against each other once again!

Stew-O: The two of them begin to circle the center of the ring, moving in sync to keep proper distance in the meantime, before finally making their move! It’s Brianna who launches her attack first, connecting with a blitz of forearms to cut off KASAI’s attempted strike, sending her back a step!

Gavin Kirkland: And Brianna takes the window of opportunity to keep going, hitting the ropes and rushing towards KASAI with an outstretched arm for a clothesline-! But she’s swiftly met with a spinning elbow, connecting flush on the ear!

Stew-O: A stiff blow brings Brianna’s rush to an end, giving KASAI the initiative as she hits the ropes as well, looking for a clothesline of her own! But this one is met by a clothesline by Brianna as well, with neither elitist gaining the advantage!

Persephone: At least Brianna is still trying to put some offense together, immediately driving her elbow into the side of KASAI’s head just to keep this somewhat interesting. Better that than the both of them just standing there leaning on each other.

Gavin Kirkland: She’s doing a lot more than that, lifting one arm over the other and hooking the leg, reeling back and flinging KASAI into the corner with a swift exploder Suplex! The Matriarch slowly rolls out of the corner, in a daze as Brianna backs up to the ropes, measuring her once again-!

Stew-O: But she’s promptly tripped up and dragged under the bottom rope! Miku Sakai was waiting on the outside, biding her time to strike and isolate one of her opponents again!

Gavin Kirkland: And she wastes no time driving Brianna head first into the ring post, and then runs the other way to drive her gut first into the steel steps, almost knocking her over them! She looks almost pissed off, but seems to be back in control of this match as she sends a dropkick to the back of Brianna, knocking her into the steps again!

Persephone: Getting the steps involved is a nice touch, if not bland as fuck.

Stew-O: Multiple clubbing blows to the back follow, with Miku now dragging Brianna away from the steps and setting her head up between her legs, lifting her up to put her in position for a powerbomb…but Brianna is already fighting back, sending a punch right into the skull of Sakai, forcing her to drop Brianna in an instant

Gavin Kirkland: But those blows continue even after dropping her, with Brianna unleashing a flurry of punches to the head of Miku and Miku reciprocating after a brief pause! These two are lighting each other on the outside-! WAIT, LOOK BACK INSIDE!

Stew-O: KASAI DIVES THROUGH THE ROPES, TAKING OUT BRIANNA HILL AND MIKU SAKAI WITH A SUICIDE DIVE! THAT’S GOT THE MATRIARCH FIRED UP!

Gavin Kirkland: It was less of a dive and more like she flung herself through the ropes! And even with that reckless maneuver, she landed on her feet as well! She’s proving herself to be the strong favorite tonight.

Persephone: While that was mostly performative to almost look cool, she is teasing everyone, including me, by looking to do something actually dangerous now, grabbing Brianna by the hair and pulling her along the ramp.

Stew-O: As they stray further and further from the ring, the higher the risk increases. A quick jab from KASAI is able to stun Brianna, keeping her in place as KASAI looks to set up something here!

Gavin Kirkland: She’s starting to lift Brianna up on her shoulders into a torture wrack position! Oh I know what this is, she’s looking drop Brianna onto the ramp with a spinning powerbomb, now beginning to twist-!

Persephone: But Brianna won’t let anything fun happen, sending a weak ass punch at the face of KASAI which somehow makes her give up and drop her.

Stew-O: And as Brianna lands…SHE CONNECTS WITH A VICIOUS HEADBUTT! KASAI IS STUNNED, ALMOST LOSING HER FOOTING!

Gavin Kirkland: AND NOW ITS BRIANNA LOOKING FOR SOMETHING HERE, TUCKING KASAI’S HEAD BETWEEN HER LEGS, LOOKING TO HOOK THE ARMS, FOR THE GRUDGE, A TIGER DRIVER ON THE RAMP-!

Persephone: Oh goddamn it.

Stew-O: Now it’s KASAI who slips out, landing on her feet and immediately catching Brianna high with a roundhouse kick! Brianna’s head droops forward, on jelly legs!

Gavin Kirkland: And KASAI looks to capitalize, placing Brianna’s head between her legs…AND PULLING BACK, SPIKING BRIANNA’S HEAD INTO THE RAMP WITH A PILEDRIVER!

Persephone: FINALLY! THAT WAS GREAT, MORE OF THAT!

Stew-O: THAT WAS A SICKENING NOISE WE JUST HEARD AS BRIANNA’S SKULL COLLIDED WITH THE HARD RAMP FLOOR, AND KASAI IS MORE THAN PLEASED WITH HERSELF! SHE MAY HAVE JUST ELIMINATED BRIANNA FOR MOST OF THIS MATCH!

Gavin Kirkland: As soon as that roundhouse connected, you knew Brianna was gonna be in a vulnerable state, and the Matriarch didn’t skip a beat in taking advantage, immediately following up with a rather swift Piledriver. Right now, she’s back in the driver’s seat.

Persephone: Luckily, all she has to deal with is Miku, who’s still trying to figure out what timezone she’s in.

Stew-O: Well, KASAI can now take her time in strolling back to the ring, hell, she could skip back to the ring, slowly walking back down the ramp and heading back into the ring via the steps, keeping Miku in her sight.

Gavin Kirkland: Miku’s nearly up to a vertical basis, realizing that KASAI is returning to the ring and will most likely be looking to end this match! KASAI makes her way back into the ring, immediately looking to pick up Miku…

Stew-O: BUT MIKU QUICKLY PULLS HER TO THE MAT WITH A SMALL PACKAGE!

Referee: ONE!

Referee: TWO!

Gavin Kirkland: OH MAN THAT WAS CLOSE! KASAI KICKS OUT, BUT THAT ONE DEFINITELY CAUGHT HER OFF GUARD, AND FOR A MOMENT A LOT OF PEOPLE IN THIS BUILDING THOUGHT THAT WAS IT, INCLUDING MIKU SAKAI!

Persephone: Would’ve been a great finish but, it’s not to be.

Stew-O: Now it’s a race to their feet, and Miku is just that much faster with KASAI right on her trail, wait-!

Gavin Kirkland: Thumb to the eye by Miku, and she just runs her nails across the eyes of KASAI! The matriarch yells out, throwing out a wild jab that’s slipped by Miku who is running at top speed!

Stew-O: Miku slips a wild jab by KASAI, hooks both arms, twisting and lifting…DROPPING KASAI RIGHT ON HER NECK WITH STARFALL! KASAI IS FOLDED, AND MIKU IMMEDIATELY STACKS HER UP, DESPERATELY LOOKING FOR THE FINISH HERE!

Referee: ONE!

Referee: TWO!

Gavin Kirkland: OH BUT KASAI KICKS OUT AGAIN! THAT WAS EVEN CLOSER, AND YOU CAN SEE THE FATIGUE BUILDING! WITH EACH KICK OUT, KASAI IS GROWING MORE SLUGGISH! MIKU’S LIVID, BUT THIS IS STILL HELPING HER IN THE LONG RUN!

Persephone: Looked cool, didn’t win her the match though so it’s a bit of a waste, especially since she’s wasting time being frustrated instead of actually mounting offense.

Stew-O: For a second, it felt like maybe Miku had done it, but even after getting blindsided, the Empress of Elite is proving her grit in a massive way, showing some excellent endurance as she’s already attempting to recover with the help of the ropes.

Gavin Kirkland: But it’s almost as soon as KASAI attempts to get up that Miku returns to the offensive, stomping away at the back of KASAI, forcing her back down to the mat in an instant as she uses the ropes for leverage, relentlessly driving her heel into the back of KASAI’s head, forcing the Matriarch to cover up and hope for the best!

Stew-O: Miku is showing some frustration here. She knows that she can only keep up this hot pace for so long, and eventually Brianna will recover, so she can only rely on this isolated match up for so long! She wants a finish here, and she wants it quickly, finally breaking the series of stomps and starts to backpeddle across the ring, keeping KASAI in her sights.

Gavin Kirkland: KASAI is beginning to stir, and as soon as she’s up to her feet, Miku charges forward-!

Stew-O: CUCK KILLER!

Gavin Kirkland: CAUGHT BY KASAI! SHE’S GOT MIKU UP IN THE AIR, HOLDING HER IN PLACE AS MIKU TRIES WITH ALL HER MIGHT TO SHIFT HER WEIGHT AND FORCE KASAI TO DROP HER, BUT KASAI IS REFUSING TO DO SO!

Stew-O: ON THE CONTRARY, SHE POPS MIKU RIGHT UP IN THE AIR!

Persephone: OH SHIT SHE TOOK HER HEAD OFF!

Stew-O: MID-AIR MATRICIDE! INHUMAN REACTIONS BY KASAI, FINDING THE WHEREWITHALL TO IMMEDIATELY ROTATE AND CATCH A FALLING MIKU WITH THAT SKULL KICK FLUSH ON THE CHIN!

Gavin Kirkland: AND THAT VERY WELL MIGHT’VE KNOCKED HER UNCONSCIOUS! MIKU IS SLUMPED OVER, BUT KASAI IS STUMBLING, STILL FEELING THE EFFECTS OF THOSE REPEATED STOMPS TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD!

Persephone: PIN HER YOU IDIOT!

Stew-O: SHE FINALLY FALLS INTO THE COVER, HOOKING BOTH LEGS!

Referee: ONE!

Referee: TWO!

Referee: THREE-!

Gavin Kirkland: BROKEN UP AT THE LAST SECOND! BRIANNA DIVES INTO THE RING AND COLLIDES AGAINST KASAI, KNOCKING HER OFF!

Stew-O: Whether Miku Sakai was going to kick out or not is hard to tell, but Brianna Hill could not take that chance! She’s visibly in a daze, barely up from taking that Piledriver on the ramp, but she recognized the danger in the ring and made a huge play to keep this match alive.

Persephone: If she just fell forward immediately this would be over… :mjcry:

Gavin Kirkland: And while disappointing, KASAI cannot afford to slow down. Brianna’s still dazed, but not for long, so she has to prioritize being the first on her feet, rolling to the ropes for support.

Stew-O: Brianna’s beginning to stir as well, but KASAI immediately lunges at her and downs her with a knee! The movement nearly made her lose her footing, but she’s able to grab the ropes, keeping herself upright above Brianna, and as she looks to the ropes, she quickly figures out her next move!

Gavin Kirkland: KASAI is wasting no time rolling under the ropes, pulling herself up on the apron and now starts to make her way to the corner, climbing up the ropes with haste! She has to be careful to keep her balance, now precariously positioned on the top rope with her back facing the ring!

Stew-O: She glances over her shoulder, making sure Brianna is still down! Her hopes are confirmed, and she prepares to take flight! Kitsune’s Blessing V2, here we go!

Persephone: Of course Miku is back up! Like a headless chicken she throws herself at the ropes, forcing KASAI to lose her balance and fall onto the turnbuckle!

Gavin Kirkland: Some solid quick thinking on the part of Miku Sakai, who is not in the mood to let KASAI simplify things just yet. Even if she lets KASAI take out Brianna Hill, they’d just be an even fight, and I don’t think Miku wants to take that gamble.

Stew-O: With both Brianna and KASAI down, Miku’s got to decide what she wants to do with the opportunity. She takes a moment to think about it, before finally slipping under the rope and now begins to climb after KASAI!

Persephone: This is an all-time dumb decision by Miku, and she’s made a lot of really stupid decisions. Oh well, at least it’s consistent.

Gavin Kirkland: She’s taking an awkward angle here, making room for herself by standing on the ringpost itself, facing KASAI who is still on the turnbuckle! She just might be thinking of a sunset flip powerbomb from all the way up there!

Stew-O: KASAI not letting this go without a fight! She leans her head back and slaps the taste out of Miku’s mouth, almost knocking her off the ringpost entirely!

Gavin Kirkland: But luckily, she’s able to pivot and catch herself, but now her back is turned to KASAI, and she’s followed it up with a clubbing blow to the back, rattling Sakai!

Persephone: If only she fell off then and there.

Stew-O: KASAI takes the opportunity to sit up, now balancing herself on the ropes properly in a standing position, grabbing the hair of Miku and pulling her up! Whatever she’s got in mind, it can’t be good as- oh wait! Look at who’s back on her feet!

Gavin Kirkland: Brianna Hill lands a clubbing blow to the back of KASAI of her own, and now she’s starting to climb the ropes! All three women are congested in the corner, all on the ropes, and I think we all know this can only end one way! Brianna’s got her arms wrapped around the waist of KASAI, looking for an avalanche German suplex!

Stew-O: KASAI reaches out on instinct, and grabs the waist of Miku Sakai, who immediately grabs onto the ringpost to keep herself from falling! Brianna is wrenching back, KASAI is tightening her grip, and Miku is desperately trying to hold onto the ringpost! What is gonna give first?!

Persephone: Well, Miku already looks like she’s sweating bullets, and that sweat is making her grip slip.

Miku Sakai: (off-mic) LET GO OF ME!

Gavin Kirkland: Miku is fighting with all she’s got to hold on, trying to endure the grip strength of KASAI but she is not budging!

Miku Sakai: (off-mic) BITCH I SAID LET GO!

Stew-O: BIG ELBOW FROM MIKU TO THE SIDE OF KASAI’S HEAD, AND HER GRIP BREAKS IMMEDIATELY, BRIANNA LEANS BACK AND THERE SHE GOES!

Gavin Kirkland: AVALANCHE RELEASE GERMAN! KASAI IS SENT FLYING ACROSS THE RING, CRASHING AND BURNING AS BRIANNA ATTEMPTS TO ROLL TO HER FEET!

Persephone: BUT MIKU MOVES FIRST, RUSHING TO THE TOP ROPE-!

Stew-O: AND TAKES FLIGHT! SHE LEAPS THROUGH THE AIR, LOOKING FOR THE WALK OF SHAME TO BRIANNA HILL!

Gavin Kirkland: IT’S CAUGHT! BRIANNA PUMPS THE BRAKES AS SHE CATCHES MIKU, SWINGS WITH THE MOMENTUM AND PLACES HER HEAD BETWEEN HER LEGS, NOW MOVING TO HOOK THE ARMS!

Stew-O: UP SHE GOES AND DOWN SHE GOES WITH THE GRUDGE CONNECTING THIS TIME, AND SHE PLANTED MIKU RIGHT ON TOP OF THE BODY OF KASAI!

Gavin Kirkland: AND SHE DOESN’T EVEN BOTHER ROLLING MIKU OFF HER! SHE STACKS THE TWO BODIES ATOP EACH OTHER, AND PINS BOTH OF THEM AT THE SAME TIME!

Referee: ONE!

Referee: TWO!

Referee: THREE-!

EAW: …

Stew-O: KICK OUT BY THE BOTH OF THEM! DESPERATELY CLOSE, JUST A MILLISECOND AWAY FROM VICTORY BUT THE SHOULDERS OF KASAI AND MIKU SHOOT OFF THE MAT SIMULTANEOUSLY!

Gavin Kirkland: An exhausting exchange for all involved, but Brianna in particular seems the most mentally tired out. Of all three in this match, she seems to have taken the most damage, still showing the effects of that piledriver from earlier.

Persephone: Exhausted or not, can she pick up the pace here? Both Miku and KASAI are on death’s door.

Stew-O: Even while tired out, Brianna Hill is the first onto her feet, still holding an advantage over Miku and KASAI as her opponents attempt to stir.

Gavin Kirkland: As Brianna moves to the corner, Miku begins to pull herself up as well, still nursing her back as she grabs a hold of the middle rope. Meanwhile, KASAI rolls to the opposite side of the ring, using the ropes for assistance there as well!

Stew-O: And as soon as Miku is up on her feet, Brianna charges in-!

EAW: CHOP!

Gavin Kirkland: Wicked overhand chop by Brianna connects and Miku drops to one knee in an instant!

Stew-O: And she turns on a dime, moving across the ring to keep KASAI from building momentum!

EAW: CHOP!

Gavin Kirkland: Another big chop by Brianna and this one sends KASAI stumbling into the ropes! Brianna is starting to move across the ring again, focusing on Miku once more!

EAW: CHOP!

Stew-O: Brianna is not slowing down, knocking Miku back down, already moving back towards KASAI as this series of chops continues! Back and forth she goes, reddening the chests of her opponents with each charge!

Persephone: This is not helping my vertigo.

EAW: CHOP!

EAW: CHOP!

EAW: CHOP!

EAW: CHOP!

EAW: CHO-!

Gavin Kirkland: PARRIED BY KASAI WITH HER WRIST, FOLLOWED BY A KICK TO THE GUT!

Stew-O: But Brianna fights back with an elbow, knocking KASAI back-! Wait, Miku lunges forward with a kick to the inside of the knee, dropping Brianna to one knee! Brianna attempts to shove her away!

Gavin Kirkland: And gives the opening to KASAI who fires off a forearm, and now both Miku and KASAI are wailing on Brianna with stomps and punches!

Stew-O: Brianna is very quickly being overwhelmed by the two, forced to cover up as the strikes comes raining down, before suddenly popping up and leveling Miku with a stiff elbow, knocking her back towards the ropes, and then sends a back elbow to the nose of KASAI, forcing the same response!

Gavin Kirkland: Brianna is still caught between the two, and Miku charges in first, only for Brianna to side step and send her into KASAI-!

Persephone: MATRICIDE!

Stew-O: MIKU IS OUT ON HER FEET! SHE STUMBLES BACK, FALLING AGAINST BRIANNA, WHO SHOVES HER BODY INTO KASAI! KASAI SHOVES HER OUT OF THE WAY, SENDING HER ALL-BUT-UNCONSCIOUS BODY INTO THE ROPES!

Gavin Kirkland: AND GIVES BRIANNA THE CHANCE SHE WANTED! BRIANNA HITS THE ROPES AND LEAPS FORWARD!

Stew-O: HITS DIFFERENT! THE SHINING WIZARD CONNECTS AND TAKES KASAI’S HEAD OFF IN ONE FELL SWOOP! THE MATRIARCH IS OUT COLD AS BRIANNA ROLLS TO HER FEET!

Persephone: FINALLY, THIS MATCH IS ALL OVER-!

Gavin Kirkland: BRIANNA TURNS HER ATTENTION TO MIKU SAKAI, SLOWLY REBOUNDING OFF THE ROPES, OR NOT! SHE LEAPS UP INTO THE AIR WITH THE LAST OF HER ENERGY!

Stew-O: CUCK KILLER! MIKU TOOK HERSELF OUT JUST TO GET THE MOVE OFF, BUT IT COMPLETELY LAID OUT BRIANNA HILL WHO FALLS BACKWARDS…

Gavin Kirkland: AND ONTO THE BODY OF KASAI!

Referee: ONE!

Referee: TWO!

Referee: THREE!!!

EAW: …

Persephone: KASAI PULLS THE SHOULDERS OF BRIANNA BACK WITH A CRUCIFIX PIN!

Referee: ONE!

Referee: TWO!

Referee: THREE!!!

EAW: …

EAW: DING! DING! DING!

Bella Braxton: Ladies and gentlemen here is your winner… THE MATRIARCH, KASAIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!

EAW: KASAI immediately lets go of Brianna Hill, and the fans in attendance are stunned as “Nakamura” begins to play once more, not expecting such a turn of events whatsoever. All three women are down and out still, but slowly but surely, she starts to smile.

Stew-O: IT’S OVER! KASAI CAN’T EVEN CELEBRATE IMMEDIATELY, LAYING ON HER STOMACH AS THE BELL RINGS! ALL THREE WOMEN ARE OUT, UNMOVING!

Gavin Kirkland: WHAT A FINISH! THIS MATCH’S HOT PACE ENDURED FROM BELL TO BELL, BUT IN THE END KASAI PULLED OUT AN ACE FROM HER SLEEVE TO SECURE THE VICTORY!

Persephone: That was an exciting final stretch at the very least, almost makes up for the nonsense that infected most of the match.

EAW: KASAI slowly begins to rise, a grin across her face as she looks at Miku Sakai and Brianna Hill, both beginning to stir and realize the end result of the match. She raises her hands before the referee can even raise one, basking in her Pain For Pride glory as the match came to a close and panned elsewhere.

(The graphic for the next match appears)

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Gina Romano: THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS A FATAL FOUR-WAY SCRAMBLE MATCH! THE RULES ARE SIMPLE: ALL FOUR COMPETITORS WILL COMPETE SIMULTANEOUSLY, WITH FALLS BEING SCORED VIA PINFALL OR SUBMISSION WITHIN THE TWENTY-MINUTE TIME LIMIT! WHOEVER ACCUMULATES THE MOST FALLS BY THE FINAL BELL WILL BE DECLARED THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH!

(’Section’ by The Roots fills Rogers Centre into a loud and divided reaction from the crowd as the legend makes yet another grand entrance on the Pain For Pride stage. Karl Impact saunters down the ramp with that familiar, unhurried confidence, a subdued quality to his demeanour tonight, but that trademark smirk refusing to stay hidden as he makes his way toward the ring.)

Gina Romano: INTRODUCING FIRST!… FROM SEATTLE, WASHINGTON!… WEIGHING IN AT 228 POUNDS!… THE QUINTESSENTIAL CHAMPION!… IMPACTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!

Gavin Kirkland: Looking to inscribe yet another chapter into an already staggering legacy, Karl Impact arrives at Pain For Pride with every intention of adding another signature victory to a career that has already outlasted and outclassed virtually everyone who dared to measure themselves against it!

Sienna Swann: After everything he had to say about every single person in this match during the build, sweetie, the legend had better arrive tonight with something substantial left in that tank. Words are decorative. Results are structural.

Deadprez: The question of whether Karl Impact still possesses what it takes to compete at this altitude gets answered inside the next twenty minutes. There is no more eloquent way to put it than that.

(Karl settles into the ring and ‘Just Stop‘ by Disturbed strikes up as Pandora Paisley makes her entrance, emerging onto the stage with deliberate slowness, scanning the arena with those sharp, focused eyes before beginning her measured descent toward the ring.)

Gina Romano: NEXT!… FROM BLACKPOOL, ENGLAND!… WEIGHING IN AT 9 STONE!… THE HELL’S CAT!… PANDORAAAAAAAAAAA!…. PAISLEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!

Gavin Kirkland: What a journey this woman has been on, and regardless of what anyone chooses to say about the peaks and valleys along the way, Pandora Paisley is undeniably in the midst of a remarkable breakout season and she arrives at Pain For Pride tonight looking to close it with the most definitive statement of her career.

Deadprez: Whether that impressive trajectory translates into a victory in a match of this complexity and competition is something only the next twenty minutes can answer.

Sienna Swann: She walks into a room like she belongs at the front of it, sweetie. The attire is impeccable, the posture is immaculate, and the bone structure does not hurt either. She is the only person in this match I am prepared to invest any emotional energy into, and that is saying something considerable given my usual standards.

(Pandora steps through the ropes and ‘Natural’ by Imagine Dragons ignites a wall of booing as El Duque bounds onto the stage, practically vibrating with enthusiasm for his first Pain For Pride appearance. He sprints down the ramp with uncontainable energy, drinking in the atmosphere regardless of whether the crowd is offering warmth or hostility.)

Gina Romano: NEXT!… FROM STILLWATER, OKLAHOMA!… WEIGHING IN AT 212 POUNDS!… MASKED AND MARVELLOUS!… ELLLLLLLLL!!!! DUQUE!!!!!!!!!

Deadprez: A lucha libre representative making his Pain For Pride debut tonight, stepping into an environment that has chewed through far more experienced competitors than him without blinking. The ambition is evident. Whether it is enough is the question.

Sienna Swann: Sweetie, I genuinely doubt it.

Gavin Kirkland: El Duque! What an extraordinary human being and one of the most loyal companions Donovan Duke has in his corner!

Sienna Swann: Sweetie.

(El Duque slides into the ring and throws his arms wide to the crowd before ‘LIKE WEEZY’ by Playboi Carti hits through the arena and Joso emerges, oozing swagger from every angle, rolling his shoulders and flashing that self-assured look at the crowd before something shifts behind his eyes and the competitive intensity settles in completely as he walks toward the ring.)

Gina Romano: LAST!… FROM THE BRONX, NEW YORK!… WEIGHING IN AT 206 POUNDS!… THE STAR PLAYER!… JOSOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

Gavin Kirkland: After a catastrophic injury last year that genuinely threatened to end everything, Joso stands here tonight on the grandest stage of them all, looking to reclaim the glory that was violently stripped away from him and remind this entire industry exactly who he is!

Sienna Swann: If this man survived a grenade and still has the audacity to stand in front of us looking like that, sweetie, he had better walk out of this match with the victory. Anything less would be an insult to the sheer stubbornness it took to get here.

Deadprez: And let us be absolutely clear that every elitist in this match aside from El Duque has been forged through their own particular version of hell to arrive at this moment. This is not simply a scramble match. It is four competing narratives of survival, ambition, and identity colliding in the same ring at the same time. And only one of them gets to walk out with the ending they came here for.

(DING DING DING!)

(## TIME LIMIT: 20:00)

Gavin Kirkland: Scramble match underway and IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE! JOSO WITH A RUNNING BOOT! IMPACT IS DOWN BEFORE THIS THING HAS BARELY STARTED! WOW!

(Rogers Centre comes ALIVE as the entire building processes what just happened, the collective awe washing over every section of the crowd.)

Sienna Swann: I suppose he is simply getting too old and too slow to see something that obvious coming, sweetie.

Deadprez: Just like that, it is down to three! Joso came in here knowing exactly what this opportunity represents. This is his Pain For Pride moment, and he was not about to let a single second of it go to waste. He announced his presence as immediately and unambiguously as possible.

Gavin Kirkland: But things take an ugly turn immediately! Pandora and Duque are converging from behind, and together they swarm Joso before he can build any kind of momentum, raining down stomps and trying to strip this moment away from him before it even gets started! Anything goes in this match, let us never forget that! But Joso is fighting back! Right hand to Pandora, elbow driven into Duque to create some separation! Joso is not going quietly, not this early!

Deadprez: Joso sets his sights on Duque now, looking to put him away immediately with THE GRATEFUL DEATH, but Pandora intercepts with a kick straight to the gut, hooks him over, and sends him crashing to the canvas with a crisp Mexican Arm Drag that tumbles him all the way to the apron! Joso scrambles back to his feet at the corner, and Pandora is already charging in for THE CAT’S PAW, BUT JOSO SLIPS OUT OF THE WAY, AND THE EARLY ATTEMPT CONNECTS WITH NOTHING!

Sienna Swann: Everyone in this match is absolutely ravenous for that first fall, sweetie. It has been frenetic and borderline desperate from the opening second, and we have barely drawn a breath yet. This is going to be a mess.

Gavin Kirkland: Joso sends her back inside the ring with an ENZUIGIRI from the apron that snaps right across her face! Joso is now looking to springboard back inside, and Duque COMES FLYING IN FROM THE SIDE AND SHOVES JOSO OFF THE ROPES TO THE FLOOR! Joso hits the ground hard but somehow finds his footing and gets back upright in an instant… AND DUQUE IS ALREADY AIRBORNE WITH THE TOPE CON HILO THAT TAKES JOSO DOWN ON THE OUTSIDE! THIS MYSTERIOUS MASKED MAN IS AN ABSOLUTE FORCE OF UNPREDICTABLE ENERGY!

Deadprez: And now we are down to Pandora and El Duque alone in that ring. Two members of Silas World are standing across from one another. This just became a very interesting dynamic!

Sienna Swann: I did not drag myself through another week of this programme just to sit through yet another exhibition of organised chaos courtesy of that faction, sweetie. But I will make one exception here because, for reasons I am not entirely prepared to explain at this table, I do not mind watching Pandora compete.

Gavin Kirkland: Duque steps back into the ring and both competitors begin circling one another, quickly locking up in a collar and elbow tie-up with Pandora immediately asserting her dominance in the exchange and working around toward a headlock attempt!

Deadprez: Clean wrestling breaking out between these two. Duque reaches the arm over and drags her down to the canvas with a headlock takedown. Pandora responds instantly, using her legs to try and reclaim control with a head scissors lock attempt, but Duque kips straight out of it, LUNGES forward and rolls her over into a front headlock this time!

Gavin Kirkland: Duque gets hauled back up to his feet and the moment Pandora’s attention wavers, he seizes on it immediately, hooking one of her legs and ROLLING HER STRAIGHT OVER INTO A JACKKNIFE PINFALL BEFORE SHE CAN REACT!

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Gavin Kirkland: Pandora kicks out before Duque can steal that first fall from right underneath her! Duque scrambles back up and moves to press the advantage, but Pandora is already working from the canvas, using her legs to sweep him clean off his feet with a drop toe hold!

Deadprez: Pandora rises fluidly and drops the first leg across Duque, follows immediately with a second, and the THIRD registers across his back! She keeps the leg hooked this time and rolls him over into the cover!

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Deadprez: Duque kicks out at two to keep things level. This has been a genuinely solid exchange between these two, and it is worth remembering that there are other participants still lurking out there who would be more than happy to swoop in and steal a fall off the back of someone else’s hard work.

Sienna Swann: The wrestling itself is perfectly acceptable, sweetie, but knowing that every bit of it serves Silas Mason’s agenda in some capacity means I simply cannot bring myself to enjoy it fully. It is like being served a beautiful meal in a shitty restaurant.

Gavin Kirkland: Impact has FINALLY stirred and is making his way back to the ring! He slides in and STOMPS DOWN ON PANDORA before she can establish anything further while Duque rolls clear of the whole situation! It was not the most dignified opening for Impact, but the Quintessential Champion has no intention of allowing his legacy to gather dust in this match! Impact hauls Pandora back up and sends her hard into the ropes!

Deadprez: Karl winds up for the clothesline but Pandora ducks underneath it, slips around behind him and drives him chest-first into the corner! Karl stumbles back off the turnbuckles and turns around… AND GETS MET WITH A RUNNING CORNER DROPKICK DIRECTLY TO THE FACE!

Sienna Swann: Karl really does need to pull himself together out there, sweetie.

Gavin Kirkland: Karl is stunned in that corner, and now it is Pandora taking her turn, sprinting to the opposite corner and charging back across the ring at full speed! Karl sidesteps it this time, composes himself in an instant, and KNIFE EDGE CHOP! Karl blasts her clean across the chest the moment she comes up empty, and Pandora crumples into the corner!

Deadprez: Duque comes in from behind and drags Karl away from there, hurling him across into the opposite corner from where Pandora is down, and charges in immediately! Karl sidesteps again, and ANOTHER KNIFE EDGE CHOP CONNECTS THE MOMENT DUQUE STUMBLES IN! Karl hauls him out, and we all know exactly where this is going… IRISH WHIP SENDS DUQUE CRASHING DIRECTLY INTO THE SAME CORNER WHERE PANDORA IS STILL DOWN! TWO BIRDS, ONE STONE, AND KARL IMPACT JUST CLEANED HOUSE IN ONE SINGULAR MOTION!

Sienna Swann: At the very least he is doing me the personal favour of reducing the volume of Silas World’s success in this match, sweetie. I will take that. Grudgingly, but whatever.

Gavin Kirkland: Pandora and Duque spill out of that corner simultaneously and crumple down side by side toward the centre of the ring, and Rogers Centre is already rising to their feet because they know exactly what is coming next! Karl heads to the ropes, climbing with purpose… FLIGHT SIGHTS…–

Deadprez: NO! KARL GOES DOWN! Joso has recovered from the floor and yanks the middle rope at precisely the right moment, sending the Quintessential Champion tripping and tumbling backwards before he can leave the ground!

Gavin Kirkland: But both members of Silas World are still laid out in the centre of that ring, and Joso is not about to let that opportunity evaporate! He leaps onto the apron and launches himself in… SPRINGBOARD 450 SPLASH COMES DOWN ACROSS BOTH MEMBERS OF SILAS WORLD BUT PANDORA GOT AWAY! ONLY ON EL DUQUE! JOSO COVERS!

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Deadprez: Duque powers out at two and escapes before anything irreversible can happen to him in this match! This scramble has been relentless from the opening bell and somehow, through all of it, nobody has managed to secure a pinfall yet.

Sienna Swann: Perhaps we can remedy that very shortly, sweetie, and ideally at the direct expense of a Silas World member. Joso has been picking El Duque apart piece by piece, that poor masked individual serving as little more than a moving target for everyone in this match. Joso finally synchronises and HERE COMES THE GRATEFUL DEATH! HE IS GOING FOR IT!

Gavin Kirkland: Duque is hanging on, shaking his legs and desperately trying to redistribute his weight, looking for anything that can get him out of this… attempting to launch Joso up and over with a back body drop–

Deadprez: EVISCERATION OUT OF NOWHERE!!!!! IMPACT ERUPTS FROM THE CANVAS AND CATCHES THE AIRBORNE JOSO WITH THE CODEBREAKER ON THE WAY DOWN!!!!!!!!

Gavin Kirkland: Duque witnesses the whole thing and immediately recognises the opening, moving to capitalise on Impact’s handiwork and steal the fall for himself, but Impact reads it instantly and leaps to intercept Duque… TURNING TIDES SENDS DUQUE SAILING ACROSS THE RING! Pandora begins clawing her way back toward the action and Karl spots her immediately, BASEBALL SLIDE DRIVES HER CLEAN OFF THE APRON AND OUT TO THE FLOOR!

Deadprez: Joso has been down through all of this, completely unaware of everything that just unfolded around him, and Karl wastes absolutely no time in covering his tracks!

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Gavin Kirkland: AND JUST LIKE THAT, KARL IMPACT DRAWS FIRST BLOOD IN THIS SCRAMBLE AND TAKES THE OPENING FALL!

(## TIME LIMIT: 15:00)

Deadprez: Impact is not here to be a spectator, and the moment he turns around he is already squaring up with El Duque, who had his fall stolen away and is carrying every ounce of that frustration into this next exchange.

El Duque: (Off-Mic) Bien jugado, viejo!

Impact: (Off-Mic) Fight me then, you pussy ass BITCH!

Gavin Kirkland: Not a single second wasted! El Duque steps back into the ring and Karl fires off a right hand immediately, but it finds nothing but air as Duque slips around it and LAUNCHES KARL OVER WITH A BEAUTIFUL ARMDRAG! Karl stumbles back upright and Duque tries to send him off the ropes, but Karl reverses it and sends Duque away instead… AND DUQUE COMES FLYING BACK WITH A HANDSPRING ELBOW THAT ROCKS THE HALL OF FAMER!

Deadprez: The lucha showcase this masked individual has been putting on throughout this entire match has been genuinely staggering, and Karl has had no answer for the pace of it. Pandora slides back into the ring right now and DRILLS El Duque flush across the jaw with a sharp elbow that snaps his head sideways! All focus, no hesitation, and she immediately grabs hold of Duque looking to wrap this up with the Octopus Stretch!

Gavin Kirkland: El Duque escapes and seizes Pandora’s leg, twists it over, and transitions into THE ANKLE LOCK! What a callback to Donovan Duke right there in the middle of Rogers Centre! This man clearly carries a deep admiration for his friend and is making sure to honour that technical genius in the most chaotic environment imaginable!

Sienna Swann: Are you genuinely serious right now, sweetie?

Deadprez: Pandora is trapped in the Ankle Lock with the hold wrenching that joint under sheer sustained force! Joso is only just beginning to stir. Karl Impact is the closest body to El Duque and he wastes no time closing that distance from behind, hooking him up and GERMAN SUPLEX LAUNCHES EL DUQUE CLEAN OVER HIS HEAD AND ACROSS THE CANVAS!

Gavin Kirkland: Karl Impact continues to remind everyone in this building that he remains an immovable force in this scramble! Pandora turns around and SHE GETS TAKEN DOWN! BOTH LEGS HOOKED AND KARL IS LOOKING FOR THE WALLS OF IMPACT! THIS IS AN EXTRAORDINARILY DANGEROUS POSITION FOR PANDORA TO BE IN RIGHT NOW!

Sienna Swann: Hold on, sweetie. Pandora is twisting her own body in the opposite direction, showing exactly the kind of resilience and determination that separates her from practically everyone else in this match! She is not surrendering a single inch to Karl willingly!

Deadprez: Karl is persisting regardless as Pandora reaches toward his face–

(SCRATCH!)

Deadprez: OH! CAT CLAWS! THOSE NAILS RAKE STRAIGHT ACROSS HIS FACE AND SEND IMPACT STUMBLING BACKWARD! PANDORA FINDS HER WAY FREE!

Gavin Kirkland: A brilliant counter against the man who was absolutely intent on breaking her down! Pandora has been displaying every tool in her arsenal to justify her place in this match and Karl is still stunned as she reaches over and goes for CATASTROPHE–

Deadprez: BICYCLE KICK FROM JOSO DETONATES AGAINST HER JAW BEFORE SHE CAN COMPLETE THE MOVE! Pandora gets dropped away from the attempt entirely. El Duque is back on his feet at the same moment Joso rises and immediately rolls him up, because why would Joso possibly be allowed one uninterrupted moment in this entire match?!

Gavin Kirkland: Joso slips out of the School Boy attempt and wheels around behind Duque, HOISTING HIM UP ONTO HIS SHOULDERS AND LOOKING FOR THE GRATEFUL DEATH! But Duque wriggles free and shoves forward… WITH IMPACT LAUNCHING THE FIST OF FURY AGAIN but Joso reads it and pulls away, rebounds off the ropes… SLINGBLADE CUTS KARL CLEAN OFF HIS FEET!

Sienna Swann: This has been relentless from bell to bell, sweetie. Absolutely everyone in that ring is desperate for the next fall, and none of them are willing to give the others a single breath of space to find it.

Deadprez: But the chaos is not finished with anyone yet as Pandora is already upright and bearing down on Joso while he is working back to his feet with THE LOVE TAP incoming! But that knee gets intercepted, Joso catches the leg… AND SLINGS IT FLYING OVER INTO A THROWING ENZUIGIRI THAT CONNECTS FLUSH WITH THE RISING DUQUE! THIS MATCH HAS BEEN EXISTING SOMEWHERE FAR BEYOND THE BOUNDARIES OF CONVENTIONAL LOGIC FOR SOME TIME NOW!

Gavin Kirkland: AND JOSO WITH A LEG ROLL CLUTCH ON PANDORA FROM BEHIND TO TRY AND GET ONE DOWN!

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Deadprez: Joso gets shoved off at two, but Pandora immediately seizes control of the situation and reverses it into a leg roll clutch of her own, pulling Joso down and rolling backward up onto her feet! NO! JOSO REVERSES IT BACK THE OTHER WAY!

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE–

Gavin Kirkland: SO CLOSE! BUT JOSO ESCAPES BEFORE THE HAND COMES DOWN A THIRD TIME! Pandora gets back to her feet at the exact moment Karl is dragging himself upright as well… PANDORA GOES FOR THE MAFIA KICK—

(## PANDORA’S BOX!)

Gavin Kirkland: OH! JOSO SIDESTEPS AND SHE CONNECTS DIRECTLY WITH KARL INSTEAD! JOSO SPOTS THE OPENING AND SURGES TOWARD THE COVER BUT PANDORA CUTS THE PATH OFF AND LAUNCHES JOSO THROUGH THE ROPES TO THE OUTSIDE! PANDORA SPINS AROUND AND DIVES STRAIGHT INTO THE COVER ON IMPACT!

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Gavin Kirkland: SHE GOT HIM! PANDORA IS NOW THE CURRENT FALL LEADER IN THIS SCRAMBLE! MY PANDY!

(## TIME LIMIT: 11:23)

Sienna Swann: Ew. And first of all, we do not use diminutive nicknames for people at this commentary table, sweetie. Do not personalise anyone’s name like that EVER AGAIN.

Deadprez: Pandora has been riding a tremendous wave of momentum and she has taken down the great Karl Impact on her own terms! This has been a genuinely remarkable breakout performance considering the shadow of that Answers World Championship match still hanging over her coming in, but she made absolutely certain that one difficult night was not going to define her Pain For Pride spirit tonight.

Gavin Kirkland: No rest for anyone in this match regardless! El Duque is already back and the first target his eyes land on is the one who has been slipping away from him all night! DUQUE GOES FOR THE BREAKDOWN AS HE SETS UP THE TIGER DRIVER ’98!

Deadprez: Pandora reads the danger and removes herself from that landing zone entirely. Joso rises from behind and attempts a German Suplex on Pandora, but she plants her feet and holds her ground, spins around and DRIVES an elbow flush into the back of Joso’s skull, sending him stumbling forward… AND DIRECTLY INTO A POUND AND GROUND FROM EL DUQUE!

Sienna Swann: Wait, sweetie. This man is not stopping there! He is going straight for the cover and trying to steal that fall right out from under Pandora! The audacity!

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Gavin Kirkland: PANDORA COMES FLYING OVER TO BREAK IT UP!

Pandora Paisley: (Off-Mic) Do not think for a single second that you are getting above yourself just yet, mate!

Deadprez: Pandora reaches over to intervene but Duque is operating on pure instinct at this point, hooking one of her legs and dropping her flat on her back before rising again. And now he is twisting those legs around… GOING FOR THE SHARPSHOOTER ON PANDORA! SHE HAS BEEN WRAPPED UP IN ANOTHER DANGEROUS SUBMISSION AND THE CLOCK IS STILL RUNNING!

Sienna Swann: That poor woman has spent this entire match being manhandled by a rotating cast of thoroughly unremarkable men who would not even register on her radar under normal circumstances, sweetie. Offensive!

Deadprez: Duque has the Sharpshooter locked in but Pandora is already resisting with everything she has, clawing toward the ropes with desperate urgency, only for Duque to dig in and drag her back toward the centre of the ring before she can get any closer!

Gavin Kirkland: Pandora refuses to accept this situation regardless of how much it hurts! No time to waste in this battle and she begins twisting her own body against the hold, reaching back and grabbing hold of one of Duque’s legs, starts to pry it off, kicks him clean in the face in the process, and finally gets herself free and upright! AND DRAGON SCREW LEG WHIP! EL DUQUE HAS BEEN GROUNDED AFTER A BRUISING AND GRINDING EXCHANGE BETWEEN THESE TWO!

Deadprez: BUT WAIT! KARL IS BACK ON HIS FEET AND HE TAKES FLIGHT OFF THE MIDDLE ROPE THE INSTANT BOTH COMPETITORS HIT THE MAT!

(## FLIGHT SIGHTS!)

Gavin Kirkland: WHAT AN EXTRAORDINARY SIGHT AT THIS STAGE OF HIS CAREER! THE LEGEND DEMONSTRATES EVERY OUNCE OF HIS ENDURANCE AND ATHLETICISM TO PULL IT OFF AND THE LIONSAULT LANDS CLEAN ON DUQUE AS KARL HOOKS THE LEG AND GOES FOR THE COVER TO STEAL THIS FALL!

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Deadprez: WAIT A SECOND! JOSO HAS A BEAD ON KARL AND HE IS COMING IN FAST–

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Gavin Kirkland: CURB STOMP–

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE–

Gavin Kirkland: KARL SPOTS IT AT THE LAST POSSIBLE INSTANT AND ROLLS CLEAR, SEIZING JOSO’S LEG ON THE WAY UP AND TAKING HIM DOWN! OH NO, HERE IT COMES! KARL IS ALREADY BACK ON HIS FEET AND COMING! DOUBLE LEG TAKEDOWN ON JOSO! KARL HAS HIM DOWN AND IS GOING FOR THE WALLS OF IMPACT!

Deadprez: Karl Impact has been in more moments like this than anyone alive–

Sienna Swann: ## JOSO! HE HOOKS THE LEG AND TRIPS IMPACT BEFORE THE HOLD IS FULLY APPLIED, ROLLING HIM STRAIGHT INTO A SMALL PACKAGE! DESPERATE AND SCRAPPY!

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Gavin Kirkland: _ BUT JOSO DID IT!_ HE SCORES A FALL OVER KARL IMPACT AND TAKES THE LEAD IN THIS SCRAMBLE MATCH!

Sienna Swann: THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NO WAY THAT JUST HAPPENED!

Impact: (Off-Mic) WHAT THE FUCK?!?!!?!?!?!?!?!!?!??!?!!?!?

(## TIME LIMIT: 9:55)

Deadprez: KARL CANNOT BELIEVE WHAT JUST OCCURRED, BUT HE IS NOT ABOUT TO STAND AROUND PROCESSING IT EITHER! HE LOCKS HIS EYES DIRECTLY ONTO JOSO THE INSTANT HE KICKS OUT AND SNATCHES THOSE LEGS IMMEDIATELY! KARL IS NOT GIVING JOSO A SINGLE SECOND TO SAVOUR THAT MOMENT! HE IS GOING FOR THE WALLS OF IMPACT, AND HE WANTS THEM APPLIED RIGHT NOW!

Sienna Swann: He has got to be absolutely seething watching that slip through his fingers right in front of him, sweetie!

Gavin Kirkland: That one has to be eating away at Karl something fierce, and Joso is completely locked in on capitalising on that emotion before it can be redirected! Joso is not giving him a single inch of breathing room and keeps hammering boots directly into his face to make the point abundantly clear!

Joso: (Off-Mic) GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!

Gavin Kirkland: BOOT TO THE FACE! Karl eventually gets kicked away but wait a second! Pandora has been quietly scaling the ropes while both men were consumed with each other and neither one of them noticed until right now! SHE HAS BEEN STEADILY CLIMBING!… TOP ROPE MOONSAULT CRASHES DOWN AND TAKES BOTH MEN OUT FROM A BREATHTAKING HEIGHT!

Deadprez: KARL ROLLS CLEAR AND SHE IMMEDIATELY CAPITALISES ON JOSO!

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Deadprez: But Joso powers out at two! Pandora is right back in the thick of this match having just dismantled two men simultaneously with one single manoeuvre. She turns her attention around and Karl is working to get back to his feet. El Duque is stirring as well on the other side of the ring, and Pandora makes a decisive choice, rushing over to deal with Duque first and remove him from the equation before he becomes a problem.

Sienna Swann: We almost had that old man completely compromised, sweetie. So close!

Gavin Kirkland: Karl has been a marked target all night because everyone in this match understands exactly what he represents, and the next thing I am delighted to present him with is the role of Pandora’s stepping stone! SHE MOVES IN AND GOES FOR PANDORA’S BOX–

Deadprez: Karl barely avoids it, spinning Pandora around in the process and sending her hard off the ropes… BACK INTO A TILT N WHIRL BACKBREAKER THAT FOLDS PANDORA IN HALF! Nobody in this match is approaching Karl carelessly and getting away with it cleanly. He remains a dominant and dangerous force regardless of who steps to him or when.

(As Karl glances down at Joso for a moment, he exhales heavily, watching the man slowly drag himself back to his feet and turn to face him….)

Joso: (Off-Mic) BRING IT, KARL!

Impact: (Off-Mic) I genuinely loathe your existence….

Gavin Kirkland: AND HERE WE GO! BOTH MEN COLLIDE WITH ONE ANOTHER AND TORONTO IS ABSOLUTELY ERUPTING! RIGHT HAND FROM KARL! RIGHT HAND FROM JOSO! TWO GENERATIONS CRASHING INTO EACH OTHER IN THE MIDDLE OF ROGERS CENTRE AND THIS CROWD IS ON THEIR FEET FOR EVERY SINGLE EXCHANGE!

Sienna Swann: This is like watching father and son settling something that has been unresolved for years, sweetie!

Deadprez: Joso is pressing the advantage! He keeps stacking elbows on Karl in rapid succession while the clock continues its relentless countdown, but Karl is matching him blow for blow and neither man is conceding a single step! Karl eventually drops to one knee, Joso spins away and hits the ropes… AND GETS MET WITH A HEADBUTT FROM KARL ON THE REBOUND!

Gavin Kirkland: Joso staggers but HE IS NOT BACKING DOWN! SUPERKICK FROM JOSO IN RESPONSE! These two are tearing this ring apart as the generational collision we have all been anticipating unfolds right before our eyes!— AND JOSO WASTES NO TIME TRYING TO FINISH THIS, HOOKING KARL IN FOR HEAVEN’S GATE!

Deadprez: KARL WRIGGLES FREE AND DROPS DOWN INTO A DOUBLE LEG TAKEDOWN! JOSO HAS BEEN SWEPT, AND KARL IS LOOKING TO CINCH IN THE WALLS OF IMPACT FOR THE THIRD TIME TONIGHT!

Sienna Swann: WAIT! SOMEONE HAS BEEN WAITING FOR HIM UP TOP, SWEETIE!

Deadprez: MISSILE DROPKICK FROM DUQUE LAUNCHES KARL ACROSS THE CANVAS AND BLASTS HIM CLEAN OUT OF THE SUBMISSION ATTEMPT! WHAT AN ENTRANCE BACK INTO THE CHAOS FROM THE MYSTERIOUS MASK!

Gavin Kirkland: El Duque came from absolutely nowhere, and the timing on that could not have been more precise if it had been rehearsed!

Deadprez: JOSO IS WORKING BACK TO HIS FEET AND EL DUQUE SWOOPS IN AT PRECISELY THE RIGHT MOMENT, SEIZING HIM AND PLANTING HIM INTO THE CANVAS WITH TOUCH OF MAGNIFICENCE! THAT ONE CARRIES EVERY ECHO OF HIS CLOSEST FRIEND’S INFLUENCE! DUQUE INTO THE COVER!

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

THRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE–

Deadprez: HOLD ON! PANDORA HAS PEELED HERSELF OFF THE CANVAS AND SPRINTS OVER TO DROP INTO A COVER ON IMPACT AT THE EXACT SAME MOMENT! THE REFEREE WHIPS HIS HEAD IN THAT DIRECTION AND DUQUE IS LEFT COMPLETELY BEWILDERED!

El Duque: (Off-Mic) Huh– AYE! AYE!

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Deadprez: BUT EL DUQUE ABANDONS HIS OWN COVER AND RUSHES OVER TO BREAK UP PANDORA’S PIN JUST BEFORE THE THREE! Now Duque has no choice but to redirect his full attention onto Pandora for stealing that opportunity right out from under him… BUT PANDORA SUDDENLY SNATCHES DUQUE AND LOOKS FOR CATASTROPHE!—

Gavin Kirkland: Duque slips out of it and answers immediately with HOUSE OF BALLOONS! A TRIBUTE TO ANOTHER TRUSTED ALLY, EXECUTED WITH THE KIND OF PRECISION THAT SPEAKS TO EXACTLY HOW DEEP THAT BOND OF RESPECT RUNS! DUQUE NOW ROLLS PANDORA INTO THE COVER!

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Deadprez: OH WAIT! IMPACT, WHO WAS JUST BEING PINNED MOMENTS AGO, HAS BEEN QUIETLY CRAWLING UP BEHIND DUQUE WHILE THE COUNT WAS HAPPENING!—

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE–

Deadprez: – AND KARL HAULS HIM OVER AND TWISTS HIM–

(## WALLS OF IMPACT!)

Deadprez: GOT HIM! DUQUE IS COMPLETELY LOCKED IN WITH NOWHERE LEFT TO GO! THE CLOCK IS STILL BLEEDING OUT, AND EL DUQUE CANNOT SUSTAIN THIS FOR MUCH LONGER!

El Duque: (Off-Mic) AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

(## TAP TAP TAP TAP!)

(## TIME LIMIT: 5:00)

Deadprez: Deadprez: NO ESCAPE! HE HAS NOWHERE LEFT TO GO! IMPACT RECLAIMS THE FALL LEAD!

Sienna Swann: Unimpressive. He is still thoroughly unremarkable regardless of the scoreboard, sweetie!

Gavin Kirkland: BANGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG! THE MOMENT KARL LOCKS THAT FALL IN, JOSO EXPLODES BACK TO HIS FEET AND BLASTS KARL CLEAN ACROSS THE JAW WITH A BICYCLE KNEE STRIKE!

Deadprez: JOSO IS ALREADY HAULING KARL BACK UPRIGHT BEFORE HE CAN EVEN PROCESS WHAT JUST HIT HIM!

(## CRIMSON PEAK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Deadprez: FACE FIRST INTO THE CANVAS! JOSO CONNECTS WITH THE STYLES CLASH AND ROLLS KARL OVER IMMEDIATELY INTO THE COVER!

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Deadprez: AND BY THE NARROWEST OF MARGINS, PANDORA HURLS HERSELF ACROSS THE RING TO BREAK THAT COUNT BEFORE IT REACHES THREE!

Sienna Swann: There is absolutely no room for restraint at this stage, sweetie. Every single person in that ring is trying to push the other to their absolute breaking point and none of them are showing even a flicker of mercy toward one another!

Gavin Kirkland: FIVE MINUTES REMAINING ON THE CLOCK! EVERYONE IN THAT RING NEEDS TO MOVE WITH PURE URGENCY IF THEY WANT TO DETHRONE KARL FROM THAT LEAD POSITION! Karl goes down and now it has narrowed to Pandora and Joso standing across from one another, both operating somewhere beyond the threshold of what any normal competitor could sustain!

(Pandora and Joso close the distance between them, the intensity between these two building into something almost personal, two extraordinary competitors recognising exactly what the other is capable of.)

Pandora Paisley: (Off-Mic) This is MY time!

Joso: (Off-Mic) … I implore you to take it from me, Pandora.

Gavin Kirkland: PANDORA WITH AN ELBOW SMASH ACROSS THE JAW! JOSO RETURNS ONE OF HIS OWN IMMEDIATELY! JOSO FOLLOWS WITH A BICYCLE KICK BUT PANDORA CATCHES THE LEG! Pandora is pulling absolutely nothing back and seizes Joso into a SAMOAN DROP!

Deadprez: Joso has been laid out yet again and Pandora claws her way to the corner as Joso begins pulling himself upright with his back exposed! Pandora steadies herself and takes aim… GOING FOR THE FACIAL RECONSTRUCTION! BUT JOSO SIDESTEPS IT AGAIN! Pandora shifts gears without hesitation and launches THE LOVE TAP but Joso hoists her up onto his shoulders!… BUCKLE BOMB–

Gavin Kirkland: HURRICANRANA COUNTER DRIVES JOSO HEADFIRST INTO THE MIDDLE TURNBUCKLE INSTEAD! PANDORA IS PULLING OUT EVERY LAST TRICK IN HER ARSENAL TO PREVENT JOSO FROM GAINING ANY SUSTAINED MOMENTUM IN THIS FINAL STRETCH!!!!!!

Sienna Swann: Joso stumbles out of that corner, and this could genuinely be the moment, sweetie!–

(## CATASTROPHE–)

Gavin Kirkland: NO! NO! JOSO POWERS THROUGH THE ATTEMPT AND USES THE POSITIONING AGAINST HER!….

(## GRATEFUL DEATH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Gavin Kirkland: STRAIGHT TO THE JAW!!!!!!!!!!! PANDORA GOES DOWN AND JOSO DROPS INTO THE COVER IMMEDIATELY!

Deadprez: KARL READS THE SITUATION AND SCRAMBLES TO BREAK IT UP!

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Deadprez: KARL DOES NOT GET THERE IN TIME! JOSO RECLAIMS THE LEAD AND PUTS PANDORA DOWN TO DO IT!

Gavin Kirkalnd: Wait, what is this man thinking right now?!

Deadprez: El Duque!?!?! HE HAS BEEN PERCHED AT THE TOP THIS ENTIRE TIME AND JOSO JUST ROLLED AWAY LOOKING FOR A BRIEF MOMENT TO BREATHE–

(## AIR OF MYSTERYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Sienna Swann: WHAT IN THE WORLD!!??!?!?!?

Gavin Kirkland: THE CORKSCREW SHOOTING STAR PRESS CONNECTS!!!!!!!! JOSO WAS BARELY MANAGING TO HOLD HIMSELF UPRIGHT, AND HE SIMPLY HAD NOTHING LEFT TO WITHSTAND THAT IMPACT! EL DUQUE WASTES ABSOLUTELY NO TIME AND PROCEEDS DIRECTLY INTO THE COVER WITH KARL STILL DESPERATELY CLAWING HIS WAY BACK ACROSS THE CANVAS!

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Deadprez: WHAT?!?!?!?! EL DUQUE IS THE NEW FALL LEADER?!?!?!?!?!

Gavin Kirkland: RIGHT IN FRONT OF EVERYONE’S EYES WITH TWO MINUTES AND FIVE SECONDS REMAINING ON THE CLOCK!

Sienna Swann: THE STATE OF THIS INDUSTRY IS ON THE LINE RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!!!

(## TIME LIMIT: 2:05)

Gavin Kirkland: This man is absolutely extraordinary, and while everyone else is grinding themselves down to nothing out there, he has managed to position himself to take everything! But Impact is the first to claw his way back to his feet and he is immediately going straight for Duque, the man who put him away just moments ago!

Deapdrez: He is looking to return the favour without hesitation as Impact goes straight for the Walls of Impact again, but Duque slips out before the hold can be fully applied and sends Karl tumbling over with a hip toss! Karl gets back up and comes charging in with fury behind every step… BUT DUQUE CATCHES HIM CLEAN WITH A SPANISH FLY! THIS MAN IS EMPTYING EVERY LAST THING HE HAS INTO THESE FINAL MOMENTS!

Gavin Kirkland: Joso is struggling to haul himself up after absorbing that enormous move earlier but Pandora surges in to deal with El Duque first, going for the back elbow! The elbow plants, Duque spins around and reaches out looking for what he calls the Soul Finisher but Pandora slips off it and shoves Duque hard into the ropes… LOVE TAP!!!!!!!!!!!

Deapdrez: El Duque crumbles and collapses into the corner and the lead has shifted yet again! Joso is up around that same moment and immediately goes after Pandora, loading up the Grateful Death but she releases something that wraps around his head! WAIT A MINUTE—

(## PANDORA’S BOX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Gavin Kirkland: THE HEADLOCK DRIVER CONNECTS! JOSO’S HEAD GETS DRIVEN INTO THE GROUND WITH UNDER ONE MINUTE REMAINING AND PANDORA IS GOING INTO THE COVER!

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

(## TIME LIMIT: 00:59)

Gavin Kirkland: ## PANDORA DOES IT! ALL TIED AT TWO!

Sienna Swann: THANK GOD!

Deadprez: Everyone is knotted up at two falls apiece with El Duque the only one sitting on a single fall, and he was positioned to seize the lead just moments ago before Pandora’s speed stripped it right out from under him like a trap door opening beneath his feet. The mask could not keep pace with the Hell’s Cat when it mattered most.

Sienna Swann: There is barely any time left on that clock and everyone is scrambling, sweetie, but Pandora is the one standing above all of it right now and she remains the last best chance in this entire match! El Duque is still reeling from the Love Tap and this could genuinely be the defining moment! Forty-five seconds remaining! Pandora moves quickly, hoists El Duque up from the canvas and positions herself to finish this once and for all!… GOING FOR ANOTHER PANDORA’S BOX!

Gavin Kirkland: OH NO! EL DUQUE SUDDENLY HAS HER! EVERYONE IN THIS MATCH IS RUNNING ON PURE ADRENALINE AND DESPERATION RIGHT NOW AND SHE HAS BEEN LIFTED UP!… GOING FOR THE SOUL PUNISHER—

Deadprez: BUT PANDORA WRENCHES AND STRUGGLES AND FORCES HER WAY OFF THE ATTEMPT! EL DUQUE PIVOTS AND COMES RUSHING AROUND…

(## PANDORUM!!!!!!!!!!!)

Deadprez: THE RIGHT HOOK CONNECTS FLUSH WITH THE JAW, THE SAME STRIKE THAT HAS SECURED VICTORY IN THE MAJORITY OF HER MATCHES THROUGHOUT HER ENTIRE CAREER! TWENTY SECONDS ON THE CLOCK! THIS COULD GENUINELY BE IT! PANDORA IS ABOUT TO SECURE ONE OF THE MOST REMARKABLE SCRAMBLE VICTORIES IN RECENT MEMORY!

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!……….

(…………)

(…………)

(…………)

(Pandora is suddenly dragged out of the ring from the outside amid a wave of collective disbelief that washes over every corner of Rogers Arena. Pandora lands on the floor, spins around, and stares directly at the person responsible for pulling her out. The colour drains from her expression entirely.)

Sienna Swann: What… What is HE doing out here?! What possible justification could that man have for this?! SWEETIE—

Pandora Paisley: (Off-Mic) …. WHY!?

Silas Mason: (Off-Mic) I’m sorry. I just can’t….

Pandora Paisley: (Off-Mic) WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!

Gavin Kirkland: TEN SECONDS! THEY ARE STANDING THERE ARGUING ON THE FLOOR WHILE THE CLOCK IS DISINTEGRATING AND JOSO HAS JUST SPOTTED DUQUE STILL DOWN IN THAT RING AND HE IS MOVING!…

(## HEAVEN’S GATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Gavin Kirkland: DOWN HE GOES! THE PACKAGE PILEDRIVER LANDS AND JOSO COLLAPSES INTO THE COVER! IMPACT IS TRYING TO FIGHT HIS WAY OVER TO BREAK THIS UP! FIVE SECONDS!

Deadprez: FOUR!!!!!!!!!!!!

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

(## TIME LIMIT: 00:03)

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

(## TIME LIMIT: 00:02)

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

(## TIME LIMIT: 00:01)

Gavin Kirkland: IT’S GOOODD! IT’S GOODDDD! JOSO DOES IT!

(## TIME LIMIT: 00:00)

(DING DING DING!)

Gina Romano: HERE IS YOUR WINNER…. JOSO!

(‘LIKE WEEZY’ by Playboi Carti starts to play throughout the Centre as the crowd cheers and Joso quickly rolls out of the ring with his arms raised. Impact just looks on and sighs, disappointed that he didn’t get there in time.)

Deadprez: JOSO WINS AT THE VERY LAST SECOND BUT THE ARGUMENT IS THAT PANDORA PAISLEY ONCE AGAIN WAS ONT HE CUSP OF WINNING AND IN A SURPRISE TURN OF EVENTS SILAS MASON PULLED HER OFF!

(Joso starts walking up the ramps and does the symbol for a title around his waist.. The fans continue to cheer as he looks around and raises his arms as the eruption to the crowd intensifies. Impact rolls out of the ring and walks around disappointed.)

(El Duque is finally slowly up and trying to explain to the referee that Joso had his tights which the referee isn’t buying this.)

Sienna Swann: There is a lot going on but look at Pandora! Her green eyes are widened, she cannot believe what just happened and turns to Silas Mason getting right in his face.)

Pandora Paisley: (Off Mic) I HAD THAT WON! WHY!? WHY!? DID YOU STOP ME!? BECAUSE OF HIM!!!? HIMN!?!?!

(Pandora is right in Silas Mason’s face as he has his arms up trying to deescalate everything. He scrolls into the ring and asks for a mic. Joso’s is already gone and his music theme fades. Impact is heading his way to the back.)

Silas Mason: Listen to me Pandora, I had my reasons and you just need to accept that! You became a part of Silas World because frankly put, you are not smart enough to win the big one! How many chances have I given you!? HOW MANY!? Sure you were about to win and then screw it up again!?

Pandora Paisley: (OFF MIC) ARE YOU BLOODY KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW!? I WAS SCREWED EACH TIME, SILAS! AND NOW YOU SCREWED ME OVER! I NEVER ASKED TO JOIN THIS CHICKEN SHIT OPERATION! I HAD TO!

Silas Mason: BECAUSE YOU LOST TO HARPER!

Pandora Paisley: (Off-Mic) BY SCREWING ME OVER AGAIN!

SLAP!!!!

Silas Mason: STAND DOWN AND GET IN ORDER OPHELIA!

Deadprez: SILAS MASON JUST SLAPPED THE TASTE OUT OF PANDORA’S MOUTH! I CANNOT BELIEVE THAT! PANDORA WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT AS SHE STARTS TO TREMBLE IN ANGER! WE SAW WHAT SHE DID TO VEENA ADAMS LAST NIGHT! SILAS BETTER REMEMBER THAT!

Gavin Kirkland: OOOOh…. HE USED HER GOVERNMENT NAME!

Sienna Swann: PANDORA GRABS SILAS MASON BY THE SUIT! I KNOW PANDORA ON A PERSONAL LEVEL SWEETIE AS MY FORMER TAG TEAM PARTNER AND BEST FRIEND TRAINED THIS WOMAN AND I THINK SILAS MASON MADE A MISTAKE!

(Pandora starts to shake Silas Mason as he tries to plead with her.)

Pandora Paisley: DON’T YOU EVER PUT YOUR FUCKING HANDS ON ME!

SMACK!!!!

Deadprez: PANDORA PAILSEY JUST LEVELED SILAS MASON! HE FELL ON THE MAT AND HERE COMES EL DUQUE, ATTACKING PANDORA FROM BEHIND!

Sienna Swann: BUT SHE MOVES OUT OF THE WAY AND EL DUQUE MISSES! THE LOVE TAP! THE KNEE HITS EL DUQUE AND HE FALLS OUT OF THE RING! PANDORA IS PICKING UP SILAS MASON, SWEETIE!

Gavin Kikrland: SHE HAS HIM HOOKED AND CATASTROPHE!!!!!

Sienna Swann: NO! EL DUQUE IS ABLE TO DRAG SILAS OUT OF THE RING JUST AS PANDORA WAS ABOUT TO PLANT HIS FACE IN! EL DUQUE QUICKLY IS ESCORTING SILAS OUT AS PANDORA GRABS THE MIC!

(Pandora paces around and points out to Silas who is screaming back at Pandora.)

Pandora Paisley: SILAS MASON!? OUR DEAL IS OVER…. FUCK YOU AND FUCK SILAS WORLD! I AM DONE!

(The crowd explodes in cheers as she slams the mic down. Silas Mason can be heard screaming…. “WE HAVE A DEAL! YOU CANNOT QUIT!”…. But El Duque tries to calm him down as “Just Stop” starts to play throughout the Centre. As Silas and El Duque retreat, Pandora stands in the middle of the ring)

Sienna Swann: AND JUST LIKE THAT SILAS WORLD GETS A LITTLE SMALLER! PANDORA IS OUT!

Deadprez: THE HELLCAT HAS HAD ENOUGH AND SHE IS OUT OF SILAS WORLD!

Gavin Kirkland: Wait…. Look at ringside! IMPACT NEVER LEFT!

(Impact is shown glaring into the ring at Pandora, almost a bit impressed as she is fuming glaring down El Duque and Silas Mason. The last shot is of Impact looking at Pandora and actually nodding.)

(A commercial for Diego Montana and Circe’s new Sex Tape is up for Pre-Order today!)

(After commercials, Pain for Pride returns, and the next matchcard for the evening is revealed, causing the fans to react loudly.)
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(The shot fades to the ring, with Stephie Love smiling.)

Stephie Love: Ladies and gentlemen, the next contest is a singles match scheduled for…

Crowd: ONE FALL!

(‘Partition (Smearcase Trap Remix)’ by Beyoncé blares out, drawing a mixed reaction from the fans. Kassidy Heart comes out, wearing white and gold as she struts to the ring with her usual confidence brimming.)

Stephie Love: Introducing first! From Sydney, Australia, she is EAW Hall of Famer… ‘The Mauler’, KAAAASSSSIIIIIDDYYYYYYY HEEEEAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRT!

Stew-O: Kassidy is here, and her ensemble seems to harken back to her King Kass era. Appropriate, as she has declared herself as the past, present and future of EAW. She wants that to be the clear cut truth, and make it known that no one, not even BRAE, can take that away from her.

Jake Mercer: Well, she is truly Eternal! Kassidy has remained as the one constant throughout all these shifts in this company, and has remained as the best. Bar none.

Flannery McCoy: That is true. Whether you love her or hate her, there’s no denying it. Kassidy isn’t going for anyone to take her spot, and that includes BRAE. But we will see if he can get her to change her mind with a win over her, or if Kassidy will continue to conquer all.

(She gets in the ring, letting her coat fall off of her shoulders with ease. She turns to face the stage, an unamused expression settling once ‘Clash of the Gods’ play. BRAE comes out, dressed in orange and blue, representative of Goku and his Ultra Instinct form.)

Stephie Love: AND HER OPPONENT! Residing in Bray County Wicklow, Ireland, he is… ‘SON’, BRAAAAAEEEE!

Stew-O: And here comes the man who is ready for war! BRAE has been held up as a future world champion for a while now; his recent Interwire run highlighting that further, and now, he could get the chance to make that closer to reality as he takes on Kassidy Heart, giving everyone a preview of what’s to come next season!

Jake Mercer: The sky’s the limit for him. He has grown to be one of the biggest names of this brand–and of course, Kassidy thinks differently. That’s part of the crux of this match, but it’s put up or shut up time for them both here tonight.

Flannery McCoy: Some say this is even like a dream match. Both are intense wrestlers but smart; they don’t quit, they’re resilient, and they know how to compete on a grand stage like this. It all comes to a head in just a few moments!

(BRAE enters. He removes his own coat, then points out to the fans who cheer. Kassidy rolls her eyes.)

(They both get into their corners, and once the referee confirms they’re ready to go…)

(DING DING DING!)

Stew-O: Here we go! The bell has rung, and one of the most anticipated matches of Pain for Pride weekend is now officially underway! The Toronto audience are heavily behind BRAE, but neither here nor Kassidy are even paying attention to the fervent reaction. Both competitors are wholly focused on each other. Big fight feel here, and they step out of their respective corners, circling around, trying to see who’s going to be the first to make a move.

Jake Mercer: Both Kassidy and BRAE know how to remain calm. Even if things have picked up several notches between them in the preceding weeks, neither of them are going to get reckless. BRAE understands that The Mauler is, aside from being the dominant Elitist to ever grace an EAW ring, is also the dangerous. Kassidy, of course, doesn’t believe anyone is on her level, but she’s far too experienced in this game to allow for that to blind her into complete underestimation–especially when you can argue that the few losses she’s had in her illustrious career came about because she let her hubris get the better of her.

Flannery McCoy: From TLA, to Minerva, and even in tag team action against the British Invasion–she certainly put up a fight, but that comfortability and knowing she’s had some of their numbers in the past may have played a factor in them getting the better of her. She steps closer, taking a swipe at BRAE, who manages to peel back, and he tests with a grab attempt of his own. Kassidy is able to dodge to the side, and it looks like she’ll be the one to initiate the contact properly with a collar-and-elbow tie-up!

Stew-O: The veteran seeking control from early, hasty, but not urgent to where desperation is seeping out. BRAE is able to ground his feet into the canvas however, refusing to be pushed back by her. There’s a little tension and war, with both athletes jockeying for position! BRAE looks to circle around, but Kassidy is following his movements through and through!

Jake Mercer: Kassidy is able to shift, and she uses BRAE’s momentum against him, leading him into a standing side headlock! BRAE realizes that this can change quickly, using his hands to try and push his arms off to lessen the leverage…but she snaps them back into place! One foot wedges behind his knee. She pushes down, forcing him down onto it, and dips down—snapmare onto the back! Now he’s grounded completely!

Flannery McCoy: Oh, but hang on! Almost immediately he rolls her down onto her shoulders, forcing a pinning predicament!

(ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!)

Stew-O: No, Kassidy gets out of that while still maintaining the headlock! She works up to her feet again, and BRAE has no choice but to follow. The Hall of Famer is dictating this match. Even more so thanks to a knee that she drives into his stomach! BRAE hunches forward; Kassidy shoots in, laces around his arm, and whips him down with an armdrag! Heart confidently traps his arm in a lock, knee pressing against his cheek. He grits his teeth.

Jake Mercer: You see the smirk, but again, that’s not ego bleeding in. That is the look of a woman who knows she has control firmly in her grasp. BRAE begins to move, however, planting his feet on the mat and arching upward, alleviating some of that pressure–and he grabs onto her with the free hand, sending her rolling forward and onto her back! Whoa! Smooth reversal, transitioning into a grounded side headlock of his own creation!

Flannery McCoy: That control might be slipping from her soon enough! BRAE rises, forcing her along. He backpedals into the ropes, and uses the added bounce to send Kassidy running into the opposite set! He awaits for her on the rebound–but she doesn’t come! She stops herself! BRAE frowns, but he charges forward–BACK ELBOW! And Kassidy follows that up with a stiff gut kick! Guess the feeling-out process is over and done with.

Stew-O: That, it is. A forearm clocks him across the face, and Kassidy takes hold of his wrist. BRAE is sent running into the corner! Kassidy runs in, going for another forearm–but this time, he counters with an elbow of his own! Kassidy staggers!

Jake Mercer: He hops up onto the middle ropes! It looks like he’s about to fly–AND HE DOES! WAIT! HE’S DIVING FOR THE ‘RED DEATH’!!

Crowd: :damn: :damn:

Flannery McCoy: BUT MISSES! SHE GOT OUT OF THE WAY!

Stew-O: YET BRAE IS ABLE TO LAND ON HIS FEET AND ROLL FORWARD, PREVENTING HIMSELF FROM TAKING A NASTY SPILL—AND A RUNNING FRONT DROPKICK WIPES HIM OUT! Down to the mat he goes, and Kassidy covers!

(OOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!)

Jake Mercer: Kickout! Whew! What an exhilarating sequence, but Kassidy Heart manages to avoid disaster! She remains ahead of BRAE in this contest!

Flannery McCoy: She seems pleased with herself, too. BRAE may not be new to the Pain for Pride stage anymore as this is his third appearance, but Kassidy easily triples that amount. She’s more than aware of the risks Elitists are willing to utilize in order to win, and that means that many of them will try to go for the biggest moves if it means they can catch their opponent off guard. Not a bad attempt from BRAE, but Kassidy’s seen it all, done it all, and she knows all of the tricks in the book.

Stew-O: And BRAE himself is an observant competitor in his own right; his risk just didn’t pay off, as now, Kassidy straddles him, and hammers away with some stiff punches directed at his forehead! BRAE brings his forearms up to block, managing to hamper a few of those blows! However, Kasiddy takes a hold of his right arm, and immediately transitions, RIGHT INTO A CROSS ARMBREAKER!

Jake Mercer: Oh shit! She is NOT playing around now! BRAE isn’t remaining dormant though; he knows that this can end badly and quickly, so he’s locking his hands together, making sure she doesn’t get the full submission applied! Gotta say, lesser Elitists would’ve panicked and allowed for Kassidy to snap their damn arm off!

Flannery McCoy: It just speaks volumes of his own experience that he’s been gathering! This season he’s been right in the thick of the main event scene, and especially given the stretch he’s coming from with King of Elite, Grand Rampage and Fighting Spirit, he’s looking to make sure that this time, he can and will beat someone of a great stature!

Stew-O: But Kassidy Heart has never been one to allow for others to make a name for themselves at her expense! She’s made it known that it disgusts her, and whereas people see effort on the part of BRAE, she sees indignation! She digs her nails into his wrist, looking to add damage and weaken that grip preventing her from getting the move wholly applied!

Jake Mercer: She isn’t allowing any mercy here! However, BRAE toughs it out, not allowing for that sort of thing to throw him off! He’s focused wholly on getting out of this, and… he works up to his knees… then the feet! He grabs onto Kassidy, and RAISES HER UP INTO THE AIR! HE TURNS, FACING THE CORNER! THE FANS COME TO A STAND AS HE RUNS FORWARD AND SENDS HER BACK CRASHING AGAINST THE TURNBUCKLE PADDING!

Flannery McCoy: BUT SHE DOESN’T LET GO!

Crowd: :lupe: !!

Stew-O: You’re right! She still has a stubborn grasp of that arm! BRAE tries it again, and it looks like it may have weakened her–NO! She’s still clinging on! In fact, she takes her other hand to hold the top rope, and uses her legs to pull him in closer! She falls back and OVER THE ROPE! HANGING ARMBAR NOW! SHE HAS IT!

Jake Mercer: :damn: !! She just tanked that! BRAE IS IN PAIN, AND THE REFEREE BEGINS TO COUNT SINCE THIS IS A STANDARD MATCH!

Referee: (ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FI–)

Flannery McCoy: Kassidy lets go, safely rolling down but holding the back of her head. Meanwhile, BRAE is shaking out the arm, hissing underneath his breath. He does NOT look pleased with what just transpired!

Stew-O: He doesn’t, but with Kassidy favoring the back of her head, there’s that one vulnerable elephant in the room: her history with head injuries. It’s only gotten worse over the past few seasons, and any bit of impact can exacerbate those concussion worries.

Jake Mercer: That is true—but, as we all know, Kassidy Heart does not give a single fuck. She wanted to come back; a lot sooner, actually, but we all know Methuselah and the doctors weren’t going to allow for her to expedite the recovery time. It was annoying for her, but that added time away from the ring may have just saved her. If she was even more, well, ‘fragile’—and I say that loosely—she probably would be a lot more discombobulated.

Flannery McCoy: It is a good point—just like how BRAE is stubborn in his own right! He exits the ring and is out on the apron! Kassidy turns, and he runs in, looking to boot her right in the face! He connects! Kassidy goes stumbling out and catches herself with the top of the steel steps! She shakes her head!

Stew-O: Well-placed kick that nearly sends her off balance. BRAE backs up, eyeing her down one more time, and then, he gets a running start! HE LEAPS OFF, GOING FOR A DIVING DOUBLE AXE HANDLE!

Jake Mercer: BUT KASSIDY MOVES OUT OF THE WAY!

(CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!)

Crowd: :damn: :damn:

Jake Mercer: AND BOTH OF BRAE’S HANDS COME DOWN HARD ONTO THE STEEL STEPS! HE GRIMACES, SHAKING THEM OUT; NOT READY TO COLLAPSE FROM THE PAIN, BUT DAMN, THAT DEFINITELY HAD TO HURT!

Flannery McCoy: Meanwhile, keep your eyes on Kassidy! She has gone over to the other side, and like a predator, keenly watching as BRAE is trying to recover from that diving mishap! She takes a few steps backwards…. Looking like she might have something planned!

Stew-O: That intention seems evident! BRAE turns just as she rushes in and hops up top! SHE COMES FLYING THROUGH—AND SHE SENDS HIM SPIRALING INTO THE SPANISH ANNOUNCE TABLE WITH THE DIVING HURRICANRANA! WOW!

Jake Mercer: BRAE takes a nasty spill back-first into that structure! However, if he thought he was going to be giving room to breathe, then he thought wrong! Kassidy comes up and forces him back to his feet, SLAMMING his face down onto the table! He staggers, and Kassidy uses the opportunity to send him back inside the ring! The former Interwire and New Breed Champion appears to be at a momentary disadvantage!

Flannery McCoy: I don’t think that it’s going to last long—because Kassidy forces him up, and she positions the right arm behind his back! She lifts him up, and DOWN HER GOES! HAMMERLOCK NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX!

Stew-O: Beautifully executed, but devastatingly efficient! She maintains the bridge!

(OOOOOOONNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!)

(TWWWWWWWWOOOO–)

Jake Mercer: Kick out! BRAE was able to get out of that one. However, the Mauler has already smelled the blood she has drawn out, and she’s intent on capturing every last drop! She brings his hand down, elbow pointed up, and STOMPS DOWN ON THE JOINT! Damn! She is just looking to injure every part of his arm now!

Flannery McCoy: Especially when that arm is the main one he uses for the Red Death! Once again, she grabs him, this time settling for the wrist, and TWISTS IT DOWN WITH A SCREW, SLAMMING IT ONTO THE MAT WITH AS MUCH FORCE AS POSSIBLE! :lupe: !!

Stew-O: This is beginning to look like a systemic deconstruction of BRAE here. The fans look on, with some boos emanating, but there are those who are beginning to grow concerned here! BRAE sits up, pain spreading, and Kassidy SHOOTS WITH A SOCCER KICK TO THE SHOULDER! BRAE falls to the side of himself, and Heart, ever the opportunist, seeks to latch on to the arm one more time, going for whatever submission she deems most appropriate for the situation.

Jake Mercer: She’s about to fall back—but BRAE lands on his back and KICKS HER RIGHT IN THE FACE! Kassidy lets go, and she holds onto her right eye! Oh, damn! Looks like the heel of his boot caught her there!

Flannery McCoy: And she is not happy! Kassidy snarls, seeking to approach, but BRAE shoots up and SLAMS HER DOWN WITH A SPINEBUSTER! Goodness! Kassidy holds onto the back of her head, and BRAE shakes out his arm! He was able to FINALLY get that opening to recover!

Stew-O: An impactful slam, one that seems to have hurt Kassidy just as much as it staved her off. She isn’t as quick to get up, but she is making an effort to get up to her hands and knees. BRAE watches on, and determination immediately hits him! He comes back to a stand, trekking towards her—AND SHE’S SENT CRASHING DOWN WITH A DEADLIFT BRIDGING GERMAN SUPLEX! BRAE KEEPS HER SHOULDERS TO THE MAT AS THE OFFICIAL HURRIES IN FOR THE COUNT!

(OOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!)

(TWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOO–)

Stew-O: And it’s only good for a two-count!

Jake Mercer: It wasn’t enough to win, but that seems to have started to get the puzzle pieces to connect for BRAE in how is going to be able to effectively hurt Kassidy. He doesn’t move frantically, but he understands at this stage in his career the benefit of not allowing for anyone to slip away from him. He gets back up, and this time, tosses Kassidy into the corner. The Hall of Famer is trapped as the rising star takes it upon himself to use his non-hurt arm and attack with forearms! He’s not sparing her face!

Flannery McCoy: Kassidy is getting hit after hit sent her way! She manages to shove him away, but BRAE charges in with a step-up knee that lands flush against the jaw! :yikes: Kassidy looks a bit weakened, and he traps her arms before stepping up to the middle ropes. He whirls around—TORNADO BUTTERFLY SUPLEX!?!?

Flannery McCoy: AND THE FANS ARE GOING CRAZY FOR THAT, ESPECIALLY WITH IT BEING USED AS A TRANSITION MOVE FOR BRAE! HE JUST ROLLED ONTO HER AND PULLS HER FORWARD, GOING FOR A REVERSE CHICKENWING/BUTTERFLY LOCK-ESQUE SUBMISSION!

Stew-O: A bit of innovation here by the Imperial Symphony, as well as dishing out his own brand of payback against her for her earlier submission attempts! The fans are calling for her to tap out or quit right here!

Jake Mercer: A dicey situation, but I don’t know! She’s saying no to the official, and her answer isn’t changing with each subsequent question! If anything, she’s looking irritated!

Flannery McCoy: BRAE wrenches back, looking to impart some added pressure! He feels like this could be it!

Crowd: TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!

(…)

Crowd: TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!

(…)

Crowd: TAP! TAP! TAP! TA–

Kassidy Heart: (off-mic) Enough.

Stew-O: …!?

Jake Mercer: :roman:

Flannery McCoy: Holy crap! She’s–she’s coming back to a stand, even with BRAE wrapped around her!

Crowd: :damn: :damn: :damn:

Stew-O: SHE’S UP! BRAE LOOKS ALMOST SURPRISED! HE’S TRYING TO ADJUST, BUT KASSIDY RUNS FORWARD TOWARDS THE CORNER AND SMUSHES HIS BODY AGAINST THE PADDING! HE’S FORCED TO LET GO, HUNCHING OVER AS PAIN RIPPLES THROUGHOUT HIS BACK!

Jake Mercer: Definitely not ideal for him! It looked like he had Kassidy in serious trouble, but she found her way out—and sure enough, it was to a similar effect of how he was trying to escape that armbreaker from earlier! Heart comes in, BARRELING into him with the running European uppercut! BRAE is almost dazed! And Kassidy takes the hurt arm, stretching it across the top rope! She climbs up and FLIES OFF! ‘KING’S REQUIEM’!!!

Stew-O: SHE GETS ALL OF IT! SPRINGBOARD DOUBLE KNEES TO THAT TROUBLESOME LIMB, AND BRAE GOES DOWN! HE TRIES TO CRAWL, TO GET AWAY, BUT KASSIDY IS EYEING HIM DOWN AND COMES SPEEDING AT HIM! ‘PAINFULLY EVER AFTER’!!!

Flannery McCoy: :damn: CURB STOMP TO THE SHOULDER STOPS BRAE DEAD IN HIS TRACKS! THE PAIN HAS TO BE UNBEARABLE BY NOW! KASSIDY ROLLS HIM OVER AND PINS HIM–WITH HER HAND DELIBERATELY PUSHING DOWN ON THE SHOULDER!

(OOOOOOONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!)

(TWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOO!)

(THR–)

Stew-O: BUT BRAE PERSISTS! HE KICKS OUT OF THAT ONE, AND KASSIDY ISN’T PLEASED! SHE FORCES HIM TO SIT UP, AND TRAPS THE ARM, ATTACKING WITH THE POINT OF HER ELBOW, TARGETING THE SHOULDER RELENTLESSLY!

Jake Mercer: Damn! She is just suffocating him with all of this offense on her behalf! BRAE is having a difficult time, and she’s intent on ensuring this match ends in HER favor! Not his!

Flannery McCoy: But BRAE… HE SHAKES HIS HEAD! AND HE ISN’T GOING TO TAKE IT! HE REACHES UP, HAND BEHIND HER HEAD, AND SHOOTS HIS RIGHT KNEE UP, STRIKING HER FOREHEAD! AND AGAIN! AND AGAIN!!! OVER AND OVER, HE IS FIGHTING FOR A WAY OUT OF THIS, AND HE ISN’T GOING TO ALLOW FOR KASSIDY TO COMPLETELY DOMINATE HIM HERE!

Stew-O: KASSIDY LETS GO! SHE LETS GO! SHE BACKPEDALS, NOT OUT OF INSTINCT, BUT DUE TO THE KNEES, AND BRAE SCRAMBLES UP! SHE SEES HIM! SHE STEPS FORWARD—

Jake Mercer: BUT HE BLITZ HER DOWN WITH THE RUNNING SWINGING BACK ELBOW TO HER FACE–USING THE HURT ARM IN ORDER TO DELIVER THE BLOW!! :damn:

Flannery McCoy: OH MY GOD! BRAE threw EVERYTHING he had into that, and it takes Kassidy out–even at the cost of his own health! But it paid off, and as BRAE is down on the mat, he slaps his hand onto it, looking to gather back up his will! The fans are clapping along too!

Stew-O: They are! They know BRAE! They know his intensity, his never-say-die attitude, and they’re hoping that they can lend him some of their own energy so that he is able to persist in spite of the odds against him!

Jake Mercer: It appears it’s working! He works his way back up to a standing base, and lets out a scream! The fans cheer! Meanwhile, Kassidy is rolling over, seeking to get back up by herself… but BRAE’s eyes land right on her! He shakes his head! He isn’t going to let the Mauler try and get one-up on him again! He forces her up and—

(CRAAAAAAAAACK!)

Jake Mercer: SHARP CHOP TO THE FACE!

Flannery McCoy: ANOTHER ONE! THEN A JAB! HE WHIPS HIS HAND BACK….!

(CHOOOOOOOP!)

Flannery McCoy: CONNECTS WITH A WICKED BACKHAND CHOP TO HER CHEST!

Stew-O: BRAE is on the attack! The burner has been lit within! The fans go crazy as he peppers her with slaps and chops until she succumbs to a drop of her knee! BRAE backs up, and storms in! RUNNING CROSSBODY PRESS SENDS HER DOWN! He pops back up and yells out, with ALL OF CANADA JOINING IN!

Jake Mercer: He’s amped up! He watches Kassidy seeking to get up again, but he closes in and SNIPES HER DOWN! BICYCLE KNEE STRIKE CONNECTS, TAKING HER OUT! He grabs her and lifts her up onto his shoulder! He doesn’t even give a damn about the pain anymore!

Flannery McCoy: I don’t even think it’s the lack of care, as much as it is the adrenaline pumping, and him knowing he has to push past the discomfort if he wants to defeat Kassidy Heart here at Pain for Pride! He wants to emerge with a win over a decorated competitor under his belt, to prove to her that the new era belongs to him, and if she wishes to be a part of it, she’ll have to be behind him as he ushers it in!

Stew-O: The present and future collide, and BRAE MAKES SURE SHE COLLIDES WITH THE MAT AFTER SPINNING HER AROUND AND AROUND, DROPPING HER WITH THE DEATH VALLEY DRIVER! HE FALLS BACK, GETTING A PIN!

(OOOOOOONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!)

(TWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOO!)

(THRRRREEEEEE–)

Jake Mercer: SHOULDER UP! SHOULDER UP! KASSIDY HEART WAS ABLE TO GET OUT OF THAT ONE!

Flannery McCoy: WOW! Right in the center and everything! However, it just wasn’t enough to put her way for good, even with the impressive display! BRAE shakes his head, realizing that this match is still continuing… but he doesn’t look entirely disappointed. For as intense as he is as a wrestler, he knows better than to allow for his emotions to get the better of him!

Stew-O: That is true. Too many big matches attached to him at this rate for BRAE to allow for any emotional blunders to get him caught up. He knows that this task was never going to be easy, too; he understands that Kassidy Heart is the greatest of all time for a reason, and there is no shortage of resiliency from her. Just as much as he can tough it out, so too can she!

Jake Mercer: Yeah. He has to keep that focus on lock, and he’s intent on that! He leads her up, and–

(CRACK!)

Jake Mercer: WHOA! HEADBUTT! HEADBUTT FROM KASSIDY, AND BOTH ELITISTS SINK TO THEIR KNEES! :damn: !!!

Flannery McCoy: :lupe: !! What a horrific pop that was–and look! They’re BOTH bleeding!

Stew-O: You’re right, Flannery! Rivers of crimson are beginning to trickle from both Elitists after that sickening shot on part of the Mauler! BRAE’s eyes look glossed over, but it isn’t like Kassidy is in a better spot than him!

Jake Mercer: Oh, man. That just goes to show you how much this match means to them. Both of them want to win. That means both of them are willing to do whatever it takes. Even if it comes at the cost of their own bodies…

Flannery McCoy: It just comes with the territory, and Kassidy looks to push past the budding pain as she grabs BRAE by his jaw, clinching it tightly. She winds her hand back and SMACKS HIS CHEST! CHOP LANDS FLUSH!

Stew-O: And you can just see some of the fans in attendance visibly cringing from the sight and sound of that! BRAE may hit hard, but Kassidy is known to be one of the stiffest competitors in all of EAW in her own right! She is not afraid to get hit or hit back hard!

Jake Mercer: This is getting brutal! She holds the back of his head, beginning to fire off with the right forearm as she strikes the temple and the spot she busted him open at! More of BRAE’s blood is staining her and the canvas underneath them! Jeez! What a visual!

Stew-O: It was only inevitable that this match was going to reach this stage with them! Kassidy continues to fire away! There’s hardly any wasted motion; seldom any exhaustion each hit as they continue to connect with sickening force, marking BRAE’s face with a crimson mask that won’t be easily removed anytime soon! She finally stops—and spins on her feet! Discus forearm cracks him over the forehead, causing him to tumble backwards into the ropes!

Jake Mercer: Oh, shit! Why does it look like he’s gonna fall through the middle ropes!?

(…)

Flannery McCoy: NO! HE REBOUNDS FROM IT, AND HE COMES CHASING AFTER KASSIDY LIKE A HEAT-SEEKING MISSILE WITH THE LARIAT! HE SPINS HER INSIDE OUT WITH THAT!

Crowd: :damn: :damn: :damn: !!!

Stew-O: AND THIS MATCH HAS BEEN UTTERLY VISCERAL! WOW! KASSIDY HEART IS LAID OUT, BUT BRAE… WAIT! HE’S RISING! HE’S WORKING HIS WAY BACK UP TO HIS FEET! HE POINTS DOWN RIGHT AT HER, AND WITH A YELL, LEAPS INTO THE AIR—

Jake Mercer: # —FOR THE ‘RED DEATH’!!! FINALLY!!! HE WAS ABLE TO HIT IT ON HER!!!

Flannery McCoy: AND THE FANS ARE UP ON THEIR FEET! THEY BELIEVE THIS IS THE END! AS DOES BRAE! HE HOOKS KASSIDY’S LEG, AND THE OFFICIAL INITIATES THE COUNT!

(OOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!)

(…)

(TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!)

(…)

(THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!)

(…)

Referee: # (off-mic) SHOULDER UP!

Jake Mercer: HOLY SHIT!

Stew-O: WOW! AND EVERYONE IS STUNNED! BRAE’S HEAD TURNS, AND HE SEES THAT KASSIDY’S ARM IS STRETCHED OUT, SHOULDER LIFTED FROM THE MAT!

(….)

Stew-O: BUT HE ISN’T EVEN HESITATING! HE GRABS THE ARM AND DRAGS HER TOWARD THE CENTER, WHERE HE ATTEMPTS TO LOCK ON THE SAME ARMBREAKER SHE HAD ON HIM FROM EARLIER! KASSIDY GRITS HER TEETH, REALIZING WHAT IS HAPPENING, BUT SHE IS UNABLE TO PREVENT THE LOCK FROM BEING APPLIED! BRAE FALLS ALL THE WAY BACK, TRAPPING THE LIMB AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE WITH HIS LEGS!

Jake Mercer: KASSIDY HEART HAS NEVER TAPPED OUT IN HER CAREER IN EAW! NEVER! IT IS ALMOST UNTHINKABLE TO BELIEVE THIS CAN EVEN HAPPEN, BUT—IT’S PAIN FOR PRIDE! WE’VE SEEN WEIRDER HAPPEN, ESPECIALLY THIS WEEKEND! FROM BREAST MILK TO MAKING OUT!

Flannery McCoy: I– :mjlol: !! Okay, that is true—BUT REGROUP! KASSIDY IS TRYING TO GET OUT OF IT, BUT SHE IS UNABLE TO! BRAE SHAKES HIS HEAD, AND YELLS AT HER! STILL, SHE IS REFUSING TO TAP OUT!

Stew-O: Yet refusal alone does not mean safety! BRAE has no desire to let go! Kassidy’s arm is getting torqued in an uncomfortable angle!

(…)

Stew-O: … AND SHE OPTS TO FORCE HIS SHOULDERS DOWN TO THE MAT! THIS MATCH IS JUST THEM MIRRORING EACH OTHER! DOWN TO THE ESCAPE!

Jake Mercer: You’re right! Kassidy, however, is putting all over her body weight into it, though, determined to make sure THIS will be it!

(ONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!)

(TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!)

(THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!)

Stew-O: KICK OUT! BRAE HURRIES TO HIS FEET—

Jake Mercer: BUT KASSIDY HEART, ON INSTINCT, CUTS HIM IN HALF WITH ‘GO TO GAWD’!!! THE SPEAR FLIPS HIM UPSIDE DOWN, AND KASSIDY LETS OUT A YELL OF HER OWN! SHE BACKPEDALS BEFORE RUNNING IN!!

Flannery McCoy: ‘MAXX SOLARIS’ TO BRAE’S BACK!!! SHE GOT THAT CORKSCREW SHOOTING STAR PRESS AND ROLLS HIM OVER, HOOKING THE LEG!!! COVER!!!

(ONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!)

(TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!)

(THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!)

Stew-O: # BRAE KICKS OUT!!!!

Jake Mercer: I’m gonna have a heart attack. This is not fun no more for me.

Flannery McCoy: I don’t blame you! Don’t think anyone will! This has been INSANE! Kassidy and BRAE are throwing bomb after bomb despite the state their bodies are in, but Kassidy doesn’t want to slow down! Even though she’s hurting, she grabs a chunk of BRAE’s hair and SLAMS her forearm into him!

(…)

Stew-O: !!!!

Jake Mercer: :damn: HE SITS UP AND HITS HER WITH ONE OF HIS OWN!

Flannery McCoy: AND SHE RESPONDS!

Kassidy Heart: (off-mic) Give up! You’re not winning!

(SMACK!)

BRAE: (off-mic) NO! I am not going to quit!

(SMACK!)

Kassidy Heart: (off-mic) Give. Up. This is mercy I am giving to you.

(SMACK!)

BRAE: (off-mic) Mercy… to stop fighting…? For myself? You really are sick in the head.

(SMACK!)

Kassidy Heart: (off-mic) Then if you aren’t… gonna back down.. I am going to make you regret this.

(Both of them glare.)

(Both latch onto each other’s hair.)

(Both bare their teeth.)

(SMACK!)

Stew-O: AND NOW THEY’RE PUMMELING INTO ONE ANOTHER! IT IS A WILD FLURRY OF FOREARMS!

Jake Mercer: BRAE! KASSIDY! BRAE! KASSIDY! BRAE! KASSIDY! THEY ARE GOING NUTS!

Flannery McCoy: AND NEITHER ARE BACKING DOWN! THEY’RE CONTINUING TO BLUDGEON EACH OTHER! BLOOD IS FLYING EVERYWHERE!

(…)

Stew-O: AND… THEY’RE STARTING TO SLOW!

(…)

Jake Mercer: THEY’RE…. SLUMPING! BUT CONTINUING TO HIT EACH OTHER!!

(…)

Flannery McCoy: OH… OH MY GOD! YOU CAN’T EVEN SEE THEIR FACES ANYMORE! THAT’S HOW MUCH BLOOD IS DRENCHING THEM, AND IT’S GETTING ALL OVER THEIR CHESTS AND CLOTHES!

(…)

(BRAE and Kassidy each recline their arms one last time.)

Stew-O: AND THEY—

(CRACK!)

Jake Mercer: # KNOCK EACH OTHER THE FUCK OUT!!! :damn: :damn: :damn:

(… neither of them are moving.)

(The crowd watches on in shock. The referee checks in on them. The camera captures their blood-stained faces, along with the fists that hold the other’s clump of hair. Neither of them, even in their unconscious state, lose the ire.)

(The referee shakes them. Tries to stir before Elitists back. However, nothing was working.)

Referee: (off-mic) Alright, THAT’S IT! RING THE BELL!

(DING DING DING!)

(The fans react loudly, surprised by the bloodied end. Medical personnel quickly hurry in, and are able to finally pry the two from each other. They are both assisted with gentle care–even though that would’ve more than likely pissed them off if they could respond.)

(Stephie Love stands from her chair, stunned in her own right, but calls the final decision.)

Stephie Love: Ladies and gentlemen… due to the referee determining that neither BRAE or Kassidy Heart could continue, this match has been ruled… A DRAW!

(A mixed reaction pours out. Some are glad to witness an intense match, whereas others are disappointed that no true winner could’ve been determined between the two.)

Stew-O: … I’m speechless. Genuinely. We’ve had a few draws and no contests before, but… not in this manner. They both–and excuse my language–beat the crap out of each other.

Jake Mercer: That they did. Wow. People want to talk about wars? This was that. Unmistakable. Kassidy Heart and BRAE took the other to the absolute limit, refusing to yield to each other…. But because of that? Neither of them get to have a win.

Flannery McCoy: Yeah. Don’t think either of them will be happy once they’re awake, but… I have a feeling this match is going to be talked about for a long time. Just the pinnacle of matching each other’s brutality.

(And as BRAE and Kassidy are helped out of the ring, Pain for Pride fades to commercials.)

(A commercial plays for Guilty Gear Strive, featuring KASAI as I-No and Jay Jerry Johnson as Axl Low.)

(The graphic for the next match appears on the screen and the crowd goes absolutely crazy.)

(The camera shot has returned to the ring and we see the ringside area is covered with numerous ladders ready to be used before focusing on Bella Braxton standing in the ring ready to begin the introductions for the next match.)

Bella Braxton: Ladies and gentlemen! The following contest is the 2026 CASH IN THE VAULT LADDER MATCH!

Crowd: AOGHIJAEOIGHAOEHGOAHGAOIHGAROG

Bella Braxton: Now in this match, the only way to win this match is for one of the contestants to climb the ladder and retrieve the briefcase. The winner of the Cash in the Vault briefcase will have the opportunity to cash in for a World Championship match AT ANY TIME FOR UP TO ONE YEAR! INTRODUCING THE CONTESTANTS….

(“In My Blood” by The Score starts playing as the legendary Rex McAllister enters the arena for Cash in the Vault. Wearing his usual track jacket and black wrestling tights, Rex is ready to fight as he heads to the ring.)

Bella Braxton: Introducing first! REPRESENTING DYNASTY! From Sea Isle, New Jersey! Weighing 238 pounds! Here is “THE LIONHEART” REX MCALLISTER!

Stew-O: Here comes the first of six competitors gunning for the chance to win the coveted Cash in the Vault briefcase in Rex McAllister. What a week he has already had as he inducted his wife into the Hall of Fame a few days ago.

Persephone: Fuck him.

Gavin Kirkland: If my memory serves me correctly, Rex won his last World Championship six years ago at this event. Can you imagine if the Hall of Famer wins this match and it leads to the fourth EAW World Championship of his career? He can still go and he can no doubt win this match.

(As Rex enters the ring, he removes his jacket and hands it to the ring attendant as his music fades off. The lights go out and fireworks shoot up from the stage, exploding in a purple blast as ‘Ghost Myself’ by DIAMANTE begins to play. Smoke fills the stage as Raven Roberts enters the arena wearing black feathered wings. Normally there would be a more theatrical entrance for the NEW EAW Hall of Famer, Raven Roberts, but tonight she is focused on winning that briefcase. She takes off her wings and she heads to the ring.)

Bella Braxton: ALSO REPRESENTING DYNASTY! Now residing in Atlanta, Georgia! Weighing 122 pounds. Here is THE NEW EAW HALL OF FAMER! “THE BIRD OF PREY” RAVEN ROBERTS!

Persephone: Fuck this bitch too. Hate them both.

Stew-O: Raven Roberts is the only former Cash in the Vault winner in this match and she could make history here tonight if she wins by becoming the first-ever two-time winner of the Cash in the Vault match.

Gavin Kirkland: Can you imagine how Raven will feel if she gets inducted into the Hall of Fame and wins Cash in the Vault in the same week? She wins and she could end up with a briefcase that could give her the second World Title reign of her EAW Career. It’s been six years since Raven was last World Champion. Could tonight be the night for Raven to start heading back to World Title glory?

(Raven enters the ring and stands next to her loving husband. But only one can win as her music fades off and is replaced with ‘The Birth of Merged Zamasu’ by Friedrich Habetler. Seconds later, Vincent Mondrian enters the arena to loud boos from the crowd. Vincent looks towards the ring and sees the briefcase hanging high above as he heads to the ring.)

Bella Braxton: REPRESENTING SHOWDOWN AND SILAS WORLD! Residing in Laren, Netherlands. Weighing 220 pounds. Here is “THE SOUL REAPER” VINCENT MONDRIAN!

Gavin Kirkland: Here comes Showdown competitor Vincent Mondrian and I am pulling for him to win the ladder match because he is ON SHOWDOWN!! WOOOOOOOOOOOO! This is a dream Vincent had for himself this season.

Persephone: This guy looks like a damn moron. You’re encouraging idiocy on your brand. Gavin? Of course you are. Look at the idiot I just asked.

Stew-O: Vincent is a former Interwire Champion and he came to Showdown this season looking for championship gold. It isn’t a title belt, but winning a briefcase that almost guarantees him becoming World Champion will work just as well. Vincent could be a dark horse in this match.

(Vincent enters the ring and takes a corner as his music is replaced by ‘Sweet Dreams’ by Eurythmics. The boos continue as Harper Lee enters the arena and doesn’t waste a second heading to the ring.)

Bella Braxton: ALSO REPRESENTING SHOWDOWN AND SILAS WORLD! From Charlotte, North Carolina! Weighing 114 pounds. Here is “THE TROUBLEMAKER” HARPER LEE!

Stew-O: Here comes the other Silas World representative in this match. Considering her experience and success, Harper Lee could be a favorite in this match to win it all.

Persephone: She’s also dating a screwball with an identity crisis. Does she ask him to wear the mask when she wants to get freaky or do roleplay night? Sick bitch!

Gavin Kirkland: Look who’s talking! Besides those are two different people you are talking about there. Anyways, the beautiful Harper Lee has won FIVE straight matches at Pain for Pride. She could be making some history tonight by winning tonight. She wins the briefcase and almost guarantees a second World Title reign of her career along with being in a league of her own with her SIXTH consecutive Pain for Pride victory. Watch out for Harper Lee. I hope she wins!!

(Harper enters the ring and stands next to Vincent, but doesn’t pay him any mind as her music is replaced by ‘Until It Sleeps’ by Metallica. Seconds later, the almost demonic Damon Lazarus enters the arena. There is a cold chill in the air as Damon looks down the ramp and heads to the ring.)

Bella Braxton: REPRESENTING VOLTAGE! From Knoxville, Tennessee! Weighing 285 pounds! Here is “THE OUROBOROS” DAMON LAZARUS!

Persephone: Oh great! Now we reach our losers. Here is the biggest and oldest man in the match. Shit, Damon is probably gonna need some titanium hips after this match. Just use the broken ladder rungs to save money.

Stew-O: Jokes aside, Damon might be making his Pain for Pride debut tonight, but he could easily be the most overall experienced man in this match. He looks like he would much rather beat people up than climb a ladder.

Gavin Kirkland: Have enough psychopaths on Voltage, Persephone? This man just gives me the creeps. Can you imagine if he wins and gets a World Title? May gawd have mercy on the souls of the people he is on the same brand with. Yikes.

(Damon enters the ring and takes a corner as his entrance music fades off.)

(The intro from Muse’s ‘Absolution’ album begins to play as the next participant arrives. All the lights of the Rogers Centre dim down, the titantron flashes brightly, and the camera cuts…)

(….to the backstage area, where Jay Jerry Johnson stands in a black and red bomber jacket, black and red trunks, and black kickpads, wrapping wrist tape around his hands as he walks toward the gorilla position. As he reaches the stairs and prepares to make his entrance, he stops and closes his eyes. The camera focuses on him as he sits down and meditates, repeatedly making a tight fist, fully extending his fingers, and rotating his wrists. Jay keeps his eyes shut, thinking about what he is about to go out there and do, about how much this moment means to him, and about how long it has taken to get back to this point once more….)

(…)

(Taking a deep breath, he opens his eyes wide. Thy named the Artist parts the curtain and gives it one last look before heading out as the camera tracks him from behind, following his path down to the ring.)

(‘Knights of Cynodia’ by Muse plays as red and black lights flash throughout the arena, drawing a respectful cheer from the crowd. Jay Jerry Johnson arrives at the grand stage of Pain for Pride 19, taking a sweeping look across the entire arena before adjusting his jacket and making his way down the ramp of the Pain for Pride Toronto stage.)

Bella Braxton: Introducing the final participant! ALSO REPRESENTING VOLTAGE! From Chicago, Illinois! Weighing 223 pounds! Here is “THE ARTIST” JAY! JERRY! JOHNSON!

Gavin Kirkland: Here comes a former two-time Interwire Champion looking to make his jump into the World Title scene and winning Cash in the Vault could give him the boost he needs.

Persephone: He is acting a little extra, isn’t he? Thank Gawd he didn’t use pyro or else Voltage would have gone way over budget and they would force this idiot to give the briefcase back to pay for his damn screw up.

Stew-O: We called Vincent a dark horse in this match, but you would have to include Jay Jerry Johnson in that discussion as well. He has the talent to walk away with the briefcase. But so does everyone else in this match. Six competitors. One briefcase. Who will leave as Mr. or Ms. Cash in the Vault? We are about to find out as this massacre is about to begin!

(Bella has left the ring as Jay hands his jacket to the ring attendant before entering the ring. His music has faded out as the referee looks around at all six competitors before officially calling for the bell!)

(DING! DING! DING!)

Stew-O: The sound of the bell means that this match is underway. One of these six competitors will climb the ladder of success and get them a guaranteed World Championship match. Does anybody have a favorite in this match?

Persephone: The first one that dies.

Gavin Kirkland: I think it should be one of the ladies in this match. I love a successful woman.

Stew-O: One is married. The other is in a relationship. Neither one wants you. As we get to the match, SILAS WORLD AS WELL AS FIRE AND ICE HAVE JUST STARTED TO BRAWL IN THE RING!

Gavin Kirkland: I take offense to that, but as Dynasty and Showdown’s representatives are fighting, Voltage’s Damon and Jay have gone to the outside and are getting themselves some ladders.

Persephone: Glad at least Voltage’s Elitists have some sort of brain power and grabbed some damn ladders. That is the point of the match!

Stew-O: Jay and Damon slid in from opposite sides of the ring and they immediately locked eyes. These two have a lot of history in the short time Damon has been in EAW.

Persephone: It’s a short history. It’s a boring history. It’s getting on my damn nerves. Just beat the hell out of each other.

Gavin Kirkland: It looks like you might get your wish BECAUSE DAMON AND JAY RUN AT EACH OTHER WITH THE LADDERS LIKE BATTERING RAMS TO MAYBE BASH EACH OTHER’S BRAINS IN–

(CRASH!!)

Stew-O: BUT THE LADDERS MEET HEAD ON AND IT’S A DRAW, SO DAMON GOES LOW WITH A KICK AND FORCES JAW TO ALMOST DROP THE LADDER ON HIMSELF!

Persephone: Clumsy and stupid and he’s on Voltage right now. He’s making ME look bad while being an idiot–

Gavin Kirkland: DAMON WITH THE LADDER TO THE SHOULDER FORCES JAY INTO THE CORNER AS DAMON DECIDES TO SET UP HIS LADDER AND TRY TO MAKE AN EARLY CLIMB TO THE TOP! COME ON SILAS WORLD!

Stew-O: The other four notice Damon trying to climb, BUT DAMON DOESN’T GET VERY FAR BEFORE BEING GANGED UP ON BY SILAS WORLD AND FIRE AND ICE!

Gavin Kirkland: Jay is trying to work out the ladder shot from his shoulder as now all six competitors are battling it out in the ring with one ladder already placed below the contract while there’s another ladder on the ground.

Persephone: We need more ladders. We need more broken bones. We need more BLOOD! What other reason is there to have this damn match?

Stew-O: How about that briefcase hanging in the air up there? I think that might be a good reason to have this match.

Persephone: Blah blah blah semantics.

Gavin Kirkland: As we get back to the match, Damon is down and Jay was just taken down by Fire and Ice while Silas World are bringing in ladders of their own. You know it isn’t an EAW Cash in the Vault Ladder match without an ass load of ladders in the ring.

Stew-O: Harper and Vincent are working together for a moment, a brief moment, as they get both ladders into the ring AND VINCENT CLOBBERS REX WITH THE LADDER TAKING HIM DOWN!

Persephone: I think stupid Harper is trying to use her ladder as a weapon, but she is trying to lift a ladder that is like triple her size. This is amusing to watch. One’s too old to be climbing ladders and we have another who can’t even set the ladder up.

Gavin Kirkland: Instead Harper grabs Raven by the hair when she was distracted AND THROWS HER FACE FIRST INTO THE LADDER! HARPER IS NOT PLAYING TONIGHT!

Stew-O: Vincent also just struck Jay with another ladder before he set his ladder up and now it’s just Silas World standing alone in the ring.

Gavin Kirkland: Oh come on guys! Now is not the time to start fighting each other! Wait until everyone else is dead and then fight each other.

Persephone: Why not now? They have enough weirdos in that group that are screwed up in the head. Why not just let these two beat each other to the point of stupidity.

Stew-O: HARPER LEE WITH A DISCUS LARIAT TO VINCENT MONDRIAN! THAT ONE LOOKED PERSONAL! I THINK IT MIGHT HAVE BEEN CONSIDERING SOME OF THE REMARKS MADE ABOUT A CERTAIN SOMEONE!

Persephone: Oh, you mean El Drano Drinker, the Oklahoma Nutcase? They deserve each other. They are a pretty weird couple except neither of them are pretty and they are both extremely weird.

Gavin Kirkland: They are NOT the same person, bitch. As Vincent was rocked by the lariat, he comes back AND HITS HARPER WITH A OPEN HANDED SLAP TO THE FACE! DAMN, WHAT A SHOT!

Stew-O: Is that a shot of no respect or a shot of no intimidation? Either way, Harper didn’t appreciate that at all–

(CRASH!)

Persephone: Oh great. The whore versions of Romeo and Juliet ruining something else. Big surprise.

Gavin Kirkland: REX AND RAVEN JUST CAME IN WITH A LADDER AND CLOBBERED HARPER AND VINCENT IN THE HEAD AND TOOK THEM BOTH OUT WITH ONE SHOT! HOW DARE THEY TREAT SILAS WORLD LIKE THAT?

Stew-O: You are aware that this match is every man for himself, right? Silas World will have to fight each other in order to win.

Gavin Kirkland: BUT NOT RIGHT NOW! Everybody else should be dead first and they fight to see who wins! That’s how it should be.

Persephone: Quit being a bitch, bitch!! They still have the ladder AND THEY CLOBBER OLD MAN DAMON WITH IT AND HE GOES BACK DOWN! BAHAHAHAHA! Isn’t it fun watching old fuckers get beat up?

Stew-O: You are sadistic and a little weird. BUT HERE COME FIRE AND ICE READY TO STRIKE JAY JERRY JOHNSON–

Persephone: HE DUCKS IT!! It’s not very fun when they avoid the shots and keep fighting.

Gavin Kirkland: Jay quickly turns around AND HITS A DROPKICK ON RAVEN FORCING HER TO FALL AND LET GO OF THE LADDER, LEAVING REX TO STUMBLE AND FALL FACE FIRST INTO THE LADDER!

Stew-O: I don’t think that a ladder is part of a balanced breakfast, but now the only one standing is Jay Jerry Johnson and he goes after Raven Roberts.

Persephone: Normally, I would make a comment regarding the uselessness that is Jay Jerry Johnson, but he is beating up that Birdbrain Bitch from Hell, so he will get a very rare occasion pass from me.

Gavin Kirkland: You are all heart as Jay picks up Raven and tries to go for a slam on her–

Stew-O: SHE SLIDES OFF HIS SHOULDERS AND TRIES TO WHIP HIM TO THE ROPES, BUT JAY IS ABLE TO REVERSE!

Gavin Kirkland: Raven comes off the ropes AND LEAVES HER FEET AND TAKES JAY DOWN WITH A LOU THESZ PRESS AND SHE IS THROWING LEFTS AND RIGHTS INTO JAY’S SKULL!

Persephone: We have all these weapons and ladder at our disposal to use to brutalize people and she’s wrestling. The hell is wrong with this bitch… nevermind, I know.

Stew-O: RAVEN IS JUST BEATING UP ON JAY UNTIL DAMON COMES OUT OF NOWHERE AND KICKS RAVEN RIGHT IN THE HEAD!!

Persephone: Nothing up there besides botox and hair dye.

Gavin Kirkland: Damon is a very vicious and methodical competitor who is not going to be playing games as he picks Raven up AND JUST SLAMS HER ON THE LADDER!

Stew-O: He isn’t done! He pulls Raven back to her feet AND DROPS HER RIGHT BACK ON THE LADDER WITH A BACK SUPLEX!

Persephone: What an absolute idiot! This old fuck must have not taken his meds this morning because he also landed on the ladder. He’s not crazy because he’s vicious, it’s because he’s senile.

Gavin Kirkland: Damon is back on his feet AND HERE COMES REX! REX IS JUST BEATING THE HELL OUT OF DAMON RIGHT NOW!

Stew-O: Even if it’s every man for himself, he is still going to defend his wife from whack jobs and violent weirdos. Right now, Rex is throwing everything but the kitchen sink at Damon right now to prove a point.

Gavin Kirkland: This is the point of the match to do anything and everything you can to damage your opposition as Rex grabs Damon AND DELIVERS A FACEBUSTER ONTO THE LADDER!

Persephone: Don’t break those rungs. They might be needed later on for steel body parts during surgery.

Stew-O: Damon tastes the steel of the ladder as he is back down on the mat as Rex now sees a golden opportunity to try for the briefcase and get himself a World Championship match.

Persephone: I hope the bastard falls off the ladder and breaks his neck.

Gavin Kirkland: Let it go. But right now Rex is not going to let it go as tries to start a climb-

Stew-O: HERE COMES SILAS WORLD! VINCENT AND HARPER ARE BACK IN THE MATCH AND THEY PULL REX OFF THE LADDER AND HARPER HITS THE HOUSE OF BALLOONS EARLY!

Persephone: So the pixie bitch hit a backstabber on a dumb fuck. Fitting on both ends if you know what I mean.

Gavin Kirkland: Well, just as quick as Rex got back into the match, he’s back out and that once again leaves Silas World as the last people standing–-

Stew-O: UNTIL WE SEE JAY JERRY JOHNSON DROPKICK HARPER FROM BEHIND TO TRY AND TAKE HER OUT OF THE EQUATION, BUT HERE COMES VINCENT!

Gavin Kirkland: Vincent goes for a kick, but Jay grabs Vincent to the ropes! Vincent with the rebound AS HE COMES BACK WITH A RUNNING YAKUZA KICK THAT CATCHES JAY RIGHT IN THE FACE!

Persephone: Might have knocked a tooth out, but I would much rather see him be busted open, but what can you do? I know. YOU KILL EACH OTHER!!

Stew-O: Jay is down for the moment and Vincent Mondrian has a chance to go for the briefcase as he starts the climb up the ladder.

Persephone: These idiots seem directionally challenged. You tell them to go up and they will get lost or take a year to get up the damn ladder.

Gavin Kirkland: Vincent is about halfway up the ladder AS HARPER COMES BACK AND PULLS VINCENT OFF THE LADDER! LOOK AT THESE TWO! THEY ARE GLARING AT EACH OTHER ONCE AGAIN!

Stew-O: Remember that this match has no room for alliances AS HARPER RETURNS THE SLAP THAT VINCENT GAVE HER EARLIER!

Persephone: Forget the bitch slapping, get down to real business like using the ladders to brutally maim each other and maybe get injured to the point that they have to retire–

Gavin Kirkland: VINCENT WENT FOR THE ROUNDHOUSE KICK AND HARPER DUCKS UNDER VINCENT’S LEGS AND CLIMBS RIGHT UP THE LADDER! SHE ABOUT OUTSMARTED HIM THERE!

Stew-O: BUT VINCENT GRABS HER AND PULLS HER OFF THE LADDER, BUT HARPER GRABS VINCENT BY THE HEAD AND PLANTS HIM WITH A MODIFIED TORNADO DDT!

Gavin Kirkland: Vincent was spiked on his head as Harper grabs a different ladder and drags it towards the corner as she decides to climb to the high rent district that is the top rope.

Persephone: She isn’t going up there to raise her intelligence level. Maybe she is up there to feel taller.

Stew-O: Harper has hold of the ladder as she gets her balance on the top rope BEFORE COMING OFF THE TOP ROPE AS SHE FALLS WITH THE LADDER–

Persephone: Wow. That was very exciting. Almost up there with painting my nails.

Gavin Kirkland: HARPER SANDWICHES VINCENT BETWEEN THE MAT AND THE LADDER AND GETS THE ADVANTAGE! I hate this Silas World on Silas World violence.

Stew-O: I don’t think the rest of the world shares the same sentiment as you. But Harper is back on her feet as she gets the ladder again and positions it in the corner. She grabs Raven Roberts and whips her to the corner–

(CRACK!)

Persephone: HAHAHAHAHA! BITCH CRACKS HER BACK AGAINST THE LADDER AND NOW IS JUST IN THE CORNER READY TO GET THE SHIT BEAT OUT OF HER! DO NOT DISAPPOINT ME!

Gavin Kirkland: Harper GOES RUNNING FULL SPEED TOWARDS THE CORNER AND LOOKS FOR A RUNNING METEORA–

Stew-O: RAVEN DUCKS OUT OF THE WAY AND HARPER DELIVERS THE METEORA–

Gavin Kirkland: OH NO! NOBODY HOME AS RAVEN GETS OUT OF THE WAY AND HARPER GOES KNEES FIRST INTO THE LADDER! NOT A PRETTY LANDING BY THAT PRETTY LADY!

Persephone: Gross. You are still such an ugly creepo. But it was amusing to see Harper just completely biff a move and look like an idiot!

Stew-O: Harper hits the mat hard as Raven is back on her feet as she grabs Harper and brings her back to her feet AND SHE TOSSES HARPER SPINE FIRST INTO THE LADDER THANKS TO THAT JUDO THROW BY RAVEN!

Persephone: Harper almost landed on her head. Shame she didn’t break her voicebox when she landed.

Gavin Kirkland: Raven grabs Harper and goes to do something BUT THE BIG BOOT FROM DAMON LAZARUS CATCHES BOTH LADIES AND TAKES THEM BOTH DOWN WITH ONE SHOT!

Stew-O: Damon grabs Harper Lee and LIFTS HER UP IN THE AIR FOR A POWERBOMB AND DRIVES HER RIGHT THROUGH THE MAT!

Persephone: That’s because Harper weighs about 86 pounds with a couple of bricks in each pocket. Hell, this creepy bastard could have thrown Harper all the way to the top of the ramp!

Gavin Kirkland: Either way, Harper is down and I really don’t like that, BUT HERE COMES JAY JERRY JOHNSON! Now Damon has his attention turned to Jay AND JAY DELIVERS A BICYCLE KNEE STRIKE!

Stew-O: Damon was rocked after that shot AS JAY GRABS DAMON BY THE HEAD AND TRIES TO GO FOR A TORNADO DDT–

Gavin Kirkland: DAMON IS BLOCKING IT! JAY IS IN THE AIR AS DAMON WALKS HIM OVER TO THE LADDER THAT IS ON THE MAT AND JUST LAUNCHES HIM CHEST FIRST ONTO THE LADDER!

Persephone: Does anybody else enjoy hearing the crunch sound a ladder makes when the human body crashes against it? No? Just me? Of course it is.

Stew-O: It might be just you as Damon decides to climb the ladder one more time and go for the briefcase.

Persephone: About damn time. These people are as slow as ever. Especially this old man. End this already if this is all they are going to do.

Gavin Kirkland: Damon is getting closer to the briefcase as he REACHES UP TO TRY AND GRAB THE BRIEFCASE–

Stew-O: REX MCALLISTER! REX IS BACK ON HIS FEET AND HE IS STANDING BY THE SIDE OF THE LADDER! REX IS SHAKING THE LADDER TO TRY AND GET DAMON OFF BALANCE!

Persephone: Can somebody get back on their feet and just beat the shit of this rat bastard?

Gavin Kirkland: REX FINALLY GETS THE LADDER TIPPING OVER TO THE SIDE AND DAMON GOES OFF BALANCE AND OFF THE LADDER, BUT HE IS ABLE TO LAND ON HIS FEET!

Stew-O: DAMON WITH A DROPKICK TAKES REX OFF BALANCE AND DOWN TO HIS KNEES! Damon gets the ladder and puts it back in an upright position–

(CRASH!!)

Gavin Kirkland: VINCENT! VINCENT MONDRIAN WITH A STEEL CHAIR AS HE CRACKS DAMON IN THE HEAD WITH THE CHAIR THAT STAGGERS DAMON AND SENDS HIM TO THE ROPES!

Persephone: Didn’t hit him hard enough because the old man hasn’t started bleeding yet. HIT HIM AGAIN!! BUST HIM OPEN!!

Stew-O: Vincent sees that Damon is still on his feet after that chair shot AND VINCENT USES THE CHAIR ONCE AGAIN AS A BATTERING RAM AND CRACKS DAMON IN THE FACE! DAMON GOES OVER THE TOP!

Persephone: HIS OLD ASS IS STILL ON THE APRON! DOES THIS IDIOT EVEN KNOW HOW TO USE A STEEL CHAIR AS A WEAPON? Are those people on Showdown just weak or just stupid?

Gavin Kirkland: Watch your mouth! BUT LOOK! HARPER LEE! HARPER LEE FROM THE TOP ROPE HITS A MISSILE DROPKICK THAT SENDS DAMON SAILING OFF THE APRON AND CRASHING ONTO THE FLOOR BELOW!

Stew-O: We are back to Silas World standing alone as Harper and Vincent look ready to once again battle it out against each other.

Persephone: Like it was interesting the first time they did it.

Gavin Kirkland: VINCENT TRIED FOR A KASIGIRI CHOP BUT HARPER DUCKS OUT OF THE WAY AND DELIVERS A DROPKICK TO THE BACK OF VINCENT’S LEG!

Stew-O: Harper grabs Vincent’s head AS SHE RUNS TOWARDS THE MIDDLE TURNBUCKLE LOOKING FOR A BULLDOG!

Gavin Kirkland: INSTEAD VINCENT LIFTS HARPER IN THE AIR AND DROPS HER WITH A BACK SUPLEX COUNTER! HARPER LANDS HARD ON THE BACK OF HER HEAD!

Persephone: Should have dropped her on her neck, but of course he doesn’t–

(CRACK!)

Stew-O: JAY JERRY JOHNSON WITH A KENDO STICK OF ALL THINGS AS HE CRACKS VINCENT RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FOREHEAD! ANOTHER SHOT SENDS VINCENT BACK TOWARDS THE ROPES!

Persephone: Look at Jay trying to be useful. It’s a sad try, but he is trying nonetheless. Whatever!

Gavin Kirkland: JAY TRIES TO SWING THE KENDO STICK ONE MORE TIME BUT VINCENT GETS OUT OF THE WAY AS JAY SPRINGBOARDS ONTO THE ROPES AND GRABS VINCENT BY THE HEAD–

Stew-O: AND PLANTS HIM WITH THE “PRETTY VISITOR” THE CUTTER PLANTS VINCENT AS HE ROLLS OUT OF THE RING!

Persephone: It wasn’t pretty at all. Don’t let the name fool you unless you are stupid.

Gavin Kirkland: Jay sees the ladder and decides it’s time for him to climb and take a chance to go for the briefcase—

Stew-O: HARPER LEE! HARPER LEE IS CLIMBING UP THE OTHER SIDE AND THEY BOTH MEET AT THE TOP OF THE LADDER AND START THROWING HANDS TO TRY TO KNOCK THE OTHER OFF THE LADDER!!

Gavin Kirkland: Both competitors throwing lefts and rights to try to get the advantage, but neither one of them are able to get the edge–

Persephone: OH MY GAWD!! WHY ARE THEY STILL ALIVE!

Stew-O: REX! RAVEN! FIRE AND ICE ARE STANDING BY THE LADDER! THEY ARE TIPPING THE LADDER AS BOTH JAY AND HARPER FALL OF THE LADDER AND CATCH THE TOP ROPE AND GO TUMBLING OUT OF THE RING!!

Persephone: Why do the fates hate me?

Gavin Kirkland: Rex and Raven are the only two people standing in the ring right now and they both have their eyes on a ladder in the ring.

(Time seemed to stop as Raven came to the realization that she was able to seize the moment. No one was around and there was a discarded ladder just waiting for her to grab.)

Persephone: I swear if this bitch wins Cash in the Vault, I’m done. I’m out.

Gavin Kirkland: Which means Sienna Swann can sit in your place and I’m fine with that :blessed:!

Persephone: Shut your bitch ass up! Absolutely NO ONE wants to see Raven Roberts potentially become a world champion again.

Stew-O: I beg to differ! Raven is repping Friday Night Dynasty and she’s got that ladder perfectly positioned under the briefcase! Raven is starting to climb. SHE’S GOING TO BECOME A TWO-TIME CASH IN THE VAULT WINNER!!!

(In that moment, Raven blocked out all the pain and all the noise. She didn’t bother to check her surroundings and see if anyone else had made their way back into the ring. She glanced up at the briefcase and estimated the distance she had left in order to grab it.)

Raven Roberts: (off-mic) One more rung…

Gavin Kirkland: RAVEN TAKES ANOTHER STEP AND REACHES FOR THE BRIEFCASE! HER FINGERTIPS JUST BRUSHED IT!

Stew-O: ONE MORE STEP, RAVEN!

(But… as Raven went to take that final step, she felt the ladder move. She hadn’t been anticipating someone coming after her and she nearly slipped. However, the ladder righted itself but someone was now opposite of her and he had a bigger reach than she…)

Rex McAllister: (off-mic) I’m sorry…

Persephone: Ugh.

Gavin Kirkland: REX JUST CAUGHT RAVEN OFF GUARD AND NAILS HER WITH A RIGHT HAND! That almost sends her off the ladder, giving Rex a chance to go for the briefcase! Raven is hanging on, and she fires back with a nasty right hand of her own! She looks absolutely furious right now and she stiffs Rex flush across the jaw!

Stew-O: REX HAS TO GRAB THE TOP OF THE LADDER TO HANG ON! Raven is punching him in the face and head! Rex is finally able to block and he grabs Raven by the hair! He gets her in the face with a forearm, releases the hair, and goes for an uppercut! The force of that uppercut has Raven reeling!

Persephone: Why can’t they both just die? I have never hated two people more than I hate them.

(Rex closed his eyes, not wanting to see his wife fall to the ground. It was every person for themselves in this match, but knowing he was about to take something Raven desperately wanted from her didn’t make him feel good. All he could do now was end the match, take it for himself, and comfort Raven, assuming she would allow him to do that.)

Gavin Kirkland: REX LUNGES FOR THE BRIEFCASE BUT HOLD ON! RAVEN IS HANGING ONTO THE LADDER AND PULLING HERSELF UP!

Stew-O: REX IS FUMBLING WITH THE LATCH BUT HE IS NOW AWARE THAT HE DIDN’T KILL RAVEN’S HOPES AND DREAMS! HE LOOKS SURPRISED AND LOOK AT RAVEN! SHE IS GRINNING AT HIM!

Raven Roberts: (off-mic) I say this with affection… fuck you!

Gavin Kirkland: RAVEN GRABS THE BRIEFCASE AND SLAMS IT INTO REX’S HEAD! REX NEARLY FALLS AND HE’S SOMEHOW ABLE TO BLOCK THE NEXT SHOT WITH THE BRIEFCASE! HE GRABS ONTO IT, PUNCHES RAVEN IN THE STOMACH, AND HE SLAMS IT RIGHT INTO HER HEAD!

Persephone: Sigh.

Stew-O: THEY BOTH ARE GLARING AT ONE ANOTHER NOW AND IT’S RAVEN WHO THROWS THE FIRST PUNCH! REX FIRES BACK! RAVEN AGAIN! NOW REX! RAVEN! REX! RAVEN! REX! RAVEN! REX! REX! REX! REX!

Gavin Kirkland: DESPERATION HEADBUTT FROM RAVEN! THAT STUNNED REX! RAVEN WITH ANOTHER HEADBUTT! AND ANOTHER! SHE GRABS THE BRIEFCASE AND STARTS TO UNLATCH IT BUT REX HAS HER ARM!

Stew-O: REX TAKES A STEP UP THE LADDER AND GRABS RAVEN’S OTHER ARM! SHE IS FIGHTING HIM WITH EVERYTHING SHE HAS BUT REX LETS HER GO… JUST TO GRAB HER HEAD AND SMASHES IT ON THE TOP OF THE LADDER!

Persephone: Fall bitch, damn.

Gavin Kirkland: LOOK AT THE SHOCK ON REX’S FACE! RAVEN SLIPPED DOWN A FEW RUNGS BUT SHE IS ALERT AND GLARING AT REX!

(Unable to help it, Rex grinned. Raven was a fighter and it was one of the things he loved the most about her. Raven clawed her way back to the top of the ladder and there they were; Fire & Ice. The two simply stared at one another. After being together for so long, they didn’t need words in order to communicate. They knew exactly what the other person was thinking. Rex and Raven tore their gazes from one another and looked up at the briefcase…)

Stew-O: THEY BOTH GRAB THE BRIEFCASE! THEY’RE BOTH WORKING TOGETHER TO UNLATCH IT! HAVE WE EVER HAD DUAL CASH IN THE VAULT HOLDERS?

Persephone: ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOT! NO! WE ARE NOT GOING TO SUFFER THROUGH FIRE AND STUPID FUCKING ICE SHARING THE BRIEFCASE! NO! NO! NO!

Gavin Kirkland: :lupe: I THINK WE’RE GOING TO HAVE CO-HOLDERS!

(Not if he had anything to say about it…)

Persephone: OH THANK FUCK! I NEVER IN MY LIFE THOUGHT I WOULD CHEER FOR SOMETHING AS HIDEOUS AS VINCENT MONDRIAN!

Gavin Kirkland: Oh come on! He has a better face now!!!

(Vincent wasted no time, and it’s a good thing. Rex and Raven were about to take the briefcase down. He dashed into the ring and threw his entire body at the ladder. The audience gasped as the ladder started to sway. Rex and Raven were forced to let go of the case in order to keep their balance but it didn’t matter.)

(Thanks to Vincent, the ladder teetered and almost in slow motion fell to the side. Rex managed to grab hold of Raven, doing anything he could to try and protect her as they fell. They landed in a heap outside of the ring and there stood Vincent, grinning maniacally at the damage he had caused.)

Stew-O: Wow.

Persephone: Personally, I think we should just stop the match and give him the briefcase for saving us from an absolute disaster.

(Meanwhile, Damon Lazarus is watching on the outside, allowing Vincent Mondrian his moment as he continues to pace around, allowing himself a moment to have a breather. It’s not a race, and he knows that. But suddenly, his mind begins to wander…)

Fan: WOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! LET’S GO EL DUQUE’S GIRLFRIEND! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(A fan in an El Duque mask is seen in the front row.)

Fan: I LOVE YOU, EL DUQUE’S GIRLFRIEND! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Damon Lazarus: …

(Damon lunges forward, grabbing a hold of the head of the fan and beginning to rip at him!)

Gavin Kirkland: HEY! UNCLENCH THAT FAN!

Persephone: Noooooo, Damonnnnnn… Don’t get us a lawsuitttttt…

(Damon ultimately manages to get what he wants, ripping the El Duque mask off of him and bringing it into his hands as he takes a couple of paces back.)

Fan: HEY! I PAID A LOT OF MONEY FOR THAT MASK! ARE YOU GONNA PAY ME $200-

(POW!)

Stew-O: DAMON JUST CLOCKED THAT FAN IN THE MOUTH! HEY!

(Damon shakes his head as he takes the mask in his hands, before his eyes wander over… to Harper Lee.)

Gavin Kirkland: Harper is slowly trying to crawl up to her feet. Looking to recover and make her way back into the ring to take advantage of the situation-

Persephone: BUT DAMON RUNS UP TO HER AND KICKS HER DIRECTLY IN THE MIDSECTION! Oof…

(Harper groans as she rolls to her side, and Damon takes the mask and puts it on his head, snatching Harper by the hair and beginning to pull her up.)

Damon Lazarus: (off-mic) Your mind wanders from this match for a damn fool with a mask on.

Stew-O: DAMON DRIVES HIS KNEE DIRECTLY INTO HER ABDOMEN!

Damon Lazarus: (off-mic) Making yourself look like an idiot.

Gavin Kirkland: DAMON CONNECTS WITH ANOTHER KNEE!

Damon Lazarus: (off-mic) Is this who you want to be-

(THUD!)

Persephone: BUT HARPER FINALLY RUNS THAT IDIOT BACK FIRST INTO THE RINGPOST! AND NOW SHE’S BEGINNING TO UNLOAD ON HIM WITH A FLURRY OF LEFTS AND RIGHTS TO THE FACE!

Stew-O: DAMON IS TRYING HIS BEST TO BRING HIS HANDS UP, BUT HARPER IS COMING AT HIM RIGHT NOW LIKE A HOUSE OF FIRE! SHE GRABS A HOLD OF HIM, BEFORE SENDING HIM SHOULDER FIRST DIRECTLY INTO THE BARRICADE!

Gavin Kirkland: A fiery blonde, I love it! Damon clutches himself as he winces in pain, and Harper quickly runs over and grabs a hold of him before turning him around! AND RUNNING HIM INTO THE STEEL STEPS!

(CRASH)!

Persephone: BUT DAMON MANAGES TO TURN IT AROUND AND SEND HARPER INTO THE STEPS INSTEAD!

(Damon stumbles away, shaking his head as he mumbles obscenities. He rips the mask off his head, scrunching his face in anger as he approaches Harper.)

Damon Lazarus: (off-mic) You fucked up now, girl…

(Damon grabs Harper by the hair again and takes the mask.)

Stew-O: DAMON SHOVES THE EL DUQUE MASK DIRECTLY INTO HARPER’S MOUTH!

(Damon presses down on her head and forces her to bite, as he continues to trash-talk.)

Damon Lazarus: (off-mic) It might not be Donny’s dick… but at least it’s something of his in your goddamn mouth, stupid son of a bitch.

Gavin Kirkland: DAMON GRABS HARPER BY THE HEAD AND SLAMS HER AGAINST THE EDGE OF THE APRON-

Persephone: NO! HARPER MANAGES TO BRING HER HANDS OUT! SHE DRIVES A SHARP ELBOW DIRECTLY INTO HIS RIBCAGE BEFORE GRABBING HIM AND ROLLING HIM BACK INTO THE RING!

Stew-O: And look what’s happening around them as well! Fire & Ice have both managed to recover from what just happened, and they’re making a beeline straight for Vincent Mondrian inside the ring! Meanwhile, Jay Jerry Johnson has intercepted Harper Lee and Damon and is beginning to unleash some fire as well! Looking to get himself back into the fold!

Stew-O: REX AND RAVEN BOTH UNLOAD ON VINCENT, KICKING AND CLUBBING AWAY UNTIL THEY FORCE HIM DOWN TO A KNEE! GETTING A LITTLE PAYBACK BEFORE DUMPING VINCENT OVER THE TOP ROPE!

(Rex pats Raven on the chest with the back of his hand before pointing up at the briefcase. Both immediately take the initiative and roll out to retrieve ladders. Jay Jerry Johnson rolls out under the bottom rope from the corner, while even Vincent is scrambling for a ladder at ringside!)

Persephone: Oh, great! Shit and Ass are gonna try going for the briefcase again. Let’s hope it goes better than last time.

Gavin Kirkland: Shit and Ass? Is that your way of referring to Fire and Ice?

Persephone: Duh.

Stew-O: All four slide back into the ring with ladders of different sizes and come to a complete standstill… BEFORE ALL OF THEM JUST TRY TO THROW THE LADDERS AT EACH OTHER! ALL FOUR LADDERS COLLIDE IN THE CENTER OF THE RING— BEFORE EVERYONE DECIDES TO SAY “SCREW IT” AND JUST LUNGES AT EACH OTHER INSTEAD! JAY IS TRADING SHOTS WITH RAVEN! VINCENT IS GOING AT IT WITH REX!

Gavin Kirkland: IT’S A FULL-ON HOCKEY FIGHT BETWEEN ALL FOUR, AND JAY MANAGES TO TOSS RAVEN OUT THROUGH THE MIDDLE ROPE! BUT RAVEN LANDS ON HER FEET, STAGGERING FOR A MOMENT BEFORE TURNING AROUND AS JAY STEPS OUT ONTO THE APRON! FLYING OFF WITH A KNEE STRIKE!

Persephone: Ha!

Stew-O: REX FIRES BACK WITH SHOTS TO THE MIDSECTION AGAINST VINCENT AND SENDS HIM OUT THROUGH THE MIDDLE ROPE! REX FOLLOWS HIM OUT AND PULLS VINCENT BACK UP FOR A FOREARM STRIKE! A HARD FOREARM FROM REX STUNS VINCENT— WHILE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE RING, JAY JERRY JOHNSON HAS HIS HANDS ON A CHAIR!

Gavin Kirkland: YOU’RE NOT LIMITED TO JUST LADDERS, AND JAY KNOWS IT AS HE—

(BANG!)

Gavin Kirkland: THROWS THAT CHAIR RIGHT INTO RAVEN’S FACE! IT SOUNDED LIKE A GUNSHOT!

Stew-O: Jay sets that chair up at ringside before pulling Raven back to her feet, looking to launch her into the barricade! BUT RAVEN REVERSES AT THE LAST SECOND, SENDING JAY BACK-FIRST INSTEAD! JAY GOES CRASHING BACK-FIRST INTO THE BARRICADE! MEANWHILE, REX SMASHES VINCENT’S FACE OFF THE STEEL STEPS, DROPPING HIM DOWN TO ALL FOURS!

Gavin Kirkland: Raven eyes that chair Jay set up while Jay is still leaning against the barricade, trying to create some space. SHE BUILDS MOMENTUM, LOOKING TO KICK OFF OF IT… BUT HER MOMENTUM GETS CUT OFF IN AN INSTANT! JAY SWATS HER OUT OF MID-AIR WITH A CLOTHESLINE! HE JUST TOOK RAVEN OUT OF THE SKY AND NOW HE’S STOMPING AWAY ON HER AS SHE TRIES TO COVER UP!

Persephone: Serves the bitch right.

Stew-O: Rex looks to throw Vincent into the steel steps, BUT VINCENT TURNS THE IRISH WHIP AROUND, SENDING REX GUT-FIRST INTO THEM INSTEAD! Rex drops to a knee, clutching his midsection while leaning against the steps as Vincent starts searching around ringside. He’s likely looking for a ladder or another weapon to bring into this match. Meanwhile, Jay spots Rex and pulls him up for a KNIFE EDGE CHOP THAT SENDS HIM STAGGERING!

Gavin Kirkland: Jay reaches under the ring and pulls out a TABLE! He gets one side propped up, but can’t set the other as Raven comes flying in with a TALON!! :damn:

Stew-O: RAVEN WITH THAT MASSIVE ROCKET KICK RIGHT TO THE FACE OF JAY! AND NOW SHE’S RAINING DOWN PUNCH AFTER PUNCH TO THE HEAD AS HE TRIES TO COVER UP! BUT WITH HER BACK TURNED, LOOK INSIDE THE RING! HARPER LEE IS SETTING UP A LADDER IN THE CENTER AND STARTING THE CLIMB! HARPER LEE IS GOING FOR THE BRIEFCASE!

Persephone: Oh God. She’d somehow become even more insufferable than she already is.

Gavin Kirkland: EVER THE OPPORTUNIST, LEE HAS HER FINGERTIPS ON IT! SO SMART, SO DANGEROUS, SO SE—

Stew-O: I’M GONNA STOP YOU RIGHT THERE AS RAVEN DOES THE SAME TO HARPER! SHE YANKS HARPER OFF THE LADDER! HARPER LANDS ON HER FEET AND TAKES A SWING, BUT RAVEN DUCKS UNDER IT! RAVEN SLIPS UNDER THE CLOTHESLINE AND STARTS SCAMPERING UP THE LADDER HERSELF! TRYING TO STEAL IT AWAY, BUT HARPER CLUBS HER ACROSS THE BACK! DRAGGING RAVEN BACK DOWN AND THROWING HER ASIDE!

Gavin Kirkland: Raven rolls into the corner and rises to one knee while Harper folds the ladder herself, wedging it into the corner and balancing it on the middle rope! Harper turns to face Raven in the opposite corner, marching right toward her before pulling Raven up for an IRISH WHIP INTO THE LADDER! :lupe:

Persephone: YES! C’mon, c’mon… NO!

Stew-O: RAVEN STOPS HER MOMENTUM WITH A BASEBALL SLIDE! THAT CLEARLY FRUSTRATES HARPER LEE, WHO CHARGES IN HERSELF! BUT RAVEN SIDESTEPS AT THE LAST SECOND, SENDING HARPER GUT-FIRST INTO THE LADDER! LEE STAGGERS BACK OUT RIGHT INTO A HUNTRESS BOMB!

Gavin Kirkland: RAVEN WITH THE SITOUT SPINEBUSTER! HARPER LEE GETS DRIVEN INTO THE MAT AND ROLLS OUT TO RINGSIDE IN PAIN! WITH THAT, RAVEN HAS THE RING TO HERSELF AND ANOTHER OPENING TO SECURE THE CASH IN THE VAULT BRIEFCASE!

Persephone: Yeah, I take back what I said about Harper Lee winning. This might actually be worse.

Gavin Kirkland: Raven’s disposed of Harper and NOW SHE DISPOSES OF JAY NEXT AS HE TRIES TO RE-ENTER WITH A LADDER, DROPKICKING IT RIGHT INTO HIS FACE AND KNOCKING HIM BACK TO RINGSIDE!

(Raven looks out at Jay, who’s curled up almost in a fetal position, covering up with the ladder draped over him. She then briefly scans the entire field at ringside before suddenly springing into action.)

Stew-O: Raven grabs the ladder that had been wedged in the corner and sets it up in the center of the ring! Even after getting taken out, Harper bought herself and everyone else a little time since Raven still has to set the ladder up herself. But Raven gets it in place and begins climbing, WHICH LEAVES AN OPENING FOR VINCENT TO STRIKE FROM BEHIND!

Gavin Kirkland: Vincent leans another ladder into the corner before dragging Raven off the ladder and onto his shoulders, staring directly at the ladder he just set up… BEFORE DRIVING HER INTO IT WITH A TELLTALE HEART!!! RUNNING DEATH VALLEY DRIVER STRAIGHT INTO THE LADDER!! THE LADDER SNAPS IN HALF! :damn:

Persephone: I might be converted to Silas World by the end of this match! Oh, but then again, that would mean pledging allegiance to a bald person, and that’s just something I can’t do.

(Rex slides into the ring while Vincent and Raven writhe in the broken ladder rubble. He briefly considers checking on Raven as she rolls out under the bottom rope, but reluctantly chooses to focus on winning the match instead, repositioning the ladder in the center of the ring.)

Persephone: I don’t know why he hesitated. It’s every man and woman for themselves! Worry about the broad later or something.

Stew-O: I think anyone would feel the need to check on their partner in a situation like this.

Persephone: Not me.

Stew-O: That’s because you’re not…

Persephone: I’m not what, Stew?

Stew-O: …for lack of a better word, normal?

Persephone: :wtf:

Gavin Kirkland: Rex starts climbing that ladder— BUT VINCENT CUTS HIM OFF AGAIN! HE’S BEEN A CONSTANT THORN IN THE SIDE OF FIRE AND ICE ALL MATCH LONG! THIS TIME, VINCENT RIPS REX OFF THE LADDER WITH A POWERBOMB! LOOKING TO LAUNCH REX INTO THE CORNER WITH CERO—

Stew-O: HE WENT FOR THE BUCKLE BOMB, BUT REX TURNS IT AROUND AT THE LAST SECOND WITH A HURRICANRANA, SENDING VINCENT INTO THE CORNER INSTEAD!

Gavin Kirkland: WHAT A REVERSAL! REX IMMEDIATELY STARTS CRAWLING BACK TOWARD THAT LADDER! DRAGGING HIMSELF UP RUNG BY RUNG FOR A CHANCE TO BECOME WORLD CHAMPION ONCE AGAIN!

Stew-O: REX IS AT THE TOP! HE’S REACHING FOR THE BRIEFCASE, TRYING TO UNHOOK IT!

(Rex reaches up with one hand, desperately trying to unhook the briefcase… before glancing down to the opposite side of the ladder.)

(Damon Lazarus.)

(A sick grin spreads across Damon’s face as Rex immediately realizes what he’s thinking, shouting at him not to do it.)

Stew-O: Uh-oh… this is bad. This is really bad. What the hell is Damon about to do here? :lupe:

Persephone: I don’t know, but whatever it is, I’m already loving it. :mjlit:

(Damon slowly begins tipping the ladder backward, a cruel smile still plastered across his face as Rex’s expression turns to panic. Rex desperately clings to the top, trying to steady himself before—)

Gavin Kirkland: WHOA! REX COMES FLYING OFF THE LADDER WITH A TWISTING CROSSBODY RIGHT ONTO VINCENT! :roman:

Stew-O: WHAT INCREDIBLE PRESENCE OF MIND FROM THE HALL OF FAMER! THINKING ON THE FLY AND TURNING A DISASTER INTO AN OPENING!

(Vincent rolls out under the bottom rope while Rex pushes himself back to his feet, clutching at his ribs in pain. Damon quickly takes advantage, repositioning the ladder in the center before charging in!)

Stew-O: DAMON WITH A KICK TO THE GUT, DOUBLING REX OVER! THAT SENDS HIM STAGGERING BACK INTO THE ROPES, WHERE DAMON UNLOADS WITH A FLURRY OF RIGHT HANDS RIGHT BETWEEN THE EYES! DAMON THEN GOES FOR THE IRISH WHIP INTO THE LADDER— BUT REX DUCKS UNDER IT AT THE LAST SECOND! REBOUNDING OFF THE ROPES!

(CLANK!!)

Gavin Kirkland: DAMON JUST SHOVED THAT LADDER STRAIGHT INTO REX’S FACE! HE CAUGHT HIM FLUSH! WHAT A SICKENING SHOT!

(Rex spills out onto the apron as a nasty gash opens at the top of his head, blood quickly starting to run down through his hair. Damon calmly folds the ladder and lays it flat on the mat…)

Stew-O: Rex is busted open, and you have to think that only fires someone like Damon Lazarus up even more! Damon drags Rex back through the middle rope, leaving him draped and completely vulnerable for a spike DDT!

Stew-O: # “BLACKEST EYES” ONTO THE LADDER!

Stew-O: HE PLANTS HIM! REX GETS DRIVEN HEAD-FIRST INTO THAT LADDER, AND REX MIGHT BE OUT OF THIS MATCH FOR GOOD!

Persephone: Unc has a chance of becoming World Champion… imagine that. Mostly slow and boring, but I guess there’d be a few bright spots.

Gavin Kirkland: Damon struggles back to his feet after hurting himself a bit on that DDT… BUT HERE COMES JAY JERRY JOHNSON SLIDING IN WITH THE LADDER ON HIS HEAD! SWINGING IT AROUND LIKE A HELICOPTER AND SMASHING IT RIGHT INTO DAMON’S FACE! :yikes:

Stew-O: DAMON GOES DOWN! VINCENT GOES DOWN TOO AFTER RUNNING RIGHT INTO THE SPINNING LADDER! NEXT IS RAVEN ROBERTS, WHO DUCKS UNDER THE SWING JUST IN TIME! SHE HITS THE ROPES— BEFORE JAY JUST HURLS THE LADDER STRAIGHT INTO HER FACE!

Persephone: That’s one way to do it.

Stew-O: BUT THAT MOMENT LEAVES JAY WIDE OPEN AS DAMON POUNCES, DIGGING HIS FINGERS INTO THE EYES! DAMON TRIES TO THROW HIM OUT THROUGH THE MIDDLE ROPE, BUT JAY TURNS IT AROUND! SENDING DAMON OVER THE TOP ROPE INSTEAD! DAMON LANDS ON HIS FEET— BUT ONLY FOR A SECOND BEFORE JAY CRASHES INTO HIM WITH A BASEBALL SLIDE DROPKICK!

Gavin Kirkland: Jay slithers out under the bottom rope, dragging Damon toward that half-propped table before unloading with punches right to the skull!

(Jay throws a ladder over Damon’s body as well, propping it against him before backing away…)

Gavin Kirkland: JAY SLIDES BACK INTO THE RING AND TAKES OFF! RUNNING THE ROPES FOR A… SUICIDE DIVE! SUICIDE DIVE THROUGH THE TABLE! BOTH MEN GO CRASHING THROUGH IN A VIOLENT WRECK!

Persephone: :gladbron:

Stew-O: JAY JUST THREW HIS OWN BODY ON THE LINE TO TAKE OUT LAZARUS! THAT HATRED BETWEEN THESE TWO MIGHT BE BOILING OVER RIGHT BEFORE OUR EYES! BUT— OH, HARPER! HARPER LEE SLIDES INTO THE RING, READY TO CAPITALIZE AS THE FIELD HAS BEEN CLEARED ONCE AGAIN!

Gavin Kirkland: HARPER STARTS CLIMBING THE LADDER— BUT RAVEN YANKS HER RIGHT BACK DOWN! RAVEN PAYS FOR IT IMMEDIATELY THOUGH, EATING A STIFF RIGHT HAND! THAT SHOT DROPS RAVEN DOWN TO A KNEE!

(Harper glares in frustration as Raven has once again stopped her from winning the match.)

Harper Lee: (off-mic) Seriously?!

Persephone: I know what’ll help. Maybe taking her out for good this time.

Stew-O: I think that’s exactly what Harper has in mind as she grabs another ladder…

(Harper grabs another ladder and places one end on the top turnbuckle before wedging the other end into one of the upper rungs of the ladder in the center, creating a dangerous bridge between the corner and the standing ladder.)

Stew-O: If Lee wants Raven out of her way, this is certainly one way to do it… as she drags Raven back to her feet and SMASHES HER FACE-FIRST INTO THE LADDER!

(Raven tumbles out under the bottom rope and collapses to her knees at ringside, coughing violently as blood spills from her mouth. She spits onto the floor… revealing a tooth knocked loose from the impact.)

Persephone: Ugh. Now she’s even uglier. Can you believe Rex actually chooses to sleep next to that?

Gavin Kirkland: I mean, I’d jump at the chance to sleep with—

Persephone: Didn’t ask.

Gavin Kirkland: :kyrie:

Stew-O: Now Harper starts climbing the ladder again! Nobody left to stop her— OR MAYBE THERE IS! VINCENT MONDRIAN CLIMBS TO THE TOP ROPE AND WALKS ACROSS THAT LADDER BRIDGE TO REACH THE CENTER LADDER! HE’S CLIMBING UP TO MEET HARPER!

(The two Silas World members lock eyes, then glance up at the briefcase hanging above them…)

Stew-O: VINCENT STRIKES FIRST! VINCENT UNLOADS WITH RIGHT HAND AFTER RIGHT HAND ON HARPER BEFORE REACHING FOR THE BRIEFCASE! HE’S GOT HIS FINGERTIPS ON IT…

Gavin Kirkland: BUT HARPER LEE CUTS HIM OFF WITH A SHOT TO THE GUT! NOW SHE’S REACHING FOR THE CASE HERSELF!

Stew-O: VINCENT DRIVES HARPER FACE-FIRST INTO THE TOP OF THE LADDER! LEE DROPS OFF, MANAGING TO LAND ON HER FEET AS VINCENT REACHES FOR THE BRIEFCASE AGAIN! HARPER IS TOO DAZED TO STOP HIM!

(Vincent struggles to unhook the briefcase while Harper leans against the ladder, trying to regain her bearings. Suddenly, Rex McAllister slides into the ring and sprints straight toward her!)

Harper Lee: :krabs:

(Harper quickly jumps out of the way as Rex rushes past her and starts scaling the ladder to stop Vincent, while Harper watches from one knee.)

Persephone: Oh, brother…

Gavin Kirkland: REX IS FLYING UP THAT LADDER! STOPPING VINCENT FROM BECOMING MR. CASH IN THE VAULT WITH RIGHT HANDS! REX IS UNLOADING— BUT NOW VINCENT FIRES BACK WITH RIGHTS OF HIS OWN! BOTH MEN THROWING BOMBS AT THE TOP OF THE LADDER! RAPID FIRE SHOTS LANDING AT THE SAME TIME! IT’S JUST A MATTER OF WHO FALLS FIRST! :lupe:

Stew-O: WELL, THE ANSWER IS… BOTH! HARPER LEE TIPS THE LADDER OVER WITH BOTH MEN ON IT!

(Vincent lands GROIN-FIRST across the top rope before tumbling all the way to ringside. Harper winces, showing a flicker of remorse as even she didn’t mean for that to happen.)

Harper Lee: :yikes:

(But then Harper notices Rex writhing in pain nearby, clutching at his ankle after landing awkwardly, and her reaction changes immediately.)

Harper Lee: :mjlol2:

Stew-O: I guess Harper Lee finds that funn—

Persephone: :mjlol2: …what?

Stew-O: :francis:

Stew-O: Harper slides out of the ring and starts digging under it for more furniture, pulling out a TABLE! Harper sets the table up at ringside before grabbing hold of Raven Roberts and rolling her back into the ring!

Gavin Kirkland: Harper climbs onto the apron and hooks Raven up for a SUPLEX OVER THE TOP ROPE THROUGH THE TABLE— BUT RAVEN BLOCKS IT! RAVEN DRIVES SHOTS INTO THE RIB CAGE AND STARTS LIFTING HARPER UP FOR A SUPLEX BACK INTO THE RING!

Stew-O: BUT LEE BLOCKS IT AND HOTSHOTS RAVEN ACROSS THE TOP ROPE! RAVEN LANDS THROAT-FIRST AND DROPS TO A KNEE, DESPERATELY TRYING TO CATCH HER BREATH! BUT REX COMES OUT OF NOWHERE WITH A WRECKING BALL DROPKICK! HARPER LEE GETS BLASTED AND STUMBLES BACK INTO THE TABLE AS REX HOBBLES TOWARD HER ON THAT BAD ANKLE!

Gavin Kirkland: Rex lays Harper across the table and starts hammering away with right hands! But on the apron, Damon and Jay are playing tug-of-war over that ladder! JAY DRIVES THE LADDER INTO DAMON’S ABDOMEN, CRUSHING HIM BETWEEN IT AND THE TURNBUCKLES! Jay has control of the ladder now and starts standing it up on the apron before— DAMON YANKS HIM BACK DOWN TO RINGSIDE!

Stew-O: FOREARM FROM JAY! PUNCH FROM DAMON! FOREARM! PUNCH! FOREA— OH, SUICIDE DIVE!! :damn:

Persephone: :comeagain:

Gavin Kirkland: RAVEN WITH A SUICIDE DIVE THROUGH THE LADDER AND INTO BOTH MEN! SHE JUST WIPED OUT EVERYONE! NOW RAVEN HOPS UP ONTO THE APRON, STARING AT THAT LADDER JAY SET UP OUT THERE… AND SHE’S STARTING TO CLIMB IT!

Stew-O: OH NO… THIS IS GETTING REAL DANGEROUS! RAVEN IS PERCHED AT THE VERY TOP OF THAT LADDER, LOOKING DOWN AT HARPER LEE, WHO’S STILL LAID ACROSS THE TABLE WHILE REX HOLDS HER IN PLACE FOR HIS WIFE!

Persephone: If she actually does this, the only upside is there’s a decent chance she dies.

Gavin Kirkland: # “RAVEN’S WINGS” OFF THE LADDER! :damn:

(CRASH!!)

Stew-O: RAVEN JUST CRASHED THROUGH THE TABLE WITH HARPER LEE UNDERNEATH HER!

(Rex throws both hands onto his head in disbelief, staring down at the wreckage as Raven and Harper lie buried in the rubble. Raven shows faint signs of movement. Rex quickly checks on her, but realizes he’s the only man left standing. Without wasting another second, he slides back into the ring and starts climbing the ladder!)

Persephone: You’ve gotta be kidding me…

Stew-O: HE’S GONNA DO IT! REX IS ABOUT TO WIN CASH IN THE VAULT!

Gavin Kirkland: HE’S GOT BOTH HANDS ON THE BRIEFCASE! HE’S STARTING TO UNHOOK IT!

(…)

(…)

(…)

Stew-O: HE’S GOT IT— NO! DAMON LAZARUS! DAMON JUST GRABBED REX BY THE ANKLE AND YANKED HIM OFF THE LADDER!

Stew-O: # CTE!

Stew-O: DAMON LAZARUS WITH CTE RIGHT OUT OF MID-AIR ONTO REX! WHAT TIMING! THIS IS HIS OPENING NOW AS THE OUROBOROS STARTS ASCENDING THE LADDER! A CHANCE TO ETCH HIS NAME INTO HISTORY FOREVER!

(…)

Gavin Kirkland: VINCENT! VINCENT RUSHES UP THE LADDER, AND NOW THE TWO ARE TRADING RIGHT HANDS AT THE VERY TOP! SHOT AFTER SHOT! VINCENT ROCKS DAMON WITH A HUGE FOREARM AND KNOCKS HIM OFF! VINCENT REACHES FOR THE BRIEFCASE NOW! HE’S GOT IT!

(…)

Stew-O: DAMON! DAMON LANDED ON HIS FEET! HE TRIES TO YANK VINCENT OFF FOR ANOTHER CTE— BUT VINCENT KICKS HIM AWAY AND SENDS DAMON OUT THROUGH THE MIDDLE ROPE INSTEAD! LAZARUS DROPS TO ALL FOURS AT RINGSIDE, AND VINCENT’S EYES IMMEDIATELY LOCK ONTO THOSE TWO TABLES STILL SET UP OUT THERE!

Gavin Kirkland: VINCENT STEPS OUT ONTO THE OPPOSITE SIDE OF THE CORNER AND STARTS CLIMBING TO THE TOP ROPE— BUT DAMON CUTS HIM OFF WITH A SHOT TO THE GUT AT THE MIDDLE ROPE! DAMON CLIMBS UP WITH HIM… OH NO… LOOKING OVER HIS SHOULDER AS HE HOOKS VINCENT UP FOR A SUPERPLEX… :lupe:

(CRACK!!)

Stew-O: THERE IT IS! SUPERPLEX THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLES! BOTH MEN JUST WENT CRASHING THROUGH BOTH TABLES!

(Damon and Vincent lie motionless in the wreckage as Jay Jerry Johnson suddenly slides into the ring!)

Persephone: Jay? :russwtf:

Gavin Kirkland: JAY’S AT THE TOP OF THE LADDER! HE’S UNHOOKING THE BRIEFCASE!

(…)

(…)

Stew-O: NOT IF HARPER HAS ANYTHING TO SAY ABOUT IT! HARPER LEE HAS DRAGGED HERSELF BACK UP THE LADDER AND SHE’S CLAWING AT THE EYES OF JAY JERRY JOHNSON! HARPER REACHES FOR THE CASE— BUT JAY STOPS HER WITH A SHOT TO THE GUT!

Gavin Kirkland: NOW JAY REACHES FOR THE BRIEFCASE— BUT HARPER JOINS HIM! BOTH OF THEM HAVE THEIR HANDS ON THE CASE NOW, FIGHTING FOR CONTROL AT THE VERY TOP OF THE LADDER!

(# THUD!)

Stew-O: JAY! JAY USES THE BRIEFCASE AS A WEAPON, SWINGING IT RIGHT INTO HARPER’S HEAD! …AGAIN! …AND AGAIN!

Gavin Kirkland: HARPER DROPS DOWN A FEW RUNGS OF THE LADDER, COMPLETELY DAZED! JAY’S THE ONLY ONE WITH HIS HANDS ON THE BRIEFCASE NOW!

(…)

Stew-O: HE’S GOT IT UNLOCKED! NOW ALL HE HAS TO DO IS PULL IT OFF THE HOOK!

(…)

(…)

(# WHACK!!)

Persephone: Oh, what the—

Stew-O: DAMON LAZARUS! DAMON JUST CRACKED JAY ACROSS THE BACK WITH A CHAIR!

(Damon yanks Jay off the ladder, sending him crumbling down to all fours as Damon picks the chair back up.)

(# WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!)

Gavin Kirkland: SHOT AFTER SHOT AFTER SHOT! DAMON IS ABSOLUTELY MAULING JAY WITH THAT CHAIR!

(Damon places the chair around Jay’s head while he lies prone on the mat.)

(Even through the pain, Jay is still weakly reaching out toward the briefcase. It was right there… and now it feels impossibly far away.)

(# STOMP!)

Stew-O: OH MY GOD! DAMON JUST STOMPED DOWN ONTO THAT CHAIR!

(Damon stumbles backward into the corner and collapses into a seated position, Jay’s limp body laid out in front of him. Despite barely having anything left after all the punishment he’s taken, Damon manages a twisted smile, knowing he just ripped away Jay’s golden opportunity.)

Stew-O: And not like this… Harper’s realizing she has a clear path to Cash in the Vault now! Lee begins climbing back up—

Gavin Kirkland: BUT RAVEN! RAVEN SLIDES INTO THE RING! SHE’S CRAWLING TO THE OTHER SIDE OF THE LADDER WITH EVERYTHING SHE HAS LEFT AFTER GOING THROUGH THAT TABLE WITH HARPER!

(Harper sees Raven dragging herself up and immediately starts frantically trying to unhook the briefcase.)

Persephone: C’mon, Harper… faster! FASTER!

Stew-O: LEE IS DESPERATELY TRYING TO UNHOOK THE CASE, BUT RAVEN IS CLIMBING! SHE DOESN’T HAVE MUCH LEFT IN THE TANK, BUT SHE’S USING EVERY LAST OUNCE OF IT TO PULL HERSELF UP!

(…)

(…)

Gavin Kirkland: RAVEN’S ABOUT TO STOP HARPER LEE ONCE AGAIN—

(Raven moves slowly, her body barely holding together. She reaches upward… but suddenly drops to one knee on her side of the ladder, nearly collapsing from exhaustion.)

Stew-O: RAVEN COLLAPSES! RAVEN DOESN’T HAVE ANYTHING LEFT!

Gavin Kirkland: HARPER SEES IT! HARPER KNOWS THIS IS HER MOMENT! ONE FINAL PULL—

Persephone: COME ON, HARPER! TAKE IT!

Stew-O: LEE’S GOT IT! HARPER LEE HAS THE BRIEFCASE! HARPER LEE HAS WON CASH IN THE VAULT!

(DING! DING! DING!)

Bella Braxton: HERE IS YOUR WINNER… THE 2026 MS. CASH IN THE VAULT… HARPER LEE!!

(Harper unhooks the briefcase and raises it high above her head, looking down at Raven, who has dropped to one knee with barely any energy left as she looks back up at her. Harper shamelessly taunts Raven with the little strength she has left, laughing as “Sweet Dreams” by Eurythmics blasts through the arena to loud boos.)

Stew-O: Harper Lee has done it! After all the bodies, all the wreckage, and every desperate climb, she was just one step faster when it mattered most!

Gavin Kirkland: Raven Roberts gave everything she had to stop her, but she had nothing left! Harper Lee survived the chaos and stole the moment right out of her hands!

Persephone: Ugh. I hate that she won, but honestly? That was hilarious.

(Raven drops to all fours, pounding the mat in frustration as the reality starts to sink in. Rex slides into the ring and drops to a knee beside her, trying to comfort his partner before looking up at Harper, who continues celebrating atop the ladder. Vincent sits slumped against the broken table at ringside, breathing heavily, knowing he gave absolutely everything he had to win this match. Meanwhile, Harper clutches the briefcase tightly against her chest.)

(A single tear slowly rolls down her cheek.)

(Harper has had countless World Championship opportunities throughout her career… but could this finally be the moment that changes everything? Could this be what finally gets her over the mountain?)

(Damon pulls himself up in the corner, glaring down at Jay’s limp body with pure disgust before spitting directly on him and rolling out under the bottom rope.)

(Damon slowly heads to the back while Harper continues holding the briefcase close, the camera lingering on her emotional celebration before fading elsewhere.)

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(A video package begins to play, showing highlights of all of the Barbed Wire Massacre matches throughout the years. Matches such as Impact versus Rex McAllister, Minerva versus Raven Roberts, Drake King versus Methuselah, and finally, Adam Lucas versus Jake Smith. The eleven Barbed Wire Massacre’s are all shown as the fans loudly cheer, and finally, a voice can be heard.)

Narrator: Throughout history, there is no match that has ever been quite like Barbed Wire Massacre. This is a stipulation unlike any other. A match so dangerous that in all of EAW’s history, only eleven of these matches were held.

(Highlights of the previous matches are shown, showing some of the significant moments of each of these matches such as Charlie Marr sending Ms. Extreme into a bed of nails with the charing cross, Methuselah bashing in the heads of both of his opponents with a barbed wire bat, and Jake Smith setting fire to the inside of Adam Lucas’ mouth. As the clips continue to play, the narrator once again begins to speak.)

Narrator: Seventeen Elitists have now had their names written in the history books as former participants in Barbed Wire Massacre. Impact, Rex McAllister, Charlie Marr, Daryl Kinkade, Ms. Extreme, Malcolm Jones, Drake King, TLA, Minerva, Raven Roberts, Myles, Donovan Duke, Justin Windgate, Methuselah, Jake Smith, Limmy Monaghan and Adam Lucas. These are the Elitists that have competed in Barbed Wire Massacre, a match that can only be won via pinfall, submission… Or execution. The choice is yours, and throughout time various Elitists have had the opportunity to make that choice, as career defining moments would come out of this match, whether it’s through success or through defeat.

(As the recap continues, the highlights would begin to show moments that occurred at the very end of the matches, showing how each Elitist was able to win a Barbed Wire Massacre.)

Narrator: Of the seventeen former participants of the Barbed Wire Massacre… There have now been nine that can say they’ve won the match. Charlie Marr, Malcolm Jones, Minerva, Myles, TLA, Raven Roberts, Drake King, Jake Smith and Adam Lucas have all managed to succeed at least once in this life-shortening match, leaving everyone else involved in these matches to rot. However, between these nine Elitists, there are some who’ve managed to find themselves in the history books on more than one occasion.

(Highlights begin to play, but it’s specifically focused on two Elitists, those being Charlie Marr and Minerva. Charlie Marr’s victory over Daryl Kinkade at Fighting Spirit: Seoul back in 2019 would be shown, and directly following this would be his successful EAW World Championship defense against Ms. Extreme, which took place at the Wicked Games of the same year. As for Minerva, the first highlight would reveal the victory she and Myles picked up as a team, two years after Charlie’s victory at Wicked Games 2021. Her second win would also be in an EAW World Championship match, one that took place at Pain for Pride 15 as she defeated both Myles and Drake King to become the Champion.)

Narrator: Charlie Marr and Minerva are the only two Elitists in EAW history to win more than one Barbed Wire Massacre… But alongside Drake King, these Elitists also hold the current record for competing in this match more than any other Elitist. These three Elitists have entered this match three times, but in a match as dangerous as this, victory is never guaranteed.

(While the highlights continue, this time it shows Elitists that were on the other side of history. Malcolm Jones would be the third Elitist Charlie Marr faced in Barbed Wire Massacre, and at Pain for Pride 13, Malcolm would defeat his longtime enemy. Raven Roberts would be another Elitist that settled the score through this match, as both her and Minerva’s first experience with Barbed Wire Massacre would be at Shock Value 2021, where Raven picked up the victory.)

Narrator: While Charlie Marr and Minerva hold the record for the most victories in Barbed Wire Massacre, there are now two Elitists who share the record for most losses in the match.

(The first of those Elitists would be Drake King, who first competed in Barbed Wire Massacre back at Wicked Games 2020 against TLA. Highlights of the match would be shown, with TLA ultimately picking up the victory, and directly following this would be the match against Myles and Minerva at Pain for Pride 15, the same match where Minerva would achieve her second victory. The Elitist sharing this record of losses would be Methuselah, who spent his first Barbed Wire Massacre losing to Drake King at Pain for Pride 16 with the EAW World Championship on the line. His second loss would come at the hands of Jake Smith, who walked out of Bloodsport 2024 with the victory and the same Championship after a grueling triple threat against Methuselah and Limmy Monaghan.)

Narrator: Barbed Wire Massacre is unique enough on its own, but throughout time Elitists have found ways to further change the game, introducing variations of this match that have only ever been seen once.

(Highlights of the match between Raven Roberts and Minerva at Shock Value 2021. This would be a special variation of the Barbed Wire Massacre, known as “Barbed Wire Massacre: Shock Value Style”. In a normal version of this match the ropes are replaced with barbed wire, weapons are scattered around ringside and more, but this match took things to another level. On top of all of the rules for a normal Barbed Wire Massacre, in this match both the ropes and every weapon involved were electric.)

Narrator: Barbed Wire Massacre: Shock Value Style. This match was unlike any other, but this was not the only time Barbed Wire Massacre went a step beyond the norm.

(Highlights of the Barbed Wire Massacre at Wicked Games 2021 would be shown, as this would be the first and only time a Barbed Wire Massacre was held in a tag team match. This match would see Myles and Minerva team up against Justin Windgate and Donovan Duke in a match with a lot on the line. Windgate and Duke’s victory would force New Eden to permanently disband, while New Eden’s victory would give them control over Voltage for an entire month.)

Narrator: Once again the Barbed Wire Massacre would face a unique setting, as at Wicked Games 2021 these four Elitists would have to focus on working as a team while tearing their opponents apart. Almost one entire year later, another Barbed Wire Massacre would occur, which paved the way for future matches of its kind.

(The first ever triple threat Barbed Wire Massacre would be held at Pain for Pride 15, in the EAW World Championship match between former New Eden allies Myles, Minerva and Drake King, three Elitists who’ve all participated in the match before. This is the match that’d result in Minerva’s victory, causing her to match Charlie’s record as the second Elitist to win two Barbed Wire Massacres. This is a variation of the Barbed Wire Massacre that’d return in 2024, where Jake Smith faced Methuselah in Limmy Monaghan to defend his EAW World Championship. Ultimately Jake would walk out of this the victor, causing the second triple threat Barbed Wire Massacre to end with a successful Championship defense rather than a new Champion being crowned.)

Narrator: As time passes, history continues to show that Barbed Wire Massacre is a match that never fails to deliver, and never fails to shorten careers. A match like this is reserved only for those out for blood, and willing to do anything to get it.

(A brief recap of Fighting Spirit 2025’s Barbed Wire Massacre for the right to challenge Michael Machina for the EAW World Championship at Pain for Pride are shown. Moments of the match would be highlighted, ending in a definitive victory for Adam Lucas, taking Jake down to secure his right to challenge for the World Championship.)

Narrator: This year, tensions are higher than ever. It is a bout more personal than ever, with higher stakes than ever, as two familiar foes enter Barbed Wire Massacre with the intentions of leaving the main event of Pain for Pride as Champion.

(A recap of the history between Hans Grayson and Drake Armstrong is shown. Hans had always been able to get the better of Drake throughout history, and when Drake pushed Hans, he was willing to return fire by going as far as attacking Charles. However, this season was different. This season, Drake was prepared, and he kept stringing Hans Grayson along. He kept allowing Hans to do his bidding, keeping his enemies close as they say. It all came to a head when Hans refused to keep playing along at Road to Redemption, and a cash-in attempt to end the night would lead to his arm being broken. Since then Hans has been out to make sure Drake suffers for his entire duration as Champion, haunting him match after match, until finally he cashed in his briefcase for a match at Pain for Pride… In Barbed Wire Massacre.)

Narrator: Fate brings these two men together once more, as Drake Armstrong aims to remove the thorn in his side once and for all, and Hans Grayson looks to finally put an end to the Champion’s torment.

(This revelation would only cause this feud to become even more personal, as Drake refused to let Hans mock him. He’d leave Hans Grayson laid out at the end of a contract signing in brutal fashion, only to leave Hans’ girlfriend Ashlynn Quinn with the same fate.)

Narrator: At Pain for Pride, two career enemies will do battle once more, where it is all or nothing. Years of both men’s careers have set the stage for this, and now after spending the entirety of season 19 unable to escape each other, it ends. One final match. Barbed Wire Massacre Twelve. Now more than ever, everything is on the line.

(Footage is shown, featuring all of the winners of the past Barbed Wire Massacres. Impact’s victory over Rex McAllister for the World Heavyweight Championship, Charlie Marr’s victory against Daryl Kinkade and successful Championship defense against Ms. Extreme, Malcolm Jones’ victory against Charlie Marr, TLA’s victory against Drake King, Raven Roberts’ victory against Minerva, New Eden’s victory against Justin Windgate and Donovan Duke for control of Voltage, Minerva’s victory against Myles and Drake King, Drake King’s victory against Methuselah, Jake Smith’s victory against Methuselah and Limmy Monaghan, and Adam Lucas’ victory over Jake Smith are all shown. After this, one last shot is shown of the carnage that unfolded last week, with Hans Grayson, Drake Armstrong, Drake’s group of hooded men and security guards all battling it out. With this, the camera finally fades.)

(The camera returns to ringside, and as always, the ring has been altered in preparation for Barbed Wire Massacre. The ropes have been replaced with barbed wire, there are plywood boards where the turnbuckles usually are, which are also wrapped with barbed wire. The camera pans to Bella Braxton, who has a microphone in hand as she begins to speak.)

Bella Braxton: Ladies and gentlemen… The following contest is THE TWELFTH BARBED WIRE MASSACRE… AND IT IS FOR THE EAW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP!!!!!

(The fans cheer for these words, but what draws a larger reaction is when a sole guitar riff can be heard.)

(The camera pans towards the stage, and the person responsible for this is none other than AFI’s own lead guitarist, Jade Puget. This opening riff causes the crowd to explode, and it doesn’t take long to reveal that Jade is not alone. Behind him on opposite sides of the stage are Adam Carson and Hunter Burgan, as collectively they all get going, and begin playing the song the fans have been waiting all night to hear.)

(‘The Leaving Song Pt. II’)

( *Don’t waste your touch, you won’t feel anything

Or were you sent to save me?

I’ve thought too much, you won’t find anything

Worthy of redeeming* )

(These words cause the cheers to grow louder, as when Hans Grayson walks out, he’s accompanied by none other than the vocalist of AFI, Davey Havok. Hans Grayson looks fired up, more than he ever has been. He fist bumps Davey Havok on his way out to the stage, and after this, he puts his game-face on. He knows this is it. He knows that now more than ever, he has to deliver.)

( *To break down, and cease all feeling

Burn now, what once was breathing

Reach out, and you may take my heart away* )

(Hans isn’t dressed in just any gear. As he and Davey begin walking down the ramp together, Hans is shown in purple and red gear, matching the colors of the Toronto Raptors. Hans gives one look at the fans cheering him on tonight, but that’s it. That’s all he can afford right now.)

Bella Braxton: Introducing first… From Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada… Weighing in at 219 pounds… HE IS THE FIRE BREATHING DRAGON, HAAAAAANNNNNSSSSS GGGGGGGGGGRRRRRAAAYYYYYYYYYYSSSOOOOOONNNNNNNNN!!!!!!

( *Imperfect cry, and scream in ecstasy

So what befalls the flawless?

Look what I’ve built, it shines so beautifully

Now watch as it destroys me* )

Rich Russillo: Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve said it before but I will say it again. This is the most important match of Hans Grayson’s career. Knowing everything Drake has done to hurt Hans and those he cares about, knowing Hans cashed in his Cash in the Vault briefcase for this, it’s now or never. He can’t afford to lose now.

Thadd Blazevich: And don’t forget, Canada’s own Hans Grayson is here in Toronto! The people love him and that’s not something a dude like Hans can brush off, but I can see bro’s face, and he’s locked in right now. Probably more than ever.

Persephone: Well he’s not annoyingly high-fiving and hugging all of the fans on his way to the ring so yeah, it looks that way. At least he knows how to read the room.

(Hans Grayson stops at the bottom of the ramp, and he gives Davey one last fist bump before Davey heads back. Hans from there makes his way into the ring, pure focus on his face as he knows what’s next.)

(Finally…)

(‘Pride and Arrogance’ by Takeru Kanazaki hits.)

Crowd: # BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(A lone spotlight shines on the stage as the lights go out. A Rolls-Royce slowly drives out to the stage, bringing out the EAW World Champion himself. The vehicle is being driven by his chauffeur, and Drake has the upper half of his body sticking out of the roof, allowing him to raise his World Championship as the boos grow louder. Drake Armstrong wasn’t impressed by the setup of Hans’ entrance, nor his attitude tonight. Pandering to the crowd was never something the Champion cared for, and as far as he was concerned, it was enough that everyone in attendance knew that the most important person in the building was him.)

Bella Braxton: And his opponent… From Scarsdale, New York… Weighing in at 235 pounds… HE IS THE EAW WORLD CHAMPION… THE KING OF THE WORLD… DRRRAAAAAAAAAAAKKEE AAAAARRRMMMMSSTTTTRRROOOOONNNGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!

(The Rolls-Royce makes its way down the ramp as the spotlight follows, before finally reaching the bottom, and the ringside area. It stops just in front of the apron, allowing Drake Armstrong to easily climb out of the roof and stand on top of the vehicle, standing face to face with Hans Grayson. Drake gives him a smirk, dismissively shaking his head as he gets off of the car, sliding into the ring to avoid the barbed wire ropes, all while the Rolls-Royce is slowly driven back up the ramp.)

Rich Russillo: So much of Season 19’s trajectory, at least on the Voltage end, was decided by this man. Drake Armstrong has spent all season scheming and planning, and it was all for this. All for the chance to main event Pain for Pride as World Champion.

Thadd Blazevich: Dude made a hell of a lot of enemies on the way there, but he doesn’t care. This is his chance to finally get Hans Grayson out of his life after spending a whole year harassing the guy, and as long as he achieves that, I think he’ll be beyond thrilled about how his season went.

Persephone: I’m just ready for this to have as much of a blood-soaked end as possible. Both because I want to see someone die, and because I’m beyond tired of seeing these two at the same time.

(Both men stand in their respective corners, and without further adieu, the referee calls for the bell.)

(Ding! Ding! Ding!)

Crowd: # FI-RE HEART!!!!! FI-RE HEART!!!!! FI-RE HEART!!!!! FI-RE HEART!!!!! FI-RE HEART!!!!! FI-RE HEART!!!!! FI-RE HEART!!!!! FI-RE HEART!!!!! FI-RE HEART!!!!! FI-RE HEART!!!!! FI-RE HEART!!!!! FI-RE HEART!!!!!

(The crowd is electric, cheering as loud as they possibly can as this Pain for Pride main event finally begins. The Toronto crowd doesn’t waste any time showing whose side they’ve picked, chanting for Canada’s own Hans Grayson nonstop. Hans wants to acknowledge them, but now’s not the time and he knows it. His biggest enemy is right in front of him, and the most important match of his life has now begun.)

Crowd: # LET’S GO HANS!!!!!! LET’S GO HANS!!!! LET’S GO HANS!!!!! LET’S GO HANS!!!!!! LET’S GO HANS!!!! LET’S GO HANS!!!!! LET’S GO HANS!!!!!! LET’S GO HANS!!!! LET’S GO HANS!!!!! LET’S GO HANS!!!!!! LET’S GO HANS!!!! LET’S GO HANS!!!!!

(Drake Armstrong doesn’t appear bothered by the reception given to Grayson. In fact, he appears amused and even gives a brief chuckle, shaking his head as he and Hans begin to circle the ring. Drake can see the look on Hans’ face and his refusal to take in the moment, and in his eyes, all of this only works in his favor. Hans is angry. He’s frustrated. He’s out for blood, and playing right into the Champion’s hands.)

Rich Russillo: It’s finally time. Hans Grayson versus Drake Armstrong, Barbed Wire Massacre! This is a match that has been brewing for a long time now, and we’re finally here. These two have done this time and time again, but never has it been as big as now.

(As the two men slowly circle the ring, Drake keeps his hands behind his back. He is careful not to put too much attention towards his hands as Hans keeps his eyes on him, staring right at the face of the man who has tormented him all season long.)

Drake Armstrong: (off-mic) Go ahead. Smile for the peasants.

(Drake knows that this match won’t have the slow, methodical pace he is familiar with, but that doesn’t mean he’s out of ideas. Since the match began Hans has kept his eyes on Drake, filled with hatred. Hatred that Drake has spent the entire season preying on.)

Drake Armstrong: (off-mic) These are the fruits of your negligence. Enjoy them. It isn’t as if they cost you much. The dismantling of mutual foes. The suffering of your dearest husk, Ashlynn. The prolonging of my Championship reign…

(Hans does his best to retain his composure, but his hands ball into fists. He’s already been put through a lot at the hands of Drake, including having his arm broken. From the beginning he has planned to make Drake pay for it, but since then Drake has only doubled down. He’s attacked exactly what he knew would get a reaction out of him.)

Drake Armstrong: (off-mic) For the so coveted headlining match, I’d say it was a worthy price. Wouldn’t you?

(And after once again having the other victims of Drake’s reign thrown in his face, Hans has enough…)

Thadd Blazevich: HANS MAKES THE FIRST MOVE! HE CHARGES IN!

(…Only for the Champion to finally show his hand.)

Rich Russillo: BUT DRAKE SWINGS AT HANS!!!

Rich Russillo: # WITH THE ARMSTRONG RING!!!!

Thadd Blazevich: # FLAMING PUNCH!!!!

Rich Russillo: HANS WAS READY!! DRAKE TRIED TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF HANS’ RAGE, BUT IT DIDN’T WORK THIS TIME AROUND!!! DRAKE WASTED NO TIME TRYING TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THE LACK OF RULES WITH THE ARMSTRONG RING, BUT HANS WAS PREPARED!!!! HANS KNEW IT WAS COMING, AND HE WAS ABLE TO DUCK THE SWING BEFORE DROPPING ARMSTRONG WITH THE FLAMING PUNCH!!!!! HANS IS ABLE TO LAND THE FIRST BLOW, DROPPING ARMSTRONG AS DRAKE GOES ROLLING OUT OF THE RING!!!!

Thadd Blazevich: Hans is quick to follow, and dude I think the message has just been made perfectly clear! Hans is a man on a mission tonight, and Drake thought Barbed Wire Massacre was a match that favored him entirely, but it’s not looking like that right now, bros! Hans rolls out of the ring while Drake is stuck holding his jaw in pain, and bro starts digging under the ring, BEFORE FINDING THE PERFECT WEAPON OF CHOICE!

Persephone: Wow. Of course the first weapon Hans picks is extremely stupid.

Rich Russillo: HANS HAS A BARBED WIRE HOCKEY STICK!!!

Thadd Blazevich: HANS STORMS OVER TO DRAKE WHILE BRO USES THE APRON TO TRY PULLING HIMSELF UP- AND BRO SWINGS THE HOCKEY STICK INTO DRAKE’S BACK!!! DRAKE STUMBLES WHILE YELLING IN PAIN, AND HANS LANDS A SECOND SHOT AT DRAKE’S BACK, AND DRAKE FALLS TO ALL FOURS- WHICH ALLOWS HANS TO JUST GO WILD, SWINGING THE BARBED WIRE HOCKEY STICK AT THE CHAMP OVER AND OVER AS BRO IS ALREADY STARTING TO JUST DIG AT HIS SKIN!!

Persephone: Well as corny as the hockey stick is, barbed wire is barbed wire! DON’T STOP! KEEP HITTING HIM!!!

Rich Russillo: WELL LUCKY FOR YOU, HE’S DOING EXACTLY THAT!! HANS KEEPS SWINGING THAT HOCKEY STICK, SLAMMING IT INTO DRAKE’S BACK OVER AND OVER UNTIL IT FINALLY STARTS TO BREAK! HANS FINALLY THROWS THE HOCKEY STICK ASIDE, AND HE DRAGS DRAKE BACK UP, BEFORE-

(THUD!)

Thadd Blazevich: THROWING BRO OVER OUR TABLE!!! DRAKE NEARLY FLEW RIGHT INTO US!!!

Persephone: I know, it gets annoying every time.

Rich Russillo: Hans walks over and pulls out one of our monitors, BEFORE JUST SLAMMING IT RIGHT INTO THE BACK OF DRAKE’S HEAD!!!! DRAKE FALLS AND IS LAID OUT ON TOP OF OUR TABLE, AND THIS ALLOWS HANS TO JUST KEEP SLAMMING THE MONITOR INTO THE BACK OF DRAKE’S HEAD!!! HANS HAS BEEN UNLEASHED, AND I THINK DRAKE MIGHT JUST REGRET EVERYTHING HE’S DONE TO THE MAN THIS SEASON!!

Thadd Blazevich: Hans tosses the monitor and grabs the ring bell while Drake slowly starts to come to, and-

(DING!)

Rich Russillo: AND HANS BASHES THE RING BELL RIGHT INTO DRAKE’S FOREHEAD, SENDING DRAKE FALLING RIGHT INTO THADD’S CHAIR!!!! DRAKE IS OUT OF IT, AND JUST LOOK AT THE HEAD OF THE CHAMPION!!!

(The crowd explodes, cheering as loud as they can as blood can already be seen rushing down the forehead of Drake Armstrong. Hans stares at Drake for a moment, breathing heavily after all the damage he’s already inflicted. He drops the ring bell, and after some thought he just grabs Drake, ripping him out of the chair before he sends him into the ring.)

(Drake however turns the corner, rolling right back out of the ring as he lands on his feet, stumbling backwards into the barricade as he keeps his left hand in a fist behind him, as if his hand isn’t empty. Drake looks as confused as he is hurt, unsure of how this match fell out of his favor so quickly. He is barely even able to stand let alone keep his eyes open, but he catches a glimpse of Hans Grayson. Hans was only left frustrated seeing Drake escape the ring, and now, he’s walking right towards him.)

Rich Russillo: Hans walks towards Drake, AND HE JUST SMASHES HIS HEAD INTO THE BARRICADE!!! The fans in the front row are all cheering Hans on, but he doesn’t take the moment to take in their cheers. Not yet. He instead just stays locked in, SMASHING DRAKE’S HEAD INTO THE TOP OF THE BARRICADE A SECOND TIME!!! A THIRD NOW, AND HANS IS JUST DOING EVERYTHING HE CAN TO DISMANTLE DRAKE TONIGHT!!

Persephone: I don’t blame him. In fact, I was waiting for the day he’d grow up and finally kill this guy.

Thadd Blazevich: Hans slams Drakey’s face into the barricade one more time, and now he finally stops, taking a moment after everything he just did to Drake. Hans holds onto Drake, and he turns Drake around before-

(STAB!)

(Hans Grayson screams, both in pain and in terror.)

(While finally, the reason behind Drake’s closed fist is revealed.)

Rich Russillo: WHAT THE HELL!?!?

Thadd Blazevich: DRAKE ARMSTRONG JUST STABBED HANS GRAYSON RIGHT INTO THE CHEEK WITH A PEN!!! BRO, DID HE TAKE THAT FROM OUR TABLE!?!?

Persephone: LOOKS LIKE IT, BUT THAT’S NOT WHAT I CARE ABOUT! THERE’S LITERALLY A HOLE IN HANS’ FACE RIGHT NOW!!

Rich Russillo: THAT WILD SWING FROM DRAKE CAUGHT HANS OFF GUARD, AND AT THE SAME TIME IT LOOKS LIKE OBSCURING THAT PEN GAVE DRAKE THE OPENING HE NEEDED! DRAKE STANDS AND STABS HANS IN THE SIDE OF THE HEAD WITH THE PEN, BEFORE GRABBING ONTO HANS AND JUST GOING FOR REPEATED STABS!!!

(STAB!)

(STAB!)

(STAB!)

(STAB!)

(STAB!)

(STAB!)

(STAB!)

Thadd Blazevich: HANS CRUMBLES ONTO HIS KNEES AFTER JUST TAKING COUNTLESS, AIMLESS SHOTS TO THE HEAD WITH THE PEN, AND NOW DRAKE JUST STARTS DIGGING INTO THE WOUND, LITERALLY TORTURING HANS GRAYSON!!!!

Persephone: DRAKE TAKES THE OPPORTUNITY AND THROWS HANS’ HEAD BACKWARDS INTO THE RING POST, HARD ENOUGH TO DROP HANS INTO THE FLOOR!

(With this, the mood in the Rogers Centre has completely changed. Drake Armstrong is breathing heavily. Blood still pouring down his face, and his back still torn to shreds. The fans have almost gone entirely quiet after seeing the brutal assault on Hans, as well as the sudden turn this match has taken. The silence continues, until finally…)

Crowd: # BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!

(The fans begin booing, as loud as they possibly can.)

(Drake immediately takes notice of the shift in mood in the building, and his eye twitches. He glances at Hans after this though, and it’s like the darkened and volatile atmosphere created through the mauling of Canada’s own has only caused more ideas to flood through Drake’s head. The realization of this hits the fans in real time as a sick smile slowly forms on the face of the EAW World Champion, wasting no time enacting the first step of his plan.)

(CRASH!)

Rich Russillo: OH COME ON!!

Thadd Blazevich: HANS WAS TRYING TO GRAB ONTO THE RING POST AND PULL HIMSELF UP, BUT DRAKE ARMSTRONG JUST PULLED A GLASS PANE FROM UNDER THE RING AND SWUNG IT ACROSS THE BACK OF HANS’ HEAD!!!

Rich Russillo: DRAKE GRABS HANS AFTER THIS, AND HE PULLS HIM UP BEFORE JUST THROWING HIM TO THE BARRICADE, DUMPING HANS OVER IT AND INTO THE CROWD!!! HANS HITS THE FLOOR HARD AS HE JOINS THE FANS HERE IN TORONTO, AND I DON’T THINK THIS IS THE MEETING HANS WANTED TO GIVE THEM!!

Thadd Blazevich: Yeah, but something tells me that’s exactly why Drake’s doing this! Bro is heading over the barricade to join Hans in the crowd, and he brought a shard of the broken glass with him!

Persephone: Hans is on all fours trying to get an idea of where he even is since all he’s seeing is a bunch of fans, but the Champion is right on his tail and Hans hasn’t really had a second to breathe after Drake turned his head into swiss cheese.

Rich Russillo: Drake walks up to Hans, catching up to him thanks to Hans only being able to aimlessly crawl wherever he can- AND DRAKE JUST KICKS HANS IN THE RIBS, DROPPING HANS ONTO THE GROUND! Hans goes down, AND NOW LOOK AT DRAKE, JUST DRAGGING HANS UP FROM BEHIND BY HIS HAIR, LITERALLY HOLDING HIS HEAD UP FOR THE NEARBY FANS TO SEE!!!

(Drake basks in the endless hatred of the fans in attendance, but he knows Hans hasn’t suffered the damage that he has just yet, and he plans to correct that right in front of the people in front of him. The people who have spent the entire season waiting for the day that Hans Grayson finally takes Drake Armstrong down.)

Rich Russillo: DRAKE ARMSTRONG STABS THE GLASS SHARD INTO HANS’ HEAD!!!

(Hans screams out in pain as the nearby fans immediately step back, cringing at the sight unfolding as Drake’s glass shard is lodged directly into the side of Hans’ forehead. Drake’s grin only grows wider after this, knowing that he is not yet finished with Hans.)

Thadd Blazevich: OH NO!! DUDE, COME ON!!!

(Drake drags the glass shard across Hans’ forehead, immediately causing the already dripping blood to begin pouring out of his forehead, spilling all over him as a crimson mask quickly forms. Drake laughs, surrounded by fans on all sides, who can do nothing but watch as Drake continues to torture Hans.)

Rich Russillo: DRAKE ARMSTRONG JUST SLICED HANS’ FOREHEAD OPEN, AND RIGHT NOW I THINK HE’S JUST TRYING TO MAKE A STATEMENT, RIGHT IN FRONT OF ALL OF THE PEOPLE WHO’VE BEEN WAITING FOR HANS TO HAVE HIS MOMENT TONIGHT!!!

Thadd Blazevich: HANS IS ALREADY COVERED IN HIS OWN BLOOD, AND BRO, THIS IS JUST NOT RIGHT!! THE FANS ARE BEING FORCED TO JUST WATCH AS HANS BLEEDS OUT- AND NOW LOOK AT DRAKE!

Persephone: DRAKE TURNS HANS AROUND AND PULLS HIM IN- LIFTING HIM UP ONTO HIS SHOULDERS BEFORE THROWING HIM INTO THE FANS’ CHAIRS WITH A POWERBOMB!!!! HANS JUST LANDED BACK FIRST ONTO THE CHAIRS!! Drake is pretty much just picking him apart right now. This is actually fantastic, not gonna lie. It’s great seeing Hans get tortured.

Rich Russillo: The fans had to rush out of the way so they didn’t get caught in the crossfire, but this only worked in Drake’s favor as that’s why Hans ended up landing on the chairs!

(Hans Grayson is laid out on the floor, slowly trying to pull himself towards one of the nearby chairs that hasn’t been knocked over following the powerbomb. Some of the fans rush back over to Hans as Drake turns to the glass shard back up, and some of them reach out to Hans, trying to help him back to his feet.)

Rich Russillo: Drake Armstrong walks over as some of the fans try helping Hans up- AND DRAKE JUST TEARS HANS AWAY FROM THE FANS, PUSHING THEM AWAY AS HE DRAGS HANS’ ARM THROUGH THE EMPTY SPACE ABOVE THE SEAT OF ONE OF THE STEEL CHAIRS!! DRAKE HAS HANS’ ARM TRAPPED, AND HE STOMPS HIS FOOT ON TOP OF HANS’ WRIST, KEEPING HIM PINNED DOWN!!!

Thadd Blazevich: Drake has Hans trapped by the arm, and that’s the same arm he had broken months ago at Road to Redemption! What is he doing!?

(With no hesitation, Drake takes the glass shard and stabs it into the back of Hans’ arm.)

Hans Grayson: (off-mic) AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Rich Russillo: OH MY GOD!!

Persephone: DRAKE JUST DRAGGED THE SHARD DOWN HANS’ TRICEP!!!

(Drake carefully pulls the shard down from the middle of Hans’ tricep, going all the way down to the elbow where Hans’ scar following his surgery is located. Drake cuts the scar back open, before finally ripping the shard out of Hans’ arm. The fans at this point are watching all of this unfold with pure fear in their eyes, and Drake knows this.)

(Drake turns and observes the reactions from the fans. The fear, hatred, and concern alike. After everything Hans Grayson had done to humiliate him over the last six months this moment brought Armstrong nothing but joy, and it was something he planned to revel in.)

Drake Armstrong: (off-mic) IS THIS WHAT YOU WANTED!? HAS THE PETULANT, IRRESOLUTE CHILD YOU ASKED FOR LIVED UP TO YOUR EXPECTATIONS YET!?

(There are boos, but only from the fans far away from the situation. Fans multiple rows back. Fans on the other side of the audience. The fans directly surrounding Drake are silent, and noticing this silence, Drake just kneels down, allowing him to speak a few words towards his opponent.)

Drake Armstrong: (off-mic) This is the battle you chose to fight, for THEM. Pray tell, Feebleheart, was it worth it?

(STOMP!)

Rich Russillo: DRAKE JUST GOT UP, BEFORE STOMPING ON THE OPEN WOUND ON HANS’ TRICEP!!!

Thadd Blazevich: Ugh, and now look at him, dude! He’s just taking Hans and finally dragging bro away from the area, pushing past all of the fans on his way through the crowd!

Persephone: Well after traumatizing a whole bunch of people, I’m glad they’re finally going somewhere else. It looks like Drake has something specific in mind too, because he’s taking Hans towards the timekeeper’s area.

Rich Russillo: Yeah. I can see a duffle bag over there, but it doesn’t look like anything meant for the stagehands or timekeepers.

Thadd Blazevich: Ya’ think Drake got someone to bring it here?

Persephone: Do you really need to ask?

Rich Russillo: Drake takes Hans over towards the area before slamming his back into the barricade, causing Hans to crumble to his knees. Drake now digging into that duffle bag, and he takes out a…

Thadd Blazevich: ???

Persephone: Is that an orthopedic screwdriver? That’s… Specific. Why would he need- oh.

Rich Russillo: What?

Persephone: Nothing.

Rich Russillo: :lupe: Well Drake is going back after Hans who has been trying to use the barricade to try and get back up. DRAKE GRABS ONTO HANS’ BAD ARM AND LIFTS IT ONTO THE BARRICADE, WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING!? DRAKE LIFTS UP THAT SCREWDRIVER-

Thadd Blazevich: BUT HANS TURNS, AND HE’S ABLE TO BLAST DRAKE WITH A HEADBUTT!!!

Persephone: NO!! IT WAS GONNA BE PERFECT!! WHY IS HE CHOOSING NOW TO FIGHT BACK!?!?

Rich Russillo: BECAUSE CLEARLY HE WANTS NO PARTS OF WHATEVER DRAKE HAD PLANNED!! HANS USES HIS GOOD HAND TO GRAB DRAKE, AND HE SLAMS DRAKE’S FOREHEAD INTO THE BARRICADE! HANS QUICKLY HOOKS DRAKE IN WITH HIS GOOD ARM AFTER THAT, AND HE TURNS BEFORE USING THE BARRICADE TO CONNECT WITH A TORNADO DDT ONTO THE CONCRETE!!!!

Thadd Blazevich: Hans immediately grabs onto his arm after that, and dude, this is not the kind of injury I can see bro just easily shaking off. Drake is on his knees holding onto the top of his head in pain, and now Hans is crawling towards that duffle bag, digging into it to try to find anything he can use to his advantage!

Persephone: Drake is starting to stir since he spent at least the last five minutes just destroying Hans, so now he’s starting to pull himself over to Hans. He clearly doesn’t want him getting his hands on anything that’s in there-

Rich Russillo: BUT IT’S A LITTLE TOO LATE FOR THAT!!

Thadd Blazevich: HANS TURNS AND SWINGS A BOX CUTTER AT DRAKE’S FACE!!!!

Rich Russillo: DRAKE JUST BARELY MANAGES TO CATCH HANS’ WRIST BEFORE HE COULD SLICE HIS FACE OPEN!!

Thadd Blazevich: HANS PRESSES HIS FOOT DOWN ONTO THE FLOOR SO HE CAN TRY TO PUSH HIS HAND CLOSER TO DRAKE’S FACE, BUT BRO CAN BASICALLY ONLY USE ONE ARM RIGHT NOW! HE DOESN’T HAVE THE STRENGTH TO BATTLE DRAKE LIKE THIS!

Rich Russillo: AND DRAKE TAKES ADVANTAGE OF THIS, AS HE TURNS AND LITERALLY SHOVES HANS RIGHT INTO THE NEARBY FANS IN THE FRONT ROW!!!

Persephone: Okay, I count three different fans that just got knocked over, and Hans’ blood just got all over that guy’s shirt. Someone’s definitely getting sued.

Rich Russillo: DRAKE PULLS HANS UP BY HIS BLOODY ARM- AND HE JUST SENDS HANS SHOULDER FIRST INTO THE BARRICADE! HANS SCREAMS OUT IN PAIN- AND NOW DRAKE SLAMS THE SIDE OF HANS’ HEAD INTO THE BARRICADE!!! HANS STUMBLES TO A KNEE, AND DRAKE WASTES NO TIME CAPITALIZING!

Thadd Blazevich: DRAKE STEALS THAT CHAIR FROM ONE OF THE FANS IN THE FRONT ROW- AND HE FOLDS IT BEFORE SLAMMING IT INTO HANS’ BACK!!

Persephone: Hans is down, and Drake just drops down, pressing a knee onto his back to keep him in place! Drake picks up that orthopedic screwdriver, and now I think this is about to get interesting!

(Drake Armstrong extends Hans’ injured arm, before pulling on both sides of his wound enough to open it up. Hans’ screams are enough to worry the nearby fans, but Drake doesn’t stop. Not until he catches just a faint glimpse of what he’s looking for.)

(Metal.)

(Part of the process in the events of a broken arm, especially in the case of an elbow fracture, is having an orthopedic bone plate inserted, with screws used to keep the plate pressed against the bone. Drake knew this, and it wasn’t hard for him to locate the scar that was on Hans’ arm. He used the glass shard earlier to slice his arm, creating a thick enough wound to reach the plate. Now, there was only one thing left to do.)

Rich Russillo: OH MY GOD!!!!! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH HIM!?!?

Thadd Blazevich: Okay bro, I’ve done a lot of deathmatches in my day- but this might be a bit too far! :lupe:

Rich Russillo: I can’t watch this! WHAT IS HE DOING!?

Persephone: WHAT DO YOU THINK?? HE’S TRYING TO TAKE OUT THAT METAL PLATE! IT’S PERFECT!! IT’S LITERALLY EVERYTHING I COULD’VE WANTED!!!

(Drake stuck the screwdriver into Hans’ arm, digging around until he could feel the screws. After this, he stuck the screwdriver into it, twisting and twisting until finally, he was able to pull it out of his arm. Every single movement caused more screams to come from Hans, but that didn’t make Drake stop. He kept going, pulling them out one by one in a slow, excruciating process until eventually, the fans just couldn’t watch anymore.)

(Trash is suddenly thrown from multiple sections of the crowd, all with one target in mind: Drake Armstrong. Drake couldn’t care less for the hostility. In his eyes their animosity only further proves every thought he already had of them, and from his eyes, he was close. Close to ruining all of the process Hans has made in his recovery. Close to ripping that metal plate out of Hans’ arm.)

(However, with only one screw left for Drake to remove…)

Rich Russillo: HANS GETS HIS HAND ON THAT BOX CUTTER!!

Thadd Blazevich: AND HE STABS DRAKE RIGHT IN THE FOREARM WITH IT!!!

Persephone: DRAKE GETS OFF OF HANS AND STUMBLES TO HIS FEET, CLUTCHING HIS FOREARM! HANS UNFORTUNATELY STOPPED DRAKE BEFORE HE COULD PULL THE METAL PLATE ALL THE WAY OUT- AND HE LUNGES AT DRAKE, SLASHING DRAKE IN THE OTHER ARM BEFORE DRAKE COULD GRAB HIM!!

Rich Russillo: HANS SLASHES DRAKE IN THE STOMACH THIS TIME, AND DRAKE STUMBLES BACK, TRYING TO GET AWAY FROM HANS WITH THE BOX CUTTER!! HANS PUSHES HIMSELF UP, AND NOW HE RUNS IN, BEFORE SENDING DRAKE ARMSTRONG OVER THE BARRICADE AND BACK TO RINGSIDE WITH A CLOTHESLINE, ALL USING ONLY ONE ARM!!!

(Hans turns, sinking into a seated position after this as he grabs onto his injured arm. He’s heaving, and his eyes are watering after the pain he was forced to endure. He’s breathing heavily, and he can’t help but look at all of the bloody screws resting next to him, the result of Drake’s assault. He winces every time he even moves, but Hans sees the duffle bag, still filled with various tools that were brought here by Drake Armstrong. Hans pulls himself towards the bag, using his good arm to pick it up before slowly sending it over to ringside.)

Rich Russillo: Hans’ breathing is super heavy right now, and I don’t blame him. His arm is pretty much destroyed right now. No matter how this ends, it might be a while before he’s at 100 percent again.

Thadd Blazevich: Hans pulls himself onto the barricade, and look at how hard bro is struggling getting up there with only one arm he can use. Drake is getting back to his feet while Hans is able to slowly find his balance standing on the barricade, AND HANS DIVES AT DRAKE, TAKING HIM DOWN WITH A DIVING CLOTHESLINE!!!!

Persephone: Someone tell that idiot to stop going high risk. Literally as soon as he landed he went back to clutching that arm like a baby. Blood is spilling out of his arm every second, so does he really want to keep wasting more?

Rich Russillo: Hans forces himself back to his feet as Drake gets to all fours, and Hans sends Drake back into the ring. Hans drags the duffle bag right next to the ring before digging into it real quick, and he’s able to slip his good hand into a pair of brass knuckles!

Thadd Blazevich: Hans slides into the ring while Drake stumbles back to his feet, AND NOW HANS RUNS IN!!

Rich Russillo: FOR A BRASS KNUCKLES-ASSISTED FLAMING PUNCH!!!!!

Thadd Blazevich: NO!!!

Persephone: DRAKE MANAGED TO GET OUT OF THE WAY JUST IN TIME, AND NOW HE PULLS HANS INTO A WAISTLOCK BEFORE GOING FOR A GERMAN SUPLEX!!!

Rich Russillo: # BUT HANS LANDS ON HIS FEET, AND HE DROPS DRAKE WITH THE FLAMING PUNCH!!!!!

(The crowd explodes as Hans immediately crumbles to all fours. He holds onto his bad arm, but rather than wincing in pain, he’s trying as hard as he can to will himself on, feeling the tide turn as he can feel the energy of the tens of thousands of fans in attendance flowing through him.)

Rich Russillo: HANS GRAYSON IS GETTING FIRED UP RIGHT NOW!! HE’S STARTING TO GET BACK INTO THIS MATCH, AND HE TAKES THE TIME TO SLOWLY DRAG DRAKE UP INTO A FRONT FACELOCK USING HIS GOOD ARM! HANS BACKPEDALS SO HE CAN PULL DRAKE TO HIS FEET-

Thadd Blazevich: BEFORE LETTING GO OF THE HOLD AND GRABBING DRAKE BY THE BACK OF THE HEAD, SENDING DRAKE BACK FIRST INTO THE BARBED WIRE COVERED BOARD IN THE CORNER!!!!

Rich Russillo: HANS RUNS IN, AND HE LANDS A JUMPING KNEE TO DRAKE IN THE CORNER, CAUSING THE BACK OF DRAKE’S HEAD TO BE PUSHED INTO THE BARBED WIRE!!!! HANS TURNS AND MAKES SURE TO USE THE GOOD ARM TO PULL DRAKE OUT FROM UNDER THAT, AND HE RUNS OUT OF THE CORNER BEFORE CONNECTING WITH A BULLDOG!!!!

Persephone: Well we’re reaching the part where I get annoyed. I don’t care about Hans getting motivated by the crowd or whatever power of friendship he’s got going on. I want to see blood and murder, that’s it.

Rich Russillo: Well I think this is about more than that, Persephone. This is about finally taking down Drake Armstrong, AND IT LOOKS LIKE HANS IS WILLING TO DO ANYTHING TO DO THAT, AS HE RUNS AND LEAPS ONTO THE TOP BARBED WIRE “ROPE”, JUMPING OFF OF IT FOR A MODIFIED VERSION OF THE FIRESAULT!!!!

Thadd Blazevich: WOW!! That was good thinking from Hans right there, bro! That barbed wire isn’t gonna have the same give or spring to it that our normal ropes do, so Hans put everything into that jump and leaped off the top rope so he could deliver the moonsault! Seriously, Hans is an awesome dude!

Persephone: Yeah, well he’s not a smart one. For some reason he still hasn’t actually gone for the cover. I get his arm probably feels like it’s about to fall off, but he can’t use that as an excuse for everything.

Rich Russillo: I don’t think that’s what it is! Hans has gotten back to his feet, and it seems like he has something in mind… But look at his face. It looks like there’s some doubt creeping in. :lupe:

(Just as Rich said, doubt pours onto Hans’ face. His intention was to deliver one of his finishing moves to Drake Armstrong, but then he looked at his arm. His arm is a wreck, and trying to lift it up even slightly causes him immense pain at this point. The Imperial Flame, Burning Shot Lariat and Burning Shot Pillar are all pretty much off the table, though the latter two were unlikely to be used anyway with the barbed wire replacing the ropes. Hans knows he’s in a tough spot…)

(But he isn’t out of options. Not yet.)

Rich Russillo: Wait a second. Hans Grayson is backing up. He seems a lot more focused again. I don’t know what it is that Hans has in mind here, but it has to be big, because this is it. This is his chance to finally become World Champion. This is his chance to take down Drake Armstrong once and for all.

Thadd Blazevich: Drake Armstrong is somehow starting to stir despite all the blood dripping down bros body, but I don’t think he realizes what’s about to come his way. I mean, even I don’t know!

Persephone: Drake Armstrong gets back to his feet…

Rich Russillo: AND HANS GRAYSON RUNS IN, JUMPING AT DRAKE WITH HIS OWN “IMMACULATE BLADE”!!!!!!!!

(CRACK!)

(Hans Grayson falls.)

(From the beginning of the match, ever since the first failed usage of it, there is one thing that never left Drake Armstrong’s possession. One thing he had been worn for so long, it had seemingly become a non factor. One thing that had the power to change the course of the match entirely, or in certain cases, even end it abruptly.)

(The Armstrong Family ring.)

(One clean shot was all Drake needed. He knew that Hans wouldn’t be able to utilize his usual arsenal with one of his arms not working, and that all that meant was that Hans gave Drake the exact opening he was looking for.)

(After knocking him out with the ring, Drake briefly stands over Hans with an unimpressed look on his face, as if he’s not even satisfied with what his challenger in his first Pain for Pride main event brought to him. Still, he drops into the cover. Hooking both legs, and resting firmly on top of Hans’ good arm to prevent any chances of a kick out in the first, and only pinfall of this match.)

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

TTTTTTTHHHHHHHRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

Rich Russillo: HANS GRAYSON JUST GOT THE SHOULDER UP!!!!!!!!!

(Immediately the crowd comes alive, cheering as loud as they possibly can as Hans forces the shoulder of his injured arm up. Drake backs off of him, but doing so immediately allows Hans to grab his arm in pain, suffering the consequences of keeping the match alive. The fans are thrilled, but Drake Armstrong just stares at Hans, not moving a muscle after what he just witnessed.)

Persephone: See? I told you Hans was just being performative about that injury. I don’t know why he wants sympathy so badly. You’re already in Canada, as long as you’re not Ryan Wilson they’ll cheer you for anything.

Thadd Blazevich: Come on Seph, you know it’s not like that! This is Pain for Pride, and possibly the most personal match of Hans’ career. There’s no way bro was gonna let it slip outta his grasp so easily! He wants this, and he’s making this Hell for-

Rich Russillo: WOAH, WAIT A SECOND THADD!!! DRAKE JUST GOT BACK UP, AND HE JUST STARTED RAPIDLY STOMPING ON HANS’ BAD ARM!!!

Thadd Blazevich: :krabs:

Rich Russillo: I DON’T THINK DRAKE IS REAL HAPPY ABOUT THAT KICK OUT FROM HANS, SO HE’S DOING EVEN MORE DAMAGE TO HANS’ ARM! IT’S LIKE HE’S TRYING TO MAKE SURE HE CAN’T USE IT AGAIN!!

Thadd Blazevich: DRAKE YANKS HANS UP TO HIS KNEES BY THE BAD ARM, BEFORE DROPPING AN ELBOW DOWN ONTO IT!! OH MY GOD, DRAKE IS JUST BEING AS RUTHLESS AS POSSIBLE RIGHT NOW, BRO!

Rich Russillo: DRAKE NOW DRAGS HANS BACK UP TO HIS KNEES, BEFORE DRAGGING HIM OVER TOWARDS THE BARBED WIRE ROPES AND FORCING HANS’ FACE RIGHT INTO THE MIDDLE “ROPE”!!! THIS IS JUST TOO MUCH!!!! DRAKE ALREADY CUT HANS’ FOREHEAD OPEN EARLIER AND WE CAN BARELY EVEN SEE THE ADDITIONAL DAMAGE THANKS TO THE CRIMSON MASK, BUT THAT DOESN’T STOP DRAKE FROM JUST FURTHER TORTURING HANS AS HE FINALLY TAKES ADVANTAGE OF THE BARBED WIRE MASSACRE ENVIRONMENT!!!!

Thadd Blazevich: DRAKE ARMSTRONG PULLS HANS OUT OF THE LINES OF BARBED WIRE BEFORE PULLING HIM TO HIS FEET!! DRAKE PULLS BRO INTO A DOUBLE UNDERHOOK, KNOWING HANS ISN’T GONNA BE ABLE TO FIGHT OUTTA THAT!

Persephone: BEFORE THROWING HANS BACK FIRST INTO THE BARBED WIRE BOARD WITH A DOUBLE UNDERHOOK SUPLEX!!!!

Rich Russillo: Hans crumbles to the mat, and the poor guy is just out of it right now. Drake now looks out at the duffle bag out at ringside, and now that I look at it, it really is dangerous. It’s filled with razor blades, box cutters, medical equipment and more. Drake was clearly prepared for war tonight!

Thadd Blazevich: YEAH, BUT I DON’T THINK HE’S TRYING TO USE JUST ONE OF THOSE ITEMS OUT THERE RIGHT NOW! DRAKE JUST PULLED HANS OFF THE MAT, AND I THINK HE’S TRYING TO LIFT HANS FOR A POWERBOMB! IT’S CLOSE ENOUGH, HE MIGHT BE TRYING TO POWERBOMB HANS INTO THE DUFFLE BAG KNOWING HIS ALREADY SLICED BACK WILL LAND RIGHT INTO THOSE BLADES!

Rich Russillo: HANS THROWS A PUNCH TO DRAKE’S RIBS, THOUGH! HE’S STILL ALIVE!

Thadd Blazevich: BUT IN THE SHAPE HE’S IN, THAT WASN’T NEARLY ENOUGH TO STOP DRAKE!

Persephone: DRAKE POWERS HANS UP ONTO HIS SHOULDERS, BEFORE TURNING TOWARDS THE BARBED WIRE ROPES…

Rich Russillo: AND POWERBOMBING HANS GRAYSON INTO THE DUFFLE BAG AT RINGSIDE, SENDING HANS CRASHING INTO A BUNCH OF RAZORS, NEEDLES, BOX CUTTERS AND WHATEVER OTHER TOOLS DRAKE BROUGHT TO THIS MATCH!!!!*

Thadd Blazevich: OH MY GOD!!! BRO, I’VE BEEN ROOTING FOR HANS GRAYSON ALL NIGHT, BUT RIGHT NOW, HE MIGHT ACTUALLY BE COOKED!! DRAKE JUST DESTROYED HIM, AND WITH ALL THE BLOOD HE ALREADY LOST, I DON’T KNOW IF IT’S EVEN POSSIBLE FOR HIM TO MOVE RIGHT NOW!

Persephone: Probably not, but it doesn’t look like that’s gonna stop Drake. Drake just got out of the ring, and he walked over to Hans before just kicking him off of the duffle bag.

Rich Russillo: Drake drags Hans up after this… And brings him over towards our table. He’s just clearing everything off of it now, and I don’t think it needs to be explained right now that he has something terrible planned for Hans.

Persephone: Drake leaves Hans leaning on the table before going back to the duffle bag, and he takes out a sledgehammer that was sticking out. Drake is heading back over here, and now he’s climbing on top of the table, all while Hans’ head is just resting on top of the table.

Thadd Blazevich: Dude… Is he about to kill Hans? Should we move?

Rich Russillo: I- I think so! DRAKE KNOWS HANS IS ALREADY LIFELESS, AND NOW I THINK HE’S AIMING TO PUT THE FINISHING TOUCHES ON THIS MATCH BY ENDING HANS GRAYSON FOR GOOD!!! DRAKE RAISES THE SLEDGEHAMMER OVER HIS HEAD, AND HE-

(THUD!)

Thadd Blazevich: HE’S DROPPED RIGHT ONTO HIS FACE, BECAUSE HANS FOUND JUST ENOUGH LIFE LEFT IN HIM TO PUSH HIMSELF INTO DRAKE AND SHOVE HIS LEG OUT FROM UNDER HIM!!!!

Rich Russillo: DRAKE DROPS ONTO THE TABLE AND LETS GO OF THE SLEDGEHAMMER!! HANS IMMEDIATELY FELL TO HIS KNEES, BUT HE IS QUICK TO PICK UP THE SLEDGEHAMMER! HE FORCES HIMSELF BACK TO HIS FEET, USING HIS GOOD ARM ALONE TO JUST SWING IT RIGHT INTO THE BACK OF DRAKE’S HEAD!!!! THAT ALONE COULD’VE GIVEN DRAKE A LIFE THREATENING INJURY, BUT I THINK HANS IS FAR PAST THE POINT OF CARING FOR DRAKE’S LIFE!!

Thadd Blazevich: HANS STUMBLES TOWARDS THE RING BEFORE COLLAPSING TO ALL FOURS- WELL REALLY THREE, BECAUSE HIS BAD ARM GAVE OUT AS SOON AS HE FELL ON IT!

Persephone: Yeah, but it looks like he actually has an idea in mind. He’s pulling himself towards the apron, but that’s not it. I think… This idiot is actually trying to get to the top rope.

Rich Russillo: HE SURE IS! HANS GRAYSON WAS ABLE TO GET ONTO THE APRON, AND NOW HE STEPS ONTO THE MIDDLE ROPE OF BARBED WIRE, WHILE USING HIS GOOD ARM TO HOLD ONTO THE TOP OF THE RING POST! HANS IS SLOWLY MAKING IT TO THE TOP ROPE, BAD ARM AND ALL!!!

Thadd Blazevich: WE SAW SOMETHING LIKE THIS FROM BRONSON DANIELS AT FIGHTING SPIRIT, AND MISSING THIS MIGHTA BEEN THE BEGINNING OF THE END OF HIS EAW CHAMPIONSHIP CHASE!! IS IT REALLY WORTH THE RISK, HANS!?!?

Rich Russillo: I THINK THAT QUESTION HAS ALREADY BEEN ANSWERED, RICH!! HANS THROUGH SHEER WILL HAS FOUND HIS WAY UP TOP, AND DRAKE IS STILL LAID OUT ON HIS STOMACH, BLEEDING OUT FROM THE BACK OF HIS HEAD!!

Thadd Blazevich: HANS GRAYSON IS STANDING ON TOP OF THE RINGPOST, AND WITH ONE MORE DEEP BREATH…

Thadd Blazevich: HE DIVES!!!!!

(CRASH!)

(…)

(…)

(…)

(Drake Armstrong moved.)

(…)

(…)

(…)

(But not enough.)

Rich Russillo: # HE GOT HIM!!!!

Thadd Blazevich: DRAKE TRIED TO TURN HIMSELF OVER TO ROLL OFF OF THE TABLE, BUT BRO WASN’T FAST ENOUGH!!!! HANS GRAYSON JUST FLEW INTO DRAKE ARMSTRONG WITH THE DIVING SPLASH, AS BOTH DUDES JUST CRASHED THROUGH OUR TABLE!!!!!!

(Hans Grayson isn’t even capable of moving after what he just did, just lying motionless on top of Drake Armstrong, who is unconscious and also isn’t able to move. The crowd has completely come alive for this as their cheers are the only thing heard in the Rogers Centre, and in an attempt to keep pushing Hans, they begin to chant for him, just as they did at the beginning of the match.)

Crowd: FI-RE HEART!!!!! FI-RE HEART!!!!! FI-RE HEART!!!!! FI-RE HEART!!!!! FI-RE HEART!!!!! FI-RE HEART!!!!! FI-RE HEART!!!!! FI-RE HEART!!!!! FI-RE HEART!!!!! FI-RE HEART!!!!! FI-RE HEART!!!!! FI-RE HEART!!!!! FI-RE HEART!!!!! FI-RE HEART!!!!! FI-RE HEART!!!!! FI-RE HEART!!!!! FI-RE HEART!!!!! FI-RE HEART!!!!! FI-RE HEART!!!!! FI-RE HEART!!!!! FI-RE HEART!!!!!

(Hans is slowly able to come to his senses, but this unfortunately causes all of the pain he was feeling to kick in again as well. Hans slowly rolls off of Drake Armstrong, still holding his arm. All Hans can even do at this point is force himself into a seated position, contemplating what his next move could actually be in the condition he’s in.)

Rich Russillo: This match has certainly taken a toll on Hans, and it’s this that I have to give Drake credit for. Drake may be most known for his manipulative and opportunistic tendencies, but he can absolutely be one of EAW’s most dangerous Elitists. If anything, his mind is just part of the reason for that.

Thadd Blazevich: That’s true, but that may also be part of the reason dude’s in the mess he’s in right now! He’s pushed Hans both mentally and physically, and I think we’re seeing now that when Hans’ back is against the wall, you get the best version of Hans Grayson!

Persephone: Well I don’t really care. Hans just pulled himself over to the ring before taking out what anyone could guess is a bag of thumbtacks, and he just sends it into the ring. Now he’s using the apron to get back up before finally going after Drake Armstrong, who’s just barely starting to move.

Rich Russillo: Hans used his good arm to slowly muscle Drake up, and I have to say, it must be exhausting for Hans to be incapable of using one of his arms, especially given how long it’s been like this. Still, he’s fighting, and he sends Drake into the ring before following behind as quickly as he can at this point.

(By the time Drake rolls into the ring, he has enough consciousness to at least try moving. He has no choice. He has to start crawling, away from Hans Grayson of all people. Not only to get to the other side of the ring, but to get his hands on the item Hans just brought into the match. The thumbtacks are just out of his reach, but as humiliating as it may feel to have to crawl away from Hans, Drake knows this could be what saves him.)

(Unfortunately for Drake, by the time he manages to pull the bag towards himself, Hans has already gotten back in the ring.)

Rich Russillo: HANS JUST STOMPED DRAKE’S FACE INTO THE BAG OF THUMBTACKS, JUST AS DRAKE OPENED IT!!!!!

Thadd Blazevich: DRAKE JUST WENT FACE FIRST INTO THOSE THUMBTACKS!! IT’S NOT OFTEN WE SEE THE TACKS COME INTO PLAY BEFORE THEY’VE EVEN BEEN LET OUTTA THE BAG, BUT I THINK DRAKE MIGHTA SET HIMSELF UP FOR THAT ONE! HANS GRABS ONTO DRAKE’S ARM WITH HIS GOOD ARM, PULLING IT BACK SO THAT DRAKE IS PRETTY MUCH TRAPPED IN PLACE!

(STOMP!)

(STOMP!)

(STOMP!)

Persephone: AND HE JUST STARTS REPEATEDLY STOMPING DRAKE’S FACE INTO THE THUMBTACKS!! SOME OF THEM SPILL OUT OF THE BAG, BUT A LOT OF THEM ARE GETTING STUCK TO DRAKE’S FACE!!!

Rich Russillo: HANS TURNS DRAKE OVER AND GRABS THE BAG BY THE BOTTOM, TURNING IT OVER AND RELEASING ALL OF THE THUMBTACKS ONTO THE MAT!!! DRAKE ARMSTRONG IS HOLDING HIS FACE IN PAIN, TRYING AS HARD AS HE CAN TO GET OUT OF THE RING!

(Drake slowly is able to pull himself towards the edge of the ring, trying as hard as he can just to find an opening, a path of escape, or anything he can use to get himself out of this. Still, he’s unable to find that.)

Thadd Blazevich: AS SOON AS DRAKE GOT TOWARDS THE ROPES HANS STOMPED ON HIS BACK- AND NOW HANS PULLS DRAKE UP BY HIS HAIR BEFORE PRESSING THE SIDE OF HIS HEAD AGAINST THE BARBED WIRE!! DRAKE’S HEAD IS PRESSED AGAINST THE BARBED WIRE, AND NOW HANS BEGINS TO REPEATEDLY STOMP ON HIS HEAD, JUST FURTHER PRESSING HIS FACE INTO THE BARBED WIRE OVER AND OVER AGAIN BEFORE FINALLY PULLING DRAKE OFF OF THE BOTTOM ROPE, BRINGING HIM BACK UP-

Persephone: DRAKE SWINGS AT HANS WITH THE ARMSTRONG RING!!

Rich Russillo: BUT THAT DESPERATE MOVE DIDN’T WORK!!! HANS DUCKED UNDER IT, AND NOW A ROUNDHOUSE KICK FLOORS DRAKE, DROPPING HIM BACK FIRST ONTO THE THUMBTACKS!!!!

(Hans Grayson stumbles, falling back into the corner as his own fatigue nearly sends him into the barbed wire boards. Hans is able to stop himself, and he just watches as Drake yells out in pain, squirming and trying to get off of the pile of thumbtacks. At this point, it seems Drake Armstrong is finally out of options. The ring is no longer a factor, and after the splash through the table he’s in no shape to try to overpower Hans, even with Hans only capable of using one arm.)

(All that’s left is for Hans to deliver the finishing blow, and he’s finally realized that with the shape his arm is in, there’s only one move he can perform right now.)

(The same move that got him the Interwire Championship.)

(The same move that allowed Hans Grayson to defeat Drake Armstrong at this same event, just two years ago.)

Rich Russillo: Drake Armstrong is slowly pushing himself up, using what may be his last bit of strength just to try and stand one last time. I don’t even think he knows where he is right now, as his back is to the challenger, who seems to be gearing up for something big!

Thadd Blazevich: IT’S MORE THAN SOMETHING BIG, BRO!!! HANS IS CHARGING IN, AND HE’S LOOKING TO REPEAT HISTORY!!!

Persephone: # HIGH HEAT!!!!!!!!!!!

(…)

(…)

(…)

(…)

Rich Russillo: # NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thadd Blazevich: DRAKE ARMSTRONG JUST TURNED RIGHT BEFORE HANS COULD TO FOR THE SOMERSAULT UNPRETTIER, AND DUDE JUST KICKED HANS RIGHT BELOW THE BELT!!!! DRAKE JUST LOW BLOWED HANS!!!!!!

Rich Russillo: DRAKE WASN’T OUT OF OPTIONS!!! HE GOT HIS OPENING, AND IT WAS BY PREVENTING HANS FROM LANDING A MOVE DRAKE ALREADY KNOWS FROM EXPERIENCE IS CAPABLE OF GETTING THE JOB DONE!!!! HANS JUST CRUMBLED TO HIS KNEES, AND I THINK THAT ONE KICK MIGHT’VE DRAINED THE LIFE OUT OF THE ROGERS CENTRE!!!

(Drake Armstrong rolls out of the ring, taking off his ring and putting it on the apron as Hans falls onto the mat. By this point, Hans is more shocked than anything else, unable to believe that he gave Drake an opportunity like this. He does everything he can to keep going. To keep fighting, to push himself back to his feet one more time, but by the time he’s able to do that…)

(CRACK!)

Thadd Blazevich: DRAKE JUST SMASHED HIS EAW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP INTO HANS’ FACE!!!!

Persephone: I BET HANS IS FEELING DEJA VU RIGHT NOW!! DRAKE DID THAT TO HIM LIKE A THOUSAND TIMES A FEW WEEKS AGO, AND HE DID THE SAME TO ASHLYNN QUINN WHEN SHE TRIED TO SAVE HIM!!!

Rich Russillo: YEAH, BUT THAT’S NOT ALL DRAKE DID TO HER!! DRAKE DROPS HIS CHAMPIONSHIP BEFORE DRAGGING HANS UP, DOING EVERYTHING HE CAN TO POWER HANS UP INTO HIS ARMS ONE LAST TIME AS HE AIMS TO FORCE HANS TO FACE THE SAME FATE SHE DID, AND RETAIN HIS EAW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP ONCE AND FOR ALL!!!!

Thadd Blazevich: DEATH PENALTY ONTO THE THUMBTACKS!!!!

Persephone: HANS WAS JUST DROPPED HEAD FIRST ONTO THE THUMBTACKS, AND THERE’S NO SMILE OR TAUNT COMING FROM DRAKE THIS TIME, PROBABLY BECAUSE HE KNOWS HE ONLY BARELY GOT PAST HANS!! DRAKE TURNS HIM OVER AND JUST FALLS ONTO HIM FOR THE COVER, AND THAT’S IT!!! THIS IDIOT ACTUALLY BLEW IT! HE FAILED HIS CASH-IN IN THE MAIN EVENT OF PAIN FOR PRIDE!!!!

Rich Russillo: I HATE TO SAY IT, BUT THAT’S IT!!! THIS ONE IS OVER!!!!

OOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!

TTTTTTTTTTTTTTWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thadd Blazevich: NO WAY!!! THERE’S NO WAY!!!!!

Persephone: :comeagain:

Rich Russillo: # HANS GRAYSON KICKED OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(For the first time in this match, Drake Armstrong actually looks dejected. Everything he could’ve had left went into that, and still, it wasn’t enough to take down the man who has been a thorn in his side throughout his entire career. Drake turns and looks at the referee, but the death stare he gives him isn’t enough to change the result. Hans Grayson is still in this match.)

Rich Russillo: This match has truly been unreal. Drake Armstrong sat up, and he just shook his head, in complete disbelief knowing that STILL, Hans Grayson refuses to go down! Hans is at a severe disadvantage tonight. He’s unable to use his usual array of finishing moves, and thanks to that Drake has had every attempt to go out of the box scouted. Still, even with Hans’ inability to even TRY ending this one, Drake hasn’t had any better luck strictly thanks to the resilience of his opponent tonight!

Thadd Blazevich: Drakey rolls outta the ring before stumbling over towards that duffle bag, picking it up before heading over towards the steel steps. Bro looks beyond exhausted, but he walks up the steel steps before just dumping the duffle bag into the ring, letting everything inside of it spill out!

Persephone: Drake drops off of the steps before sliding back into the ring to avoid the barbed wire ropes. He pulls the upside down duffle bag off of the pile and tosses it aside, and wow, there’s some really nice stuff in there.

(Box cutters, razor blades, pairs of scissors, an entire roll of barbed wire, sharp nails, pilers, a steel chain and so much more are revealed in the pile. Drake doesn’t immediately go for any of the items in the pile now however, as he instead picks up his World Championship, before crouching down and dragging Hans up to his knees by his chin as his frustration quickly bubbles over, turning into full blown rage.)

Drake Armstrong: (off-mic) Did you really believe that you could win..? That I’d allow you to steal this Championship from me, THAT I’D EVER LET SUCH AN IMPOTENT, FOOLISH SYCOPHANT USURP THE THRONE OF YOUR KING!?

(There is no response from Hans, not that this is unexpected in the condition he’s in. Drake furiously just turns Hans’ head, forcing him even in his dazed state to look at the fans in attendance. Hans slowly regains consciousness as this happens, giving him the chance to study the crowd, taking notice of all the people present tonight who were hoping to see him pull off the victory. Something seems to catch Hans’ eye during this, but it is quickly drowned out as Drake continues to speak.)

Drake Armstrong: (off-mic) Look at them, Feebleheart. I warned you that they’d do nothing for you. There is nobody to save you from the disgrace you brought upon yourself.

Rich Russillo: NO NO NO!!

Thadd Blazevich: DRAKE IS DRAGGING HANS OVER TO THE PILE LEFT FROM THE DUFFLE BAG- NO DUDE, DRAKE STOP!

Persephone: DRAKE JUST STARTS BASHING HANS’ FACE INTO THE PILE, SENDING HANS FACE FIRST INTO THE RAZOR BLADES, THE ROLL OF BARBED WIRE, AND WHATEVER OTHER AMAZINGLY SHARP OBJECTS DRAKE PUT IN THERE!!! DRAKE IS JUST ON A MISSION TO FINALLY DESTROY HANS ONCE AND FOR ALL RIGHT NOW, AND PERSONALLY I’M ALL FOR IT!!!

Rich Russillo: DRAKE GRABS THE ROLL OF BARBED WIRE AFTER ALL THAT, AND NOW HE PULLS HANS’ BAD ARM UP BEFORE WRAPPING THE BARBED WIRE AROUND IT, AND PULLING BACK ON THE BARBED WIRE FOR A MODIFIED FUJIWARA ARMBAR, RIGHT ON TOP OF THE PILE!!!!

Thadd Blazevich: HANS GRAYSON IS LITERALLY BEING TORTURED RIGHT NOW DUDES!! I DON’T EVEN KNOW HOW HE STILL HAS A VOICE LEFT TO SCREAM OUT IN PAIN LIKE THIS AFTER EVERYTHING HE’S BEEN THROUGH TONIGHT!! THIS IS JUST UNREAL, IT’S WAY TOO MUCH FOR ANY PERSON TO TAKE!!

Persephone: WE SAW DRAKE DO STUFF LIKE THIS ALL THROUGHOUT HIS REIGN- BUT IT WAS NEVER THIS INTERESTING!! I MEAN, HANS’ ARM WAS LITERALLY SLICED OPEN FROM THE TRICEPS AGES AGO AND NOW HE HAS BARBED WIRE DIGGING INTO HIS OPEN WOUND!! I ALMOST DON’T WANT HANS TO TAP JUST SO THIS CAN CONTINUE!!

Rich Russillo: WELL IT LOOKS LIKE HANS IS WILLING TO GIVE YOU THAT MUCH, BUT WILL IT MATTER!?!! THERE’S ONLY SO MUCH PAIN A HUMAN CAN TAKE!! THERE’S ONLY SO MUCH SUFFERING HANS CAN ENDURE BEFORE HIS BODY SHUTS DOWN ON HIM, AND HE HAS TO BE NEARING THAT THRESHOLD SOON!!

Thadd Blazevich: DRAKE CONTINUES TO PULL BACK ON THE BARBED WIRE WITH THE LEFT HAND, BEFORE USING THE RIGHT TO GRAB HANS BY THE HAIR, LIFTING HIS HEAD UP BEFORE SMASHING HIS FACE INTO THE PILE OF BLADES AGAIN!! DUDE RELENTED ON THE SUBMISSION A BIT LITERALLY JUST TO DO A BIT MORE DAMAGE, AND NOW HE GOES RIGHT BACK TO PULLING HIS ARM BACK WITH BOTH HANDS!!

(Hans could pretty much feel time running out at this point. It’s not just a matter of not wanting to give up anymore. He’s been losing blood for the majority of this match at a severe rate. The arm that Drake Armstrong is targeting was brutally attacked, thanks to its pre-existing injury.)

(Drake knew his weakness from the moment the match began, because it was a weakness he created. From the moment Hans’ arm was broken at Road to Redemption Hans knew his biggest goal had become taking down Drake Armstrong, but ultimately, that path would only lead him back into Armstrong’s hands.)

(Hans grit through the pain, pressing his good arm down and raising his head just enough, giving one last look at the crowd. Staring at the thousands of people who had been through it all with Hans. The people who, like him, were waiting to see His Immaculacy fall.)

(STAB)

Rich Russillo: HANS GRAYSON JUST PICKED UP A PAIR OF SCISSORS, AND HE STABBED THEM INTO DRAKE’S ARM!!!!!

Thadd Blazevich: DRAKE IMMEDIATELY LETS GO OF THE SUBMISSION AS HANS RIPS OUT THE SCISSORS- BUT HE DOESN’T STOP THERE!!! HANS BEGINS TO RELENTLESSLY STAB DRAKE WITH THE SCISSORS, LANDING SHOTS TO THE SHOULDER, THE BACK, WHEREVER HE CAN GO AS DRAKE TRIES ROLLING OUT OF THE RING!!

Persephone: AND LOOK AT HANS!! DRAKE MUST’VE SCREWED HIS HEAD UP PRETTY BADLY, BECAUSE HANS STARTED PULLING THE BARBED WIRE ROLL OFF OF HIS INJURED ARM, JUST ENOUGH TO PULL IT AROUND DRAKE’S THROAT JUST AS HE ROLLED OUT TO HIS FEET!!! HANS PULLS BACK, AND NOW HE’S LITERALLY STRANGLING DRAKE ARMSTRONG WITH BARBED WIRE, HOLDING ONTO ONE END WITH HIS GOOD ARM AND LETTING THE REST STAY ON THE USELESS ARM!!!!

Rich Russillo: DRAKE IS PANICKING!!! I DON’T THINK HE EXPECTED THINGS TO GET AS BAD AS THEY DID!! HE THOUGHT HE WAS SECONDS AWAY FROM HANS TAPPING OUT OR PASSING OUT!!! SECONDS AWAY FROM VICTORY, AND NOW BARBED WIRE IS DIGGING INTO HIS THROAT!!

Thadd Blazevich: DRAKE IS FORCES TO USE HIS ADVANTAGE IN SIZE AND POWER, SLOWLY BUT SURELY DRAGGING HANS OVER THE BOTTOM “ROPE”, FORCING BRO TO SCRAPE HIS ENTIRE MIDSECTION ACROSS THE BARBED WIRE AS HE IS PULLED OUT OF THE RING!!!

Persephone: BUT HANS DOESN’T LET GO!!!

Rich Russillo: HANS WAS PULLED OUT OF THE RING AND LANDED ON HIS FEET, SO HE JUST CONTINUES STRANGLING DRAKE WITH THE BARBED WIRE!! DRAKE IS FORCED TO DO WHATEVER HE CAN TO SURVIVE RIGHT NOW, BACKPEDALING INTO THE APRON IN AN ATTEMPT TO GET HANS OFF OF HIM!!!

Thadd Blazevich: BUT HANS STILL DOESN’T LET GO!!! HE MIGHT JUST CUT BRO’S THROAT OPEN IF THEY’RE NOT CAREFUL!!

Persephone: DRAKE STEPS FORWARD BEFORE SENDING HANS INTO THE APRON A SECOND TIME, BUT HANS IS MOVING LIKE A MAN POSSESSED RIGHT NOW!!! HE JUST WON’T LET GO, DESPITE ALL THE PAIN HE’S LITERALLY INFLICTING ON HIMSELF!!

Rich Russillo: DRAKE STUMBLES AROUND, AND IN A LAST DITCH EFFORT HE BEGINS TO STUMBLE BACKWARDS ONCE AGAIN-

(THUD!)

Rich Russillo: AND THIS TIME BOTH MEN CRASH INTO AND TUMBLE OVER THE STEEL STEPS, FORCING THE CHOKE TO BE RELEASED!!!!

(Both men crash onto the ringside floor, and immediately all of the pain they had powered through tonight hits them like a truck. They both are spent, resting on opposite sides of the now knocked over steel steps.)

(Drake Armstrong is slowly coming to, and there’s a look of concern on his face that he never had beforehand. He didn’t have the ring on him anymore. All of the weapons he brought into the match are in the ring, and the man who has been a nuisance to him throughout his entire career still just won’t die.)

(Drake uses the apron to try to pull himself up, but in the process, he stops.)

(For just one moment, one moment too long Drake stops and glances at a specific, nearby crowd, giving a look unrecognizable by the fans in attendance. The crowd couldn’t tell exactly what was on Drake’s mind this late in the match. There was only one thing they could tell.)

(For once, Drake Armstrong miscalculated.)

Rich Russillo: FLAMING PUNCH!!

Thadd Blazevich: WITH THE BARBED WIRE WRAPPED AROUND HIS FIST!!!!

(While both men were laid out, Hans chose to keep pushing through the pain, removing the rest of the barbed wire roll before pushing the hand of his good arm into it. Drake underestimated Hans. He expected him to stay down longer. He expected him to avoid any more damage to his injured arm, just as he’d been doing for the majority of this match…)

(But he did not expect what would come next.)

Rich Russillo: Drake Armstrong fell against the apron after that punch, and now Hans just turns Drake over, leaning his back against the apron before-

Thadd Blazevich: JUST DRIVING HIS BARBED WIRE COVERED FIST INTO DRAKE’S FACE AGAIN!!! HANS WITH A NASTY PUNCH WITH THE BARBED WIRE- AND NOW HE DOES IT AGAIN!!!!

(And again.)

(And again.)

(And again.)

(And he doesn’t stop, just endlessly raining punches down into Drake’s face, putting everything he has into them. More than he has possibly anything else in his career.)

(THUD!)

(THUD!)

(THUD!)

Rich Russillo: :lupe:

(Hans was done letting Drake find ways out of danger. He was done letting Drake get the last laugh, and most of all he was done letting Drake step on everyone else. Hans didn’t just want to hurt Drake. He wanted to end him, so he keeps going. Punches after punches connect with Drake’s face, and the barbed wire just tears away at him with every single connection until eventually…)

(SMASH!)

(SMASH!)

(SMASH!)

(At this point the previously loud, excited cheers start to quiet down a bit. Even the Canadian crowd, the one firmly behind Hans Grayson, is a bit taken aback by what they’re seeing. Drake Armstrong’s face is being completely battered right now, to the point of the sound made with each punch being enough to disgust the fans close enough to hear it. Eventually Hans slows down, and he grabs Drake by the head, bringing him close as he says just a few words.)

Hans Grayson: (off-mic) What was it you said, Drake?… That I lacked killer instinct?… That I was weak because I didn’t treat everyone like trash…? Because I have people I care about…?

(Another punch follows these words.)

Hans Grayson: (off-mic) Fine. Think what you want, but you’re not without your weaknesses either then, are you Drake!?

(Drake is sent tumbling into the barricade.)

Hans Grayson: (off-mic) ARE YOU!?

(Drake at this point wants to be furious, but doesn’t even have the strength for that much. His fight is gone. He can only wait as Hans walks over. Not just for Drake Armstrong… But for a particular person seated in the front row. One Drake couldn’t help but glance at the moment he sensed this match falling apart.)

(Right behind Drake, in the front row of the crowd was a woman. Hans had seen her earlier, back when Drake forced him to stare at the audience. However, it was now that Hans was certain about who she is, and seeing the concern that’s on face at the moment only made him all the more furious, turning Drake over so that he’s given no choice but to stare at the worried woman.)

(The woman was Jazlyne Zidane, otherwise known as Arowa Sainte. Drake Armstrong’s girlfriend.)

(Arowa was nothing like Drake. She never would’ve manipulated Hans for as long as Drake did. She never would’ve broken his arm, or tortured him for as long as Drake has. She never would’ve attacked Hans’ loved ones, because despite the relationship she has with Drake, that’s just not the kind of person she is. She’s kind, compassionate, caring to the point of doing even the little things such as drawing hearts on Drake for good luck and just generally doting on him v. When it comes to her personality she is in every way Armstrong’s polar opposite.)

(But right now Hans Grayson couldn’t care less.)

Hans Grayson: (off-mic) Look at him. LOOK AT THIS PIECE OF SHIT!

(Hans grabbed her by the hair, pulling her to the barricade with his good arm, still covered in barbed wire. Arowa is a nervous wreck at this point, both because of the heated nature of this confrontation, and because of the battered state of Drake Armstrong.)

(Hans lets go of Arowa, but only so he can deliver a clubbing blow to the back of Drake’s head, with the barbed wire still wrapped around his arm.)

Hans Grayson: (off-mic) IS THIS WHAT HE PROMISED YOU!? IS THIS WHAT YOU CAME HERE TO SEE!?

(Another one connected, and before long he just started battering his opponent once more, all while the fans watched in near silence.)

Hans Grayson: (off-mic) WELL LOOK AT HIM NOW AROWA! LOOK AT HIM!!!

(Arowa’s eyes start to water, knowing that there isn’t anything she can do right now, and she’s just being forced to watch as the man she loves is effectively tortured.)

(Hans has no intention of stopping. He knows the match can’t be won on the outside, but he doesn’t care. He’s out for blood. He’s ready to kill Drake, and he’s willing to do it with his own hands, right in front of Arowa. Forearms, punches, whatever he can muster up with the one good arm he has continues to rain down on the back of Drake’s head relentlessly.)

(Arowa is pretty much begging Hans to stop at this point, telling him that the match is over, that Drake is done, and pretty much anything she can to at least try to get Hans off of him, but he doesn’t listen. He doesn’t care. All he cares about is giving Drake a taste of his own medicine, as he bashes Drake’s head open.)

(Again…)

(And again…)

(And again…)

(And again…)

(Until…)

(He stopped.)

(Maybe it was the horrified look on Arowa’s face, a look he wasn’t used to seeing. Maybe it was the concerned, uncertain reception of the crowd, which was unusual for him, especially in Canada. He couldn’t help it. It was against his better judgement, so much so that it hit him right as he was on the verge of hitting another blow. He had to fight the urge to continue, just letting out a yell as he slams his fist onto the barricade. Truthfully, he didn’t want to stop. He knows Drake is done and that finally he’s out of options, but he wasn’t going to be satisfied. Right now, he probably wasn’t going to be satisfied until Drake was in the ground…)

(But he refused to let Drake Armstrong destroy who he is.)

(Hans was no stranger to having a mean streak when needed. It was in the build up to his last match against Drake at this very event where Hans attacked Drake’s butler, but this…? This was different, and it reminds him of everything Drake has told him. For the past year Drake mocked him for his methods, and tried everything he could to lead him to believe that he was wrong for not being as ruthless and cutthroat as the Champion. The last thing he was going to do was be like the man who brought this side out of him to begin with.)

(He didn’t need to make Drake suffer aimlessly. He didn’t need to traumatize Arowa or anyone else to humiliate Drake. He didn’t even need to kill Drake, no matter how much it may be deserved. There’s only one thing he needed to do, and he knew exactly what that was.)

Rich Russillo: Hans Grayson just sent Drake Armstrong back into the ring, and that woman in the front row there, the woman he’s walking away from, that’s Arowa Sainte. Hans was clearly furious about everything Drake had done and wanted one of Drake’s- likely few, loved ones to see firsthand what the consequences of his actions were. However… I think Hans had second thoughts. I think he wants to end this his way.

Thadd Blazevich: Yeah, but… I thought we’ve been over this? How is bro actually going to win in the condition he’s in?

(It took time, but the crowd applauded Hans for finally cooling his head. Drake began to stir meanwhile, and needless to say, he couldn’t believe it. The humiliation, the lengths Hans went just to hurt him, even going as far as to involve Arowa in this, all while he has no method of counterattack. It wasn’t what Drake prepared for. Not at all. All year long, Drake got what he wanted. Every plan was a success. Everything always went his way. Even the rage Hans has put on display tonight should have been to Drake’s benefit. It’d have only been a matter of time before he found an opening just like before, but instead he’s here. Stuck in the ring with nowhere to go, because Hans refused to lose sight of who he is.)

(He overcame all of the punishment Drake inflicted. He exhausted Drake’s stockpile of weapons and tricks, and now in the end Drake was even unable to finally make Hans snap, and do what he promised from the start: Leave Hans Grayson a permanent shell of his former self.)

(In every way possible, Drake was defeated.)

Drake Armstrong: -# (off-mic) No… No, this isn’t…

(He can’t even finish his words. His eyes dart towards Arowa Sainte, but before he could even finish his thought his view is blocked, as Hans Grayson painfully pulls himself onto the apron, having to use the barbed wire in place of the ropes to do so.)

(It’s as if at this moment, Drake was able to remind himself exactly who he was dealing with.)

(The man who allowed Drake to use him for six months. The man who Drake was able to remove from Voltage entirely with a broken arm. The man Drake was personally able to witness lose against Kai Rabeaux and Cody Maverick upon returning. The man who Drake himself laid out alongside Ashlynn Quinn, with the warning that he’d suffer a crueler fate than ever on this very night. The man who, as far as Drake knew, would never have the strength needed to finish the job.)

(Drake Armstrong laughed.)

Drake Armstrong: (off-mic) Do you really think… You proved anything? I’m still here, Feebleheart… You can’t beat me. Not this time… Not now…

(The fans boo, but Hans doesn’t respond. He just gives the crowd one more look, one a lot more focused than previously.)

Drake Armstrong: (off-mic) Your arm is hanging on by a thread… You’re too weak, Hans Grayson… Too weak to do to me what I did to you and your dear Ashlynn Quinn… Too weak to kill me while the opportunity was yours… Too weak for any of your efforts to mean anything.

(Drake began pushing himself back to his feet, regaining the confidence he was known for. The ego that built the career he has today. He was certain Hans was bluffing. That he had no more tricks up his sleeve, and could truly do nothing to end him.)

Drake Armstrong: (off-mic) You will… Learn… Your place.

(…)

(…)

(…)

(But once again, he was wrong.)

Rich Russillo: # BURNING SHOT LARIAT!!!!!

Thadd Blazevich: DUDE, ARE YOU SERIOUS!?!?!? HANS GRAYSON, HE JUST… HE JUST FORCED HIMSELF TO USE HIS INJURED ARM, GRABBING ONTO THE BARBED WIRE JUST FOR THE SAKE OF SLINGSHOTTING HIMSELF INTO THE RING AND LANDING THE BURNING SHOT LARIAT!!! IS BRO TRYING TO DAMAGE HIS ARM BEYOND REPAIR!?!?

(This move brings back the cheers that had previously died down, as neither the fans nor Armstrong expected Hans to be willing to do this after his reluctance the entire match. Hans Grayson was in pain, more than ever before after what he just did to himself. Sacrificing his already hurt arm was stupid and he knew it, but he knew that at this point, it was the only way to surprise Drake. The only way to finally bring him down, and that’s all that mattered.)

Persephone: LOOK!! THAT BARBED WIRE IS STILL WRAPPED AROUND HIS GOOD ARM!!! THAT WAS A BARBED WIRE ASSISTED BURNING SHOT LARIAT, AND NOW HANS USES EVERYTHING HE HAS LEFT TO MUSCLE DRAKE UP, PULLING HIM TO THE PILE OF BLADES!!!

(Hans fought through the pain in a way very few ever could. He could barely even get a good grip on Drake’s wrist with his injured arm, but it was enough to hold onto him, and that was all he needed. All he needed to end this, once and for all.)

Rich Russillo: # IMPERIAL FLAME!!!!!!!!!!

Thadd Blazevich: THE IMPERIAL FLAME CONNECTS, AND NOW AFTER DRIVING DRAKE FACE FIRST INTO A WHOLE HILL OF RAZORS AND SHARP OBJECTS, HANS TURNS HIM OVER WITH HIS GOOD ARM!!

Rich Russillo: AND HANS LAYS ON TOP OF DRAKE FOR THE COVER, TO END OUR TWELFTH BARBED WIRE MASSACRE!!!!!!!!!

OOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

TTTTTTTTTTTWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

TTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

(Ding! Ding! Ding!)

Bella Braxton: Ladies and gentlemen… HERE IS YOUR WINNER… AAAANNNNNNDDDDD NNNEEEEEEWWWWW EAW WORLD CHAMPION… HHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNSSSSSSSSSSS GGGGGGGGGGGRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYSSSSOOOOONNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!

(The crowd completely explodes, giving the loudest cheers they’re physically capable of giving. ‘The Leaving Song Pt. II’ begins to play once more, but it barely makes a difference. The cheers are overpowering, as FINALLY, Drake Armstrong has been dethroned. Finally Drake’s dominance has come to an end, and at the hands of the man he has abused all season long. The hands of Canada’s own, Hans Grayson.)

Rich Russillo: HE DID IT!!! HE DID IT, HANS GRAYSON DID IT!!!

Thadd Blazevich: I CAN’T BELIEVE IT BRO!! WE’RE HERE, WE FINALLY MADE IT!!! HANS GRAYSON IS OUR EAW WORLD CHAMPION!!!

Persephone: Wow. Evil finally died.

Rich Russillo: All season long Drake Armstrong has, without question, been one of the most terrible individuals EAW has had to offer! Not just because of how cruel he can be, but because of how effective his methods are! Drake has constantly gotten his way and even in THIS match things were playing into his favor, but in the end all that brought a side out of Hans that he didn’t expect. One that might’ve gotten him to cross a line.

Thadd Blazevich: Yeah, but in the end bro got his head back where it needed to be, and focused on how he can win this match and take what he knows Drake cares most about. Unfortunately for him, doing so meant making some serious use of the arm Drake pretty much tore apart tonight.

(Hans Grayson hasn’t moved since the match came to an end, still too exhausted to do so. Still, medical personnel are making their way down to ringside, for both men. The referee picks the EAW World Championship up off of the mat for Hans Grayson, waiting as Hans slowly starts to come to, finding the strength just to sit up.)

Rich Russillo: Tonight, Hans was in a battle against many things. It wasn’t just Drake Armstrong. It was both his rage, and his arm injury. Everything Drake used against Hans all season long came into play both to Drake’s benefit and detriment tonight, but ultimately he was able to conquer both of those things, and thanks to that we have a NEW EAW WORLD CHAMPION!!!

Thadd Blazevich: I’m so glad to see this, dude. Hans Grayson deserves this so much, and bro, I’d say it all paid off! He made the tough choice to cash-in in advance, and HE DID IT! He actually won the title!

Persephone: Yeah… It would’ve been funny if he lost, though.

(Hans Grayson slowly uses his good arm to push himself to a knee, before finally standing up on his feet. He is finally handed the EAW World Championship, and out of consideration for his injury the referee doesn’t raise his other hand, instead leaving Hans to raise his Championship in the air with his barbed wire covered hand. The cheers grow even louder, as Hans finally holds a World Championship.)

(During all this Drake Armstrong has remained unconscious, and is helped out of the ring by medical personnel. The camera briefly flashes to Arowa Sainte, who is saddened by what she just watched Armstrong go through. She’s forced to watch as Drake is lowered down to a seated position, and the personnel continue to check on him.)

Rich Russillo: Hans Grayson and Drake Armstrong have been through just about everything together. I think it’s safe to say that they’re each other’s biggest enemies thus far, but if you ask me? This is about as definitive of an ending as we can get to this chapter, at least for now.

Thadd Blazevich: Heavy on the “for now”. Don’t forget, Pain for Pride Kingdom was a while ago but that didn’t stop this whole season from happening. Drake Armstrong is a scary dude, so I think it won’t be long before he gets back to the top.

Rich Russillo: You’re right, but tonight is Hans’ night, and I think Hans deserves to enjoy it.

(Hans Grayson slowly rolls out of the ring. He takes a moment to rest against the apron, before finally heading towards the barricade. He allows the fans to walk up to him as he raises his World Championship one more time, finally having the opportunity to truly embrace the support of the Toronto fans now that the battle is over. After everything he went through from the very beginning of the season, it’s relieving. He’s glad to finally be free of Drake Armstrong. To finally be able to escape the prison he’s been in all year, and of course, to be able to freely enjoy the feeling of his hard work… Now that he can finally call himself World Champion.)

(EAW logo buzzes.)

(And after the introductions, the first matchcard graphic of the evening is shown off.)

(https://i.imgur.com/kffYmPC.png)

(Stephie Love stands in the ring.)

Stephie Love: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for—

Crowd: ONE FALL!

Stephie Love: And it is for the EAW WOOOOOORLD HEEEAAAAAVYWWWWEEEEEEIIIIIIIGHT CHAAAAAMPIOOOOOOONSHIIIIIIP!

(‘When Darkness Falls’ by Killswitch Engage hits. The fans boo immediately. A hostile environment greets Drake King, who is limping somewhat, but his face is filled with an uncharacteristic amount of rage. Dressed in all black, his hands, notably, are wrapped for unknown reasons.)

Stephie Love: Introducing first, the challenger! From Heaven’s Gate, he is ‘God’… EAW HALL OF FAMER… DRAAAAAAAKE KIIIIIIING!

Stew-O: One year ago, Drake King competed for the EAW World Heavyweight Championship in a triple threat match featuring Joso and then-champion Cy Henderson. Now, he enters it as the challenger again. He has to stoke through the same flames he was burned by a year ago, and tonight, he has to make sure he does not repeat the same mistakes that he did.

Jake Mercer: Yeah. He’s been pissed throughout the season, but the last few months really upped the ante–especially when he and Cy were named co-Iron Survivors that earned them their spots in this contest. Drake was able to protect it by defeating BRAE last month at Fighting Spirit, and now, here he is.

Flannery McCoy: A lot of bitterness and resentment. It pretty much reeks from him. He said that he wasn’t going to hold anything back, and Drake is a dangerous competitor. That can mean so much from him.

(He undos his coat, letting it fall without ceremony. He enters the ring, and quietly, stands by a corner.)

(His theme fades, and ‘P.O.V’ by Clipse featuring Tyler, the Creator blares out. Cy Henderson comes out, earning a loud reaction; some positive, and some not. However, he’s dressed in his usual attire, ready to go, and when his eyes land on Drake? A scowl forms.)

Stephie Love: Introducing the other challenger! From New York City, New York, he is ‘The Force of Nature’… EAW HALL OF FAMER… CYYYYY HEEEEENDEEERRSOOOON!

Stew-O: Familiar grounds for Cy, who was the champion last year and ended up walking away with the title. It’s always a hard endeavor to retain a title at Pain for Pride, but he did it. He could very well replicate the magic as the challenger here tonight.

Jake Mercer: He could! Given how motivated he is, he not only wants to beat Drake and Michael, but earn another world title to his illustrious career! And for him, he wants for this entire thing to be over with!

(Cy runs and slides in. His glare instantly meets Drake. He backs up into his corner however, showing restraint.)

(Then, ‘Apostle’s Warning’ by Mobb Deep blares. The fans cheer. Michael Machina comes out with the championship on his shoulder, and his eyes pointed at the two men who he is eager to leave behind once and for all.)

Stephie Love: And finally, the champion! From Brooklyn, New York, he is the EAW WOOOORLD HEAAAAVYWEEEIIIIGGGHT CHAMPION… ‘THE NEW LEGEND’, MIIIICHAAAEEEEEL MAAAAACHIIIIINAAAAA!!!

Stew-O: What an ovation! Michael Machina may not be from Canada, but you wouldn’t be able to tell the difference! Michael has led Dynasty for nine months as the world champion, but one thing escapes him: a win at the biggest show of them all. Can he achieve that and continue to break records, or will this be the end for him on the cusp of season 20!?

Jake Mercer: He’s made it known he doesn’t want for the ride to end. He’s driving all the way, and he wants to speed into the new season with another notch under his belt! Defeating two men who have garnered his ire also adds to everything tonight!

Flannery McCoy: A lot is on the line. A lot of hate is present. There’s so much to this match, and we’re going to see the culmination of everything shortly!

(Michael enters, and stands in the center, raising the title up high. Cy and Drake stare him down. He hands it off to the official, who shows it off one final time before setting it aside. All three men stare daggers at each other.)

(DING DING DING!)

Stew-O: HERE WE ARE, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! DYNASTY’S MAIN EVENT FOR THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP IS OFFICIALLY UNDERWAY AS DRAKE KING, CY HENDERSON AND MICHAEL MACHINA WILL FIGHT IT OUT ALL SO THAT ONE OF THEM CAN WALK OUT WITH THE TITLE! CAN DRAKE EXPEL THE DEMONS THAT HAVE HAUNTED HIM SINCE LAST YEAR? CAN CY WALK OUT WITH ANOTHER PAIN FOR PRIDE MAIN EVENT WIN UNDERNEATH HIS BELT?! OR WILL IT BE MICHAEL WHO IS ABLE TO PUT A STAMP ON ONE OF THE MOST LEGENDARY CAREERS OF THE DECADE AND FINALLY, FINALLY, GET A PAIN FOR PRIDE WIN ADDED TO HIS RESUME AHEAD OF A MONUMENTAL SEASON TWENTY AHEAD OF US!?

(The fans in Toronto are up and on their feet, cheers bellowing through the arena that it’s almost deafening. All three men stand, eyeing each other, mutual disdain cutting past the excitement and pageantry meant to signal to them that their seasons led to this moment. After all—what joy is there to be had when things have been ugly from the very moment their paths crossed?)

(This goes about accolades—and for one Drake King, he doesn’t care about how this is another main event match he’s earned. He snarls, irisies bouncing from one rival to the next; spite lacing through his veins as if it was more vital for his livelihood than the very blood rushing in his body.)

(Cy Henderson’s lips remain pursed. Tight. His hands curl into fists. He and Drake have a storied rivalry, and the past year and a half has highlighted how much they have come to despise each other. Yet, King is not the only one who has drawn his ire…)

(…And for Michael Machina? He does not give a shit.)

(Both men have become nusiances. Immature, uninspiring, bratty men who have forsaken their legendary statures and have attempted to drag him down with them. He’s fed up, annoyed, and while his body remains sore after the falling through the ropes on Dynasty, tonight, he is ready to send them both down to Hell.)

Jake Mercer: Very intense stares happening! Cy, Drake and Michael have made it clear how much they have come to despise one another, respect rendered irrelevant in all of this. All three men believe they have their own probable justifications for why they hate the other, but at this point? It’s put up or shut up time. Who’s gonna be the first to strike and get the iron scorching?(…)

Flannery McCoy: AND IT LOOKS LIKE IT’S DRAKE KING! Drake rushes in with a forearm crakcing Cy right in the nose! Michael advances with long strides, going for a punch of his own—but one-half of the Iron Survivor winners ducks it, and he rises up, catching Michael with a punch as well! Based on the reaction given by the fans too, this appears to be a surprising start! I think many were expecting Drake to be the one who gets jumped right from the onset—but he’s holding his own, and it’s looking like he’s going to set the pace from early on!

Stew-O: It appears to be the case! Cy is back up and scrambles forward, and Drake eyes him—

(…?)

Cy Henderson: (off-mic) What the fuck? H-hang on.

(Cy staggers down, collapsing to his knees. Hands shoot for his own face.)

Stew-O: Huh!?

(Michael is stalking back up, blinking rapidly, with his eyes turning red and watery. A sudden sting quickly envelopes the sensory organs.)

Michael Machina: (off-mic) Th’hell is this…?

(The referee looks at both men. The fans quiet down in utter confusion.)

Jake Mercer: Uh, what’s happening?

Flannery McCoy: I have no idea, but both Cy and Michael are in clear discomfort! Did Drake punch them that hard?

(Michael shakes his head, frustration beginning to boil over not unlike a bubbling pot of soup on the stove. When the referee closes in, he declares with a hiss:)

Michael Machina: (off-mic) This pussy put MACE on his hands!

Jake Mercer: :roman: !!

Flannery McCoy: H-HUH!? MACE!?

(Michael was familiar with the trick. After all: before he came into EAW and stunned the world with his fast ascent to the top of the competition, he was a bouncer; prior to that, getting into scraps and having to fight against the world. He’s seen fights break out by the unruly drunks who couldn’t accept they weren’t allowed into the club. Witnessed brawls where people utilized a host of weapons. Some started with him—and later came to regret it—while they fought amongst themselves, and in you have to deal with an irritable group in particular, one must do what they can to stave away all of the faces intent on bringing harm.)

(Drake, hearing him, cannot help but have a dark, snake-like smile spread across his face.)

Drake King: (off-mic) I told you two I was done with these games.

(Cy has rolled out of the ring, muttering out curses faster than an uncouth sailor with beer leaking from their tongue. He stumbles, unable to see; vision hampered by the unwitting tears that try to nullify the burn in an unuseful way.)

Stew-O: Drake King had an ace up his sleeve! All this time, he had a plan, and it WORKED! THAT’S WHY HIS HANDS ARE WRAPPED UP—THEY HAVE MACE ON THEM!

Jake Mercer: Oh man, and both Cy and Michael were none the wiser! I guess you can’t really blame them—I mean, have any of you seen an Elitist do something like that before?

Flannery McCoy: If there’s been mace, pepper spray, what-have-you, it has been implemented in the ring; not outside of it! But this goes to show you cannot put ANYTHING past Drake, and the fans are booing up a storm as Cy and Michael continue to struggle with their eyesights hampered!

Stew-O: Drake King with an unfortunately-tactical move here—and he pounces on Michael, tossing him outside of the ring through the middle ropes! Unable to have a clear line of sight, the champion tumbles out ungracefully, landing hard on his hip! He winces! Meanwhile, Cy is having to trail his hand against the top of the barricade, with fans shouting at him, hoping that his sense of hearing can help him out here! This is unfortunate for both Elitists! But for King, this is exactly what he wanted!

Jake Mercer: People can hate it, but it’s smart! And remember: triple threat means ANYTHING goes! You can hate the player, but you cannot hate the game! Drake narrows his clear sight on both of them who are blind like bats.. and I think we all know what sort of idea he has brewing in that head of his!

Flannery McCoy: He’s not wasting time, either! He runs to the other end of the ring, rebounding from the ring, and sprints forward—SUICIDE DIVE! HIS BODY CRASHES RIGHT INTO CY AND MICHAEL! BOTH MEN GO BARRELING BACK-FIRST INTO THE STIFF STRUCTURE OF THE BARRICADE AND SPRAWL OUT IN AGONY! However, Drake pops up with a maddened look striking his face! The fans boo even louder, yet he doesn’t even register them!

Stew-O: He’s said he’s been brought to his wits’ end, and that is apparent as he begins to indiscrimnately stomp the two men! Switching from Michael, then Cy, then Michael again!

Jake Mercer: Wow.

Drake King: (off-mic) I SAID I WAS TIRED! I WAS TIRED! TIRED! TIRED! TIRED OF EVERYTHING! AND YOU DARE CONTINUE TO MAKE ME OUT TO BE LIKE I’M THE ONE THAT’S CRAZY! NO! THERE’S NOTHING CRAZY ABOUT ME!! YOU’RE ALL INSANE!!!

Flannery McCoy: He’s snapped! He grabs Michael and TOSSES HIS SHOULDER INTO THE STEEL POST! THE CHAMPION IS IN A DIRE PREDICAMENT NOW, AND HE HOLDS ONTO THE LIMB AS PAIN SHOOTS THROUGHOUT IT! Now, his attention shifts over to Cy, and he latches onto him, tossing him back into the ring! He slides in, where he comes in with a heavy axe handle across the back and gets to pummeling him with punches and forearms! There is just no reason to him!

Stew-O: It’s a suffocating offense early on by the multi-time world champion, taking out his frustrations that he believes to be justified. He has been haunted by the events that transpired one year ago, with how Cy was able to escape due to Drake allowing for his own emotions to get the better of him, and now, he’s looking to harness his emotions once more—this time, to exact as much damage as he is able to procure. However, the official steps in, needing to see if Cy is able to defend himself!

Referee: (off-mic) Alright, ease off a bit, Drake! Give him time to—

Drake King: # NO!

Referee: :damn: :damn: :damn: !!

Stew-O: :whoa:

Jake Mercer: I don’t think I ever heard Drake shout at someone like that before! This is crazy!

Flannery McCoy: Well, crazy and Drake King go hand in hand nowadays! The referee looks frazzled by that, and Drake, snarling, yanks Cy up to toss him into the corner. Holding onto the top rope, he lays several boots into his stomach! Cy is doing his best to bring his arms up to defend from the blows, but it’s a difficult task for him to manage! Drake lays one more boot in before he smashes his forearm into his face! Cy slumps! King backs up, gaining some distance, and leaps in—BODY SPLASH! All of his body weight goes crashing into the Cyclone, and if Cy thought that this was going to be a minor storm, then it has quickly evolved into a typhoon! He staggers forward while Drake does not offer much space, grabbing hold of him once again! RUSSIAN LEGSWEEP TAKES HIM DOWN, and Drake floats into the cover!

(ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE—)

Stew-O: Shoulder up! At least Cy had enough wherewithal to be able to do that, but of course, he isn’t in a hurry to get up because of the pain he’s feeling. Meanwhile, Michael is on the outside flooring, only having been able to manage his way up to his knees. The champion continues to be hurt while Drake continues to maintain the violent pace of this contest!

Jake Mercer: Man. Drake is not playing around, like he said! He comes up but begins to stomp away, once again just bringing foot to the stomach. Cy flips over, looking to crawl away, but Drake, again, attacks his back with those forearms from earlier—and wait! Cy manages to shove him away! Drake backpedals! He comes charging in, LOOKING FOR THAT CURB STOMP!

Crowd: :damn: !!

Flannery McCoy: BUT CY SOMEHOW GETS AWAY! NOTHING BUT MAT FOR DRAKE, AND WHEN HE WHIRLS AROUND—

(CRACK!)

Stew-O: HE—HE’S OUT!??

(The camera pans over, and Cy is leaning over, shaky on his feet and breathing heavily. Drake is near motionless.)

(The reason for that? It happens to be in Cy’s hand—encasing his fingers with danger that glimmers underneath the bright Pain for Pride lights.)

Cy Henderson: (off-mic) Well, since you wanted to take things to his level… might as well get it out the way…

Stew-O: CY HAD HIS OWN X-FACTOR! THE BRASS KNUCKLES! HE WAS ABLE TO DRAW THEM OUT, AND NOW, HE GOES AND COVERS DRAKE! HOOK OF THE LEGS!

(ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!)

(TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO—)

Jake Mercer: WHOA! Drake kicks out! I didn’t think he had that much of his consciousness intact given how out-of-nowhere that brass-enforced punch hit him!

Flannery McCoy: There’s some surprise amongst the audience too—but given how intertwined his career has been with Cy lately, perhaps he’s developed a thicker skin against that. Doesn’t mean that he’s immune though, and Cy sits up, tossing the knuckles from his hand. He mounts King and decides to enact some measure of revenge against him by hitting him relentlessly with punches!

Cy Henderson: (off-mic) You think YOU’RE tired of all of this? Huh? You don’t know SHIT, Drake! Nothing at all! You are a conniving, annoying bastard, and you should’ve accepted the fact that it was you who fucked up your chances to win last year! You and you ALONE!

Stew-O: And we don’t often hear Cy verbalize his anger like this; just genuine ire and exhaustion at the brim, but given the circumstances, you cannot blame him! There may have been a subtle shift to Henderson’s attitude, but he has been focused on the competitive side of things for the most part throughout the season, and all he wanted was to run it back with Michael one more time. Instead, his fate has been intertwined with Drake, and he just wants to rid himself of him for good!

Jake Mercer: Hate can only bring out more hate. Cy forces Drake along and takes him up onto his shoulders. He storms towards the middle of the ring. Seems like his vision is becoming clearer seeing as how his movements are a bit smoother—but boy are his eyes red as a motherfucker!

Flannery McCoy: Cy’s pushing past the pain. He situates Drake at the top of the turnbuckle, where he’s looking loopy. Drake tries to shove him away with his foot but that gets thwarted, and Cy—

(CHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!)

Flannery McCoy: —fires off with one hell of a smack stinging his chest! :lupe: !! That was like a gunshot going off!

Stew-O: It was! Cy has him stunned, and now, he climbs up to the middle rope. Cy stops. He looks back down at the mat, seemingly calculating something… and he’s now taken it upon himself to go to the top! He wants to make this fall hurt for Drake, even if he has to take some of the force with his own body!

Jake Mercer: Hey, it’s Pain for Pride. It’s risky, especially given Cy’s current condition, but sometimes you have to go all-out and take a little bruising in order to batter your opponent. I’m sure Cy wants to impart some damage psychologically too given Drake’s, uh.. I guess delicate constitution?

Flannery McCoy: :francis: Don’t try to give that man your pity now!

Jake Mercer: Hey, I’m not! And if anything, Drake’s emotions have served to do some bit of backfiring against him. Cy takes hold of his tights, looking for a superplex…!

Stew-O: AND HE IS MET WITH MICHAEL MACHINA, WHO HAS RETURNED AND TAKES HOLD OF HIM! JUST AS CY LIFTS DRAKE INTO THE AIR, MACHINA SENDS HIM DOWN—

(CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH!!!)

Stew-O: WITH A POWERBOMB! OH MY GOD!

(And the fans explode, jumping up and down at the incredible feat. Drake arguably takes the worst of it as he was completely defenseless, whereas Cy landed hard on his spine. He cries out in agony, cursing and slamming the mat with his fist.)

(Michael, slumped in the corner on his rear, gathers himself. He tests out his shoulder, wincing slightly. However, he had popped it back into place earlier before speeding back into the ring, fighting through the sting of his eyes in order to catch both opponents off guard.)

(Part of the build-up had been fixated on Cy and Drake. The obvious history. It’s like a red center of a target; almost inevitable that so many people would be fixated on them…)

(… but the champion is intent on dominating the narrative again: and those who wish to get lost in the words of others will be doomed to be written off by his personal ink.)

Stew-O: What a statement by the defending champion! Michael uses the ropes to bring himself back to the standing base, and after collecting himself, he is ready to go! The question is: who does he go after first?

(…)

(…)

Jake Mercer: … and it seems like he has decided to target Cy Henderson! They’ve had some hefty words for each other; mutual respect devolving in the wake of budding tension, and Michael said that he was gonna ensure that he doesn’t forget that they have their history, too! The champion, who has had the honorific bestowed onto him ever since he defeated him for the world heavyweight championship back at House of Glass, takes him up, and THROWS HIM DOWN! Scoop slam sends a rattle to reverberate all throughout the ring! And with how Cy’s back has had to deal with some damage in this match thus far, that has to worsen the pang he’s been feeling!

Flannery McCoy: No doubt about it; there’s no way for that to be alleviated at this stage, either. Add on to that the mileage overall on his body, and while Cy has proven he is as tough as they come, there’s only so much he can be able to withstand before that all compounds and mounts against him. Michael is making that known as he pulls him up and crashes him down with the suplex! Cy’s back lifts from the canvas! His eyes shut tight, lips pursed into a thin line of discomfort! However, Michael is not done, and he hoists him up, this time setting him up for an unmistakable German Suplex, completing the trifecta!

Jake Mercer: Yeesh! This sequence as of late seems to be a favorite of his, and for good reason. Simple, but devastating. Hell, that can probably describe Michael Machina as a whole, and that’s why he’s been able to not only succeed but also have a lot of people riding for him since day one.

Stew-O: Absolutely. A New Yorker, just like Cy, but you see the sea of Michael Machina merch amongst the Torontonians here and his fans have come from all over to see him tonight—especially when, through all of the things he’s accomplished, he has yet to win at Pain for Pride!

Flannery McCoy: It is a surprising fact to bring up—but with the way he’s moving, he could be well on his way to securing that win! He now turns his attention over to Drake, who has only been able to roll onto his side after barreling down from that superplex. Michael raises him up—AND DOWN WITH THE GERMAN! That’s the second one!

Stew-O: Michael doesn’t waste time! He drags him up and SENDS HIM DOWN ONCE MORE! That’s three total for this match!

Jake Mercer: And he’s on fire! Drake can barely see where he’s at, but he’s in for a ride as Michael hoists him one more time… THIS TIME DRIVING HIM DOWN WITH A GOURDBUSTER! :yikes: !!

Stew-O: Drake slowly slinks down to the mat, nose already gushing with blood! Parts of his face hit the mat, and Michael doesn’t even bother covering. He rolls him over by Cy, who’s barely moving! Michael heaves, and strides toward the opposite corner…

Jake Mercer: Uh oh…

Flannery McCoy: The fans stand, watching on… AND THEY LOSE IT AS MICHAEL CROUCHES DOWN, GETTING THE ADRENALINE TO COURSE THROUGH HIM AS HIS GAZE NARROWS ON THE TWO ELITISTS IN FRONT!

Michael Machina: (off-mic) GET UP! GET THE HELL UP, SINCE YOU TWO WANNA DRAG THIS WHOLE SHIT DOWN TOGETHER!

(Cy and Drake struggle. Both men are hurt. But… oddly enough, they unintentionally hold onto the other, respective weight shifting into one another as they rise.)

Stew-O: OH MY! CY AND DRAKE ARE UP, AND MICHAEL COMES RAMPAGING THROUGH! ‘BULLET FROM HELL’ CUTS BOTH OF THEM IN HALF AT THE SAME TIME!

Jake Mercer: BANG! TWO-FOR-ONE DEAL! CY AND DRAKE ARE LEVELLED, AND MICHAEL—WAIT! HE’S STACKING THE TWO OF THEM!?

Flannery McCoy: HE IS! COVER ON BOTH MEN AT THE SAME TIME, AND THE REFEREE HONORS IT!

(OOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!)

(TWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!)

(THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!)

(And the fans gasp.)

Stew-O: MY GOD!

(Both Cy and Drake’s arms lift from the canvas, stopping the count.)

Jake Mercer: Damn. I thought we were gonna get some yaoi shit with them holding their hands together to do that.

Flannery McCoy: :dababy:

Jake Mercer: …what!? It’s June!

Stew-O: Please stop. Focus on the match in an appropriate manner.

Jake Mercer: :noah: Alright, alright! He didn’t get the win but he has both of them in a troubling predicament—WHOA???

(Drake and Cy both yell out as their raised arms are grabbed and trapped.)

Stew-O: Hang on! Michael traps their arms together between his legs as he fixes them in place—FOR A CROSSFACE! CROSSFACE APPLIED TO THEM AT THE SAME TIME!!

Flannery McCoy: And both Cy and Drake are panicking! The fans are stunned but going crazy at the same time, with some even chanting for them to tap out! Drake’s nails are digging into the ma while Cy is trying to reach out for the ropes instinctively, pain likely making him forget that, aside from not being close enough, there are no rope breaks!

Stew-O: And Michael seems intent on breaking them right here! If they don’t tap, then he’s going to try and make them pass out!

Jake Mercer: Yeah—still, it’s a bit awkward, too! Michael doesn’t have the best grip! But he’s going his best, even looking to adjust the positioning of his hands—until Drake takes it upon himself to CLAW HIS NAILS INTO HIS SHOULDER!

Flannery McCoy: OH! And that’s the shoulder that was hurt earlier, too!

Jake Mercer: You’re, you’re right! It IS! Michael lets go, and he immediately favors that joint! Drake gasps for air; meanwhile, Cy is trying to gain some distance!

Stew-O: What a way for that submission to get broken up! Michael staggers to his feet, and Drake looks to do the same thing! Michael hobbles over, BUT IS HIT WITH A ROUNDHOUSE KICK! Michael stumbles—AND CY IS UP RIGHT BEHIND HIM! HE SENDS HIM UP AND DOWN WITH THE SPIN-OUT POWERBOMB! THE CHAMPION IS LAID OUT!

(Michael rolls away, hurting once more in his shoulder. Drake brushes off the blood from his nose, whereas Cy regains his balance after nearly falling. Then, both of their eyes land on each other.)

(Hate comes to the surface once more.)

Stew-O: Well, it was only a matter of time! Cy! Drake! The two men glare at one another, and THEY CHARGE!

Jake Mercer: Drake with a punch—and Cy ducks under while taking a grasp of the wrap on his hand!

(RIP!)

Flannery McCoy: Cy manages to undo the left one! Drake is in shock!

Drake King: (off-mic) NO!

Stew-O: Drake tries to punch with the right—

(RIP!)

Stew-O: And that one is also forcibly removed! Drake is stunned! Cy manages to catch him off guard, and knees him in the gut before taking the mace-soaked cloth and WRAPPING IT AROUND HIS EYES! OH MY!

Jake Mercer: :damn: !!

Flannery McCoy: AND DRAKE IS SCREAMING! THAT’S HOW YOU KNOW THE MACE STILL IS STRONG! HE’S FLAILING AROUND, TRYING TO PRY THE FABRIC FROM HIMSELF, BUT CY ISN’T BUDGING ONE BIT! THE FANS ARE LOVING IT! DRAKE IS GETTING A TASTE, OR BURN, OF HIS OWN MEDICINE!

Stew-O: Cy finally lets go, and Drake immediately scrambles out of the ring! Bloodied and blind, he is absolutely beside himself! He shrieks as he nearly tumbles into the barricade but manages to stop!

(And of course, his first instinct is to reach in; to grab a drink which he is able to find.)

Fan: Hey!

Jake Mercer: He just snatches a bottle from an audience member in the front row! He dips his head back, allowing for what appears to be milk to wash over his eyes! Damn, is he lucky!

(The burn still bothers him, but the sting lessens. It doesn’t, however, mitigate the irritation from within, and Drake is trembling with rage.)

Drake King: (off-mic) … that insolent man. I am going to—

Fan: (off-mic) Insolent?! You one to talk! Give me back my baby’s fucking bottle!

Drake King: :jr:

(Drake blinks several times. When his vision clears, he looks at the woman, donning her retro Cy Henderson merch jersey, who is holding her infant child. Her eyes meet Drake with their own measure of fury.)

(Drake blinks again. Looks down. It is, in fact, a baby’s bottle.)

(…)

(…)

Drake King: (off-mic) Okay. This is for the child.

Fan: (off-mic) Yes, jackass.

Drake King: (off-mic) Formula?

Fan: (off-mic) Formula? In this economy?

Fan: https://tenor.com/dea9XTU5eRQ.gif

(Another blink. A nod. Silent acceptance.)

Jake Mercer: wowie.

(Drake calmly returns the baby bottle to her.)

Drake King: (off-mic) I see. Well, nothing wrong with that.

Fan: (off-mic) Mhm.

Drake King: (off-mic) Motherhood is a joy and a blessing, and I am of the belief that mothers help everyone in their own unique way.

Fan: (off-mic) In their own unique way, huh…?

Drake King: (off-mic) Yes.

(Drake nods. He looks like he’s about to blow—until the fan hands the baby off to a friend.)

Fan: (off-mic) Then let me help you out then in my ‘own unique way’, you psychotic, delusional, lying, scheming, fucking jackass.

(She lifts up the undershirt and nursing bra—)

Stew-O: ???

Jake Mercer: AND THE FANS ARE HOWLING OUT IN LAUGHTER AS DRAKE KING GETS BLASTED WITH BREAST MILK TO THE FACE! HE BACKPEDALS AND SHRIEKS SOME MORE!

Flannery McCoy: I—

(The commentary team are in disbelief after that. Drake, panicking, retreats to the ring, where Cy Henderson can only take a look at the fan from that vantage point—)

Cy Henderson: :notbad:

(And acknowledges her with a nod. The fan points at him, and the others around her cheer, hoot, holler and cackle.)

Stew-O: Well. In all my years signed here in EAW, I have never, in my career, seen a fan utilize their own breast milk as a weapon against a talent. I am in utter disbelief.

Jake Mercer: …

Flannery McCoy: … ‘utter’ disbelief, huh?

Stew-O: That—

(The commentary team then burst out laughing. Like, on-the-verge-of-tears laughing. They quickly compose themselves, especially in time as the fans roar once Cy has him up, trying to undo his own bemused expression in the process.)

Stew-O: Ahahahaha! A-and Cy Henderson has Drake up, before he SENDS HIM DOWN WITH THE MICHINOKU DRIVER! WAIT—’PHANTOM DEATH’!! HE HITS IT!! HE HITS IT!!

(That definitely gets their attention back to full center.)

Jake Mercer: OH, SHIT! You’re right! It connects, and Drake is all laid out!

(Drake stares up at the ceiling.)

(He hears the laughs from the fans.)

(He hears his heart thumping hard, but slow.)

(And he can hear remnants from last year’s match—wood splintering, gasps rising, and Cy Henderson, from all the way at the top, looking at his bloodied visage…)

(Cy Henderson…)

(…)

Cy Henderson: (off-mic) Look at you.

(Drake’s irises tremble, shifting slowly towards Cy who stands above him.)

Cy Henderson: (off-mic) This is what happens when you fill your own head up with all sorts of bullshit. Do you see how these people don’t take you seriously, Drake? How you had to rely on a cowardly pre-match measure to even get me and Michael thrown off our game in the slightest bit?

(His teeth grit together. By then, Drake can no longer hear anyone, or anything, else but the man he so despises.)

Cy Henderson: (off-mic) Once, you were respected. People always said your ego was your own enemy, but this season? Wow. You really outdid yourself. All because you couldn’t be a damn man, own up to your mistake, and now, you want to think there’s this grand conspiracy… against you?

(Cy shakes his head, disgust tightening his face. Reaching over, he latches on to a thick, painful clump of Drake’s hair.)

Cy Henderson: (off-mic) You did this to yourself. All of it.

(He forces him up.)

Cy Henderson: (off-mic) And you have ruined everything. Your career. Your reputation. Your chances of winning this match. EVERYTHING, Drake.

(…)

(He does not say anything.)

(Cy scoffs.)

Cy Henderson: (off-mic) If only you learned to shut up a lot sooner.

(And with that, Cy does not waste any further time.)

Stew-O: ‘RISING TIDE’! THE BURNING HAMMER SPIRALS DRAKE KING DOWN, AND CY CRAWLS OVER, HOOKING THE LEG!

(OOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!)

(…)

(TWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOO!)

(…)

(THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!)

(…)

(…)

(CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH!)

Stew-O: OH MY GOD! MOONSAULT FROM THE TOP FROM MICHAEL MACHINA BREAKS THE PIN UP!

(The fans are shocked, but in a pleasant manner. Many of them are up on their feet, roaring in approval for the death-defying maneuver from Michael Machina. The champion holds onto his stomach, whereas Cy, his back once again the recipient of brutality, rolls away and flails around against the mat.)

Cy Henderson: (off-mic) DAMN IT!

Stew-O: THE CHAMPION HAS BROUGHT HIMSELF BACK INTO THIS CONTEST JUST WHEN WE THOUGHT THE ENDING WAS NEAR! CY’S SPINE HAS TO BE DUST AT THIS RATE! MEANWHILE, DRAKE ISN’T MOVING! NONE AT ALL!

Jake Mercer: It was an impressive thing for him to pull off! He saw his chance, quietly recovering and mapping out the situation! Michael didn’t want anyone to forget about him, but he made staying in the background worth it!

(And Cy is enraged. He tries getting up, spotting Michael who is working back up to his two feet.)

Cy Henderson: You BASTARD! I WAS GOING TO WIN!

(Michael… cocks his head to the side. Then, a snort; humorless and curt.)

Michael Machina: (off-mic) Damn. You’re sounding a lot like him now.

(A brief gesture toward Drake—and the comparison livens Cy’s blood up with heat.)

Cy Henderson: (off-mic) I’m NOTHING like that fucker!

Stew-O: Cy wobbles up, but Michael is right there and CUTS HIM IN HALF! ‘BULLET FROM HELL’!

Jake Mercer: Another spear by the champion, and it could bring him towards the pathway of not only retaining here tonight, but securing his first Pain for Pride win!

Flannery McCoy: Michael covers! The referee slides down, counting! Will this be it!?

(OOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!)

(…)

(TWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOO!)

(…)

(THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!)

(…)

(…)

Stew-O: NO! NO! KICKOUT BY CY HENDERSON!

Jake Mercer: WOW! WHAT!? HOW WAS HE ABLE TO GET OUT OF THAT!? MICHAEL HAD HIM DEAD TO RIGHTS AND DIDN’T WASTE TIME!

Flannery McCoy: I don’t know! Personal ambitions and stakes, I suppose! But whatever it is that is heightening his willpower, it’s working, because this match is STILL on—and that means that Michael’s win is still some ways away!

(The champion sits up and sighs. It’s hard for him not be frustrated when he had it perfectly executed. He knows Cy is tought—that goes without saying—but after everything, he was close. So close. It just wasn’t enough.)

(Still, Michael knows better than to lose his cool, and throughout the match, he has seen for himself how both Cy and Drake’s tempers have gotten in their own way. To devolve his composure in a similar fashion would only lead him to a fate he does not wish to repeat. So, he gathers himself, regains an even measure of breathing, and stands. Once again, he checks his shoulder.)

(After confirming his body can continue, Michael takes charge as the champion.)

Stew-O: Michael had a bit of disappointment, but he’s able to reformat and get his head back in the game. He takes Cy, and TOSSES HIM IN BETWEEN THE ROPES INTO THE STEEL POST! CY HANGS OFF AWKWARDLY, AND NOW HIS SHOULDER MIGHT BE COMPROMISED IN THIS!

Jake Mercer: :lupe: !! This match is getting ugly quickly! Cy slinks out to the outside flooring, whereas Michael has his attention now turned to the seemingly blank-faced Drake King! He hasn’t moved a single inch, and this time, that is without any exaggeration!

Stew-O: Michael takes a brief pause, almost as if he’s unsure if this is becauseDrake is in genuine pain, or if this is some sort of act. However, he cannot afford to let appearances to fool him; not at this stage, and not when the World Heavyweight Championship is at stake.

Flannery McCoy: Yeah. He doesn’t seem intent on wasting any more time. No haste or fear as he approaches Drake, and leads him up—

(CRACK!)

Stew-O: DRAKE KING JUST SLAPPED MICHAEL MACHINA ACROSS THE FACE!

(Michael’s head snaps to the side. The sound echoes throughout the arena, drawing a collective gasp from the audience. Drake does not follow up immediately. He simply stares at Michael through the tangled strands of hair hanging over his eyes.)

Flannery McCoy: That wasn’t even an attempt at a wrestling move. Drake just slapped him!

Jake Mercer: And look at Michael! He looks more insulted than hurt!

(Michael slowly turns his head back toward Drake. His jaw tightens. Drake’s lips twitch faintly—not enough to form a smile, but enough to make clear that the strike achieved precisely what he wanted.)

Michael Machina: (off-mic) You want an actual fight now, you stupid fuck?

(Drake does not answer.)

(Michael steps forward—)

Stew-O: DRAKE WITH ANOTHER SLAP!

(CRACK!)

Flannery McCoy: AND ANOTHER!

(CRACK!)

Jake Mercer: MICHAEL TRIES TO GRAB HIM, BUT DRAKE DUCKS UNDERNEATH—AND HE DRIVES HIS SHOULDER INTO MICHAEL’S INJURED ARM!

Stew-O: The champion recoils, clutching his shoulder! Drake finally springs into motion, rushing Michael into the ropes and hammering him with repeated forearms! Blow after blow, all concentrated on that ONE singular spot that he was able to exploit for his benefit!

Flannery McCoy: Michael is trying to cover up, but Drake is attacking from every possible angle! The ribs! The jaw! That damaged shoulder!

Jake Mercer: HE’S NOT EVEN AIMING ANYMORE! HE’S JUST HITTING WHATEVER HE CAN REACH!

Stew-O: Michael manages to shove him away with the good arm! Drake stumbles backward, nearly falling, but throws himself forward again before he has fully regained his footing—AND MICHAEL CATCHES HIM! HE POWERS HIM OVERHEAD WITH THE BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX, AND DRAKE ROLLS TOWARD THE CORNER!

Flannery McCoy: That should create some separation! Michael needed that badly!

(Michael remains on one knee, grimacing as he rotates his aching shoulder. Across from him, Drake uses the turnbuckles to drag himself upright. His legs tremble beneath him. His breathing has become ragged, yet his gaze remains fixed entirely upon the champion.)

(There is no calculation behind it now. Only resentment.)

Jake Mercer: Drake is back up already!

Stew-O: MICHAEL CHARGES FOR THE CORNER—BUT DRAKE MOVES! MICHAEL COLLIDES SHOULDER-FIRST WITH THE TURNBUCKLE!

(CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!)

Crowd: :damn: :damn: :damn: !!!

Jake Mercer: GOODNESS! MICHAEL STAGGERS BACKWARDS, BUT DRAKE IS RIGHT THERE, GRABBING THE BACK OF HIS HEAD—

(THUD!)

Jake Mercer: AND HE’S SLAMMING HIS FACE INTO THE PADDING!

(THUD!)

(THUD!)

(THUD!)

(THUD!)

(THUD!)

(Michael sinks down against the corner, one knee touching the canvas. Drake steps backward. His hands shake beside him, fingers curling and uncurling as he stares at Michael’s lowered head.)

Flannery McCoy: Jeez. Nothing was pretty about that. Michael is weak; more than likely seeing some stars and feeling a buzz in his head after that onslaught. Yet, Drake is not satisfied. Dangerous intent crosses through his darkened eyes as he steps back, getting ready to dash forward!

Stew-O: Drake runs in—BICYCLE KNEE TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD! MICHAEL’S HEAD GETS CRUSHED IN BETWEEN IT AND THE PADDING! Drake loops his arm around the champion as he rolls them backwards, and LIFTS HIM UP FOR A BRIDGING GERMAN SUPLEX! However, he does NOT maintain the pin! He gets back up, and backpedals into the corner, eyeing Michael down like a hawk ready to sink its talons into meat!

Jake Mercer: He smells blood, and through the coopery haze, some gold! Michael is weak! He gets to his hands and knees, unable to stand up entirely!

Flannery McCoy: The fans boo, but Drake is ready! He closes in, and leaps up! CURB STOMP! ‘JUDGMENT DAY’!!

(The fans are at a loss for words by then.)

(There’s no more mockery or scorn from them.)

(Not when Drake props Michael up one more time.)

Stew-O: Wait… is he—he’s going for another one!?

Jake Mercer: No way.

Flannery McCoy: He is! Michael slumps back down, but his head lifts—if not out of spite or instinct! But Drake eyes him down with that blank stare!

(Drake doesn’t say anything. He simply shakes his head and charges back in.)

Stew-O: TWO! TWO! BACK-TO-BACK ‘JUDGMENT DAY’S!!! MICHAEL IS LAID OUT! AND DRAKE…

(…)

Jake Mercer: … Drake doesn’t even turn him properly. He just used his feet to kick him onto his back before dropping down. The leg is hooked!

(OOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!)

(…)

(TWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOO!)

(…)

(THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!)

(…)

(…)

(…)

Stew-O: DRAKE KING! DRAKE KING!

(CRAAAAAACK!)

Jake Mercer: ## GETS BLASTED WITH A STEEL CHAIR TO THE BACK, COURTESY OF CY HENDERSON!

(Cy breathes heavily, tossing the chair which is bent down to the mat. Drake rolls over, hands clenched into fists while pain courses all throughout. Michael, meanwhile, can only afford to loll his head in the moment, unconsciousness dancing along the front of his mind.)

Stew-O: And what a way for Cy Henderson to return! His left arm is slack, but he was able to use that chair to break up the pin! Now, he rolls back outside, completely zoned in! He looks underneath the apron skirt—

(And a table is pulled.)

Jake Mercer: :damn: !! Just like last year! He’s intent on not only winning, but making sure Drake King gets the memo clear that his ghosts will always haunt him—and Michael Machina will, unfortunately, be a casualty of war here!

Flannery McCoy: All it takes is one move, and one mistake, which is what set off this whole thing in the first place! Memories still fresh, wounds still unhealed, Cy is looking to pry everything open once more in order to win!

Stew-O: Cy Henderson slides that table into the ring, and he follows it back inside! That damaged left arm is hanging nearly uselessly at his side, but somehow, someway, he is still forcing those legs open!

Jake Mercer: He’s setting it up near the corner! Cy is fighting through every ounce of pain in that shoulder because he has something catastrophic in mind for Drake King!

Flannery McCoy: Drake is still down, and Cy is grabbing him by the hair! He forces Drake onto his knees before driving one knee into the stomach!

Stew-O: A second knee connects! AND A THIRD! Drake is folded over, struggling to breathe, and Cy Henderson is looking directly at that table! He takes him over to the corner and sets him up at the top! I think we all know where this is headed!

Jake Mercer: We sure do, along with the fans! An awfully-familiar sight, as Cy and Drake are at the top—but this time, in the same mirror as last year! Cy begins to shift, and…

Jake Mercer: …oh shit.

Flannery McCoy: :lupe: !!

Stew-O: At the top! He’s looking for the ‘Rising Tide,’ and if he can hit the Burning Hammer through the table, this might be the end of everything for Drake King AND Michael Machina! The world heavyweight title will leave Pain for Pride with Cy Henderson once more!

Jake Mercer: I don’t know how he’s even able to bring Drake up with that weight pressing down on his shoulder, but he’s doing it! The fans rise! Cameras are flashing, and Drake King’s downfall is imminent!

(…)

(Cy yells.)

Stew-O: DRAKE KING IS BITING HIS FOREHEAD!

(Blood quickly seeps out from the flesh, shocking everyone.)

Jake Mercer: DAMN! All that blood, and Drake isn’t done! He digs his nails in, further intensifying everything! Just buried deep into that open cut!

Flannery McCoy: Cy is dazed! Drake quickly slinks off of his shoulders, switching over to the front of Cy! Cy tries to punch him as blood soaks his eyes, but Drake CRACKS him with a headbutt!

Stew-O: Another headbutt lands!

Jake Mercer: Jesus! ANOTHER ONE AS WELL!

Flannery McCoy: And Cy… he’s weakened! His arms have fallen to his sides, and Drake King is screaming directly into his face!

(Bloodied hands, gripping his face, and Drake lets one year’s worth of rage rush out of his lungs.)

Drake King: # (off-mic) THAT TITLE WAS ALWAYS MINE!!!

Crowd: :damn: :damn: :damn:

Jake Mercer: DRAKE HOOKS BOTH OF CY’S ARMS!

Flannery McCoy: NO! HE’S SETTING UP FOR THAT PEDIGREE FROM THE TOP ROPE! CY IS TRYING TO PULL FREE, BUT DRAKE HAS BOTH ARMS SECURED! THERE IS NOWHERE FOR CY HENDERSON TO GO!

Jake Mercer: HE’S TRAPPED! DRAKE LEAPS—

(CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSHHHH!)

Stew-O: ## ‘ASCENSION’!!!

(Cy lays within the broken heap of wood.)

(More of the fans are stunned into silence.)

(Drake’s chest rises and falls rapidly. His energy is waning. He rolls away from the carnage and towards the corner. Everything is brought back to the surface—but this time, those past images are replaced with the present ones that see Cy replacing him.)

(For the first time in the match, he smiles.)

(A sick, twisted curl of the lips brings forth an unsettling smile from Drake King.)

Stew-O: THIS IS UNBELIEVABLE! CY IS DOWN! MICHAEL IS STILL DOWN AS WELL!

(Michael stirs. Hands and knees. Crawling.)

(His shoulder aches. His body trembles. Drake sees this.)

(Cy stirs somewhat onto his side—but it’s clear he is unable to get up. Not anymore.)

Stew-O: Drake’s eyes have a dark look to them! The Messiah internalizes everything, and it seems he has one last punishment to dish out to both man!

(That, he does.)

(With one final scream, he runs in—)

Jake Mercer: HE LEAPS UP AND SENDS MICHAEL’S FACE DOWN FOR THE THIRD TIME WITH ‘JUDGMENT DAY’!!

(And his momentum carries forward, as he brings himself towards Cy—)

Flannery McCoy: — # ‘BOOK OF DRISTANITY’!!!

Stew-O: DRAKE KING JUST TOOK THE BOTH OF THEM OUT!! HE NEARLY TUMBLES OVER, BUT HE ELECTS TO DRAG CY AWAY FROM THE DEBRIS AND COVERS HIM!

(OOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEE!)

(TWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!)

(THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!)

(DING! DING! DING!)

(‘When Darkness Falls’ by Killswitch Engage blares out. The fans immediately boo, shock no longer paralyzing them. Disgust, anger and the like fill their beings, unable to accept who the final bell favors.)

(But reality has struck. Years without a world championship does not haunt him any longer.)

(Drake King, once more, gets to stand on top of the world with gold in his possession.)

Stephie Love: Here is your winner… AAAAAAANNNNND NEEEEEEWWWW EAW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION… DRAAAAAAAAAKE KIIIIIIIIIIIING!

(The boos turn hostile upon Stephie Love’s final confirmation.)

Stew-O: He did it! Even with the doubts, even with the hate, Drake King was able to undo what has tortured him for a year! While arguments can be made about whether or not his behavior was even justified, Drake said he wanted to correct the embarrassment he was subjected to, and he did. We’ve seen a new side to him, and it paid off.

Jake Mercer: Wow. Just speechless. Drake was the most violent, angry and cutthroat he’s ever been. Michael and Cy weren’t lambs awaiting their slaughter, however. Cy brought the fight, as he always does, and Michael made sure that he was still the centerpiece. The champion took both men to task. Cy mirrored everyone’s energy. It just wasn’t enough for either of them, and tonight, Drake King is a world heavyweight champion once more for Dynasty!

Flannery McCoy: He is. He’ll be entering SZN 20 at the top of the world–and we heard it from him: it’s where he was meant to be. Congratulations to Drake King.

(When Drake is extended the championship, he snatches it away. He rolls out of the ring, where fans boo and even begin to try and pelt him with garbage. The blood is caked on his face, mingling with sweat.)

(He walks up to the stage. Pyro and confetti explode.)

(…)

(He does not celebrate.)

(With the championship in his hands, he looks at the ring one last time. Cy remains out; Michael holds his arm, groaning. Both men are battered.)

(Drake’s adrenaline leaves him.)

(He collapses to his knees. Head bows. And while the world reacts with so much force it feels as if the arena may crumble, Drake finds himself on stable ground once again. That is the closing shot, before Pain for Pride fades to commercials.)

(A commercial plays for UberEats, featuring Milli Banks using Bronson Daniels’ abs as a plate to eat her wings.)

(The graphic for the next match is shown.)

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Gina Romano: The following contest is scheduled for…

Crowd: ONE FALL!!!

Gina Romano: And that one fall will count…

Crowd: ANYWHERE!!!

( “Pins & Needles” by Birthday Massacre hits to boos from the crowd.)

Gina Romano: Introducing first from Bucharest, Romania, she is the “Pretty Little Devil” CIRRRRRRRRRRRRCEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

(Circe makes her way out to the stage wearing a doll face mask which she slowly removes to show elaborate looking devil makeup on her face. The crowd boos heavily as Circe poses on stage waiting for her partner’s arrival.)

Gavin Kirkland: CIRCE <3 <3 <3

Deadprez: She will murder you Gavin.

Gavin Kirkland: I think she’s even badder than Minerva personally.

Deadprez: Minerva will also murder you Gavin.

( “Ay Dieguito” by Calle 24 hits to even louder boos from the crowd. )

Gina Romano: And her partner from Arlington, Texas he is the “Hardest Ese Ever”… DIEGO MONTANAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

(Diego Montana makes his way out to the ramp as he approaches Circe with a look of lust in his eyes. Diego gets down on one knee as Circe extends a hand out for him to hold and he plants a respectful kiss down on her hand.)

Sienna Swann: I need a man to treat me the way Daddy Diego does Circe sweetie. A real man!

Gavin Kirkland: I got you!

(Gavin Kirkland attempts to take Sienna’s hand but she quickly pulls it away from him.)

Sienna Swann: Ew.

Deadprez: Circe is a relative newcomer here in EAW but she obviously comes from one of the most prestigious pedigrees any EAW Elitist could come from. She is the sister of the new EAW Universal Women’s Champion and you have to imagine that the family would like to add another win to their Pain for Pride record this year.

(“I Was Made for Lovin’ You” by KISS hits to cheers from the crowd.)

Gina Romano: And their opponents… first from Kansas City, Missouri she is “The Girl Next Door” CYNTHIAAAAAAAAA VALICEEEEEEEEEE!!!

(Cynthia Valice rushes out onto the stage hyping up the crowd as she steps out into Pain for Pride looking emotional to be here. She waits on the ramp for the arrival of her tag team partner.)

( ‘Kendrick, Clae & Cole’ by Marqus Clae hits to cheers from the crowd!!! )

Gina Romano: And her partner from Detroit, Michigan… THIS… IS…. NICK!!!!!!!!!

(NICK struts out onto stage looking Cynthia Valice in the eyes. They pound fists before walking down the ramp with a purpose making a beeline for the ring.)

Deadprez: Big night tonight for all of these competitors as they all make their Pain for Pride debuts in this Falls Count Anywhere. A very dangerous environment to be making your Pain for Pride debut but it is also a good opportunity for them to make a big impact.

Gavin Kirkland: I still think that Cynthia should have chosen me as her partner instead of NICK.

Sienna Swann: But Gavin sweetie… you can’t wrestle… NICK can wrestle… very well actually.

Gavin Kirkland: You have a point… but still…

Deadprez: NICK has had excessive beef with Diego and the same can be said for Circe and Cynthia. This thing has hit a boiling point in recent weeks and it was decided that it was really in the best interest of everyone to just throw all of these people into a Falls Count Anywhere match and let them murder each other.

Gavin Kirkland: That’s how we do in EAW.

Sienna Swann: How barbaric…

Deadprez: This thing all started when Circe decided to make Cynthia Valice the target of her sadistic torture and torment for months… I still don’t know why she did it. Just like I don’t know what Diego sees in her.

Gavin Kirkland: I mean… she’s kinda fine…

Sienna Swann: Is that all that matters Gavin?

Gavin Kirkland: I mean… yes…

Deadprez: I disagree. Passion and determination for the business is what is really important! I think that we will see that in this match tonight. NICK and Cynthia are fully focused on their careers and making an impact and their hard work will not be stopped by these weirdos like Circe and Diego who really just need to get a room.

Sienna Swann: Dead… you’ve worked with Gavin for how many years… you should really be more used to open displays of affection by now sweetie…

Deadprez: … I will never get used to it… especially from Gavin.

Gavin Kirkland: Nah don’t listen to him Sienna. Dead is becoming more and more like me every night!

Deadprez: :whoa: !

(DING! DING! DING!)

Deadprez: We are underway and the action is about to begin!-

Gavin Kirkland: Wait it looks like Diego Montana has a microphone! Let’s all be quiet and listen to him speak!

Sienna Swann: I see we are not going to be getting to the wrestling anytime soon…

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Diego Montana: Callate pendejos! I have something to say!

Crowd: # BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Deadprez: Cynthia Valice and NICK look very annoyed as they grab steel chairs from outside the ring and slide back in looking to throw down.

Diego Montana: Woah hold up. Is this really the way you want to play this cabrones? This is Falls Count Anywhere but the way I see it amigos this doesn’t have to go down this way. You see Falls Count ANYWHERE includes inside the ring. So let’s have a nice clean contest inside the ring worthy of Pain for Pride. Let’s shake on it and then get to the rest holds. We all promise that we won’t leave the ring at all tonight right?

(Diego Montana extends his hand towards Cynthia Valice and NICK-)

(CLANG!)

Gavin Kirkland: Oh no! Diego’s attempt to make a deal didn’t work! Cynthia and NICK swung the chairs at the same time and took him out with a Conchairto!

Sienna Swann: Circe looks appalled as she charges in with a Superkick knocking the chair out of Cynthia Valice’s hands. NICK comes at her from behind with the chair however and hits Circe across the back!

(CLANG!)

Deadprez: Circe goes down as well as Cynthia Valice gets back up as she and NICK have obtained an early advantage here. Cynthia goes for her chair but Circe reaches back on the ground and grabs it first! Cynthia grabs the other side and they are both trying to yank the chair away from each other.

Gavin Kirkland: But NICK swings the chair in hitting Circe in the back of the head!

(CLANG!)

Sienna Swann: Cynthia Valice gets the chair as she takes position over Diego Montana while NICK takes position over Circe! These two are going to town!

(CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!)

Deadprez: The crowd is loving every minute of it as Diego and Circe get what they deserve from Cynthia and NICK! Cynthia is taking out months of rage and frustration caused by Circe’s torment out on her tonight at Pain for Pride! This match might not last long at this rate. Diego might even get his wish of this match never leaving the ring if they can put them away quickly.

Gavin Kirkland: Cynthia slides into a cover on Circe!

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

Referee: TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

Referee: THRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEE-

Sienna Swann: No! A kickout! Looks like it is going to take more than a steel chair to end this match. I think the fans are lowkey happy about this as their bloodlust has not nearly been sated here tonight.

Crowd: WE WANT TABLES! :clap: :clap: :clap: WE WANT TABLES! :clap: :clap: :clap:

Deadprez: Ask and you shall receive! NICK is sliding out of the ring now and looking for a table under the ring!

(NICK finds a glass table under the ring and pulls it out and slides it into the ring.)

Gavin Kirkland: Wait! Circe just kicked Cynthia into NICK on the apron as he was getting back into the ring! NICK falls out of the ring!!

Sienna Swann: Cynthia Valice rushes in and nails Circe across the skull with the steel chair. Cynthia then turns to the corner and props the glass table up against the turnbuckle!-

Deadprez: But wait Diego Montana just kicked her from behind with a Running Dropkick sending Cynthia right into the glass table!!!-

Gavin Kirkland: No! Cynthia managed to stop herself before going through the glass table! She turns around and rushes Diego with the steel chair!-

Sienna Swann: But this time Diego is smart enough to duck it! Cynthia misses wildly with the steel chair and drops it as Circe grabs her by the hair from behind and ragdolls her in between the ropes! Circe hooks the neck of Cynthia propping her up between the middle ropes and then dropping her down hard with a devastating Elevated DDT! Circe to the cover!

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!

Referee: TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

Deadprez: But only two as Cynthia Valice kicks out real fast. Diego then grabs the chair and it looks like he is going to give Cynthia a taste of her own medicine! He raises the chair up high-

Gavin Kirkland: But NICK is back up on the apron and grabs the chair before Diego can bring it down! NICK steals the chair right out from under Diego! He jabs Diego in the face with the leg of the chair as Circe comes rushing in!

Sienna Swann: NICK jabs the chair into the gut of Circe as he gets back into the ring and slams the chair down hard across her back! Diego then turns around holding his eye as NICK lays him out with the chair as well! Damn NICK is a pro with that chair.

Deadprez: NICK has clearly been undergoing steel chair training this week in preparation of this matchup. Cynthia now grabbing a chair as well as she props Circe up against the glass table in the corner. Cynthia then rushes in with the chair!-

Gavin Kirkland: But Circe gets her boot up and kicks Cynthia in the gut! Cynthia falls back as Circe takes the chair and hits her in the gut! NICK then charges in! But Diego grabs him from behind into a School Boy rollup!

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

Sienna Swann: I prefer fruit rollups tbh. But that was a quick kickout by NICK. Diego grabs the chair as NICK gets back up and hits him hard in the arm. Circe then hits him in the face with the chair as NICK falls out of the ring. Cynthia then grabs her chair from behind but Diego rushes in with a chair shot knocking her out of the ring as well. Circe then goes after her opponents outside the ring looking to do more damage.

(However, as Circe begins to leave the rin-)

Diego Montana: (off-mic) No Circe! We promised we wouldn’t leave the ring! We don’t need to stoop to their level. Come on let’s focus on pure chain wrestling in honor of Pain for Pride mi amor…

Circe: (off-mic) Nah fuck that. These bitches about to get this work!

Deadprez: There is nothing that Diego can do as Circe leaves the ring and begins hitting their opponents with the steel chair! Reluctantly Diego leaves the ring as well grimacing in pain as his boot touches the floor. Bro is acting like this is a Grand Rampage match and he is getting eliminated by doing this. Come on Diego time to sack up.

Gavin Kirkland: NICK takes advantage of Diego’s reluctance to step out of the ring and rushes him slamming him back first into the commentary table.

Sienna Swann: NICK slams into Diego repeatedly ramming him into the commentary table. Until Circe runs up on him from behind and whips him hard into the steel steps. Cynthia then runs in charging at Circe at full speed! But Diego steps in the way with a Leg Sweep sending Cynthia head first into the steel steps right next to NICK. Circe then follows up with a Curb Stomp to the back of the head of Cynthia. Circe then tosses Cynthia head first into the crowd taking out several fans before wiping her hands clean of the situation.

Circe: (off-mic) She’s done!

Deadprez: Now NICK is in a bad place as Circe and Diego are hovering around him. NICK turns around as Diego plants his boot down hard stomping him into the ring steps!

(CLANG!)

Gavin Kirkland: No! NICK moved out the way and Diego just slammed his foot down hard into the steps hurting his own self! Diego yelps out in pain as NICK rolls over across the floor to the barricade! Circe rushes in panicking with a running punch but NICK ducks beneath!-

Sienna Swann: NICK tosses Circe up over his head sending her flying over into the crowd! Circe just flew into the crowd and took out a few more of the fans! NICK then jumps up onto the barricade and leaps across taking out Circe with a Flying Crossbody!!!

(The referee is shown doing a backflip over the barricade to make it in time as NICK goes for the cover on Circe.)

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

Referee: TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-

Deadprez: But Diego Montana hops the barricade just in time to yank the referee off Circe and save the match for his team! This is a Falls Count Anywhere match and we just got the first taste of that with a pinfall in the middle of the EAW audience. They are getting a front row seat of the action even closer than front row!

Fan: (off-mic) You’re trash Diego! Fuck off pinche basura! You ain’t shit!

(A fan gets up in Diego Montana’s face and spits hard right in his eyes.)

Diego Montana: (off-mic) Ahhh what the hell? Ahh?

Sienna Swann: The unwashed masses of our EAW fans are disgusting! Especially in Canada! Leave Diego alone!

(Circe shoves down the unhinged EAW fan as they are dragged off by security. She then turns back towards NICK-)

Gavin Kirkland: Wait look out! Cynthia Valice just leapt out of a group of EAW fans! I didn’t even know she was back up! She just tackled Circe to the ground and is now punching the shit out of her!

Sienna Swann: Diego rushes in after wiping the saliva off his forehead but NICK just smashed a fan’s beer can over his skull! The camera is covered in beer! This is wrong! You should all be straight edge like CM Banks!

Deadprez: NICK then grabs Diego and hurls him over a railing towards the arena stairs. NICK throws Diego down several flights of stairs with Diego’s skull bouncing off each step as he goes down. Diego pulls himself up and spins around dazed and confused-

Gavin Kirkland: Here comes NICK! NICK is sliding down the stair railings towards Diego! NICK with a Clothesline off the railing just turned Diego inside out! Diego just got cooked!

Sienna Swann: Diego has truly fallen off more than I thought possible. Maybe he should retire and join Roberto De La Rosa on Spanish commentary.

(Roberto is seen glaring at Sienna from the Spanish commentary table next to her.)

Deadprez: Cynthia is going to down on Circe as they continue to brawl in the sea of EAW fans. These Canadians are running out of the way trying to avoid the violence as Circe gets up to her feet. Circe grabs a purse off a fan and whips it into the skull of Cynthia. Unfortunately it didn’t seem to have much effect. There must not have been anything too solid in there.

Gavin Kirkland: Cynthia grabs the purse and throws it away before whipping it back around wrapping the strap around the neck of Circe! Cynthia is now strangling Circe out right here in the middle of the EAW crowd! These sick bloodthirsty fans are actually enjoying it!

Fan: (off-mic) YES! KILL HER! END HER CAREER BEFORE WE END UP WITH A SECOND MINERVA!!!

Fan: (off-mic) No! Stop! I love her! Circe I have all your EAW photoshoots in my phone! I am holding out hope you will start an OnlyFans one day! Ahhh stop Cynthia stop!

Sienna Swann: Some of these fans are a little too invested. But I can’t blame them as Circe is now fading and falling to the ground. Cynthia finally lets go as Circe is motionless before lifting her up in the air-

Deadprez: CYNTHIA JUST DROPPED CIRCE RIGHT ON THE ARENA FLOOR WITH A SIT DOWN PILEDRIVER!!!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Gavin Kirkland: I heard a cracking noise! I think Circe’s neck may have just been broken here tonight in Toronto!

Sienna Swann: Cynthia Valice flips Circe over as she crawls to the pin. Some of Circe’s fans are shown throwing trash at them as the floor has been covered in debris from the brawling.

Deadprez: The cover!

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!

Referee: TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

Referee: THRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!

Referee: …

Referee: ..

Referee: .

Deadprez: No! The kickout! I thought Circe may have been paralyzed there so I am shocked she was able to kick out even without Diego coming to help.

Gavin Kirkland: Where even is Diego anyway?

(The camera cuts to Diego still lying down on the ground suffering from the beating he is taking at the hands of NICK. NICK dumps an arena trash can on top of him covering him with garbage to the point that you can’t even see Diego anymore as he is completely covered by the trash pile.)

Deadprez: Damn Diego really getting buried tonight. Wait why is NICK looking up?

(NICK is shown turning around as he looks up above the arena stairs. Fans are yelling and pointing as he sees something.)

Deadprez: Oh no… NICK is climbing now up above the arena tunnel! That’s like a ten foot drop or some shit. Maybe even twenty or thirty feet!!??

Gavin Kirkland: I think it’s more like two hundred feet!

Sienna Swann: You are a dumbass bro.

Deadprez: It’s high as fuck okay? Can we all agree on that at least?

Gavin Kirkland: I’m high as fuck. I can agree on that.

Sienna Swann: :wtf:

Deadprez: Well… NICK is climbing up there! He’s going high risk! Diego is still trapped under that pile of trash! He doesn’t know what’s going on! The crowd is going insane and Circe is still down from that Piledriver to the cement floor so there’s no way she can help him out!

Gavin Kirkland: Only I can save him! Hold on Diego… I’m comin’!

Sienna Swann: Sit down now… sweetie.

Gavin Kirkland: O… of course my darling…

Deadprez: NICK is at the top of the arena tunnel! He’s looking around the crowd who is egging him on! He runs off the tunnel and leaps towards the pile of trash that Diego is trapped beneath!!!

Gavin Kirkland: NICK WITH A SWANTON BOMB FROM ABOVE!!! HE JUST SACRIFICED HIS LIFE AND CAME CRASHING DOWN ONTO DIEGO!!!

Crowd: APPFAJOSPJ$_AOJSOFPJASOP$JPOSAJFPOAJFPOAS

Deadprez: Massive success from NICK as he got all of it… I think… He landed on the pile of trash that Diego is inside of… So I assume Diego got hit by some of that too? It’s hard to tell…

Sienna Swann: Damn NICK with a show stealing maneuver there as the crowd is running around in circles hyped up by what they have just seen! They literally cannot even believe it! This is crazy!

(A replay is shown of NICK’s death defying stunt crushing Diego Montana here at Pain for Pride.)

Deadprez: NICK adding a Pain for Pride moment to his career highlight reel right there no doubt no doubt.

Gavin Kirkland: And now Cynthia Valice is dragging Circe by the hair through the crowd. She goes to check on NICK who is not moving after his dive. She tosses Circe down the stairs through the tunnel to the inside of the arena. Cynthia tries to wake up NICK but to no avail. He is out cold!

Sienna Swann: It looks like it is up to Cynthia now to put this match away for her team. NICK did his part by eliminating Diego from contention and now this thing is basically a one on one showdown.

Deadprez: Cynthia Valice heads down the stairs and throws Circe into the wall of the hallway. Circe stumbles backwards and falls through the doors into the concessions area at the entrance area of the arena. Fans are shown yelling and running around to film the altercation.

Gavin Kirkland: Cynthia throws Circe over a ticket booth knocking everything over and sending her sprawling out onto the floor.

Sienna Swann: You know… There’s still a glass table in the ring. And now they are fighting in the backstage area… Are we going to get back to that or…

Deadprez: ???

Sienna Swann: I mean sweetie… if you introduce a glass table into the match… it has to get used at some point right?

Deadprez: I don’t know… not really?

Sienna Swann: twiches in annoyance

Gavin Kirkland: Umm… I’m really concerned because Cynthia just dragged Circe behind the counter at McDonald’s in the concessions area. She’s dragging her face towards the boiling hot fryer… Oh no…

Circe: (off-mic) NO!

Deadprez: Circe fights back by grabbing a spatula off the counter and jabs it into the ear of Cynthia! Cynthia screams in pain as the spatula appears to be stuck inside her ear. She tries to pull it out but screams and it seems it is stuck.

Circe: (off-mic) That’s a good look for you Cynthia. But you know what? I think I can make you look a little better!

Gavin Kirkland: No! Look out!

Deadprez: Circe just grabbed the boiling hot grease pan and flung the grease at the face of Cynthia Valice!!!

Cynthia Valice: (off-mic) AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

Deadprez: OH GOD!!!

Gavin Kirkland: She moved out of the way!

Sienna Swann: But some of it still got on her!

(Cynthia Valice dove out of the way and avoided the worst of the burning grease but some of it got her on the back of her leg as she dove away. The grease is so hot it melts several holes in her ring tights on contact, burning the skin beneath.)

Deadprez: Well that’s not good but it could have been so much worse… What the hell is wrong with Circe? She’s a crazy bitch!

Sienna Swann: She sure is and we love her for it.

(Circe laughs as she stalks towards Cynthia on the ground. She grabs a bag of fries and dumps it over Cynthia’s head. She then hands the bag to Cynthia on the ground and pats her on the head while smirking.)

Circe: (off-mic) Go ahead Cynthia. Do what you were born to do. Pick up all of these fries off the floor and put them in the bag.

Cynthia Valice: (off-mic) No!

Circe: (off-mic) Do it.

Cynthia Valice: (off-mic) I won’t do it.

Circe: (off-mic) …

Deadprez: Circe kicks Cynthia Valice in the skull! Cynthia goes flying across the floor as Circe grabs her and throws her into the cash register! Cynthia falls over the counter to the opposite side and begins making her way away from the McDonald’s. Circe is in pursuit as Cynthia makes her way to the arena doors and escapes outside slamming the door into Circe’s face.

Sienna Swann: Damn they are going outside now? They are entering into the cold snow covered subzero temperatures of Canada in their ring gear? They are going to freeze to death sweetie!

Gavin Kirkland: But Sienna… I hate to correct someone as beautiful as you but this is Toronto and it’s June… It’s summer… Do you not go outside?

Sienna Swann: No. I need to protect my delicate skin from the sun sweetie.

Gavin Kirkland: Understandable.

Deadprez: :wtf:

(Circe runs up on Cynthia Valice outside of the arena in the parking lot. But Cynthia sidesteps her and then kicks Circe’s head into the window of someone’s car.)

Deadprez: Damn. Circe just got wrecked there. Cynthia lured her into a trap and it paid off. Now Cynthia is grating Circe’s face into the parking lot pavement!

Cynthia Valice: (off-mic) You want to try to disfigure me bitch? Diego won’t even recognize you when I’m done with you!

(Circe grabs some loose rocks from the pavement and hurls them into the eyes of Cynthia Valice causing her to fall backwards.)

Sienna Swann: These crazy women are going even crazier than usual in the parking lot. Circe is pulling Cynthia with her as she smirks and throws her into the side of a car. Circe then hurls Cynthia across the parking lot.

Deadprez: Circe just standing there now as Cynthia gets back up what is she waiting for-

(HONK! HONK! HONK!)

Sienna Swann: Look out sweetie!!

Deadprez: NO! A car is coming at full speed through the parking lot right into Cynthia Valice!!! Cynthia turns around just in time!!! NO!!!-

Gavin Kirkland: Cynthia moved out of the way just in time! She rolled out of the way as the car sped down the parking lot and out of the arena to the nearby highway.

(The driver of the vehicle is shown giving both wrestlers the middle finger for having their match in the middle of the damn road.)

Sienna Swann: Deserved tbh.

Deadprez: Cynthia Valice grabs Circe who hurls her into the side of a car setting off the car alarm. But Circe counters and slams Cynthia’s head off the hood of the same vehicle. Cynthia bounces backwards into another vehicle as Circe rushes in with a Superkick!!!-

Gavin Kirkland: Cynthia Valice just moved out of the way and Circe just kicked through the glass of that car! Damn that shit must be cheap as fuck to kick through it like that.

Deadprez: Let’s not shame the vehicles of our beloved EAW fans…

Gavin Kirkland: I bet it’s your’s then.

Sienna Swann: Cynthia Valice now looking to take advantage of the predicament that Circe finds herself in! Circe tries to get her leg out of the window but Cynthia grabs her under the leg and tosses her backwards with an Exploder Suplex out into the middle of the parking lot aisle. Cynthia then goes over and grabs the arm of Circe to pull her up. They better watch out for-

(HONK! HONK! HONK!)

Gavin Kirkland: Another car? Why are our fans leaving the show? Don’t they enjoy our product??!?!?! :mjcry: !!!

Deadprez: FUCK LOOK OUT!!!

(SMASH! SCREECH!!! BOOM!!!)

Deadprez: HOLY SHIT!!!

(The car swerves out of the way to try to avoid Circe but instead swerves right into Cynthia Valice!!! However, Cythia had grabbed Circe’s arm and pulled her up but Circe countered and pulled her in right as the vehicle swerved! The vehicle skidded across the parking lot slamming right into them before flipping over and crashing into the parked cars on the opposite side of the aisle!!!)

Gavin Kirkland: …

Deadprez: …

Sienna Swann: …

Gavin Kirkland: Well I guess we have had another death at Pain for Pride this year. I wonder if they will let me speak at the funeral about the wonderful times me and Circe spent together…

Sienna Swann: We really need some medical help out there sweetie…

Deadprez: So uhh… I am pretty sure this match is over.

Gavin Kirkland: How in the hell does Minerva and Circe both get hit by cars in a span of a few weeks!?

Referee: ???

(The referee looks confused at the burning wreckage of the crashed vehicle in the parking lot. He tries to approach the smoke to see if he can see the bodies of Cynthia or Circe in the wreckage but is too scared to get close so he decides to say fuck it and leave.)

Referee: Nah I don’t get paid enough for that shit. I’m cancelling the match.

(Suddenly the referee gets a call in his earpiece.)

Referee: Fuck my life. I just wanna go home…

(The referee rushes back into the arena through the concessions area and back into the arena. The crowd has begun to cheer loudly as something is happening in the stands of the Rogers Center.)

Deadprez: What’s happening over there… It can’t be…

(The fans are all shown looking towards the ring pointing, murmuring, and yelling something that can’t be made out.)

Sienna Swann: These fans are drunk as hell. They are probably just seeing things sweetie.

Crowd: HOLY SHIT HE’S NOT DEAD!

(The fans continue to point excitedly as the camera zooms around trying to figure out what they are looking at.)

Gavin Kirkland: No Sienna… I see it too. He’s standing… How the hell…

(The crowd is on their feet as they suddenly turn around towards the arena stairs and look to see someone standing tall in the middle of the crowd having finally gotten back up to his feet at last!!!)

Crowd: NICK! NICK! NICK!

Referee: (off-mic) Are you okay to continue this match little buddy?

(NICK nods stoically as he staggers into the railing of the stairs clearly still hurt from the sky high Swanton Bomb he hit earlier to crush Diego Montana.)

Deadprez: Damn the guts it takes for NICK to continue this match! That’s crazy!

Gavin Kirkland: I have to respect it.

Sienna Swann: I would’ve just played dead to be honest.

(NICK is shown climbing up onto the barricade and putting his arms above his head as he aura farms for the audience.)

Deadprez: NICK has a chance to put this match away. He needs to make the pin on Diego right now!

(NICK hops down off the barricade back into the crowd as he begins digging through the trash pile that Diego Montana had been buried underneath.)

NICK: (off-mic) Get out here Diego you piece of shit. I know you are in there somewhere-

Deadprez: What the hell… NICK is having trouble finding Diego in all of the debris. There can’t have been that much trash in that trash can he dumped on him.

Gavin Kirkland: Guys… I don’t think that Diego is there anymore…

NICK: (off-mic) Where the fuck is he?

(NICK looks around confused as he jumps the barricade and begins looking around the arena trying to spot Diego who appears to have completely vanished.)

NICK: (off-mic) I know you are out there little bro. Get your ass in this ring so we can finish this!-

(Suddenly Diego slides out from underneath the ring holding a macuahuitl as he enters the ring and slams it hard between the legs of NICK from behind.)

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Deadprez: Oh nah…

(NICK crumples down to the mat holding his balls in pain as Diego stands above him smirking.)

Diego Montana: (off-mic) You thought you could stand in the way of mi amor? I will show you the power of true love…

(Diego Montana hurls NICK hard head first into the corner…)

(SHATTER!!!)

Sienna Swann: YES! THE GLASS TABLE GOT USED! MY OCD SWEETIE! YOU DID IT FOR ME!

(NICK is bleeding profusely as shards of glass are stuck in various parts of his skull as well as his eyes.)

Deadprez: DIEGO WITH THE LATINO INFERNO! HE GETS ALL OF IT! THE COVER!

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

Referee: TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

Referee: THRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

(DING! DING! DING!)

Gina Romano: Here are your winners… the team of CIRCEEEEEEEEEEEEE and DIEGOOOOOOOOOOOOO MONTANAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!

( ‘AY DIEGUITO’ – CALLE 24 hits as the crowd boos heavily clearly unhappy that Diego Montana has won a Pain for Pride match. )

Deadprez: Diego Montana just won at Pain for Pride… This has to be an all time low point for EAW as a whole.

Gavin Kirkland: I am detecting ignorant vibes from you again Dead… Diego avenged Circe who was murdered by that jealous whore Cynthia Valice… I’m sad to see the demise of two fine ass blonde goddesses. But at least Diego managed to pull it off in the end for true love.

Sienna Swann: This was a career-making performance from Diego here tonight and hopefully he seeks out my advice when designing a wardrobe for his Hall of Fame induction next year.

Deadprez: Now just a minute-

(Diego Montana is shown climbing to the top of the turnbuckle as he raises his arms in the air in victory posing for the fans who boo him. Some fans are shown throwing trash clearly not happy with the result that has occurred or with how Diego won this.)

Deadprez: Diego should have entered the ring and fought NICK straight up like a man!

Gavin Kirkland: Come on Dead… no he shouldn’t have. It’s Diego… He would have gotten murdered if he did that.

Sienna Swann: True. It’s better to be safe and smart than suicidal and stupid.

Gavin Kirkland: And Diego Montana might just be the smartest man in EAW!

Deadprez: I don’t know about all that-

(However, Diego’s theme would be interrupted by an ear piercing shriek.)

???: DIEGUITO!!! MI AMOR!!! MY HERO!!! <3 <3 <3

Deadprez: …

Sienna Swann: ???

Gavin Kirkland: What…

(Diego Montana turns towards the entrance ramp as suddenly a blood covered Circe makes her way staggering down to the ring holding a microphone as she steps back out onto stage.)

Deadprez: Holy shit she’s not dead.

Gavin Kirkland: Yes! My beloved blonde goddess and future Cleopatra replacement Circe has arrived! She survived the car crash that drunk Cynthia got them into earlier tonight.

(Circe suddenly sprints down the ramp at full speed entering into the ring where Diego Montana is waiting for her. Diego takes a microphone as well to address her.)

Diego Montana: Come here mi amor! Come to your papi!

Circe: I will! You did it! You did it for us! I love you Daddy Diego! You are a wrestling hero!

Diego Montana: I am! Soy el mejor! You are looking at a lucha god! The Hardest Ese Ever!!!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

(The crowd boos heavily as Circe and Diego continue to glaze each other in the ring.)

Circe: Looking at you now I see someone who is truly worthy of my love. I want all of you in this ring right here right now!!!

Crowd: ???

Diego Montana: Your beauty is what makes me the Hardest Ese Ever… in more ways than one…

Deadprez: Ayo…

Circe: You know we might just have to do something about that… Have ourselves a little Pain for Pride live in ring celebration if ya feel me… In front of the entire world…

Diego Montana: :eyes:

Crowd: :whoa: !

(Suddenly Diego Montana and Circe drop the microphones and lunge at each other. They begin making out in the middle of the ring.)

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Deadprez: Nobody wants to see this…

Gavin Kirkland: Speak for yourself Dead… :adpeek:

(Despite being covered in blood and garbage, Diego Montana and Circe roll around on the ring mat, macking hardcore and groping the shit outta each other, their hands sliding under each other’s ring tights and gear. Parents in the audience are shown shielding their children’s eyes from such degeneracy.)

Crowd: :face_vomiting:

Sienna Swann: Why are there children here? What the hell is wrong with you bringing kids here?

Deadprez: Ummm we are being told by production we need to cut away from this right NOW.

Gavin Kirkland: Probably a good idea… I don’t think they are stopping anytime soon. This is getting kinkier than last night did when Daryl Kinkade wrestled.

(Circe is shown using the macuahuitl to spank Diego Montana in the middle of the ring.)

Crowd: YOU SICK FUCK! YOU SICK FUCK! YOU SICK FUCK!

Sienna Swann: This crowd just does not appreciate the beauty of true love…

(Diego Montana is shown licking the devil makeup off the face of Circe as the feed finally fades away from the scene before anything more can be shown that causes EAW to lose sponsorships.)

(The camera cuts to a commercial featuring EAW’s beloved sponsors that we love very much such as Tim Hortons.)

(The graphic for the next match is shown.)

(https://i.imgur.com/K01AWXC.png)

Stephie Love: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL!

Crowd: ONE FALL!

Stephie Love: And it is a TORONTO STREET FIGHT!

(‘The Weight’ by Amigo the Devil hits the speakers and Kirk Redwood stomps out from the back. As he stands on the big stage, the only thing that’s on his mind is going to the ring and competing. The noise that the crowd makes is drowned out by Redwood, who continues to come down the ramp. He beats on the ring canvas, before sliding into the ring and he climbs up the middle rope, staring around the arena with a dull, lifeless look on his face.)

Stephie Love: Introducing first, from Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at 210 pounds… he is “UNKILLABLE!” KIIRRRKKKK!! REEEDDDWOOOOODDDDD!!!!

Stew-O: These last couple of months have been quite the rollercoaster for Kirk Redwood, who now has a murderer’s row of marquee event opponents in Michael Machina, Brian Daniels, and Limmy Monaghan; just to name a few. Tonight is the victory that he’s looking for, and if you told Redwood just a couple of months ago that he would be in a street fight built on the key fundamentals of respect, I’m not sure if he would believe you.

Jake Mercer: Limmy and Kirk are both extremely competitive men, but they haven’t bothered to get personal and come at each other’s throat in the build-up to Pain For Pride. Instead, they’re saving all of that aggression for the match, and I honestly admire it!

Flannery McCoy: It wasn’t long ago that Redwood failed in his pursuit to win the World Heavyweight Championship off of Michael Machina at Grand Rampage, but if he could knock off The Ace? You’d imagine that Redwood starts the next season in a phenomenal position.

(Once Kirk’s theme fades out, ‘Number One’ by Shirō Sagisu & Hazel Fernandes is next to blare out throughout Rogers Centre and Limmy Monaghan emerges from the back, owning the moment as he always does. He marches through the smoke, throwing his arms up as pyro shoots out of the sky. Limmy makes his way down and tags a couple of fans, but otherwise, his focus is on the ring, just as Redwood’s focus was.)

Stew-O: But when you talk world championships and the prospect of contending for one, I don’t think there are many men and women on the EAW roster who desire that as much as Limmy Monaghan does. A member of the 2026 Hall Of Fame class, Limmy is not walking down for yet another Pain For Pride appearance to ‘turn back the clock’, but create a new moment.

Jake Mercer: That certainly brings us to why this match exists in the first place! A win would do wonders for both men, and they’re aware of that. There was no need to make it any more than that, and we know that both Limmy and Redwood are going to go all out under these circumstances!

Flannery McCoy: Now that Limmy is in… you can just see that gleam in his eyes. He’s not going to hold back, and it goes without saying that Redwood won’t either. Here we go!

(DING DING DING!)

Stew-O: From the very moment that the bell rings, Kirk & Limmy waste no time, battering each other with back and forth forearms to the jaw! Limmy forearms Redwood into the ropes, and he bounces off the ropes into a big headbutt! Limmy goes down, not expecting that from Redwood! He shoots back up to his feet, and Kirk follows with constant European uppercuts! This is a big onslaught from Redwood, who will do whatever it takes to leave with the victory tonight!

Flannery McCoy: He takes Limmy by the hair and tries another one, but Limmy blocks his arm, and dropkicks the knee out! Kirk tries to push up to his feet, but it’s Limmy who nails him with a boot to the side of the head! He drags Redwood up to his feet and he aggressively throws him out of the ring. Redwood falls to the floor and these two are already going at it with no remorse! Limmy drags Redwood up and drives him into the steel steps!

Jake Mercer: You can hear that yelp of agony from Redwood, who holds at his back in pain. Limmy drags Kirk up and he tackles him into the barricade! Redwood grimaces, and he covers up as Limmy starts to destroy him with all kinds of overhand left and rights against the barricade! Limmy backs up, taking aim… Clothesline–NO! Redwood moves out of the way, and he pounces Limmy over the barricade!

Stew-O: Monaghan lands into the front row, and those fans are already trying to clear out of the way! They spent thousands of dollars for those tickets, and Kirk and Limmy are already giving them their money’s worth! Limmy makes his way up, but Redwood climbs onto the barricade and dives down with an axe handle to the back of the head! Monaghan falls onto the chairs, and Redwood takes one of those chairs and he slams it down onto the back of Monaghan!

Jake Mercer: Limmy wheezes out in pain, and he crawls away from the fans. Kirk carries that chair with him, and he slams it into the back of Monaghan! He drops it and pulls Limmy up, scooping him off of his feet and body slamming him directly onto the concrete floor! Limmy yells out in pain, and understandably so, that was a disgusting fall!

Flannery McCoy: As he tries to rise, Kirk goes down with a knee drop directly to the chest! Limmy holds at his throat, coughing out. He spits onto the floor, and Kirk pulls him up. He takes him by the hair and loads up his fist, sending a brutal knuckle arrow right to the forehead! Monaghan is on wobbly legs, and Kirk winds back one more, but Limmy gets him with a right hand to the liver! Another one! And then he takes Kirk by the head, sending a knee to the abdomen!

Stew-O: Kirk falls to a kneeling position, and Limmy brings him further into the crowd. They start spilling into the production side of things, where Monaghan throws him into the guardrails meant to separate the fans from our team operating the lights and cameras! Redwood holds at his side, and Limmy now throws him over the guardrail! Are we serious?!

(Security tries to stop Limmy from getting over out of fear of this dangerously getting out of hand, with potential ramifications for the rest of the show’s production, but Monaghan waves the security guard off, not caring about anything except hurting Redwood.)

Jake Mercer: Well, those workers are starting to clear out of the way as Limmy takes Redwood by the head and slams him HEAD FIRST into one of those computers! Redwood falls backwards, holding his head as he makes full contact with the monitor, and if he made any contact with the glass, this is not going to be a pleasant match for him!

Flannery McCoy: Limmy leans Kirk against the guardrail on the inside, and he starts to BITE the forehead of Redwood! Kirk yells out in agony, as Limmy is just gnashing his teeth against the skin of Redwood! Kirk kicks and flails at Limmy, who is doing whatever it takes to keep this match into his favor!

Stew-O: He pulls Redwood up to his feet and wraps his arm around the back of his head, lifting him up for a BACK SUPLEX on the GUARDRAIL! GOODNESS! REDWOOD’S BACK HAS TO ALREADY BE IN A BAD WAY!

Jake Mercer: There’s no doubt about it! Being slammed down on that sharp edge! Kirk falls to the canvas, clutching at his back in pain, and Limmy feels proud of himself thus far! He takes one of those office chairs they were sitting on, and he just launches it down onto the back of Redwood’s head with no regard! Limmy climbs up onto the table, taking a deep breath as he gets a scope of this sold out crowd in Rogers Centre!

Flannery McCoy: Fresh off being inducted in the 2026 Hall Of Fame, Limmy Monaghan is doing whatever the hell he wants and understandably so! But he needs to keep his focus on Redwood, who is still trying to find it in him to get back up to his feet!~

Stew-O: Monaghan drops off the table and he pulls Redwood up to his feet. He rolls him onto the table, and Limmy climbs up with him, looking to pick him up… but REDWOOD WITH A PUNCH TO THE BODY! ANOTHER PUNCH! Limmy tries to ward him off with a knee to the head, but Redwood eats the knee and starts to rise! Limmy sends a forearm, but Redwood won’t fall anymore!

Jake Mercer: Limmy tries another—but Redwood blocks it, and responds with an overhand chop to the chest! Then a chop to the throat! And a jab! A right hand! A left hand! Monaghan is on wobbly legs, and Redwood responds with a PALM STRIKE! Monaghan turns on impact, and Redwood quickly hooks his body from behind!

Flannery McCoy: REDWOOD HEAVES LIMMY UP IN THE AIR… ’BASTARD PLEX THROUGH THE TABLES!’ MY GOD!

Stew-O: THIS CROWD IS IN A RUCKUS AS BOTH OF THESE MEN HAVE CRASHED RIGHT THROUGH THE TABLES, AND THAT’S GOING TO BE QUITE ANNOYING TO CLEAN AFTER THIS ONE IS OVER! LIMMY IS OUT ON THE FLOOR, BUT THIS IS A STREET FIGHT! NOT FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE!

Jake Mercer: Redwood still has to bring it back in the ring, but for the time being, Monaghan is feeling every bit of that and more! Redwood rolls over, grimacing. He’s gotta find it in himself to get back up to his feet! He leans on Limmy, clutching his head as well.

Flannery McCoy: Finally, the two rise, with the help of each other. Redwood sends Limmy back over the guardrail, and the two are back in the presence of the crowd, who want as close of a look of this matchup as they can get! Kirk looks back to the ring, and shakes his head. He drags Monaghan up to his feet and he clubs him further into the crowd instead!

Jake Mercer: Kirk sends an elbow to the neck of Monaghan, and then he turns him and chops him into the stairs! Another chop from Redwood, and Monaghan holds his chest, turning and stumbling up the stairs. Redwood follows Limmy up into the stairs, and he sends an elbow to the back! The two start to fight up the stairs!

Stew-O: Redwood punches Limmy in the abdomen, and then he headbutts him! Monaghan staggers away, holding his head. Limmy covers up, and Kirk gets him with a punch behind the ear! Limmy falls to his knees, and Redwood drags him up by the hair, slamming his forehead into the railing! Limmy wheezes, and the two get further up into the crowd!

Flannery McCoy: Now, Kirk tries to get Limmy back up to his feet, but he wraps his arms around his legs and shoots a double leg takedown against that metal railing! Kirk’s eyes widen as he makes contact, and the two nearly fall down the stairs and straight to the floor! Instead, Redwood leans against the railing as Limmy starts pounding his fist into his head!

Stew-O: He’s trying to cover up, but Monaghan doesn’t care! He winds his arm back, and he LARIATS Redwood! Redwood tries to hang on, but he loses his balance and he falls over the railing! Kirk lands on the other side of the railing, falling backwards. Limmy climbs up, and he dives with a crossbody, and those fans NARROWLY get out of the way!

Flannery McCoy: They land into the chairs, and Redwood holds his head. Limmy lands on top of Kirk and he keeps punching him! Redwood pushes him away and he uses the chairs to support himself. Monaghan is in pursuit—hold on! Redwood grabs a cup and he just LAUNCHES BEER INTO THE EYES OF MONAGHAN!

Jake Mercer: Monaghan falls backwards, and he can’t see anything! He does his best to try and get it out of his eyes, but Redwood headbutts him! He grabs Limmy by the ears! Redwood nods profusely, and he wants to bash his head in with ‘X’D OUT!’ THE REPEATED HEADBUTTS—

Stew-O: LIMMY KICKS REDWOOD DIRECTLY IN THE GROIN! Kirk wheezes, falling back! Limmy only retaliated like that because he couldn’t see, and it’s safe to say that they’re on equal ground right now, because Limmy is trying to reach around for any kind of support up there on the second level, meanwhile Redwood is trying to recuperate after that low blow!

Flannery McCoy: He looks up to Limmy… and Limmy has decided to say to hell with trying to keep fighting with Redwood up here… AND HE PUSH KICKS REDWOOD DIRECTLY IN HIS CHEST! REDWOOD LOSES HIS BALANCE AND HE GOES TUMBLING DOWN THE STAIRS STRAIGHT BACK TO THE FLOOR! CHRIST!

Crowd: # HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

(Limmy takes a deep breath as he sees Redwood laid out on the floor. The intensity in this one ramped up extremely early—and that came in the heat of the moment. He briefly contemplates if Redwood is even alright after that nasty spill, but the win matters more to Limmy and he shakes those thoughts out of his head. He marches down the steps, approaching Redwood’s unconscious body.)

Jake Mercer: Limmy may have ended this one extremely early! The referee has made his way into the crowd to check on Redwood, but he’s showing no signs of life! Limmy drags Kirk up, slowly dragging his dead weight through the crowd, but that has to be slowing Limmy down!

Stew-O: Certainly, but he’s intent on winning this match, so he’s powering through! They make it to the barricade, and Limmy climbs over, while he has to drag Redwood over the barricade! He finally gets him up, and he throws him into the ring!

Flannery McCoy: The referee slides in as Limmy gets in after him, and he rolls Redwood’s unconscious body over. He hooks the leg, and we have our first pinfall of the match!

Referee: OOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNEEEEEEE!!

Referee: TTTTTWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Stew-O: WOAH! REDWOOD GETS HIS SHOULDER UP! HE FINDS A WAY TO STAY ALIVE IN THIS MATCH! LIMMY LOOKS AT THE REFEREE, ALMOST AS IF HE CAN’T BELIEVE IT…

Jake Mercer: But he remembers who he’s in the ring with, and he regains his composure! Kirk Redwood won’t go down that easily! Limmy drags Kirk up to his feet, and he lifts him up onto his shoulder! Monaghan still sees an opening to end this one early! ‘BURNING TIDES!’ NO! REDWOOD FLAILS HIS LEGS IN THE AIR! HE FIGHTS LIMMY’S GRIP!

Flannery McCoy: And Redwood flips it over! Now he has Limmy on his shoulder! He runs across the ring! LAWN DART! HE LAUNCHES LIMMY FACE-FIRST INTO THE MIDDLE TURNBUCKLE! Monaghan bounces out, clutching at his mouth! Redwood is still down while Limmy is stumbling backwards, though!

Stew-O: Finally, when Kirk realizes that Limmy is up, he rises with him, grabbing him by the waistband and pulling him back! Kirk lifts Limmy up for a german suplex… his body starting to give out on him! Limmy sends an elbow to the side of the head, and Redwood drops him! Limmy with a beautiful standing switch, and he throws Redwood with a german suplex!

Jake Mercer: Kirk bounces onto the back of his head, right to his knees! Limmy is up, and he takes him out with ‘DIABLE JAMBE!’ BEAUTIFUL KNEE! But Limmy isn’t satisfied with that whatsoever! Redwood is motionless on the canvas, but Limmy has the urge to go and exit the ring!

Flannery McCoy: He digs underneath the ring, grabbing a bunch of chairs and throwing them inside! Limmy isn’t fond of that, though. He keeps digging… and Monaghan finds a door?! Who the hell placed that underneath the ring!

Stew-O: I don’t know, but Limmy clearly knew it was there! He holds on to the door and he slides it in. Limmy rolls in with the door in his hands and he places it up against the turnbuckles. Meanwhile, Redwood is trying to get up, and Limmy has all of those chairs set up in the center of the ring!

Jake Mercer: Limmy snatches Redwood by the head and he throws him to the ropes! He pops him up in the air and he catches him…! ‘LAST SEDATION!’ DIRECTLY ONTO THE CHAIRS! REDWOOD’S EYES NEARLY BULGE OUT OF HIS HEAD! DEVASTATING IMPACT! REDWOOD IS WRITHING IN PAIN, AND LIMMY DROPS INTO THE COVER!

Referee: OOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNEEEEEEE!!

Referee: TTTTTWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Referee: TTHHHHRRRR—

Flannery McCoy: IT’S GONNA TAKE MORE THAN THAT! REDWOOD KICKS OUT AGAIN! Limmy sits up, and he shakes his head, slapping the mat! Those chairs weren’t enough to secure Limmy the victory, and he looks up at that door propped up against the turnbuckle! Limmy smirks, and he picks Redwood up off of the canvas.

Jake Mercer: Limmy tucks Redwood’s head in, and he slowly lifts him up. He wants a non pop-up version of ‘Last Sedation’, but Redwood starts to come back to life… and he starts throwing punches at the forehead of Monaghan as he has him up! Limmy tries to power through, but Redwood continues to punch him over and over!

Stew-O: Kirk lands onto his feet, and he headbutts Monaghan directly in the ribs! He nails him with an elbow, and Limmy falls into the ropes! Limmy tries that push kick again, but Redwood sees it coming this time and he catches the ankle! He trips him onto his back, and he rolls him over into AN ANKLE LOCK! THIS ISN’T GOOD FOR MONAGHAN!

Flannery McCoy: Redwood continues to twist and wrench at that ankle! Limmy reaches for the ropes, instinctively, but they won’t do him any good in this match! His best case scenario is to try and drag himself out of the ring—but even then, Redwood doesn’t have to let go of the hold if he doesn’t want to!

Stew-O: Limmy pushes his hands up onto the canvas, and he looks at what’s ahead of him! Monaghan finds the leg drive to ROLL FORWARD, sending Redwood DIRECTLY INTO THE DOOR!

Jake Mercer: Only for Kirk to stop himself just in time! Limmy rolls to his feet and he limps on one leg, running in for a—

Flannery McCoy: REDWOOD CAPTURES MONAGHAN AS HE’S RUNNING FORWARD! BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX INTO THE DOOR! GOODNESS! MONAGHAN WENT RIGHT THROUGH THAT DOOR AND HIS BACK MADE CONTACT WITH THE TURNBUCKLES! THAT WAS A DISGUSTING SPILL!

Stew-O: BUT KIRK ISN’T DONE! HE ROLLS LIMMY OUT OF THE WRECKAGE, AND FORCES HIM UP ONTO HIS KNEES! REDWOOD TAKES AIM!

Jake Mercer: ‘BLITZKRIEG BOP!’ RIGHT TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD! THIS ONE COULD BE OVER! HE ROLLS HIM OVER AND HOOKS THE LEGS!

Referee: OOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNEEEEEEE!!

Referee: TTTTTWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Referee: TTHHHHRRRRRRRE—

Stew-O: MONAGHAN KICKS OUT! REDWOOD THOUGHT HE HAD IT THERE, BUT LIMMY IS FAR TOO RESILIENT! THESE TWO ARE GOING TO HAVE TO CONTINUE PUTTING EACH OTHER THROUGH HELL BEFORE WE EVEN GET CLOSE TO A WINNER!

Flannery McCoy: Limmy is still nursing that knee to the back of his head, meanwhile Redwood slowly makes his way up to his feet! He drags Limmy up and he starts throwing bombs to the back of the head! I think if Kirk continues to target Limmy’s head, he’ll break him down!

Jake Mercer: Another clubbing blow, and Monaghan falls back down to his fours. Kirk doesn’t care! He quickly runs off the ropes, rebounding back and forth… Redwood is hellbent on taking him out with a laria—HE GAVE LIMMY TOO MUCH TIME TO RECOVER!

Stew-O: ‘HAILBREAKER!’ THE DROPKICK FROM OUT OF NOWHERE! AND IT BRINGS REDWOOD RIGHT DOWN TO THE CANVAS! Both men are laid out, but Monaghan can’t capitalize! He crawls towards Kirk…

Flannery McCoy: … who rolls out of the ring just in time! Limmy shakes his head, slowly pushing up to the canvas. He staggers backwards, rubbing the back of his head. But with Redwood outside of the ring, there’s an opening for him if he’s willing to take it!

Jake Mercer: Limmy slaps himself a couple of times to psyche himself up! Redwood rises to his feet, and Limmy then bolts off of the ropes, rebounding once for momentum—unlike Redwood—then he soars over the top rope with a TOPE CON HILO! BEAUTIFULLY EXECUTED, AND REDWOOD CRASHES RIGHT DOWN TO THE FLOOR!

Stew-O: Monaghan staggers up to his feet and now he’s really feeling it! He approaches those steel steps, and he pulls them out of place! He sets the bottom half up against the apron, and he reaches over to grab Kirk up to his feet…

Flannery McCoy: But Redwood shoves Limmy backwards into those steps! Limmy holds at his back, but Redwood didn’t put enough power into it to really incapacitate Monaghan! Redwood turns back and realizes this, looking to finish the job—but MONAGHAN TOSSES HIM WITH A HIP TOSS INTO THE STEEL STEPS! GOODNESS!

Jake Mercer: REDWOOD JUST SLID OFF THOSE STEPS AND LANDED ON THE FLOOR ON THE TOP OF HIS HEAD! Limmy moves over to grab the top steps, and shoves them into the ring! Limmy pulls Redwood up and he throws him into the ring! Monaghan follows after, and he lies Redwood down onto the steps! Limmy now points up!

Stew-O: He exits to the apron, slowly making his way up top… but before he can capitalize, Redwood rolls off of those steps and he leaps into an European uppercut directly to the jaw of Monaghan! Limmy nearly falls, and Kirk climbs the middle rope, headbutting the hell out of Limmy! Limmy winces with every single headbutt, and understandably so! Redwood is just using his body against Monaghan—and it’s hard to keep up!

Flannery McCoy: Kirk climbs to the very top, wrapping his arms around the waist of Limmy! He wants an avalanche belly to belly suplex, but Limmy hangs onto the ropes for dear life! He starts sending punches to the body of Redwood! More punches! And he shoves him back!

Jake Mercer: Limmy now stands tall on the ropes, leaping off with a crossbody—NO! REDWOOD CATCHES HIM IN MID-AIR AND SWIVELS INTO A SPINNING SCOOP POWERSLAM ONTO THE EDGE OF THOSE STEPS! CHRIST! MONAGHAN’S BACK HAS TO FEEL LIKE IT’S BEEN TORN TO SHREDS!

Flannery McCoy: Monaghan is kicking his legs in agony on the canvas, and Redwood rolls him over for the cover!

Referee: OOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNEEEEEEE!!

Referee: TTTTTWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Referee: TTHHHHRRRRRR—

Stew-O: ANOTHER KICK OUT! Redwood rises to his feet, and he SHOVES the steps out of the way! He looks over to those chairs that were used earlier, and he picks two up. He opens both chairs and places them down in front of each other.

Jake Mercer: Redwood then marches over to Limmy and grabs a handful of his hair, pulling him up to his feet. He looks back to those chairs, and he grabs him in a front headlock, looking to lift him up vertically, but Limmy sends a knee to the top of the head! Another knee from Monaghan!

Flannery McCoy: BUT REDWOOD POWERS THROUGH THOSE KNEES FROM LIMMY! MONAGHAN IS STILL DESPERATELY TRYING TO FIGHT OUT OF HIS GRIP! BUT INSTEAD! REDWOOD DROPS HIM WITH A BRAINBUSTER ONTO THE CHAIRS!

Stew-O: GOOD GOD! IT LEAVES A MASSIVE LIMMY MONAGHAN SIZED DENT IN THOSE CHAIRS, WHERE THE SEATS HAVE COMPLETELY CAVED IN! REDWOOD SHOVES THEM ASIDE AND HE HOOKS THE LEGS FOR THE WIN!

Referee: OOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNEEEEEEE!!

Referee: TTTTTWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Referee: TTHHHHRRRRRREEEEEEEEEE—

Jake Mercer: LIMMY ROLLS HIS SHOULDER OFF OF THE CANVAS! REDWOOD LOOKS UP AT THE REFEREE, BUT HE ASSERTS HIM THAT WAS A TWO COUNT!

Flannery McCoy: This is the biggest stage! A stage that Limmy has thrived on many times in the past! Kirk Redwood is going to have to DIG DEEP in order to leave with the win tonight! He rolls to the apron, taking the ropes. He leans on them, waiting for Limmy to make his way up to his feet…

Stew-O: But the question is: can Monaghan even rise?! He was able to kick out, but he was just dropped on the top of his head! Those are steel chairs! Redwood is calling him up to his feet, and Limmy is beginning to show life…

Jake Mercer: Finally, he seems to be getting up! Redwood takes the ropes and he springboards up, for ‘.50 CAL!’ THE SPRINGBOARD SUPERMAN PU—NO! LIMMY CAPTURES HIS ARM IN MID-AIR! HE SPINS HIM AROUND AND LIFTS HIM UP ONTO HIS SHOULDER!

Flannery McCoy: ‘BURNING TIDES!!!’ PLANTED IN THE CENTER OF THE RING WITH THE EMERALD FLOWSION! MONAGHAN GOT HIM! REDWOOD IS DOWN AND OUT! LIMMY HAS TO GET HIM UP AND FINISH THE JOB!

Stew-O: We know what comes after Burning Tides, but whether or not Limmy has enough in the tank to follow through is an entirely different question of itself! He slowly rises up, and he drags Kirk up to his feet! He tucks his head in and he double underhooks the arms! Monaghan yells out, and he’s fired up!

Jake Mercer: HE HEAVES HIM UP FOR ‘EMPYREAN BLADE!!!’

Flannery McCoy: REDWOOD STALLS IT!

Stew-O: LIMMY TRIES AGAIN … BUT REDWOOD TOSSES HIM WITH A BACK BODY DROP! MONAGHAN HOLDS HIS BACK! HE SLOWLY ROLLS OVER, AND KIRK COMES RUNNING OFF THE ROPES! BOOT TO THE EAR!

Jake Mercer: Limmy is stunned! Redwood takes him by the hair! And he winds his arm back! ‘LETHAL ROUND!’ HE SWINGS THAT ARM AS FAR BACK AS HE POSSIBLY CAN—

Flannery McCoy: BUT MONAGHAN BREAKS FROM HIS GRIP AND SENDS A BOOT TO THE ARM! IT TURNS REDWOOD ON IMPACT, AND LIMMY GETS HIM WITH A SNAP DRAGON SUPLEX! REDWOOD BOUNCES UP TO HIS FEET!

Stew-O: BUT LIMMY IS WAITING, AND HE LIFTS HIM UP FOR ‘APHELION!!!’ THE SUPLEX BACKBREAKER, DRIVING HIS KNEES INTO THE SPINE OF REDWOOD! HE’S DOWN, AND LIMMY MAKES THE COVER!

Referee: OOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNEEEEEEE!!

Referee: TTTTTWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Referee: TTHHHHRRRRRREEEEEEEEEE—

Jake Mercer: ANOTHER KICK OUT FROM REDWOOD! Monaghan kneels up, and Redwood doesn’t know how to stay down either! Limmy rises to his feet and he rolls out of the ring, running his hands through his hair. He takes the apron and he lifts the apron skirt looking under…

Stew-O: Limmy pulls out a bag… and I think we may know what’s in there! Limmy rises to his feet and he stares at the bag, slowly opening it up. He turns it over and pours what’s inside on the canvas.

(The crowd reacts loudly as thumbtacks pour all over the canvas. Limmy kneels, spreading them out onto the mat. He turns to Kirk, who is somehow already beginning to rise up to his feet…)

Flannery McCoy: But will this be enough?! Limmy boots Redwood across the head, but he just snarls at Monaghan! ANOTHER one, and Redwood won’t go down! Limmy bounces off the ropes for one more, but Redwood catches his ankle! Limmy hops on one leg, shaking his head. He looks at Redwood, in disbelief that he won’t just stay down!

Kirk Redwood: (off-mic) AAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

Jake Mercer: ’LETHAL ROUND!’ HE JUST YANKS LIMMY INTO ONE OF THE DAMNDEST LARIATS THAT I’VE EVER SEEN! LIMMY FALLS INTO THE TACKS! REDWOOD PRESSES DOWN INTO THE COVER, DIGGING HIS BODY INTO THOSE TACKS!

Referee: OOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNEEEEEEE!!

Referee: TTTTTWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Referee: TTHHHHRRRRRREEEEEEEEEE—

Flannery McCoy: BUT MONAGHAN IMMEDIATELY JOLTS A SHOULDER UP! HE REFUSES TO GO DOWN LIKE THAT! Redwood looks at Limmy and he shakes his head, dragging Limmy with him before he can recover!

Stew-O: He climbs the middle rope with Limmy still in his grasp, and then he starts to hoist Limmy upside down! Limmy tries his best to get free, but I think he’s still winded from that lariat! He flails his legs desperately, but Redwood holds him tight!

Jake Mercer: LIMMY HAS NOWHERE TO GO! AND REDWOOD LEAPS OFF THE MIDDLE ROPE! ’DOWN TO HELL’ INTO THE TACKS! HE JUST SPIKED MONAGHAN ONTO THE TOP OF HIS HEAD WITH THE TOMBSTONE! OH MY GOD! MONAGHAN IS OUT OF IT!

Flannery McCoy: AND REDWOOD COLLAPSES ON TOP OF LIMMY FOR THE COVER! AGAIN! HIS BODY BEING PRESSED INTO THE THUMBTACKS!

Referee: OOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNEEEEEEE!!

Referee: TTTTTWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Referee: TTHHHHRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

(DING DING DING!)

Stephie Love: Here is your winner of the TORONTO STREET FIGHT by PINFALL… KIIIRRRKKKK!!! REEDDDWWOOOODDDDDDD!!!

(As soon as the bell rings, Redwood rolls off of Limmy, breathing heavily. Both men are feeling the effects of that Street Fight, but it’s Redwood who lives to tell the tale. He takes the ropes, making his way up to his feet. Kirk looks down at Limmy who is still unconscious after being driven into those tacks, and the referee takes Redwood’s arm and raises it up as he fires up in victory after such a huge victory.)

Stew-O: AND IT’S KIRK REDWOOD WHO LEAVES WITH HIS ARM RAISED! WHAT A SHOWING FROM BOTH MEN, BUT I THINK THAT MAY HAVE VERY WELL PUT KIRK REDWOOD ON THE MAP! We have seen him grow and grow as an Elitist these last couple of years, but to be able to have a win over Limmy Monaghan at Pain For Pride?! It SPEAKS for itself!

Jake Mercer: Absolutely! Kirk came to win tonight, and Limmy was no slouch either! He showed why he’s as great as he is–but Redwood went above and beyond in order to be the victor and you can just tell from how he continued to stay in this one!

Flannery McCoy: There’s a lot of respect between these two, but they didn’t hold back against each other and it was an extremely intense matchup from start to finish! There were many times where I thought Redwood was going to be a goner, but he proved me wrong! That’s a win that Redwood will feel good about for months, maybe even years to come!

(Redwood makes his way out of the ring with the help of Amanda, continuing to take in the victory. Meanwhile, Limmy is being tended to by doctors, finally coming back to life and realizing what just happened.)

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(The camera cuts to Bella Braxton in the ring.)

Bella Braxton: THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS A HARDCORE TAG TEAM WARFARE SCHEDULED FOR…ONE FALL!!

Crowd: ONE FALL!!

(“Nice To Meet Yah” by Asian Doll hits, quickly blending into ‘RUNITUP’ by Tyler, The Creator ft. Teezo Touchdown as Diamond and Cosmo make their way onto the stage together to loud boos from the crowd. The two exchange confident smirks and hype each other up for a moment before striking a pose side by side, soaking in the reaction before making their way down to the ring.)

Bella Braxton: Introducing first! At a combined weight of 396 pounds… THE TEAM OF DIAMOND DIXON AND COSMO GOLDWORTHY!!

Thadd Blazevich: Love them or hate them, Diamond Dixon and Cosmo Goldworthy believe they should never have been pushed out of the title picture, and in their minds, everything that’s happened since is because ARIA and Candice got in their way.

Rich Russillo: Well, let’s not rewrite history here. Diamond and Cosmo are the ones who stuck their noses where they didn’t belong and helped cost ARIA a huge opportunity. If you ask me, they brought this on themselves.

Thadd Blazevich: Maybe so, but that’s exactly why this has gotten so personal. Both teams feel wronged, both teams want payback, and in Hardcore Warfare, they finally get to settle this the only way they know how.

(“Dynasty” by Dynasty plays to a strong reaction from the crowd as Candice Blair makes her way onto the stage, confidently taking in the atmosphere before staying put near the top of the ramp. Soon after, “God Shattering Star” by Takashi Baba echoes throughout the arena as ARIA steps onto the stage, joining Candice as the two briefly exchange a confident look before making their way down to the ring together.)

Bella Braxton: And their opponents! At a combined weight of 260 pounds… THE TEAM OF CANDICE BLAIR AND ARIA!!

Rich Russillo: Here they come, and you can feel the intensity from both of them. ARIA and Candice aren’t here for revenge anymore; they’re here to end this.

Thadd Blazevich: Diamond and Cosmo crossed a line, and that’s why Hardcore Warfare feels like the only way this feud could end.

Persephone: Good. No rules and lots of violence. Exactly how I like it.

(The referee signals to the bell as both teams stand ready in the ring.)

(DING! DING! DING!)

Rich Russillo: The referee rings for the bell as this Hardcore Tag Team Warfare match kicks off as– BOTH TEAMS WASTE NO TIME AS THEY START CHARGING TOWARDS ONE ANOTHER!!! DIAMOND AND CANDICE MEET EACH OTHER WITH FOREARM STRIKES WHILE ARIA AND COSMO EXCHANGE IN A HOCKEY BRAWL!!! THE CROWD HERE IN TORONTO IS ALREADY GOING CRAZY FOR THE FIRST SECONDS OF THIS MATCH!

Thadd Blazevich: BAH GAWD BRO!! THESE CRAZY CANUCKS ARE GOING MENTAL!

Persephone: The Canucks play in Vancouver, you idiot.

Thadd Blazevich: Bro, you do know–

Rich Russillo: NEVER MIND THAT COSMO LANDS A NASTY ELBOW RIGHT IN ARIAS FACE AS THAT SENDS HER THROUGH THE MIDDLE ROPE AND TO THE OUTSIDE. DIAMOND GRABS A HOLD OF CANDICE BY THE THROAT WHILE THIS IS HAPPENING, AS– COSMO GOES FOR A SUICIDE DIVE!!

Thadd Blazevich: NO BROSKI!! ARIA COUNTERS IT BEFORE COSMO COULD EVEN GO THROUGH THE MIDDLE ROPE! THIS COUNTER BY ARIA HAS DIAMOND LOSE HER GRIP FROM CANDICE AS— CANDICE GOES RIGHT FOR BASEMENT DROPKICK SENDING DIAMOND DOWN TO HER KNEES!!

Persephone: ARIA now brings Cosmo over to the outside and– a backbody drop right on the apron!!! ARIA gets back into the ring as she and Candice attempt to pick up Diamond for a double suplex! This early into the match, too, maybe they want this early and get the fuck out of Toronto.

Rich Russillo: Candice and ARIA go for it– BUT DIAMOND IS FIGHTING OUT OF IT!! NOW SHE’S TEETERING CANDICE AND ARIA IN HER ATTEMPT TO SUPLEX BOTH OF THEM, BUT CANDICE AND ARIA STAND THEIR GUARD!! THEY GO FOR IT ONE MORE TIME–

(SMASH!)

Thadd Blazevich: COSMO JUST CAME BACK INTO THE RING WITH A STEEL CHAIR AND SMACKS IT RIGHT ON THE BACK OF ARIA!!! CANDICE TRIES TO GO FOR AN UPPERCUT ON COSMO, BUT HE DODGES THAT AND– DELIVERS A CHAIRSHOT RIGHT ON CANDICE’S HEAD!!! CANDICE GOES DOWN AS COSMO CHECKS ON DIAMOND!

Persephone: Diamond seems fine, all things considered, as she tells Cosmo to stay ready as she grabs a hold of Candice by her hair, brings her to her feet, and– AND PICKS HER ALL THE WAY UP!! AND BACK DOWN FOR A GORILLA PRESS SLAM AND–

Rich Russillo: COSMO THEN DELIVERS A SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT TOWARDS CANDICE!! COSMO GOES FOR THE COVER HERE!!

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEE!!

Thadd Blazevich: CANDICE GETS THE SHOULDERS UP BROSKI!!

Persephone: Are we surprised the match just started?

Thadd Blazevich: You never know, broskis, crazier things have happened.

Rich Russillo: Candice Blair gets her shoulders up as now Cosmo rolls out the ring, to bring out something underneath the ring and— IT’S A BARBED WIRE 2X4!!! ALREADY BRINGING OUT THE SICK WEAPONS IN THIS MATCH AS DIAMOND HAS CANDICE ON HER KNEES AS COSMO SLIDES BACK INTO THE RING LOOKING TO NAIL CANDICE WITH THAT 2X4!!!

Thadd Blazevich: BUT ARIA JUST SMACKED COSMOS BACK WITH A BASEBALL BAT!!!! ARIA THEN DELIVERS A SWING TOWARDS DIAMOND AS THE CROWD IS ON THEIR FEET!!!! ARIA REVEALS THE BAT AND — IT’S A TORONTO BLUE JAYS THEMED BAT!!!

The Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Persephone: Yeah…. have a bat with a bunch of losers on them.

Rich Russillo: ARIA and Candice now focus on individual opponents as Candice goes right after Cosmo while ARIA targets Diamond! Candice is nailing in some stomps towards Cosmo in the corner while ARIA— GOES FOR A DRAGON SLEEPER ON DIAMOND!!! LOOKING TO MAKE HER PASS OUT OR TAP OUT!!

Thadd Blazevich: CANDICE NOW PICKS UP THE BARBED WIRE 2X4 AND— CANDICE BROS IS SMASHING THAT RIGHT IN COSMOS STOMACH!!! BLOOD IS BEGINNING TO SHOW COME FROM THE MIDSECTION OF GOLDWORTHY!!!

Persephone: ARIA still has that Dragon Sleeper applied– BUT DIAMOND MANAGES TO GET OUT OF IT!!! SHE REVERSES INTO A SNAPMARE TO ARIA AND– LANDS A PENALTY KICK RIGHT IN THE BACK OF ARIA!! DIAMOND THEN GOES OVER TOWARDS CANDICE AND TAKES AWAY THE 2X4 AS NOW THEY’RE FIGHTING EACH OTHER!!

Rich Russillo: CANDICE CLOBBERS DIAMOND WITH A RIGHT! BUT DIAMOND RESPONDS WITH A LEFT HOOK PUNCH!!! BACK AND FORTH THEY GO!!! CANDICE FOLLOWS WITH A HEADBUTT– BUT DIAMOND MOVES OUT THE WAY AND– DELIVERS WITH A BIG BOOT!! CANDICE GOES DOWN TO THE CANVAS AS DIAMOND PICKS CANDICE UP–

Thadd Blazevich: AND SHE’S GOING FOR A SUPLEX BROSKI– BUT CANDICE LANDS RIGHT ON HER FEET AND DELIVERS WITH A SUPERKICK TO THE BACK OF DIAMOND’S HEAD!!! DIAMOND IS STUNNED AS CANDICE BRO TURNS DIAMOND DIXON AROUND– AND DELIVERS WITH A SNAP DRAGON SUPLEX BRO!!! CANDICE GOES FOR THE COVER!!

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEE!!

Persephone: To the surprise of no one, Diamond gets her shoulders up on the one count as this match continues. Cosmo is back on his feet, and HE JUST TOOK THE BARBED WIRE OUT OF THE 2X4 AND HAS LATCHED IT AROUND CANDICE’S NECK!!!!!

Rich Russillo: COSMO HAS CANDICE IN A PREDICAMENT HERE, THEY MAY NEED TO STOP THE MATCH IF THIS CONTINUES ON– BUT LOOK! ARIA IS BACK IN THE RING AND DELIVERS AN ENZIGURI TO THE BACK OF COSMO’S HEAD!!! COSMO LETS GO OF CANDICE WHO DROPS TO THE MAT!!

Thadd Blazevich: ARIA BRO NOW HAS COSMO IN POSITION AND– DELIVERS WITH A BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!!! COSMO IS DOWN AS ARIA GOES FOR THE COVER!!!

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEE!!

Persephone: Cosmo gets the shoulders up at one, but I think ARIA expected that as she immediately– goes for a surfboard submission maneuver!!! She has Cosmo stretched out… PAUSE.

Rich Russillo: ARIA HAS THAT LOCKED IN AS AGAIN WITH THAT SLEEPER TO COSMO, PERHAPS SHE’S LOOKING FOR A TAP OUT OR SUBMISSION HERE AT PAIN FOR PRIDE!! BUT LOOK– DIAMOND IS BACK IN THE RING– WITH A PAN SHEET!!! WHAT IS DOING WITH THAT–

Thadd Blazevich: SHE SMACKS ARIA WITH THAT PANSHEET ON HER HEAD!! ARIA LETS GO OF THE SURFBOARD SUBMISSION AS DIAMOND NOW PICKS ARIA UP AND DELIVERS WITH A SPINEBUSTER!!!! ARIA CRASHES TO THE MAT AS DIAMOND GOES FOR THE COVER ON ARIA!!

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEE!!

Persephone: BUT ARIA KICKS OUT OF ONE THIS TIME! EVERYONE IN THIS MATCH HAS ALREADY KICKED OUT OF ONE. DESPITE THE FIGHT, THEY’RE BRINGING NOBODY IS GOING EASILY!!! HOPEFULLY SOMEBODY CAN TAKE A GUN AND SHOOT EACH OTHER!!!!

Rich Russillo: Candice soon enters the frame and DELIVERS WITH A DROPKICK TO SEND DIAMOND OUT OF THE RING!! DIAMOND GOES TUMBLING OVER AS CANDICE ROLLS OUT AND NAILS HER WITH AN ELBOW RIGHT TO HER NECK!!!

Thadd Blazevich: It looks like these two have taken this fight to the outside as Candice— TAKES A WEAPON FROM THE AUDIENCE— AND IT’S SOMEBODY’S BEER!!! I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT BRAND THAT IS, DUDE, AS IT LOOKS LIKE CANDICE IS GOING TO SPILL SOME TOWARDS DIAMOND!

Persephone: BUT DIAMOND DELIVERS A HIGH KICK AND SWATS THAT BEER OUT OF CANDICE’S HAND— AND IT SPILLS ONTO SOME RANDOM FAT GUY IN THE CROWD HAHAHAHA!!!

Thadd Blazevich: Hey, bro, why are you bodyshaming someone?? Not coolio to say that stuff, broski!

Persephone: God, why do I have this dork with me!!!

Rich Russillo: DIAMOND AND CANDICE CONTINUE WITH THEIR FIGHTING AND— COSMO COMES RIGHT IN WITH A DIVING CROSSBODY ONTO THE OUTSIDE TOWARDS CANDICE!!! THIS ISN’T GOOD FOR CANDICE— AS NOW BOTH DIAMOND AND COSMO ARE BEATING THE CRAP OUT OF HER!!

Thadd Blazevich: STOMPS GALORE TOWARDS PRINCESS CANDICE AND– WAIT LOOK OUT!! ARIA BRO JUST NAILED BOTH DIAMOND AND COSMO WITH A TOPE CON HILO!!! TAKING THEM BOTH DOWN ON THE GROUND AS THE CROWD IN TORONTO IS GOING CRAZY FOR IT BRO!!

Persephone: These hooligans will cheer for anything, I bet if you go into that ring right now–

Rich Russillo: DO NOT FINISH THAT THOUGHT!

Persephone: What? I wasn’t going to say anything!

Rich Russillo: Anyways… ARIA now grabs a hold of Cosmo and– IRISH WHIPS HIM TO THE CORNER BARRICADE NEAR OUR ANNOUNCE TABLE!! COSMO LANDS RIGHT ON HIS BACK AS ARIA STEPS BACK– AND DELIVERS WITH A SHOTGUN DROPKICK SENDING COSMO OVER THE BARRICADE!!!

Thadd Blazevich: Yeah, bro, Cosmo might be cooked there, as Candice is soon up on her feet, as ARIA looks to check on her now. It seems like both ARIA and Candice may have shifted the momentum back on their sid–

Persephone: And you spoke too soon, idiot.

Rich Russillo: Diamond recovers and comes rushing in towards ARIA and Candice, sending them over the barricade as well!! Diamond hops over as now they have taken this fight into the crowd!!! Diamond clobbers ARIA with a strike while Cosmo recovers and nails Candice with a punch to the back of her head!! Rights and lefts being dished out!

Thadd Blazevich: WAIT A SECOND!! CANDICE JUST GRABBED SOMEONE’S FORK OUT OF THE CROWD AND– SHE STABS DIAMOND WITH THAT FORK RIGHT INTO HER EYEBROW!!!! DIAMOND IS IN UTTER PAIN AS CANDICE DROPS THE FORK AS SHE, DIAMOND, ARIA, AND COSMO HAVE MADE THEIR WAY TO THE STAIRCASE HERE AT ROGERS CENTRE.

Persephone: ARIA GOES FOR SHINING WIZARD TOWARDS COSMO, BUT COSMO DODGES IT AS ARIA HITS HER KNEE RIGHT ON THE STAIR GUARDRAIL IN THE MIDDLE!!!

Rich Russillo: COSMO TAKES ADVANTAGE AND LANDS A ROUNDHOUSE KICK TO ARIA!! COSMO BEGINS CLIMBING UP THE STAIRS WHILE CANDICE AND DIAMOND ARE GOING AT IT AS CANDICE NOW TAKES SOMEONE’S BOTTLE DRINK– AND SMASHES IT RIGHT ON DIAMOND’S HEAD!!! THEY MAKE THEIR WAY NEAR THE MIDDLE GUARDRAIL WHERE THE STAIRS ARE AS CANDICE GETS DIAMOND IN POSITION FOR A CASTLE’S CRUMBLING–

Thadd Blazevich: WAIT, BRO, LOOK OUT!!

Persephone: OKAY!

Rich Russillo: COSMO JUST SLID DOWN THE GUARDRAIL AND TOOK DOWN CANDICE WITH A CLOTHESLINE!!! SAVING DIAMOND FROM NAILED WITH CASTLES CRUMBLING THIS EARLY INTO THE MATCH!!!

Thadd Blazevich: NOW COSMO BEGINS STOMPING DOWN ON CANDICE AS DIAMOND RECOVERS!! DIAMOND BRO IS BACK ON HER FEET AS NOW SHE AND COSMO LIFT CANDICE AND– DELIVERS A DOUBLE POWERBOMB RIGHT ON THE GUARDRAIL!!! MY GOD, BRO CANDICE MAY BE BROKEN IN HALF!!!!!

Persephone: Many things I could say right now…

Rich Russillo: Now Diamond grabs a hold of someone’s beer as Cosmo has Candice’s left eye wide open and– DIAMOND JUST POURED BEER RIGHT INTO CANDICE’S LEFT EYE!!!! THAT HAS TO STING AS CANDICE IS WITHERING IN PAIN!!!

Thadd Blazevich: THAT IS SO NASTY BROSKI AND–

(SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.)

Persephone: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT???

Rich Russillo: ARIA IS BACK UP AND MANAGED TO FIND A FIRE EXTINGUISHER NEARBY AND SPRAYED IT TOWARDS COSMO AND DIAMOND!! THEY’RE BOTH BLINDED NOW AS ARIA GOES TOWARDS A BLINDED COSMO– AND DELIVERS A POP-UP POWERBOMB RIGHT ON THAT MIDDLE GUARDRAIL!! NOW HE FEELS THE PAIN THAT CANDICE HAD FELT!!!

Thadd Blazevich: Meanwhile, Candice– despite being in massive pain right now is up on her feet and HEATBUTTS DIAMOND RIGHT IN HER SKULL!! DIAMOND STUMBLES BACK AS CANDICE HAS HER POSITION AND– DELIVERS WITH AN EXPLODER ON THE CONCRETE FLOOR IN THE CROWD HERE AT ROGERS CENTER!!!

(Diamond feels that exploder suplex from Candice, and soon enough she starts making her way back towards the barricade, as Candice follows suit.)

Persephone: Diamond is right by the barricade now, as they look to be taking this match right back to the ringside. Diamond is leaning up against the barricade and–

Rich Russillo: CANDICE COMES RUNNING IN WITH A FLYING EUROPEAN UPPERCUT!!!! SENDING HER DIAMOND OVER THE BARRICADE AND BACK TO RINGSIDE!!!!! THEY ARE BOTH DOWN AND OUT FROM THAT COLLISION!!

Thadd Blazevich: MEANWHILE ARIA AND COSMO ARE STILL FIGHTING THROUGH THE CROWD WITH MANY PUNCHES BEING THROWN TO EACH OTHER!!!! THEY HAVE MADE THEIR NEAR THE MASSIVE STAGE AREA HERE AT PAIN FOR PRIDE! COSMO AND ARIA GOING AT RIGHT NOW BROS AS ARIA WANTS A GLITCH IN THE MATRIX ON THAT CONCRETE FLOOR— BUT COSMO FIGHTS OUT OF IT!!!! COSMO THEN TURNS AROUND AND–

Persephone: HE DELIVERS A GERMAN SUPLEX RIGHT ON THE SIDE OF THE STAGE!!! ARIA LANDS HEADFIRST FROM THAT GERMAN AS COSMO GRABS A HOLD OF ARIA BY HER HAIR AS HE’S NOW DRAGGING HER BACK THROUGH THE CROWD AND PRESUMABLY BACK TO RINGSIDE!!

Rich Russillo: Candice is back up on her feet as she picks Diamond up and sends her back into the ring, and now she looks underneath for a weapon, and– SHE PULLS OUT A TUB FULL OF LIGHT TUBES!!! SHE SLIDES THAT IN THE RING AS– SHE’S LOOKING AND– SHE BRINGS A MINI GLASS PANE!! SHE SLIDES INTO THE RING AND LOOKS TO USE IT ON DIAMOND–

Thadd Blazevich: BUT DIAMOND CATCHES CANDICE’S ARM BEFORE SHE COULD USE THAT GLASS PANE!!! IT’S A TUG OF WAR OF WHO MANAGES TO GET OUT OF THIS SITUATION AT ONE PIECE AS–

Persephone: COSMO JUST ENTERED BACK INTO THE RING AND SNATCHES THE GLASS PANE FROM CANDICE!! HE JUST SENT ARIA FLYING OVER THE BARRICADE AS SHE LIES ON THE GROUND!! DIAMOND DELIVERS WITH A BIG BOOT TO CANDICE AS SHE TURNS AROUND–

(SMASH!!!)

Rich Russillo: SMASHED WITH THE GLASS PANE!!!! COSMO DELIVERS THAT SHOT TO CANDICE AS SHE GOES DOWN AS HE MAKES THE COVER NOW!!!

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEE!!

Referee: TWOOOOOOOO!!

Thadd Blazevich: CANDICE KICKS OUT!!! SHE GETS THE SHOULDERS UP AS COSMO AND DIAMOND LOOK AT EACH OTHER AS THEY CONTINUE THE BEATDOWN ON CANDICE!! Diamond bro just noticed the tub of light tubs as she picks one up– AND IS ABOUT TO USE IT ON CANDICE BLAIR!!!!

(BANGGGG!!!)

Rich Russillo: ARIA IS BACK IN THE RING AND NAILS DIAMOND WITH A STEEL PIPE SHE GOT UNDERNEATH THE RING! WE MUST HAVE NOT NOTICED IT AS SHE DELIVERS THAT STEEL PIPE TO THE BACK OF DIAMOND!! COSMO GOES TOWARDS ARIA WITH A CLOTHESLINE– BUT ARIA DODGES IT AND DELIVERS COSMO WITH A STEEL PIPE SHOT TO HIS MIDSECTION!!! THE SAME MIDSECTION THAT WAS SCRAPED EARLIER WITH BARBED WIRE!!

Thadd Blazevich: COSMO BRO IS DOWN ON ONE KNEE AS ARIA STEPS BACK AND– DELIVERS WITH A SHINING WIZARD!! SHE NAILS THAT RIGHT ON COSMO’S FACE AS SHE GOES FOR THE COVER AND THE WIN!!!

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEE!!

Referee: TWOOOOOOOO!!

Persephone: COSMO GETS HIS SHOULDERS UP!!!

Rich Russillo: ARIA wastes no time and checks in on Candice, who’s telling her she’s okay even though there is so much blood being dripped out of Candice’s head! Candice was in this same environment last year when she faced Selina Reyes as ARIA goes towards Cosmo– AND LOCKS IN A CROSS ARMBREAKER!!! ANOTHER SUBMISSION MANEUVER AS COSMO MAY BE IN TROUBLE HERE!!!

Thadd Blazevich: THAT’S NOT ALL. CANDICE GOES TO COSMO’S OTHER ARM AND IS APPLYING JOINT MANIPULATION, CAUSING EVEN MORE PAIN AND DISCOMFORT TO COSMO!!!

Persephone: ARIA and Candice got Cosmo in the device right now, Crodie, my god fam!!

Thadd Blazevich: Why are you talking like that, bro???

Persephone: I picked some Toronto slang, so what???

Rich Russillo: Persephone isn’t necessarily wrong, though, as Cosmo is in a tough predicament right now– BUT DIAMOND COMES IN A RUNNING SENTON TO ARIA WHO WAS LYING ON THE GROUND FOR THAT ARMBREAKER!!! CANDICE INSTANTLY LETS GO OF TRYING TO BREAK COSMO’S FINGERS AS SHE GOES FOR A SUPERKICK!!!

Thadd Blazevich: BUT DIAMOND SEES THAT COMING AND MOVES OUT OF THE WAY!! CANDICE TURNS AROUND AND GOES FOR A CHOP– BUT IS MET WITH A SHOULDER TACKLE!!!!! CANDICE LIES FLAT ON THE GROUND AS DIAMOND NOW TAKES ANOTHER LIGHT TUBE OUT OF THE TUB AND—

Persephone: YES YES YES!!!

Rich Russillo: DIAMOND IS LUGGING THAT LIGHT TUBE RIGHT ON CANDICE’S LEFT EYE!!!! SHE MIGHT TRY TO IMPALE CANDICE WITH THE LIGHT TUBE AT THIS POINT, AS CANDICE IS SCREAMING IN PAIN!!!!

Thadd Blazevich: Now Diamond lets go– BUT THEN SMASHES THAT LIGHT TUBE RIGHT ON THE HEAD OF CANDICE!! EVEN MORE BLOOD IS POURING OUT AS CANDICE LOOKS LIKE SHE’S BEEN INVOLVED IN A CAR ACCIDENT!!!

Persephone: Now Cosmo is starting to get back on his feet as he rolls out the ring and looks underneath the ring and– PULLS OUT A PIZZA CUTTER!!!! BUT LOOK IN THE RING!!

Rich Russillo: ARIA DELIVERS A BACKSTABBER TO DIAMOND!!!! DIAMOND GOES DOWN AS ARIA TURNS AROUND AND– COSMO NAILS ARIA WITH THAT PIZZA CUTTER RIGHT ON HER FOREHEAD!!! BEFORE ARIA CAN EVEN HIT THE GROUND, COSMO CATCHES ARIA AND–

Thadd Blazevich: SHE PLACES ARIA INTO A CROSSFACE CHICKENWING– AND USES THE PIZZA CUTTER RIGHT ON THE BRIDGE OF HER NOSE!!! BLOOD IS POURING OUT OF THAT AREA FROM ARIA NOW AS THIS COULD BE BAD NEWS BRO REALLY BAD NEWS!!!

Persephone: BUT CANDICE IS BACK UP, AND SHE STOPS THE SUBMISSION BEFORE COSMO COULD EVEN CONTINUE IT!!! CANDICE IS NAILING HEAVY SHOTS TO THE MIDSECTION OF COSMO, AND EVEN THOUGH THAT LEFT EYE IS HEAVILY DAMAGED… CANDICE ISN’T GIVING UP UNTIL SHE PHYSICALLY CAN’T GO!!

Rich Russillo: CANDICE BRINGS COSMO BACK TO HIS FEET AND– LOOKS TO GO FOR CASTLES CRUMBLING HERE!!!

(SMASH!!!)

Thadd Blazevich: DIAMOND BRO JUST NAILS CANDICE WITH AN ELECTRIC GUITAR!!! SHE SMASHES THAT RIGHT ON CANDICE’S BACK, AS YET AGAIN HER ATTEMPT TO USE CASTLES CRUMBLING DID NOT WORK AS COSMO AND DIAMOND SAVED EACH OTHER FROM CANDICE USING THAT MOVE!!!

Persephone: ARIA IS STARTING TO GET UP, LEANING TOWARDS THE ROPES AS DIAMOND RUNS TOWARDS HER– AS ARIA DUMPS DIAMOND OVER THE TOP ROPE!! COSMO TRIES TO GO AFTER ARIA AS WELL– BUT SHES DODGES AS HE GETS SENT FLYING FROM THE MIDDLE ROPE!!!

Rich Russillo: Both Diamond and Cosmo are on the outside of the ring as ARIA springboards over the top rope, changes her position– AND GOES FOR SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT TO THE OUTSIDE TO BOTH DIAMOND AND COSMO!! THE TORONTO CROWD IS GOING WILD HERE AS THESE TWO TEAMS ARE GOING MENTAL FOR THIS MATCH AS THEY SHOULD!!

Thadd Blazevich: ARIA bro slides back into the ring as soon as Candice meets her, as the two nod at each other before rolling to the outside near our commentary booth. They look underneath the ring– AS THEY PULL OUT A DOOR!!! THEY SLIDE THAT DOOR BACK IN THE RING AS NOW ARIA PULLS OUT TWO CHAIRS FROM UNDERNEATH THE RING AS BOTH CANDICE AND ARIA ENTER BACK INTO THE RING AND PLACE THOSE CHAIRS ON EACH SIDE AND PLACE THE DOOR ON TOP OF IT NEAR ONE OF THE CORNERS!!

Persephone: BUT DIAMOND AND COSMO HAVE RECOVERED AS THEY RUSH TOWARDS THE RING AS– BOTH TEAMS ARE BRAWLING WITH ONE ANOTHER AGAIN!!! PURE HATRED BEING DISPLAYED BY BOTH SIDES HERE!!!!

Rich Russillo: ARIA AND CANDICE MANAGED TO STUN COSMO AND DIAMOND HERE AS THEY LOOK AT EACH OTHER AND GO FOR SUPERKICKS AT BOTH OF THEM!!!

Thadd Blazevich: BUT THEY DODGED IT!!! AS DIAMOND DELIVERS A BIG BOOT TO ARIA WHILE COSMO TAKES CANDICE DOWN WITH A SCORPIAN KICK!! ARIA HITS THE MAT WHILST DIAMONDS AND COSMO BRING CANDICE TO THAT CORNER WHERE THEY SET UP THAT DOOR AND–

Persephone: THEY’RE POSITIONING TO LAND A DOUBLE CRUFIX POWERBOMB ONTO THAT DOOR!!!

Rich Russillo: CANDICE GETS OUT OF IT AS SHE STUMBLES TO THE OPPOSITE CORNER!!! DIAMOND GOES RUNNING TOWARDS HER– BUT IS MET WITH A SPINNING WHEEL KICK!!! IT TAKES DIAMOND OUT!! COSMO NOW RUSHES TOWARDS CANDICE– AND TRIES TO GO FOR COLDEST WINTER!!!

Thadd Blazevich: BUT CANDICE BRO MOVES OUT THE WAY!!! THE SPEAR DOESN’T CONNECT AS COSMO TURNS OUT– AND IS MET WITH HEADSCISORS TAKEDOWN!! COSMO STUMBS BACK ON HIS FEET AS CANDICE GETS A HOLD OF COSMO AND–

Persephone: AND IS MET WITH RAGS TO RICHES ON THE DOOR!!! COSMO CRASHES INTO IT!!! THAT WHEELBARROW FACEBUSTER CONNECTS AS CANDICE GOES FOR THE COVER!!!!

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEE!!

Referee: TWOOOOOOOO!!

Rich Russillo: BUT COSMO GETS HIS SHOULDERS UP HERE!!! CANDICE IS A BIT ANNOYED, BUT THAT ISN’T STOPPING HER AS SHE TOWARDS ARIA WHO IS STARTING TO GET UP– BUT DIAMOND FROM OUTSIDE GRABS A HOLD OF ARIA AS SHE DROPS TO THE GROUND FACEFIRST!!! SHE SLIDES HER OUT TO THE OUTSIDE AND– SMACKS HER RIGHT INTO THE CORNER RINGPOST!!!!!

Thadd Blazevich: CANDICE QUICKLY EXITS BETWEEN THE ROPES AND TRIES TO GO FOR A FLYING FOREARM TO DIAMOND FROM THE RING APPRON– BUT DIAMOND CATCHES HER AND– LANDS A FALLAWAY SLAM ONTO THE BARRICADE!!! DIAMON BRINGS ARIA BRO BACK INTO THE RING, WHO SEEMS TO BE STUMBLING ON HER FEET AS SHE TURNS AROUND–

Persephone: SPEAR!! DIAMOND DIXON CONNECTS WITH THE SPEAR AS ARIA GOES DOWN AND THIS MAY BE IT!!!

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEE!!

Referee: TWOOOOOOOO!!

Rich Russillo: ARIA GETS HER SHOULDERS UP!!! THIS MATCH CONTINUES!!!! Diamond doesn’t look all too happy, but he heads towards Cosmo, who’s beginning to recover as they roll out of the ring and begin to look underneath. What the hell could they be trying to find now???

Thadd Blazevich: OH MY GOD BRO!! IT’S A GLASS TABLE!!! DIAMOND AND COSMO HAVE BROUGHT OUT A GLASS TABLE FOR THIS MATCH AND– THEY’RE STILL NOT DONE???? BRO WHAT ELSE COULD THEY FIND??

Persephone: A WHITE BAG????

(Cosmo takes the white bag, loosens the knot, and places it on top of the glass table…)

Rich Russillo: IT’S THUMBTACKS!!! THUMBTACKS ON THE GLASS TABLE!!!! THIS MAY BE DOUBLE PAIN TO WHOEVER GETS PUT THROUGH THAT!!! DIAMOND AND COSMO PLACE THAT OUTSIDE THE RING AS DIAMOND GOES TOWARDS AN AWAKENING ARIA AND–

Thadd Blazevich: PHOENIX CUTTER!!!! THE CUTTER CONNECTS TO ARIA AS SHE MAKES THE COVER ON DIAMOND NOW!!!! COSMO NOTICES THIS AND RUSHES THE RING!!!

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEE!!

Referee: TWOOOOOOOO!!

Persephone: AND COSMO BREAKS IT UP TIME!!! COSMO BRING ARIA UP AND– DELIVERS WITH A GAMENGIRI!!! ARIA IS STUNNED AS COSMO STEPS BACK– AND DELIVERS WITH A READY TO DIE!!! THE TORNADO KICK DELIVERS AS NOW COSMO GOES FOR THE COVER ON ARIA!!!

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEE!!

Referee: TWOOOOOOOO!!

Rich Russillo: NOW CANDICE BREAKS UP THE PIN!!!! SHE PULLS COSMOS LEGS FROM THE HARD CAMERA SIDE OF THE RING AS– CANDICE IS DELIVERING SOME MACHINEGUN CHOPS TO COSMO– BUT IT’S TOWARDS HIS MIDSECTION, WHICH AGAIN IS HEAVILY BRUISED AND TORN UP!

Thadd Blazevich: CANDICE BRO MAY BE GOING FOR SOMETHING HERE– BUT DIAMOND COMES IN WITH A DROPKICK TO THE BACK OF CANDICE’S HEAD!!! SHE GOES DOWN AS DIAMOND NOW GRABS A HOLD OF CANDICE AS SHE DRAGS TO WHERE SHE PLACED THE THUMBTACK PLACED GLASS TABLE– AND I THINK THIS IS BAD NEWS, BROS!!

Persephone: RIP CANDICE! She will be remembered by some…

Rich Russillo: DIAMOND GRABS CANDICE BY THE THROAT AND– IS GOING FOR A CHOKESLAM ON THAT GLASS TABLE–

Thadd Blazevich: BUT CANDICE IS ELBOWING DIAMOND!!! SHE’S FIGHTING THE BEST SHE CAN!!!

Persephone: BUT DIAMOND DELIVERS WITH A HEATBUTT OF HER OWN!!! DOING WHAT CANDICE DID EARLIER, AS IT LOOKS LIKE IT MIGHT BE IT FOR CANDICE— WAIT!!

(Suddenly, a massive amount of cheers would rock the Rogers Center.)

Rich Russillo: ARIA JUST CAME RUNNING IN AND DELIVERED WITH A J4A!!! JUSTICE 4 ALL CONNECTS!! THE RUNNING KNEE STRIKE TO DIAMOND AS ARIA SAVES HER PARTNER FROM SMASHING INTO THAT GLASS TABLE!! CANDICE IS DROPPED TO THE GROUND AND SLOWLY CRAWLS NEAR THE BARRICADE!! DIAMOND IS RESTING NEAR THE STEPS AS ARIA MAY HAVE SAVED–

(Those cheers, however, would quickly turn into utter shock.)

(SMAAAASHHHHHHH!!!)

Thadd Blazevich: OH MY GOD BROSKIS!!!

Persephone: WHAT THE–

Rich Russillo: COSMO JUST NAILED HOLLOW POINT FROM THE TOP ROPE ONTO THE OUTSIDE TO AN UNSUSPECTING ARIA WHO GOES THROUGH THE GLASS TABLE PLACED WITH THUMBTACKS!!!! COSMO ROLLS FORWARD AND LIES ON THE GROUND AS ARIA IS COMPLETELY OUT OF IT!!!

(The camera then shows ARIA lying on her stomach, with her back being shown, and you can see the shards of glass and thumbtacks placed all around her body. Fans are in disbelief as they may have changed the tides for both Cosmo and Diamond.)

Thadd Blazevich: AWWW DUDE!

Persephone: I LOVE THIS GAME THIS IS THE SHIT I LOVE!!

Rich Russillo: WHAT IS THERE TO LOVE ARIA ISN’T MOVING HERE AND LOOKS COMPLETELY OUT OF IT!! CANDICE IS SEEING THIS AT THE BARRICADE LOOKING TRAUMATIZED!! NOW COSMO RUSHES TOWARDS CANDICE AND DELIVERS A CHARGING BACK ELBOW!!! COSMO NOW BRINGS CANDICE BACK TO THE RING AND– SPRINGBOARDS UP FOR A DANCE MACABRE!!! THE SPRINGBOARD DDT DELIVERS AS HE GOES FOR THE COVER!!

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEE!!

Referee: TWOOOOOOOOO!!

Referee: THREEEEEEEEE!!

Referee: ………….

Thadd Blazevich: CANDICE BRO KICKS OUT!!! COSMO IS FRUSTRATED HERE AS SOON ENOUGH DIAMOND RE-ENTERS THE FRAME AND– CANDICE IS ALL BY HERSELF!! COSMO STANDS BY SIDE DIAMOND AS CANDICE LEANS BACK ON THE ROPES LOOKING AT BOTH OF THEM! DIAMOND AND COSMO NOD AT EACH OTHER BEFORE THEY BRING CANDICE UP TO HER–

Persephone: BUT SOMEHOW SOME WAY!!! CANDICE IS FIGHTING BACK!!! SHE DELIVERS A FOREARM TO COSMO!! A FOREARM TO DIAMOND!!! COSMO TRIES TO GO FOR AN ENZIGURI!!! BUT CANDICE DODGES IT AND DELIVERS WITH A SAITO SUPLEX TO COSMO!!!

Rich Russillo: DIAMOND TURNS CANDICE AROUND– BUT CANDICE DELIVERS WITH A SUPERKICK!!! IT STUNS DIAMOND MOMENTARILY!!! CANDICE DELIVERS WITH ANOTHER SUPERKICK!! DIAMOND IS STUNNED AGAIN AS CANDICE RUNS FROM THE ROPES AND BACK–

Thadd Blazevich: COSMO BRO IS BACK WITH A HANDSPRING ELBOW TO CANDICE!! SHE GOES TO THE GROUND AS SOON ENOUGH DIAMOND AND COSMO BEGIN TO STOMP OUT CANDICE, WHO ISN’T WELL LIKED HERE IN TORONTO

Persephone: This is a numbers game, folks! ARIA is pretty much dead right now, and Candice has to fight this battle all by herself.

Rich Russillo: Diamond brings Candice up to her and– HAS HER LOCKED IN WITH A BEARHUG!! CANDICE IS GASPING FOR AIR AS COSMO RUNS UP AND DELIVERS A SCORPIAN KICK RIGHT ON CANDICE’S HEAD WHILE SHE WAS IN THAT BEAR HUG!! SHE DROPS TO THE GROUND AS COSMO AND DIAMOND HAVE ALL THE ADVANTAGE HERE!!

Cosmo Goldworthy: (off-mic) It’s time to end this shit!

Thadd Blazevich: Cosmo bro picks Candice up again and sends her towards Diamond, who lifts her– AND DELIVERS WITH A FACELIFT FACEBUSTER!!!! CANDICE GOES DOWN AS DIAMOND NOW GOES FOR THE COVER!!!

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEE!!

Referee: TWOOOOOOOOO!!

Referee: THREEEEEEEEE!!

Referee: ………….

Referee: ………….

Persephone: Oh fuck off

Rich Russillo: CANDICE GETS HER SHOULDERS UP!! SHE IS STILL IN THIS MATCH!!!! DIAMOND AND COSMO ARE IRATE AS THEY THOUGHT THAT WAS IT FOR CANDICE!! CANDICE IS A WOMAN WITH ALL THE FIGHT AND THE WILL TO NOT GIVE UP, NO MATTER WHAT!!!

Thadd Blazevich: Candice is on her knees, with the blood trickling down as Candice bro looks like she went through six different hours here in the six!! Cosmo and Diamond look down at Candice, who throws another punch to Cosmo and another one to Diamond, but doesn’t have the same energy to fire that she had before.

Persephone: Cosmo now brings Candice up again and– SLAPS HER RIGHT IN THE FACE BEFORE BRINGING HER BACK TOWARDS DIAMOND— AS DIAMOND GOES FOR ANOTHER FACELIFT!!!

Rich Russillo: BUT WAIT A MINUTE, CANDICE REVERSES INTO VICTORY ROLL!! SHE COULD THE STEAL THE WIN HERE!!!

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEE!!

Thadd Blazevich: BUT COSMO BREAKS IT UP RIGHT AWAY! ONLY GETTING ONE COUNT AS HE CONTINUES EVEN MORE STOMPS TOWARDS CANDICE!! DIAMOND LOOKS ANGRY AS SHE TELLS COSMO SOMETHING!

Persephone: DIAMOND HOLDS CANDICE UP AGAIN AND– COSMO DELIVERS COLDEST WINTER THE SPEAR CONNECTS!!! CANDICE HAS BEEN IT TWO FINISHING BLOWS THIS HAS TO BE IT!!

Rich Russillo: BUT DIAMOND AND COSMO AREN’T PINNING CANDICE, THEY WANT TO MAKE SURE SHE DOESN’T KICK OUT THE NEXT TIME THEY GO FOR THAT COVER!! DIAMOND ROLLS OUT TO THE RING AND LOOKS UNDERNATH AND–

(The audience has an even more shocked expression at what Diamond pulls out under the ring…)

Persephone: ????

Rich Russillo: THAT IS A TABLE FILLED WITH EXPLOSIVES!!! WHAT KIND OF SICK MONSTER PUT THAT UNDER THE RING!!! DIAMOND AND COSMO MAY JUST WANT PHYSICALLY KILL CANDICE TONIGHT AND NOT HAVE HER KICK OUT!!!

Thadd Blazevich: I got a bad feeling about this, bro…

Persephone: YOU THINK? It’s a table filled with explosives. Of course, something “bad” is going to happen, but for me? I live for something like this!

Rich Russillo: Diamond has that table set up on the outside as she jumps onto the apron! Cosmo brings a dead to right Candice Blair over to the top rope and lifts her! Cosmo then climbs over the top rope and stands over the beam holding the middle turnbuckle. Someone please just stop this already, THIS MATCH IS OVER!!!

Persephone: You snooze, you lose, Rich HA!

Thadd Blazevich: COSMO BRO NOW GOT CANDICE LIFTED AS DIAMOND IS HELPING OUT AS THEY MAY BE LOOKING AT A DOUBLE POWERBOMB THROUGH THAT TABLE FILLED WITH EXPLOSIVES!!

Persephone: THEY’RE GOING FOR IT!!!!

(KABOOOOOOOOM!!)

(…………………….)

(…………………….)

(…………………….)

(…………………….)

(Somebody went through that explosive table….)

(… but it wasn’t Candice.)

Rich Russillo: DIAMOND JUST WENT THROUGH THE TABLE!!! THE EXPLOSION IS HUGE HERE AT THE ROGERS CENTER AS EVERYONE IS IN SHOCK ABOUT WHAT JUST HAPPENED!! DIAMOND ISN’T MOVING–

Thadd Blazevich: ALL THANKS TO ARIA!!!

Persephone: WHAT!

Rich Russillo: ARIA WITH EVERY ENERGY SHE HAD DELIVERED ANOTHER J4A RUNNING KNEE TO DIAMOND FROM THE RING TO THE ARPON!!! SHE WENT CRASHING INTO THAT TABLE AS CANDICE MANGES TO GET OUT OF THAT POWERBOMB POSITION FROM THE TOP ROPE!!

Thadd Blazevich: ARIA BRO JUST MADE THE SAVE TO CANDICE AT THE LAST SECOND AS NOW COSMO SEEING ARIA THERE JUMPS ON THE APRON AND GOES FOR ‘GOLD RUSH’ SLINGSHOT SOMMERSAULT LARIAT—

Persephone: WHAT!

Rich Russillo: ARIA INTERCEPTS IT WITH A J4A!!! SHE NAILS IT AGAIN THIS TIME HITTING COSMO WITH IT AS HE TRIED GOING FOR THE GOLD RUSH!! COSMO IS DOWN ON HIS KNEES, LOOKING BATTERED FROM WHAT HAD JUST OCCURRED! ARIA HAS FOUND LIFE IN THIS MATCH WHERE WE DIDN’T THINK SHE WAS GOING TO COME BACK!!

Thadd Blazevich: Candice comes back into the ring and grabs two light tubes from the tub she brought in before and hands one over to ARIA! Both broskis have light tubes in their hand as they look at each other before looking at Cosmo, who is down on his knees–

(SMAAAASHHHHHHH!!!)

Rich Russillo: CON-LIGHT TUBES!!! ARIA AND CANDICE JUST SMASHED LIGHTTUBES AT THE EXACT SAME TIME TO COSMO!! ARIA NAILS IT RIGHT IN FRONT OF COSMO’S FACE WHILE CANDICE DELIVERED THE LIGHT ON THE BACK OF COSMO’S HEAD!! COSMO IS BLEEDING EVERYWHERE AS NOW CANDICE GETS A HOLD OF COSMO AND–

Thadd Blazevich: CASTLES CRUMBLING!!! THE DESTROYER CONNECTS AS CANDICE GOES FOR THE COVER HERE!!

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEE!!

Referee: TWOOOOOOOOO!!

Referee: THREEEEEEEEE!!

Referee: ………….

Referee: ………….

(DING! DING! DING!)

Bella Braxton: YOUR WINNERS OF THIS MATCH… CANDICE BLAIR AND ARIA!!!!

(‘Dynasty’ by Rina Sawayama begins to play as the crowd here in Toronto is in a frenzy over what just happened! Candice and ARIA lie down with their blood being covered and the mental exhaustion that came here, but they managed to come out of this war as winners. They both slowly get up, and their arms are raised by the referee!)

Rich Russillo: What an incredible war that was! Both teams gave it everything they had, and I thought once ARIA was taken out… I didn’t think it was going to end up like this! ARIA recovered even after that glass thumbtack table moment as she and Candice leave Pain for Pride tonight as winners!!

Thadd Blazevich: Don’t take anything away from Cosmo and Diamond; they were absolutely wicked dudes. Great effort by them, but both look to be in serious damage following that I mean… DIAMOND JUST WENT THROUGH AN EXPLOSIVE TABLE BRO!!

Persephone: Yeah, Yeah whatever…

Rich Russillo: Anyways… Congrats to Candice and ARIA for an amazing victory here tonight!!

(Medical staff check on both Cosmo and Diamond as the final scene would see ARIA and Candice holding each other up and making their way up the ramp as Pain for Pride XIX continues on!)

(Commercial airs promoting “Better Wear Ya Cuda” featuring Michael Machina.)

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(The camera slowly pans to the ring now as it shows all of the competitors of the 24/7 Battle Royale standing all together inside of it, all of them ready for the upcoming match. The camera slowly turns now to Bella in the outside.)

Bella Braxton: THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS THE 24/7 BATTLE ROYALE! Elitists participating in this match must outlast one another by eliminating their opponents over the top rope and the last individual remaining will be awarded the 24/7 Contract at the conclusion of the match which will secure them a future championship opportunity… AND IT STARTS NOW!

(DING! DING! DING!)

Gavin Kirkland: AND WE HAVE OFFICIALLY STARTED OFF THIS MATCH! OH GOD, THIS IS GOING TO GO SO BAD!

Persephone: Can you stop being a dumbass for two seconds? I would like to see them tear each other apart at the start too but they are not doing that for some reason.

Stew-O: There is usually a gigantic amount of people in the 24/7 Battle Royale but for this year, there is a little bit of leeway with 12 people. Still a lot of people inside of a ring but there is some space to start planning some things.

Gavin Kirkland: There is some tension with everyone looking at one another, before…

Grace de Luca: (off-mic) Alright, alright, some of you two are scaredy cats, I see! Well then it is MY time to step up!

(Grace suddenly walks forward and then she stands in the middle of the ring with a confident grin on her face, surprisingly wanting someone to step up to her!)

Gavin Kirkland: Well, hey, look at Grace! I am glad that she ended up getting over her stage fright.

Stew-O: Stage fright as in the sense that she will look for whatever opportunity she gets to avoid being broken in half? In that sense she would indeed have some. But at least she is going out there and daring everyone else to go and fight her. Let us see-

(It doesn’t take long before someone steps up.)

(KELIN.)

Grace de Luca: https://tenor.com/bS2dn.gif

KELIN: (off-mic) I believe we have some unfinished business, no?

Persephone: Lol.

Stew-O: GRACE IMMEDIATELY TURNS AROUND AND THEN RUNS AWAY! She ends up dropping down onto the mat and then rolls under the bottom rope, she is not out that way, remember!

Gavin Kirkland: BUT KELIN IS RIGHT AFTER HER! KELIN drops down himself and rolls through the bottom rope! Grace tries to hop over the barricade- BUT KELIN IS ABLE TO CATCH UP THIS TIME! SHE GRABS HER FROM HER HAIR!

Grace de Luca: AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

Stew-O: AND AS GRACE SCREAMS THE OTHER WRESTLERS IN THE RING RUSH FORWARD, CHAOS APPEARING LOUD AND CLEAR NOW! EVERYONE FOR THEMSELVES HERE AND NOW!

Gavin Kirkland: ALMOST IMMEDIATELY IT IS ERIS AND SAYURI GOING AT EACH OTHER! These women have involved themselves in many ways ever since they first got here in Elite Answers Wrestling, and they have been in opposite sides since that first day! Just as today it is not different for the two of them!

Persephone: Wha- hey! I am supposed to say the Voltage tidbits! How the hell do you know?

Gavin Kirkland: I pay close attention to the women!

Persephone: Of course you fucking do. Well I sadly have to agree with you that they are trying to tear apart each other right off the bat! Sayuri tries to hit Eris down with a Roundhouse Kick but Eris is able to duck down and then go behind her! SHE PUSHES HER TO THE ROPES! THROW HER ASS OVER!

Stew-O: NO! SAYURI IS ABLE TO LAND A BACK ELBOW TOWARDS THE JAW OF ERIS! Eris ends up stumbling but that gives Sayuri the chance- TO TACKLE HER DOWN ONTO THE MAT! The two ladies are rolling around the mat throwing shots at each other!

Gavin Kirkland: Damien tries to push someone over the ropes! Damien is trying to push Rei to the ropes and somehow get her over but as he tries to lift her up, Rei is able to send an elbow down towards his head! Damien struggles and then backs away, Jamie rushing over after- HITTING AN ENZUIGIRI RIGHT AGAINST THE SIDE OF REI’S HEAD! Rei falls against the ropes and falls though, Jamie can’t lift her up when she is heavier than her though! Jamie tries to turn-

Persephone: THE EMO BITCH OF CAROLINE HITS JAMIE RIGHT ACROSS HER HEAD WITH A ROLLING KICK! Her heel meets against her face right there, but as she rises up- HOLLY ALMOST TAKES HER HEAD OFF WITH A DISCUS LARIAT! BUT AS SHE GETS UP- HALSEY FROM BEHIND! TAKES HER DOWN WITH A GERMAN SUPLEX! JUST AS WINONA RUNS TOWARDS A RISING HALSEY AND THEN GETS HER DOWN TOO WITH A RUNNING FOREARM! YEEEESSS! KILL EACH OTHER!

Gavin Kirkland: Well look at you all excited!

Persephone: And just like that all of my excitement is gone, I hate it here again, thanks Gavin.

Gavin Kirkland: No worries!

Persephone:

Stew-O: Please don’t break your chair over his head, Persephone. Back to the action, Grace has somehow held up her scream through all of that sequence, quite impressive if you ask me, as KELIN is able to pull her off of the barricade and then grab her by her waist- LIFTING HER UP ONTO THE AIR! HE WANTS TO SLAM HER BACK FIRST AGAINST THE EDGE OF THE RING APRON!

Gavin Kirkland: BUT BY SOME MIRACLE GRACE IS ABLE TO REACH FORWARD AND THEN GRAB ONTO THE TOP ROPE OF THE RING! KELIN brought her high enough so she could grab onto it! She struggles on his grasp trying to break free!

Persephone: COME ON, KELIN, BREAK HER IN HALF FOR ME!

Stew-O: But Grace is able to get a kick in and then escape away from KELIN! She is able to break free and then go back inside of the ring! She scurries away and then she rises up to her feet, laughing maniacally!

Gavin Kirkland: AND DURING HER LAUGHING FIT ASHLYNN GOES BEHIND HER AND THEN HITS HER WITH A RUNNING PUMP KICK RIGHT TOWARDS HER BACK! Grace goes down hard onto the mat as Ashlynn tries to follow through, grabbing onto Grace and then trying to pick her back up to throw her over the top rope!

(But just as Ashlynn is about to go for it, she suddenly stops in her tracks. She feels a chill go down her spine as KELIN grabs tightly onto the ropes in front of her, pulling himself up to the ring apron as he stands above several feet in front of her.)

(Ashlynn quickly drops Grace to the ground and then she smiles brightly towards KELIN.)

Ashlynn Quinn: (off-mic) OH MY GOSH! KELIN, RIGHT?! It is such a pleasure to meet you! I want to say, up close like this, you look incredible… but you can look even more fabulous, I can give you some beauty tips later AS LONG as you do not attack me, okay? Part of Ashlynn!

(A grin ends up escaping out of KELIN once he hears what Ashlynn has to say.)

KELIN: (off-mic) A very tempting offer, Miss Quinn! But I am afraid, I am looking for something better that you just can’t give me.

Ashlynn Quinn: (off-mic) …Okay, I think that is wrong because I can also give you fashion tips, you know?

Stew-O: KELIN SNATCHES ASHLYNN BY HER THROAT!!!

Gavin Kirkland: AND THEN WITH INCREDIBLE POWER HE IS ABLE TO SHOVE HER BACK! ASHLYNN JUST WENT FLYING!!! KELIN enters back inside of the ring! DAMIEN TRIES TO RUN AT HIM- BUT HE LIFTS HIM UP! SPINEBUSTER RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!

Stew-O: KELIN RISES, JAMIE TRIES TO RUN AT HIM- BUT HE SCOOPS HER UP AS WELL! ANOTHER SPINEBUSTER! WINONA AND HOLLY RISE, TRYING TO RUN AT KELIN WITH A DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE-

Gavin Kirkland: JUST FOR HIM TO RUN THROUGH THEIR ARMS AND BREAK IT LIKE NOTHING! HE BOUNCES OFF THE ROPES AS THEY TURN- HE TAKES THEM DOWN WITH A DOUBLE LARIAT!!! WHAT THE HELL?!

Stew-O: CAROLINE JUMPS OFF THE CORNER AND THEN SHE JUMPS ONTO THE BACK OF KELIN! SHE TRIES TO LOCK IN A SLEEPER WHILE ON HIS SHOULDERS! REI TRIES TO RUN AT HIM-

Persephone: Dear Gawd.

Gavin Kirkland: AS HE POPS HER UP LIKE SHE WEIGHS NOTHING!!! HE SLAMS HER DOWN WITH A BLUE THUNDER! HE DOESN’T EVEN GO DOWN FOR IT! HE RUNS FORWARD!!!

Stew-O: HALSEY GOES DOWN HARD WITH A RUNNING EUROPEAN UPPERCUT! CAROLINE LETS GO FROM THE SUDDEN MOMENTUM AND GETS SENT FLYING! Eris and Sayuri finally let go of each other, trying to rise up!

Gavin Kirkland: WITH KELIN SNATCHING THE BOTH OF THEM UP! HE LIFTS THEM BOTH UP! LOOK AT THE STRENGTH OF KELIN!!!

Stew-O: ERIS GOES DOWN HARD WITH A CHOKESLAM!

Gavin Kirkland: AND KELIN FINALLY BRINGS SAYURI DOWN WITH AN URANAGE, SLAMMING HER DOWN RIGHT ON TOP OF ERIS MORTI!

Persephone: EVERYONE IN THE GODDAMN MATCH HAS BEEN LAID OUT BY KELIN!!!!

(The crowd rises in huge cheers, KELIN slamming his hands into his chest triumphantly and then posing right in the middle of the ring among the many bodies.)

(Everyone else slowly starts to push through the pain and realize what the hell just happened. Many of the competitors rise up slowly, quickly focusing on the gigantic problem that has just appeared for all of them. Grace though… rises her hands up, trying to get everyone’s attention, they want to ignore her again but she nervously rises her voice.)

Grace de Luca: (off-mic) Hey- HEY! I am serious this time, okay? Look… ladies… and Damien.

Damien Kutcher: (off-mic) Man, fuck you.

Grace de Luca: (off-mic) I WASN’T SAYING IT IN A BAD WAY, I SWEAR!!!

Damien Kutcher: (off-mic) Oh okay, continue.

(Grace scoffs, fixing up her hair quickly and then focusing once more.)

Grace de Luca: (off-mic) Right now, we have a common enemy here, if we just start going at each other, eventually, this… handsome surprisingly well-spoken man that can hit like a truck will beat all of us up! And I do not want that, just as you do not, obviously! So I want to propose… an alliance! To get him out! How about that?

(Surprisingly, there is some approving nods between the people around Grace with some having doubt. It is then that Halsey raises her hand, before speaking up.)

Halsey Neel: (off-mic) I have a better idea, why don’t we all work together to get YOU out instead?

(And somehow, the response to that proposition is a lot more approving than the last one.)

Grace de Luca: https://tenor.com/mA792yjiylZ.gif

Ashlynn Quinn: (off-mic) Okay I am down for that, but sadly, Grace has got a point! We all got laid out just like that! It is either getting rid of this walking destruction machine or the annoying loud mouth!

Grace de Luca: (off-mic) …I will ignore the insult because I genuinely want this to work, but yes! What do you say?

Jamie Valdez: (off-mic) Pfft, whatever. :woman_shrugging:

Winona Hendrickson: (off-mic) Can’t knock off trying it at least.

Holly Arrow: (off-mic) As long as it works.

Damien Kutcher: (off-mic) If Halsey is down with it, sure.

Halsey Neel: (off-mic) I’ll go for it if you don’t do anything stupid, De Luca!

Grace de Luca: (off-mic) I won’t!!! Okay, Sayuri, Eris, you can have a temporary truce meanwhile, alright?

Sayuri Himura: (off-mic) I don’t think I will do that.

Eris Morti: (off-mic) No.

Grace de Luca: (off-mic) Okay, well, as long as you don’t start fighting again while the plan is going on. You, weird girl!

Rei Oboro: (off-mic) I hate when toys fight back, and sadly, he is one of them. If we get rid of him, I will have all the peace in the world to tear all of you apart to pieces later…

Grace de Luca: (off-mic) …I’ll take that as a yes! CAROLINE!

(Caroline immediately turns away and then goes under the bottom rope, leaving the ring.)

Grace de Luca: (off-mic) WE DON’T NEED HER! LET’S GO THEN, PEOPLE! CHARGE!!!!!!

Stew-O: KELIN TURNS, READY FOR THEM! KELIN PUTS UP HIS ARMS AS WINONA AND HOLLY CHARGE AGAINST HIM FIRST! THEY THROW A BARRAGE OF STRIKES TOWARDS HIM, HE TRIES TO STAND HIS GROUND- BUT ERIS AND SAYURI JOIN AS WELL! KELIN is forced to back away now, being overwhelmed by the people attacking him!

Gavin Kirkland: THEY ARE ABLE TO GET HIM ON THE ROPES! COME ON, LADIES! GIRL POWER!!!! + Damien!

Persephone: This is so stupid.

Stew-O: KELIN IS AGAINST THE ROPES, WINONA, HOLLY, ERIS AND SAYURI GRAB ONTO HIM, TRYING TO LIFT HIM UP!

Gavin Kirkland: BUT KELIN DOESN’T BUDGE A SINGLE INCH! 4 PEOPLE CAN’T LIFT HIM UP! REI RUNS AND HELPS OUT! HE DOESN’T MOVE WITH FIVE!

Stew-O: JAMIE AND ASHLYNN JOIN IN! THEY ALL TRY TO BUDGE!!!

Gavin Kirkland: BUT KELIN STANDS LIKE A STONE STATUE! 7 PEOPLE TRYING TO LIFT HIM UP AND HE IS NOT BUDGING!!!

Grace de Luca: (off-mic) COME ON, GIRLS! GO, GO, GOOOOO!!!

(Holly stops pushing as she turns, and notices Grace not helping a single bit.)

Holly Arrow: (off-mic) GRACE! HELP US OUT?!?!?!?!

Grace de Luca: (off-mic) I AM! I AM GIVING YOU GIRLS SUPPORT FROM THE SIDE! COME ON, PUSH! YOU CAN DO IT!

(Grace continues to shout and scream in support for the 7 wrestlers. Damien is seeing this over from a few feet away, and then shakes his head in disappointment.)

Damien Kutcher: (off-mic) Yeah, I ain’t doing that shit.

Stew-O: KELIN SUDDENLY PUSHES FORWARD! HE PUSHES AND SENDS THE 7 OTHER WOMEN BACK! THE INCREDIBLE POWER!

Gavin Kirkland: HE TURNS AND FOCUSES ONCE MORE ON GRACE DE LUCA! GRACE COWERS AS KELIN MOVES FORWARD-

( ## SLAM!!!!!! )

Stew-O: CAROLINE CAME BACK! SHE THROWS A STEEL CHAIR RIGHT AT THE HEAD OF KELIN!!!! KELIN ends up wobbling on his feet from how hard Caroline threw it! He has to back away! Grace turns towards Caroline entering back inside!

Grace de Luca: (off-mic) See! I knew you were going to help out eventually, Caro-

Gavin Kirkland: CAROLINE WITH A ROUNDHOUSE TAKES GRACE DOWN!

Persephone: Wait… you can bring weapons into this match…?

Stew-O: Well, there aren’t any rules against that in a battle royale…

Persephone: …I am back into this thing.

Gavin Kirkland: AND I THINK EVERYONE ELSE HAS REALIZED WHAT CAROLINE HAS DISCOVERED! JAMIE AND REI RUSH TO LEAVE UNDER THE BOTTOM ROPE AND GO TO GRAB SOME WEAPONS!

Stew-O: ERIS TRIES TO FOLLOW THROUGH AND GO TO FIND A WEAPON HERSELF- BUT SAYURI DOESN’T LET HER! SHE GRABS HER FROM HER TRUNKS AND THEN PULLS HER IN, LIFTING HER UP HIGH!!! SHE DROPS HER DOWN HARD WITH A BACK SUPLEX! SHE ALMOST SPIKED ERIS RIGHT ON HER HEAD WITH THAT ONE THOUGH!

Gavin Kirkland: DAMIEN GOES TO ROLL UNDER THE BOTTOM ROPE, HALSEY RUNS FORWARD AND CLASHES WITH CAROLINE, STRIKES BEING THROWN BETWEEN THE TWO!

Persephone: I have found my smile once more.

Stew-O: Meanwhile Winona and Holly are getting up to their feet herself- AND THEY FOCUS ON EACH OTHER! CHOP TO THE CHEST FROM WINONA! FOREARM FROM HOLLY! Holly wants to go for an Uranage but Winona elbows her on the side of her head! She spins with her and hooks her head, Winona lifts her up to the sky! Going for a Snap Suplex!

Gavin Kirkland: With Holly escaping and slipping through! Neckbreaker attempt! Winona is able to reverse and then avoid the neckbreaker! Winona pushes Holly away and towards the ropes! Holly- BOUNCES OFF THE ROPES! HOLLY GATHERS THAT MOMENTUM! WINONA TRIES TO HIT HOLLY DOWN WITH A CLOTHESLINE!

Stew-O: HOLLY RISES UP HER LEG AND THEN KICKS WINONA’S ARM AWAY! KICK TO THE GUT! KNEE TO HER FACE FORCES HER TO RISE! HOLLY BACKS AWAY, AND THEN TRIES TO HIT WINONA DOWN WITH THE LARIAT!

Gavin Kirkland: WINONA DUCKS DOWN JUST IN TIME!

Stew-O: CHAIR SHOT TO THE HEAD!!!!

Persephone: JAMIE CAME BACK TO THE RING AND THEN HIT HOLLY OVER THE HEAD WITH THE CHAIR! YEEEEEES, MORE CTE!!!!

Gavin Kirkland: HOLLY COLLAPSES FROM THE SUDDEN PAIN TO HER HEAD! “FIERCE KICK” FROM JAMIE VALDEZ!!! JAMIE GRABS HOLLY, LIFTS HER- AND THEN THROWS HER RIGHT OVER THE TOP ROPE!!!!

Bella Braxton: HOLLY ARROW HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

Stew-O: And just like that, Holly Arrow is gone! Jamie Valdez leans against the ropes and waves goodbye towards Holly as she turns- WINONA WITH A THRUST KICK TOWARDS JAMIE! WINONA TRIES TO THROW JAMIE OVER!

Gavin Kirkland: BUT JAMIE HOLDS ONTO THE TOP ROPE! She doesn’t go out yet!

(Grace finally finds herself rising up to her feet, she sees everyone else fighting against each other but she focuses over on two people in specific, a grin appearing on her face as she gets up.)

Stew-O: SAYURI TRIES TO THROW ERIS OVER!

Gavin Kirkland: ERIS HOLDS ON! Sayuri tries to push her over the top rope but Eris is holding tightly onto the rope! She throws kick after kick towards Sayuri trying to force her back. Sayuri goes to push once more!

Persephone: GRACE DE LUCA COMES OUT OF NOWHERE AND THEN SHE BOTH THROWS SAYURI AND ERIS OVER THE TOP ROPE AT THE SAME TIME?! THE FUCK????

Stew-O: NO! ERIS AND SAYURI ARE BOTH ABLE TO HANG ON FROM THE TOP ROPE! And uh, Grace is already celebrating like she just eliminated them both.

Persephone: Dumb bitch.

Gavin Kirkland: GRACE QUICKLY NOTICES THOUGH! She turns and then goes to run the ropes in front of her, gathering momentum, and trying to focus on Sayuri! Going to hit her off!

Stew-O: AS SAYURI SUDDENLY HITS HER WITH A HEADBUTT AS SHE ARRIVES TOWARDS HER! GRACE GETS STOPPED IN HER TRACKS! SAYURI HOOKS HER ARMS AROUND HER HEAD, LIFTING HER UP OVER THE TOP ROPE!

Gavin Kirkland: FALCON ARROW!!!

Persephone: RIGHT OFF THE RING! THE DUMB BITCH IS GONE!

Bella Braxton: GRACE DE LUCA HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

Stew-O: Sayuri got Grace out! Eris uses that opportunity to slip back inside of the ring! Sayuri tries go after her as she goes through the ropes!

Gavin Kirkland: WITH DAMIEN HITTING SAYURI RIGHT OVER THE GUT WITH A KENDO STICK! AND THEN HE HITS HER AS WELL OVER THE BACK!

Stew-O: I think the wrestlers will have to worry about something else! Jamie tries to-

Gavin Kirkland: BUT REI OBORO IS BACK! SHE BREAKS A LIGHT TUBE RIGHT OVER THE BACK OF JAMIE VALDEZ! HUH?!

Persephone: AND THEN REI BREAKS ANOTHER ONE RIGHT OVER THE CHEST OF WINONA HENDRICKSON! OKAY, WEIRD GIRL, I SEE WHAT YOU ARE TRYING TO DO!!!

Stew-O: HALSEY TRIES TO BRING HER DOWN WITH A RUNNING KNEE STRIKE BUT REI SIDE STEPS! SHE TRIES TO SWING ANOTHER LIGHT TUBE HER WAY BUT HALSEY IS ABLE TO BACK AWAY, AVOIDING BEING HIT WITH IT!

Gavin Kirkland: CAROLINE TRIES TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF IT BUT DAMIEN COMES IN INSTEAD WITH THAT KENDO STICK, STOPPING CAROLINE ON HER TRACKS WITH A SWING TO HER LEG! DAMIEN STARTS TO LIGHT HER UP WITH IT!!!

Stew-O: THEY ARE LETTING REI GO CRAZY WITH THOSE LIGHT TUBES! SHE TURNS AND THEN SHE SWINGS RIGHT TOWARDS KELIN! IT BREAKS AGAINST HIM!

Gavin Kirkland: …BUT KELIN DOES NOT GO DOWN FROM IT!!!!!!

Stew-O: REI JUMPS AND LANDS A FOREARM! ANOTHER STRIKE FROM HER! SHE TURNS AND RUNS THE ROPES, GATHERING MOMENTUM-

Persephone: KELIN POPS HER UP AND THEN DROPS HER DOWN WITH A POWERBOMB LIKE AN USELESS SACK OF POTATOES!!!

Stew-O: REI FELL DOWN HARD FROM A GREAT HEIGHT!!! KELIN PICKS HER BACK UP, LIFTING HER UP IN AN URANAGE POSITION… BEFORE THEN THROWING HER RIGHT OVER THE TOP ROPE WITH THE URANAGE!!! FALLING STRAIGHT DOWN ONTO THE GROUND!!!!

Bella Braxton: REI OBORO HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

Gavin Kirkland: How are they even going to stop this man?!

Persephone: See now he stopped my fun, fuck him!

Stew-O: KELIN turns, ready to get back into the fray!

Gavin Kirkland: THE GIRLS WON’T LET HIM THOUGH! ASHLYNN RUNS FORWARD AND WITH A DROPKICK TO THE KNEE! She forces him to fall down! AS SAYURI IS ABLE TO TAKE HIM DOWN WITH A RUNNING KNEE STRIKE! THEY GOT HIM DOWN RIGHT NOW!

Stew-O: But without any chance to pick him up again! They will have to figure out a solution soon!

Gavin Kirkland: Meanwhile Damien has been left alone with that kendo stick! He has been analyzing who to go now at! He finally rushes towards Winona!

Stew-O: WINONA CATCHES THE KENDO STICK! SHE PULLS IT OFF OF DAMIEN’S HANDS! AS SHE SNAPS IT IN HALF OVER HER KNEE!!!

Persephone: …that shit was totally unnecessary, you could have just thrown it away.

Gavin Kirkland: It looked cool!

Persephone: Aurafarmer.

Stew-O: DAMIEN GOES FOR A CHEAP SHOT BUT WINONA STOPS IT! SHE TAKES HIM DOWN WITH A LARIAT!

Gavin Kirkland: ERIS TRIES TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THE SITUATION AND THEN PUSH WINONA TO THE ROPES!

Stew-O: Winona reverses it and then throws Eris instead towards the ropes, forcing her to bounce back, LIFTING HER UP! WINONA BRINGS HER DOWN WITH A HUGE SPINEBUSTER! Winona rolls back up to her feet in one motion! THRUST KICK TOWARDS HALSEY, BRINGS HER DOWN! SHE TURNS! THRUST KICK TOWARDS CAROLINE!

Gavin Kirkland: MY DARK EMO QUEEN IS ABLE TO ROLL UNDER THE THRUST KICK! SHE TURNS AND GOES FOR A SPIN KICK TOWARDS WINONA!

Stew-O: SHE CATCHES IT! SHE FORCES CAROLINE’S LEG UPWARDS!

Gavin Kirkland: AS SHE FLIPS AND LANDS ON HER FEET! SHE RUNS FORWARD FOR A RUNNING HURRICANRANA- NO! WINONA HOLDS ONTO HER! SHE DOES NOT GO DOWN!

Persephone: WINONA BRINGS THE EMO BITCH UP TO HER SHOULDERS! SHE GOES TO POWERBOMB HER OVER THE TOP ROPE!

Stew-O: NO! CAROLINE AT THE LAST SECOND GRABS THE ROPES AND REVERSES IT INTO A HUGE HURRICANRANA! SENDING WINONA RIGHT OVER THE TOP ROPE WITH IT!!!!!!

Bella Braxton: WINONA HENDRICKSON HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

Gavin Kirkland: AN IMPRESSIVE REVERSAL! CAROLINE ENTERS BACK INSIDE!

Stew-O: JAMIE WITH A SUPERKICK TO HER JAW! She grabs her and tries to throw her over!

Gavin Kirkland: WHAT THE?! CAROLINE GRABS ONTO THE ROPES AND WITH A TIGER FEINT MOTION SHE ENTERS BACK INSIDE, FOLLOWING THROUGH WITH A SPIN KICK TO THE JAW OF JAMIE!!!

Stew-O: ASHLYNN TRIES TO HIT CAROLINE WITH A PUMP KICK BUT CAROLINE AVOIDS IT!

Persephone: JUST FOR KELIN TO COME BACK AND STEAMROLL THROUGH ASHLYNN WITH A SHOULDER TACKLE! HAH!

Stew-O: CAROLINE RUNS AND THEN SLIDES THROUGH AND UNDER THE LEGS OF KELIN TO AVOID FACING HIM! Halsey and Damien though run forward together and clash against him, trying to work together to bring him down! It is then though that Caroline bumps onto Sayuri!

Gavin Kirkland: SAYURI TRIES TO BRING CAROLINE DOWN WITH A ROUNDHOUSE KICK BUT CAROLINE BACKS AWAY IN TIME TO AVOID IT! SHE GOES FOR HER OWN BUT SAYURI DUCKS UNDER IT! SAYURI THROWS A FOREARM, CAROLINE SIDESTEPS! Sayuri turns!

Stew-O: CAROLINE BRINGS HER DOWN WITH AN ARM DRAG! The two scurry up to their feet! SAYURI BRINGS CAROLINE DOWN WITH HER OWN ARM DRAG! THE TWO OF THEM ARE IN SYNC TRYING TO TAKE EACH OTHER DOWN! SAYURI TRIES TO GO FOR A RUNNING KNEE STRIKE!

Gavin Kirkland: BUT CAROLINE IS ABLE TO DRAW HER IN! IT WAS A TRAP! SHE AVOIDS IT AND GETS SAYURI’S KNEE STUCK ON THE ROPES! SHE TRIES TO COME FROM BEHIND AND THEN ELIMINATE HER TOO!!!

Persephone: SAYURI HOLDS ON! COME ON, EMO BITCH, DON’T FUMBLE NOW!!!

Stew-O: SAYURI IS HOLDING ONTO DEAR LIFE! SHE IS NOT WILLING TO GO NOW! SHE IS ABLE TO GET ONE OF HER LEGS FREE, SHE KICKS ONCE! SHE KICKS TWICE!

Gavin Kirkland: AS THE THIRD KICK FORCES CAROLINE TO LET GO AND TURN-

Stew-O: ERIS OUT OF NOWHERE BREAKS CAROLINE IN HALF WITH THE SPEAAAAARRRR!!!!

Gavin Kirkland: ERIS DOESN’T WASTE A SINGLE SECOND, LIFTING CAROLINE UP, AND THEN THROWING HER RIGHT OVEEERR!!!!

Bella Braxton: CAROLINE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

Stew-O: CAROLINE GOT OVERWHELMED BY ALL THE MOVING PARTS AND ERIS TOOK ADVANTAGE OF THAT! Eris turns and tries to focus on Sayuri but she ended up scurrying away! She turns-

Gavin Kirkland: HALSEY COMES FROM THE AIR AND SHE LANDS DOWN HARD ONTO ERIS! KELIN JUST THREW HALSEY RIGHT ONTO ERIS!!!

Stew-O: JUST AS HE BRINGS DAMIEN DOWN WITH A DEATH VALLEY DRIVER! He tries to rise and try to throw Damien out- BUT HERE ASHLYNN FROM THE TOP ROPE! SHE JUMPS OFF AND IS ABLE TO HIT A DIVING DROPKICK TO HIS BACK! KELIN STUMBLES AND GOES DOWN!

Persephone: JAMIE WITH A DOUBLE KNEE FACEBREAKER AS ASHLYNN TRIES TO GET UP! SAYURI BRINGS JAMIE DOWN HARD THOUGH WITH A RUNNING LARIAT! Sayuri pulls Jamie up and tries to bring her down with a German Suplex, she lifts her up!… Oh gawd, I am doing my job, let me stop that.

Stew-O: BUT JAMIE IS ABLE TO REVERSE AND BRING SAYURI DOWN WITH A WHEELBARROW! She rises up- AND THEN GETS SAYURI IN THE GUT WITH A JUMPING DOUBLE FOOTSTOMP TO HER GUT!

Gavin Kirkland: ERIS TRIES TO TAKE ADVANTAGE ONE MORE TIME, TRYING TO PUSH JAMIE HERE AND THEN BRING HER OVER THE TOP ROPE!

Stew-O: JAMIE GETS THROWN OVER… BUT SHE IS ABLE TO HOLD ONTO THE TOP ROPE AND LAND ON THE RING APRON! Jamie is not going down so easily! She gets Eris away from her with a gut kick! Damien tries to rush over and then hit Jamie off!

Gavin Kirkland: JAMIE RISES HER LEG AND THEN KICKS DAMIEN RIGHT ACROSS THE JAW WITH A KICK! SHE IS ABLE TO PUSH HIM AWAY WITH A FOREARM! She tries to pull herself-

Stew-O: AS HALSEY COMES FROM OUT OF NOWHERE AND HITS HER WITH A RUNNING FOREARM STRIKE! JAMIE FLIES OFF THE RING APRON!!!

Bella Braxton: JAMIE VALDEZ HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

Persephone: Womp womp.

Gavin Kirkland: And just like that Jamie is also gone! Halsey with a gigantic grin on her face as she turns-

Stew-O: KELIN WITH A RUNNING LARIAT ALMOST TAKES HER HEAD OFF!!! EVERYONE HAS BEEN SO BUSY FIGHTING EACH OTHER THEY HAVE FORGOTTEN ABOUT KELIN!

Gavin Kirkland: And you know the worst part?! The field has gone down… WE ARE IN OUR FINAL SIX!!!

Stew-O: The worst part for everyone else if KELIN is still inside! KELIN turns- AS SAYURI AND ERIS BOTH GO FORWARD AT THE SAME TIME, TRYING TO DELIVER STRIKES AND KICKS TOWARDS KELIN- BUT HE DOESN’T BUDGE! HE SWATS ERIS AWAY WITH A CHOP TO THE CHEST!

Gavin Kirkland: JUST AS HE DELIVERS A HUGE HEADBUTT TOWARDS SAYURI HIMURA! Sayuri wobbles in response to the massive headbutt she had to deal with! ASHLYNN TRIES TO GO FOR ANOTHER DROPKICK TO THE LEG!

Stew-O: BUT HE SNATCHES HER JUST BEFORE SHE CAN GO FOR IT AGAIN! SHE LIFTS HER UP INTO THE AIR- DROPPING HER DOWN HARD WITH A GOURDBUSTER!

Gavin Kirkland: DAMIEN THOUGH WITH A RUNNING FOREARM! HIT, AFTER HIT, AFTER HIT, AFTER HIT! HE TRIES TO BRING KELIN DOWN, HE PULLS BACK FOR ONE MORE!

Stew-O: JUST FOR DAMIEN TO GO DOWN HARD WITH AN UPPERCUT!!!

Persephone: A total and absolute massacre.

Gavin Kirkland: Yet again KELIN takes down the whole field! He grabs onto the head of Halsey Neel, forcing her up… AND TRYING TO LIFT HER UP TO GO FOR A POWERBOMB!!!

Stew-O: NO! HALSEY STRUGGLES IN THE GRASP OF KELIN! SHE IS NOT LETTING HIM TAKE HER OUT! KELIN PUSHES THROUGH THOUGH! SHE IS GOING TO THROW HER OVER!

Persephone: …???

Gavin Kirkland: DAMIEN COMES BACK AND SMASHES A LIGHT TUBE OVER THE HEAD OF KELIN! HE SAVED THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE!

Persephone: Ew, love.

Stew-O: HALSEY IS ABLE TO SLIP AND LAND ON HER FEET! SHE GRABS KELIN FROM BEHIND! SPINS HIM OVER!

Gavin Kirkland: “A NIGHT AT THE OPERA”!!!! KELIN STUMBLES! AS ASHLYNN RUNS OVER AND THEN JUMPS ONTO THE ROPES!!!

Stew-O: ”BAD & BOUJEE” FROM ASHLYNN!!! THE SPRINGBOARD CUTTER BRINGS KELIN DOWN TO HIS KNEES!!!

Gavin Kirkland: ”THE METEOR” FROM ERIS TO THE BACK OF KELIN’S HEAD!!!! KELIN MUST BE SEEING STARTS RIGHT NOW! THE HIT TO THE BACK OF HIS HEAD FORCES HIM TO GO ON AUTOPILOT, RISING UP!

Stew-O: Just as Sayuri grabs the chair and then opens it up! She backs away and lines herself up… what is she… SHE RUNS FORWARD! AS SHE JUMPS OFF OF THE CHAIR!!!!

Gavin Kirkland: JUMPING “SAYONARA” OFF OF THE CHAIR TO THE HEAD OF KELIN!!!!

Persephone: KELIN’S HEAD SNAPS TO THE OTHER SIDE AND HE FALLS DOWN ONTO THE ROPES! HIS UPPER HALF IS RIGHT OVER! SAYURI, ERIS, ASHLYNN AND HALSEY RUN OVER GRABBING ONTO HIS LEGS!

Stew-O: THEY USE THE ROPES AS LEEWAY TO HELP THEM! THEY LIFT WITH EVERY BIT OF THEIR STRENGTH… AND THEY ARE ABLE TO GET KELIN UP AND OVER THE TOP ROPE!!!!!!

Bella Braxton: KELIN HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

Gavin Kirkland: THEY GOT IT! THEY ALL DID IT! WE ARE ON THE FINAL FIVE!

Persephone: Yawn. Yeah this has gotten boring now, I am going to take a nap now.

Stew-O: THE FIVE COMPETITORS LEFT CAN BREATHE A SIGH OF RELIEF AT WHAT THEY WERE ABLE TO PULL OFF! And just as Gavin has said, we are left at Final Five!

Gavin Kirkland: BUT THE ALLIANCE QUICKLY BREAKS IN TWO! ERIS RUNS FORWARD AND THEN HITS SAYURI OVER WITH A KICK! HALSEY DOES THE SAME AND THEN GETS A HIT IN ON ASHLYNN! ALL FOUR LADIES ARE TRYING TO TAKE EACH OTHER OUT!!!

Stew-O: ERIS TRIES TO PUSH SAYURI TO THE ROPES, AND THEN GRAB HER FROM BEHIND, TRYING TO GO FOR A DRAGON SUPLEX- SAYURI STRUGGLES THOUGH! BACK ELBOW, FORCES ERIS BACK!

Gavin Kirkland: HALSEY THROWS ASHLYNN TOWARDS ERIS, THE TWO OF THEM CLASHING AGAINST EACH OTHER! SAYURI USES THAT TO HER ADVANTAGE, BRINGING ERIS UPWARDS! GERMAN SUPLEX!!!!

Persephone: Nevermind, I can’t sleep, the two of you are screaming too loud. I just hope they wrap this up now.

Stew-O: HALSEY TRIES TO GO FOR A RIPCORD BACK ELBOW, BUT AS SHE SPINS HER OVER- ASHLYNN GETS HER WITH A SLAP! Ashlynn tries to take advantage!

Gavin Kirkland: BUT DAMIEN OUT OF NOWHERE WITH A KNEE STRIKE TOWARDS ASHLYNN! DAMIEN SUDDENLY HELPING HALSEY OUT!!!

Stew-O: The two grab Ashlynn… THEY THROW HER OVER!

Gavin Kirkland: Just as Sayuri lifts Eris up- AND THROWS HER OVER TOO!

Persephone: BUT THE TWO OF THEM HOLD ON AT THE SAME TIME! FUCK!!!

(Ashlynn quickly notices she holds on right next to Eris, as she beams at her with a bright smile.)

Ashlynn Quinn: (off-mic) BESTIE! Quick team up?

Eris Morti: (off-mic) …heh. Oh, Ashlynn. I am sorry but… no promises.

Stew-O: ERIS HOLDS NO MERCY AS SHE CHANGES HER FOCUS TO ASHLYNN! SHE TRIES TO OVERWHELM WITH STRIKES! ASHLYNN DOESN’T KNOW WHAT TO DO, USING HER OTHER ARM TO HOLD ON WHILE WITH HER OTHER SHE BLOCKS! SHE IS FORCED BACK TO THE RING POLE! ERIS STOMPS ON HER KNEE!

Gavin Kirkland: ERIS WITH THE BUZZSAW KICK!

Stew-O: ASHLYNN DUCKS!!!

Persephone: HUH?!

Gavin Kirkland: AS CAROLINE SUDDENLY HITS ERIS MORTI WITH THE BLACK MIST!!! WHAT?!

Stew-O: CAROLINE CAME BACK TO GET REVENGE ON ERIS FOR ELIMINATING HER!!! ERIS CAN’T SEE A SINGLE THING!

Gavin Kirkland: AS ASHLYNN USES THAT OPPORTUNITY TO PUSH ERIS OFF OF THE RING APRON!

Bella Braxton: ERIS MORTI HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

(Caroline quickly scurries away and then hops over the barricade after all while Eris pulls at her eyes in pain. Ashlynn screams nervously down at Eris.)

Ashlynn Quinn: (off-mic) SORRY FOR THAT, BESTIE! BUT YOU DID TAUGHT ME TO TAKE ADVANTAGE IN THOSE SITUATIONS, SO… HOPEFULLY YOU AREN’T THAT MAD ABOUT IT! I’LL WIN THIS FOR YOU, I PROMISE!!!!

(Ashlynn quickly enters back inside, and she notices Sayuri standing by herself, looking over at both Halsey and Damien standing together. Sayuri turns, Ashlynn blinking and taken aback but eventually she nods back, a temporary truce.)

Stew-O: Here we are now… FINAL FOUR!

Persephone: The final bore.

Gavin Kirkland: HALSEY RUSHES AND CLASHES AGAINST SAYURI, JUST AS ASHLYNN DOES AS WELL WITH DAMIEN! The final four teaming up against each other as the 24/7 Battle Royale comes closer to the end!

Persephone: THANK GAWD!

Stew-O: BUT THESE COMPETITORS WON’T LET THE END ARRIVE SO EASILY! HALSEY TRIES TO LIFT UP SAYURI FOR A T-BONE SUPLEX BUT SAYURI BRINGS AN ELBOW DOWN TO HER HEAD, PREVENTING HER! SHE TRIES TO THROW HALSEY TO ASHLYNN!

Gavin Kirkland: ASHLYNN TRIES TO KICK HALSEY BUT DAMIEN PREVENTS HER, GRABBING HER! HALSEY PUSHES THROUGH THE PAIN! SHE GETS A PUMP KICK!

Stew-O: TRANSITIONED INTO A SAITO SUPLEX FROM DAMIEN KUTCHER! Ashlynn goes down hard!

Persephone: COME ON, THROW HER ASS OVER!!!

Gavin Kirkland: But Damien and Halsey focus instead on Sayuri! Sayuri tries to go up against the two, throwing everything that she has against them, kick towards Damien’s gut, strike towards Halsey’s head! JUST FOR DAMIEN TO STOMP ON THE BACK OF HER KNEE!

Stew-O: AND NOW BOTH DAMIEN AND HALSEY ARE TEARING INTO SAYURI WITH STOMP AFTER STOMP! Sayuri can’t do much as she gets overwhelmed here by the two of them!

Persephone: THROW SAYURI’S ASS OVER, GO ALREADY!

Gavin Kirkland: Finally, Damien lets go and gives Halsey the chance to finish Sayuri off! She goes to lift her up!

Stew-O: AS HALSEY TRIES TO END SAYURI WITH “THE WALL”!!!!

(…)

Gavin Kirkland: BUT DAMIEN INSTEAD GRABS ONTO HALSEY, THROWING HER RIGHT OVER THE TOP ROPE WHEN SHE LEAST EXPECTS IT!!!!!

Bella Braxton: HALSEY NEEL HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

(Halsey falls down hard over onto the ground, eyes widened in surprise. Damien rests against the ropes, Damien obviously showing a conflicted expression but the determination alongside it was clear.)

Persephone: YES, FUCK LOVE! WOOOOOOO!!!

Gavin Kirkland: DAMIEN… ELIMINATED HALSEY JUST LIKE THAT?!

Stew-O: But not without reason! Halsey did the same thing to Damien at the Grand Rampage two months ago, Damien simply took payback by using the same trick against her tonight!

(Frustration and anger quickly starts to show on Halsey, but… knowing that she did indeed do the same thing to Damien before, she can’t be too mad. He got her at the end. A bittersweet smile appears on her face, rising up… and blowing a kiss to Damien.)

Halsey Neel: (off-mic) You better win this shit, Damien!

(Damien catches her kiss and puts it close to his heart. He rises and turns to see both Ashlynn Quinn and Sayuri Himura getting up to their feet too. The three of them stare each other down. Here we are.)

Gavin Kirkland: FINAL THREE!!!

Stew-O: ASHLYNN TRIES TO RUN FORWARD AND THEN HIT DAMIEN DOWN WITH A SHOTGUN DROPKICK!

Gavin Kirkland: DAMIEN PUSHES HER LEGS DOWN BEFORE SHE CAN HIT HIM! HE RUNS FORWARD TRYING TO GO FOR A RUNNING EUROPEAN- BUT SAYURI INSTEAD RECEIVES HIM WITH A ROLLING ELBOW!!!

Stew-O: ASHLYNN RISES THOUGH AND SHE GETS SAYURI WITH A SUPERKICK! SHE TRIES TO THROW HER TO THE ROPES!

Gavin Kirkland: SAYURI TURNS THOUGH AND BOUNCES OFF THEM, GETTING ASHLYNN DOWN WITH A RUNNING LARIAT! DAMIEN GETS HER THOUGH WITH A BIG BOOT! Damien tries to run and grabs Ashlynn!

Stew-O: HE TRIES TO LIFT HER UP ONTO HIS SHOULDERS AND GO TO THROW HER OVER!

Persephone: END THIS MATCH ALREADY! I AM SO BORED!!!

Gavin Kirkland: ASHLYNN GRABS ONTO THE ROPES WITH BOTH HER ARMS! SHE IS STRUGGLING!!!

Persephone: COME ON!!!!

Stew-O: Damien is trying to do everything that he can to throw her but those three are on their last reserves of energy! HE TRIES TO LIFT HER UP HIGH!

Gavin Kirkland: SAYURI OUT OF NOWHERE! SHE LIFTS DAMIEN! RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX SENDS HIM AWAY AND HE LETS GO OF ASHLYNN IN THE PROCESS!

Stew-O: Sayuri rises and then she has her sights set on Damien, she moves forward! “IZANAMI”!!!

Gavin Kirkland: DAMIEN DUCKS UNDER! HE JUMPS UP! “NIGHT, NIGHT”!!!

Stew-O: HE CATCHES HIS KNEE AND PREVENTS HIM FROM HITTING HER! She pushes him down! The two of them are close to the ropes- FOREARM FROM SAYURI! FOREARM FROM DAMIEN! SAYURI! DAMIEN! SAYURI! DAMIEN! SAYURI! DAMIEN!!!

Gavin Kirkland: ASHLYNN! ASHLYNN GRABS THEM BOTH AND TRIES TO THROW THEM OVER AT THE SAME TIME!!! ASHLYNN QUINN HAS WON!!!

Stew-O: NO! SAYURI AND DAMIEN HOLD ON! THEY ARE STILL IN!

Persephone: …huh?! Why is Ashlynn backing away? IS SHE DUMB?! SHE RUNS BACK!

Gavin Kirkland: AND SHE TAKES A GREAT RISK! SHE HOPS OVER THE TOP ROPE AND TRIES TO BRING DAMIEN DOWN WITH A HEADSCISSORS!

Stew-O: NO! DAMIEN GRABS ONTO HER LEGS! HE PUSHES HER OFF!!!

Gavin Kirkland: BUT SHE LANDS ON THE RING APRON! ALL THREE COMPETITORS ARE NOW ON THE RING APRON!

Stew-O: DAMIEN STANDS IN THE MIDDLE BETWEEN ASHLYNN AND SAYURI! STRIKE BY ASHLYNN TO DAMIEN! DAMIEN WITH A BACK ELBOW TO SAYURI! SAYURI REACHES OVER AND WITH A KICK TO THE GUT TO DAMIEN! Sayuri backs away and goes to end this!

Gavin Kirkland: SHE GOES FOR A ROUNDHOUSE TO THE SIDE OF DAMIEN’S HEAD!!!

Persephone: NO! HE DUCKS, COME ON!!!

Stew-O: AS HE BRINGS HER UP! BACK BODY DROP!!! SAYURI IS OUT!

Gavin Kirkland: NO! SAYURI LANDS ON THE RING APRON!

Stew-O: ASHLYNN TRIES TO RUN FORWARD AND GO FOR A DOUBLE FOOTSTOMP!

Gavin Kirkland: SAYURI RISES HER LEGS AND KICKS ASHLYNN IN THE GUT BEFORE SHE CAN GET THE STOMP! She rolls upwards and turns to Damien! FOREARM PUSHES HIM BACK!

Stew-O: BUT SHE SHOWS HER BACK TO ASHLYNN! ASHLYNN JUMPS! BACKSTABBER!

Gavin Kirkland: SAYURI GRABS ONTO HER ARM! SHE REVERSES WITH A JUDO THROW AND SLAMS ASHLYNN IN FRONT OF HER INTO A SEATED POSITION! ASHLYNN-

Stew-O: ”SAYONARA”!!!!!!!! TO THE BACK OF ASHLYNN’S HEAD!!! THE KNEE BOOTS HER RIGHT OFF!!!

Bella Braxton: ASHLYNN QUINN HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

Gavin Kirkland: JUST AS DAMIEN RUNS AND TAKES ADVANTAGE! “NIGHT, NIGHT”!!!!

Stew-O: SAYURI WITH THE HEADBUTT TO DAMIEN! DAMIEN CRUMBLES DOWN, SAYURI GRABS ONTO HIS ARMS, PUSHING THROUGH THE PAIN!

Gavin Kirkland: ENDING IT WITH A SECOND “SAYONARA”!!!!!

Stew-O: NO! DAMIEN POPS HER UP! DAMIEN POPS HER UP!

Gavin Kirkland: AS HE THROWS HER OFF OF THE RING APRON WITH A POWERBOMB!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Bella Braxton: SAYURI HIMURA HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!!!

(DING! DING! DING!)

(“Ruff Ryders Anthem” plays to an exploding reaction, it is very mixed but some cheers break through as Damien dives back inside of the ring and lays there, completely exhausted, his eyes widening and slowly realizing, processing, hearing his theme song… he has done it.)

Bella Braxton: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, AND NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWW 24/7 CONTRACT HOLDER, DAMIEEEEEEEEEENNNNN KUTCHEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!

Stew-O: DAMIEN KUTCHER HAS DONE IT! DAMIEN HAS BEATEN THE ENTIRE FIELD TO GO ONTO PAIN FOR PRIDE AND WIN THE 24/7 CONTRACT! AFTER YEARS OF WORKING HARD, HE HAS FINALLY EARNED HIS FIRST ACCOLADE HERE IN PAIN FOR PRIDE!

Persephone: LET’S GOOOOOO, WE ARE DONE!!!

Gavin Kirkland: …all of those women… and not a single lady won? :mjcry:

Stew-O: Hey, Showdown won this time!

Gavin Kirkland: It would have been more awesome with one of the ladies winning though…

Stew-O: Let me continue in my colleagues’ behalf :mjlol: But yes, those last few minutes were true proof of what EAW is about, Ashlynn and Sayuri gave it their all against each other, and it all came down to a matter of seconds between all three of them! Yet tonight, Damien has worked hard for this win, he can say with every bit of pride that he has earned that contract! Congrats to Damien Kutcher!

(Damien finally rises, and then a gigantic grin appears on his face, he starts shouting, raising his voice, he is celebrating like he has never celebrated before. He rushes over to the corner and then poses on top of the corner alongside the reaction of the people. Damien Kutcher stands as your new 24/7 Contract holder. The final shot is of the celebrating Damien Kutcher as Pain for Pride fades away from the scene.)

(Moments later… Pain For Pride would return, to feature its next matchup.)

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Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

Bella Braxton: THE FOLLOWING CONTEST… IS A THREE STAGES OF HARDCORE HELL MATCH!!!!!!!

Bella Braxton: The rules are as follows. This bout will begin in a Street Fight. The second stage will be an Exploding TLC match. If the winner of this bout is not decided within these first two stages, we will enter sudden death, in the third and final stage… I QUIT.

(…)

(…)

(…)

(‘All of the Lights (Interlude)’ by Kanye West hit the speakers.)

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!

(This was it. This was the night. Jon Kelton had considered his journey up to this point painful. Even beyond Territorial Invasion of last year. The man who had a dream, a dream of becoming World Champion, had faced hurdle after hurdle after hurdle and no matter how good he knew he was, no matter if he truly was ready to grab the brass ring… he couldn’t. Time and time again he fell. Time and time again he failed. It eats away at his conscience and simply will not stop. He stepped through the curtains, and the pure hatred from this audience didn’t bother him one bit. For it was not their opinion he was concerned with. He needed not justify his actions to anybody but himself — so long as he could understand why he did what he did, that is all that mattered. Bronson Daniels had achieved it all. And the moment Jon Kelton came the closest, in his eyes, it was his brother that was his biggest obstacle. This is not a business for sentimentality, it’s kill or be killed. In the eyes of Jon Kelton, Bronson Daniels is no better. He took the World Heavyweight Championship from his best friend after all. It all led up to this. It couldn’t get any more personal. Even if they tried, it simply was not possible.)

(Thus… this was the only possible outcome.)

Bella Braxton: INTRODUCING FIRST… RESIDING IN DALLAS, TEXAS, BUT ORIGINALLY FROM TORONTO, ONTARIO, CANADA…

Crowd: WE DO NOT CLAIM HIM!

Bella Braxton: ‘THE FLAW OF THE WORLD’… JOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNN KEEEEELLLLLLTTTTTTTTOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!

(Kelton entered the ring, and he knew at that point there was no turning back. He wouldn’t have had it any other way. Sitting in his corner, he awaited his Elysium brother…)

(As ‘Run Into Flowers’ by M83 began to play through the speakers.)

Bronson Daniels: > 𝕲𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖒𝖊 𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖈𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖒𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖘, 𝕴 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖗𝖚𝖓 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖔

𝕲𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖒𝖊 𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖈𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖒𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖘, 𝕴 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖗𝖚𝖓 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖔

𝕲𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖒𝖊 𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖈𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖒𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖘, 𝕴 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖗𝖚𝖓 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖔

𝕲𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖒𝖊 𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖈𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖒𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖘, 𝕴 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖗𝖚𝖓 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖔

𝕲𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖒𝖊 𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖈𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖒𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖘, 𝕴 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖗𝖚𝖓 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖔

(His whole world had been shaken upside down. He believed he had it all. He believed that everything was going to be okay, that he had finally found the family he had always dreamed of. Trivial pursuit of goals that he believed his brother was always destined to achieve got in the way of what could have been a life-long friendship, a beautiful flower that could blossom even in the pits of hell. Instead, the man formerly known as “The Devil of Devolution” turned that blossoming flower into mere ash. They say being stabbed in the back hurts more than anything else. Bronson had to feel it more than once throughout his life. Yet never did he expect it from Jon. And yet, here we stand. Stepping through the curtains, his eyes focused on Jon Kelton. For that is the only reason why he is here. The only reason why this Pain For Pride bout even exists. In an ideal world, this never would have come to be. In an ideal world, these two could have been happy.)

(But that ideal world is just that. A fantasy.)

Bella Braxton: AND HIS OPPONENT… HAILING FROM LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA… HE IS ‘THE HEARTBEAT’… BRONSONNNNNNNN DANNIEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!

Bronson Daniels: > 𝕲𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖒𝖊 𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖈𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖒𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖘, 𝕴 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖗𝖚𝖓 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖔

𝕲𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖒𝖊 𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖈𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖒𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖘, 𝕴 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖗𝖚𝖓 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖔

𝕲𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖒𝖊 𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖈𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖒𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖘, 𝕴 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖗𝖚𝖓 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖔

𝕲𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖒𝖊 𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖈𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖒𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖘, 𝕴 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖗𝖚𝖓 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖔

𝕲𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖒𝖊 𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖈𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖒𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖘, 𝕴 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖗𝖚𝖓 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖔

(This was unlike any other Pain For Pride bout he had competed in before. The man who had always dreamed of headlining this event seemed cursed to forever face off in these personal, grueling bouts each and every year. This was no different. As he entered the ring and waited in his corner, the way he carried himself was different.)

(Why wouldn’t it be?)

(This wasn’t a dream come true nor a dream chased.)

(This was truly a living nightmare.)

(DING! DING! DING!)

(Alas, we are here. Did it have to be this way? The end of the road, the dead end to a path that has left nothing but pain and suffering for men who once upon a time fancied themselves brothers in arms. How tragic it is to arrive here. Men who dreamed of brighter horizons, the sun and the clouds of heaven itself, are now forced to duel in the darkest pits of hell. Did it have to be this way? The knife in the back hurts more than any scar on the front. The length of the wound was only measured by the touch of the wounded; much like the betrayal itself, they didn’t see the attack coming. He merely felt cold steel pierce his flesh and draw blood, with no honourable story to accompany it. Simply a tale of heartbreak and sorrow that even the hottest campfires couldn’t entertain. Did it have to be this way?)

(Perhaps not. Perhaps so. The answer isn’t for us to conclude, nor was the question ours to ask. The answer lives and dies with the two men who stand face-to-face in the bloodiest battlefield humankind has ever feasted their eyes on. They marched into this battle asking the question, and they shall leave this battlefield with the answer. It lies with them to spread the word. Did it have to be this way?)

(Perhaps so. Perhaps not.)

Rich Russillo: And now the bell has rung…

Narrator: Hatred and vengeance, my eternal portion,

Scarce can endure delay of execution,

Wait, with impatient readiness, to seize my

Soul in a moment.

Damned below Judas: more abhorred than he was,

Who for a few pence sold his holy master.

Twice betrayed, Jesus me, the last delinquent,

Deems the profanest.

Crowd:…

Rich Russillo: …

Thadd Blazevich: …

(…)

Rich Russillo: BUT OF COURSE, IT WAS NEVER GOING TO BE LONG BEFORE THESE TWO CAME TO BLOWS! THEY CHARGE TO THE CENTER OF THE RING, AND THE HOCKEY FIGHT ENSUES; BLOW AFTER BLOW, HAYMAKER AFTER HAYMAKER! PERHAPS THE DESIRE TO START THE THREE STAGES OF HARDCORE HELL LIKE THIS IS THE FIRST TIME THEY’VE BEEN ON THE SAME PAGE IN A YEAR!

(THUD. THUD. THUD. The sound of each strike colliding with human flesh rang throughout the stadium as if it were a shotgun being fired slug after slug, producing a horrific beat that only the two men in the ring wanted to hear more of. They were prepared to take chunks off of one another, to spill buckets of blood, to chip teeth, to bruise eyes.)

(It wasn’t possible to pull any punches. Even if a hint of restraint was left in their bodies, neither man was going to make the decision to do so.)

(Restraint was lost a long, long time ago…)

Rich Russillo: AND ONE HUGE OVERHEAD STRIKE FROM BRONSON–

Thadd Blazevich: BUT KELTON BLOCKS BRO! HE FOLLOWS IT UP WITH ONE OF HIS OWN!

Rich Russillo: BRONSON BLOCKS! ANOTHER OF HIS OWN– BUT KELTON BLOCKS THAT AS WELL!

(CRACK!)

Rich Russillo: AND A HUGE FOREARM STRIKE FROM JON KELTON! HE HITS THE ROPES…

Thadd Blazevich: # FINAL ATONEMENT!

(CRACK!)

Rich Russillo: BUT BRONSON GETS HIS BOOT UP! HE FOLDS JON KELTON IN HALF, BEFORE HOOKING THE ARM AND PULLING HIM BACK TO HIS FEET!

Thadd Blazevich: # SAVAGE MODE!

Rich Russillo: KELTON SLIPS OUT OF IT! BACK ON HIS FEET, THROWING A HUGE LARIAT TOWARDS BRONSON DANIELS! AND IT CONNECTS!

Thadd Blazevich: NO IT DOESN’T BRAH! BRONSON FLOATS OVER, AND NOW LOOKS TO LIFT KELTON UP FOR A POWERBOMB!

Rich Russillo: KELTON SCURRIES BETWEEN THE LEGS, AND HEADS TO THE ROPES! SPRINGBOARD KNEE STRIKE!

(…)

(…)

(…)

(…They had one another scouted. Bronson was quick to understand this. Their history was deep. They trained together, teamed together, studied together. If there was anybody who had a greater understanding of one another’s personalities inside that ring, they most definitely weren’t in this company; Jon Kelton and Bronson Daniels knew each other to a T…)

(Which is why… Bronson had to dig deep. Dig years back into his offense…)

Thadd Blazevich: THESE TWO HAVE ONE ANOTHER SCOUTED, BUT OF COURSE THEY DO! THEY KNOW EACH OTHER BETTER THAN ANYONE; BRONSON SAW THAT MOVE COMING, AND HOOKS THE LEG! KELTON HITS THE MAT FRONT-FIRST, AND BRONSON NOW APPLIES THE ANKLE LOCK!

Rich Russillo: AND I THINK BRONSON UNDERSTOOD WHERE THIS WAS GOING! HE WON THE INTERWIRE CHAMPIONSHIP WITH THAT ANKLE LOCK, BUT THIS ISN’T SOMETHING HE APPLIES OFTEN!

Thadd Blazevich: HE’S TRYING TO TEAR KELTON’S ANKLE OFF THE BONE! PERHAPS A TROPHY TO HEAD HOME WITH, TO DELIVER TO MILLI AS A LATE HALL OF FAME GIFT???

(CRANK!)

(CRANK!)

(CRANK!)

(Bronson torqued the ankle over… and over… and over. This wasn’t a technique anymore. He wasn’t practicing a hold he had applied time and time again in training, this wasn’t about applying the most picture-perfect Ankle Lock. His one goal was to pull Jon Kelton’s foot off his body.)

(And yet… in spite of that fact…)

Bronson Daniels: (off-mic) Don’t you dare fucking tap out.

(He wasn’t content with ending it this early.)

(Perhaps he wanted to sink his teeth into Jon Kelton some more, or perhaps he simply wanted Jon Kelton to prove that all of this was worth something, at least in his warped, skewed sense of vision. Perhaps the greatest disrespect Jon Kelton could show to Bronson Daniels is giving up this early in the bout, immediately submitting to a move that won Bronson Daniels a Championship five years ago. A title that wasn’t even a World Championship. The greatest sign of disrespect he could show Bronson is stabbing him in the back in order to chase a World Championship, only to quit against the spitting image of a lesser Bronson Daniels.)

(…It seemed Bronson had his wish.)

Jon Kelton: (off-mic) Nghnn…. Fine… fuck you.

Rich Russillo: JON KELTON ROLLS HIS BODY FORWARD AND SENDS BRONSON DANIELS STUMBLING TO THE OUTSIDE! BRONSON HASN’T FULLY PROCESSED JON KELTON’S REVERSAL!

Thadd Blazevich: AND MAYBE THAT’S TO JON’S ADVANTAGE, BRO! HE CHARGES FORWARD…

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Jon Kelton: https://d2thvodm3xyo6j.cloudfront.net/media/2016/11/45da5d6e7acf0abf-600×338.gif

(CRASH!)

Thadd Blazevich: SPRINGBOARD SHOOTING STAR PRESS!!!!!!!!! BOTH MEN GO CRASHING INTO THE BARRICADE! BRONSON DEFINITELY GOT THE BRUNT OF THE DAMAGE THOUGH, BIG BRO’S HEAD WHIPPED OFF THE BARRICADE!

(Bronson immediately slumped under his own weight. Jon Kelton’s offense was always going to be deadly — 205 pounds, 6 feet 2 inches, the weight of a grown man moving at what Bronson may very well have only seen as the speed of sound, crashing into him with momentum; yet the presence of the barricade only made it worse for him. The whiplash of his neck upon his skull meeting the padded steel caused a disgusted reaction from the Toronto crowd, and perhaps a satisfied one from Jon Kelton.)

(The Heartbeat laid there, seeing stars — Jon Kelton was quick to his feet with nothing more than a minor knock. They were both damaged, but it was clear who was hurt.)

(Bronson Daniels was not moving.)

Thadd Blazevich: Bro, that whiplash man…

Rich Russillo: It’s always nerve-wracking when we see situations like this. We haven’t even seen any weapons yet…

(Rich paused…)

Rich Russillo: And the doctors are already coming down to ringside… :lupe:

(Said doctors would quickly push Jon Kelton out of the way. The impact Bronson Daniels took no doubt gave red flags, and they had to make sure that he wasn’t concussed.)

(In truth, the greatest injuries in this sport are internal…)

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Rich Russillo: God, this is–

(But Jon Kelton didn’t care.)

Jon Kelton: (off-mic) Get the fuck out of my way.

(He grabbed the doctor by his head and threw him into the barricade.)

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

(CLANG!)

(As the doctor collided with the mat, a metal object slid out from underneath him.)

(Jon Kelton’s eyes lit up, as if he had seen Pandora Paisley for the first time.)

(It was hard to distinguish the difference between his one true love, and finding yet another means to torture Bronson Daniels.)

(For he picked up the Trauma Shears that had fallen onto the mat.)

Rich Russillo: JESUS, JON! THAT’S TOO FAR, THOSE DOCTORS AREN’T TRAINED!

Thadd Blazevich: BRO, WHAT IS HE GONNA DO WITH THEM SHEARS?

Persephone: Poke his own eyes out hopefully.

(Jon Kelton grabbed Bronson Daniels by his locs and pulled him to a standing base. Bronson’s ankles felt like jelly, he couldn’t support himself; if not for Jon Kelton holding him off the ground, Bronson Daniels would be slumped against the barricade.)

(But alas… Kelton didn’t want to concuss Bronson Daniels.)

(He wanted to end him…)

Rich Russillo: I THINK WE’RE ABOUT TO FIND OUT WHAT HE’S DOING WITH THOSE TRAUMA SHEARS, THADD!

Thadd Blazevich: TRAUMA SHEARS ARE DESIGNED TO CUT CLOTHES, SEATBELTS, LEATHER… THAT SORT OF THING! NOT… THIS!!!!!

(Jon Kelton would place Bronson Daniels’ head against the ring post… before…)

(SNAP!)

(He placed the shears around Bronson’s earlobe.)

(A makeshift piercing.)

Bronson Daniels: (off-mic) NGHNNN FUCK. FUCK YOU.

Thadd Blazevich: NO, BRO! STOP–

Rich Russillo: KELTON AIMS FOR THE EYES–

Thadd Blazevich: BUT BRONSON GETS HIS HANDS UP! BLOOD IS POURING DOWN BRAH’S NECK RIGHT NOW, BUT IT MAY AS WELL JUST BE A FLESH WOUND; HE’S FIGHTING FOR HIS OWN VISION RIGHT NOW, AND I CAN’T BLAME HIM FOR COMING ALIVE AT THIS MOMENT!

Rich Russillo: BRONSON DANIELS CONNECTS WITH A HUGE ELBOW TO JON KELTON, AND KELTON IMMEDIATELY RETREATS INTO THE RING! BUT BRONSON ISN’T LOOKING TO FOLLOW HIM QUITE YET; HE’S SEARCHING FOR A WEAPON OF HIS OWN!

Thadd Blazevich: I JUST KNOW BRO HAS SOMETHING CRAZY IN MIND HERE, WHAT ON EARTH COULD IT BE???

Rich Russillo: WELL, WE’VE GOT THE LUXURY OF FINDING OUT WITH OUR EYES; JON KELTON IS GONNA HAVE TO FIND OUT WITH HIS BODY! BRONSON DANIELS HAS SOMETHING PRETTY UNCONVENTIONAL!!!

Thadd Blazevich: I NEVER THOUGHT I’D SEE THIS IN WRESTLING! WHEN BRONSON SAYS HE’S “COOKED,” HE USUALLY MEANS STONED…

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Thadd Blazevich: BUT THAT BRO GOT A WHOLE ASS MICROWAVE!!!!

(Bronson would slide the microwave into the ring, before following suit. Kelton, on the other hand, is just barely recovering from the elbow to the head. He has no idea Bronson is even here.)

(Kelton steps back and turns around; Bronson is already on his feet.)

(Eyeing his opponent up…)

Thadd Blazevich: BRONSON HAS THE MICROWAVE IN HIS HANDS…

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(SMASH!)

Bronson Daniels: https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_7_QwdBYVomYvK2IjyXC7oC90hvsHKUiv7lKENQdCXDbTyZPWSHIc8lRniMsQOT0yBH7usTijEQvNzfGRH-sOQ-sWtjaUON4CErtDrsKN5Vb65nEvKaEEbEkD6-0M2Z3jY0VVnFaQi_4/s600/Chair+Toss.gif

Thadd Blazevich: THE MICROWAVE DOOR SHATTERS ACROSS JON KELTON’S HEAD!!! BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! THERE’S NO WAY HE’S EVEN STILL IN THIS!!!

(Bronson Daniels had no desire to make a pinfall quite yet. However… he had no choice. Once more, his legs would give out, and he would just so happen to fall atop the man he once upon a time called his brother. The referee would be quick to slide in and make the first count of the match…)

Referee: OOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!

Referee: TTTTTTTTWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!

Referee: TTTTTTHHHHRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE–

Thadd Blazevich: BUT SOMEHOW JON KELTON MANAGES TO LIFT THE SHOULDER UP!!!!!!!

(Bronson rolled off of Jon, yet no part of him reacted to the “attempted” pinfall. He grit his teeth and placed his fists into the mat. The pain was starting to set in and the desire to return to his feet was strong. The Hall of Famer, nails digging into the white mat, began to scratch and claw his way towards the ropes. His body and his mind were on two different wavelengths; his body was prepared to give in, it had been enough long ago, perhaps he truly was concussed, but his soul, his spirit, his heart – it was still beating. It was still pumping pure passion and love for professional wrestling through his veins. It was pumping love for his brother through his veins…)

(Love that had been taken away from him.)

(Now all that’s left…)

Rich Russillo: Bronson Daniels is managing to recover here; but that only spells more disaster ahead of us! He makes it to the outside area, and it looks like he’s going over to rest on the barricade–

(Bronson leans against the black vinyl padding shrouding the barricade, taking deep and heavy breaths…)

(Until he hears a fan in attendance…)

Crowd: (off-mic) Yo big dog I got you something

Bronson Daniels: (off-mic) Uh… not right… –

(Bronson turns his head and spots the fan holding out a weapon for him.)

Bronson Daniels: (off-mic) …Now? Uh… how did you even get that in here???

Rich Russillo: What on earth????

Thadd Blazevich: YO BRO THAT FAN GOT BRONNY A CAR DOOR!!!!!

Rich Russillo: Well, we’re really making this first stage a legit street fight; we’re not just bringing out unconventional weapons, we’re bringing out weapons straight from the streets of Toronto!

Thadd Blazevich: I sure hope that bro has car insurance because that door isn’t coming back in one piece!

(Bronson takes the car door, immediately sliding it into the ring. The heavy lifting took a toll, it was slow and clearly not easy, but he managed to enter the ring…)

Thadd Blazevich: ‘AVADA KEDAVRA’!!!! JON KELTON HAS THE GUILLOTINE LOCKED IN!!!!!!

Rich Russillo: BRONSON DANIELS DIDN’T SEE IT COMING; JON KELTON LEAPED UP INTO THE AIR, AND HAS WRAPPED HIS LEGS AROUND BRONSON DANIELS LIKE A SNAKE WRAPPING ITSELF AROUND ITS PREY!!! BRONSON IS STRUGGLING HERE, THE AIR CIRCULATION IS BEING CUT OFF; HE’S BEING CHOKED OUT!!! BRONSON IS PANICKING!!!

Thadd Blazevich: BUT HE LOOKS TO USE THE CAR DOOR TO HIS ADVANTAGE! SPINEBUSTER ONTO THE DOOR–

Rich Russillo: COUNTERED! KELTON PLANTS HIS FEET AND HOOKS THE ARMS; ‘CHANGE THE FUTURE’!!!!!!!!

(CRACK!)

Rich Russillo: BUTTERFLY DDT; BRONSON’S HEAD CRACKS THE GLASS!!!!!!

Thadd Blazevich: COVER, BRAH!!!!!!!!

Referee: OOOOOONNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Rich Russillo: THAT’S IT! JON KELTON WINS THE FIRST STAGE!!!!!

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Bronson Daniels: https://tenor.com/view/kurt-angle-brock-lesnar-wrestlemania-kick-out-near-fall-gif-2145804854456308703

Rich Russillo: DENIED! BRONSON LIFTS HIS SHOULDER UP AT THE LAST POSSIBLE SECOND; KELTON CAN’T BELIEVE IT!!!!!!!!!!

Thadd Blazevich: THAT BRO IS CRASHING OUT RIGHT NOW, HE’S ABSOLUTELY LIVID! HE THOUGHT HE HAD THE ONE-UP OVER BRONSON DANIELS!!!!!!!

(Jon Kelton rolls off of Bronson Daniels, and his natural instinct is to pound his fist into the mat. No part of him believes that Bronson managed to kick out, not after that. His head cracked against the glass, and especially after the doctor aimed to stop the bout earlier on…)

(But… he paused.)

(It didn’t matter if that wasn’t enough; Kelton smelled blood in the water.)

(His fingertips wrapped around the car door.)

Rich Russillo: Oh lord, Kelton… why the hell has it come to this????

Thadd Blazevich: These two were like brothers once upon a time, and now? Kelton is about to kill this man!

Persephone: I am so fucking horny thinking about Bronson’s head going through that glass

(Kelton would use the car door to pull himself to his feet. Bronson was too, albeit lifelessly. It was closer to instinct than anything. He wasn’t consciously coming to his feet. Perhaps it was merely fate.)

(Perhaps fate wanted Kelton to end him this way…)

Jon Kelton: (off-mic) God… I fucking hate you…

(He gripped the door.)

Jon Kelton: (off-mic) I… fucking hate you…

(Kelton swung.)

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(SMASH!)

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Bronson Daniels: # ‘BITCH I JUST KNOCKED YOUR HEAD OFF’!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Rich Russillo: OH MY GOD! BRONSON SMASHES THE GLASS WINDOW! ‘MICKEY I JUST KNOCKED YOUR HEAD OFF’ RIGHT THROUGH THE CAR WINDOW!!!!!!!!

Thadd Blazevich: KELTON HITS THE MAT; BRONSON IS BARELY MANAGING TO HOOK THE LEG! HE HOOKS THE LEG!!!!!!!!!!

Referee: OOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!

Referee: TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!

Referee: TTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!

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Bella Braxton: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN; BRONSON DANIELS IS YOUR WINNER OF THE FIRST STAGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thadd Blazevich: HE DID IT!!! MY BRO FROM ANOTHER MO’ GOT THE FIRST FALL!!!!!!!

(Once the three-count was called, Bronson didn’t move. He released the leg, yet he didn’t have the energy to move from Jon Kelton’s body. Perhaps, luckily for him, a 30-second grace was given.)

(A short time for this bout to refresh, a short time for this bout to prepare for the second leg. Staff would approach the ringside, carefully carrying ladders, tables, and chairs to the ring; each rigged with explosives. The nerves on their faces for simply being around these death traps were obvious from the minute they stepped into the spotlight cast around the ring. They didn’t want this job. They didn’t want to be the ones simply delivering these items of gore; they couldn’t imagine what it would feel like if they were one of the men in that ring.)

(Time ticked. Ten seconds passed. Twenty seconds passed. Eventually, the clock began to tick down to thirty. Soon, the bout would be restarted. Soon, these two men would once again return to a duel. Neither man was physically prepared for it, after the hell they had put one another through. Mentally, however? A completely different story. Both of these men were salivating; they wanted to put the other down, they wanted to get this victory.)

(The ringside crew would enter the ring, carrying each man to their respective corners.)

(Had they gathered their wits about them? Or was that a 30-second grace period to their detriment, sapping the adrenaline from their bodies and forcing them to sit there writhing in pain and agony with nothing to dampen the pain?)

(Only time would tell.)

Bella Braxton: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN… MAY THE SECOND STAGE COMMENCE!!!!!!!

Narrator: Man disavows, and Deity disowns me:

Hell might afford my miseries a shelter;

Therefore hell keeps her ever hungry mouths all

Bolted against me.

Hard lot! encompassed with a thousand dangers;

Weary, faint, trembling with a thousand terrors;

I’m called, if vanquished, to receive a sentence

Worse than Abiram’s.

Thadd Blazevich: Bros… Exploding Tables, Ladders and Chairs… I have no earthly idea how this is going to unfold.

Rich Russillo: This is a stipulation we have seen a handful of times throughout EAW history, but never have we seen it following a street fight; never have we seen it following two men beating one another with glass, with steel, snipping off ear lobes, cracking heads against barricades. Their bodies are already struggling…

Persephone: Good.

(Bronson pulled himself to his feet, as did Kelton.)

(But… As the two began to approach…)

(DROP!)

(A body hit the ground.)

(They didn’t have the strength to approach their former brother. They had lost it all. Perhaps this was it. Perhaps it was all over.)

(The man remaining would march over. The man on the ground could do nothing about it. He had lost all of his energy.)

(…Or… did he?)

Thadd Blazevich: OH GOD! A LOW BLOW!!!!!!!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!

Rich Russillo: KELTON GOES LOW!!!!

(Jon Kelton had lured Bronson Daniels in; and now, Bronson was holding between his legs. Jon had shifted his strategy entirely. Kelton grabbed Bronson by his hair once more, and rushed forward – driving him face-first into the turnbuckle, before raining down strikes. Over, and over, and over again.)

(THUD!)

(THUD!)

(THUD!)

(THUD!)

(THUD!)

(THUD!)

(THUD!)

(THUD!)

(Closed fist strikes between the eyes of Bronson Daniels; a fitting target, he got to watch the life leave his eyes as he did so, his former brother fading into unconsciousness.)

Rich Russillo: GOD, WE MAY HATE IT BUT THE UNFORTUNATE NEWS IS; IT’S ALL LEGAL! JON KELTON IS POUNDING DOWN ON BRONSON DANIELS, HE’S BLOODYING HIM UP EVEN MORE THAN HE ALREADY WAS! FIRST HIS EAR, NOW HIS FOREHEAD, BRONSON DANIELS LOOKS LIKE A GIFT VAN GOGH WOULD SEND TO WOMEN!!!!!

Thadd Blazevich: WEIRD COMPARISON YO, BUT SHIT, BRO IS COVERED IN A CRIMSON MASK! I’M NOT SURE WHERE KELTON FOUND THIS ENERGY FROM, BUT IT’S SURE AS HELL WORKING!

Rich Russillo: KELTON DOESN’T APPEAR TO BE DONE THOUGH! HE PULLS BRONSON AWAY FROM THE CORNER, AND LOOKS TO LIFT HIM UP FOR A POWERBOMB–

(BANG!)

Rich Russillo: OH JESUS! OH GOD! HE JUST POWERBOMBED BRONSON OUT OF THE RING, AND HE CRASHED INTO THAT LADDER!

Thadd Blazevich: IT EXPLODED UPON IMPACT, YO! IS HE EVEN OKAY RIGHT NOW????

Rich Russillo: BRONSON ISN’T MOVING! BRONSON HAS GONE LIMP AT RINGSIDE!!! JON KELTON MIGHT HAVE JUST ENDED BRONSON DANIELS FOR GOOD, AND HE’S SMILING! HE HAS A SHIT EATING GRIN ON HIS FACE, HE’S ENJOYING EVERY SECOND OF WHAT HE’S JUST DONE! THE ENTIRETY OF TORONTO IS BOOING THIS MAN! HIS OWN PEOPLE! JON KELTON’S OWN HOMETOWN IS BOOING HIM!!!

Thadd Blazevich: I WOULD TOO, BRO! SMOKE IS RISING FROM BRONSON DANIELS’ FOREARMS RIGHT NOW, AND I SMELL COOKED MEAT! HE’D BE LUCKY IF HE JUST LOST A FEW HAIRS, THIS MAN MIGHT BE SUFFERING FROM SERIOUS BURNS RIGHT NOW!!!

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Rich Russillo: BUT JON KELTON DOESN’T CARE! HE’S SLIDING TO THE OUTSIDE, AND CONTINUING THIS ASSAULT! ONCE MORE, HE’S RAINING DOWN STRIKES AND FURTHER BLOODYING BRONSON DANIELS! ALL I CAN SMELL IS IRON AND FLESH, PEOPLE HAVE PAID TICKETS FOR THIS EXPERIENCE! REVOLTING!

Persephone: I’d pay double.

Thadd Blazevich: KELTON LIFTS BRONSON DANIELS UP, AND HE’S ONLY LOOKING TO FURTHER HURT BRONSON DANIELS! HE DRAGS HIS LIFELESS BODY OVER TO OUR RINGSIDE AREA, RIGHT IN FRONT OF US! THERE’S A CHAIR PROPPED UP RIGHT THERE! OH GOD, OH NO!

Rich Russillo: … :lupe:

Thadd Blazevich: … :lupe:

Persephone: …

Rich Russillo: SHEER DROP BRAINBUSTER ONTO THE CHAIR!!!!!!!!!

Thadd Blazevich: SHEER DROP BRAINBUSTER ONTO THE CHAIR!!!!!!!!!

(BANG!)

(The explosives rigged on the chair immediately set off; once again, Bronson Daniels ended up lifeless. Kelton began to writhe in pain, the explosives bursting against his back; putting his body in harm’s way simply to put an end to Bronson Daniels. However, he felt it was necessary. These are the lengths he had to go to in order to put Bronson Daniels down.)

(This is what he had to do to kill Bronson D. Jackson.)

(The former National Elite and New Breed Champion raised Bronson Daniels back to a standing base, albeit, only possible with his own assistance, before rolling him back into the ring. Kelton needed to tend to his own wounds, feeling a gash on his back. Slowly, he pushed his body into the ring, hooking Bronson Daniels’ leg.)

Referee: OOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Referee: TTTTTTTTWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

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Thadd Blazevich: HOW THE HELL IS THIS BRO STILL ALIVE??????????????????????

Rich Russillo: WE’VE SEEN SOME CRAZY THINGS IN THE LAND OF THE ELITE BUT HOW ON EARTH DID BRONSON DANIELS MANAGE TO KICK OUT???? HE POPPED HIS SHOULDER UP WITH SUCH LITTLE ENERGY AND STRENGTH, PERHAPS THE LAST OF IT; BRONSON DANIELS MANAGED TO KICK OUT!!!

Thadd Blazevich: I’M STUNNED! YOU’RE STUNNED! EVEN JON KELTON IS STUNNED! HE CAN’T BELIEVE IT!!!!!!

(Jon rolled off of Bronson. How? How on earth is he still in this? That would have ended any other man. Any other man would have taken the fall, then immediately said I Quit; they would have given up, yet Bronson Daniels persists. Bronson Daniels refuses to accept a world where Jon Kelton stabs him in the back and gets away with it. He refuses to accept a world where he would become the victim of Jon Kelton’s deranged and warped worldview. Kelton simply couldn’t understand it. He didn’t know where this was coming from, he didn’t know what was pushing Bronson Daniels further! He didn’t know. He didn’t…)

Jon Kelton: (off-mic) So that’s it… huh… ”Heartbeat?”

(He began to rise.)

Jon Kelton: (off-mic) That’s why you were called that after all these years. It wasn’t your honour… it wasn’t your… nghnn… it wasn’t your pride… it wasn’t your love… for this company…

(Kelton coughed.)

Jon Kelton: (off-mic) It was your sheer naivety and your delusion that you can keep going.

Jon Kelton: (off-mic) But you can’t. Don’t you get it? You can’t keep going. The more you push, the more hurdles I place in front of you; the more walls you run head-first into and the more pain you feel.

Jon Kelton: (off-mic) Are you REALLY The Heartbeat? Or do you just hate yourself that much, you’re willing to let me torture you until your body starts thinking before your pathetic fucking “hEaRt????”

(SPIT!)

Jon Kelton: (off-mic) You’re pathetic.

(SPIT!)

Jon Kelton: (off-mic) Useless.

(SPIT!)

Jon Kelton: (off-mic) Dumb fucking–

Thadd Blazevich: # GODBREAKER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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(Kelton stumbled back into the ropes… how on earth did Bronson Daniels find the energy to hit that move????)

(Bronson began to return to a seated base–)

Rich Russillo: # ‘THE DEVIL MADE ME DO IT’!!!!!!! BUSAIKU KNEE!!!!!!!

Thadd Blazevich: AND THEY’RE BOTH DOWN!!!!!!!!!!!

(The centre of the ring. Once a pure white hue, now stained by sweat and bright red blood, pooling and bubbling; staining, and painting the canvas they both lay on. Yet above it all were two men who were willing to kill one another to get what they wanted. Whatever their wants may be. How much can one man really “want” this? How much can one man really push themselves, to get something so trivial? Did it really mean that much to them?)

(The crowd began to roar, both men taking each other out, now laying in the middle of the ring taking deep breaths.)

(It was a while before they began to stir…)

(But it couldn’t end with both of them down. One of them had to win this stage.)

(Elysium crawled, locking heads like bulls in the center of the ring. Pushing their foreheads into one another, the two rose, using each other as leverage to rise to their feet.)

(And then… they traded forearms!)

Crowd: YEAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

Crowd: YEAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!

Crowd: YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!

Crowd: YEAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

Crowd: YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

Crowd: YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

Thadd Blazevich: AND BRONSON THROWS ONE MORE FOREARM–

Rich Russillo: NO! KELTON DUCKS! OFF THE ROPES!!!!!!

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Thadd Blazevich: # ‘FINAL ATONEMENT’!

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Rich Russillo: # ‘DIABLE JAMBE’!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Rich Russillo: BRONSON DANIELS HARKENING BACK TO HIS PAST; A BICYCLE KNEE TO THE DOME OF JON KELTON! PUMPHANDLE! HE HAS HIM IN THE PUMPHANDLE!!!!!!

Thadd Blazevich: # ‘DE FACTO’!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Rich Russillo: BRONSON GRABS KELTON BY THE ARM, HE LIFTS HIM BACK UP! HE’S NOT DONE! HE’S NOT DONE! ONE! LAST! CALLBACK!

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Rich Russillo: BRONSON HITS THE ROPES!

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Rich Russillo: # ‘HUNGER ON HILLSIDE’!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thadd Blazevich: COVER! BRONSON COVERS! BRONSON COVERS!!!!!!!!!!!

Referee: OOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

Thadd Blazevich: HOOKS THE LEG! HOOKS THE LEG! HOOKS THE LEG!

Referee: TTTTTTTTTWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!

Thadd Blazevich: HOOKS THE LEG! HOOKS THE LEG!

Referee: TTTTTTTHHHHHHRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!

Thadd Blazevich: HOOKS THE LEG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Rich Russillo: # JON KELTON’S SHOULDER IS OFF THE MAT!!!!!!!!!!!! BY AN INCH! JON KELTON’S SHOULDER IS UP BY A MERE INCH!!!!!!!!!!

Thadd Blazevich: HE DIDN’T EVEN KICK OUT WITH POWER! HE DIDN’T FORCE HIS ARM UP, HE SIMPLY RAISED THE SHOULDER!!!!!!! BRONSON DANIELS CALLED BACK TO HIS GREATEST RIVALS, BUT IT STILL WASN’T ENOUGH! JON KELTON LIFTS HIS SHOULDER ONLY BARELY, AND THAT’S ENOUGH TO SAVE THIS MATCH FOR HIM!!!!!!!

(Bronson fell out of the cover. His face buried itself into the canvas, amidst the blood, amidst the sweat; he was only adding more to the pile. It wasn’t possible to tell what emotions he was feeling, though perhaps the hiding of his face told the story entirely. Perhaps we didn’t need to see the glimmer of his eyes nor the quiver of his lip to understand that for a man defined by his roadblocks, defined by the hurdles placed in front of him, defined by everything that has ever stood in his way; calling back to EVERY. SINGLE. HURDLE… it wasn’t enough. And that tore him apart. That broke him at that moment. For just a few short seconds, Bronson Daniels had no clue what to think.)

(But… it was never possible to keep him down, to kill off the fight inside of him. Bronson knew that deep down, he had to keep going. He reached down into the darkest pits there were and what he found was his greatest sorrow.)

(Perhaps he simply had to do what he had always done. Be the light that overcame those dark pits.)

(Do as he always had done, and conquered it.)

(Bronson grabbed Kelton by the wrist…)

(And lifted him into position for Savage Mode.)

Rich Russillo: WE KNOW WHAT’S COMING HERE! THE ENTIRE WORLD IS ON THEIR FEET!

(…But…)

(…A cruel twist of fate.)

Thadd Blazevich: KELTON COUNTERS! KELTON COUNTERS!!!

Rich Russillo: # SAVAGE MODE!!!!!!

Thadd Blazevich: COVER! COVER! COVER!

Referee: OOOOOOONNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!

Referee: TTTTTTTTTTTWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

Referee: TTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(…)

(…)

(…)

Rich Russillo: BRONSON POWERS OUT!!!!!! HE POPS RIGHT OUT OF IT, AND HE’S STRIKING HIS FIST INTO THE MAT!!! WHAT ON EARTH????

Thadd Blazevich: THE SNAKE IN THE GRASS HAD USED WHAT HE HAD LEARNED AGAINST BRONSON; BUT BRONSON IS FIRED UP!!!!! HE’S NOT GOING TO LET JON KELTON SPIT IN HIS FACE FURTHERMORE, NOT LIKE THAT!!!

Rich Russillo: KELTON CAN’T BELIEVE IT; HE THOUGHT HE HAD THE MATCH WON! BRONSON POPS UP TO HIS KNEES…

Thadd Blazevich: BUT JON KELTON IS TAKING ADVANTAGE OF THIS! HE PULLS BRONSON TO HIS FEET AND TOSSES HIM OUT ONTO THE APRON!!!!!!

Rich Russillo: KELTON HITS THE ROPES!!!! ‘FINAL ATONEMENT’ THROUGH THE TABLE!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thadd Blazevich: NO! BRONSON GETS A KNEE UP! KELTON IS STUNNED, AND BRONSON PULLS HIM OUT! BRONSON PULLS HIM ONTO THE APRON WITH HIM… AND HE HOOKS THE ARM!!!!!!

(…)

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(…)

(…)

Rich Russillo: # ‘SAVAGE MODE’!!!!!!!!!!

(BANG!)

Rich Russillo: AND THEY BOTH GO CRASHING THROUGH THE TABLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(Smoke began to rise, shrouding their bodies in mist, making it hard to discern them among the rubble of the table. But in spite of that, it was clear, nobody was moving. Not Jon Kelton, nor Bronson Daniels.)

(The referee slid to the outside, and immediately began to check on the two.)

(It was some time before either of them started to move. It was almost like they were out for an eternity.)

(But eventually… he began to crawl.)

(Bronson Daniels, the Heart and Soul of Elite Answers Wrestling; he moved forward. With nothing to use as leverage… he gripped the ladder he was thrown into earlier.)

(It was a struggle. He could barely stand. He even tipped the ladder over, knocking it down onto the apron. He, too, fell alongside it; catching himself on the ropes.)

(He pulled himself into the ring, dragging the ladder in beside him.)

(Bronson held onto the ladder, once more looking to use it as leverage, use it to pull himself to his feet. Leaning it against the corner, Bronson did all he could to return to a standing base. It was long, it was hard, but finally, he stood tall.)

(He was still standing.)

(Limping, groaning, wincing, he made his way over to the lifeless Jon Kelton; and he attempted to drag him back into the ring.)

(Slowly… steadily… using all of his strength, he hauled the lifeless body of his former brother back into their battlefield.)

(Bronson grabbed Kelton’s leg, looking to cover…)

Thadd Blazevich: ANTI-LIFE EQUATION!!!!!! TRIANGLE CHOKE!!!!

(…)

(…)

(…)

Thadd Blazevich: BUT… HE HAS NOTHING. ABSOLUTELY NOTHING! KELTON DROPS, AS DOES BRONSON! ALL HE MANAGED TO DO WAS PULL BRONSON BACK DOWN!

Rich Russillo: Sure… that might have saved him short term… but he’s out. He’s completely out. Bronson is awake, he’s still pushing, he’s still fighting. Even if he’s broken, struggling to stand, he’s still trying to climb back to his feet. But… Kelton? He’s out cold.

Rich Russillo: That was all Kelton had…

Thadd Blazevich: And perhaps… Bronson knows this. He’s about to put an end to this, bro!

Rich Russillo: He hooks the arm… this one is over…

Thadd Blazevich: …

Rich Russillo: …

Rich Russillo: # ‘SAVAGE MODE.’

(BANG!)

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(…)

(…)

Thadd Blazevich: # FINAL ATONEMENT THROUGH THE LADDER!!!!!!!!!!!

Rich Russillo: KELTON GRABBED BRONSON’S WAIST AND DROVE THEM DIRECTLY INTO THE LADDER BEHIND THEM! IT CRUMBLES UNDER THEIR WEIGHT, UNDER THE EXPLOSION!!!!!!

(Smoke flies. Both men are down.)

(All we can see is two silhouettes.)

(One man with their shoulders against the mat.)

(The other on top of them.)

Referee: OOOOOONNNNNNNNNEEEEEE!!!!!!!

Referee: ….

Referee: ….

Referee: …

Referee: TTTTTTTTTWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!

Referee: …

Referee: …

Referee: …

Referee: TTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!

Referee: …

Referee: …

Referee: …

Bella Braxton: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN… YOUR WINNER OF THE SECOND STAGE…

(The smoke clears.)

(Our winner is revealed…)

Bella Braxton: # JON KELTON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(And the third stage is cemented.)

Thadd Blazevich: OH MY GOD, BRAH! KELTON MANAGED TO PULL IT BACK! HE MANAGED TO DO IT!!!!!!

Rich Russillo: AT THE LAST POSSIBLE SECOND, HE DROVE BRONSON DANIELS THROUGH THE LADDER, AND THAT WAS IT!!! JON KELTON SURVIVES, AND WE HAVE OUR THIRD STAGE!!!

(Once more, the ringside staff come to check on both men. For the damage has been done. The fact either man is still going is nothing short of a miracle yet somehow, some way, they’re still fighting. They’re still going. They have to.)

(This was it after all. The closing stage of this tragedy between the two. This was all they had left.)

(Street Fight. Your winner: Bronson Daniels.)

(Exploding Tables, Ladders and Chairs. Your winner: Jon Kelton.)

(Next… I Quit.)

Thadd Blazevich: This is it, bro. This is what it has been leading up to.

Rich Russillo: There’s no turning back now. This is the end. One of these men has to say those dreaded words…

Thadd Blazevich: And neither man will want to.

Narrator: Him the vindictive rod of angry justice

Sent quick and howling to the center headlong;

I, fed with judgment, in a fleshly tomb, am

Buried above ground.

Bella Braxton: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN… IT IS TIME FOR THE FINAL STAGE OF HARDCORE HELL… ‘I QUIT’!!!!!!!!!

Narrator: Alas; we are here. Did it have to be this way? The end of the road, the dead end to a path that has left nothing but pain and suffering for men that once upon a time fancied themselves brothers in arms. How tragic it is to arrive here.

Thadd Blazevich: I can’t read their expressions. I can’t tell if they look ready… or not.

Narrator: The End of Elysium.

Rich Russillo: …Does it matter?

(And with the last of their energy…)

(THEY CHARGE!)

Rich Russillo: SPRINTING; DUELING IN THE CENTER OF THE RING, ONCE MORE THEY ENGAGE IN A HOCKEY FIGHT! TRADING BLOW AFTER BLOW AFTER BLOW, WHAT IS IT COURSING THROUGH THEIR VEINS RIGHT NOW? THIS ISN’T ADRENALINE, THIS CAN’T EVEN BE HATRED! THIS IS SOMETHING ELSE!!!!!

Thadd Blazevich: BRONSON DANIELS DUCKS A PUNCH! HE HITS THE ROPES…

Rich Russillo: # BATMAN PUNCH!!!!

Thadd Blazevich: DENIED!

Rich Russillo: # GALICK GUN!!!!!

Thadd Blazevich: BRONSON DODGES!!!!

Rich Russillo: # CHROME HEARTS!!!!!!!!!!!

Thadd Blazevich: BUT KELTON DUCKS!!!!!!!

Rich Russillo: # THE DEVIL MADE ME DO IT!!!!!!!!

Thadd Blazevich: BRONSON STEPS OUT OF THE WAY!!!!!!!!

Rich Russillo: KELTON THROWS A PUNCH!!!!!

Thadd Blazevich: HAYMAKER FROM BRONSON!!!!!!

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Thadd Blazevich: BUT THEIR FISTS COLLIDE! IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING, THEY BOTH PUNCH ONE ANOTHER’S FIST!!!!!!

Rich Russillo: CLASHING IN THE CENTER OF THE RING, THEY BOTH REFUSE TO GO DOWN!!!!

Rich Russillo: BRONSON PULLS HIS HEAD BACK!!!

Thadd Blazevich: SO DOES KELTON!!!!!

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Rich Russillo: AND THEY HEADBUTT ONE ANOTHER!!!! THEY BOTH STUMBLE BACK, LANDING IN OPPOSING TURNBUCKLES!!!!!

(It seems they had one another scouted. Kelton fell to a knee, as did Bronson. They were all square. Both in tally, and in ability. In knowledge. In experience. Right now, there was nothing one man had over the other.)

(Their eyes locked.)

(And they both knew what one another wanted to do.)

(Simultaneous sighs.)

(Both men charged up. Rising to their feet, their eye contact never left.)

(Bronson curved his elbow.)

(Kelton prepared to sprint…)

Thadd Blazevich: TWO BULLS LOCKING HORNS… WHO IS GOING TO SHOOT FIRST????

Rich Russillo: THEY CHARGE!!!!!!!!!

Thadd Blazevich: …

Rich Russillo: …

Persephone: …

Crowd: …

Referee: …

Bronson Daniels: # ‘MICKEY I JUST KNOCKED YOUR HEAD OFF’!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Referee: …

Crowd: …

Persephone: …

Rich Russillo: …

Thadd Blazevich: …

Jon Kelton: # ‘FINAL ATONEMENT’!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(CRASH!)

Thadd Blazevich: BRONSON IS OUT!!!!!! FINAL ATONEMENT; JON KELTON WINS THE SHOOTOUT…

Rich Russillo: BUT… PERHAPS IT’S NO USE!!! HE NEEDS TO MAKE BRONSON DANIELS MUTTER THOSE TWO WORDS!!!

(And Kelton didn’t waste any time. He slid outside of the ring. The former National Elite Champion began to search underneath the apron.)

(He found two bricks.)

(Kelton slid back into the ring.)

Thadd Blazevich: Oh God… what on earth is he going to do with those???

(He began to stalk Bronson. Circling him like a shark. He smelled blood in the water once more.)

(Kelton knelt down beside Bronson.)

Jon Kelton: (off-mic) Say… how’s that ring?

(Bronson coughed.)

Jon Kelton: (off-mic) No. Not your Hall of Fame ring.

(He grabbed Bronson’s left hand.)

(And he placed his ring finger between the two bricks, sandwiching it.)

Jon Kelton: (off-mic) I hope Milli doesn’t hate me too bad.

(STOMP!)

(CRACK!)

(Bronson Daniels screamed in agony. The brick cracked, yet it wasn’t the brick that made the sound.)

Jon Kelton: (off-mic) There goes your plans for the future.

(Kelton grabbed him by the jaw.)

Jon Kelton: (off-mic) Say it.

Thadd Blazevich: I… have no words.

Rich Russillo: Jon Kelton is stooping to disgusting lengths.

Jon Kelton: (off-mic) SAY IT!

(The referee came beside Bronson Daniels with a microphone. His wincing could immediately be heard. Yet through sharp breaths…)

Bronson Daniels: Nah.

(A scowl escaped Jon Kelton.)

Thadd Blazevich: IT’S CLEAR KELTON’S HAD ENOUGH! HE LIFTS BRONSON DANIELS UP, AND HE HOOKS THE ARMS!!!!!

Rich Russillo: # CHANGE THE FUTURE!!!! ONTO THE BRICKS!!!!!

(Bronson collapses, head bouncing off the bricks. Kelton grabs the referee by his shirt and throws him beside Bronson.)

Jon Kelton: (off-mic) SAY IT. FUCKING SAY IT.

(Silence.)

(Nothing escapes Bronson’s lips.)

(Nothing until… a small breath.)

Bronson Daniels: Nah.

Rich Russillo: JON KELTON, ONCE AGAIN, IS GOING THROUGH IT! HE GROANS, AND SLIDES TO THE OUTSIDE, GRABBING HALF OF THE TABLE THEY WENT THROUGH EARLIER, WITH THE LEGS STILL ATTACHED!!!!

(Kelton slides into the ring, and would set up the half-table against the turnbuckles.)

Rich Russillo: A SLAB OF WOOD IN THE CORNER OF THE RING, AND KELTON GRABS BRONSON BY HIS HAIR! DRAGGING HIM OVER, WHAT ON EARTH IS HE GOING TO DO???

Jon Kelton: (off-mic) SAY IT!

(SLAM!)

Rich Russillo: HE DRIVES BRONSON HEAD FIRST INTO THE TABLE!

Jon Kelton: (off-mic) SAY IT!

(SLAM!)

Jon Kelton: (off-mic) SAY IT!

(SLAM!)

Jon Kelton: (off-mic) SAY! IT!

(SLAM!)

(SLAM!)

(SLAM!)

(SLAM!)

(SLAM!)

(SLAM!)

(SLAM!)

(SLAM!)

(…)

(…)

(The referee would slide over. Barely, just barely, Bronson clung onto consciousness.)

Referee: Bronson… do you quit???

(…)

(…)

(…)

(Bronson’s head sank.)

(He had been through so much.)

(He couldn’t bear it any longer.)

(The only words he knew how to say slipped out of his lips.)

(The only words he could say…)

(…)

Bronson Daniels: Nah.

Thadd Blazevich: BRO! DESPITE EVERYTHING, HE’S STILL IN IT! THERE’S A HOLE IN THAT TABLE THE SHAPE OF HIS HEAD, IT’S SHROUDED IN BLOOD, BUT HE STILL REFUSES TO GIVE UP!!!!!!!

Rich Russillo: BUT JON KELTON DOESN’T!!! PULLING BRONSON AWAY FROM THE CORNER, HE LOOKS TO FINISH THIS!!!!!

Thadd Blazevich: # ANTI-LIFE EQUATION!!!!!!

(Jon Kelton would quickly apply the Hells Gate…)

(…)

(…)

(Is this it?)

(The end of Elysium?)

(Was the blood coating Bronson Daniels’ face all that was left of a brotherhood long gone?)

(…Ironically…)

(It was that very blood that allowed Bronson Daniels to slip out.)

Thadd Blazevich: # MICKEY I JUST KNOCKED YOUR HEAD OFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(…)

(…)

(…)

(He wasn’t done.)

(THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!)

Rich Russillo: BRONSON DANIELS IS DRIVING HIS FOREARM INTO THE BACK OF JON KELTON’S HEAD! OVER, AND OVER, AND OVER! HE’S ABOUT TO END HIS FORMER BEST FRIEND! HIS PARTNER! HIS BROTHER!

(THUD! THUD! THUD!)

Rich Russillo: THE REFEREE IS PULLING BRONSON OFF OF KELTON!

(THUD! THUD! THU–)

Referee: ENOUGH! ENOUGH!

(…)

Referee: JON, DO YOU QUIT???

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Jon Kelton: …

Jon Kelton: …

Jon Kelton: …

(Jon twitched. He turned his head to look at Bronson.)

(He wasn’t the same.)

(He was rocked.)

(He was loopy.)

(This was it.)

(…)

Jon Kelton: Go fuck yourself.

Rich Russillo: WHAT ON EARTH DO THESE TWO HAVE TO DO TO ONE ANOTHER????

Thadd Blazevich: DO EITHER OF THEM EVEN HAVE IT IN THEM TO SAY I QUIT????

(Bronson drops to his knees. Unlike Jon, this didn’t enrage him. This didn’t drive him to the brink. He simply sighed.)

(Bronson rested his head besides Kelton’s. Neither man could truly move.)

Bronson Daniels: (off-mic) Please, Jon…

(He shook his head.)

Bronson Daniels: (off-mic) Please.

(…)

(…)

(…)

(No response.)

(He would have to end Jon Kelton himself.)

(Bronson sighed.)

Bronson Daniels: (off-mic) Fine.

(He lifted Kelton up to his knees.)

(And he took multiple steps back.)

(Bronson charged.)

(…)

Rich Russillo: # MICKEY I JUST KNOCKED YOUR HEAD OFF!!!!!!!!!!!

(But…)

(Kelton collapsed. He fell to his stomach before Bronson could even reach him.)

(Bronson’s head sank. Before he gritted his teeth and shook his head. He wasn’t going to give Jon the chance. Once more he lifted him up, once more he stepped back.)

Rich Russillo: AND AGAIN–

Thadd Blazevich: # FINAL ATONEMENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Rich Russillo: BOTH MEN ARE DOWN AND OUT, BUT SOMEHOW JON KELTON IS STILL CONSCIOUS!!!! I’M NOT SURE HOW, I’M NOT SURE WHY; BUT HE’S STILL FIGHTING! JON KELTON IS CLINGING ON UNTIL THE BITTER, TRULY BITTER END!!!

Thadd Blazevich: KELTON ROLLS OUT OF THE RING, PERHAPS ALL HE NEEDS IS ONE FINAL WEAPON! ONE FINAL WEAPON TO PUT BRONSON DANIELS DOWN! BUT HOW ON EARTH IS HE GOING TO MAKE HIM SAY THOSE WORDS! HOW IS HE GOING TO MAKE HIM SAY HE QUITS????

(Kelton began to stumble outside of the ring, evidently searching for something. However, he wouldn’t go to any of the aprons. Instead, he’d march over to the steel steps. Pulling them to the side, would reveal one last hidden object.)

(Covered in dried blood.)

(Handcuffs. The very handcuffs he and Bronson were bound together with back at Wicked Games. Their blood remained. The handcuffs had rusted, but were still strong, they still maintained their integrity.)

(Slowly, Kelton slid into the ring.)

(He grabbed Bronson’s wrist.)

(CLICK!)

(He chained him to the ropes.)

Thadd Blazevich: This… this isn’t good.

Rich Russillo: Bronson is pretty much ripe for the picking… Kelton can do… anything he wants…

(Kelton stumbled over to the brick.)

(He wrapped his fingers around it.)

Rich Russillo: Oh… Oh god…

(And he made his way back over to Bronson.)

(Barely standing. Barely alive. He gripped the brick. He clenched it, tight.)

(…)

(…)

(…)

Jon Kelton: (off-mic) This…

(…)

Jon Kelton: (off-mic) This won’t do anything.

Crowd: :lupe:

Jon Kelton: (off-mic) I know no matter what I do to you… no matter how much I punish you… you’ll never say it. You’ll never say those words.

Crowd: :lupe: :lupe:

Jon Kelton: (off-mic) I could beat your skull in with this brick and you’d still find a way to persist. Whether it’s your “heart” or your hatred for me. Whatever it is… I know it won’t work.

Crowd: :lupe: :lupe: :lupe:

(Kelton shook his head.)

Jon Kelton: (off-mic) Which is why…

(And he turned his head to the crowd.)

Jon Kelton: (off-mic) It won’t be you.

(Bronson turned his head, tracing Kelton’s line of sight. To see what he was looking at.)

Bronson Daniels: (off-mic) No. NO. DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE.

(Jon Kelton had someone in sight.)

(Natasha Thompson. The social worker who took Bronson Daniels into foster care after the passing of his uncle. Bronson’s childhood was something he wasn’t shy to talk about. He was open about his struggles, the lack of a life he had, and the desire to have something of his own. He had always stayed close with Natasha.)

(This was her chance to see his matches in person.)

Bronson Daniels: (off-mic) DON’T YOU DARE. JON. JON!!!

(…)

(…)

(…)

(Jon slid out of the ring.)

Rich Russillo: NO, JON! NO! THIS IS TOO FAR!

Thadd Blazevich: BRO, NO!

(Kelton hurried over to Natasha, who attempted to get out of her seat and escape — a look of fear plastering her face — but Kelton’s disgusting plan had already formed in his mind long before she could even process what he was doing. Gripping the scalp of her hair, Jon pulled Natasha over the barricade.)

Bronson Daniels: (off-mic) JON. JON! DON’T YOU FUCKING DO IT. LEAVE HER OUT OF THIS! THIS IS BETWEEN YOU AND ME!

(He lifted Natasha onto the apron, climbing up beside her, never once losing his grip.)

Bronson Daniels: (off-mic) SHE HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS! YOU KNOW THAT! HOW DOES THIS HELP YOU ACHIEVE YOUR DREAMS????

(Jon bit his tongue.)

Bronson Daniels: (off-mic) I GET IT, YOU TOOK ALL OF THAT OUT ON ME BECAUSE YOU THOUGHT THAT I WAS GETTING IN YOUR WAY; BUT WHAT DOES SHE HAVE TO DO WITH THIS???

Jon Kelton: (off-mic) Say it.

Bronson Daniels: (off-mic) JON!

Jon Kelton: (off-mic) SAY IT.

Bronson Daniels: (off-mic) JON—

Jon Kelton: (off-mic) SAY IT OR I’LL BASH HER HEAD OPEN. SAY IT!

Rich Russillo: THIS IS DISGUSTING, JON, LET HER GO!

(Ringside staff would quickly begin to surround Kelton.)

Bronson Daniels: (off-mic) LET HER GO!!!

(Bronson was kicking, pulling at the handcuffs.)

(…But Jon would raise the brick above his head.)

Bronson Daniels: (off-mic) STOP, JON! STOP!

(HE SWUNG–)

Bronson Daniels: (off-mic) I QUIT, JON! I QUIT! STOP!

(DING! DING! DING!)

(The brick never met Natasha’s head. Jon pulled his swing the moment he heard Bronson’s words.)

(He let the woman go. Ringside staff were quick to grab her, and escort her to safety.)

(He dropped the brick.)

Bronson Daniels: (off-mic) Jon…

(Bronson had no more words to speak. He was frozen.)

(Kelton dropped off the apron.)

Bella Braxton: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, YOUR WINNER OF THE THIRD STAGE, AND YOUR WINNER OF THREE STAGES OF HARDCORE HELL… JON KELTON!!!!!!!!!

(It would be a while before the speakers would make any noise. Kelton began to step back towards the ramp. There was an uneasy hush throughout the arena. Referees and ringside staff quickly rushed to Bronson’s aid, aiming to free him from the handcuffs as well as get him some medical attention. Kelton, on the other hand, would just back up the ramp. Slowly… methodically.)

(Until…)

(Kelton let out a deafening scream.)

(‘All of the Lights (Interlude)’ by Kanye West began to play through the PA System. It was the only noise in the entire arena, beyond Jon Kelton’s wailing; every emotion that has built up inside of him throughout these years seeping through his body. He fell to his knees on the ramp. Was it a battle cry? Was it a celebration? Who knew? Would anybody ever know? This has been years in the making for Jon Kelton, and this is the level he had to stoop to. The commentary team was shook, speechless, breathless. The audience was breathless. The only man that was energetic was none other than Jon Kelton.)

(The only man that felt alive…)

(Stood at the top of the ramp.)

(All the while his former brother held his head in his hands.)

(This was the end.)

(And Pain For Pride would fade out to commercial break.)

(The graphic for the Main Event of Night Two appears as the fans explode in cheers.)

(The camera pans to Gina Romano as she makes the introductions to the participants.)

Gina Romano: THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS THE MAIN EVENT OF PAIN FOR PRIDE XIX NIGHT TWO AND IT IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL!

Crowd: ONE FALL!!!

Gina Romano: INTRODUCING FIRST…. FROM BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS! WEIGHING IN AT 143 POUNDS…. ACCOMPANIED TO THE RING BY HER BUTLER, CORNELIUS…. ‘THE ETERNAL EMPRESS”…. BEA VALENTINE!!!

(“Gloria” by the London Symphony Orchestra starts to play…. And it sounds more live because they are all situated on the side of the entranceway. They begin to sing as the crowd erupts in cheers, there is a red curtain that opens and Bea Valentine walks out! She looks around with Cornelius next to her and makes her way toward the ring.)

Deadprez: The London Symphony Orchestra is here! They are singing and playing “Gloria”! Bea Valentine earned the right to win the shot at Pain For Pride defeating none other than Harper Lee! Now she gets a chance to Main Event and make history again!

Sienna Swann: This woman has class sweetie! She looks ready, there are very few times that I will say something nice about a woman’s wardrobe and looks but the two here in this match tonight know how to do it!

Gavin Kirkland: She is ready, there is no question about it! What we have here are three wrestlers that will battle for the ultimate prize,

(Bea walks into the ring and awaits the opponents as she then stands there talking off her entrance gear as her theme fades and goes right into “7 Rings” by Arianna Grande. The crowd again stands up and cheers as there is a Doll House which has covered the stage. The door fly opens and a bunch of looking Barbie girls run out, and then comes Veena Adams out wearing all pink and white. The crowd cheers as Veena walks out and smiles before heading to the ring.)

Gina Romano: THE SECOND CHALLENGER, HAILS FROM GREENWICH, CT.! WEIGHING IN AT 137 LBS.! SHE IS “THE GOLDEN STAR” VEENA ADAMS!!!!!

(Veena Adams stops and raises her arms as the Toronto crowd loves her. She smiles again and heads toward the ring.)

Gavin Kirkland: My angel! My everything! I love her! She is the next Answers World Champion and will be where she belongs!

Sienna Swann: If anyone has the absolute most focus in this match it is Veena for what Jake Smith did to her just as she was about to make history. Veena Adams is a woman that wants her revenge and she will get it!

Deadprez: And now we with these two women, Jake Smith knows that his championship is indeed in trouble. Veena and Bea Valentine both want this more than anything.

(Veena gets in the ring, her and Bea Valentine stare at one another for a moment before she finally gets to the corner and stands on the turnbuckle raising her hands as the crowd cheers. Her theme fades as “Stop Breathing” by Playboi Carti starts to play and everyone boos. Jake Smith walks out with Caroline holding the Answers World Championship. He is decked out in Gold and Black.)

Gina Romano: AND THE FINAL ENTRANT IS THE ANSWERS WORLD CHAMPION! HE IS FROM ATHERTON, CALIFORNIA! WEIGHING IN AT A ROBUST 210 POUNDS! ACCOMPANIED TO THE RING BY CAROLINE….. “THE FOREVER CHAMPION” JAKE SMITH!!!!

(The crowd continues to boo as Jake makes his way toward the ring. Caroline walks being him not amused as the pyro goes off behind him. Jake is focused on his two opponents as he knows this is going to be one hell of a title defense.)

Deadprez: The crowd is showing why he is one of the most unpopular wrestlers in the EAW. Jake Smith is the Answers World Champion, and he looks to walk out with it into Season 20!

Sienna Swann: I am not a fan, but Jake Smith knows how to win sweetie. This is an amazing event and my first Pain For Pride Main Event to call, this is exciting!

Gavin Kirkland: I am excited just sitting here next to you Sienna.

Sienna Swann: I know.

Gavin Kikrland: And…. Oh, right BOO Jake Smith… BOO!

(Jake gets in the ring, Caroline helps him take the ring gear off as he hands the title to the referee who holds it up, as all three competitors get ready, he signals for the bell and the start of the match.)

(DING!!!! DING!!! DING!!!)

(And the match begins, the Main Event of Pain For Pride Night Two as everyone looks around at the sold out Rogers Centre. The electricity is deafening as the crowd is on their feet. Veena Adams looks around, Bea Valentine is consumed by the reaction, and Jake Smith doesn’t care and flips off the Toronto crowd as the boo him even more.)

Deadprez: Jake Smith is about to lock up with Bea Valentine, and he rolls out of the ring instead! Bea screams for him to get back in there!

Bea Valentine: (Off Mic) GET IN HERE YOU COWARD!

Deadprez: But Jake is just smiling next to Caroline as Veena Adams runs against the ropes and TOPE SUICIDA! WHAT A WAY TO START THE MATCH AND VEENA ADAMS JUST TOOK OUT JAKE SMITH! CAROLINE MOVED OUT OF THE WAY JUST IN TIME AS THE CROWD IS GOING CRAZY!

Sienna Swann: Veena Adams was not wasting anytime sweetie, she picks up Jake Smith and rolls him back in the ring, but Bea Valentine quickly grabs him into a Small Package!

ONE!!!!!

Sienna Swann: Veena quickly slid back in and broke it up as Jake is now trying to scramble to the corner! Bea is turned around yelling at Veena as the two stare at one another and JAKE SMITH PUSHES BEA INTO VEENA, THEY COLLIDE HEADS AND VEENA FALLS INTO THE CORNER, JAKE SMITH WITH A FLYING NECKBREAKER!

Gavin Kirkland: He hit that on the money, and he is quickly going for a cover!

ONE!!!

Gavin Kirkland: BEA KICKS OUT! Jake is scrambling to grab her, and he sets her up for a Suplex, BUT HERE COMES VEENA WITH A FLYING CLOTHESLINE! Jake is down!

Deadprez: VEENA IMMEDIATELY ON THE ATTACK AND BEGINS TO RAIN BRUTAL FISTS INTO THE SKULL OF JAKE SMITH! SHE WANTS TO HURT THIS MAN!

Sienna Swann: Well, it’s not exactly unwarranted, sweetie. Veena is now trying to grab and twist through on Jake to lock in a sleeper hold! Hoping to choke the champion out!

Gavin Kirkland: BEA VALENTINE WITH A KNEE TO THE BACK OF VEENA’S HEAD! Bea looking to take control while Veena was focused on Jake! Veena is rocked and Bea is looking for another knee— NO A FULL ON BEA TRIGGER! THIS EARLY ON!

Deadprez: BUT VEENA ROLLS TO THE SIDE AND DODGES IT! Veena pops quickly to her feet and begins to throw punches at Bea Valentine! Trying to retain control in the early stages of the match!

Gavin Kirkland: SHE CAN CONTROL ME ANY DAY! :mjlit:

Sienna Swann: Bea and Veena trading shots now as neither woman backing down! And Jake Smith is creeping his way back into the corner! Watching as his opponents begin to pick each other apart for him!

Gavin Kirkland: How can any self-respecting man watch these two beauties harm each other and smoke like that?

Deadprez: Self-respecting?

Sienna Swann: Bea and Veena still going at it— BEA SENDS VEENA INTO THE ROPES! Veena rebounds and runs back! Bea leapfrogs over her! Veena hits the ropes again and looks for a clothesline on the way back! BUT BEA DUCKS IT! BEA WITH A ROUNDHOUSE KICK!

Deadprez: VEENA BLOCKS THE ROUNDHOUSE! SHE GRABS BEA AND PULLS HER IN WITH THE TRAPPED LEG! SHE SENDS HER FLYING WITH A FISHERMAN’S BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX! COVER!

ONE!!!

Gavin Kirkland: Bea powers out! A lot of cover attempts early! JAKE SMITH! HE GRABS VEENA FROM BEHIND AND SENDS HER THROUGH THE ROPES!! LOOKING TO CAPITALIZE! HE GRABS BEA BY THE HEAD AND PULLS HER UP!

Sienna Swann: LAST SEDATION! HE DRIVES THE STUNNED BEA VALENTINE DOWN WITH THE POP UP POWERBOMB! NOW HE HAS THE COVER!

ONE!!

T—

Deadprez: NOT ENOUGH! BEA VALENTINE IS STILL ALIVE! But Bea is beginning to take heavy damage here! She’s taken some big shots early!

Gavin Kirkland: And Jake Smith isn’t going to let up anytime soon! He grabs her by the hair and yanks her to her feet! Turning around— STARMAKER!!!

Sienna Swann: NOBODY HOME SWEETIE! BEA PUSHES JAKE AWAY BEFORE HE CAN HIT THE JUMPING CUTTER! JAKE STUMBLES INTO THE CORNER—

Deadprez: BEA SWARM! BEA FOLLOWS UP AND RUNS IN WITH A DOUBLE KNEE TO JAKE’S HEAD AS HE TURNS AROUND! THE CHAMPION’S HEAD SNAPPED BACK VIOLENTLY AND HE FALLS TO THE MAT! BEA VALENTINE HOOKS THE LEG!

ONE!!

TW—

Gavin Kirkland: KICKOUT FROM THE CHAMP! Jake Smith may not be anyone’s favorite person but he is a survivor if nothing else!

Deadprez: You’re not wrong. But Bea needs to keep her head on a swivel! Here comes Veena Adams again! She slides into the ring and tackles Bea to the mat!

Sienna Swann: BUT VEENA TURNS HER ATTENTION! SHE SEES JAKE SMITH DOWN AND LASERS IN ON HIM!

Gavin Kirkland: MY BEAUTIFUL ANGEL OF VENGEANCE HAS HER SIGHTS SET ON BEATING JAKE SMITH INTO THE DIRT! SHE GRABS HIM IN A REVERSE HEADLOCK AND TORQUE’S HIS SPINE TO FORCE JAKE TO STAND! A DARK TURN!!!

Deadprez: NO! SMITH SLIPS FREE AT THE LAST SECOND AND AVOIDS THE SPINNING HEADLOCK ELBOW!

Sienna Swann: Smith is free and Veena is turned around! Look out sweetie! SUPERKICK! JAKE NEARLY TAKES VEENA’S HEAD OFF AS SHE TURNS AROUND! ANOTHER COVER!

ONE!!

Gavin Kirkland: THE PIN IS IMMEDIATELY BROKEN UP BY BEA VALENTINE DROPPING AN ELBOW TO THE BACK OF JAKE’S HEAD! Bea looks down at both of her opponents— AND LEAPS UP! JUMPING KNEE DROP TO BOTH OPPONENTS!

Sienna Swann: Bea looks between her opponents and—

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Deadprez: Caroline grabbing Jake by the boot and pulling him out of the ring to safety! And the crowd letting them hear it!

Sienna Swann: Well, I suppose the makes Bea’s decision for her! She looks at the now cleared ring and grabs Veena by the arm, dragging her up— AND LIFTING! FIREMAN’S CARRY DRIVER!

Gavin Kirkland: BUT THE GRACEFUL BEAUTY OF VEENA ADAMS USES ELBOWS AND SLIPS OUT OF THE FIREMAN’S CARRY! SHE HITS THE ROPES QUICKLY!!

Deadprez: Bea turns around—

Gavin Kirkland: SPEAR!!! VEENA HIT BEA WITH THE REBOUND SPEAR! DROPPING DOWN AND MAKING A COVER!

ONE!!!

TW—

Sienna Swann: SHE KICKS OUT! Bea Valentine powers out of that! These three are pulling out all the stops in the early goings sweetie! Veena now grabbing Bea to keep up the punishment! Looking to make something— KILLER QUEEN’S RHAPSODY! VEENA LOOKING FOR THE KIMURA LOCK!

Deadprez: BUT BEA COUNTERS! SHE SLIPS HER ARM OUT AND ROLLS THROUGH! GRABBING VEENA’S LEGS! AND TWISTING THEM INTO A FIGURE FOUR LEG LOCK!

Gavin Kirkland: VEENA’S LOVELY LEGS ARE IN PAIN AND BEA IS APPLYING PRESSURE! VEENA IS PUSHING FOR THE BOTTOM ROPE!

Sienna Swann: BUT THERE IS NO DQ IN TRIPLE THREATS! SO, ROPE BREAKS WON’T SAVE HER!

Deadprez: AND VEENA KNOWS THAT! SHE DRAGS HERSELF ALL THE WAY TO THE APRON! AND PULLS HERSELF OUT OF THE RING! BEA IS FORCED TO RELEASE HER THROUGH GRAVITY!! Incredible display of survival instinct by Veena Adams! Bea Valentine getting to her feet—

Gavin Kirkland: HELL ABOVE! JAKE SMITH LEAPS IN WITH THE FLIP PILEDRIVER! HE PLANTS BEA ON THE MAT AND MAKES A COVER!!!

ONE!!!

TWO!!

Sienna Swann: BEA KICKS OUT AGAIN!! Bea Valentine proving why she deserves to be in this match! But Jake Smith is not going to leave her alone for long! He’s going to the turnbuckles!

Deadprez: Jake begins to cling to the second rope and looks like he is setting up to hit Hell Above for a second time! He gets set—

Gavin Kirkland: BUT BEA VALENTINE RUSHES UP BEHIND HIM! SHE BEGINS TO CLUB AT THE BACK OF THE ANSWERS WORLD CHAMPION! BEA VALENTINE GRABBING JAKE SMITH AND CLIMBING UP BEHIND HIM!

Sienna Swann: HIGH RISK HIGH REWARD SWEETIE! BEA IS FORCING JAKE UP TO THE TOP ROPE! HAS HIM FROM BEHIND STILL! LOOKING FOR AN AVALANCHE GERMAN SUPLEX—

Deadprez: BUT VEENA ADAMS SLIDES IN NOW! SHE RUNS IN AND LEAPS UP BEHIND THEM BOTH! SHE WRAPS HER ARMS AROUND BEA AND PULLS BACK! AVALANCHE DOUBLE GERMAN SUPLEX!!

(All three competitors crash violently to the mat as Veena falls and throws Bea, who falls as she throws Jake. All three are laid out across the ring.)

Sienna Swann: ALL THREE ARE DOWN! VEENA SCARIFICED HERSELF TO PUT ENOUGH POWER IN TO HIT THAT MOVE! AND BEA HELD ONTO JAKE THE WHOLE WAY TO THROW HIM TOO! THAT WAS INCREDIBLE!

Deadprez: The crowd is cheering all three…well two of the three…competitors on as the referee is watching closely. No count. There must be a winner under these sudden death rules. Tremendous action early on in this Answers World Championship match.

Gavin Kirkland: Veena is the first one to start getting back to her feet as she took the least damage from the Avalanche Suplex. Jake is rolling towards the ropes AND WHAT IS CAROLINE DOING!?

Deadprez: Well, we have our first major piece of weaponry in this match as Caroline slid Jake what looks to be a kendo stick. Jake is trying to hide it and play possum because he knows Veena is focused on him.

Sienna Swann: Sweetie, it was completely obvious. People in the nosebleeds could have seen that. Veena saw it too and she rolls out of the ring and tries to find a weapon to fight fire with fire.

(Veena is under the ring looking for a weapon to beat the hell out of Jake with as Cornelius is at the edge of the ring checking on his Lady Bea.)

Gavin Kirkland: Veena is starting to come out from under the ring AND SHE COMES OUT WITH HER DIAMOND ENCRUSTED KENDO STICK!! SHE’S READY TO FIGHT!!

Sienna Swann: Classy, sassy, and ready to kick your assy. I wouldn’t have minded one of those kendo sticks in my day.

Deadprez: Veena slides into the ring and eyes Jake Smith. Jake is still on the mat, but Veena knows better.

Veena Adams: (off-mic) GET UP YOU SON OF A BITCH! I KNOW YOU ARE FAKING!! AND I SEE THE KENDO STICK TOO!!

Gavin Kirkland: Well, give him credit for trying to hide it.

Sienna Swann: Sweetie, the kendo stick is taller than Jake is. There was no hope for that.

Deadprez: Jake is slowly back on his feet as he looks like he is winding up for the pitch and Veena looks ready as well—

Gavin Kirkland: THEY BOTH GO FOR KENDO STICK SHOTS AND IT’S A STALEMATE!

Deadprez: NOW WE HAVE A SWORDFIGHT GOING ON WITH THE KENDO STICKS BETWEEN JAKE AND VEENA! NEITHER ONE IS ABLE TO GET THE ADVANTAGE OVER THE OTHER—

(CRACK!!)

Sienna Swann: VEENA JUST BROKE JAKE’S KENDO STICK!! WOODEN SHARDS GO FLYING AND JAKE COVERS HIS EYES TO PREVENT BEING BLINDED!

Gavin Kirkland: Which gives Veena a chance to take advantage AS SHE JUST BEATS THE HELL OUT OF JAKE WITH THAT KENDO STICK OF HERS! ARE WE SURE THAT’S LEGIT! IT HAS TO BE MADE OF STEEL OR SOMETHING!

Sienna Swann: Sweetie, who cares? All we know is that Jake is understandably getting the hell beat out of him by Veena. This crowd is going absolutely crazy for this.

Crowd: KICK HIS ASS, VEENA! KICK HIS ASS! KICK HIS ASS, VEENA! KICK HIS ASS! KICK HIS ASS, VEENA! KICK HIS ASS!

Deadprez: The crowd is firmly behind the former Champion right now BUT YOU CAN’T FORGET THERE IS ANOTHER CHALLENGER IN THIS MATCH IN BEA VALENTINE–

Gavin Kirkland: BECAUSE THERE SHE IS WITH A SLINGBLADE TO THE BACK OF VEENA’S HEAD!! VEENA DROPS TO HER KNEES AS BEA EYES THE DIAMOND KENDO STICK!

Sienna Swann: There are no rules in this match so Bea is free to use that weapon as much as Veena is. She might do that as Bea grabs the Kendo Stick AND JUST STARTS BLASTING VEENA WITH IT!

Deadprez: Veena is down AND BEA HITS JAKE WITH THE KENDO STICK SOME MORE FOR GOOD MEASURE! BEA IS NOT GOING TO BE OVERLOOKED IN THIS MATCH WITH THE TITLE ON THE LINE! SHE IS GOING TO MAKE SURE OF IT!

Gavin Kirkland: Bea turns her attention back to Veena Adams AND HAS THE KENDO STICK AGAINST VEENA’S THROAT! BEA IS CHOKING OUT VEENA ADAMS!

Deadprez: Bea pulls Veena back to her feet as she starts walking backwards towards the corner once again. Bea climbs herself onto the top turnbuckle and takes a seat AS SHE JUST PULLS BACK ON THE KENDO!

Sienna Swann: SWEETIE, NOW SHE REALLY IS TRYING TO STRANGLE VEENA! VEENA HAS BEEN LIFTED OFF THE MAT TO THE POINT THAT HER FEET ARE DANGLING AND SHE IS JUST TRYING TO GET FREE!

Gavin Kirkland: I mean it would work. Make her pass out and then go for the cover. Effective.

Bea Valentine: (off-mic) ARE YOU GOING TO OVERLOOK ME NOW, VEENA? HUH? HOW ABOUT NOW!!

(BAM!)

Sienna Swann: BEA DROPPED HER GUARD LONG ENOUGH FOR VEENA TO SWING HER FOOT BACK AND KICK BEA IN THE HEAD! Bea is stunned after that shot as VEENA TAKES HER OFF THE TOP ROPE WITH A MODIFIED SNAPMARE–

Deadprez: BEA LANDS ON HER FEET AND COUNTERS WITH A SUPERKICK TO THE JAW! VEENA IS ON HER KNEES AS BEA FOLLOWS UP WITH A SHINING WIZARD TO FINISH THE JOB!

Gavin Kirkland: HERE COMES JAKE SMITH BACK UP WITH A SUPERKICK TO THE BACK OF BEA’S HEAD! OF COURSE HE WOULD! Bea falls into the corner that keeps her on her feet as Jake pulls her in with the gut wrench.

Sienna Swann: Jake lifts her up in the air and backs up a little bit before RUNNING FULL SPEED TOWARDS THE CORNER AND DRIVES BEA CRASHING WITH THE BUCKLE BOMB!

Deadprez: Bea is somehow still on her feet as Veena is standing as well. Jake gets on the top rope as both of his challengers are on their feet now–

Gavin Kirkland: JAKE LEAPS OFF THE TOP ROPE AND MANAGES TO GET THEM BOTH WITH THE MISSILE DROPKICK! BOTH LADIES TURNED INSIDE OUT AND THE CHAMPION IS IN CONTROL!

Deadprez: He takes a moment to soak in the negative reaction from the crowd because he is feeling very proud of himself before he flips off the crowd.

(The Toronto crowd is returning the favor telling Jake exactly what they think of him.)

Sienna Swann: Well, Sweeties, Jake always thought of himself as Number one and the fans agree with him. Jake has a smirk that makes people want to punch him in the face as he decides to slide outside and look for a new weapon to beat the hell out of his opponents with.

Deadprez: AND IT LOOKS LIKE THAT WEAPON MIGHT BE A REAL PROBLEM, BECAUSE JAKE JUST BROUGHT OUT A CROWBAR! Jake walks over towards Veena Adams who has rolled out of the ring, AND HE DOESN’T HESITATE TO JAM THE BOTTOM OF THE CROWBAR INTO THE BACK OF HER HEAD, DROPPING VEENA TO ALL FOURS! JAKE WINDS UP, AND NOW HE JUST STARTS REPEATEDLY SWINGING THE CROWBAR AT HER!

Gavin Kirkland: OH NO! I guess I shouldn’t be surprised! Jake knows Veena has been after him and he’s trying to shut that down right now! Jake keeps smashing the crowbar into her head before dragging Veena up, AND NOW HE RUNS OVER AND THROWS HER OVER THE BARRICADE AT THE TIMEKEEPER’S AREA!!

Sienna Swann: VEENA CRASHES INTO THE TABLE HOLDING THE RING BELL, AND I THINK SHE MIGHT’VE HIT HER HEAD ON THE WAY DOWN! Veena’s holding the back of her head, but she tries pulling herself back up while Jake walks over. Jake goes and grabs Veena by the hair to drag her up-

Deadprez: BUT VEENA QUICKLY GRABS THE FALLEN RING BELL, SWINGING IT INTO THE SIDE OF JAKE’S HEAD TO MAKE HIM STUMBLE BACKWARDS TO A KNEE!!! Jake was rocked by that one and is holding the back of his head, and now Veena pulls herself up onto the barricade…

Gavin Kirkland: BEFORE FLYING AT JAKE WITH A DIVING KNEE STRIKE OFF THE APRON-

Sienna Swann: BUT JAKE CATCHES VEENA WITH A SUPERKICK, DROPPING VEENA OUT OF MID-AIR!!!! That was a close call for Jake, who takes a second to lean against the barricade to regain his composure after getting hit in the head with the bell.

Deadprez: Jake starts backpedaling back towards the ring after picking that crowbar back up, and he-

Gavin Kirkland: SUICIDE DIVE!!!!

Sienna Swann: WOW! THIS MATCH IS NOT LOSING ITS PACE WHATSOEVER, AS BEA VALENTINE JUST RAN THE ROPES BEFORE FLYING AT JAKE SMITH WITH A SUICIDE DIVE!!! Jake was able to take Veena out for the time being, but this only gave Bea the chance to recover! Jake’s not catching a break!

Deadprez: Bea sends Jake back into the ring before grabbing the crowbar, AND BEA SLIDES INTO THE RING, CHARGING AT JAKE JUST AS HE GOT BACK UP BEFORE JAMMING THE BOTTOM OF IT RIGHT INTO HIS FOREHEAD!!! JAKE GOES DOWN, BUT BEA ISN’T DONE!!

Gavin Kirkland: JAKE STUMBLES BACK TO HIS FEET, AND THIS TIME BEA FLAT OUT SWINGS THE CROWBAR AT JAKE, DROPPING HIM A SECOND TIME!!! JAKE CRAWLS INTO THE CORNER FRANTICALLY, USING THE ROPES TO PULL HIMSELF UP AS BEA RUNS IN!

Sienna Swann: BEA LANDS A FOREARM ON JAKE, AND NOW SHE THROWS HIM OUT OF THE CORNER BEFORE RUNNING AT HIM!!

Deadprez: BEA TRIGGER!!!

Gavin Kirkland: # STARMAKER!!!!!

Deadprez: NO!!!! TWO CLOSE CALLS BACK TO BACK!!! JAKE TRIED TO CUT BEA’S BEA TRIGGER ATTEMPT OFF WITH THE STARMAKER, BUT BEA WAS ABLE TO STOP IN HER TRACKS AND GET OUT OF THE WAY! JAKE LANDS ON HIS FEET, BUT HE DIDN’T EXPECT TO MISS THAT STARMAKER AND THANKS TO THAT BEA WAS ABLE TO GRAB HIM!!

Sienna Swann: BEFORE GOING FOR THE CONSPIRACY!!!!

Deadprez: NO!!!! JAKE DROPS DOWN AND PULLS BEA INTO A SCHOOL BOY PIN–

Gavin Kirkland: BUT HE DOESN’T HOLD THE PIN!! BEA ROLLS TO A KNEE, AND IMMEDIATELY JAKE GOES FOR A SUPERKICK!!!!

Deadprez: BUT THAT DOESN’T CONNECT EITHER, BECAUSE BEA JUST DUCKED DOWN BEFORE PICKING THAT CROWBAR BACK UP, AND SHE LUNGES IN BEFORE DRIVING THE BOTTOM OF THE CROWBAR INTO JAKE’S FOREHEAD ONE MORE TIME!!! THAT SHOT WAS EVEN HARDER THAN THE LAST FEW, AND THIS TIME IT DOESN’T LOOK LIKE JAKE IS GETTING BACK UP!!! Bea Valentine managed to get the better of the Champion, and now she’s headed up to the top rope!

Gavin Kirkland: Bea Valentine climbs up to the top rope while Jake remains laid out on the mat, not moving whatsoever! This might be it! This could be Bea’s chance to win the Answers World Championship and become a TWO-TIME WORLD CHAMPION!!

Sienna Swann: FLIGHT OF THE BUMBLEBEA!!!! BEA VALENTINE LANDS THE FROG SPLASH ON JAKE SMITH, AND SHE HOOKS THE LEG!!!!

ONE!!

TWO!!!

THREE–

Deadprez: SKULL FRACTURE!!!!

Gavin Kirkland: WOW!!

Deadprez: AT THE LAST POSSIBLE MOMENT VEENA ADAMS WAS ABLE TO GET INVOLVED, PUNT KICKING BEA VALENTINE IN THE SIDE OF THE HEAD TO PREVENT HER FROM GETTING THE PIN!!! VEENA WANTS JAKE TO FALL, BUT SHE WANTS TO BE THE ONE TAKING THAT CHAMPIONSHIP FROM HIM!!!!

Gavin Kirkland: Bea Valentine started rolling towards the ropes after that punt kick, and unfortunately for Veena that means that there’s pretty much no point in going for a cover, because so much time has already passed since that frog splash from Bea!

Sienna Swann: Jake is pulling himself towards the ropes, probably to try and get out of the ring, but Veena grabs him and sends him out to the apron, right where Bea Valentine already is, before following behind, heading to Bea’s side rather than Jake’s.

Deadprez: Jake uses the ropes to try pulling himself up while Veena pulls Bea up herself, AND NOW VEENA TAKES BEA AND RAMS HER RIGHT INTO JAKE, SENDING JAKE COLLIDING WITH THE RING POST AS BOTH HE AND BEA FALL OFF OF THE APRON!!! Veena is still hurting from that superkick and those shots with the crowbar, but she’s not staying down for long!

Gavin Kirkland: Veena Adams takes a few steps back while Jake and Bea both stumble to their feet, AND NOW VEENA RUNS IN, DIVING ONTO BOTH COMPETITORS WITH A CROSSBODY OFF OF THE APRON!!

Sienna Swann: BUT BEA LEAPS OUT OF THE WAY, LEAVING JAKE TO GET TAKEN OUT WITH THE CROSSBODY ALONE!!!

Deadprez: Veena Adams rolls towards the steel steps and pulls herself up into a seated position, turning and looking at Bea Valentine who is similarly seated against the barricade, holding her neck after that punt kick she received earlier! Bea might’ve been lucky to have even been able to get out of the way of that crossbody, as now she and Veena are at least on somewhat even footing!

(Both ladies get back up and they charge at each other…)

Sienna Swann: SPEAR!!!! VEENA ADAMS SPLIT HER IN HALF AND BEA DIDN’T GET A CHANCE TO RESPOND!!! VEENA LOOKS AT THE CROWD AS THEY CHEER! SHE POINTS AT THE CROWD WHO LOVES HER!

(Veena Adams then listens as the crowd starts chanting.)

Crowd: WE WANT TABLES!!!!! WE WANT TABLES!!!!! WE WANT TABLES!!!!!

Deadprez: I think that she is going to oblige and Veena is looking under the table and look at that! Veena is pulling a table out! She is doing it and the Toronto crowd is absolutely going nuts.

(Veena Adams is pulling the table out from under the ring, she then sets it up by the ring as the fans continue to cheer. Veena then goes to grab Bea Valentine, pulling her up by the hair.)

Gavin Kirkland: Veena Adams has Bea Valentine, and she just laid her over the table and Veena is now sliding back into the ring, She climbs the top rope and what is Veena Adams going to do! She –

Sienna Swann: Cornelius hopped on the apron and grabbed Veena’s leg! She tries to kick him off as he falls off finally from the apron, but Veena doesn’t see that Jake Smith is back up and he hops the apron and CLIPS VEENA WITH THE TIRE IRON! SHE FALLS OFF THE ROPES INTO THE RING AS JAKE SMITH NOW GRABS BEA VALENTINE AND THROWS HER … WATCH OUT SWEETIES!

(Jake Smith throws Bea Valentine over the announcers table and she crashes into the announcer’s team, but Sienna was able to get out of the way and land on Gavin Kirkland.)

Sienna Swann: Oh My God…. Are you poking me right now!?

Gavin Kirkland: :mjgrin:

Sienna Swann: Uh…. Get off me, sweetie.

(As Deadprez is buried under Bea Valentine, both Gavin and Sienna are able to get back up on their seats as others are helping up Prez. Jake slides back in the ring as Veena is slowly getting up and Jake bounces off the ring ropes -)

Gavin Kirkland: He hits PROPHETIC on Veena AND SHE IS DOWN! JAKE FLIPS HER OVER AND HOOKS THE LEG FOR THE COVER!

ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sienna Swann: VEENA ADAMS KICKS OUT! Jake slams the mat as he now picks up Veena and throws her into the corner, he charges in but NO! Veena with a huge kick and that staggers Jake, he stumbles a little and Veena runs at him with a huge Mafia Kick! Jake is groggy and Veena hooks the front face lock! DEADLY RECALL! WHAT A GREAT COMBO SWEETIE AS JAKE IS DOWN AND VEENA IS TAKING CONTROL!

(Bea Valentine is starting to recover as Deadprez was able to get to the announce table and his headset back on while Bea Valentine is back up and slides into the ring while Veena Adams doesn’t notice, she turns to run toward the ropes – )

Deadprez: Sorry… I am back. SUPERKICK by Bea Valentine and that stuns Veena and she falls to one knee and here comes Bea Valentine with a SHINING WIZARD! She then drops down on Veena for the quick pin!

ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sienna Swann: VEENA KICKS OUT! Bea Valentine though quickly wraps up Veena into a Dragon Sleeper and locks it in! But look at Jake Smith, sweetie! Caroline is handing him a Hammer! He has a hammer and he stands behind Bea! WATCH OUT SWEETIE!

SMACK

Deadprez: THE BLOOD STARTS POURING DOWN THE FACE OF BEA VALENTINE AS SHE WAS JUST SMACKED WITH A HAMMER ON HER FOREHEAD! BEA LOOKS STUNNED AS SHE FALLS BACK AND JAKE SWINGS AND HITS HER AGAIN THIS TIME STICKING THE BACK OF THE HAMMER INTO HER SHOULDER AND CUTTING IT OPEN! BEA FALLS TO ONE KNEE AND VEENA IS BACK UP AND –

Gavin Kirkland: SPEAR!!!!

Sienna Sweetie: NO!

SMACK!!!

Sienna Swann: JAKE SMITH JUST HIT VEENA ADAMS BETWEEN THE EYES WITH THAT HAMMER AND SPLIT HER WIDE OPEN FROM HER NOSE! HE MAYB HAVE SHATTERED HER NOSE AS VEENA ADAM STUMBLES BACK AS JAKE SMITH PICKS HER UP INTO THE LAST SEDATION! HE GOES FOR THE PIN!

ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THRE –

Deadprez: VEENA KICKS OUT AND JAKE GETS RIGHT BACK UP TO BASH THE HAMMER ON VEENA AGAIN! HE RAISES HIS ARM WITH THE HAMMER BUT WITH THE END PART OF IT AND –

Gavin Kikrland: BEA VALENTINE COMES FROM BEHIND AND GRABS THE HAMMER FROM JAKE SMITH! HE TURNS AROUND AND –

SMACK

Gavin Kirkland: BEA VALENTINE JUST PLANTED THAT HAMMER ON THE HEAD OF JAKE SMITH AND HE STAGGERS! SHE HITS HIM AGAIN AND BACKS RIGHT INTO VEENA ADAMS WHO BACK RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEXES HIM!

Sienna Swann: And Veena rolls Jack back on his feet and whips him into Bea Valentine, and she hits him with a DISCUS LARIAT! JAKE SMITH GOES DOWN! BUT BEA VALENTINE PICKS HIM BACK UP AND WHIPS HIM INTO VEENA!

Deadprez: SPEAR!!!! THAT TAKES Him DOWN QUICKLY AND NOW VEENA AND BEA LOOK AT EACH OTHER AND NOD! THEY ARE KICKING JAKE SMITH WHILE HE IS DOWN! VEENA AND BEA ARE PUTTING THE BOOTS TO JAKE AND HE CAN’T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT!

Sienna Swann: BEA PICKS HIM UP SWEETIE AND SHE GIVES HIM A KNUCKLE SANDWICH AS HE STAGGERS AND TURNS ONLY FOR VEENA TO STRIKE HIM WITH A RIGHT HOOK AND JAKE STAGGERS RIGHT INTO BEA VALENTINE WHO SHE UPPERCUTS HIM AND JAKE FALLS BACK TO A BACKCRACKER FROM VEENA AS HE SPRINGS UP AND GETS A BELLY TO BELLY FROM BEA! SHE GOES FOR THE COVER!

ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Gavin Kirkland: VEENA PULLS OFF BEA AND SHE JUMPS ON JAKE FOR THE COVER!

ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Gavin Kirkland: BEA PULLS OFF VEENA AND SHE JUMPS ON JAKE FOR THE COVER!

ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Gavin Kirkland: VEENA PULLS OFF BEA AND SHE JUMPS ON JAKE FOR THE COVER! BUT THIS TIME BEA GETS RIGHT BACK UP AND THEY ARE FACE TO FACE! BEA PUNCHES VEENA!

Deadprez: AND NOW THEY HAVE TURNED ON ONE ANOTHER! VEENA JUST PUNCHED BEA AND SHE RETURNS FIRE, VEENA RETURNS THE PUNCH AND THEY KEEP GOING AT EACH OTHER BUT LOOK AT CAROLINE!

(Caroline just slid in the ring and she is trying to help up Jake Smith; she is handing him something as he nods. Veena and Bea are still fighting each other as he gets up. But both notice that Jake is up and turn around.)

Sienna Swann: JAKE SMITH JUST THREW SALT IN BOTH OF THEIR EYES! VEENA AND BEA ARE BLINDED AND HELL ABOVE ON VEENA ADAMS! SHE WAS JUST PLANTED ON HER HEAD! BEA VALENTINE WALKS RIGHT INTO ANOTHER LAST SEDATION! JAKE SMITH FOLDS HER OVER FOR THE PIN!

ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THREE –

Deadprez: She kicks out! Bea Valentine is able to get out of the kick out and Jake Smith starts pounding her with fists! The cut is opening up more as the blood is pouring out and look at that little minx, Caroline! She is grabbing something from under the ring! She holds it up in the air!

Gavin Kirkland: WAIT A SECOND! THAT IS LIGHTER FLUID! SHE HAS LIGHTER FLUID AND IS STARTING TO SPRAY IT ALL OVER THAT TABLE!

Sienna Swann: But in the ring Jake Smith picks up Bea Valentine and he hoists her up over his shoulder, he carries her to the ropes, I don’t know what the hell he intends sweetie but…. Wait a second….

Jake Smith: (Off Mic) DO IT CAROLINE!

(Caroline just smiles and she reaches into her pocket and takes out a lighter. Jake has Bea and he has bad intentions.)

Gavin Kirkland: I think he is looking to burn Bea alive but! CORNELIUS TAKES THE LIGHTER FROM CAROLINE JUST AS SHE WAS ABOUT TO LIGHT IT! CAROLINE IS NOT AMUSED AND THAT GIVES TIME FOR BEA VALENTINE TO ESCAPE THE GRASP OF JAKE SMITH AND PUSH HIM INTO THE ROPES AS HE BOUNCES BACK AND SHE GIVES HIM ANOTHER DISCUS LARIAT!

(Caroline meanwhile KICKS Cornelius between the legs as crumbles to the ground and Caroline kicks him for good measure before picking up the lighter and walking to the table.)

Sienna Swann: Caroline is looking to light that table, but Jake is still in trouble as he is picked up by Bea Valentine and thrown into the turnbuckle! She charges in but Caroline pulls Jake out! BEA CRASHES INTO THE TURNBUCKLE AND JAKE NOW PICKS HER UP AND HOISTS HER ON THE TOP OF THE TURNBUCKLE!

Jake Smith: (Off Mic) LIGHT IT CAROLINE!

(With an evil grin on her face, Caroline lights the table on fire as the fans start to cheer, some boo and look on very concerned.)

Deadprez: JAKE CLIMBS UP WITH HER AND THEY ARE BOTH ON THE TOP ROPE JAKE SMITH LOOKS TO … WHAT IS HE DOING! HE IS GOING TO DO THE STARBREAKER ON THE FLAMING TABLE FROM THE TOP ROPE!

Sienna Swann: HE IS WILLING TO SACRIFICE IT ALL AS HE PLACES BEA’S HEAD ON HIS BICEPS AND HE IS READY TO JUMP BUT BEA –

Gavin Kirkland: LOW BLOW! BEA VALENTINE WITH A LOW BLOW ON JAKE SMITH AND HE IS STUNNED; BEA TURNS HIM AROUND AND –

Deadprez: BRAINBUSTAAAAAA OFF THE TOP AND JAKES HEAD BOUNCES RIGHT OFF THE TOP TURNBUCKLE AND HE FALLS TO THE MAT AS BEA VALENTINE MIGHT HAVE JUST KNOCKED JAKE OUT AND BEA GOES TO CLIMB THE ROPE –

CRASH!!!!!

Sienna Swann: VEENA ADAMS FROM OUT OF NOWHERE JUST PUSHED BEA VALENTINE OFF THE ROPES AND SHE FLIPPED RIGHT INTO THE TABLE! SWEETIE CRASHED AND BURNED!!!!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!!

Gavin Kirkland: BEA VALENTINE IS ON FIRE AND SHE IS COVERED IN THE RUBBLE! AT LEAST THE FIRE WENT OUT FAST BUT BEA VALENTINE IS NOT MOVING AT ALL AND CAROLINE IS SHOCKED AT WHAT HAPPENED AND –

Deadprez: WHAT A MOONSAULT BY VEENA ADAMS FROM THE RING ON TOP OF CAROLINE WHILE SHE WASN’T PAYING ATTENTION AND TAKING OUT CAROLINE!!!! NOW VEENA SEES THAT JAKE IS OUT! BLEEDING ON THE MAT AS SHE IS CLIMBING THE ROPES!

Sienna Swann: I KNOW WHAT IS COMING AND VEENA ADAMS IS FINALLY GOING TO GET HER REVENGE!

Deadprez: JAKE SMITH IS A BLOODY MESS AND HE IS DOWN! BEA VALENTINE JUST CRASHED AND BURNED ON THE FLAMING TABLE AND IT IS ONLY VEENA ADAMS IS LEFT AS SHE IS CLIMBING THE ROPES! LOOK AT THE CROWD! THEY ARE CHEERING AS VEENA ADAMS IS AT THE TOP ROPE AND WE KNOW WHAT IS NEXT!

Crowd: VEENA!!!!! VEENA!!!! VEENA!!!!! VEENA!!!!! VEENA!!!!!

Sienna Swann: VEENA ADAMS WANTED THIS, BEA VALENTINE IS NOT MOVING RIGHT NOW AND CORNELIUS WAS TAKEN OUT! CAROLINE IS STILL DOWN AS WELL SLOWLY TRYING TO GET TO HER FEET BUT VEENA ADAMS…. WITH THE FATAL VOW SWEETIE!

Gavin Kirkland: FATAL VOW!!!!!!! SHE ….. WAIT WHAT!?

(Suddenly the crowd starts to boo as Veena Adams falls off the top rope and hits her crotch on the steel post, and violently pulled off – )

CLANK

Gavin Kirkland: INTO THE STEEL STEPS! VEENA FELL TO THE FLOOR AND…. WHERE THE HELL DID SHE COME FROM!?

Sienna Swann: IT IS PANDORA PAISLEY! THE HELLCAT CAME FOR HER PAYBACK FROM FIGHTING SPIRIT! VEENA COST HER THE MATCH AND SHE WAITED PATIENTLY FOR HER REVENGE SWEETIE!

(Pandora stands over Veena Adams who is clutching her back and head. Pandora squats down and looks at her with disgust.)

Pandora Paisley: (Off Mic) You want to fuck me over at Fighting Spirit, love? Now it’s me turn, bitch!

Gavin Kirkland: I LOVE MY HELLCAT BUT COME ON! VEENA HAD THIS WON AND WE COULD HAVE BEEN RID OF JAKE SMITH!

Deadprez: WE SAW WHAT HAPPENED AT FIGHTING SPIRIT AND THE HELLCAT PICKED HER SPOT! SHE IS DRAGGING VEENA ADAMS BY THE HAIR! SHE HAS BEEN BEATEN AND HAD A GRUELING MATCH SO FAR!

(Pandora drags Veena from the side of the ring and starts pulling her up the ramp as the fans boos. Pandora looks at the fans, screaming at them.)

Pandora Paisley: (Off-Mic) SHUT THE FUCK UP! SHE DESERVES IT!

Sienna Swann: PANDORA CONTINUES DRAGGING VEENA UP THE STAGE TO THE ENTRANCE WAY! KICKING AND PUNCHING HER AT ANY CHANCE SHE GETS! MEANWHILE IN THE RING JAKE SMITH HAS RECOVERED AND SEES WHAT IS HAPPENING WITH A SMILE ON HIS FACE! THEN HE TURNS TO SEE BEA HAD CRASHED OUT ON THE FIERY TABLE AND HE ROLLS OUT TO PICK HER UP OUT OF THE RUBBLE SWEETIE!

(As Jake Smith is starting to scoop up an unconscious Bea Valentine, he drags the deadweight up and rolls her into the ring, but now at the top of the ramp Pandora picks up Veena to her feet – )

Gavin Kirkland: VEENA IS FIGHTING BACK! SHE STARTS PUNCHING PANDORA PAISLEY AND BACKS HER UP SOME! VEENA IS SHOWING SUCH GUTS AND WHAT SHE IS REALLY MADE OF! AFTER THE FIGHT SHE HAS BEEN IN! BACKING UP AND –

Deadprez: PANDORUM! PANDORA BACKED UP AND HIT THAT SPINNING FIST ON VEENA ADAMS AND NOW SHE PICKS HER UP….OH NO…. DON’T DO THIS….

Sienna Swann: JUMPING SITDOWN CRADLE PILDERIVER ON THE STEEL STAGE! BUT PANDORA IS NOT DONE! SHE PICKS UP VEENA AGAIN….. ANOTHER PACKAGE JUMPING SITDOWN PILEDRIVER AND VEENA IS PROFUSELY BLEEDING FROM HER HEAD! AND AGAIN…. A THIRD JUMPING SITDOWN PACKAGE POWERBOMB!!! VEENA IS MOTIONLESS!

(Suddenly Pandora Paisley drags an unconscious Veena over her shoulder and runs to the side of the stage….)

Deadprez: PANDORA NO!!!!!

BOOOOOOM!!!!

Deadprez: PANDORA LAUNCHED VEENA ADAMS OFF THE STAGE HEADFIRST INTO THE ELECTRICAL PYRO EQUIPMENT BELOW! IT LOOKS LIKE FIREWORKS ARE GOING OFF ON VEENA’S PRONE BODY!!!! IF SOMEONE DOESN’T GET VEENA OFF THOSE SHE WILL BURN ALIVE!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!

(Officials and security are rushing toward Veena Adams who’s unconscious body lies on the pyro tubes, they quickly drag her off, but she was already burned by some of the Pyro. Pandora looks down at her with a face of disgust )

Pandora Paisley: (Off Mic) Fuck you cunt.

Sienna Swann: I TOLD YOU THAT PANDORA WAS AT SOME POINT GOING TO BOIL OVER AND SHE FINALLY DID! THE WOMAN SNAPPED AND VEENA ADAMS HAS BEEN TAKEN OUT!

(Pandora looks on before walking toward the back and glaring at the ring where Jake Smith is smiling. She just disappears into the back as Jake has Bea laid out and he just gets on the top rope as the fans boo.)

Deadprez: Jake Smith is perched up, and Bea Valentine has not moved since crashing into that fiery table by Veena Adams! He is perched up and SHOOTING STAR PRESS!!!!! JAKE SMITH WITH A SHOOTING STAR PRESS AND HE HOOKS THE LEG FOR THE COVER!!!!

Sienna Swann: THIS IS OVER!

ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THRE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Gavin Kirkland: BEA VALENTINE KICKED OUT! JAKE SMITH CANNOT BELIEVE IT! VEENA ADAMS HAS BEEN TAKEN OUT BY PANDORA PAISLEY AND IT IS JUST HIM AND BEA VALENTINE UNLESS VEENA HAS SOME WAY TO GET BACK IN THIS!

(The footage then shows an ambulance backing into the side of the stage, Veena is being placed on a stretcher with a neck brace. Veena hasn’t moved, she is unconscious and bleeding. Kennedy Street is out there showing a lot of concern and yelling at the medical staff to hurry and get her to a hospital.)

Sienna Swann: I don’t think Veena Adams is getting back in this sweetie, she is being loaded into an ambulance right now but in the ring Jake Smith is back up and he quickly picks up Bea Valentine by the hair, setting her up and…. STARMAKER!!!!

Deadprez: NO!!!! BEA IS ABLE TO PUSH JAKE OFF AS HE TURNS AROUND…. BEA STING! WHAT A JUMPING MUSHROOM STOMP AND SHE HAS BEATEN SO MANY PEOPLE WITH THAT MOVE! WE HAVE A NEW ANSWERS WORLD CHAMPION!

ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Sienna Swann: JAKE SMITH GETS A SHOULDER UP SWEETIE! BEA CANNOT BELIEVE IT! SHE THOUGHT THAT JAKE WAS DONE AND SHE IS LOOKING AT THE REFEREE WHO IS TRYING TO EXPLAIN TO HER THAT SHE DID NOT HAVE HIM BEAT!

(Bea is pleading with the referee but he shakes his head while holding two fingers up. Bea slams the mat, as she gets up and grabs Jake Smith, lifting him up by the hair.)

Deadprez: STARMAKER!!!!! JAKE SMITH WITH THE STARMAKER AND BEA VALENTINE IS LAID FLAT OUT! JAKE TURNS HER OVER AND LAYS ON BEA THIS ONE IS OVER!

ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Deadprez: BEA VALENTINE GETS THE SHOULDER UP! HOW THE HELL DID SHE DO THAT!? SHE WAS ABLE TO GET HER SHOULDER UP AND JAKE IS NOW SHOCKED AND CAN’T BELIEVE IT!

(The ambulance siren can be heard as they load up Veena to the Ambulance, and it drives out of the arena. A lot of upset fans look on as Veena is being taken away and so many people wanted to see Veena get her revenge but that was not meant to be as Pandora was looking for her after Fighting Spirit.)

Gavin Kirkland: :mjcry:

Sienna Swann: It is a shame, but we have a Main Event to finish here, and Jake Smith is beside himself! He looks over at Caroline and signals for her to grab something, as she looks under the ring and takes out a bag, she slides it in and Jake grabs it, he then opens it up and starts pouring it on the mat!

(The crowd ooh’s and ah’s as the camera focuses on it.)

Deadprez: IS THAT…. RUSTY NAILS!?!?!

(There are sharp Rusty Nails on the mat as Jake Smith waist for Bea Valentine so slowly get up and he waits as she is slowly getting back up and Jake Smith jumps up – )

Deadprez: STARMAKER!!!!!

Gavin Kirkland: NO! BEA WAS ABLE TO PUSH OFF AGAIN AND JAKE SMITH BOUNCES OFF THE ROPES AND –

Sienna Swann: BEA TRIGGER!!!!!!!

Deadprez: NO! JAKE DUCKED AND CAROLINE HOPS ON THE APRON BUT CORNELIUS SOMEHOW AFTER WHAT HAPPENED IS ABLE TO PULL HER DOWN AND CAROLINE…. SPITS THE MIST IN CORNELIUS FACE! SHE BLINDED HIM!

Sienna Swann: CORNELIUS HAS BEEN TAKEN OUT OF THE EQUATION AS HAS VEENA ADAMS BUT CAROLINE IS STILL IN IT AND SHE HOPS BACK ON THE APRON! BEA KICKS JAKE IN THE GUT AND RUNS AGAINST THE ROPES BUT CAROLINE IS THERE AND SHE GRABS BEA!

(Jake sees this and charges in – )

Gavin Kikrland: BEA ELBOWS CAROLINE AT THE LAST SECOND AND MOVES OUT OF THE WAY AS JAKE STOPS JUST IN TIME!

Sienna Swann: BEA DROPKICKS JAKE RIGHT INTO CAROLINE AN SHE FLIES OFF THE APRON HITTING HARD AT THE LCD GUARD RAIL! JAKE IS SHOCKED AND HE TURNS AROUND! SHE HITS –

Deadprez: BEA TRIGGER! NO! JAKE IS ABLE TO SIDESTEP AND SHE TURNS….. STARMAKER ON THE RUSTY NAILS!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!

Sienna Swann: JAKE SMITH HIT THE STARMAKER BUT HE LANDED BACK FIRST INTO THE RUSTY NAILS TOO! THERE ARE NAILS EMBEDDED IN HIS BACK! BEA VALENTINE HAS THEM ALL OVER HER CHEST AND ….. OH SWEETIE, SHE HAS ONE STUCK IN HER EYE!

(The horror takes over the fans watching as Bea looks like Pinhead. Jake is screaming in pain, but he is able to turn and crawl to Bea who is bleeding and face down on the nails, he turns her over…..)

Gavin Kikrland: AND HOOKS THE LEG, BEA VALENTINE IS DONE! SHE MIGHT BE DEAD! JAKE TOOK A BIT TO GET TO HER BUT THAT DOESN’T MATTER! HE GOES FOR THE PIN!

ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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(The crowd screams )

Sienna Swann: BEA VALENTINE WILL NOT DIE! SHE WAS ABLE TO GET HER SHOULDER UP AND NOW JAKE IS BESIDE HIMSELF! HE IS SLOWLY GETTING BACK ON HIS FEET AND HE STALKS BEA WHO IS BARELY ABLE TO GET UP! JAKE SMITH! WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING SWEETIE!?!?!

Gavin Kirkland: OH! JAKE IS SETTING UP BEA AS HE IS CLIMBING THE ROPES! HE IS GOING FOR THE STARBREAKER! THE AVALANCHE JUMPING CUTTER! JAKE IS CLIMBING AND HE IS ON THE TOP ROPE! BEA IS SLOWLY GETTING UP!

Crowd: BEA!!!!! BEA!!!!! BEA!!!!! BEA!!!! BEA!!!!!

Sienna Swann: Jake is perched up there! He has nails protruding from his back and is willing to sacrifice his body again! JAKE SMITH JUMPS AND HE DELIVERS THE STARBREAKER!!!!!

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Deadprez: STARBREAKER ON THE NAILS!

Sienna Swann: NOOOOO!!!!! BEA VALENTINE MOVED AT THE LAST SECOND AND JAKE SMITH HIT NOTHING BUT MORE NAILS!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!

Gavin Kirkland: BEA VALENTINE IS STAGGERING! SHE PULLS THE NAIL FROM HER EYE AND LOOKS AT THE TOP ROPE! JAKE IS IN PAIN ON THE NAILS! MORE PROTUDING FROM HIS BACK!

(The crowd is on their feet as Bea uses every ounce of strength she has left to climb the ropes, she is wobbly, nails are stuck in her chest, can only see out of one eye, she though need to let the pain subside for just a few short seconds.)

Sienna Swann: JAKE SMITH IS GETTING BACK UP AND I CANNOT BELIEVE IT BUT BEA LOOKS OUT TO THE TORONTO CROWD AND IS CRYING BLOOD AND TEARS! SHE CAN’T LET THIS ONE GET AWAY SWEETIE! BEA JUMPS!

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Deadprez: ## THE BOSTON BEA PARTY!!!!! ## SHE CONNECTS AND CRUSHES THE CHEST OF JAKE SMITH RIGHT ON THE NAILS AGAIN!

(The crowd is almost in a riot as they scream and cheer)

Sienna Swann: BEA JUST ROLLS ON JAKE! BOTH A BLOODY MESS SWEETIE AND THE REFEREE DROPS FOR THE COVER!

ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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(DING!!!! DING!!!! DING!!!!)

Gina Romano: THE WINNER OF THE MATCH…… AND NEWWWWWWWWWW ANSWERS WORLD CHAMPION! “THE ETERNAL EMPRESS” BEA VALENTINE!!!!!!

(The crowd is on their feet jumping up for joy as “Gloria” starts to play throughout the arena as Bea Valentine is down on the mat laying on Jake Smith. She is able to roll off, as Cornelius is able to see some and rolls into the ring trying to help Bea Valentine up!)

Deadprez: WE HAVE A NEW ANSWERS WORLD CHAMPION AND IT IS BEA VALENTINE!!!! SHE FINALLY DID IT! THROUGH ALL THE HEARTBREAK! THE LOST OF THE UNIVERSAL WOMEN’S CHAMPIONSHIP LAST PAIN FOR PRIDE! BEA ON SHOWDOWN MADE HERSELF INEVITABLE!

Sienna Swann: I AM SO PROUD OF BEA BUT WE NEED DOCTORS OUT HERE BEFORE INFECTIONS START TO KICK IN! LISTEN TO THIS CROWD! IT IS DEAFENING! BEA VALENTINE AND JAKE SMITH WERE THE LAST TWO AFTER VEENA WAS TAKEN OUT BY PANDORA PAISLEY AND BEA TOOK ADVANTAGE OF IT! NOW SHE HOLDS THE GOLD!

Gavin Kikrland: THIS IS AMAZING! BEA VALENTINE HAS DID IT! EVIL DIES TONIGHT! SHE IS THE ANSWERS WORLD CHAMPION BUT AFTER VEENA WAS TAKEN OUT, SHE HAD TO BE BETTER THAN JAKE SMITH TONIGHT AND SHE WAS!

(Bea Valentine is on her knees, bleeding, burned, she just realizes that she is now the new Answers World Champion as the referee hands her the title. She looks up with tears in her one eye, the other is shut and swollen as the crowd chants.)

Crowd: BEA!!!! BEA!!!!! BEA!!!!! BEA!!!! BEA!!!!! BEA!!!!!

Gavin Kirkland: All THREE of these competitors went through hell! Jake Smith almost had it! Veena Adams wanted it but her past caught up with her! And Bea Valentine was finally able to get her hands on the Answers World Championship!

Sienna Swann: She earned it, but all three of these Elitists showed why they are the cream of the crop on Showdown! Congratulations Bea! Now go get taken care of and get some plastic surgery, I have a good doctor sweetie, call me!

Deadprez: WHAT A HELL OF A MAIN EVENT AT PAIN FOR PRIDE XIX NIGHT TWO! AND WE STILL HAVE NIGHT THREE TO GO! THANK YOU ALL FOR WATCHING! FOR SIENNA SWANN AND GAVIN KIRKLAND, WE HAVE A NEW ANSWERS WORLD CHAMPION AND WE WILL SEE YOU FOR NIGHT THREE ON PAIN FOR PRIDE!!!

(The fireworks go off as the fans continue to cheer, Bea Valentine is being helped by Corneluis as she slowly climbs the turnbuckle and holds up the Answers World Championship while Caroline just looks on in disgust, checking on Jake who is moving slowly, and medical staff is rushing the ring.)

(The final shot is Bea holding the Answers World Championship in tears, screaming in joy.)

(EAW Logo Buzzes)

(EAW Intro Plays)

(The screen is black as a single heartbeat echoes.

BOOM.

And another.

BOOM.

Then silence.

The sound of wind begins to howl as the camera rises above the clouds, revealing the breathtaking Toronto skyline at dusk. Standing above everything from the streets and buildings, the people, it is the CN Tower. The city lights flicker to life beneath it like stars on the earth itself.

The camera slowly circles the observation deck as a lone figure stands at the glass, overlooking the Rogers Centre below.

The narrator speaks.)

Narrator: Every journey begins with a dream. A promise whispered into existence. Whether it is One match, One victory, One championship, or One legacy. But dreams are never enough.

(The camera slowly pans toward the Rogers Centre. It then has various footage of all the EAW wrestlers throughout the season, the heartbreaking moments, the victories, defeats, the warm and happy ones, all of it collaged to show all the happenings of Season 19 until it culminates now. )

Narrator :Because every champion… Hall of Famer… those deemed immortal this industry has ever produced… all learned the same lesson. Dreams demand sacrifice and Pain.

(The music begins to swell as quick flashes erupt across the screen of bodies crashing through tables and blood dripping onto championship gold. Faces twisted with exhaustion with victories and Failures. It then shows Clayton Gold with the New Breed Championship, Anna Wautier, Elly McAvoy holding her gold, and Mia Santoro, then switches to Diego Montana and Circe in his arms laughing, before then focusing on Cynthia Valice and NICK.)

Narrator: Celebration and Heartbreak For an entire season, men and women from every corner of Elite Answers Wrestling have fought through agony that would break ordinary people. Their bones have shattered; friendships have collapsed. And empires have crumbled.

(As the music continues, it shows more footage of the season before turning to Hall of Famer Limmy Monaghan and Kirk Redwood, then switching to the participants in the 24/7 Battle Royal, before then turning to the Specialist Champion, Saori Aizen, then Auburn Ware, and Carmen Sanchez. It then shows Brian Daniels in his last match against David Gideon Smith. )

Narrator: Heroes have fallen. Villains have risen and yet every rivalry… betrayal… promise… and an ounce of blood spilled has led them here, the Elitists of the EAW.

(The camera begins descending from the CN Tower toward the stadium below.It shows Diamond Dixon and Cosmo Goldworthy standing together facing Candice Blair and ARIA. It changed to KASAI, Brianna Hill, and Miku Sakai. It finally switches to Cody Maverick and his King of Elite Crown glaring at Chris Elite.)

Narrator: Pain…. Isn’t simply what happens inside these ropes, it is waking up after defeat and refusing to stay down. The hearing thousands tell you that you’ll never make it… Only to fight harder. Pain is giving everything you have… and still demanding more from yourself.”

(The music grows louder as Kassidy Heart is seen smiling while BRAW screams in intensity. Hall of Famer Bronson Daniels nose to nose with his former best friend, Jon Kelton. Finally it has Joso, Impact, El Duque, and Pandora Paisley glaring at one another ready for their scramble match.)

Narrator: But Pain alone means nothing because without Pride?

(The lights of Toronto shine brighter than ever. As Daryl Kinkade holds the National Elite Championship with Akari Kiyoko and Ryan Wilson looking on. Then ToXXXin of Selina Reyes and Daniella Atlas holding the Unified Tag Team Championships stand by Minerva as they look over at the unlikely duo of Dr. Bethany Blue and TLA. The last one is the Cash In The Vault Participants of Rex McAllister, Raven Roberts, Vincent Mondrian, Harper Lee, Jay Jerry Johnson, and Damon Lazarus.)

Narrator: The Pride to stand when your body begs you to fall and carry your family’s name, country’s flag, partner’s trust. The championship, legacy.

(It shows everything that led up to Adam Lucas taking on Kai Rabeaux with the Hardcore Championship. It then transitions to Jake Smith holding up the title proud of the Answers World Championship while Bea Valentine and Veena Adams look on. It then shows Michael Machina with the World Heavyweight Championship as he looks across to Cy Henderson and Drake King.)

Narrator: The Pride to stare destiny in the eyes and tell it… Not today.

(The camera reaches the exterior of the Rogers Centre. Fans from around the world flood every entrance. Signs. Flags. Championship replicas. Generations walking together. Children wearing the shirts of heroes. Veterans reliving memories. Before then panning to the blood feud of Universal Women’s Champion, and Hall of Famer Milli Banks as she stares into her mortal enemy in Hall of Famer, Minerva ready to kill one another. It then switches to Drake Armstrong wearing the EAW World Championship and kissing the ring, while Hans Grayson taps the briefcase in Cash In the Vault.)

Narrator: Tonight… Everyone belongs. This isn’t just another event or simply another chapter. This is the ending and the beginning. Every championship defended, all rivals will find conclusions, new ones will start and the Elitists of the EAW will face the ultimate and FINAL test of Season 19.

The roof of the Rogers Centre begins to open. Fireworks explode across the Toronto skyline. The CN Tower illuminates behind the stadium. The roar of nearly sixty thousand fans becomes deafening. The entire Rogers Centre erupts in a sea of lights. Pyro explodes from every corner of the stage and the crowd shakes the building.

The EAW logo fills the screen.

Narrator: Ladies and gentlemen the wait is over. The season ends on these next three nights. Welcome…To Toronto. Welcome to the Rogers Centre. Welcome to the grandest stage Elite Answers Wrestling has ever known.”

(The Narrator spreads his arms.)

Narrator: WELCOME TO PAIN FOR PRIDE!

(The biggest explosion of the night engulfs the stage. The logo slams onto the screen in gold as the scene fades.)

???: AND NOW EAW, CIBC, AND TIM HORTON’S PRESENTS – PAIN FOR PRIDE XIX!!!!!

(The camera shifts to inside the Rogers Centre, the fans are going ballistic as the biggest show of the year is here. Signs everywhere, the music is blasting as it then pans to the Voltage Announce Team of Rich Russillo, Thad Balzevich, and Persephone.)

Rich Russillo: THIS IS PAIN FOR PRIDE XIX AND THE CULMINATION OF SEASON 19 COMES TO A HEAD IN THE BIGGEST EVENT OF THE YEAR! I AM RICH RUSSILLO ALONG WITH THADD BLAZEVICH AND PERSEPHONE! WHAT AN INCREDIBLE THREE NIGHT EVENT WE HAVE HERE TONIGHT AND WHAT MATCHES! WE HAVE BLOOD FEUDS, RETIREMENTS, WE MAY EVEN SEE A FEW MURDERS!

Persephone: DO NOT GET ME EXCITED!

Thadd Blazevich: BRO! TALK ABOUT THE BEST OF THE BEST! THE MATCHES, EVERY TITLE ON THE LINE, CASH IN THE VAULT, THE MAIN EVENTS WE HAVE! THE BAD BLOOD AND SO MUCH MORE! I AM READY BRO!

Rich Russillo: LETS US NOT WASTE ANYMORE TIME AS OUR DYNASTY AND SHOWDOWN TEAMS ARE READY TO CALL THE ACTION TOO TONIGHT, BUT WE ARE CALLING THE FIRST AND WHAT A WAY TO START OFF PAIN FOR PRIDE XIX! THIS IS GOING TO BE ONE OF THE PREMIERE MATCHES ON ALL THREE NIGHTS AND YOU GET TO SEE IT KICK OFF! BELLA BRAXTON… TAKE IT AWAY!

(The camera pans to Bella Braxton as the graphic for the first match appears and the stadium goes completely wild.)

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Bella Braxton: THE FOLLOWING IS THE OPENING CONTEST OF PAIN FOR PRIDE XIX AND IT IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL!!!

Crowd: ONE FALL!!!

Bella Braxton: AND IT IS FOR THE EAW UNIFIED TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS!!!!

(Dark blue light suddenly coats the arena and smoke fills the stage and the ramp and deep orchestral chanting can be heard.)

(Slowly, hooded figures walk out onto the ramp, lining down either side of it. They march out into position with a Druidic posture as an EKG heart beat can be heard on the speakers under the chanting.)

Persephone: The fuck is this…?

Rich Russillo: Wait… wait is that…

Thadd Blazevich: Bro… BRO I THINK IT IS…

(The EKG flatlines…)

(Suddenly, “Somebody Get Me a Doctor” by Van Halen hits the speakers and spotlights hit the stage and ramp. All the hooded figures throw off their cloaks to reveal gorgeous women in nurses outfits.)

Rich Russillo: # THE POONS!!!!

Thadd Blazevich: # THE POONS!!!!

Persephone: Oh my fucking gawd…

(The poons all pose there with giant syringes in hand as the music plays and the smoke clears.)

(The music is then replaced as “Ambitionz az a Ridah” by Tupac hits. We then see a modified low rider ambulance being driven out from the side stage area along the ramp, with TLA at the driver’s seat and Dr. Bethany Blue in the passenger, and between them both, the one and only Steroid Dawg.)

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Bella Braxton: INTRODUCING FIRST! THE CHALLENGERS! AT A COMBINED WEIGHT OF THREE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-FIVE POUNDS… THE TEAM OF TLA… AND DR. BETHANY BLUE… LA FARMACIA SEXUAL!!!!!!

Rich Russillo: A team chosen by fate through the Tag Team Turmoil Tournament! These two have had to come together quickly to make things work but they have shined while doing so!

Thadd Blazevich: Bro, TLA has been through everything! He has fought around the world, he has held world championship gold, he has survived wars that would have ended most careers, and now he is walking into Pain for Pride with Bethany Blue as his partner and a chance to finalize his career Grand Slam with his first ever tag win!

Rich Russillo: Not to mention Bethany is looking to make her own happy ending to the season after all she has had to endure in recent months through one of the most difficult seasons of her career!

Persephone: Oh, can we talk about that? Because half the time it seems like she doesn’t.

(In the crowd, the nurses begin popping up everywhere. Handing out medicine in bags that say “Courtesy of La Farmacia.”)

(Bethany and TLA climb out of the lowrider ambulance. TLA pauses to give Steroid Dawg some head pats before turning and the two begin walking down the ramp together. They do not play to the crowd as much as they normally might. TLA reaches out and slaps a few hands along the barricade, but his eyes keep returning to the ring. Bethany stays beside him, her expression unwavering.)

(The pair climb up onto the ring simultaneously and each take an opposite corner to stand and pose for the fans, before hopping back down and settling into their corner.)

(The lights inside Rogers Centre suddenly cut out.)

(The opening strings of “Duel” by JINJER begin to play throughout the stadium as a single red spotlight shines down onto the stage. The crowd immediately erupts into boos as smoke begins to roll across the entranceway, crawling over the floor like a poison cloud.)

Rich Russillo: And here come the Unified Tag Team Champions. Daniella Atlas and Selina Reyes have walked into Pain for Pride as representatives of ToXXXin, a faction that has made it clear they believe their rise is not a possibility, but an inevitability.

Persephone: A bunch of bitches dressed for a bdsm convention. Who cares?

Thadd Blazevich: Bro, these two have been champions since King of Elite, when they won the belts off Fire and Ice! And they’ve made sure anyone to stand against them ever since has felt their dominance!

(Daniella Atlas steps out first, emerging on one side of the stage. She wears red, white, and blue gear designed in honor of France, the colors sharp beneath the spotlight as she slowly looks out at the hostile crowd. The Unified Tag Team Championship rests over her shoulder, and her expression is cold, composed, and entirely unmoved by the reaction.)

(Seconds later, Selina Reyes steps out on the opposite side. She is dressed in all-white ring gear, the color almost glowing beneath the red light and fog surrounding the stage. The contrast only makes the look feel more ominous as she raises her Unified Tag Team Championship slightly, a faint smirk appearing on her face.)

(Then, from the darkness between them, Minerva emerges.)

(The boos grow louder as “The Black Rose” steps forward with a slow, measured pace, her eyes fixed on the ring. Daniella and Selina remain on either side of her as Minerva extends her arms, taking in the scene not with excitement, but with ownership. Daniella slams her boot against the stage while Selina lifts one finger into the air, the three women standing together beneath the red spotlight.)

Bella Braxton: INTRODUCING THE CHAMPIONS! BEING ACCOMPANIED BY EAW HALL OF FAMER… “THE BLACK ROSE”… MINERVA!

(The crowd boos even louder as Minerva’s name is announced, but Minerva barely reacts. She simply begins walking down the ramp, Daniella and Selina following at either side with the Unified Tag Team Championships on full display.)

Bella Braxton: AT A COMBINED WEIGHT OF TWO HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-SEVEN POUNDS… THEY ARE THE EAW UNIFIED TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS… “THE BLADE OF HERMES” DANIELLA ATLAS… “THE ORYX QUEEN” SELINA REYES… TOXXXIN!!!!

Rich Russillo: It is impossible to talk about this match without talking about Minerva’s presence at ringside. Minerva has guided Daniella Atlas and Selina Reyes throughout their time together, but tonight there is an added wrinkle. Minerva and Dr. Bethany Blue have a very personal relationship, and we have to wonder what that means if this match starts slipping away from ToXXXin.

Persephone: Because I needed more people to factor into this thing and make it take longer. Right.

Thadd Blazevich: But even if she doesn’t bro, Selina and Daniella have enough power and prowess between them to tear anyone apart as we’ve seen all season.

(Daniella and Selina continue their slow march toward the ring, neither champion looking intimidated by the stage or the crowd. Daniella’s eyes remain locked forward, her grip tightening around the championship on her shoulder. Selina glances toward the fans leaning over the barricade, her smirk never fading as the boos rain down around them.)

Rich Russillo: We also cannot forget what happened on the final Voltage before Pain for Pride. Daniella and Selina sent a message by blasting Bethany Blue and TLA in the face with those championships, standing tall with Minerva as ToXXXin made one final statement before tonight.

Thadd Blazevich: And Bethany and TLA have had to sit with that all week, dude! They fought their way through Tag Team Turmoil, they earned this opportunity, and then the champions tried to remind them exactly who they were stepping into the ring with!

Persephone: Hitting someone with a title belt is honestly one of the more efficient arguments I’ve seen around here.

(Daniella reaches the ring steps and slowly climbs onto the apron. Selina steps onto the apron on the opposite side, holding her championship up as the boos continue. Minerva remains at ringside for a moment, watching both champions before walking to the front of the ring.)

(Daniella steps through the ropes first. Selina follows from the opposite side. They stand in the center of the ring as Minerva climbs onto the apron, then slowly enters the ring behind them.)

(The stage lights shift as fog continues to surround the ring. Minerva lowers herself to one knee and spreads her arms wide while Daniella and Selina stand on either side of her. Flames shoot from the ring posts as the champions raise the Unified Tag Team Championships high over their heads.)

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Rich Russillo: A chilling image here at Pain for Pride. Minerva, Daniella Atlas, and Selina Reyes standing together as ToXXXin, and the champions look more than ready to defend what they believe belongs to them.

Thadd Blazevich: Bethany Blue and TLA have heart, they have experience, and they earned this shot, but they are stepping into the ring with a team that knows exactly how to hurt people together.

Persephone: Great. They posed. They looked evil. Can we get to the part where everyone starts throwing elbows already?

(Minerva rises back to her feet as Daniella and Selina lower the championships. They hand the titles to the referee, but neither woman takes her eyes off the challengers. Minerva exits the ring and steps down to ringside, standing near the champions’ corner with a cold, unreadable look on her face.)

Rich Russillo: The Unified Tag Team Championships are about to be decided, right here and now!

(The referee takes the titles from ToXXXin before showing them to Bethany and TLA. The ref then holds them up for the camera before passing them to the timekeeper and calling for the bell.)

( DING! DING! DING! )

Rich Russillo: AND HERE WE GO! THE UNIFIED TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS ARE ON THE LINE AT PAIN FOR PRIDE! Daniella Atlas and Selina Reyes defend against Dr. Bethany Blue and TLA, two challengers who were randomly paired in Tag Team Turmoil and fought their way through the tournament to find themselves challenging for the belts at the grandest stage!

Thadd Blazevich: Bro, that’s what makes this so interesting! Bethany and TLA weren’t expecting the team up going into the second half of the season, but once it happened they kept finding ways to win! Now they’re standing across the ring from champions who have been operating like a machine for months!

Persephone: A machine and two people who got assigned a group project. Amazing. This is why school was terrible.

Rich Russillo: Selina Reyes will begin this match for the champions, and Dr. Bethany Blue steps forward for the challengers! We are starting with two technically dangerous competitors to kick off this match!

(Bethany and Selina slowly circle the ring, neither woman rushing in. Daniella Atlas watches from the champions’ corner, calm and imposing, while TLA claps from the apron and gets the crowd behind Bethany.)

Crowd: BLUE! BLUE! BLUE! BLUE!

Persephone: They’re chanting for a woman who no-sold losing her baby this year. Classy.

Rich Russillo: Bethany and Selina lock up in the center of the ring! Bethany immediately grabs the wrist and twists Selina into a standing wristlock! Selina rolls forward to relieve the pressure, kips back up, and reverses into a hammerlock! Bethany winces before reaching back, grabbing Selina by the head and snapping her over with a mare takeover!

Thadd Blazevich: Bethany going right into that side headlock, dude! She wants to ground Selina before that lucha style gets rolling!

Rich Russillo: Selina wraps her legs around Bethany’s head, forcing the break with a headscissors! Bethany kips out and both women quickly return to their feet! Selina swings with an open palm strike, but Bethany ducks underneath! Bethany grabs the waist! Looking for a Tiger Suplex early, but Selina blocks it with her boot! Selina drops down, rolls through, and trips Bethany into a single leg Boston Crab! We have a technical showcase here early! Bethany is close to the ropes! She rolls through before Selina can fully sit back, sending Selina forward! Bethany catches her from behind!

Thadd Blazevich: Backslide! Champ’s shoulders are down bro!

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

Rich Russillo: SELINA KICKS OUT! Both women scramble back up! Selina charges, but Bethany catches the arm and looks for The Dislocation! Fujiwara armbar attempt already!

Thadd Blazevich: The Doctor is trying to start cutting off limbs early, bro! Selina quickly rolls through before Bethany can trap the arm! Selina gets to a knee and Bethany swings with a running knee lift! Selina avoids it! Selina pops to her feet and catches Bethany with a basement dropkick to the knee! Bethany drops to one knee and Selina immediately hits the ropes! RUNNING METEORA!

Rich Russillo: Selina hooks both legs!

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

Rich Russillo: Bethany kicks out quickly! But the champion is unfazed! Selina grabs the wrist and drags Bethany toward the champions’ corner!

(TAG!)

Rich Russillo: Daniella Atlas tags in, and the complexion of this match changes immediately!

Persephone: Great, let’s see what the big mannish bitch can pull off. Selina holds Bethany in place as Daniella steps through the ropes. Daniella drives a knee into the midsection. Selina follows with a snap kick to the ribs before exiting! Daniella grabs Bethany by the wrist and whips her into the ropes! Bethany rebounds and Daniella drops her with a massive knife-edge chop!

Rich Russillo: Bethany falls to a knee clutching her chest, and Daniella immediately grabs her by the chin! Daniella pulls Bethany back to her feet and drives a forearm across the jaw! Another forearm! Bethany staggers into the ropes and Daniella sends her across again! Bethany ducks under a lariat and comes back with a missile dropkick right to Daniella’s chest!

Thadd Blazevich: Bethany got all of that, bro, but Daniella is still standing! Daniella only stumbles back one step! Bethany sees that and immediately charges forward! Ripcord forearm! Daniella absorbs it! Bethany grabs the wrist again! Another ripcord forearm! Daniella staggers this time, and Bethany turns toward her corner!

(TAG!)

Rich Russillo: TLA tags in now, and here comes La Pantera Sexual!

Thadd Blazevich: The pace is about to change, dude!

Rich Russillo: Bethany grabs Daniella by the arm and TLA springboards into the ring! SPRINGBOARD SPLASH TO THE ARM OF DANIELLA ATLAS! Bethany exits as TLA immediately follows with fast strikes! Left hand! Right hand! Kick to the thigh! Very Mexican Uppercut!

Persephone: He’s throwing every limb he owns at her. That’s definitely one strategy if you wanna get hurt. TLA hits the ropes, but Daniella catches him with a knee lift to the midsection! TLA doubles over and Daniella launches him toward the champions’ corner! TLA uses the momentum to leap onto the middle rope! TLA backflips over Daniella and lands on his feet! Daniella turns around and TLA catches her with a headscissors takedown!

Rich Russillo: Daniella rolls through and gets back to her feet, but TLA charges in again! Daniella swings with a spinning back elbow, but TLA ducks! Cartel Kick! The Pele Kick connects! Daniella falls into the ropes! TLA runs forward! 305! TIGER FEINT KICK ROCKS DANIELLA ATLAS!

Crowd: TLA! TLA! TLA!

Rich Russillo: Daniella is staggered and TLA climbs onto the apron! TLA looks to springboard in… NO! Selina grabs his ankle from the outside!

Persephone: There we go. Someone did something actually smart. Or halfway competent, whatever you want to call it.

Rich Russillo: The referee immediately catches Selina and warns her! TLA kicks her away, but that brief distraction gives Daniella time! TLA springboards in anyway, but Daniella catches him out of the air! POWERBOMB! TLA GETS PLANTED!

Thadd Blazevich: Bro, Daniella just snatched him out of the sky! Daniella hooks the leg!

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

Referee: TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

Rich Russillo: TLA kicks out! Daniella wastes no time as she pulls TLA up and drives repeated grounded forearms into the side of the head! Daniella is trying to smother the speed of TLA before he can turn this into chaos!

(TAG!)

Rich Russillo: Selina Reyes tags back in, and this is where the champions’ teamwork starts to show!

Persephone: Daniella holds TLA in a front facelock as Selina enters! Daniella lifts TLA for a vertical suplex while Selina runs to the ropes! Selina rebounds and catches TLA with a spinning heel kick to the ribs as Daniella drops him with the suplex!

Thadd Blazevich: That’s the difference, dude! Bethany and TLA have gotten better as a team, but Daniella and Selina have been champions for months!

Rich Russillo: Selina hooks the leg!

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

Referee: TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

Rich Russillo: TLA gets the shoulder up! But Selina made that pin mostly just to make a statement! She knows that wouldn’t be enough! Selina immediately transitions into a crossface! TLA is trapped in the center of the ring!

Persephone: Finally, someone is trying to end this before we get ninety kickouts and a lecture on perseverance. Maybe I can actually get home to my copy of Lover Boys magazine.

Rich Russillo: Literature is gonna have to wait! Selina wrenches back on the crossface! TLA reaches toward Bethany, but he is nowhere near the corner! Selina is pulling back with everything she has, trying to tear his head from his shoulders!

Thadd Blazevich: TLA starts to push up with his free arm, bro! Selina tries to keep the hold locked in, but TLA gets one knee underneath him! Don’t underestimate the power of the hall of famer!

Persephone: Selina transitions quickly, trying to switch to the Reyes Lock! TLA senses it and rolls forward before she can trap the arms! Selina gets back to her feet and charges, but TLA catches her with an armdrag! Selina rolls through! TLA with another armdrag! Selina back up! TLA goes for a third, but Selina blocks and catches him with a snap dragon suplex!

Rich Russillo: TLA lands hard on the back of his neck! Selina drags him back toward the champions’ corner!

(TAG!)

Rich Russillo: Daniella tags back in, and the champions are keeping TLA exactly where they want him!

Thadd Blazevich: Frequent tags, bro! They are cutting the ring in half perfectly right now! Minerva has a massive grin on her face as she watches it!

Rich Russillo: Selina holds TLA in place as Daniella enters and drills him with a bicycle kick! TLA drops to the mat and Daniella immediately starts stomping down! Arm trapped stomps now! Daniella pins TLA’s arm under her boot and stomps repeatedly into the chest!

Referee: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!

Rich Russillo: Daniella steps away at four, but only for a moment! TLA crawls toward the ropes and Daniella grabs him from behind! German Suplex! NO! TLA FLIPS THROUGH AND LANDS ON HIS FEET! Daniella turns around! Very Mexican Uppercut! TLA staggers Daniella! He hits the ropes! Daniella goes for a lariat, but TLA ducks! TLA rebounds! CARTEL KICK! DANIELLA IS DOWN TO A KNEE!

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Rich Russillo: TLA has an opening! He stumbles toward his corner!

(TAG!)

Rich Russillo: Bethany Blue tags back in, and the Doctor enters with momentum and immediately connects with a running knee lift to Daniella! Daniella falls against the ropes! Bethany grabs the arm and pulls Daniella up! She hoist her into a Fisherman’s Neckbreaker! What an impact! Daniella is down! Selina tries to enter, but Bethany catches her with a dropkick before she can cross the ropes! Selina drops off the apron!

Persephone: I would respect Bethany more if she hadn’t let her baby turn the same color as her last name.

Rich Russillo: Bethany turns back to Daniella and grabs her by the legs! Bethany looking for Fractured early! Elevated Crab attempt! Daniella fights it! Daniella kicks Bethany away with both legs, sending the Doctor into the ropes! Bethany rebounds, and Daniella lifts her for a flapjack!

Thadd Blazevich: NO! Bethany lands on her feet behind Daniella! Bethany grabs the waist! TIGER SUPLEX! Daniella gets dropped on the back of her head! Bethany bridges for the cover!

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

Referee: TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

Rich Russillo: Daniella kicks out! Bethany rolls through and immediately attacks the arm! Bethany stomps at the elbow and shoulder, trying to neutralize the power of Daniella Atlas!

Thadd Blazevich: That’s the Doctor’s game, bro! Daniella throws bombs with those forearms and elbows, so Bethany attacks the arm! Bethany pulls Daniella up now by the head and sends her into the corner! Bethany charges in—

Rich Russillo: BUT DANIELLA COMES OUT OF THE CORNER WITH A BOOT! Bethany staggers backwards! Daniella charges!

Thadd Blazevich: BLACK DEATH! BLACK DEATH CONNECTS BRO! THE DISCUS ELBOW TAKES THE DOCTOR DOWN AND DANIELLA GETS THE COVER!

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

Referee: TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

Referee: THREEEEEEEEEEEEEE—

Rich Russillo: Bethany kicks out! She came to at the last second! And Daniella looks surprised at that one! She hit Bethany with one of her best shots! But the doctor lives on!

Persephone: Well she won’t have much time left! Daniella is dragging her over to the champions corner for some playtime!

(TAG!)

Rich Russillo: Selina Reyes tags back in, and Daniella has done real damage here!

Rich Russillo: Daniella lifts Bethany into a bear hug as Selina climbs to the top rope! Selina leaps! FLYING CLOTHESLINE AS DANIELLA RELEASES THE BEAR HUG! Bethany crashes down and Selina hooks the leg!

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

Referee: TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

Rich Russillo: Bethany kicks out again! Selina immediately grabs Bethany by the legs and rolls through! Indian Deathlock! Selina has the Indian Deathlock applied, and Bethany is in trouble now as she was barely holding on before!

Thadd Blazevich: Selina is targeting those legs, dude! That can take out Bethany’s speed as well as a lot of her higher powered offense! Smart attack by the champs to pick their opponents apart!

Rich Russillo: Bethany reaches for the ropes, but Selina has her trapped just far enough away! TLA trying to rally the crowd from the apron as Bethany pulls herself forward inch by inch! Selina leans back and increases the pressure!

Persephone: Just tap. You’re a doctor or so that crayon colored diploma says. You should know when your knee is filing a resignation letter dumbass!

Rich Russillo: Bethany claws forward! Daniella reaches from the apron and tries to pull the rope back, but the referee catches her! Daniella lets go, and Bethany finally grabs the bottom rope!

Referee: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!

Thadd Blazevich: Selina breaks at four bro, but the damage may have been done! Selina pulls Bethany back to her feet! She hooks the arms! Looking for Oryx Awakening already! Styles Clash attempt! This could be bad, bro!

Rich Russillo: Bethany kicks her legs! Bethany fights free and lands on her feet! Bethany catches Selina with a kick to the midsection! PULLS HER IN! WHIPLASH! WHIPLASH CONNECTS OUT OF NOWHERE!

Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!

Rich Russillo: BETHANY PLANTED SELINA WITH WHIPLASH! SHE HOOKS BOTH LEGS!

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

Referee: TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

Referee: THR-

Rich Russillo: SELINA KICKS OUT! SELINA REYES JUST KICKED OUT OF WHIPLASH!

Persephone: Fuck me, can’t I have anything? I just want to go home.

Rich Russillo: Bethany stares at the referee for half a second, but she knows she cannot lose time here! Daniella enters late, but TLA jumps in and cuts her off with a springboard crossbody! TLA and Daniella roll out under the bottom rope! Bethany pulls Selina up, but Selina rakes the eyes while the referee is focused on getting TLA and Daniella back out of the match!

Thadd Blazevich: Bethany stumbles blindly! Selina grabs her from behind! German Suplex! Bethany lands hard, but Selina keeps the waist locked! Selina rolls through! SAITO SUPLEX! Bethany is down! And Selina wants to make the most of this opening!

(TAG!)

Rich Russillo: Daniella Atlas tags in! Selina drags Bethany up and pulls her forward, snapping her into position! Daniella charges in with a burst of speed! SLOW BURN! Daniella connects with that running blockbuster as Selina drops with perfect timing, and Bethany is driven violently into the canvas! DANIELLA HOOKS THE LEG! THE CHAMPIONS MAY RETAIN RIGHT HERE!

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

Referee: TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

Referee: THR-

Thadd Blazevich: SHE KICKED OUT! HOW, BRO!? BETHANY HAS TAKEN CRAZY DAMAGE THE LAST FEW MINUTES!

(The camera lingers on Daniella, who sits up slowly and stares down at Bethany. Selina is on the apron, eyes narrowed, and even she seems annoyed that the challengers are still alive.)

Rich Russillo: Daniella pulls Bethany up, but Bethany is barely standing! Daniella hooks the arm! South of Heaven! No! Bethany slips behind! Bethany shoves Daniella forward! BETHANY LUNGES!

(TAG!)

Rich Russillo: TLA made the tag! Bethany got to the corner at the last possible second!

Thadd Blazevich: Daniella doesn’t know, bro! She turns back around and Bethany drops low, clipping the knee with a chop block! TLA springboards from the top rope! SPRINGBOARD SPLASH TO DANIELLA! TLA HOOKS THE LEG!

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

Referee: TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

Rich Russillo: Daniella kicks out! But TLA pops back up and the crowd is alive again! Selina enters and charges, but TLA ducks the forearm! TLA sends Selina into the ropes! TLA leapfrogs! Selina rebounds and TLA catches her with a dragonrana! Selina rolls to the outside!

Thadd Blazevich: TLA sees Selina on the floor, bro! Daniella is getting back up behind him, but TLA runs the ropes! SUICIDE DIVE TO SELINA REYES! TLA sends Selina into the barricade! TLA pops back to his feet and slides into the ring! Daniella charges, but TLA ducks! TLA rebounds off the ropes and catches Daniella with a hurricanrana! Daniella rolls through to her knees! TLA follows immediately with a running dropkick to the chest! Daniella is down!

Persephone: TLA is everywhere right now! The champions officially lost control of the match! TLA climbs to the top rope! Daniella is down! 420! SHOOTING STAR PRESS!

Rich Russillo: NOBODY HOME! Daniella rolls away and TLA crashes chest-first into the canvas!

Thadd Blazevich: Daniella slowly pushes herself up, eyes locked on TLA! Daniella grabs him by the wrist, bro! RIPCORD! INAMORATA!

Rich Russillo: NO! HE SLIPS UNDER! TLA WITH THE KICK TO THE STOMACH! MEXICAN DESTROYER! MEXICAN DESTROYER ON DANIELLA ATLAS! TLA HOOKS THE LEG! NEW CHAMPIONS! NEW CHAMPIONS!

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

Referee: TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

Referee: THHRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

Rich Russillo: DANIELLA ATLAS KICKS OUT! THE CHAMPIONS SURVIVE!

(The crowd explodes as TLA rolls backward onto his knees, his eyes wide as Daniella barely turns onto her side. Minerva bites her lip on the outside as Bethany is gripping the tag rope in disbelief, while Selina is still down near the barricade.)

Thadd Blazevich: BROOOOOOO! TLA JUST SPIKED HER AND SHE STILL GOT THE SHOULDER UP! I THOUGHT THAT WAS IT WITH ALL THAT MOMENTUM BEHIND HIM!

Persephone: TLA is stunned, but it will be all over if he keeps sitting there gawking! This is Pain for Pride as you all keep telling me! TLA drags Daniella toward the corner and climbs back to the top rope! He may be looking for Burnout already!

Rich Russillo: TLA balances himself on the top rope! BURNOUT!

Thadd Blazevich: NO! Daniella rolls away at the last second and TLA has to land on his feet! TLA rolls through bro! Daniella pops up! GHOST CALL! DISCUS PALM STRIKE CATCHES TLA FLUSH!

Rich Russillo: TLA COLLAPSES TO A KNEE! DANIELLA PULLS HIM UP! SOUTH OF HEAVEN! SOUTH OF HEAVEN RIPTIDE CONNECTS ON TLA! DANIELLA HOOKS THE LEG!

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

Referee: TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

Referee: THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

Thadd Blazevich: HE KICKED OUT, BRO! TLA IS STILL ALIVE!

Persephone: HOW MANY NECKS DOES THIS MAN HAVE? DID THE DOCTOR INSTALL BACKUPS? Daniella sits there for a moment, breathing heavily, and now you can see the frustration! That pride, that arrogance, it might be starting to creep in! That’s how these dumb fucks are going to lose because they let it get under their skin!

Rich Russillo: Daniella grabs TLA by the legs and turns him over! HERMÈS LAW! MODIFIED STANDING CLOVERLEAF! Daniella has TLA trapped! TLA is in deep trouble! Daniella leans back, wrenching the back and legs of TLA!

Thadd Blazevich: TLA reaches for the ropes, but Daniella drags him back to the center! He pushes up on his hands, trying to crawl, but Daniella steps back even farther! TLA might have to tap!

Persephone: Tap. Think about the future. Think about not needing hip replacement before forty. Though he probably already needs that with all the hos he’s dealing with.

Rich Russillo: TLA claws at the canvas! Daniella is screaming at him to quit! BUT HERE COMES BETHANY BLUE! Selina enters from the other side and rushes toward Bethany! Bethany ducks Selina’s clothesline! TJD! SUPERKICK TO SELINA! Bethany leaps forward and breaks Hermès Law with a chop block to Daniella’s knee!

Rich Russillo: The referee is trying to restore order as Bethany and Selina both roll toward their respective aprons! TLA and Daniella are down in the center of the ring after that brutal exchange! Both legal competitors are crawling!

(TAG!)

Thadd Blazevich: Selina tags in, bro! Daniella reaches her corner and Selina Reyes is back in this match!

(TAG!)

Rich Russillo: Bethany tags in as well! Both women enter the ring at the same time!

Persephone: The same pair who started the match because of course I have to feel like we’ve made no progress at all. Selina and Bethany meet in the center of the ring and start trading forearms! Bethany with a forearm! Selina with an open palm strike! Bethany answers with another forearm! Selina with a chop! Bethany fires back with a corkscrew elbow! Selina staggers but swings with a running forearm! Bethany ducks underneath and grabs the waist! Tiger Suplex! No! Selina flips through and lands on her feet! Bethany turns around! POISONRANA! SELINA SPIKES BETHANY!

Rich Russillo: Bethany rolls through to her knees somehow! Selina charges! ALAMO KNEE! NO! Bethany collapses under the knee! Selina turns around and Bethany catches her! CODE BLUE! CODE BLUE CONNECTS!

Thadd Blazevich: BETHANY JUST DROVE THAT FIST INTO SELINA’S CHEST, CAUSING SELINA TO STUMBLE BACK AND COLLAPSE!!! BETH FALLS INTO THE COVER, AND THAT’S IT!! IT’S OVER!!!

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

Referee: TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

Referee: THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

Rich Russillo: NO, IT ISN’T, BECAUSE SELINA REYES WAS JUST CLOSE ENOUGH TO GET HER FOOT ON THE BOTTOM ROPE!!!!

(The crowd roars as Bethany rolls off of Selina, absolutely stunned. The Doctor takes a moment, looking at Selina’s foot resting on the bottom rope as she shakes her head, knowing it isn’t over.)

Thadd Blazevich: BRO! HOW DID SHE SURVIVE THAT!? BETHANY PUT EVERYTHING INTO THAT SHOT!

Persephone: Apparently hearts can be restarted by spite and being a slag. Science is fake.

Rich Russillo: Bethany looks absolutely shocked, and I don’t blame her! Selina seemed done, but she had just enough to get the rope break, likely due to Bethany’s fatigue preventing her from moving her! Daniella is reaching from the corner, trying to encourage her partner! Bethany pulls herself back up and reaches into her gear!

Thadd Blazevich: You know what this means, bro! Bethany is pulling out the glove! Bethany Blue may be looking for Say Ahhhh! The Doctor wants to force Selina to submit or pass out at Pain for Pride!

Persephone: We’re being sanitary NOW? This late in the game?

Rich Russillo: Bethany gets the glove on and stalks Selina as she slowly crawls back to her feet! Bethany grabs Selina from behind! Say Ahhhh! No! Selina rolls underneath before Bethany can force the fingers into the mouth! Selina grabs Bethany by the arm! CROSS ARMBREAKER! CROSS ARMBREAKER BY SELINA REYES!

Thadd Blazevich: WHAT A COUNTER BY REYES, BRO! SELINA IS TORQUING THAT ARM BACK WITH EVERYTHING SHE HAS AND BETHANY IS WRITHING IN PAIN WITH NO ESCAPE!

Rich Russillo: Bethany is trapped in the center of the ring! Selina has the arm extended! Bethany rolls her hips, trying to stack Selina’s shoulders!

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

Referee: TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

Rich Russillo: Selina releases and rolls away before the three! Both women pop back up! Selina charges! Bethany sidesteps and sends Selina into the corner! Bethany charges in with a running knee lift! Selina stumbles out! Bethany hooks the head! Fisherman’s Neckbreaker! Bethany drags Selina toward the center and climbs onto the second rope!

Thadd Blazevich: Bethany leaps, bro! KNEE DROP TO THE CHEST FROM THE SECOND TURNBUCKLE!

Rich Russillo: Bethany grabs her by the legs now and drags her out of the corner! Bethany is looking for Fractured! Selina is fighting it, but Bethany turns her! FRACTURED! FRACTURED IS LOCKED IN ON SELINA REYES!

Thadd Blazevich: That elevated crab is nasty, bro! Look at the pressure on Selina’s back!

Rich Russillo: Bethany has one knee pressed high against the upper back and neck! Selina is trapped! Daniella tries to enter the ring, but TLA cuts her off with a springboard missile dropkick! Daniella falls through the ropes and to the outside!

Persephone: She wasn’t paying attention and now her partner pays the price because she can’t be saved! Bye bye title reign!

Rich Russillo: TLA just saved the submission attempt from being broken, and Selina has nowhere to go! Bethany sits back deeper! Selina is reaching! Selina is crawling! Bethany is screaming at her to tap!

Persephone: This is the first responsible thing Bethany has done. Break the champion’s spine, collect the belts, go home.

Rich Russillo: Selina stretches forward! She is fingertips away from the ropes! Bethany drags her back! Every time Selina gets anywhere closer Bethany just pulls her back to the center! This could be all she wrote!

Thadd Blazevich: WAIT BRO! SELINA IS TORQUING HER OWN SHOULDERS UNDERNEATH! SHE TWISTS THROUGH AND MANAGES TO ROTATE HER BODY! NOW WITH UPKICKS TO THE FACE OF BETHANY! BETHANY LOSES THE HOLD!

Persephone: She held onto that longer than she did her marriage. Selina crawls toward the ropes and Bethany stumbles back! Selina pulls herself up on the second rope! Bethany charges!

Rich Russillo: PUNJABI FLY! SPANISH FLY OUT OF THE CORNER! BOTH WOMEN CRASH TO THE CANVAS!

Thadd Blazevich: Both competitors are down, bro! The first one to recover will take the momentum in this match!

Rich Russillo: Selina rolls toward her corner, but Daniella is still down on the outside after TLA’s dropkick! TLA is back in his corner now, reaching for Bethany! Selina realizes she has no tag and pulls herself back to her feet! Bethany is still crawling toward TLA, but Selina grabs her ankle!

Persephone: But Bethany turns around and kicks Selina away! Bethany dives!

(TAG!)

Rich Russillo: TLA tags in! TLA is legal! TLA springboards over the top rope! Selina ducks underneath! TLA lands and runs the ropes! Selina goes for a tilt-a-whirl headscissors, but TLA lands on his feet! Selina turns around! SWAG SHOT! TLA JUST PIMP SLAPPED SELINA REYES!

Persephone: Heh. A Ho got pimp slapped.

Rich Russillo: Selina staggers and TLA follows with fast striking combos! Punch! Kick! Uppercut! Spinning back kick! Selina falls into the ropes and TLA whips her across! Selina rebounds and TLA catches her with a hurricanrana!

Thadd Blazevich: BUT SELINA ROLLS THROUGH! SHE USES THAT MOMENTUM AND SCRAMBLES FOR HER CORNER!!

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Rich Russillo: Selina tags Daniella Atlas! Daniella enters as Selina rolls to the outside and TLA immediately charges! Daniella catches him with a headbutt! TLA staggers! Daniella grabs him! FALCON ARROW! Daniella hooks the leg!

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

Referee: TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

Rich Russillo: TLA kicks out! Daniella pulls TLA back up and sends him into the corner! Daniella charges with a running high kick, but TLA ducks and Daniella’s leg gets caught over the top rope! TLA sees an opening and catches Daniella with a basement dropkick to the planted knee!

Thadd Blazevich: Smart move, bro! The Doctor started that knee damage earlier and TLA is following up! Daniella drops down and TLA jumps onto the middle rope! TLA walks along the ropes! WALK DA WALK! ROPE WALK DIVE TO THE OUTSIDE ON SELINA REYES!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Rich Russillo: TLA just wiped out Selina again! TLA lands hard too, but he’s somehow back up! Daniella is still down in the ring! TLA climbs the apron and up the outer turnbuckles to the top rope! BURNOUT! CORKSCREW 630 SENTON! WHAT A MOVE! HE HAS THE COVER!

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

Referee: TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

Referee: THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

Rich Russillo: DANIELLA KICKS OUT AGAIN!

Thadd Blazevich: TLA IS THROWING THE HIGHLIGHT REEL AT TOXXXIN, DUDE, BUT DANIELLA IS STILL IN THIS!

Persephone: SHE IS EITHER INCREDIBLY TOUGH OR TERRIBLE AT STAYING DOWN. BOTH ARE IRRITATING! I WANNA GO HOME BUT THESE BITCHES WON’T DIE!

Rich Russillo: TLA pulls Daniella up! He may be thinking Mexican Destroyer again! TLA hooks the head, but Daniella grabs him by the legs! Daniella powers him up! POWERBOMB! TLA bounces off the mat! Daniella keeps hold! SHE LIFTS HIM AGAIN! SECOND POWERBOMB! Daniella isn’t done! She deadlifts TLA one more time! SIT-OUT POWERBOMB! HOLDS IT FOR THE COVER!

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

Referee: TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

Rich Russillo: TLA KICKS OUT! TLA kicks out of the repeated powerbombs, but Daniella has absolutely changed the pace! And there is no way TLA’s spine isn’t feeling it at this point! Daniella drags TLA toward the champions’ corner where Selina is back on the apron!

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Rich Russillo: Selina tags in, and I think the champions are looking for something big! Rich Russillo: Daniella lifts TLA up… THEY HAVE HIM IN POSITION!

Thadd Blazevich: THE OUTBREAK! TOXXXIN PLANTS TLA WITH THE MAGIC KILLER! THE REFEREE RUSHES DANIELLA OUT OF THE RING WHILE SELINA HOOKS THE LEG! THE CHAMPIONS RETAIN!

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

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Rich Russillo: BUT HERE COMES BETHANY!!!

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Referee: TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

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Persephone: DANIELLA MOVING TO INTERCEPT HER!!

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Referee: THREEEEEEEEEE!!!

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Rich Russillo: BETHANY BLUE BREAKS UP THE PIN!!!!

Thadd Blazevich: THE DOCTOR GOT THERE AT THE LAST POSSIBLE SECOND TO STOP THE COUNT BRO! AND SHE CONNECTS WITH A KNEE TO THE SIDE OF SELINA’S HEAD! AND NOW HERE COMES DANIELLA! SHE HITS BETHANY WITH A BIG BOOT FOR HER TROUBLE!

Persephone: The referee is trying to get things controlled instead of letting them kill each other. Boo. He’s commanding Atlas back to her corner while Bethany is rolling back to the apron of her own. And now we are back to a standstill.

Rich Russillo: Selina is still shaken from the knee to the skull she just took but so is TLA from the Outbreak! But she tries to stay on him! She grabs TLA by the head and begins to pull him up to his knees! Yelling at TLA now and—

Persephone: HAHA! SHE JUST BITCH SLAPPED HIM ACROSS THE FACE!!

Thadd Blazevich: She sure did, bro! And now she swings a massive punch—

Rich Russillo: BUT TLA DUCKS IT! TWISTS THROUGH! CARTEL KICK! THE URGENT COUNTER DROPS SELINA TO THE MAT AND TLA CAN RECOVER! HE LOOKS AROUND AND SEES BETHANY BACK UP ON THE APRON! HE BEGINS TO CRAWL! REACHING FOR HIS PARTNER AS BETHANY REACHES OUT!

(TAG!)

Rich Russillo: Tag made and Bethany steps through the ropes as Selina is trying to recover! Bethany charges forward! CONCUSSION PROTOCOL!

Thadd Blazevich: BUT SELINA ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY! SHE PUSHES BETHANY INTO THE ROPES AND CATCHES HER WITH A MASSIVE FOREARM ON THE WAY BACK!

Persephone: But she’s still hurting! And Bethany is getting back to her feet! Do the smart thing, bitch!

Rich Russillo: Selina quickly reaches over and tags in Daniella Atlas!

(TAG!)

Rich Russillo: Selina drags Bethany up and sends her toward Daniella! Daniella with a spinning back elbow! Selina follows with a tiger feint kick from the ropes! Bethany falls back into Daniella! BLACK DEATH! DISCUS ELBOW TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD!

Thadd Blazevich: DOCTOR SAW IT COMING BRO! SHE DROPS DOWN AND HITS A BASEMENT DROPKICK TO TAKE DANIELLA’S LEGS OUT!

Rich Russillo: Daniella is down to one knee— AND BETHANY GRABS HER FOR A DDT!

Thadd Blazevich: NO! ATLAS OVERPOWERS IT BRO! SHE HOISTS BETHANY UP AND PLANTS HER WITH A SPINEBUSTER!

Persephone: Atlas looks pissed off now! She reaches down and grabs Bethany by the hair to pull her back up! Holding her head in place to deliver punches! One! Two! Three straight shots to the jaw! Blue could be out cold—

Thadd Blazevich: NO! BETHANY GRABS DANIELLA’S HEAD FOR THE SITOUT JAWBREAKER! ATLAS IS STUMBLED BACK TO THE MAT!

Rich Russillo: BETHANY LEAPS ON TOP OF HER AND LOCKS IN A FUJIWARA ARMBAR! THE DISLOCATION IS IN! Daniella’s arm is trapped! Atlas is in real danger!

Thadd Blazevich: Daniella is reaching toward the ropes bro! She is dragging both herself and Bethany forward with all her power! Bethany pulls back on the arm! Daniella grits her teeth, refusing to tap! Selina rushes in, but TLA enters and intercepts her! TLA tackles Selina and they both roll to the outside where the brawling continues! TLA with a Very Mexican Uppercut! Selina fires back with an open palm strike! Trading shots on the outside!

Rich Russillo: Daniella keeps crawling! Bethany is trying to keep the hold applied! Daniella is fingertips away! Bethany transitions! SAY AHHHHH! Bethany releases the arm and tries to trap Daniella in that Rings of Saturn variation! She has the glove still on! Bethany is trying to force the fingers into Daniella’s mouth!

Thadd Blazevich: DANIELLA IS FIGHTING DUDE! BETHANY HAS ONE ARM TRAPPED WITH HER LEGS, THE OTHER HOOKED! DANIELLA IS TRYING TO TURN HER FACE AWAY! BETHANY GETS THE GRIP! SAY AHHHH! SAY AHHHH IS LOCKED IN ON DANIELLA ATLAS!

Persephone: IT’S LOCKED IN! BETHANY IS FINGERING DANIELLA!

Rich Russillo: DANIELLA IS FADING! THE REFEREE IS CHECKING HER!

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Thadd Blazevich: BUT LOOK! SELINA CATCHES TLA WITH AN ELBOW TO THE JAW! AND SHE SLIPS INTO THE RING! AND A SWIFT KICK TO THE SKULL OF BETHANY BLUE!

Rich Russillo: Selina saves the match for the champions, and all four competitors are hurting now! Daniella is coughing and gasping after being trapped in Say Ahhhh, TLA is down on the outside, and Selina is trying to will Daniella back to the champions corner! Atlas is reaching out!

(TAG!)

Rich Russillo: Selina tags herself in! Selina rushes back in and grabs Bethany from behind as the Doctor tries to crawl to her empty corner! Selina hooks the arms! ORYX AWAKENING! NO! Bethany kicks free! Bethany flips Selina over with a back body drop! Selina rolls through to her feet! Bethany turns around! SHOTGUN DROPKICK SENDS BETHANY INTO THE CORNER! AND KNOCKOUT SMASH! RUNNING HIP ATTACK IN THE CORNER BY SELINA!

Persephone: Bethany’s face has taken so much damage she might have to bill herself for cosmetic surgery.

Rich Russillo: Selina pulls Bethany up again! Bethany can barely stand! Selina puts her in position, lifts! ORYX AWAKENING! STYLES CLASH CONNECTS! COVER!

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

Referee: TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

Referee: THREEEEEEEEEE!!!

Persephone: Finally I can go home…

Rich Russillo: TLA BREAKS IT UP! TLA DIVES IN AT THE LAST POSSIBLE SECOND!

Persephone: FUCK!!!

Thadd Blazevich: TLA JUST SAVED THE MATCH BUT HERE COMES DANIELLA ATLAS BRO! SHE MOVES IN AND HITS TLA WITH A MASSIVE CLOTHESLINE!

Rich Russillo: NO! TLA RUNS UNDERNEATH AND HITS THE ROPES! AND COMES BACK! MEXICAN DESTROYER TO DANIELLA ATLAS! SHE CRASHES HARD AND ROLLS TO THE OUTSIDE!

Persephone: Well now he has to stop to check on his partner because all the saving doesn’t matter if she’s dead in the water.

Thadd Blazevich: TLA knows that bro. He’s pulling Bethany up to try and get her moving again—

Rich Russillo: BUT SELINA PULLS HIM FROM BEHIND! SHE REACHES AROUND AND WANTS A GERMAN SUPLEX—

Thadd Blazevich: BUT TLA BACKFLIPS THROUGH IT BRO! THAT WAS CRAZY! SELINA TURNS AROUND! MEXICAN DESTROYER TO SELINA REYES! HE DIDN’T GET IT ALL BUT –

Rich Russillo: CONCUSSION PROTOCOL! BETHANY FOLLOWS UP THE MEXICAN DESTROYER WITH THE CURB STOMP TO SELINA’S HEAD! THE COVER!!

Referee: ONNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

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Thadd Blazevich: BUT HERE COMES DANIELLA!

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Referee: TWWWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

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Rich Russillo: BUT TLA CATCHES HER WITH A CONCUSSION PROTOCOL OF HIS OWN!!! CURB STOMP TO DANIELLA!!

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Referee: THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

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( DING! DING! DING! )

Rich Russillo: THEY DID IT!!!

Bella Braxton: HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS! AND NEWWWWW EAW UNIFIED TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS… TLA AND DOCTOR BETHANY BLUE… LA FARMACIA SEXUAL!!!!

(The crowd explodes at the announcement as the camera cuts to the ring. “Somebody Get Me a Doctor” by Van Halen hits the speakers again. Bethany rolls off of Selina and TLA helps her to her feet. The referee hands them the Unified Tag Team Championships and lifts both of their hands in the air.)

Thadd Blazevich: WHAT A MATCH BRO! TLA AND BETHANY CAME IN WITH EVERYTHING AND THEY TOOK IT TO THE HOUSE!

Rich Russillo: FROM THE RANDOMIZATION OF THE TAG TEAM TURMOIL! TO WINNING THE TOURNAMENT! TO STANDING AGAINST THE CHAMPIONS! THIS IS A TEAM THAT WAS FORGED UNDER THE HIGHEST PRESSURE! AND THEY END THE SEASON AS CHAMPIONS!!

Thadd Blazevich: And what a testament to their teamwork bro! TLA knew just the move to help secure the match, and it was one he borrowed from his partner! That’s how well you get to know someone when you fight these battles together!

Persephone: Great. Weee. Nice. Wahooo. Jubilation. Can we move on now? This match with one man and three women was so lame. Give me two oily guys rolling around now please.

Thadd Blazevich: Uhh… anyway bro… Congratulations to the new champs! TLA has won his first ever tag team championship, completing the career Grand Slam! And a wonderful comeback for Dr. Blue after what she went through earlier this year!

(The camera lingers on TLA and Bethany as they hug, celebrating in the ring before panning over to see ToXXXin on the outside. Selina is laying on the floor and Daniella is clutching her head. Minerva is consoling Selina and Daniella, glancing momentarily up at Bethany and TLA in the ring.)

Rich Russillo: And take nothing away from ToXXXin! They showed why they are one of the most dangerous groups in the company across this entire reign! There is a lot left in front of them, something tells me this won’t stop their momentum at all!

(The camera fades away from ringside with Bethany and TLA still celebrating.)

(And it fades to the backstage area where Adam Lucas watches from the monitors.)

(Adam clenches his jaw and stifles his breath, wiping a single tear from his eye as he watches Bethany celebrate.)

(Commercial for Raven Roberts’s new seminar: How to Talk Endlessly for a Full Week Straight Without Losing Your Voice.)

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(The camera returns to ringside.)

Gina Romano: THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL!!!

Crowd: ONE FALL!!!

Gina Romano: AND IT IS FOR THE EAW NEW BREED CHAMPIONSHIP!

(‘Diablo’ by YOLOZ hits to set a different tone for the challenger tonight, drawing a cheer from the crowd that can already sense the intensity of this entrance. Anna Wautier slowly walks out in an extravagant kimono with bright glittering panels and white fur trim. Her kimono features a deep magenta, crimson, and violet colour palette, with metallic accents. A darker red checkered obi remains at the waist, layered with geometric patterns, complemented by burgundy and purple sleeves. A grave, deadpan expression conveys her solemn focus on the match ahead as she slowly makes her way to the ring.)

Gina Romano: INTRODUCING THE CHALLENGER!… FROM YOKOHAMA, JAPAN!… WEIGHING IN AT 142 POUNDS!… THE THRONE PRINCESS!… ANNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!…. WAUTIERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Gavin Kirkland: “The Throne Princess.” A new name, a new presentation, and I think that says everything about what tonight means to her.

Deadprez: She has earned every bit of that spotlight. From an indie run that nearly broke her to standing here on the grandest stage in this entire company.

Sienna Swann: Royalty doesn’t smile for anyone, sweetheart. She’ll do that after she’s holding that championship.

(The arena screen flickers to life as a two-minute advertisement begins playing for Clayton’s podcast, slick production values and an obnoxious amount of self-promotion filling every second of it. The crowd groans as golden smoke begins billowing from the stage and creeping down the ramp.)

Gavin Kirkland: Oh, here we go. Of course he gets his own commercial before he even walks out.

Deadprez: This man does not know how to make an entrance without making it about three other things first. Everything except the actual wrestling!

(“Confident” by Demi Lovato hits and the golden smoke parts as Clayton Golde emerges astride a gleaming white horse, led down the ramp by several scantily-clad women on either side. He sits tall in the saddle, soaking in the moment, pointing and taunting individual fans as he passes them while wearing the New Breed Championship!)

Gina Romano: AND INTRODUCING THE CHAMPION…FROM HIS GOLDEN COMPOUND IN ROMANIA! WEIGHTING IN AT 210 POUNDS! HE IS THE NEW BREED CHAMPION! “THE GOSPEL” CLAYTON GOLDE!

Gavin Kirkland: Of course he’s on a horse.

Deadprez: I genuinely cannot believe what I am looking at right now.

Sienna Swann: Jesus, when I thought he couldn’t get more annoying.

(The crowd’s jeers grow louder with every step the horse takes, Clayton drinking in every bit of the negative reaction like it’s praise. As he nears the ring he swings off the horse with practiced flair, stepping directly onto the apron without breaking stride. Clayton holds the pose for a long beat, head tilted back, basking in the golden light and the sea of boos crashing over him from every direction, before finally stepping through the ropes and into the ring.)

(DING! DING! DING!)

Gavin Kirkland: This crowd has been waiting for this one! Clayton Golde defending the New Breed Championship against a rookie who has taken this entire industry by storm in a matter of months!

Deadprez: Anna Wautier is already making history just by being in this position! Her match against Michael Machina at Fighting Spirit is still being talked about and now she gets her shot at gold on the biggest stage this company has to offer!

Sienna Swann: And Clayton Golde absolutely hates that he has to share this spotlight.

(Clayton circles the ring slowly, playing to the crowd, milking every second of attention before finally settling into a stance across from Anna. She watches him calmly, completely unbothered by the theatrics.)

Gavin Kirkland: Seventy thousand people in this building tonight and Clayton Golde wants every single one of them looking at him before this match begins.

Deadprez: Anna isn’t interested in any of that, she’s locked in! They finally lock up in the center of the ring! Clayton immediately tries to overpower her with size, walking Anna backward toward the ropes! Anna plants her feet at the last second and shifts her weight, suddenly reversing into a side headlock!

Sienna Swann: Anna not budging an inch there! She’s not intimidated by Clayton or the stage she is on.

Gavin Kirkland: Clayton shoves her off into the ropes— Anna rebounds and ducks his clothesline attempt! She comes back around with a dropkick that catches him right in the chest!

Deadprez: CLAYTON GOLDE GOES DOWN! Anna Wautier just put the champion on the canvas in the opening seconds of this championship match! Clayton scrambles back to his feet!

(Clayton looks visibly rattled, glancing around at the cheering fan humiliated that he was taken down so easily. Anna doesn’t give him time to recover, charging forward!)

Sienna Swann: Clayton is more worried about his image than his opponent right now, not that I blame him but it certainly is not the time to be concerned with that.

Gavin Kirkland: Anna grabs the arm— AND LANDS THE ARMDRAG! Clayton gets thrown across the ring again! She’s not letting him reset for even a second!

Deadprez: Clayton finally gets up and this time he comes in with a stiff jab catching Anna off guard! Then follows up with another jab! He’s backing her into the corner now, finally finding his footing! Clayton unloads with a series of forearms before whipping Anna hard across the ring into the opposite corner! He charges in behind her— but Anna explodes forward at the last second with a spinning back elbow that catches him flush to the jaw!

Sienna Swann: Anna seeing it coming every single time! This rookie is not playing the role anybody expected her to play tonight! Especially not Clayton, you know he is going to struggle to contain her.

Gavin Kirkland: Clayton stumbles backward and Anna fires off a few hard chops to the chest before grabbing his arm and transitioning beautifully into a CROSS ARMBREAKER!

Deadprez: SHE’S GOT IT LOCKED IN! Clayton Golde in trouble less than two minutes into this championship match and this crowd is absolutely roaring right now! Clayton thrashes, trying desperately to reach the ropes! The referee checks in, watching closely as Clayton claws across the canvas inch by inch!

Sienna Swann: This is exactly the kind of performance Anna Wautier needed tonight. She needed to make a statement immediately, show the entire world she belongs in this position.

Gavin Kirkland: Clayton’s fingertips brush the bottom rope— Anna wrenches back even harder trying to cut him off before he gets there!

Deadprez: BUT HE MAKES IT! Clayton gets the rope and the referee forces the break! Anna releases immediately, rising to her feet, never taking her eyes off Clayton as he pulls himself up using the ropes! Clayton shakes out his arm, clearly shaken by how this match has started!

Sienna Swann: Champion or not, Clayton Golde has to be feeling the weight of this moment right now. There are a lot of people in this arena, and none of them are on his side. I didn’t know it was possible to have this many people hate you.

(Clayton steps toward the center of the ring, forcing a smirk back onto his face as if trying to convince the crowd or maybe himself nothing happened. He raises his arms, and the Rogers Centre answers with a deafening wave of boos.)

Gavin Kirkland: Clayton trying to save face here in front of this crowd but nobody in this building is buying what he’s selling tonight.

Deadprez: Clayton can project any image he wants on that podcast of his, but in this ring Anna Wautier is exposing him in front of all these people! Clayton steps forward— and fires off a stiff KNEE LIFT that catches Anna off guard! She staggers back and he follows with a hip toss that sends her crashing into the canvas!

Sienna Swann: Clayton finally getting something going after that embarrassing start, let’s hope that he can keep his head on straight and keep focused.

Gavin Kirkland: He drags Anna up by the hair, it looks like his strategy is just to muscle his way back into control! He whips her into the ropes and on the rebound catches her with a BIG BOOT that nearly takes her head off!

Deadprez: ANNA GOES DOWN HARD! CLAYTON IMMEDIATELY DROPS INTO THE COVER!

Referee: # ONE!

Referee: # TWO!!

Sienna Swann: Anna kicks out and Clayton is already up to his feet, and it looks like he is making sure the crowd knows exactly how he is feeling.

(Clayton flicks off the booing crowd as he paces around Anna as she pushes herself up, shaking off the big boot. He grabs her by the arm and whips her into the corner before charging in with a running splash that crushes her against the turnbuckles!)

Gavin Kirkland: Clayton finding his rhythm now! He pulls Anna out of the corner and drives her down with a snap suplex before rolling straight into a SECOND ONE!

Deadprez: He’s not letting up! Pulling her up for a THIRD TIME— but Anna fights out of it with hard shots to the ribs! Anna breaks free and fires a quick combination of strikes! ELBOW, ELBOW, then a ROUNDHOUSE KICK that catches Clayton across the side of the head! Clayton stumbles into the ropes and bounces forward! GETTING CAUGHT INTO A PACKAGE PIN BY ANNA!

Referee: # ONE!

Referee: # TWO!!

Gavin Kirkland: Clayton kicks out just in time! Clayton can not seem to find consistent offense in this match up but he is showing he can take punishment if that means anything at the moment. Now look, he manages to roll out of the ring to avoid more punishment from Anna.

Deadprez: This crowd loves it every single time Anna seems to humble Clayton! Clayton Golde is used to being hated and controversial but this Pain for Pride crowd is a step up from any arena he has been booed in.

(Clayton is visibly frustrated now, walking over to the timekeepers and grabbing a microphone. Seeing this, the crowd began to boo louder.)

Clayton Golde: (off mic) EVERYBODY SHUT THE HELL UP! You paid good money to see me, remember? You didn’t come to see that loser in the ring, you came to see ME! You’re going to shut up and treat me with some damn respect! I am the New Breed Champion and the BEST New Breed Champion of all time! Treat me like it!

(The crowd boos loudly as Clayton drops the microphone and goes to slide back into the ring— only for Anna to immediately charge at him with a BASEMENT DROPKICK to the face the moment he attempts to get in!)

Gavin Kirkland: ANNA WITH A DROPKICK TO THE MOUTH OF CLAYTON GOLDE! Clayton just ran his mouth at ringside, and immediately got popped in it!

Deadprez: Clayton stumbles back grabbing his mouth, and Anna is right there getting onto the apron! Springing off the second ropes with a MOONSAULT! LANDING ON TOP OF CLAYTON GOLDE CRASHING TO THE FLOOR!

Sienna Swann: He should have known better than to start talking instead of fighting. But what is common sense to some, is not common sense to others. Especially for someone as idiotic as Clayton.

(Anna rolls Clayton rolls back into the ring, jaw clenched, any pretense of charm completely gone now. He grabs the ropes to pull himself up and immediately eats a FOREARM from Anna who refuses to give him a second to reset!)

Gavin Kirkland: Anna not letting up at all! She knows exactly what’s at stake tonight and she is not interested in giving Clayton any breathing room!

Deadprez: Forearm after forearm backing him into the corner! Anna fires off a few elbow smashes before whipping him across to the opposite corner! Clayton hits the turnbuckles hard, and Anna charges in— but Clayton sidesteps TAKING THE TOP ROPE PADDING WITH HIM! Anna crashes into the corner with the exposed metal!

Sienna Swann: Clayton finally getting smart, I didn’t even know that was possible but I guess Clayton is full of surprises.

Gavin Kirkland: Clayton wastes no time, grabbing her by the hair and SLAMMING her face first into the exposed top turnbuckle before the referee notices anything is wrong! He isn’t letting up, doing it REPEATEDLY trying to break her nose in the process! The referee has to separate Clayton from the challenger, not before he half ass puts the lad back on to cover his tracks! What an asshole!

Deadprez: Anna staggers out, her nose bleeding from those shots to the face and Clayton quickly catches her with a FLAPJACK that sends her crashing down face first to the mat! Clayton stands over Anna, and he gets his smirking back! The crowd is not a fan of Clayton’s joyfulness, but of course Clayton doesn’t care! He drags her up and snaps off a TEARDROP SUPLEX that spikes her hard on the canvas!

Sienna Swann: Clayton finding his groove now, this is the version of him that has kept that championship around his waist for months now and the crowd absolutely hates to see it. I can barely hear myself from all this booing!

Gavin Kirkland: It is quite the heat wave in Toronto, which again Clayton is unphased by now that he is in control. He’s taking his time, making sure every single one of these people booing can take in his self proclaimed greatness! Clayton pulls Anna up again— then drives her down with a SPINEBUSTER! But he isn’t finished yet, transitioning into a series of rapid elbow drops to the chest of Anna!

Deadprez: ONE! TWO! THREE! He’s not stopping! Clayton Golde grinding Anna down little by little! If this continues, I don’t know if Anna will have anything left to fight back with! Clayton finally stops, and drags Anna toward the ropes! He drapes her throat over the middle rope and steps back, measuring his distance before charging forward!

Gavin Kirkland: “DECAPITATOR”! Right across that middle rope! Anna’s neck and throat just absorbed all of that impact! She rolls to the apron clutching her throat, and Clayton is not finished! He steps out to the floor and grabs Anna by the hair, dragging her up— before SLAMMING her face first into the ring apron!

Deadprez: APRON FACE SLAM! He’s been targeting the face and head of Anna all night, the most dangerous place to target on a person! Damage to the brain can change your life forever! Anna crumples to the floor, but Clayton quickly picks her back up and rolls her back into the ring and climbs in after her, dropping into a cover!

Referee: # ONE!

Referee: # TWO!!

Referee: # THREEEEEE—

Gavin Kirkland: Anna kicks out, but just barely it seems! That apron slam on the outside really seemed to take something out of her!

Deadprez: Clayton is talking to the referee, telling him to count faster, completely full of himself even with the championship still around his waist and the outcome still in his favor as of right now.

Sienna Swann: This is the Clayton we know, once he gets that window of opportunity he does not let go of it easily.

(Clayton stands and plants a boot on Anna’s chest, looking out at the booing crowd with both arms spread wide! He is fully embracing his role as the most hated man in the building tonight!)

Gavin Kirkland: Clayton steps off Anna’s chest and pulls her up by the arm, whipping her into the ropes. On the rebound he goes for another big boot— SHE DUCKED IT! Anna sees that one coming after getting caught by it earlier!

Deadprez: She rebounds off the far ropes and comes back with a LARIET that catches Clayton clean across the chest! He goes down hard! Anna doesn’t wait, immediately climbing to the second rope! She waits for Clayton to stir, trying to time her next move perfectly— leaping off with a DIVING CROSSBODY! Anna rolls through and quickly transitions, grabbing Clayton’s leg and dropping into a BOSTON CRAB right in the center of the ring!

Gavin Kirkland: BOSTON CRAB LOCKED IN! Clayton’s lower back has to be feeling every bit of this after the way he’s been throwing his body around tonight!

Deadprez: He’s clawing at the canvas, trying to find any kind of leverage, but Anna has him perfectly centered! There’s nowhere for him to go! Clayton is dragging himself inch by inch, the crowd is getting loud telling Clayton to tap!

Sienna Swann: He’s almost there! Anna tries to drag him back to the center but it’s too late Clayton grabs onto the bottom rope!

Gavin Kirkland: Referee calls for the break and Anna has to release his leg, rising to her feet with that same calm discipline she’s shown all night. Even though I know she wanted to get the submission victory right there. Clayton rolls to the apron, shaking out his back, clearly hurting now! He pulls himself up using the ropes just as Anna charges across the ring and connects with a KNEE STRIKE that sends him tumbling off the apron!

Deadprez: CLAYTON GOLDE IS OUT ON THE FLOOR! Anna Wautier is not letting him get away from her that easily, which has been the story of this match so far! Anna backs up, gets a running start, and launches herself through the ropes with a SUICIDE DIVE! Sending both competitors crashing into the barricade!

Gavin Kirkland: Both Anna and Clayton down on the outside now, and the referee is starting his count, knowing he has to keep this match moving!

Referee: ONE! TWO! THREE!

Deadprez: Anna stirring first, using the barricade to pull herself up. But Clayton is not far behind, slowly picking himself up right behind her! He’s moving much slower after everything he’s been put through this entire match! It seems it is finally catching up to him!

Referee: FOUR! FIVE!

(Anna grabs and rolls Clayton back into the ring before climbing up onto the apron herself. As Clayton struggles to his knees, Anna springs off the top rope with a diving crossbody that connects!)

Gavin Kirkland: ANOTHER CROSSBODY! ANNA HOOKS THE LEG THIS TIME! COULD WE SEE A NEW CHAMPION!

Referee: # ONE!

Referee: # TWO!!

Referee: # THREEEEEE—

Sienna Swann: Clayton kicks out, but that crowd thought that might have been it! This match has completely flipped from where it was just a few minutes ago.

Deadprez: Anna immediately pulls Clayton up and whips him into the ropes, looking for a follow up— but Clayton plants his feet at the last second and catches her with a desperate KNEE LIFT TO THE MIDSECTION that staggers her backward! But Anna fires back with a LARIET that staggers Clayton back as well!

(Clayton quickly backs into the ropes and bounces back! Anna ducks low, looking for a back body drop, but Clayton reads it at the last second and catches her with a kick straight to the face! Clayton has an opening, charging towards Anna— ONLY FOR HER TO DUCK UNDER THE CLOTHESLINE!)

Gavin Kirkland: THE REFEREE GOT CAUGHT IN THE CROSSFIRE! CLAYTON CLOTHESLINING THE REFEREE OUT OF THE RING! THERE IS OFFICIALLY NO OFFICIALS CONTROLLING THIS MATCHUP!

Deadprez: The referee took a nasty fall there, he is not moving at all and with nobody officiating this match you know exactly who’s ball park we are in now!

(Inside the ring, both Clayton and Anna seem to register the situation at almost the exact same moment. Their eyes meet across the canvas.)

Sienna Swann: No referee means no rules, and after everything these two have already thrown at each other tonight, you know they are going to do whatever means necessary to make sure that they are the one walking out with the Championship. That goes specially for Clayton Goode, who seems to thrive in situations like this. I’m just surprised he didn’t do it on purpose.

Gavin Kirkland: Clayton charges first, throwing a wild forearm that catches nothing but air as Anna ducks underneath it! She fires back immediately, a quick combination of strikes backing him toward the ropes! He absorbs the first two but blocks the third, grabbing her wrist!

Deadprez: Clayton trying to slow this down, grabbing the wrist! He whips her toward the ropes— BUT ANNA REVERSES IT! She’s sending him into the ropes instead! Clayton rebounds back across the ring, and Anna times it perfectly, catching him with a roundhouse kick that sends him stumbling towards the corner, holding the side of his head!

Gavin Kirkland: Anna right back on the offensive! She has sensed the moment here and she is not letting it slip away! Charging forward and HITTING A SHOTGUN DROPKICK INTO THE CHEST SENDING HIM CRASHING INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!

Deadprez: Clayton stumbles forward out of the corner, slowly dropping to the ground but still trying to keep himself up! He is shaking his head trying to clear the cobwebs, but Anna is measuring him from across the ring! The crowd chants are climbing with every passing second! They know Anna is looking to put the finishing touches on this match up! Clayton getting into his knees—

Sienna Swann: IT LOOKS LIKE SHE’S GOING FOR IT! “TRUENO DESTRODA”! THIS COULD BE THE MOMENT THAT WINS HER THE CHAMPIONSHIP—

(But at the very last moment, Clayton suddenly straightens his posture, his hand already darting toward the pockets of his wrestling!)

(# PSSSSSSSSSTTTTTT!!!)

Gavin Kirkland: WAIT! WAIT, WHAT IS THAT IN HIS HAND—

(The spray hits Anna directly across the face mid-stride! Her entire momentum falls flat as both hands instinctively fly to her eyes, and she lands drops down on the canvas, immediately writhing and screaming in pain as a deafening chorus of boos starts pouring down from every section of the Rogers Centre!)

Deadprez: HE SPRAYED HER! CLAYTON GOLDE JUST BLINDED ANNA WAUTIER WITH PEPPER SPRAY HE HAD HIDDEN IN HIS SHORTS!

Sienna Swann: What do you expect, if Clayton gets the opportunity to take a short cut he is going to take it. I would say this is unexpected, but this is exactly on brand for the type of person that he is!

(Anna staggers to her knees, completely blind, hands pressed hard against her face as tears stream down from the burning in her eyes. Clayton stands over her, glancing quickly toward the outside where the referee remains motionless on the floor, and more importantly still completely unaware of anything that has just happened.)

Gavin Kirkland: The referee is still down! No official has seen a single second of what just occurred in this ring!

Deadprez: And Clayton knows it better than anyone! Look at his face right now he is going to use every second of this lawlessness to win this match! Clayton rolls to the outside, reaching beneath the ring apron what could he possibly be looking for?

(After a moment of searching he pulls free a steel chair unlike anything typically seen in this ring, polished gold from end to end, sponsor logos and brand names stenciled meticulously across every visible surface.)

Sienna Swann: What in the HELL is that ugly thing? Can you please put that thing away, there are children present.

Gavin Kirkland: It’s a custom made chair and despite how ugly it might be, he is going to use it while the referee is still down! Clayton slides back through the ropes, gripping the chair with both hands as he turns to face Anna, who remains on her knees in the center of the ring, completely unable to see what is approaching her!

Deadprez: CLAYTON, DON’T DO THIS—

(# CRACK!)

(The chair connects with a sickening CRACK against the side of Anna’s skull. She collapses instantly, completely motionless, crumpling face first into the canvas in a heap. For a long, agonizing moment, the entire Rogers Centre falls into stunned silence. Every person froze in place, staring at the ring in collective disbelief. Even Clayton pauses, chair still gripped tightly in both hands, looking down at exactly what he has just done.)

Gavin Kirkland: …I genuinely do not know what to say right now. He might have killed Anna Wautier! I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS!

Deadprez: That was sick, and not in a good way. Just absolutely awful from Clayton.

Sienna Swann: Once again, don’t know what you expected from someone as dirty as him. But this might be a new low for even him, Anna skull is completely cracked open and bleeding on the mat!

(Clayton finally tossed the chair to the outside, staring down at Anna’s lifeless body as blood started to flow on the mat. As the referee outside the ring begins to slowly stir, Clayton quickly rolls out of the ring to go retrieve him.)

Clayton Golde: (off mic) Get up right now, I got a match to win!

Gavin Kirkland: Clayton getting the referee back into this ring! He wants this match counted! He wants this in the books!

Deadprez: Look at him! He is in absolutely no rush! He thinks this is already over and from the look of Anna in the ring it just might be. Clayton steps over Anna’s motionless body, taking his time with this moment. Absolutely disgusting just get the match over with!

Clayton Golde: (off mic) Alright, let’s take this home I got places to be then performing in this lame ass country—

(But suddenly Anna shoots upward, in one fluid motion she pulls him down and traps his arm and head between her legs!)

Deadprez: WAIT! ANNA WAUTIER IS ALIVE AND SHE HAS THE “STARRY NIGHT PRISON” LOCKED IN!

(Clayton’s eyes go wide with panic as he realizes the position he’s in, his face still beneath Anna’s leg as she cinches the triangle tight, blood still streaking across her own forehead! Clayton thrashes, trying desperately to find any kind of leverage. He plants a hand on the canvas, trying to push himself up, but Anna adjusts her hips, sinking the hold in even deeper!)

Sienna Swann: He’s trying to fight it! Look at his face! He knows exactly how much trouble he is in right now!

Gavin Kirkland: The referee is right there, watching closely! Clayton shaking his head, refusing to tap, still trying to find some way out of this submission!

(Clayton tries rolling his body, attempting to drag both of them toward the ropes! Anna rolls right with him, refusing to release even an inch of pressure, her grip absolute and unrelenting! The Rogers Centre thunders with noise, chanting Anna’s name as Clayton’s face begins changing color, his struggling grows weaker with every passing second! His free hand slaps at Anna’s leg once, before finally curling into a fist against the canvas!)

Deadprez: HE’S FADING! Clayton Golde is fading right before our eyes! Is he going to tap?! IS HE GOING TO TAP RIGHT HERE AT PAIN FOR PRIDE?!

(Clayton’s hand hovers above the mat for one final, agonizing moment, the entire arena holding its breath collectively…)

(…)

(…)

(…)

(Before he softly taps the side of her leg.)

(DING! DING! DING!)

Gina Romano: HERE IS YOUR WINNER AND NEEEEEEEEWWWWW NEW BREED CHAMPION…ANNA WAUTIER

(Anna releases the hold immediately, rolling away and collapsing onto her back, completely spent, blood still dried across the side of her face. The referee grabs her wrist and raises it high as the title belt is handed into the ring.)

Gavin Kirkland: ANNA WAUTIER HAS DONE IT! ANNA WAUTIER IS YOUR NEW BREED CHAMPION!

Deadprez: After getting blinded! After taking a chair shot that would have ended most people’s nights entirely! Anna Wautier found a way to survive and take this championship away from Clayton Golde on the biggest stage!

(Anna sits up slowly, accepting the championship belt with both hands, staring down at it as tears begin streaming down her face, mixing with the dried blood. The Rogers Centre cheers around her.)

Sienna Swann: …I don’t even know what to say. I’m just glad the New Breed Championship won’t be held by podcasters anytime soon, I hope.

(Anna clutches the championship to her chest, sobbing now, completely overwhelmed as the crowd noise continues to swell around her. The arena lights up with colorful pyro, marking the moment a new champion was born at Pain for Pride.)

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(The camera cuts to Bella Braxton in the ring.)

Bella Braxton: THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR… ONE FALL!!

Crowd: ONE FALL!!

(Razorface by Celldweller hits as the arena falls into darkness, white strobes flashing throughout the venue before David Gideon Smith slowly emerges onto the stage with his hood up. At the top of the ramp, DGS unsheathes the Black Blade, triggering a burst of white pyro and lasers before making his cold, deliberate walk to the ring. He ascends to the top rope, pulls back his hood, and scans the venue with an emotionless stare before stepping into the ring and removing his cloak.)

Bella Braxton: Introducing first! Hailing out of Omaha, Nebraska, weighing in at 245 pounds…HE IS THE SOVEREIGN…DAVID GIDEON SMITH!!

Flannery McCoy: DGS is dangerous enough on his own, but what makes him terrifying is how much he gets inside your head.

Stew-O: And tonight, Brian Daniels faces that in what could be the final match of his career.

Flannery McCoy: The scary part? DGS doesn’t want a weak Brian. He wants the very best version of him.

(Anticipation builds as DGS paces back and forth inside the ring, a faint grin forming on his face as “Dragonborn” by Jeremy Soule plays and Brian Daniels steps onto the stage to a thunderous ovation. Brian pauses for a moment, taking in the atmosphere before galloping down the ramp. Reaching the end of it, he stops once more to soak it all in before heading up the steps and posing on the top and middle rope with his arms spread wide.)

Bella Braxton: And his opponent! Hailing from Lake George, New York, weighing in at 195 pounds… BRIAN DANIELS!!!

Stew-O: Tonight isn’t just about winning or losing for Brian Daniels. This is about one final chance to show the world exactly who he is.

Flannery McCoy: Brian has spent years proving he can endure anything, and if this really is the end, you know he’s leaving every last piece of himself in that ring.

Jake Mercer: Yeah, but heart only gets you so far when you’re standing across from someone like DGS. Brian better have more than nostalgia tonight.

(The referee signals for the bell as both competitors stand in opposing corners.)

(DING! DING! DING!)

Stew-O: Win or lose, tonight marks the end of Brian Daniels’ career. It’s been a hell of a ride, so let’s end it with a bang… as both men step out of their corners and begin circling to start things off. There’s a collar and elbow tie-up— BUT GIDEON IMMEDIATELY THROWS HIM DOWN TO THE MAT! Brian Daniels pushes himself back up to one knee, staring at his opponent after being overpowered so early by pure strength.

David Gideon Smith: (off-mic) Get up. Bare your fangs, Brian… or prove me right.

Flannery McCoy: Classic DGS. Playing a few mind games early, but Daniels refuses to let it shake him. After getting back to his feet, DGS and Daniels circle once again for another collar and elbow tie-up… where DGS THROWS HIM RIGHT BACK DOWN TO THE MAT WITH A SLAM AFTER SOME JOCKEYING FOR POSITION!

(Daniels returns to one knee again, rubbing the back of his neck as he looks up at DGS.)

David Gideon Smith: (off-mic) Is this truly how your fire dies… whimpering in the ashes?

Stew-O: David’s continuing to taunt Brian, and I’ll say this: be careful what you wish for when you’re dealing with a formidable opponent like Daniels.

Jake Mercer: I don’t know, Stew. Look what happened the last time these two were in the ring together. Brian Daniels brought the fight to DGS, but still ended up getting trapped in his own submission hold. Maybe Daniels really is out of his league.

Stew-O: We’ll see about that… as these two circle for a third time and lock up in another collar and elbow tie-up. David looks to gain the upper hand again as he backs Daniels into the corner, but Brian turns it around and keeps him pinned there instead before the referee steps in to force the break. Both men separate, with Brian backing away from DGS just enough to let him step out of the corner— OR NOT! AS BRIAN SUDDENLY FIRES OFF A ROUNDHOUSE KICK THAT DAVID BARELY MANAGES TO AVOID!

(David glances around from the corner before—)

Flannery McCoy: OOH! DGS CHARGES RIGHT INTO DANIELS WITH A RUNNING FOREARM, BLASTING HIM DOWN TO THE MAT! HE FALLS RIGHT ON TOP OF HIM FROM ALL THAT MOMENTUM AND IMMEDIATELY STARTS THROWING DOWN HAMMERFISTS BEFORE TRANSITIONING INTO RIGHT HANDS AS DANIELS TRIES TO COVER UP, WITH DGS ALMOST IN A SIDE MOUNT!

Stew-O: UPPING THE AGGRESSION IS DGS, EVEN WINDING UP FOR A VICIOUS PENALTY KICK TO THE BACK OF DANIELS WHILE HE’S LYING ON HIS SIDE!

(The referee steps in front of DGS as he tries to go back for more, kneeling beside Daniels to check on him while DGS circles around Brian on the mat before eventually lifting him back up…)

Jake Mercer: KNIFE EDGE CHOP! That chop echoes throughout the arena and sends Brian stumbling into the corner… DGS is hot in pursuit, closing the distance between himself and Daniels for ANOTHER knife edge chop!

Stew-O: DGS is looking to awaken that fire within Brian Daniels, and he just might if this onslaught continues.

Jake Mercer: That… or extinguish completely.

Stew-O: Brian staggers out to another corner, attempting to get away from Smith and create some space. But David won’t allow him that privilege, closing the distance once more and winds back for a THIRD knife edge chop! Brian’s in a world of trouble here as David Irish whips him to the opposite corner—

Flannery McCoy: BUT DANIELS EVADES WHATEVER SMITH HAD PLANNED FOR HIM WITH A BACKFLIP OUT OF THE CORNER, LANDING ON HIS FEET AND CATCHING DGS AS HE TRIED TO COME AT HIM WITH A ROLL-THROUGH SINGLE LEG BOSTON CRAB! BOSTON CRAB APPLIED!

Stew-O: BUT SENSING THE DANGER HE’S IN, DGS QUICKLY DRAGS HIMSELF OVER TO THE ROPES! GRABBING HOLD OF THE BOTTOM AS THE REFEREE COUNTS ALONG!

Referee: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!

(Daniels releases the hold, standing up to face the referee as David rolls onto his back, favoring his knee while using the ropes to struggle back to his feet.)

Brian Daniels: (off-mic) I have until five. :mjgrin:

Jake Mercer: I mean… he is right. He does have until five.

Flannery McCoy: And he used every second of that count to inflict as much damage as possible on DGS! Daniels grabs hold of him and brings Smith to the center for a KNIFE EDGE CHOP! David staggers back before getting sent into the ropes with an Irish whip… BRIAN DANIELS DUCKS DOWN FOR A BACK BODY DROP, SHOWING HIS HAND EARLY—

Stew-O: BIG MISTAKE AS DGS AVOIDS IT WITH A PUNT KICK TO THE CHEST! BRIAN STUMBLES BACK INTO THE ROPES AND DGS CHARGES IN— BUT BRIAN LOW-BRIDGES THE TOP ROPE, SENDING HIM UP AND OVER TO RINGSIDE! DGS LANDS ON HIS FEET…

Jake Mercer: BUT BRIAN COMES FLYING THROUGH WITH A SUICIDE DIVE! :damn:

Jake Mercer: SUICIDE DIVE BY DANIELS AND BOTH MEN GET WIPED OUT, CRASHING HARD INTO THE BARRICADE! BUT NO WASTED MOTION FROM BRIAN AS HE ROLLS DAVID BACK INSIDE, CLIMBS TO THE TOP ROPE, AND LINES HIM UP… FOR A DIVING MISSILE DROPKICK!!

Stew-O: David rolls through into a seated position in the corner, trying to shake the cobwebs loose as Daniels lies on the mat… BEFORE KIPPING RIGHT BACK UP TO HIS FEET!

Flannery McCoy: BRIAN DANIELS IS FIRED UP, AND MAYBE THIS IS IT! MAYBE THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT DGS HAS BEEN TRYING TO BRING OUT OF HIM! HE’S GOT THAT LOOK IN HIS EYES— A LOOK OF PURE INTENSITY— AS HE MARCHES TO THE CORNER WHILE DGS PULLS HIMSELF UP IN THE OPPOSITE ONE! DANIELS CHARGES IN!

Stew-O: BUT DGS GETS THE BOOT UP! DGS GETS THE BOOT UP ON DANIELS, STUNNING HIM FOR A MOMENT BEFORE GRABBING HOLD OF HIM AND THROWING BRIAN OUT THROUGH THE MIDDLE ROPE! DANIELS HANGS ON, CATCHING HIMSELF ON BOTH KNEES AS HE STARTS PULLING HIMSELF UP WITH THE ROPES— BEFORE DGS CUTS HIM OFF!

Flannery McCoy: DGS PULLS BRIAN UP BY THE HEAD, KEEPING A GRIP ON THE BACK OF IT WHILE EYEING THAT RING POST… BEFORE DRIVING DANIELS FACE-FIRST RIGHT INTO IT!

(Daniels flies off the apron, writhing in pain while clutching at his head…)

(Blood begins pouring down from his forehead.)

(David slowly slides out under the bottom rope, never taking his eyes off Daniels at ringside as he stalks toward him with calculated precision.)

Jake Mercer: This isn’t good. Brian’s been busted open, and David has him exactly where he wants him.

(DGS pulls Brian up onto both knees…)

David Gideon Smith: (off-mic) Yes… bleed for me, Brian. Burn brighter.

(PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH!)

(With each punch, David’s fist becomes more stained with Brian Daniels’ blood.)

Stew-O: Just an absolutely unrelenting assault from David, targeting that open wound on Brian Daniels’ head! Brian drops to all fours and crawls a short distance before David drags him back up by the neck… AND THROWS HIM HARD INTO THE STEEL STEPS! BRIAN GOES SHOULDER AND HEAD FIRST INTO THE STEEL STEPS!

(David drops to both knees beside Brian as he lies against the steps, grabbing him by the head with both hands and pulling him up into a seated position against them.)

David Gideon Smith: (off-mic) Do you feel it, Brother? Beneath the pain… the fire waking up.

(BANG!)

David Gideon Smith: (off-mic) Good… let it consume you.

(BANG!)

David Gideon Smith: (off-mic) Show me the dragon.

(BANG!)

Flannery McCoy: Good God. The back of Brian’s head is being slammed into those steel steps over and over before David finally pulls him up and rolls him back into the ring. David slides in after him, standing over Daniels as Brian struggles onto all fours, desperately trying to claw his way up DGS’s body just to get back to his feet. But DGS does it for him instead, pulling him upright before winding back with a RIGHT HAND!

Stew-O: Daniels drops to a knee and crawls toward the ropes, clutching the middle rope when DGS closes in… pulling Brian back up for ANOTHER right hand! That drops Brian back to all fours and sends him crawling toward the corner, trying to create some distance from DGS, who refuses to give him even an inch! No time to recover for Brian Daniels as DGS is already on him, climbing to the middle rope… it’s time for more punches as this crowd counts along!

Crowd: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! …

Jake Mercer: Uh, I think DGS may have forgotten to throw one.

Flannery McCoy: OR MAYBE HE DIDN’T! INSTEAD CHOOSING TO BITE THE FOREHEAD OF BRIAN DANIELS BEFORE STEPPING OFF THE MIDDLE ROPE! :yikes:

(David grins with blood running from his mouth down into his beard as the referee reprimands him, while Brian slumps against the second turnbuckle…)

Stew-O: OH, AND A BIG BOOT! SENDING BRIAN DANIELS ALL THE WAY DOWN INTO A SEATED POSITION AS HE HAS NO IDEA WHERE HE EVEN IS RIGHT NOW!

Flannery McCoy: Daniels had a brief burst of offense earlier, but DGS completely shut that down, and it’s been all him ever since. DGS pulls Brian back up and brings him to the center of the ring for a RIGHT HAND! Brian staggers back… BEFORE A SHOOT KICK TO THE CHEST CATCHES DGS!

Jake Mercer: :gladbron: BRIAN MIGHT BE GETTING A SECOND WIND HERE, EVEN THOUGH HE CAN BARELY STAND FROM ALL THAT BLOOD LOSS! DAVID’S STUNNED FOR A MOMENT BEFORE FIRING BACK WITH A PUNCH RIGHT BETWEEN THE EYES! BRIAN STAGGERS— BUT FIRES BACK WITH ANOTHER SHOOT KICK TO THE CHEST!

Stew-O: DGS GETS ROCKED BACK A STEP, BUT RESPONDS WITH A RIGHT HAND! RIGHT HAND FROM DAVID— BUT A SHOOT KICK FROM DANIELS! DANIELS WITH A HARD KICK TO THE CHEST, FOLLOWED BY ANOTHER, AND ANOTH— NO! DGS BLOCKS IT WITH BOTH FOREARMS, SWATTING BRIAN DANIELS’ LEG DOWN AND TURNING HIM AROUND IN THE PROCESS!

Flannery McCoy: Brian favors that knee before David drives him into the corner and SLAMS HIM FACE-FIRST INTO IT! NOW IT’S DAVID UNLOADING WITH CHOP AFTER CHOP IN THE CORNER!!

(Daniels groggily slumps onto David’s shoulder, nearly out on his feet before David leans him back into the corner…)

Jake Mercer: AGAIN! CHOP AFTER CHOP AFTER CHOP IN THAT CORNER! DGS IS ABSOLUTELY RELENTLESS… BEFORE CRACKING BRIAN RIGHT BETWEEN THE EYES WITH A RIGHT HAND! Brian stumbles out of the corner, shaking his head in defiance as David approaches from behind— BEFORE BRIAN SPINS AROUND WITH A CHOP OF HIS OWN! BRIAN WITH A KNIFE EDGE CHOP THAT STOPS GIDEON IN HIS TRACKS!

Stew-O: AND BRIAN WINDS UP FOR ANOTHER!! …FOLLOWED BY A THIRD! DAVID IS FEELING EVERY BIT OF THOSE STRIKES AS DANIELS TRIES TO FIGHT HIS WAY BACK INTO THIS MATCH! NOW JACKING HIS OPPONENT’S JAW WITH A EUROPEAN UPPERCUT!

Flannery McCoy: BRIAN STAYS ON HIM WITH A SECOND EUROPEAN UPPERCUT, FOLLOWED BY A THIRD— OR AT LEAST HE TRIED TO! DGS SLIPS OUT AT THE LAST SECOND AND COUNTERS WITH A BACKSLIDE! DGS WITH THE BACKSLIDE COVER— BUT DANIELS ROLLS THROUGH TO A KNEE! BOTH MEN SCRAMBLE TO THEIR FEET… WITH DANIELS BEATING DAVID BY A SPLIT SECOND! CATCHING DGS AS HE LUNGES FORWARD WITH A FLYING ARMBAR!

Jake Mercer: DAVID KICKS HIS FEET AND REACHES FOR THE ROPES, BUT HE’S TOO FAR AWAY! BRIAN TRANSITIONS— BRIAN TRANSITIONS BY ROLLING DGS ONTO HIS STOMACH FOR THE FOURTH SEAL!! BRIAN’S GOING FOR THAT OMOPLATA CROSSFACE! :lupe:

Stew-O: HE ISN’T GOING FOR IT— HE’S GOT IT! BRIAN HAS THE FOURTH SEAL FULLY LOCKED IN! DAVID MIGHT BE FORCED TO TAP OUT HERE!

Flannery McCoy: WHAT WERE YOU SAYING EARLIER, JAKE?! NEVER COUNT OUT BRIAN DANIELS! AFTER ALL THE PUNISHMENT HE’S TAKEN TONIGHT, HE’S STILL GOT SOMETHING LEFT IN THE TANK!

Stew-O: BUT HOW MUCH DOES DAVID HAVE LEFT?! DOES DAVID HAVE ENOUGH IN THE TANK TO FIGHT HIS WAY OUT OF THIS?! THERE’S NOWHERE TO GO!

Jake Mercer: …ROPE BREAK!

Flannery McCoy: DAVID USES THAT LONG LEG OF HIS TO FORCE THE BREAK, GETTING HIS FOOT ON THE BOTTOM ROPE!

Stew-O: Daniels releases the hold and pulls himself back up to a vertical base… David struggles onto both knees, favoring that shoulder after being trapped in the submission, AND DANIELS BLASTS HIM IN THE CHEST WITH A SHOOT KICK! …DANIELS DRIVES ANOTHER ONE INTO HIM! HE GOES FOR A THIRD— BUT DAVID CATCHES THE BOOT!

Flannery McCoy: Uh-oh… David has the leg while rising back to his feet and throws it down before HOISTING DANIELS UP ONTO HIS SHOULDERS IN A FIREMAN’S CARRY! BUT BRIAN IS FIGHTING BACK! BRIAN IS FIRING ELBOW AFTER ELBOW INTO THE JAW OF SMITH! DAVID DROPS TO A KNEE AS DANIELS KEEPS DRIVING IN THOSE HAMMER-AND-ANVIL ELBOW STRIKES!

Jake Mercer: …BUT DAVID GRITS THROUGH THE PAIN, POWERING BACK TO HIS FEET AND MUSCLING DANIELS BACK UP ONTO HIS SHOULDERS ONCE AGAIN! :lupe:

Stew-O: BUT DANIELS! DANIELS KEEPS HAMMERING THOSE ELBOWS INTO THE JAW, FORCING DGS TO READJUST AND POP HIM UP INTO THE AIR! DANIELS LANDS ON HIS FEET, THOUGH HE SPINS AWAY FROM DGS— WHO IMMEDIATELY CAPITALIZES WITH A SNAP DRAGON SUPLEX, DROPPING DANIELS HIGH ONTO HIS HEAD AND NECK WITH THE ARCHDRAGON SUPLEX!!!

Flannery McCoy: DANIELS WRITHES AROUND ON THE MAT IN PAIN AS DGS LOOKS TOWARD THE CORNER WITH SOMETHING IN MIND, CLIMBING UP THERE WITH HIS BACK TURNED TO BRIAN— BUT DANIELS RECOVERS JUST IN TIME TO CROTCH DAVID ON THE TOP TURNBUCKLE!

Jake Mercer: Ouch! That’s gotta hurt… as Daniels climbs up there with David, hooking his feet on the middle rope FOR A SPIDER GERMAN SUPLEX! A BRUTAL LANDING FOR DGS AS HE CRASHES HARD ONTO HIS NECK AND SHOULDERS! David rolls toward the center of the ring as Brian hangs upside down for a moment before using his core strength to sit himself back up!

Stew-O: AND BRIAN IS FEEDING OFF THIS CROWD’S ENERGY, LETTING OUT A WAR CRY AS HE GETS FIRED UP! DANIELS IS ABSOLUTELY FIRED UP AS HE TURNS HIMSELF AROUND ON THAT TOP TURNBUCKLE WHILE DGS LIES FLAT IN THE CENTER OF THE RING… DANIELS PERCHES HIMSELF UP THERE, TAKING IN THE VIEW FOR WHAT COULD BE THE FINAL TIME BEFORE LEAPING OFF!

Flannery McCoy: DIVING HEADBU— NO! DGS MOVES OUT OF THE WAY! DANIELS ROLLS RIGHT INTO HIM AND DGS IMMEDIATELY LOCKS IN A CROSSFACE! DGS HAS DANIELS TRAPPED IN A CROSSFACE— DANIELS’ OWN SUBMISSION HOLD! LOOKING TO ADD INSULT TO INJURY IN BRIAN’S FINAL MATCH!

Jake Mercer: JUST IMAGINE! THE LAST MEMORY OF YOUR CAREER BEING TAPPING OUT TO YOUR OWN MOVE! I’M SURE DANIELS DOESN’T WANT THAT, BUT HE MIGHT NOT HAVE A CHOICE AS DGS CRANKS BACK ON THAT HOLD!

Stew-O: THE SAME MOVE HE HAD DANIELS LOCKED IN ON THE GO-HOME SHOW! WE NEEDED OFFICIALS OUT THERE TO PRY HIM OFF!

Flannery McCoy: BUT THERE ARE NO EXTRA REFEREES TONIGHT, AND IT LOOKS LIKE DANIELS IS ABOUT TO TAP AS HE RAISES HIS HAND!

Stew-O: …NO! DANIELS DIGS DOWN DEEP AND DRAGS HIMSELF TOWARD THE ROPES INSTEAD! HE’S DRAGGING BOTH HIMSELF AND NEARLY 250 POUNDS WITH HIM!

Jake Mercer: …BUT HE MAKES IT! BRIAN DANIELS MAKES IT TO THE ROPES, GETTING HIS FOOT ON THE BOTTOM ROPE!

Referee: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FI—

Flannery McCoy: David took a page right out of Brian’s book there, hanging on until the very last second! Now he pulls Daniels up, looking for an Alabama Slam— BUT DANIELS SLITHERS DOWN THE BACK INTO A SUNSET FLIP, STACKING DGS UP ON THE MAT!

ONNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

TWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

Stew-O: DGS COUNTERS, FLIPPING DANIELS OVER INTO A SUNSET FLIP COVER OF HIS OWN!

ONNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

TWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

Stew-O: KICKOUT! BOTH MEN ROLL THROUGH AND SCRAMBLE BACK TO THEIR FEET AS DANIELS CHARGES RIGHT AT SMITH, DUCKING UNDER A CLOTHESLINE ATTEMPT! BRIAN SPRINTS TO THE CORNER AND SPRINGS BACK OFF FOR A VALAR MORGHULIS!!

Jake Mercer: THE KNEE— NO! DGS POPS HIM UP INTO THE AIR TO AVOID IT! BUT BRIAN COUNTERS IN MID-AIR WITH A HURRICANRANA!

Flannery McCoy: DGS ROLLS RIGHT THROUGH TO HIS FEET AND CATCHES BRIAN WITH A MASSIVE BIG BOOT! BUT BRIAN DOESN’T GO DOWN!

Brian Daniels: AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!

Stew-O: BRIAN GRITS THROUGH THE PAIN, LETTING OUT A WAR CRY AS HE FIRES BACK WITH A ROUNDHOUSE KICK TO THE TEMPLE! DGS STAGGERS, BARELY ABLE TO KEEP HIS FEET UNDER HIM AS BRIAN DANIELS SPINS AROUND FOR THE FINISHING BLOW! CAUSTIC ECHO— EDGE LOGIC I!! BRIAN MAY HAVE CONNECTED WITH THE ROUNDHOUSE, BUT SO DID GIDEON SMITH! BOTH MEN LANDING KICKS TO THE HEAD AT THE EXACT SAME TIME!

Jake Mercer: AND BOTH MEN COLLAPSE TO THE MAT, POSSIBLY OUT COLD! BUT WHOEVER GETS BACK TO THEIR FEET FIRST IS GOING TO HAVE A MASSIVE ADVANTAGE OVER THE OTHER!

Flannery McCoy: Both DGS and Brian Daniels are starting to come to, but it’s clear both still have that glazed over look in their eyes. DGS rolls himself into the opposite corner from Brian as Daniels scoots back into his own corner. Both men keep their eyes locked on each other as they slowly pull themselves back up to their feet.

David Gideon Smith: (off-mic, bloodied grin) There you are… I knew you still lived, Brother.

Brian Daniels: (off-mic, breathing hard) You wanted the dragon? …Then quit talking and come get burned.

Stew-O: BOTH MEN SHOOT OUT OF THEIR RESPECTIVE CORNERS AND— BRIAN GETS TURNED INSIDE OUT WITH THE BLACK BLADE!! DGS IMMEDIATELY GRABS BRIAN BY THE HAIR, YANKING HIM BACK UP TO HIS FEET BEFORE WINDING UP FOR A BURNING “BLACK BLADE!” A SECOND ONE CONNECTS! THE COVER IS MADE!

ONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

TWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

THHHHHHHRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEE—

Jake Mercer: SHOULDER UP! BRIAN GETS THE SHOULDER UP WITH WHATEVER LITTLE HE HAS LEFT IN THE TANK!

(DGS grabs Brian by the hair and beard with both hands, dragging him back up to his feet as Brian can barely remain standing.)

David Gideon Smith: (off-mic) Yes… that’s it. Burn until there’s nothing left.

(SLAP!)

Stew-O: OH, BRIAN WITH A SLAP! ONE FINAL ACT OF DEFIANCE— BEFORE DGS SNATCHES HIM UP INTO THE TIME’S ARROW! DGS HAS THAT GUILLOTINE CHOKE LOCKED IN, LOOKING TO SQUEEZE THE LIFE RIGHT OUT OF DANIELS!

Flannery McCoy: BRIAN REACHES FOR THE ROPES, BUT DGS DRAGS HIM DOWN TO THE MAT, WRAPPING BOTH LEGS AROUND HIS BODY LIKE A BOA CONSTRICTOR WHILE KEEPING THAT GUILLOTINE CINCHED IN! THE TIME’S ARROW MIGHT JUST SEAL THE DEAL HERE!

(The camera focuses on Brian’s bloodied face trapped in the guillotine, desperately reaching for the ropes with everything he has… his hand slowly beginning to weaken… before it finally drops as his body goes limp.)

(DING! DING! DING!)

Stephie Love: HERE IS YOUR WINNER… DAVID GIDEON SMITH!!

(The crowd sits in stunned silence as Razorface by Celldweller hits. DGS slowly releases the hold on Brian’s lifeless body before rising to his feet, and the referee raises his hand in victory as the reality of Brian Daniels’ retirement begins to sink in.)

Stew-O: Brian Daniels went out the only way he ever could, fighting until his body simply could not fight anymore. There was no tap, no surrender, no quit, just a legend being forced into unconsciousness in his final match.

Flannery McCoy: David Gideon Smith wanted to bring that fire out of Brian Daniels, and he did. But in the end, even that fire was not enough to survive The Sovereign.

Jake Mercer: And now Brian Daniels’ career is over. What a brutal, haunting way for it to end.

(DGS looks down at Brian’s body for a moment before quietly leaving the ring to him as Brian slowly begins to come to, eventually sitting up in the center of the ring.)

Crowd: THANK YOU, DANIELS! THANK YOU, DANIELS! THANK YOU, DANIELS!

(Brian slowly rises to his feet, wiping away the blood as he looks around, truly taking in the reaction from the crowd. The entire Rogers Centre in Toronto stands united in thanking him. Brian can only show his gratitude back to them before finally leaving the ring and making his way up the ramp, high-fiving fans along the way.)

Stew-O: Listen to this crowd. They’ve gone from stunned silence to giving Brian Daniels the farewell he deserves, circling around this ring with nothing but respect for everything he gave to EAW.

Flannery McCoy: After all the wars, all the championships, all the moments that made him a legend… there’s only one thing left to say. Thank you, Daniels.

(Brian turns around at the top of the stage, blowing a kiss out to the fans one last time before turning and walking to the back as the camera slowly fades elsewhere.)

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(The camera returns to the ring.)

Bella Braxton: THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE-FALL!!!

Crowd: ONE-FALL!

Bella Braxton: AND IT IS FOR THE KING OF ELITE CROWN!!!

(‘Many Men’ by 50 Cent begins to play throughout the arena. A lone spotlight comes down on the stage as the lights go dark. Chris Elite stands in the middle of it. He looks down at the floor, deep in thought before finally looking up towards the ring…where he knows his heart and soul belong.)

Bella Braxton: INTRODUCING FIRST…FROM BROOKLYN, NEW YORK…WEIGHNING IN TONIGHT At 210 POUNDS…HE IS “GAWD GIVEN GREATNESS”…CHHHHRRRIIIIISSSSSS ELIIIITTTTTTTEEEEE!

(The spotlight follows him as he descends down the ramp. He tunes it all out. Critics, haters…non-believers. There is nothing but him and his opponent in this arena tonight. He’s more focused than he’s even been as he enters.)

Rich Russillo: Chris Elite looks like a man possessed tonight! And folks, I wouldn’t expect anything less from Gawd Given Greatness! He has the opportunity that so few get as the King of Elite title is on the line! I mean, Chris Elite could walk out of Pain for Pride tonight with one of the most coveted claims in the entire sport!

Thadd Blazevich: Bro has had plenty of Pain for Pride moments in the past! He knows this stage like the back of his hand! But tonight of all nights, he is hungry. He is looking to get that crown and eventually a world championship match! Is he prepared to do whatever it takes to win here?

(The camera moves towards the streets of Toronto. It zooms in on a highway, where a motorcycle seems to be on the move. As it zooms in, it shows Cody Maverick driving down the road heading towards the arena. There’s a smirk on his face as he feels the Toronto air meet him. It fades out as he reaches the Rogers Center.)

(‘Kostas’ by Westside Gunn, Conway the Machine & Benny the Butcher blasts throughout the arena as he drives onto the stage, revving the engine. There’s a wide smile from him, full of confidence as the EAW Universe greets him with an explosion of cheers.)

Bella Braxton: AND HIS OPPONENT…FROM LAS VEGAS, NEVADA…WEIGHING IN AT 235 POUNDS…HE IS THE KING OF ELITE AND THE SIN CITY SUPERSTAR…COOOOODDDYYYYY MMAAAVVVERRRIICKKKKKK!

Persephone: Wow…that’s certainly an interesting way to show up.

Rich Russillo: WHAT AN ENTRACE FROM CODY MAVERICK! The King of Elite is looking as confident as ever as he puts his crown on the line here tonight! What a year for Maverick! So many big matches, so many big moments and it has all led to this! Can he keep his spot on the throne?

Thadd Blazevich: Bro has been through hell just to get there Rich! You better believe that it is not going to be easy to remove him from that spot that he fought so hard for! These two are going to tear each other apart!

(He drives down to the ring and Chris Elite never takes his eyes off of him. He stops just short of it before heading inside. He talks trash as he gets right in the face of his opponent. Elite returns the insults before the referee finally separates the two. He then calls for the bell.)

(DING! DING! DING!)

Rich Russillo: The bell has rung ladies and gentlemen meaning that this high-stakes match is underway! Chris Elite and Cody Maverick are studying one another, carefully thinking about their opening strategies here! You have to think these two are going to be very tactical tonight with the King of Elite crown on the line!

Thadd Blazevich: The two meet in the middle of the ring and begin to lock-up here! And it’s the King himself who has the strength advantage here bro managing to drive Elite towards the corner! Elite though is able to break free of the grapple and slips behind his opponent instead! And there’s the headlock! A lot of pressure is being applied to Maverick’s head! Maverick pushes back and they get back towards the center of the ring…AND MAVERICK MANAGES THE IRISH WHIP!

Persephone: He looks for the clothesline as Elite comes running back towards him! Elite though isn’t eager to be taken down just yet! He ducks underneath it and then immediately looks to punish his opponent with that Head Shot Pele Kick!

Rich Russillo: Cody Maverick keeps his head on a swivel here, barely able to avoid getting his melon knock off there! Before Elite can find his balance again, Maverick lifts him up! HE LOOKS FOR THE BACK SUPLEX!

Thadd Blazevich: But Chris Elite shows off that athleticism as he rolls backwards off his opponent’s shoulders and lands on his feet! Maverick turns around…AND IS MET BY THAT BACKHAND! BOZO SILENCER BRO! That seems to stun him for a moment here and Elite tries to follow that up with the discus lariat…BUT HE’S MET WITH ROLLING ELBOW RIGHT AS HE TURNS AROUND DUDE!

Persephone: That massive shot by Maverick sends Elite stumbling back towards the ropes! Maverick tries to capitalize on it, looking for another clothesline here! BUT ELITE AVOIDS IT AND MAVERICK GOES RIGHT OVER THAT TOP ROPE!

Rich Russillo: But he doesn’t find himself on the floor just yet! Maverick catches himself on the apron! Elite tries to knock him down with a punch…BUT MAVERICK CATCHES IT! HE FIRES BACK WITH ONE OF HIS OWN…AND THEN DIVES OVER THAT TOP ROPE WITH THE SLINGSHOT SHOULDER BLOCK! He makes a perfect connection there, knocking Elite right off balance!

Thadd Blazevich: Cody Maverick takes a second to bask in the cheers from the EAW Universe before getting back to business! Elite is trying to scramble back to his feet here…BUT MAVERICK SCOOPS HIM UP FOR A FISHERMAN’S BUSTER BRO! But my dude Elite begins delivering blow after blow to his opponent’s ribs, trying to get him to drop him back down to his feet! AND HE DOES!

Persephone: And there is zero wasted time from Elite here! HE GETS HIS OPPONENT WITH THAT BRUTAL UPPERCUT! SNOOZE! It’s enough to make Maverick see stars! Before he gathers his wits, Elite grabs him and places him between his legs! HE THEN HOISTS HIM UP INTO THE AIR! LOOKS LIKE WE’RE GOING TO SEE A POWERBOMB HERE!

Rich Russillo: BUT MAVERICK IS ABLE TO GRAB ONTO THE TOP ROPE! He holds onto dear life, refusing to let his opponent drop him in the middle of the ring! Elite has to change strategies here! HE DROPS HIS OPPONENT STRAIGHT DOWN INSTEAD…RIGHT INTO A SECOND SNOOZE! It catches Maverick right on the chin! And Elite now builds up some speed, running the ropes and then…

Thadd Blazevich: …HE GETS HIM WITH THAT ALMIGHTY PUSH BRO! With that pounce right there, Cody Maverick is knocked straight through the ropes and out onto the ringside floor! He wasn’t able to catch himself this time! Dudes, it seems like we’re about to witness a fight out here instead!

Persephone: Chris Elite is looking at the Pain for Pride sign. I hope he’s realizing that he can’t afford to be as awful as usual tonight.

Rich Russillo: I think that message is loud and clear! He heads to the other side of the ring and begins sizing his target! HE GETS A RUNNING START BEFORE GAWD GIVEN GREATNESS FLIES THROUGH THE ROPES WITH THE SUICIDE DIVE! He crashes right into Maverick and smashes him straight into the barricade here! That’s going to do a number on the lower back!

Thadd Blazevich: The referee begins his count and Elite knows that he needs to bring this action back inside! He rolls Maverick into the ring and joins him there! He hooks the leg for the first cover of the match!

OOOOONNNNNNEEEEE!!!!

TTTTTTWWWWW-

Persephone: But The King of Elite is easily able to get that shoulder up before a two-count. Unfortunately, I expect this match to drag on and on because neither of these guys know when to give up.

Rich Russillo: Chris Elite knows that getting this crown was never going to be that simple! He restarts the offense now by bringing Maverick up onto his shoulders into the fireman’s carry position! But Maverick begins laying elbows into the side of his head, striking Elite over and over again! He then slides off those shoulders and behind his opponent…AND LIFTING HIM UP WITH THE WHEELBARROW GERMAN SUPLEX!

Thadd Blazevich: And that’s a harsh landing there bro by Elite! His upper back collides against the mat with serious force! It seems like he’s gotten the wind knocked out of him as he slowly rises back to his feet! Cody Maverick was lying in wait though! JAB! JAB! JAB! He gets him with three in a row…AND THEN TAKES HIS HEAD OFF WITH THE DISCUS LARIAT! And now here comes the pinfall attempt!

OOOOOOONNNNNNEEEEEEE!

TTTTTWWWWWWWW-

Persephone: And what a shocker…Chris Elite kicked out of it. Maverick doesn’t seem at all that dismayed…in fact he gets right up and starts stirring up the crowd. I don’t know why.

Rich Russillo: Because there’s no feeling quite like it! The thousands of fans in attendance here for Pain for Pride are cheering on the Sin City Superstar! It is electric here in Toronto! Cody Maverick brings Elite back to a vertical base! With a smirk on his face he lets loose a knife-edge chop that sounds like a gunshot! AND ELITE IMMEDIATELY FIRES ONE BACK, LETTING MAVERICK KNOW THAT HE’S WIDE AWAKE TONIGHT!

Thadd Blazevich: And Maverick returns the exchange with a forearm smash…AND THEN ELITE LOOKS FOR THE SNOOZE BUT MAVERICK AVOIDS IT THIS TIME! He then begins laying into his opponent with some body punches, showcasing off those Golden Glove skills here dude! HE THEN PULLS HIM IN FOR THE EXPLODER SUPLEX!

Persephone: But he’s greeted with an elbow in the side of the head! Elite then shoves him away, trying to create some distance between him and his opponent! Maverick tries to close that gap immediately…BUT GET’S GREETED WITH A BITCH MAKER! HE JUST SLAPPED CODY IN THE FACE, AND NOW HE HOOKS THE ARMS FOR THAT BACKSLIDE DRIVER!

Rich Russillo: But Cody tears his arms away, preventing himself from being spiked on the back of the head! Cody Maverick tries to capitalize on that quickly with the leaping neckbreaker but Elite manages to turn and push Cody off of him! Maverick rises up…ONLY TO BE CUT DOWN BY ELITE’S OWN DISCUS LARIAT! He put a lot of oomph into that one, practically turning his opponent inside out!

Thadd Blazevich: Chris Elite thinks about what comes next here…and his eyes wander towards that top rope! Dude is now making his ascent here, refusing to take eyes off his opponent as he does! And now he’s lining up his shot, knowing that he needs to take some high risk here if he wants that crown! AND HIS DESCENT COMES IN THE FORM OF A FROG SPLASH!

Persephone: CODY MAVERICK ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY! He’s barely able to escape being crushed here and Elite makes impact with the mat instead! Maverick gets back up onto his feet in an instant! HE THEN SCOOPS CHRIS ELITE UP ONTO HIS SHOULDERS! AND HERE COMES THE ROLLING FIREMAN’S CARRY SLAM!

Rich Russillo: BUT ELITE SLIPS OFF HIS SHOULDERS AT THE LAST SECOND! HE THEN SHOVES MAVERICK FULL FORCE RIGHT AGAINST THE TURNBUCKLES! It’s an awful collision for The King of Elite and he slumps down seated against the bottom turnbuckle! Chris Elite now sees an opportunity, lining up his shot here! AND THEN HE RUSHES FORWARD TO GREET MAVERICK’S FACE WITH THE DOUBLE KNEES! HAWK ‘EM!

Thadd Blazevich: That might have been the knockout blow right there dude! Elite grabs the leg of Maverick, dragging him towards the center of the ring before looking for the cover!

OOOOOOOONNNNNEEEEEEE!!!

TTTTTTWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

Persephone: BUT HE MANAGES TO KICK OUT! Cody Maverick isn’t ceding that crown quite yet! Seems like Elite hasn’t quite dug down deep enough yet, has he?

Rich Russillo: We all know what Chris Elite has inside him! There is a reason he is called Gawd Given Greatness for a reason! I know that we are going to see that on display here tonight! Elite stands back up and he takes his opponent with him! HE GETS HIM IN THE HAMMERLOCK…AND THEN RIGHT INTO POSITION FOR THE DDT! HERE COMES FACE VALUE!

Thadd Blazevich: But Cody Maverick doesn’t seem to love that idea! He manages to twist out of it! HE THEN SCOOPS HIM UP AND PUTS HIM RIGHT DOWN WITH THE SCOOP SLAM! With a dangerous look in his eyes, Maverick drags Elite over to the corner bro! HE DRAPES HIS LEGS OVER THE TOP ROPE! MONEY MAKER!

Persephone: But somehow Elite is able to drop down and land on his feet! HE THEN LIFTS HIS OPPONENT UP AND TRIES TO THROW HIM INTO THE OPPOSITE SET OF TURNBUCKLES WITH 44. BULLDOG!

Rich Russillo: BUT CODY IS ABLE TO SLIP OUT OF CHRIS’ ARMS JUST IN TIME! HE DRAGS CHRIS BACKWARDS, AND TAKES HIM DOWN WITH THE RUSSIAN LEGSWEEP!

(Cody Maverick rolls back to his feet and looks out at the EAW Universe. The cheers begin to rise as they seem to know exactly what’s coming next.)

Crowd: CO-DY MAVERICK!

Rich Russillo: AND THERE IT IS! THE ENTIRE EAW UNIVERSE IS WITH HIM WHEN HE DROPS THAT JUMPING ELBOW DROP! He catches Elite square in the chest! And here it comes, another cover! Is this it?

OOOOOOONNNNNNNEEEEEEEE!!!!!

TTTTTTTWWWWWOOOOOOOO!!!!

Thadd Blazevich: NO BRO! Chris Elite is able to get that shoulder up right at the two! That was a gnarly combination there but he stays in this! Cody Maverick knows the situation that he’s in right now…it’s time to pull out the big guns! He drags his opponent back up to his feet…AND THEN SENDS HIM INTO THE ROPES WITH AN IRISH WHIP! OFF THE REBOUND HE LOOKS FOR THE DEEP END BRO!

Persephone: Doesn’t seem like Elite is swimming there yet! Instead of taking the spinebuster, he leaps up and tries to counter with the jumping DDT instead! But Maverick throws him forward instead, avoiding getting his head caved in there! Elite lands on his feet…AND MAVERICK TRIES TO CUT HIM DOWN WITH THE ROLLING ELBOW!

Rich Russillo: BUT CHRIS ELBOW CATCHES THE ELBOW AND THEN SPINS HIM AROUND! HE THEN GETS HIM IN POSITION FOR THE ROSES…BUT MAVERICK MANAGES TO ESCAPE AND HE SHOVES ELITE RIGHT INTO THE ROPES!

Thadd Blazevich: BUT CHRIS ELITE LEAPS UP ONTO THE MIDDLE ROPE…AND THEN COMES BACK WITH A SPRINGBOARD SNOOZE! The uppercut caught his opponent square in the jaw and with the help of those ropes, the impact was nearly doubled! That was a masterful counter from Elite there, one that Maverick just couldn’t counter! Bro stands back up now and looks out at the crowd! WITH A ROAR HE DELIVERS THE PEOPLE’S MOONSAULT!

Persephone: A perfect standing moonsault there but that only seems to be the beginning for Chris Elite! He drags his opponent up to a vertical base…AND GETS THE BOZO SILENCER ONCE AGAIN…FOLLOWED UP THAT .44 BULLDOG AND MAVERICK’S SKULL BOUNCES RIGHT OFF THE TURNBUCKLE!

Rich Russillo: And that may be it right there…but Elite knows that it isn’t enough yet! He wants to finish off Maverick right now while he seems to be down! He manages to get Cody Maverick up and onto his shoulders! And look at that determination in his eyes right here! HE’S ABOUT TO SEIZE THE THRONE! HERE COMES HOURS IN SILENCE!

Thadd Blazevich: BUT THE REVERSE GTS DOESN’T FIND THE TARGET BRO! CODY MAVERICK LANDS ON HIS FEET AND BLOCKS THE KNEE! He then leaps up and catches his center mass with the dropkick! Elite stumbles back and catches himself on the turnbuckles! BUT HE’S MET THERE WITH A CLOTHESLINE THAT SANDWICHES HIM INTO THE CORNER!

Persephone: And now it looks like he’s lifting Elite up onto the top rope! AND HE GETS HIM WITH A MASSIVE RIGHT HOOK RIGHT TO THE JAW! I think he might have just loosened a lot of teeth with that one. Maverick now leaps up in a single bound all the way to the top rope! HERE COMES THE AVALANCHE BELLY TO BELLY!

Rich Russillo: BUT NO! CHRIS ELITE HAS JUST ENOUGH IN HIM TO SHOVE MAVERICK OFF THE TOP! Maverick makes an awkward impact with the mat below! It looks like he might just be down here…AND HE’S GOING TO STAY DOWN! THERE IT IS! AIMIN FOR THE MOON!

Thadd Blazevich: AND IT HITS BRO! IT HITS! ELITE CRASHES DOWN ON MAVERICK WITH THAT SWANTON 450 SPLASH! HE HOOKS THE LEG AND WE HAVE A NEW KING OF ELITE!

OOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNEEEEEE!!!!!

TTTTTWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!

TTTTTTTTHHHHHHRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

Persephone: NO! CODY MAVERICK KICKS OUT OF IT! HOW??? WHAT THE HELL?

Rich Russillo: You can see the shock on the faces of everyone in this arena! That was one of the dangerous moves in the arsenal of Chris Elite and it didn’t get the job done! This is exactly the heart…the determination…the grit of Cody Maverick that put a crown on his head in the first place! You have to wonder if there is anything that can put him down here tonight!

Thadd Blazevich: And you can see this shift in Chris Elite now dudes! He looks like a man possessed and he needs to be! He needs to be an irresistible force to destroy an immovable object! Elite watches like a hawk as his opponent slowly rises back to a seated position…he looks like he’s on the hunt now! AND HE LOOKS TO FINISH OFF HIS PREY WITH THE V TRIGGER! OPEN YA MATA BRO!

Persephone: BUT MAVERICK MANAGES TO DODGE TO THE SIDE! He almost had his whole head knocked off there! He manages to get back to the ropes and pull himself up to his feet! Elite comes charging right at him, not willing to give an inch here…BUT MAVERICK SENDS HIM UP AND OVER THE ROPES!

Rich Russillo: But Elite manages to land on the apron instead of the floor! He swings at Maverick…ONLY TO GET CAUGHT BY ANOTHER BIG PUNCH! Maverick joins his opponent on the apron now, grabbing his head and getting him with another punch! AND ANOTHER! MAVERICK IS JUST BRUTALIZING HIM WITH MORE AND MORE PUNCHES TO THE HEAD, REFUSING TO LET ELITE FALL!

(Cody Maverick pulls back Elite’s head and notices the blood that is covering it now. Crimson drips from Chris Elite’s mouth.)

Thadd Blazevich: And it looks like blood has finally been shed here dudes! We knew that these two elitists would exhaust every drop of sweat, tears and blood to win this match! MAVERICK STOPS PUNCHING AND LIFTS HIS OPPONENT UP ONTO HIS SHOULDERS AGAIN! HE LOOKS OUT AT THE EAW UNIVERSE…

(CRUNCH!)

Rich Russillo: AND HE DRIVES HIS OPPONENT SPINE FIRST INTO THE APRON WITH THE ROLLING FIREMAN’S CARRY SLAM! Cody Maverick might have just broken the spine of Chris Elite! I mean, I don’t know if he’s going to walk out of this arena tonight after that one…let alone stand back up in this match!

Persephone: Well, you have to do what you have to do. Cody Maverick now lifts Elite back up and rolls him back inside the ring! He stares down his opponent…before lifting him up onto his feet! Maverick stares into the eyes of Chris Elite…WHO SPITS BLOOD DIRECTLY IN HIS FACE!

Thadd Blazevich: CHRIS ELITE SMIRKS FOR A MOMENT BEFORE TAKING A BOOT TO THE STOMACH! AND THEN GETS CUT DOWN BY THE SIN CITY STUNNER! HIS HEAD SNAPS BACK AS HIS JAW IS CRUSHED INTO THE SHOULDER OF MAVERICK! GAME! SET! MATCH! CODY MAVERICK LOOKS FOR THE PIN!

OOOOOONNNNNNEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!

TTTTTTTTTTTWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!

TTTHHRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

Rich Russillo: WHAT? OH MY GOD! CHRIS ELITE JUST KICKED OUT OF IT! THE SIN CITY STUNNER DIDN’T STOP HIM! Cody Maverick can’t believe it! HE that he just put this one away! He thought that the crown was secure upon his head! But it seems like Chris Elite has other plans!

Persephone: Cody Maverick looks out at the crowd and nods his head! He is going to keep going here! He focuses back on Elite, dragging him to feet…AND THEN GETTING WITH ANOTHER KNIFE-EDGE CHOP! He then folds him in before lifting him up for the powerbomb!

Thadd Blazevich: AND BRO GETS IT! ELITE IS SPIKED INTO THE MAT AND I DON’T KNOW HOW MUCH MORE HE CAN TAKE! Cody Maverick immediately tries to follow that up with the knee to the jaw! BUT CHRIS ELITE IS ABLE TO DODGE IT! HE SPRINGS BACK TO HIS FEET BRO…AND THEN GETS MAVERICK WITH THE HEAD SHOT!

Rich Russillo: That pele kick looked lethal! That might have turned the tide here! Chris Elite staggers back to his feet…AND LIFTS UP HIS OPPONENT FOR THE NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX! He gets both of his shoulders on the ground but instead of going for the pinfall, Elite deadlifts him back up to his feet! HE THEN TAKES HIM DOWN WITH THE VERTICAL SUPLEX!

Persephone: Damn, he still has that sort of strength left in him?

Thadd Blazevich: When that adrenaline gets pumping bro, people can do some crazy things! Chris Elite is exhausted at this point in the bout, but he’s ready for another assault! He watches Cody Maverick slowly rise back to a vertical base…BEFORE HE DARTS FORWARD…OPP SPOTTER!

Rich Russillo: BUT MAVERICK COUNTERS IT! HE CATCHES HIM AND THROWS HIM DOWN WITH A VERTICAL SUPLEX! But he doesn’t release his opponent, instead rolling back up to his feet still holding onto Elite! Maverick hoists his opponent up once more, dropping him straight onto the ropes…THEN GETS THAT SLINGSHOT SUPLEX! A beautiful combination there and a showcase of Maverick’s power!

Persephone: Even after that impact, it seems like he’s going to keep pushing down the gas! He watches as his opponent rolls towards the middle of the ring…AND THEN HE RUSHES TOWARDS THE ROPES…LEAPING OFF OF THEM WITH THE SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT!

Thadd Blazevich: BUT BRO MISSES THE MARK AS CHRIS ELITE ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY! Maverick’s face smashes right off the mat and it looks like that might have busted him open! Elite gets back to his feet…AND THEN DRILLS THE DOWNED MAVERICK With the OPEN YA MATA!

Rich Russillo: That knee might just have been the death blow…The King of Elite barely looks like he’s stirring after that one! I mean, is it even possible for him to get back up? You can see the thoughts burning in the head of Chris Elite…he has his opponent right where he wants him! All he has to do is deal that final death blow!

Persephone: He takes his aim…AND THEN LOOKS FOR THAT TO THE HEAD KICK! BOX! OFFICE! SMASH!

Thadd Blazevich: NO WAY BRO! Just before his foot makes impact with Maverick’s head, The King moves out of the way! He rolls to the outside of the ring…barely able to use the barricade to prop himself back up! It looks like blood is dripping down the face of Cody Maverick onto the ringside floor! Dude has a glassy-eyed look in his eyes and I think he avoided that purely on instinct!

Rich Russillo: He’s going to need that instinct to keep him alive in the final stages of this epic bout Thadd! Chris Elite sees an opportunity once again here! HE RUSHES TOWARDS THE SIDE OF THE RING AND LEAPS OUT AT FULL SPEED! HERE COMES ANOTHER SUICIDE DIVE!

Persephone: BUT MAVERICK INTERCEPTS HIM WITH THE LIGHTS OUT!

Thadd Blazevich: I CAN’T BELIEVE IT DUDES! DID YOU SEE THAT! Cody Maverick just countered that one and I think fractured the jaw of Elite in the process! But he collapses immediately after it! Both of these men are completely out of it now…lying on the outside of the ring! Bro…is it possible that neither one of these men make it back to the ring?

Rich Russillo: The referee is calling to them from inside the ring, telling them that they need to get inside the ring! But neither one seems to answer the call here! Cody Maverick and Chris Elite are completely unresponsive! What happens if neither man makes it back to the ring? Could we witness a draw here? A double count out?

Persephone: Well, since the ref is starting his count finally that very well might be the case.

ONE!

TWO!

Thadd Blazevich: It looks like neither man is getting to their feet bro! The count is going by…

THREE!

FOUR!

Rich Russillo: WAIT! It looks like Cody Maverick is beginning to stir now! All he has to do is crawl back inside that ring before the count of ten and this one could be over! Chris Elite isn’t even moving!

FIVE!

SIX!

Persephone: Oh! Well…it looks like Maverick has managed to make it back to his feet! He’s leaning against that barricade but at least he’s up! Chris Elite on the other hand has just begun to wake up! He’s on his hands and knees at the moment!

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

Thadd Blazevich: AND CODY MAVERICK SPRINGS FORWARD AND MAKES IT BACK INSIDE THE RING BRO! HE GETS THERE AND THIS BASICALLY MEANS ITS HIS GAME! CHRIS ELITE ISN’T UP!

NINE!

TEN-

Rich Russillo: NO WAY! HE MAKES IT BACK INSIDE THE RING! CHRIS ELITE BARELY MAKES IT IN TIME! HALF A SECOND AWAY FROM LOSING HIS PAIN FOR PRIDE MOMENT! You can see the disbelief on the face of his opponent here! Maverick thought it was finally over! But this is a war that will continue to rage now!

Persephone: Cody Maverick forces himself back up to a vertical base now! He looks down at Chris Elite knowing that he has to get the job done! HE LIFTS HIS OPPONENT BACK UP AND UP THROWS HIM INTO THE ROPES WITH AN IRISH WHIP! OFF THE REBOUND HE LOOKS FOR THE DEEP END!

Thadd Blazevich: BUT CHRIS ELITE ELBOWS HIM IN THE SIDE OF THE HEAD INSTEAD OF BEING TAKEN DOWN! HE ELBOWS HIM AGAIN AND AGAIN! Elite still has that fire in him, it’s not even close to out yet dudes! HE THEN ROCKS MAVERICK WITH ANOTHER SNOOZE…BUT DOESN’T LET HIM FALL BACK DOWN TO THE MAT! INSTEAD HE HOISTS HIM UP FOR THE FIREMAN’S CARRY! THEN HE DROPS HIM DOWN FOR THAT KICK! MOMENT OF CLARITY!

Rich Russillo: I don’t know why it’s called that! I wouldn’t be thinking about much after getting my melon kicked like that! Cody Maverick doesn’t fall down from that impact though, instead stumbling towards the ropes! He just bounces off of them and stumbles right back towards the waiting Chris Elite! DEAD ROSES OFF THE REBOUND!

Persephone: AND HIS FACE JUST BOUNCES OFF THE GROUND IN AN AWFUL WAY HERE! Elite just absolutely planted his opponent with that one! Can he take advantage here?

Thadd Blazevich: Chris Elite now heads over to the corner…slowly making the climb onto that top rope! You can feel it here! The focus…the dedication! The crown is within his reach! All he has to do is fly from on high and finish what he started! He keeps his eyes locked on Cody Maverick as he positions himself…AND THEN HE TAKES OFF WITH THAT SWANTON 450 SPLASH! AIMIN FOR THE MOON!

Rich Russillo: HOLY MOLEY FOLKS! HE GOT IT! TORONTO CHRIS ELITE JUST LANDED IT! HE HOOKS THE LEG AND GETS THE COVER! WE HAVE A NEW KING OF ELITE HERE FOLKS! GAWD GIVEN GREATNESS HAS DONE IT!

OOOOOOOONNNNNNNEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!

TTTTTTTTTTWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

TTTTTTTHHHHHRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

Persephone: HOW?

Thadd Blazevich: DUDE?

Rich Russillo: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN I CANNOT BELIEVE IT! CODY MAVERICK JUST KICKED OUT OF AIMIN FOR THE MOON AGAIN! HE GOT THAT SHOULDER UP A MILLISECOND BEFORE THE THREE COUNT! You can just see and feel the devastation flowing through Chris Elite here tonight! He was so close, so close to taking his one home! He looks down at Cody Maverick…and I don’t know what thoughts are floating around his head here!

Persephone: Hopefully he’s thinking about tearing him apart.

Thadd Blazevich: I think that has to be the case! He needs to just give one more push to cross that finish line here! Chris Elite drags his opponent back to his feet here…AND GETS HIM WITH ANOTHER BOZO SILENCER BRO! HE THEN LOOKS FOR A DISCUS LARIAT TO FOLLOW THAT UP!

Rich Russillo: BUT CODY MAVERICK IS ABLE TO DUCK UNDERNEATH IT! He manages to slip behind his opponent…AND GETS HIM WITH THE INVERTED ATOMIC DROP! He then turns him around and gets him with the front one! Chris Elite’s family jewels might be shaken up a bit after that! HE FOLLOWS THAT UP BY TOSSING HIM WITH A MASSIVE EXPLODER SUPLEX!

Persephone: Oh damn, he really just launched his opponent with that one! Cody Maverick is looking alive once again…I really thought he was almost dead.

Thadd Blazevich: With blood dripping down his face, Maverick drags his opponent up and traps him in the corner! HE THEN BEGINS LAYING INTO HIM WITH PUNCH AFTER PUNCH…JUST HAMMERING INTO HIM WITH EVERYTHING HE HAS! CODY MAVERICK IS HOLDING NOTHING BACK HERE TONIGHT! HE THEN LIFTS HIM UP ONTO THE TOP ROPE BRO…AND FINALLY CONNECTS WITH THAT MONEYMAKER!

Rich Russillo: HIS OPPONENT FLOPS TOWARDS THE MIDDLE OF THE RING! Cody Maverick has a smirk back on his face now! He knows that Elite is right where he wants him! He wipes the blood from his face…AND HOISTS ELITE UP INTO THE AIR! HERE COMES THE END OF THE LINE HERE! HIGH ROLLER!

Persephone: BUT CHRIS ELITE MANAGES TO LAND ON HIS FEET INSTEAD! HE STUMBLES ACROSS THE RING…BEFORE RUSHING RIGHT TOWARDS MAVERICK WHO SEEMS TO BE CAUGHT OFF CAUGHT! OPP SPOTTER!

Thadd Blazevich: BRRRRROOOOOOOOOO! MAVERICK HAD THAT ONE SCOUTED! HE CATCHES ELITE AND RIPS HIM DOWN TO THE MAT WITH THE DEAD MAN’S HAND!

Rich Russillo: Cody Maverick finally breaks out that Rear Naked Choke! This is a move that we hardly ever see from the King of the Elite…in fact this was the move he used to win the King of Elite in the first place! He is currently wrapped around his opponent like a boa constrictor… squeezing the last remaining drops of life from Chris Elite!

Persephone: And it looks like he’s losing all that fight now. Chris Elite is slowly drifting to sleep here! The referee is checking on him! He raises his hand and lets it drop…

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Thadd Blazevich: NO! CHRIS ELITE IS NOT DOWN! HE CATCHES HIS OWN ARM AND TRIES TO ROLL HERE…DOING WHATEVER HE NEEDS TO GET OUT OF THIS ONE BRO! He manages to break his legs free…AND THEN ROLLS BACK GETTING HIS LEGS ON THE ROPES! DUDE! THAT’S THE BREAK!

Rich Russillo: The referee is telling Cody Maverick that he has to release the hold! He cannot believe his eyes here! That was the very maneuver that won him that crown in the first place! He has to dig back through his arsenal now, figure out what tool could get the job done…if he even has anything left!

Persephone: Just like…punch him into a pulp or something Cody…seriously…

Thadd Blazevich: He looks down at his opponent with respect but more importantly desperation! Everything that he has worked for is on the line! He grabs Chris Elite and drags him up to his feet…HE THEN NAILS HIM WITH THE FOREARM SMASH…BEFORE DELIVERING A GNARLY ROLLING ELBOW!

Rich Russillo: Chris Elite looks completely stunned from these blows, if he wasn’t already out of it, he is now! But it’s clear that Maverick was just softening him up before looking for something with a little more kick behind it! HE KICKS HIM IN THE STOMACH…AND LOOKS FOR THAT SIN CITY STUNNER!

Persephone: But Chris Elite catches it and spins him around! HE THEN GETS HIM WITH THAT HEADSHOT PELE KICK! He pushes himself back up to his feet…AND THEN ROCKS HIM WITH THAT OPP SPOTTER! THIS TIME HE GETS THAT FLYING HEADBUTT AND HIS BALD HEAD SMASHES THE NOSE OF CODY MAVERICK!

Thadd Blazevich: HE HAD TO HAVE BROKEN IT THERE! More blood is flowing out of Cody Maverick! He looks more shocked than anything as he slowly staggers back to his feet…AND HE STUMBLES RIGHT ON TOP OF CHRIS ELITE AS HE LIFTS HIM UP ONTO HIS SHOULDERS! HE LETS OUT A ROAR HERE…BEFORE HITTING THAT REVERSE GTS! HOURS IN SILENCE!

Rich Russillo: BUT MAVERICK SLIPS OFF THE SHOULDERS AT THE VERY LAST SECOND! HE THEN LUNGES AT HIM AND GETS HIM WITH THE LIGHTS OUT ONE MORE TIME! THE SUPERMAN PUNCH CONNECTS ONCE MORE- BUT CODY IS ON FIRE RIGHT NOW AND HE’S NOT SLOWING DOWN! HE GETS CHRIS UP WITH THAT POWERBOMB…

Thadd Blazevich: BEFORE DROPPING BRO ONTO HIS HEAD WITH THAT DDT! THERE IT IS! ANGEL OF MERCY!

Persephone: Oh…damn…

Thadd Blazevich: AND NOW CODY MAVERICK COLLAPSES ON TOP OF HIS OPPONENT FOR THE COVER! THAT’S IT, BRO! CODY MAVERICK IS STILL YOUR KING OF ELITE!!!

OOOOOOONNNNNNNNEEEEE!!!!!!!

TTTTTTTTTWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

TTTTTTHHHHHRRREREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

(DING! DING! DING!)

(‘Kostas’ by Westside Gunn, Conway the Machine & Benny the Butcher begins to blast throughout the arena as the fans explode with cheers. Cody Maverick slowly but surely rolls off his opponent with a smile on his face.)

Bella Braxton: HERE IS YOUR WINNER AND STILL KING OF THE ELITE…THE SIN CITY SUPERSTAR…COOOOODDDDDYYYY MAAAVVVEERRRIIICCCCKKKKKK!

Rich Russillo: OH MY GOD! THAT WAS A WAR FROM START TO FINISH! Chris Elite and Cody Maverick came out here to Pain for Pride with everything to prove and by God…they did just that! These two tore each other apart tonight! They fought like hell to be King of Elite but in the end, Cody Maverick remains on the throne!

Thadd Blazevich: And you need to give credit where it is due to Chris Elite! Bro came out here tonight to make his return to glory! There is no one in the EAW universe who can say that he didn’t give it his all here! There were times where I thought we had a new King of Elite! But in the end, Cody Maverick is still standing!

Persephone: Right, congratulations or whatever.

(Cody Maverick slowly pulls himself out of the ring, and now that it’s over and he finally has a moment to take in everything, at least for now, he joins up with the EAW crowd to celebrate. He takes a beer from one of the fans and toasts with all of them with a smirk on his face. The camera shifts towards Chris Elite who is staring at him from the ring. Beaten, bloody and tired. The camera fades.)

(The graphic for the next match appears)

(The camera shot returns to ringside and focuses on Gina Romano, who is standing front and center as she is ready to begin the introductions for this next match.)

Gina Romano: The following contest is a TRIPLE THREAT MATCH!!

(The crowd cheers even louder at Gina’s announcement.)

Gina Romano: AND IT IS FOR THE ELITE ANSWERS WRESTLING NATIONAL ELITE CHAMPIONSHIP!

(‘Legendary’ by Skillex blasts through the sound system of the venue, immediately the fans erupt in a chorus of boos as the Montreal native makes his way through the curtain. Ryan is paying the crowd no mind as he walks with a determined pace towards the ring.)

Gina Romano: Introducing first are the CHALLENGERS! First! From Montréal, Québec, Canada. Weighing in at 211 pounds… RYAN! JOSEEEEEEEEEPH!! WILLLLL-SOOOOOOOOOOOON!!!

Deadprez: Isn’t it sad when the crowd boos the hell out of a fellow Canadian.

Sienna Swann: Sweetie, he sold his soul and associates with scum. What do you expect?

Deadprez: Here comes a man who sold his soul for one more chance to become National Elite Champion. We heard a few weeks ago why Ryan did exactly what he did and it was all for a chance at the spotlight. Tonight, he has a chance to win the National Elite Championship.

Gavin Kirkland: He was doing so well when he returned. He just needed a little bit of patience. Instead, he aligned himself with SILAS MASON…BLECH!

Sienna Swann: Sweetie, that bald dumbass is corrupt in all the worst ways, but wouldn’t it be a shame if this “man”, who looks like he hasn’t washed his beard or had a haircut in about six years, wins the title? Either way, this is Ryan’s second chance to win the National Elite Championship as he challenged Donovan Duke at Pain for Pride 15. Will the second time be the charm?

(Ryan slips inside the ring, completely focused as he is checking his gear as he gets ready for the match. Seconds later, his music is replaced by the sounds of ‘Ichirin no Hana’ by HIGH and MIGHTY COLOR. The boos for Ryan quickly turn into cheers as Akari Kiyoko enters the arena. No smile on Akari’s face. This is Pain for Pride. This is strictly business as he heads to the ring.)

Gina Romano: From Aomori, Japan! Weighing 216 pounds! Here is “THE NEW HEART OF SHOWDOWN” AKARI KIYOKO!

Sienna Swann: The second challenger in this match is in many people’s opinions the only deserving challenger in this match considering everything that has happened up to this point.

Deadprez: Akari Kiyoko has had a monumental season that included numerous star making performances against high level competitors.People say he doesn’t belong and he just keeps proving them wrong, dawg.

Gavin Kirkland: Will Akari prove them wrong in the biggest way possible by winning the National Elite Title here at Pain for Pride? He has had a lot of momentum this season and it could pay off in this match.

(Akari enters the ring and takes a neutral corner as his music is replaced by “New Devil” by Asking Alexandria. The crowd continues to cheer as Daryl Kinkade enters the ring with the National Elite Championship confidently on his shoulder. He knows the situation he finds himself in, but he is ready to fight as he heads to the ring.)

Gina Romano: From Norwich, England! Weighing 225 pounds. HERE IS THE REIGNING ELITE ANSWERS WRESTLING NATIONAL ELITE CHAMPION! “THE KINK OF ELITE” DARYL KINKADE!

Gavin Kirkland: HERE COMES THE CHAMPION! IT’S TIME FOR PAIN FOR PRIDE TO GET A LITTLE KINKY!

Sienna Swann: Sweetie, that is the creepiest thing I have heard you say yet. But Daryl Kinkade knows very well that he is at a horrible disadvantage in this match tonight, But you have to admire the successful reign he has had up to this point.

Deadprez: Daryl won the title in a fatal four way back in December at Road to Redemption in a match with a similar style to the one tonight. Will Daryl continue with his successful reign or will we see the title change hands in this match? We are about to find out!

(Daryl enters the ring and takes a neutral corner as his music fades off. Daryl hands the title to the referee who presents it to champion and challengers. The referee holds it in the air for the crowd to see before handing the title to Gina and calling for the bell.)

(DING! DING! DING!)

Sienna Swann: Sweeties, this match is underway with the National Elite Championship on the line and this is what the last few weeks have been building up to…good thing it isn’t a fashion contest because they’d all lose.

Deadprez: Just a reminder that this match has sudden death rules. First fall wins the match and wins the title. Daryl does not have to be involved in the decision to lose which is ironic because he won the title with Harper Lee not involved in the final decision.

Gavin Kirkland: Meanwhile, there has been a brief staredown between all three of the competitors AS AKARI AND DARYL DECIDE TO WORK TOGETHER FOR THE MOMENT AND BEAT DOWN ON RYAN WILSON! LIKE THAT’S FAIR!

Deadprez: This is just payback for Ryan attacking both of them a few weeks ago and they are hoping to beat up Ryan enough to keep him out of the equation to win the match.

Sienna Swann: Sweetie, they just don’t like him and think of him as the scum of the earth. Just like that annoying Silas Mason.

Gavin Kirkland: Ryan is trying to get away, but they are not giving him that chance. They want payback and they are not waiting another second. Daryl pulls Ryan up by the beard…OW!!

Sienna Swann: He is back on his feet before being doubled over and pulled into a double facelock by Akari and Daryl. They back up towards the ropes AND LIFT HIM IN THE AIR–

Deadprez: AND SUPLEX HIM OVER THE ROPES AND OUT TO THE FLOOR! UGLY LANDING FOR THE NEWEST SILAS WORLD MEMBER! NOW WE ARE DOWN TO DARYL AND AKARI FOR THE TIME BEING!

Gavin Kirkland: Daryl and Akari look at each other and there is no handshake, but the mutual understanding is there as they get right down to business. Daryl tries for a headlock, but Akari ducks out of the way. Akari grabs Daryl from around the waist–

Sienna Swann: INTO A GUTWRENCH SUPLEX! Daryl turned inside out there as Akari tries for a quick cover, BUT DARYL BRIDGES UP, SWEETIE!

Deadprez: Akari grabs him by the legs and pulls him back into a wheelbarrow suplex, BUT DARYL SOMEHOW MANAGES TO GET FREE AND CONTORTS HIMSELF INTO AN INVERTED DDT COUNTER! HOW THE HELL DID HE DO THAT, DAWG?

Gavin Kirkland: The Champion is ready to pull out all stops in order to leave with his title here tonight. Akari is down as Daryl pulls him up and hooks both of his arms for the Butterfly Suplex–

Deadprez: THAT IS COUNTERED INTO A MODIFIED NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX BY AKARI! AKARI FINDS HIS FOOTING AND BRIDGES UP FOR A QUICK COVER!

ONNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEE!

Sienna Swann: Barely a one count, Sweetie. This is Pain for Pride. You can’t expect to steal a title that quickly with these high stakes. At least not right now.

Gavin Kirkland: Akari is quickly back up as HE TRIES TO GO FOR AN ARMBAR EARLY, BUT DARYL IS ABLE TO PULL HIM INTO AN INSIDE CRADLE–

Sienna Swann: AKARI GETS FREE, SWEETIE! Both competitors are back up AND HAVE A STALEMATE WITH MATCHING SHOULDER BLOCKS IN THE CENTER OF THE RING!

Deadprez: Staredown from both competitors as they both decide to hit the ropes to try again–

Gavin Kirkland: BUT RYAN WILSON IS BACK UP AND TRIPS AKARI AND PULLS HIM OUT OF THE RING! RYAN GRABS HIM BY THE NECK AND SHOVES HIM RIGHT BACK INTO THE RINGPOST!

Sienna Swann: AKARI IS HOLDING HIS HEAD AS RYAN GRABS AKARI AND HITS AN EXPLODER SUPLEX ONTO THE RING STEPS!

Deadprez: Akari is down and Ryan rolls back into the ring AND HITS THE MMA STYLE TAKEDOWN ON DARYL AND NOW RYAN IS JUST THROWING PUNCHES INTO DARYL’S FACE!

Gavin Kirkland: Daryl is trying to block as many of the punches as he can, but Ryan is just being relentless to the Champion with the title on the line AND DARYL MANAGES TO SHOVE RYAN OFF HIM TO TRY AND GET A BREATHER–

Deadprez: RYAN WITH AN ELBOW TO THE SPINE CUTS DARYL OFF!! LOOK AT THAT DEMENTED SMILE ON THE FACE OF RYAN WILSON!!

Sienna Swann: Of course Ryan is nuts because look at who he is associating himself with. That ugly POS Silas Mason. Even thinking about Silas can ruin any good day, Sweetie.

Gavin Kirkland: Ryan is going to try to dissect the champion in a very morbid way all to prove a point. He is back on his feet as he has Daryl by the legs AND IS TRYING TO TURN HIM OVER INTO THE LE CRAB DE QUEBEC!

Sienna Swann: Sweeties watching at home? It’s a Boston Crab. Don’t let this pretentious jackass fool you.

Deadprez: Ryan almost has Daryl turned over for the submission, BUT DARYL IS ABLE TO COUNTER WITH A BODYSCISSOR TAKEOVER SENDING RYAN UP AND OVER!

Gavin Kirkland: Ryan is trying to recover AS DARYL DELIVERS A SHINING WIZARD TO RYAN SENDING HIM BACK THROUGH THE ROPES AND TO THE FLOOR!

Sienna Swann: Ryan landed right on top of Akari, but he was able to keep them both on their feet BUT HERE COMES DARYL WITH A SUICIDE DIVE TAKING EVERYBODY OUT!

Deadprez: The Champion is in firm control right now as HE TEARS THE TOP OF OUR ANNOUNCE TABLE OFF! WHAT ARE YOU DOING, DAWG?

Gavin Kirkland: It looks like Daryl is directing traffic AS HE KICKS RYAN RIGHT IN THE FACE before picking him up AND SLAMMING HIM ONTO THE TABLE!

Deadprez: Now Daryl is helping Akari up for some reason AND DARYL IS TELLING AKARI TO GO TO THE TOP!! Akari wonders what in the hell is going on, but Daryl points to the table and Akari gets the picture and climbs all the way up to the top rope.

Sienna Swann: Sweeties, I don’t know about you two, but I am getting the hell out of here because wearing table shards is on the Fashion Yes List.

Gavin Kirkland: Daryl is watching this unfold as Ryan hasn’t moved as Akari has his balance on the top turnbuckle. If Akari hits this, then we can say goodnight to Ryan Wilson.

Sienna Swann: Take Silas Mason out of the building with him AS AKARI LEAPS OFF THE TOP ROPE! DIVING SENTON BOMB–

(CRASH!)

Deadprez: WHAT THE FUCK!?!? HOW, DAWG??

Gavin Kirkland: AKARI CONNECTED WITH THE DIVING SENTON FROM ABOUT TEN FEET AWAY–

Sienna Swann: BUT HE PUT THE WRONG ONE THROUGH THE TABLE! DARYL WENT THROUGH THE TABLE AND RYAN IS NOW AT PREZZY’S FEET, SWEETIE!

Deadprez: Gross, Dawg. Just gross.

Gavin Kirkland: They are literally right in front of us as we see the replay. As Akari was sailing through the air, Ryan grabbed Daryl by the wrist. While rolling off the table, Ryan pulls Daryl onto the table and Akari lands on Daryl’s back and sends Daryl crashing through the table!

Deadprez: How we have no table and there is carnage and wreckage sprawled out right at our feet. Right now, Daryl could have a broken back with the force Akari hit him with that senton.

Sienna Swann: The referee is just watching all three of them barely moving this early in the match considering there must be a winner. These three are willing to risk it all for the chance to leave as National Elite Champion, sweetie.

Gavin Kirkland: OH MY GAWD! SOMEONE IS FINALLY MOVING AND OF ALL PEOPLE, IT’S RYAN WILSON!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Sienna Swann: Ryan is trying to roll back on his feet BUT HE SHOVES DEADPREZ OUT OF THE WAY!

Ryan Wilson: STOP STEPPING ON ME AND GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY! TABARNAK!

Deadprez: I hope he gets his voicebox ripped out, Dawg. It’s hard not to step on him when he is rolling all over my feet.

Gavin Kirkland: He is also the only man standing in this match as Daryl could be done and Akari took some damage from the landing and he decides to pull Akari to his feet.

Sienna Swann: Ryan grabs Akari AND JUST SLAMS HIM BACK FIRST INTO THE EDGE OF THE RING! What purpose is that for, Sweetie? To be a jackass?

Deadprez: Ryan’s deceitfulness might have broken one man’s back. Ryan probably thinks go for broke and put them both out permanently!

Gavin Kirkland: Ryan rolls Akari back into the ring and simply goes for the cover!

ONNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEE!

TWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOO!

T

Deadprez: AKARI KICKED OUT AT TWO! The match continues on as Ryan applies the side headlock to slow down the pace of the match and to neutralize Akari.

Sienna Swann: You would expect a lot of action and excitement in a Pain for Pride triple threat match, but we get a headlock. Sweeties, this is as boring as his gear. No taste. No excitement.

Gavin Kirkland: Akari is trying to find a way to get free AND HE DOES AS HE DELIVERS A KNEE TO THE BACK OF THE NECK! Ryan knocked loopy as Akari gets back to his feet and pulls Ryan up and whips him to the ropes.

Sienna Swann: Ryan with the rebound as Akari puts his head down FOR A BACK BODY DROP–

Deadprez: Ryan puts on the breaks and grabs Akari by the head AND COUNTERS WITH A SWINGING NECKBREAKER! AKARI DOWN AS RYAN DROPS AN ELBOW INTO HIS HEART!

Gavin Kirkland: The Heart of Showdown might have had his heart stopped right there as Ryan rolls Akari onto his stomach. I have no idea what he is gonna do UNTIL HE STARTS THROWING CROSSFACE STYLE FOREARMS RIGHT ACROSS AKARI’S THROAT AND FACE!

Sienna Swann: Sweetie, he’s trying to make Akari look as ugly as Ryan’s personality. Ryan lets up and brings Akari back to his feet and whips him to the corner. Ryan comes back AND IS MET WITH A BACK ELBOW TO THE JAW!

Deadprez: Ryan comes back again AND THIS TIME AKARI GETS OUT OF THE WAY AND RYAN GOES CHEST FIRST INTO THE TURNBUCKLE WHICH AKARI FOLLOWS UP WITH A ROLLING ELBOW TO THE BACK OF THE SKULL!

Gavin Kirkland: Ryan is resting his face on the top turnbuckle as Akari grabs Ryan and lifts him up and sits him on the top turnbuckle before following suit.

Deadprez: Dangerous spot here as Akari is on the second rope AS HE TRIES TO TAKE RYAN OUT WITH A BACK SUPERPLEX–

Sienna Swann: WHAT THE HELL?

Gavin Kirkland: HOW IN THE HELL?

Sienna Swann: DARYL KINKADE! DARYL IS BACK IN THIS MATCH AS HE GRABS AKARI AND PULLS HIM OFF THE ROPES AND SPIKES HIM DOWN WITH A POWERBOMB!! CERTAINLY DIDN’T SEE THAT COMING, SWEETIES!

Deadprez: We thought Daryl was completely out of the match, but he has miraculously recovered and right back in the swing of things.

Gavin Kirkland: Now Daryl is deciding to go for broke as he climbs all the way to the top rope. That is a very dangerous spot right there.

Sienna Swann: Ryan still hasn’t moved as Daryl gets himself in position BEFORE JUMPING UP AND LANDING ON RYAN’S SHOULDERS!

Deadprez: DARYL FLIPS BACK AND HITS THE SUPER POISONRANA! VERY DANGEROUS MOVE THERE, DAWG, AND HE GOT ALL OF IT! RYAN WAS SPIKED RIGHT ON HIS HEAD AS DARYL ROLLS HIM OVER FOR THE COVER!

ONNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEE!

TWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOO!

THHHHHHHHH–

Gavin Kirkland: AKARI BREAKS UP THE COVER! Daryl is slowly back to his feet and it looks like Daryl and Akari are going to battle again as they look and nod at each other and drag Ryan to the center of the ring.

Deadprez: What the hell are they planning? Daryl has one leg. Akari has the other AS THEY BOTH FALL BACK! OHHHHHHHH!

Sienna Swann: Sweeties, I think that move is called a Wishbone and I wonder if they made a wish. Ryan certainly did.

Gavin Kirkland: Yeah, that wish was being anywhere but there right now. After aligning with Silas, I am surprised that Ryan has anything down there to hurt by the Wishbone.

Sienna Swann: That was a good one. Akari and Daryl kick Ryan like trash over to the ropes and they get back to business with the title on the line. Daryl hits the ropes the ropes to get momentum–

Deadprez: AKARI GRABS HIM AND TURNS HIM INSIDE OUT WITH THAT URANAGE BACKBREAKER! MORE DAMAGE BEING DONE TO DARYL’S BACK!

Gavin Kirkland: Daryl might not be showing it right now but his back has to have some damage. First from the table senton and now the backbreaker!

Sienna Swann: You have to admire Daryl’s intensity in this match as Akari hits the ropes AND LEAVES HIS FEET FOR THE SINGLE KNEE DROP TO THE SPINE! SWEETIES, I THINK WE KNOW WHAT AKARI IS GOING TO PINPOINT IN THIS MATCH!

Deadprez: Eliminate that back strength and eliminate a good portion of Daryl’s offensive arsenal AS AKARI IS TRYING TO DO WITH THE SINGLE LEG BOSTON CRAB!! SUBMISSION APPLIED–

Gavin Kirkland: AKARI IS GOING FURTHER BACK ON THE SUBMISSION PUTTING MORE PRESSURE ON DARYL’S BACK! DARYL NEEDS TO FIND A WAY TO GET FREE OR AKARI IS THE NEW CHAMPION!

Deadprez: DARYL IS CRAWLING TO THE ROPES, BUT IT WON’T NECESSARILY BREAK THE HOLD WITH THE STRUCTURE OF THE RULES, DAWG. He could be wanting the ropes to pull himself out of the ring and create some distance–

(CRACK!!)

Sienna Swann: RYAN WILSON WITH A HOCKEY STICK TO THE BACK OF AKARI’S HEAD!! Nobody could have seen that coming, Sweeties.

Gavin Kirkland: Sarcasm?

Sienna Swann: Duh, Sweetie. Open up windows more, you need air.

Deadprez: And Akari might need a doctor after that shot. There are splinters in Akari’s head from the wooden hockey stick AS HE ROLLS INTO THE RING AND COVERS AKARI! OH COME ON!!

ONNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEE!

TWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOO!

THHHHHHHHH–

Gavin Kirkland: DARYL LEAPS AND BREAKS UP THE COVER AS RYAN WAS A COUNT AWAY FROM STEALING THE NATIONAL ELITE CHAMPIONSHIP! How much would that piss off Daryl if he lost his title without being involved in the decision?

Sienna Swann: Probably wouldn’t sit well with him at all, but that is the nature of the match, Sweetie. Now I barely saw it, but I saw Daryl briefly holding his back as Ryan and Daryl get back to their feet.

Deadprez: LOOK AT THEIR EYES! THERE IS NOTHING BUT HATE FLOWING BETWEEN THESE TWO! ANY RESPECT THESE TWO HAD BETWEEN EACH OTHER IS GONE AFTER WHAT RYAN WILSON DID TO HIM!

Gavin Kirkland: RYAN HITS DARYL WITH A EUROPEAN UPPERCUT! DARYL KNOCKED BACK BUT HE COMES BACK WITH A EUROPEAN UPPERCUT AS WELL!

Deadprez: Ryan rocked back off the shot and he comes back WITH A CHOP TO THE CHEST! Ryan is now with the advantage as he continues to back Daryl back to the ropes with those chops.

Sienna Swann: Ryan with the whip sending Daryl over to the other side AND HE LEAVES HIS FEET BEFORE COMING BACK WITH THE HANDSPRING ROUNDHOUSE KICK CATCHING RYAN IN BACK OF THE HEAD!

Gavin Kirkland: Ryan taken down to a knee as Daryl SPRINGS ONTO THE ROPES AS RYAN GETS BACK TO HIS FEET! DARYL GRABS RYAN BY THE HEAD–

Sienna Swann: AND PLANTS HIM WITH THE DKO! RYAN GOES FACE FIRST INTO THE MAT, SWEETIE, AND DARYL ROLLS HIM OVER FOR THE COVER!

ONNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEE!

TWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOO!

THHHHHHHHHHHRREEEEEEEE!

Deadprez: AKARI BREAKS UP THE COVER RIGHT BEFORE THE THREE COUNT, SAVING THE MATCH FOR HIMSELF!

Gavin Kirkland: Not only that, Akari struck Daryl in the back causing more damage to Daryl’s back as Akari pulls Daryl away AND TRANSITIONS HIM RIGHT INTO THE ARMBAR! FUJIWARA ARMBAR APPLIED! SUBMISSION IN THE CENTER OF THE RING!

Sienna Swann: Sweetie, that is a very interesting strategy considering that Ryan is still in the ring. Sometimes a big risk could lead to a big reward and the referee is right there to see if Daryl wants to give up this match.

Deadprez: His back has already taken damage and now Akari could take that arm away really hurting Daryl’s chances of winning this match and retaining his title here in Toronto–

Gavin Kirkland: DARYL IS ABLE TO ROLL THROUGH AND COUNTER INTO A VERY INNOVATIVE ROLLUP! SHOULDERS ARE DOWN–

Deadprez: BUT RYAN IS BACK IN THIS MATCH AS HE HOOKS DARYL’S ARMS AND PULLS HIM INTO A BACKSLIDE! NOW DARYL’S SHOULDERS ARE DOWN–

Sienna Swann: SWEETIES, DARYL ROLLS THROUGH AND GOES FOR A KICK ON RYAN, BUT RYAN DUCKS AND GRABS DARYL BY THE LEGS AND GOING FOR THE PRETENTIOUS BOSTON CRAB–

Gavin Kirkland: UNITED! STATES! OF! SMASH!

Sienna Swann: WHAT AN ELBOW SHOT TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD, SWEETIE! THAT LOOKED LIKE A KNOCKOUT BLOW RIGHT THERE TO RYAN AS AKARI SCRAMBLES OVER AND GOES FOR THE COVER!

ONNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEE!

TWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOO!

THHHHHHHHHHHRREEEEEEEE!

Deadprez: DARYL BARELY BREAKS UP THE COVER WITH WHAT COULD BE THE LAST LITTLE BIT OF HIS ENERGY! WHAT A VERY CLOSE NEAR FALL FOR AKARI KIYOKO! ALL THREE COMPETITORS ARE DOWN AND ARE CHEERING LOUDLY FOR THESE COMPETITORS!

Gavin Kirkland: Well the other two more than Ryan, which is kind of funny he is getting booed so loudly even though he is from Canada.

Sienna Swann: Sweetie, he is also a jackass who aligned himself with another jackass in that old bastard Silas Mason. Regardless, this has been an action filled triple threat match here at Pain for Pride.

Deadprez: All three men are starting to move as the referee keeps watching to see if and when a cover is made in this match where, unless extenuating circumstances happen, there must be a winner.

Gavin Kirkland: Ryan and Daryl are on their knees and glaring at each other as Akari has rolled himself out of the ring. Daryl is the first up to his feet as he tries to bring Ryan to his feet–

Deadprez: LOW BLOW! LOW BLOW BY RYAN WILSON AND DARYL DROPS LIKE A STONE AS RYAN PREVENTS HIM FROM FALLING ALL THE WAY TO THE MAT! WHAT A DIRTY TRICK FROM A DIRTY ROTTEN BASTARD!

Sienna Swann: Sweetie, he’s with Silas Mason. That is putting it very mildly considering Ryan is going to stop at nothing to win the title he thinks should rightfully be his.

Gavin Kirkland: Ryan has such a devious smile on his face as if he is closing in on the title here and now. Ryan gets Daryl into the modified pumphandle position BEFORE HE TURNS DARYL INSIDE OUT–

Sienna Swann: AND PLANTS HIM FACE FIRST WITH THE “TABLE FLIP”! THE ATAXIA FACEPLANT HAS DARYL’S FACE BOUNCING OFF THE MAT AS RYAN GOES FOR THE COVER!

ONNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEE!

TWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOO!

THHHHHHHHHHHRREEEEEEEE!

(CRACK!)

Deadprez: DID HE GET IT?

Gavin Kirkland: Oh he got it alright! AKARI KIYOKO WITH A STEEL CHAIR TO RYAN’S BACK! TURNABOUT IS FAIR PLAY! REMEMBER RYAN HIT AKARI WITH A HOCKEY STICK EARLIER IN THE MATCH!

Sienna Swann: Oh, Sweetie, I wish I could be a fly on the wall and see what Silas Mason is doing right now. I bet he’s having a conniption right now and that’s the least he deserves.

Deadprez: Akari saved the match in a big way as he pulls Ryan up to his feet AND TRIES FOR THE “UNITED STATES OF SMASH” ONE MORE TIME–

Gavin Kirkland: RYAN DUCKS IT AND GRABS AKARI BY THE HEAD AND PULLS HIM INTO AN INSIDE CRADLE! RYAN LOOKING TO STEAL IT HERE–

Deadprez: WAIT, DAWG! AKARI REVERSES THE PIN AND NOW RYAN’S SHOULDERS ARE DOWN–

Sienna Swann: Unfortunately, no. Ryan reverses again and they both let go because neither of them could get a count.

Gavin Kirkland: Both men are back to their feet AS AKARI TAKE THE ADVANTAGE AND HITS THE FRANKENSTEINER! RYAN TAKEN UP AND OVER RIGHT INTO THE CORNER!

Sienna Swann: Ryan is back on his feet in the corner AS AKARI COMES RUNNING IN AND HE IS MET WITH A BACK ELBOW FROM RYAN! Akari tries again AND RYAN WITH A BOOT TO THE FACE!

Deadprez: Ryan getting risky here as he makes his way to the second rope BEFORE JUMPING OFF AND HITTING A CANADIAN DESTROYER! OH MY GAWD!! NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD SEE THAT MOVE FROM RYAN AGAIN!

Gavin Kirkland: You have to pull out all stops in order to win, Prezzy. Ryan did one right there as he tries to go for a cover–

Sienna Swann: SWEETIE, DARYL FINDS HIMSELF BACK IN THE MATCH AS HE CLOCKED RYAN IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD WITH SOMETHING? WHAT WAS THAT?

Deadprez: BRASS KNUCKLES! THAT PUNCH WAS LOADED AND IT MIGHT HAVE BEEN A KNOCKOUT SHOT AS HE ROLLS RYAN OFF AKARI AND PICKS UP AKARI AND LIFTS HIM UP IN THE AIR–

Gavin Kirkland: “HAIL! TO! THE! CHIEF!” AKARI BOUNCED RIGHT OFF HIS HEAD WITH THAT PUMPHANDLE PILEDRIVER! THIS HAS GOT TO BE IT! DARYL IS HOLDING HIS BACK AS HE SLOWLY GOES FOR THE COVER!

ONNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEE!

TWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOO!

THHHHHHHHHHHRREEEEEEEE!

Deadprez: HOW IN THE HELL DID HE DO THAT?

Sienna Swann: SWEETIE, RYAN WILSON SOMEHOW WOKE UP AND WAS ABLE TO FIND HIS BRAIN LONG ENOUGH TO BREAK UP THE COVER!

Gavin Kirkland: Ryan is taking advantage of the situation and NOW HE LOCKS IN THE SCORPION CROSSLOCK ON DARYL! DARYL IS IN TROUBLE WITH THE TITLE ON THE LINE!

Sienna Swann: Sweetie, at least he didn’t try that stupid pretentious crab again. But the referee is right to see if Daryl gives it up. Can you imagine Ryan Wilson winning the title by forcing Daryl to give it up to him. The sick bastard Silas Mason would have to change his pants.

Deadprez: LOOK AT THE TORQUE RYAN HAS ON DARYL’S BACK! THAT HAS BEEN RYAN’S TARGET THE ENTIRE MATCH AND YOU ALSO HAVE TO BELIEVE THAT DARYL PUT EXTRA STRESS ON HIS BACK FROM THE PILEDRIVER EARLIER!

Gavin Kirkland: DARYL IS NOT GIVING UP! HE DOES NOT WANT TO GIVE RYAN WILSON OF ALL PEOPLE THE SATISFACTION OF TAKING HIS TITLE AWAY! DARYL IS IN PAIN AND WE CAN’T IGNORE THAT AT ALL!

Sienna Swann: RYAN IS YELLING AT DARYL TO TAP OUT! HE WANTS DARYL TO GIVE IT UP! RYAN WANTS THAT TITLE IN THE VERY VERY WORST WAY, SWEETIE! A paper bag over Ryan’s face wouldn’t hurt either.

Deadprez: WAIT A SECOND! DARYL GETS HIS ARMS FREE AND HE ROLLS FORWARD INTO A MODIFIED VICTORY ROLL! SHOULDERS ARE DOWN AS DARYL TRIES TO STEAL IT!

ONNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEE!

TWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOO!

THHHHHHHHHHHRREEEEEEEE!

Gavin Kirkland: RYAN KICKS OUT AS BOTH COMPETITORS SCRAMBLE TO THEIR FEET AND RYAN IS MET WITH A KICK TO THE GUT AND LIFTED UP FOR A LIGER BOMB BY THE CHAMPION!!

Deadprez: Ryan turned inside out as Daryl is slowly getting back to his feet AND THROWS A KICK TO RYAN SENDING HIM BACK TO THE TURNBUCKLE! THE CHAMPION IS ON FIRE NOW!

Sienna Swann: Sweetie, this could be Daryl’s best chance to end the match and keep the title as he lifts Ryan up and puts him on the second rope.

Gavin Kirkland: Daryl pulls Ryan’s head down and rests it on the top turnbuckle BEFORE HE JUST KICKS RYAN RIGHT IN THE HEAD! WHAT A SHOT!

Sienna Swann: SWEETIE, IF THAT PUNCH WASN’T A KNOCKOUT SHOT, THIS CERTAINLY WAS AS DARYL JUST PULLS RYAN OFF THE ROPES LIKE A SACK OF POTATOES!

Deadprez: Ryan isn’t moving as DARYL ROLLS HIM OVER AND LOCKS IN THE “SHUT UP, BRUV”! SUBMISSION LOCKED IN!

Gavin Kirkland: CROSSFACE! THE CROSSFACE IS APPLIED AND RYAN IS BEING TORTURED RIGHT NOW! LISTEN TO THE TORONTO CROWD CHANTING FOR RYAN WILSON TO TAP OUT! SOME RETURN FOR RYAN WILSON TO HIS HOME COUNTRY!

Sienna Swann: RYAN IS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING! NOWHERE TO GET FREE! NOWHERE TO RUN! NOWHERE TO HIDE! THIS COULD BE OVER HERE AS THE REFEREE IS CHECKING TO SEE IF RYAN WANTS TO GIVE IT UP!

Deadprez: RYAN IS IN A LOT PAIN AT THE MOMENT AND I DON’T KNOW HOW MUCH LONGER RYAN CAN LAST IN THIS SUBMISSION–

Gavin Kirkland: HIS ARM IS COMING UP! HE’S GONNA TAP! HE’S GONNA TAP! DARYL KINKADE IS GOING TO RETAIN—

Deadprez: SWANTON BOMB!

Sienna Swann: SWEETIE, WHERE IN THE HELL DID AKARI KIYOKO COME FROM!

Gavin Kirkland: The top rope. That’s how he hit the Swanton Bomb.

Sienna Swann: You know what I meant, Sweetie. Don’t be an asshole.

Deadprez: RYAN WAS ABOUT A MOMENT AWAY FROM SUBMITTING BUT HERE COMES AKARI KIYOKO TO SAVE THE MATCH FOR HIMSELF AS HE GOT THEM BOTH WITH THE SWANTON BOMB!

Gavin Kirkland: TWO FOR ONE SPECIAL BY AKARI AND HE ONCE AGAIN LANDS ON DARYL’S BACK AS IT FORCES HIM TO RELEASE THE SUBMISSION!

Sienna Swann: Akari has taken out both of his opponents so now he has his choice of who he wants to take out and he goes right after the bearded weirdo Ryan Wilson.

Deadprez: Ryan is pulled back to his feet as Akari lifts Ryan in the air AND DROPS HIM WITH THE USHIGOROSHI! DAMAGE TO THE NECK–

Gavin Kirkland: AKARI HAS A LOTUS LOCK SUBMISSION APPLIED! AKARI APPLYING EXTRA PRESSURE ON THE NECK AREA OF RYAN WHERE HE JUST HIT THE USHIGOROSHI EARLIER!

Deadprez: RYAN ROLLS BACK AND COUNTERS THE SUBMISSION TO A ROLL UP! RYAN BRIDGES UP!

ONNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEE!

TWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOO!

THHHHHHHHHHHRREEEEEEEE!

Sienna Swann: AKARI KICKS OUT BEFORE THREE AND RYAN QUICKLY TRANSITIONS INTO THE “WILSON BITE”! RYAN WITH A MODIFIED CROSSFACE OF HIS OWN! ANOTHER SUBMISSION APPLIED AS AKARI IS IN TROUBLE!

Gavin Kirkland: REMEMBER THAT IF AKARI GIVES UP, DARYL IS THE BIG LOSER BECAUSE RYAN WINS THE TITLE AND SILAS MASON WON’T SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT IT!

Sienna Swann: You can say that again, Sweetie, and nobody wants that at all.

Deadprez: THE SUBMISSION PREVENTS AKARI FROM USING HIS HANDS SO HE CAN’T CRAWL AND HE CAN’T EVEN TAP. IF AKARI GIVES UP, HE IS GOING TO HAVE TO SCREAM IT AND THAT MIGHT BE THE ULTIMATE FORM OF HUMILIATION!

Sienna Swann: LOOK AT AKARI FIGHT! HE WON’T GIVE IT UP! HE HAS COME SO FAR AND HAD SO MANY STAR MAKING PERFORMANCES THIS SEASON! HE DOES NOT WANT IT ALL TO END WITH HIS DREAMS GOING UP IN SMOKE!

Gavin Kirkland: RYAN IS WRENCHING ON AKARI AND SCREAMING AT HIM TO TAP OUT! BUT LISTEN TO THE CROWD! THEY ARE CHANTING FOR AKARI!

Sienna Swann: Some want Akari to win. Some want Daryl to win. But they all agree that they do NOT want Ryan to win,

Deadprez: I am not sure how much longer Akari is going to last. HE IS FADING! HE IS FADING, DAWG! IF AKARI PASSES OUT, RYAN IS THE CHAMPION–

Sienna Swann: AKARI’S EYES ARE STARTING TO CLOSE! HE’S OUT! HE’S OUT! RYAN WILSON HAS WON THE TITLE!

Gavin Kirkland: BOW DOWN TO THE KINK!

Sienna Swann: DARYL KINKADE WITH THE ELBOW TO THE BACK OF RYAN’S SKULL BREAKS UP THE SUBMISSION AND SAVES THE MATCH!

Deadprez: Daryl is slowly back on his feet as is Ryan AND RYAN WITH A THUMB TO THE EYE STOPS DARYL RIGHT IN HIS TRACKS!

Sienna Swann: Leave it to a member of Silas World to act in that way, Sweetie. Sickening.

Gavin Kirkland: Ryan grabs Daryl and positions him into a crucifix position AS RYAN GOES FOR THE WIL-FLOSION–

Deadprez: DARYL GETS FREE AND DELIVERS AN ENZUIGIRI KNOCKING RYAN TO THE ROPES–

Sienna Swann: AND DARYL FOLLOWS IT UP WITH ANOTHER BOW DOWN TO THE KINK! THE ELBOW AGAIN AND THIS TIME RYAN GOES THROUGH THE ROPES AND RIGHT OUT OF THE RING! RYAN MIGHT GET COMFORTABLE THERE, SWEETIE!

Gavin Kirkland: Daryl is looking at Ryan AS AKARI COMES UP FROM OUT OF NOWHERE AND CLOCKS DARYL IN THE HEAD WITH A FLYING FOREARM SMASH!

Deadprez: Daryl staggered as AKARI HITS ANOTHER URANAGE BACKBREAKER ON DARYL! BUT AKARI DOESN’T LET HIM FALL! INSTEAD HE KEEPS HIM ON HIS FEET!

Sienna Swann: Sweetie, Akari pulls Daryl upright and Daryl is kicked and doubled over as Akari pulls him into the gutwrench position AND LIFTS HIM UP!

Gavin Kirkland: AKARI HAS DARYL UP IN THE AIR FOR THE MIDNIGHT STARFALL! AKARI IS GOING FOR THE SITOUT LAST RIDE POWERBOMB, BUT DARYL IS FIGHTING! DARYL IS NOT GIVING UP! DARYL WITH RIGHT HANDS TO THE FACE FORCES AKARI TO LET HIM GO–

Deadprez: DARYL GETS FREE AND LANDS ON HIS FEET AS AKARI TURNS AROUND—

Gavin Kirkland: Daryl kicks Akari in the gut and doubles him over AS DARYL GETS HIM POSITION—

Sienna Swann: Sweetie, we know what’s coming right now as Daryl lifts Akari up and has him positioned on his shoulder.

Deadprez: THIS IS ABOUT TO BE OVER! IF DARYL HITS THIS, IT’S OVER AND HE RETAINS THE TITLE AT PAIN FOR PRIDE! HERE COMES A LITTLE “MISERY LOVES COMPANY”–

Gavin Kirkland: OH NO! WHAT HAPPENED?!? DARYL WAS SHAKING REALLY BADLY!

Deadprez: HIS BACK GAVE OUT! DARYL TRIED TO KEEP AKARI UP LONG ENOUGH SO HE COULD HIT HIS VERSION OF THE STORMBRAKER, BUT IT BECAME TOO MUCH!!

Sienna Swann: Sweetie, Daryl has taken a lot of back damage in this match and the pain became too much for Daryl as he couldn’t complete the “Misery Loves Company”. This match has taken its toll on Daryl and all three of the competitors in this match.

Gavin Kirkland: That is not good at all as Akari was able to land on his feet as Daryl drops to a knee with a grimace of pain on his face. Daryl is trying to quickly recover as fast as he can, but Akari runs to the ropes.

Sienna Swann: Akari comes off the ropes AND DARYL TURNS RIGHT AROUND INTO THE “PEACH DREAM”! “PEACH DREAM” BY AKARI AND IT MIGHT BE A HORRIBLE NIGHTMARE FOR DARYL KINKADE!

Deadprez: AKARI GOT ALL OF THAT CLAYMORE KICK AND DARYL WAS HIT RIGHT IN THE JAW! AKARI THINKS THIS MIGHT BE ENOUGH AS HE QUICKLY SCRAMBLES INTO THE COVER! THIS MIGHT BE YOUR BEST CHANCE, AKARI!

ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEE!

TWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOO!

THHHHHHHHHHRRRRRREEEEEEEEE!

(DING! DING! DING!)

(The bell has rung and ‘Ichirin no Hana’ starts playing again as Akari has lifted himself off of Daryl and he looks to almost be in a state of shock as Gina Romano announces the final decision of the match.)

Gina Romano: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this contest….

Gina Romano: AND NEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW ELITE ANSWERS WRESTLING NATIONAL ELITE CHAMPION! AKARRRRRRRRRRRRRI KIYOOOOOOOOOOKOOOOOOOO!

Deadprez: HE HAS DONE IT, DAWG! THE MONUMENTAL RISE OF AKARI KIYOKO HAS BEEN TOPPED OFF IN THE BIGGEST WAY POSSIBLE! HE HAS WON THE NATIONAL ELITE CHAMPIONSHIP HERE TONIGHT AT PAIN FOR PRIDE!

Sienna Swann: Sweeties, I can see Ryan Wilson on the outside and he can’t believe it. When he wakes up, Daryl Kinkade probably won’t believe it.

Gavin Kirkland: Judging by the look on his face, I don’t think that Akari can believe it. BUT IT’S REAL! YOU’RE THE NATIONAL ELITE CHAMPION, AKARI! WOOOOOOOOOO!

(Akari has made it back to his feet as the referee hands Akari what is now officially HIS National Elite Championship. The referee raises his arm in victory as Akari’s eyes are focused on the title. He is doing his best to keep the emotion in check as he raises the title in the air one more time to the sounds of the cheering crowd as he leaves the ring.)

Sienna Swann: Sweeties, this was a hellacious triple threat match that honestly could have been won by any of the three competitors. Personal choices aside, they all fought hard and we should tip our very stylish hats off to them.

Gavin Kirkland: Ryan Wilson tried a few underhanded tactics to turn things in his favor, but it just didn’t work. Daryl Kinkade tried to end the match and keep the title, but it was all that back damage that came back to haunt him.

Sienna Swann: Daryl’s back gave out and it led to the Peach Dream making Akari’s dream come true at Pain for Pride tonight.

Deadprez: Ryan tried to steal the title. Daryl’s demise unfortunately started early on in the match with going through the table. They both fought hard, but it was not meant to be. This match and the National Elite Championship belong to Akari Kiyoko. Congratulations on winning your first title in Elite Answers Wrestling!

(The final shot shows Ryan Wilson sitting on the outside completely pissed off before cutting to Daryl, who is just starting to come to before cutting to the top of the entrance ramp as Akari Kiyoko once again raises HIS new National Elite Championship proudly before the camera shot fades elsewhere.)

(Pain For Pride returns as the next match graphic is seen flashing across the screen, causing the crowd to erupt into thunderous cheers.)

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(The camera returns as it goes to show Bella Braxton standing at the center of the ring. She has a smile on her face and a microphone in hand as she begins to speak.)

Bella Braxton: The following is a PURE RULES MATCH!!! And it is for… the EAW SPECIALISTS CHAMPIONSHIP!!!!!!!!!!!

(‘Rompe’ by Daddy Yankee begins to play through the speakers of the arena as the crowd erupts into thunderous cheers. The camera goes over to reveal Carmen Sánchez as she’s seen making her way out from the backstage area. She has a smirk on her face as she takes a glance around, taking a moment to take it all in, before then beginning to make her way down the ramp and toward the ring.)

Bella Braxton: Introducing the challengers, first… from Reno, Nevada… weighing in at 102 pounds… EL TIGRE… CARMEN SÁNNNNNCHEZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Rich Russillo: Carmen is making her Pain For Pride debut this year and what a major way to do it. She’s found herself so close to a Specialists Championship win and while she definitely has been halted from that these past couple of months, this time around, she’s going to make sure that she’s absolutely undeniable.

Thadd Blazevich: And she knows the competition that is standing in her way. At the same time, though, we know how rapidly she has improved from the moment that she has arrived in this company. She has this moment on the biggest stage possible, and she’s going to make sure that she doesn’t let it slip.

Persephone: I hope her ancestors know that she’s about to fumble a big Pain For Pride match. I’d imagine they’d be very disappointed in her.

(‘Bad Blood’ by Taylor Swift ft. Kendrick Lamar then begins to play up as the crowd erupts. The camera goes over, as Auburn Ware is seen quickly storming out from the backstage area. She has a dead serious expression on her face as she keeps her glare completely focused on the ring, ready and determined, before she begins to make her way down the ramp.)

Bella Braxton: And her opponent… from Bulawayo, Zimbabwe… weighing in at 119 pounds… THE PRODIGY… AUBURNNNN WAREEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Rich Russillo: Auburn is the one that chose the stipulation for this match, and ultimately, the reason why it’s happening in the first place. Her issues with Saori have been heavily documented as of late, and she inserted herself into this and made this a triple threat courtesy of Captain Charisma.

Thadd Blazevich: And I doubt that she’s going to want to let this slip, bro! She’s going to take this opportunity and use it and she’s not going to let anyone get in the way of that. Let’s see what happens.

Persephone: I really hope that bald, old man doesn’t show up during this match. I don’t think anyone wants to see that.

(‘Let Me Hear’ by Fear, and Loathing in Las Vegas begins to play up. The crowd immediately comes unglued into thunderous boos as Saori Aizen is seen making her way out. She has the Specialists Championship in her hands, taking a moment to pose with the title and embrace the moment. After a while, she then begins to make her way down the ramp.)

Bella Braxton: And her opponent… from Tokyo, Japan… weighing in at 130 pounds… she is the EAW SPECIALISTS CHAMPION!!!!!!!!! THE CONTROL DEVIL… SAORIIIII AIIIIIZENNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Rich Russillo: Here comes the Champion, who certainly has been reveling in the chaos surrounding her. It most definitely has to feel good to be able to walk into Pain For Pride as a Champion, but the mission now is making sure you can walk out with your hand raised high.

Thadd Blazevich: And Saori has shown in the past that she is more than capable of having what it takes, dude. And we’re just going to have to see whether that’s going to be enough against two Elitists who are just as hungry as she is to win this title. She’s going to have to find a whole other side of her.

Persephone: In a PURE Rules match… tsk. I know she’s mad about that. I’m mad about that!

(DING! DING! DING!)

Rich Russillo: And here we go, we have long awaited this Specialists Championship match and the time has finally come. Saori Aizen defends her title against two feisty competitors in their own respective nature. As she goes up against Carmen Sánchez and Auburn Ware in what is bound to be a FIGHT!

Thadd Blazevich: OH!

Persephone: SAORI SPRINTS FORWARD AND BOOTS THAT BITCH CARMEN RIGHT IN THE FACE!

(Carmen is taken aback by this as the force of the strike sends her through the ropes and out of the ring. She lands hard, clutching her face in pain. As Saori looks down at her, a smirk begins to creep onto her face…)

(… As she turns around to look at Auburn.)

Rich Russillo: And we know everything that has led to this point with these two. The culmination of a bitter and personal feud on the grandest stage of them all. The tension is at an all-time high.

Thadd Blazevich: But they need to remember as well that this is being conducted under PURE Rules! One wrong move and they watch the Specialists Championship slip away from them, bro, and that’s NOT what they want to do!

(Auburn hasn’t moved from her corner, continuing to keep her eyes completely fixated on Saori, doing everything that she possibly can right now to keep her composed. Saori doesn’t do anything either, she simply begins to slowly saunter toward her, as if she’s waiting for her to make the first move.)

(As Auburn takes a deep breath, that’s exactly what she does, moving forward and gesturing for a lock up. Saori, almost an amused look on her face, seemingly obliges out of interest in seeing what is going to happen next.)

Persephone: The two of them are beginning to jockey for position at the center of the ring, both of them trying to get the upper hand in what is looking to be a very boring, down the middle sort of match. Not my cup of coffee. Saori, though, is managing to get the better of Auburn as she pushes her directly into the corner.

(The referee quickly steps in, trying to force a clean break between the two of them.)

(Saori, on the other hand, isn’t entirely interested as she shoves the referee away. As he stumbles away…)

(CRACK!)

Rich Russillo: SAORI CRACKS AUBURN AGAINST THE FACE WITH A RIGHT HAND DIRECTLY TO THE FACE! A closed-fist punch while the referee wasn’t looking!

(Auburn almost lunges out of the corner, trying to get her hands on Saori, but the referee quickly stops the two of them, trying to make sure this doesn’t escalate any further than it already has. Saori smirks as she continues to pace back and forth, knowing that she has long gotten into Auburn’s head, and it’s all a matter of being able to pick the bones.)

(But they forgot about someone.)

Thadd Blazevich: CARMEN LAUNCHES OFF OF THE ROPES AND CONNECTS WITH A SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK TO THE BACK OF SAORI! SHE STUMBLES FORWARD AND COLLIDES WITH AN APPROACHING AUBURN! AND CARMEN MANAGES TO TAKE THE BOTH OF THEM OUT!

Persephone: AUBURN TRIES TO STUMBLE UP TO HER FEET, BUT CARMEN EXPLODES INTO THE AIR AND CONNECTS WITH A JUMPING CLOTHESLINE DIRECTLY TO THE FACE! SAORI TRIES TO COME FROM BEHIND AND STRIKE HER-

Rich Russillo: BUT CARMEN DUCKS UNDER THAT, AS SAORI TURNS AROUND AND IS MET WITH A STUNNING SUPERKICK DIRECTLY TO THE JAW! She then grabs a hold of Saori by the arm, making sure to keep her upright!

Thadd Blazevich: AS SHE RUNS TOWARD THE ROPES, LEAPING OFF OF THEM AND TAKING THE CHAMPION DOWN TO THE GROUND WITH A SPRINGBOARD ARM DRAG!

Persephone: Saori is forced under the bottom rope as she quickly retreats herself out of the ring, but before Carmen can do anything, Auburn quickly comes in and drives a knee directly into her abdomen! Auburn is beginning to beat her down now, realizing that this match has quickly shifted on its head since the opening bell!

Rich Russillo: She grabs Carmen by the wrist and sends her to the ropes, GOING FOR A CLOTHESLINE DIRECTLY TO THE FACE- But Carmen manages to duck under that…

Thadd Blazevich: AS SHE RUSHES TOWARD THE OTHER SIDE AND PUSHES HERSELF THROUGH THE ROPES, SPIKING SAORI AIZEN ONTO HER HEAD ON THE OUTSIDE WITH A SUICIDE DIVE TORNADO DDT!

Persephone: Carmen quickly climbs back onto the apron, and Auburn is charging at her- ONLY TO BE MET WITH A ROPE-ASSISTED ENZUIGIRI DIRECTLY TO THE FACE!

Rich Russillo: Auburn staggers back toward the center of the ring, and this gives Carmen the chance to get her into position, AS SHE LEAPS ONTO THE ROPES AND TAKES HER DOWN TO THE GROUND WITH A SPRINGBOARD CROSSBODY!

Thadd Blazevich: Carmen quickly hooks the leg and goes for an early pin attempt!

OOONNNEEE!!!

Persephone: But Auburn gets the shoulder up before two! It would’ve been really fucking funny if the match just ended there, right?

(Carmen sits up, nodding her head with a smirk on her face while the crowd cheers loudly for her. She knows that she’s being overlooked in this match, but there’s nothing wrong with that, it’s good to have doubters. If there’s one thing that she has proven since her arrival to this company, she was never going to be a pushover, and she’s going to do everything that she possibly can right now to sustain what she’s got going on.)

Rich Russillo: Auburn is hurt as she quickly rolls away in retreat, but Carmen doesn’t have her eyes on her, she rolls under the bottom rope and makes her way up on the apron. Saori is trying her best to recover on the outside of the ring, but she’s going to have to do something quick! Or else Carmen is about to take her out again!

Thadd Blazevich: AS CARMEN LEAPS OFF AND GOES FOR AN APRON HURRICANRANA TO TAKE HER DOWN ONCE AGAIN!

Persephone: NO! SAORI CATCHES HER ON HER SHOULDERS-

(CRASH!)

Persephone: AND SLAMS THAT BITCH SHOULDER FIRST DIRECTLY INTO THE SIDE OF THE BARRICADE! DAMN!

(Carmen crumbles down to the ground, clutching her right shoulder in pain as she screams in agony. Saori stumbles back due to the sheer impact and falls against the barricade, but she smirks… because she knows that she did something right.)

Rich Russillo: Saori grabs a hold of Carmen and picks her back up again, and she’s beginning to boot the right arm repeatedly! Trying to loosen her up! The challenger is absolutely defenseless right now in her arms, and this gives Saori the chance to set her up!

(THUD!)

Thadd Blazevich: AS SHE THROWS HER RIGHT SHOULDER DIRECTLY INTO THE RINGPOST! CARMEN CRUMBLES BACK DOWN TO THE GROUND AND I THINK SHE’S HURT, BRO! SOMEONE’S GONNA WANT TO COME CHECK ON HER AND FAST!

Persephone: But as long as this madwoman is in control, I doubt that she’s going to let that happen. Exacerbating this in a PURE Rules match is kinda nuts, but I’m not really complaining right now. Saori grabs her and scoops her back up, before rolling her under the bottom rope and back into the ring.

Rich Russillo: But before she can do anything, it’s Auburn that charges at her and begins to unload with a barrage of strikes! She’s immediately trying to sink her teeth into the Champion and do what she can to gain the upperhand!

Thadd Blazevich: Auburn grabs a hold of her by the wrist, sending her toward the corner with an Irish whip. Saori is backed up, AND THIS GIVES AUBURN THE CHANCE TO RUSH TOWARD HER AND NAIL HER DIRECTLY AGAINST THE JAW WITH A EUROPEAN UPPERCUT!

Persephone: Auburn then grabs her again and sends her toward the opposite side of the ring, building momentum, BEFORE RUSHING AT HER AGAIN- But thankfully, Saori has at least a few brain cells and manages to move out of the way just in time!

Rich Russillo: Auburn stumbles out of the corner as this gives Saori a chance to run to the ropes and back, BEFORE LEAPING INTO THE AIR AND CONNECTING WITH A FRONT DROPKICK TO THE CHEST TO TAKE HER DOWN TO THE GROUND!

Thadd Blazevich: Saori is right back up to her feet, and you can tell she’s in control of this match and wants to make sure that it stays that way, dude! CARMEN GOES FOR A CLOTHESLINE DIRECTLY TO SAORI AS SHE TURNS AROUND- BUT SAORI MANAGES TO BRING HER FOOT UP AND CONNECT WITH A BOOT DIRECTLY TO HER INJURED ARM THAT SENDS HER BACKWARD!

Persephone: Carmen stumbles back, trying to hold her ground, but you can see the pain written on her face right now as she tries to grit her teeth through it! She makes her way back toward Saori…

Rich Russillo: BUT SAORI GRABS HER AND TAKES HER DOWN TO THE GROUND, SPINNING HER DIRECTLY INTO A FUJIWARA ARMBAR!

Thadd Blazevich: Carmen is crying in agony right now as she tries to get herself out of the submission hold! But Saori is pulling back on that already hurt right arm and forcing her into an uncomfortable position! And that’s smart, look how close to the edge of the ring they are, she’s trying to force her to use her rope break!

Persephone: And Carmen is trying to twist her body out of it, but Saori grabs her by the head, beginning to elbow her repeatedly against the top of it and force her back down! And she’s quick to transition right back into the armbar and pry back! Just grab a hold of the ropes, bitch! Damn! Stop wasting our time!

Rich Russillo: AND THAT’S WHAT CARMEN DOES AS SHE REACHES OUT AND GRABS A HOLD OF THE BOTTOM ROPE! The referee quickly intervenes, and Carmen Sánchez has just used her first out of three rope breaks in this match!

Referee: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE-

Thadd Blazevich: And Saori finally releases the submission! Using that full five count to keep it in for as long as she possibly could! And Carmen is continuing to clutch that arm in excruciating pain! Definitely not the situation that she wants to be in right now!

Persephone: Saori gets back up to her feet-

Rich Russillo: BUT AUBURN RUSHES FORWARD AND CONNECTS WITH A RUNNING KNEE STRIKE DIRECTLY TO THE FACE!

Thadd Blazevich: Saori is taken down to the ground, and Auburn quickly grabs a hold of her and THROWS her directly into the corner! And she’s wasting absolutely zero time beginning to barrage her with multiple forearm strikes directly to the face!

Persephone: Auburn now grabs a hold of Saori and lifts her up, managing to use some absolutely unreal strength right now from a very small girl to turn the Champion upside down into a tree of woe position! And now Auburn turns around and rushes toward the opposite side of the ring, beginning to set her up!

Rich Russillo: AS SHE GOES FULL SPEED TOWARD HER, LEAPING INTO THE AIR FOR THE SHOTGUN DROPKICK! ATTEMPTING TO CONNECT WITH CLOCKWORK ANGEL-

Thadd Blazevich: BUT CARMEN HAS MANAGED TO RECOVER! SHE SPINS AROUND AND CONNECTS WITH A SPINNING HEEL KICK DIRECTLY TO THE FACE WHICH TAKES AUBURN DOWN TO THE GROUND! Saori is struggling to escape out of the Tree of Woe position, but Carmen doesn’t care! She turns around and begins to make her way to the top rope! OH MY GOD!

Persephone: LEAPING OFF AND GOING FOR A COAST-TO-COAST DROPKICK DIRECTLY TO THE CHEST OF SAORI AIZEN ACROSS THE RING! WHAT A STELLAR MOVE BY CARMEN SÁNCHEZ TO COMPLETELY WIPE OUT THE SPECIALISTS CHAMPION!

Rich Russillo: Carmen is back up to her feet, as she has her eyes on Auburn who is trying her best to recover! Carmen Sánchez has come back into this match in a big way and she’s looking to make sure that she has the momentum going forward! As she rushes toward the ropes, looking to set her up!

Thadd Blazevich: BEFORE LEAPING ONTO THE ROPES! GOING FOR A SPRINGBOARD POISONRANA TO TAKE DOWN AUBURN WARE!

Persephone: BUT THAT DOESN’T HAPPEN! Auburn manages to keep her on her shoulders! Carmen is struggling, trying to drive punches down onto the top of her head, but Auburn is refusing as she begins to bring her toward the center of the ring!

Rich Russillo: DROPPING HER DOWN AND LIFTING HER INTO A GERMAN SUPLEX THAT DROPS CARMEN DIRECTLY DOWN ONTO HER HEAD! SHE BRIDGES THE PIN AS THE REFEREE SLIDES DOWN FOR THE COUNT!

OOONNNEEE!!!

TTTTWWWWOOOO!!!!

Thadd Blazevich: BUT CARMEN MANAGES TO KICK OUT AT TWO! Auburn doesn’t look too happy right now with how this match has gone, but she knows that she can’t let it get the better of her. Because if her rage overtakes her, bro… then this match is going to fall completely out of her hands.

Persephone: I sure hope it does. We’re reaching the boring phase of this match, if this little girl snaps and shows some blood, then maybe I’ll find myself having a little more interest in this match.

Rich Russillo: Auburn begins to make her way back up to her feet-

Thadd Blazevich: BUT FROM BEHIND! SAORI SLIPS IN AND CONNECTS WITH A CHOP BLOCK DIRECTLY TO THE BACK OF THE KNEE! Auburn clutches her leg as she drops down to the ground, and now Saori is looking to take advantage of the situation!

Persephone: AS SHE GRAPEVINES AROUND THE LEGS AND LOCKS IN A KNEEBAR! AUBURN IS SCREAMING IN PAIN AS SHE’S FLAILING HER ARMS AROUND! DOING WHATEVER SHE CAN RIGHT NOW TO TRY AND ESCAPE OUT OF THIS, BUT SAORI IS REFUSING TO GIVE HER ANY SORT OF ROOM RIGHT NOW!

Rich Russillo: SHE’S USING HER BOOT AND BEGINNING TO NAIL HER WITH REPEATED SHOTS TO THE KNEECAP! AUBURN IS CRYING IN AGONY AND SHE DOESN’T REALLY HAVE MUCH OF A CHOICE HERE!

Thadd Blazevich: AS SHE REACHES OUT AND GRABS A HOLD OF THE BOTTOM ROPE! FORCING AUBURN’S FIRST ROPE BREAK!

(Saori releases the hold, rolling backward as she bears a look of satisfaction on her face, seeing the situation and managing to take advantage of it at the best moment. Meanwhile, Auburn clutches her knee, slamming the mat in anger, pissed off that she let that happen to her… along with the fact that it happened courtesy of Saori Aizen.)

Persephone: Auburn rolls out onto the apron, and that’s not particularly the place that you want to be, but what do I know? Saori is quick to make her way out herself, as she grabs a hold of her and brings her up, before beginning to repeatedly strike her against the back of her head! Trying to weaken her for a big move here! One that might very well take her out of the match if she’s not careful!

Rich Russillo: Saori now grabs her by the head, as she begins to set her up here! SHE’S TRYING TO GO FOR AN APRON DDT TO SPIKE HER HEAD DOWN ONTO THE HARDEST PART OF THE RING!

Thadd Blazevich: BUT AUBURN FIGHTS BACK! SHE RUNS SAORI FORWARD AND RAMS HER SPINEFIRST AGAINST THE RINGPOST! Saori clutches her back in pain, and this is the perfect opportunity for Auburn Ware to take advantage here, bro! Saori better watch out!

(THUD!)

Persephone: AS AUBURN LIFTS HER UP AND DROPS HER DOWN ONTO THE APRON WITH A HUGE FISHERMAN’S BUSTER! BOTH OF THEM TUMBLE DOWN OFF OF THE APRON AND LAND HARD ON THE RINGSIDE FLOOR! AND WHAT A DISPLAY BEING SHOWN HERE BY ALL THREE OF THESE COMPETITORS!

(The crowd in Canada tonight erupts into thunderous cheers. Auburn and Saori are splayed out on the ringside area, trying her best to recover back up to her feet, but it’s clear the two of them are struggling right now, especially after everything that they’ve already been through in this match. The referee is checking on the two of them, and as he does, both of them are beginning to slowly recover.)

Rich Russillo: Saori and Auburn are both beginning to recover, and I think they realize just how crucial this match has become right now! They’re approaching each other, looking to get back into the action…

Thadd Blazevich: WATCH OUT, BRO!

Persephone: CARMEN LEAPS OVER THE ROPES AND TAKES OUT BOTH OF THEM WITH A BEAUTIFUL TOPE CON HILO! WHAT A MOVE TO WIPE OUT BOTH OF HER OPPONENTS IN THIS MATCH!

Rich Russillo: Carmen is right back up to her feet, climbing up onto the apron and hyping herself up as the crowd erupts into thunderous cheers. But she knows at the same time that this is the perfect opportunity, and this is something that she’s going to have to seize quickly!

Thadd Blazevich: Carmen quickly makes her way over, grabbing a hold of Auburn and bringing her back up before rolling her back into the ring. Auburn is hurt as she staggers back up, trying her best to recover, but she doesn’t realize that Carmen is lurking! Looking to take advantage of this! SHE RUSHES TOWARD THE CORNER!

Persephone: AS SHE LEAPS UP AND FLIPS OVER FOR GASOLINA!

(…)

Rich Russillo: AND IT CONNECTS! CARMEN FLIPS OVER AND TAKES HER DOWN TO THE GROUND WITH THE SOMERSAULT CUTTER! AND SHE IS QUICKLY TAKING ADVANTAGE OF THIS AS SHE ROLLS AUBURN ONTO HER BACK! HOOKING THE LEG AND GOING FOR THE PIN ATTEMPT!

Thadd Blazevich: WE’RE GOING TO SEE A NEW SPECIALISTS CHAMPION, BRO!

OOONNNEEE!!!

TTTTWWWWOOOO!!!!

TTTTTHHHHHRRRRR-

Persephone: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Rich Russillo: AUBURN MANAGES TO BARELY SHOOT THE SHOULDER UP! She barely manages to get herself out of this, as she saves her chances in this Specialists Championship match!

(Carmen has to calm herself, realizing just how close she was to winning this match, but unfortunately it just ended up not being the case. She begins to slowly make her way back up to her feet, processing in her mind what to do next.)

Thadd Blazevich: Auburn is beginning to come to her senses, slowly crawling toward the ropes and clutching a hold of them, using them to slowly make her way back up to her feet, but Carmen is not going to let her go unscathed! She turns around and runs toward the opposite side of the ring!

Persephone: GOING FOR THE TIGER FEINT KICK! TRYING TO SET UP FOR LIVIN LA VIDA LOCA!

Rich Russillo: BUT AUBURN MANAGES TO GRAB A HOLD OF THE LEG JUST IN TIME! The move doesn’t connect, and Auburn is quick to snatch her ankle and begin to bring her toward the center of the ring! BEFORE TAKING HER DOWN WITH A DRAGON SCREW!

Thadd Blazevich: And we know what’s beginning to happen here! She’s beginning to set Carmen up! AND SHE DOES! SHE TRANSITIONS DIRECTLY INTO HEART BONES! THE CLOVERLEAF IS LOCKED IN, AND CARMEN IS SCREAMING IN PAIN! SHE’S SCRATCHING AT THE CANVAS AND DOING EVERYTHING THAT SHE POSSIBLY CAN TO TRY AND GET HERSELF OUT OF THIS PREDICAMENT, BUT AUBURN HAS THE HOLD LOCKED IN TIGHT!

Persephone: CARMEN KNOWS THAT THE ROPE BREAKS ARE VALUABLE IN A MATCH LIKE THIS! BUT AUBURN HAS HER TRAPPED! AND SHE’S TRYING EVERYTHING TO ESCAPE! SHE’S PRESSING HER HANDS AGAINST THE CANVAS! TRYING TO TURN HERSELF OVER TO GET OUT OF THIS! BUT SHE MIGHT NOT HAVE A CHOICE!

(…)

Rich Russillo: AS CARMEN IS FORCED TO GRAB A HOLD OF THE ROPES! THAT’S HER SECOND ROPE BREAK!

Thadd Blazevich: WAIT! NO SHE DIDN’T DO THAT VOLUNTARILY BRO! LOOK!

Persephone: SAORI GRABBED A HOLD OF CARMEN’S HAND FROM THE OUTSIDE AND PULLED HER TOWARD THE ROPES, FORCING HER TO CLUTCH ON FOR STABILITY! THE SPECIALISTS CHAMPION JUST SNEAKILY TOOK AWAY ANOTHER LIFELINE FROM HER OPPONENT!

Rich Russillo: Auburn still has the hold locked in, and I don’t think she realizes what happened, but Carmen does have a hold of the ropes and the referee is trying to force Auburn to let go of the hold! But look! Saori is climbing up onto the apron!

Thadd Blazevich: AS SHE LAUNCHES OFF AND CONNECTS WITH A SPRINGBOARD MISSILE DROPKICK DIRECTLY TO THE BACK OF AUBURN WARE TO TAKE HER DOWN TO THE GROUND! AND NOW SHE GRABS A HOLD OF AUBURN! SHE’S TRYING TO SET HER UP!

Persephone: SHE’S LOOKING TO LOCK IN COFFIN OF THE IRON MOUNTAIN! THE OMOPLATA CROSSFACE! SHE’S TRYING TO CINCH IT IN!

Rich Russillo: BUT AUBURN IS TRYING TO SQUIRM OUT OF IT AS BEST AS SHE CAN! SHE’S DOING WHATEVER SHE CAN TO ESCAPE RIGHT NOW, BUT SAORI IS PERSISTENT! SHE GRABS A HOLD OF HER BY THE HEAD AND BEGINS TO DRIVE HER KNEE DIRECTLY INTO THE FACE OF AUBURN!

Thadd Blazevich: OVER AND OVER AGAIN AS AUBURN CONTINUES TO GROW WEAK! AND SAORI HAS SOFTENED HER UP ENOUGH THAT SHE’S ABLE TO TRANSITION THROUGH! AND SHE’S LOOKING TO LOCK IN THE CROSSFACE ONCE MORE!

Persephone: BUT AUBURN INSTINCTIVELY GRABS A HOLD OF THE BOTTOM ROPE AND FORCES THE REFEREE TO INTERVENE AND BREAK THEM UP! SHE USES HER SECOND ROPE BREAK TO GET OUT OF THAT SITUATION! AND THAT WAS SMART, BECAUSE IT MIGHT’VE BEEN WRAPS FOR HER IF SHE LET HER FOLLOW THROUGH WITH THAT!

Rich Russillo: But once again, Auburn is not entirely happy that she just had to do that. Saori has certainly done a good job grinding her gears so far, and if she continues to do this, then I’m not entirely certain how this is going to continue to pan out for her!

Thadd Blazevich: Saori doesn’t look too happy that she wasn’t able to lock in that submission hold, but I’m sure that she’s going to get more than enough chances going forward to be able to capitalize on a situation like this. But I think her mind is beginning to race, as she turns around and makes her way toward the corner, looking to go for a top rope move perhaps-

Persephone: WAIT! CARMEN FROM BEHIND! SHE JUST SNUCK UP BEHIND SAORI AND TOOK HER DOWN TO THE GROUND!

Rich Russillo: BEFORE ROLLING HER UP INTO LA MAGISTRAL! A PIN ATTEMPT BY CARMEN RIGHT HERE TO TRY AND STEAL THIS VICTORY FROM SAORI!

OOONNNEEE!!!

TTTTWWWWOOOO!!!!

TTTTTH-

Thadd Blazevich: BUT SAORI IS BARELY ABLE TO KICK OUT JUST IN THE NICK OF TIME! Both of them quickly scramble up to their feet-

Persephone: BUT IT’S CARMEN WHO MANAGES TO BRING HER LEG UP AND CONNECT WITH A ROUNDHOUSE KICK DIRECTLY TO THE SIDE OF THE HEAD! She then turns around and runs toward the opposite side of the ring, BEFORE SETTING HER UP AS SHE TRIES TO ATTEMPT A WHEELBARREL BULLDOG!

Rich Russillo: But Saori is barely able to keep her up! She lifts her up into the air as she tries to dump her out over the top rope! But Carmen manages to land on the apron just in the nick of time! She turns around as she connects with a forearm directly to the face of Saori! She then begins to scale up to the top rope! She positions herself!

Thadd Blazevich: NO! SAORI COMES IN AND CONNECTS WITH A KICK DIRECTLY TO THE FACE TO STUN HER! She grabs a hold of the ropes, AS SHE LAUNCHES HERSELF ONTO THEM AND SPRINGS ONTO THE SHOULDERS OF CARMEN! TRYING TO TAKE HER DOWN TO THE GROUND WITH AN AVALANCHE FRANKENSTEINER!

Persephone: NO! WAIT! CARMEN MANAGES TO FLIP OVER AND LAND ON HER FEET ON THE CANVAS! SAORI TURNS AROUND, UNKNOWING OF WHAT JUST HAPPENED!

Rich Russillo: AS CARMEN FLIPS OVER AND TAKES HER DOWN TO THE GROUND WITH TROMPO! THE TWISTING RUNNING CROSSBODY COMPLETELY WIPES OUT THE SPECIALISTS CHAMPION! AND WHAT A MOVE BY THE CHALLENGER TO GET HERSELF BACK INTO THIS MATCH!

Thadd Blazevich: Auburn is beginning to stagger up now and Carmen realizes it! She quickly rushes toward the corner as she has her eyes set!

Persephone: GOING FOR A SECOND GASOLINA TO TRY AND TAKE HER DOWN TO THE GROUND!

Rich Russillo: NO! BUT THIS TIME AUBURN MANAGES TO SEE IT COMING! SHE RUNS UP BEHIND HER AND SHOVES HER FORWARD! SENDING CARMEN TUMBLING OFF OF THE TOP ROPE AND DOWN HARD ONTO THE RINGSIDE AREA!

Thadd Blazevich: Auburn is barely able to escape that situation as she doesn’t waste any time here! She quickly makes her way over to Saori who is trying to recover up to her feet after she got taken down to the ground by Carmen. AND AUBURN GRABS HER BY THE WAIST AS SHE LIFTS HER UP AND TRIES TO TAKE HER DOWN WITH A GERMAN SUPLEX-

Persephone: BUT SAORI MANAGES TO LAND ON HER FEET! AUBURN QUICKLY SCRAMBLES UP AS SHE TRIES TO COME TO HER SENSES-

Rich Russillo: BUT SAORI LEAPS INTO THE AIR AND WRAPS HER ARMS AROUND HER NECK! AND SHE HAS A GUILLOTINE CHOKE LOCKED IN! AUBURN IS WAVING HER HANDS AROUND! DOING WHATEVER SHE CAN RIGHT NOW TO TRY AND GET HERSELF OUT OF THIS! SAORI IS DOING WHATEVER SHE POSSIBLY CAN RIGHT NOW TO TRY AND TAKE HER DOWN TO THE GROUND, BUT AUBURN IS BARELY ABLE TO KEEP HERSELF UP ON A VERTICAL BASE!

Thadd Blazevich: Look at the strength of Auburn Ware right now! She positions herself and aims toward the corner, and she’s looking to make sure that Saori releases this hold before things get dire for her! SHE’S ABOUT TO RAM HER INTO THE CORNER!

(But while she’s suspended in the air, Saori manages to subtly shift her body weight and kick her legs out. Auburn begins to stumble off balance…)

Persephone: BUT SAORI REARS BOTH OF THEM TO THE LEFT AS BOTH OF THEM FALL AGAINST THE ROPES! AUBURN IS ABOUT TO TIP OVER!

Rich Russillo: BUT AUBURN THROWS HER ARMS OUT INSTINCTIVELY TO BRACE HERSELF AS SHE GRABS A HOLD OF THE TOP ROPE! BUT WAIT!

Thadd Blazevich: THAT’S A ROPE BREAK, BRO!

(Saori immediately crumbles off of Auburn and down to the ground in exhaustion, as Auburn looks completely bewildered. She is shouting at the referee, trying to convince her that it wasn’t a rope break, but deep down, she knows that it was, and deep down, she knows that Saori Aizen has managed to outsmart her again… again… again… again…)

(Fuck.)

(Focus.)

Persephone: Auburn is done bitching and moaning as she turns around-

Rich Russillo: BUT SAORI GRABS HER AND TURNS HER UPSIDE DOWN! WATCH OUT!

Thadd Blazevich: CLOSING FRANTICA CONNECTS! THE TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER SPIKES AUBURN WARE DIRECTLY DOWN ONTO THE TOP OF HER HEAD! AND SHE ISN’T DONE! SHE’S SETTING HER UP!

Persephone: TRANSITIONING RIGHT INTO COFFIN OF THE IRON MOUNTAIN! YES! TAP THAT BITCH OUT!

Rich Russillo: AUBURN ALREADY HAS A FIRM GRIP ON THE BOTTOM ROPE, BUT THE REFEREE ISN’T BUDGING! SHE ALREADY EXERTED ALL THREE OF HER ROPE BREAKS! AND NOW SHE HAS HER BACK AGAINST THE WALL NOW AS SAORI PULLS BACK ON HER HEAD! TRYING TO FORCE HER TO TAP OUT!

Thadd Blazevich: AND SHE LOOKS TO FURTHER SET IT IN AS SHE ROLLS HERSELF BACKWARD AND LOCKS THE SUBMISSION IN AT THE DEAD CENTER OF THE RING! AUBURN IS FLAILING HER ARMS AROUND! AND SHE MIGHT NOT HAVE A CHOICE HERE! THIS MIGHT BE THE END OF THE MATCH AS WE KNOW IT!

Persephone: SHE MIGHT ACTUALLY TAP OUT! WOW!

(…)

(…)

(…)

Rich Russillo: CARMEN SÁNCHEZ LEAPS OFF THE TOP ROPE AND BREAKS UP THE SUBMISSION ATTEMPT WITH A FROG SPLASH!

Thadd Blazevich: CARMEN LANDS RIGHT ON THE CHEST OF SAORI AS SHE STRUGGLES TO BREATHE, LETTING GO OF THE SUBMISSION AND FALLING AGAINST THE EDGE OF THE RING! AND I THINK WE KNOW EXACTLY WHAT SHE’S ABOUT TO GO FOR HERE! CARMEN TURNS AROUND AND RUNS TOWARD THE ROPES!

Persephone: BEFORE SPINNING AROUND AND CONNECTING WITH THE TIGER FEINT KICK DIRECTLY TO THE FACE OF SAORI AIZEN! THE CHAMPION FALLS BACKWARD AGAINST THE RING AS CARMEN QUICKLY SLITHERS ONTO THE APRON! SETTING HER UP! No way…

Rich Russillo: LIVIN LA VIDA LOCA CONNECTS! THE SPRINGBOARD STOMP CAVES THE CHEST IN OF SAORI AIZEN! AND CARMEN IS WASTING NO TIME HOOKING THE LEG AND GOING FOR THE PIN ATTEMPT HERE! NEW CHAMPION! NEW CHAMPION!

OOONNNEEE!!!

TTTTTWWWWWOOOOO!!!!

TTTTTHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

(…)

(…)

(…)

Thadd Blazevich: BUT AUBURN MANAGES TO LEAP FORWARD AND BREAK UP THE PIN ATTEMPT JUST IN TIME! SHE MANAGES TO COME TO HER SENSES BARELY ENOUGH TO SAVE HER CHANCES OF BECOMING THE SPECIALISTS CHAMPION! AND THIS HIGHLY CONTESTED MATCH CONTINUES HERE TONIGHT AT PAIN FOR PRIDE!

Persephone: Carmen is trying to push herself away as she stumbles toward the ropes, trying to catch herself-

Rich Russillo: BUT AUBURN MANAGES TO RUN FORWARD AND CONNECT WITH A HIGH KNEE DIRECTLY TO THE FACE! CARMEN IS SENT OVER THE TOP ROPE AND OUT OF THE RING! AND NOW AUBURN WARE IS LOOKING TO CAPITALIZE!

(Auburn has her eyes completely focused on Carmen, as she looks to set her up for something here. But as her eyes wander…)

Saori Aizen: -# (Off-Mic) What are you looking at…?

(Saori begins to chuckle, bringing herself up to a knee as she looks up to the sky, exhaling.)

Saori Aizen: (Off-Mic) Is this your truest desire, Auburn…? To finish me off… right here… in this ring…? It’s too late… I’ve already won… I’ve already won…

(Auburn begins to shake with rage, clenching her fist.)

Auburn Ware: (Off-Mic) Shut the fuck up…

Saori Aizen: (Off-Mic) Make me, Auburn… Make me… You lost everything… You lost your title… you lost your sanity… you lost… you lost…

(Saori is unable to contain herself, beginning to laugh maniacally as she buries her face in her hands.)

Saori Aizen: (Off-Mic) HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! YOU LOST DAMON!

Auburn Ware: (Off-Mic) SHUT UP!

Saori Aizen: (Off-Mic) HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-

(CRACK!)

Rich Russillo: AUBURN CRACKS SAORI RIGHT ACROSS THE FACE WITH A RIGHT HAND TO THE FACE!

Thadd Blazevich: THE REFEREE IS COMING INTO GIVE HER A VERBAL WARNING FOR THE CLOSED FIST PUNCH-

Persephone: BUT AUBURN TURNS AROUND AND SHOVES THAT MOTHERFUCKER AWAY!

Auburn Ware: (Off-Mic) GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF OF ME OR I SWEAR TO MOTHERFUCKING GOD I’LL RIP YOUR HEAD OFF YOUR FUCKING SHOULDERS!

Referee: (Off-Mic) :whoa: mb.

Rich Russillo: AUBURN LUNGES ON TOP OF SAORI! AND SHE WASTES NO TIME! BEGINNING TO BARRAGE HER WITH A FLURRY OF PUNCHES DIRECTLY TO THE FACE! LEFTS AND RIGHTS OVER AND OVER AGAIN!

(Auburn cries in pure, unbridled rage as she continues to slam fists repeatedly into the face of Saori. A large gash appears on the forehead of the Specialists Champion as blood begins to pour thanks to Auburn’s bloody knuckles caving into her repeatedly.)

Auburn Ware: (Off-Mic) FUCK YOU!

(Over.)

Auburn Ware: (Off-Mic) FUCK YOU!

(And over.)

Auburn Ware: (Off-Mic) FUCK YOU!

(And over.)

Auburn Ware: (Off-Mic) FUCK YOU!

(And over.)

Auburn Ware: (Off-Mic) FUCK YOU!

(And over…)

Auburn Ware: (Off-Mic) FUCK YOU!

(-# And over…)

(Until it all goes black.)

(Auburn’s movements begin to slow, as she becomes so overcome with emotion… that she nearly overexerts herself and completely passes out. Blood has completely smeared her face and her hands completely covered with Saori’s blood, as she nearly teeters over…)

(But she manages to just barely snap herself out of it. She keeps herself up as she shakes her head repeatedly, trying to force herself back to consciousness.)

(Too late.)

(Shit.)

Thadd Blazevich: SAORI GRABS A HOLD OF AUBURN AND PULLS HER INTO AN INSIDE CRADLE PIN! SAORI ROLLS HER UP AKIN TO FIGHTING SPIRIT! SHE’S TRYING TO STEAL THE VICTORY!

OOONNNEEE!!!

TTTTWWWWOOOO!!!!!

TTTTTTHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

(…)

Persephone: BUT AUBURN MANAGES TO KICK OUT! REAL BIG FUCKING MISTAKE THERE!

(Saori completely collapses down to the ground in exhaustion, covered in her own blood, as Auburn stumbles up to her feet, too shaken up to try and come to her senses right now. She tries to make her way toward the center of the ring and away from Saori.)

(Fuck.)

Rich Russillo: # GASOLINA!

Thadd Blazevich: SOMERSAULT INVERTED CUTTER CONNECTS ON AUBURN AND COMPLETELY WIPES HER OUT! AND CARMEN JUST CAME OUT OF NOWHERE WITH THAT MOVE!

Persephone: AUBURN IS COMPLETELY WIPED OUT! AND CARMEN QUICKLY HOOKS THE LEG AND GOES FOR THE PIN!

(Fuck.)

Rich Russillo: NO! WAIT!

Thadd Blazevich: SAORI AIZEN BARELY STUMBLES UP AND SHOVES CARMEN AWAY! SHE’S SENT THROUGH THE MIDDLE ROPE AND OUT OF THE RING!

Persephone: AND SAORI THROWS HERSELF ON TOP OF AUBURN INSTEAD FOR THE PIN!

(Fuck.)

OOONNNEEE!!!

TTTTTWWWWWOOOO!!!!

Rich Russillo: CARMEN HAS STUMBLED UP AS SHE QUICKLY STUMBLES UP TO HER FEET! TRYING TO BREAK UP THE PIN!

TTTTTHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

(…)

(…)

(…)

(Fuck.)

(DING! DING! DING!)

(‘Let Me Hear’ begins to play up once more as the crowd begins to erupt into thunderous boos. Saori Aizen is seen slowly pulling herself off of the body of Auburn Ware as she gingerly begins to make her way back up to her feet. The referee haphazardly makes his way over, checking on her considering her face is covered in blood at this point, but Saori doesn’t really care, she shoves him away and snatches a hold of her title, taking it and raising it high into the air.)

Bella Braxton: Here is your winner… AND STILL!!!!!!!! EAW SPECIALISTS CHAMPION!!!!!!!!!! SAORIIIIII AIIIIIZENNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thadd Blazevich: Wow, bro. I mean, what can you even say about that match?

Persephone: Completely fucking unnecessary crashout.

Rich Russillo: But can you really blame Auburn Ware for that happening? Saori was pushing her buttons the entire match, and she let it get the better of her. She got compromised by Carmen, and it allowed Saori to take advantage and reap the benefits, and now she gets the opportunity to walk into the next season with the title raised high into the air.

Thadd Blazevich: And that certainly has to eat Carmen alive to know that she’s gotten this far just to have the floor ripped out from under her, but at the same time, we also know that this is far from the end when it comes to her and her Championship desires. As for Auburn… well… I just hope she’s okay?

Persephone: Yeah, I guess you’re putting it lightly.

(As Saori continues to celebrate inside of the ring, Auburn has managed to roll herself to the outside. She leaned against one of the barricades, watching as she celebrated with the title that she felt should’ve never left her…)

(It certainly does not help what happens next.)

(As Saori turns, a smile creeps up onto her face… as Damon Lazarus enters into the ring.)

Persephone: Ugh. This old fucking man that everyone seems attracted to for some reason.

(Damon approaches her with a calm smile on his face, as Saori immediately runs up to him and brings him into a big embrace, knowing full and well that Auburn is watching on the outside. They share a kiss right at the center of the ring in what is a massive Pain For Pride moment.)

(Fuck.)

(Fuck.)

(Fuck.)

(Auburn buries her face in her hands.)

(She screams.)

(But she knows nobody can hear.)

(Nobody cares.)

(Nobody cares.)

(The last shot seen is Saori raising her title up into the air while Damon has his arm wrapped around her, all the while, Pain For Pride begins to fade out to elsewhere.)

(The graphic for the final match of Pain for Pride can be seen on the tron.)

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(The camera cuts to Stephie Love in the ring.)

Stephie Love: The following main event contest… IS FOR THE EAW UNIVERSAL WOMEN’S CHAMPIONSHIP, SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL!!!

Crowd: ONE FALL!

(The Stadium goes dark….)

(A woman’s voice speaks, narrating a story while some soft music plays. On the Tron we see the silhouette of a woman walking slowly toward the screen.)

Narrator: There once was a little girl named Siobhan Vladislav. She was never told bedtime stories, only how to survive the cruel, and cold calculating world that looked down on her and family. While other children wished upon stars, she wished for silence because it meant no screaming. No ridicule. No pity. No hands reaching for her. The world taught her a simple lesson before she ever became a woman.

Narrator: Mercy belongs to the privileged. Pain belongs to everyone else. So, she made a promise. One day the suffering would belong to someone else. That little girl buried her tears beneath cruelness and created something far more sinister. She fashioned a name from Roman mythology; the goddess of wisdom twisted into something infernal.

Narrator: Minerva.

(The crowd starts to scream in reaction, many boo but others cheer at the Hall of Famer’s name and what she has done. Suddenly a light shines a spotlight on a vulture at the top of the rafters.)

Narrator: She did not enter Elite Answers Wrestling to inspire. She didn’t come to make friends or sought out seeking acceptance. Minerva came to leave fingerprints around the throats of an entire generation. Every championship, war declaration, it didn’t matter, the pints of blood spilled upon these canvases became another page in her scripture.

(Suddenly eight knights dressed in old Romanian Blood Armor, each of them holding a stake and a body on them much like Vlad The Impaler would torture and kill their victims. All of them had a different body of it, they were props of course but each represented those that had fallen to her at this very Even Pain For Pride. The last was empty as they walked down the rampway and stood four across from one another.)

Narrator: The more they tried to break her, the stronger she became. She was branded, abandoned, betrayed. They burned her alive in every conceivable way and yet every wound simply became another layer of armor. Until Minerva forgot who she was. The cheers became intoxicating and the applause comforting. Siobhan allowed strangers to determine whether she was righteous or wicked. Smiling when they demanded it. Forgave when they expected it. She became the hero they wanted……instead of the monster she was born to be.

(As the Tron shows the silhouette still walking holding a rose, the Knights position themselves, and a hooded Romany decked out in jewels walks out, extending her arm as the Vulture flies and lands on it.)

Narrator: Then New Eden fell. The empire collapsed beneath its own hubris. Brotherhoods gone. Love became abandonment and the fires consumed everything. They believed Minerva died in those flames, but they were wrong. Fire does not destroy something that was forged within it, instead purifies. When the kingdom burned to ash…Siobhan Vladislav found what she had buried beneath the rubble.

(“Ashes of Eden” by Breaking Benjamin starts to play throughout the Centre when suddenly ash starts to fall from the rafters on top of the fans, they look around as ashes are starting to cover them.)

Narrator: Not hope, redemption or forgiveness. She found the REAL Minerva.. The woman who stopped asking permission and changed the script. The unapologetic and the one who remembered the promise she made as a frightened little girl. To make the lives of others a living hell.

(The silhouette of Minerva finally gets to the Tron and shows her devilish face.)

Narrator: And now she walks into the Pain For Pride’s Main Event of Night One with one final objective, not to merely become Universal Women’s Champion or to even defeat Milli Banks, those conclusions were always inevitable. She is here to prove that no matter how brightly a star shines, eventually…. The Ash covers everything. As the heavens begin to weep cinder, the ashes of Eden fall once more.

(The ashes continue to fall while the song plays and then without warning.)

BOOM!!!!!

(A huge explosion in the entrance way as fire starts to burn on the stage, and liner of the entrance way lights on fire. The fans look on in awe; others cheer and many boo but the entrance is so cool when a circle of fire forms on the stage. “Blood Milk, & Sky” by White Zombie replaces “Ashes of Eden” as the reaction gets louder. The red Blood Armored Knights stand with their spikes, on them are replicas of the fallen from all her Pain For Pride’s but there is one empty, meant for Milli Banks.)

Stew-O: THIS IS ONE OF THE SICKEST AND MOST AMAZING ENTRANCES WE HAVE SEEN IN THE EAW AND PAIN FOR PRIDE!

Jakle Mercer: I LOVED THIS WOMAN WHEN SHE WAS ON DYNASTY AND I LOVE HER NOW! LOOK AT THE RING OF FIRE!

(Slowly from the ring of fire emerges Minerva. She is dressed in all red blood armor Romany gear like Vlad The Impaler and Dracula. Standing by her side are Daniella Atlas and Selina Reyes both now in black after their match earlier without the titles they lost but it doesn’t matter. ToXXXin stands strong.)

Flannery McCoy: There is ToXXXin and look at Minerva’s outfit! She is decked out in blood armor style inspired gear!

(ToXXXin stand the ring of fire for a moment before they all step out. All three stand on stage as the fires keep burning in the entranceway and Minerva stands there holding a rose in one hand and a torch in the other. She then spreads out her arms….)

(Dragon Wings Form and extend across as the crowd explodes in cheers. The camera flashes go off as Minerva then pulls the torch toward her mouth and blows FIRE from her mouth.)

Jake Mercer: THE FIRE BREATHING DEVIL IS HERE! MINERVA HAS ARRIVED AND AFTER EVERYTHING THAT HAS HAPPENED BETWEEN HER AND MILLI THESE PAST FEW WEEKS! SHE LOOKS READY TO KILL SOMEONE!

Stew-O: I AM DEAFLY AFRAID FOR MILLI BANKS FOR ONE REASON; SHE PUSHED MINERVA TO THE BRINK AFTER THE CAR HIT AND RUN! MANY DON’T THINK MINERVA DESERVED THAT AND MANY DO AFTER WHAT SHE DID,. BUT THE IRE OF HER BROUGHT HARM TO MILLI’S SISTER!

(The Blood Armored Nights start to chant in Romany holding up the spikes with the “bodies” on them and cross it across the entrance as Minerva looks at Daniella and Selina, nodding as they all fist bump. They watch from the stage as Minerva slowly walks to the ring. Wings spread out as she walks through her guard and gets to the ring, where she drops the wings and then climbs to the top rope and points the blood rose at the fans, just then she holds her neck…..)

Flannery McCoy: SHE JUST SPRAYED A RED MIST AND IT IS DRIPPING FROM HER MOUTH LIKE BLOOD.

(Minerva drops down and takes off her hat and glasses, jacket and gear, then turns and stares with her red eyes right at the crowd as she sits in the corner with that red liquid dripping from her mouth, she then smiles.)

Stew-O: This is a very scary woman, and many will wonder why Milli Banks didn’t kill her in that parking lot.

Jake Mercer: Because Milli is afraid of Minerva! She tried to do everything within her power to not have this match happen! Look how many times she tried to take her down and while Minerva may not be at 100%, she sure looks it and let me tell you, a 50% Minerva can still beat anyone!

Flannery McCoy: We were there at Kingdom, we saw it then, but this time Hikari Kanno is not a factor, we are going to see who is the best tonight!

(Minerva’s red eyes just glare at the entranceway waiting for Milli Banks to come out.)

(‘Wipe Yo Nose’ by slayr can be heard throughout the speakers now as the audience responds immensely to the arrival of the Universal Women’s Champion herself. Milli Banks emerges from the back with the title wrapped around her waist, and her attire is especially allocated for the spectacle of Pain for Pride—sporting the colors specifically patterned to that of the New York Knicks, as the prominent blue & orange is immediately recognizable, with the number ‘11’ etched within the back of her attire in kind. She sports a focused expression while resting a palm over her championship & walking down the ramp.)

Stephie Love: INTRODUCING THE CHAMPION! From Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at 142 pounds…SHE IS THE UNIVERSAL WOMEN’S CHAMPION… ‘THE SUPERNOVA’, MILLIIIIIIIIIII BANKS!!!

Stew-O: And here is the champion herself! Milli Banks has been able to push the pace, and all the while surpassing every challenge that’s been set in her path & finally leading her to this moment of Pain for Pride! Tonight is another crucial defense for her second reign, one where her opponent is absolutely dangerous & looking to return the payback forward much like she will as well!

Jake Mercer: This is a match that truly can worry anybody for the potential strife they’re willing to inflict upon each other, we’ve already seen what they’re willing to do to one another with how drive-bys & families getting got’ have gone down! I’ve got a feeling we’re gonna see two elitists ready to do whatever it takes tonight, and it’s all for the Universal Women’s Championship! A HELL OF A MAIN EVENT WE HAVE FOR NIGHT ONE!

(DING! DING! DING!)

Stew-O: AND HERE. WE. GO. MILLI BANKS. MINERVA. FOR THE UNIVERSAL WOMEN’S CHAMPIONSHIP!

Flannery McCoy: AS MINERVA MARCHES FORWARD—ONLY FOR A SHOTGUN DROPKICK SPRAWLING TOWARD HER FROM MILLI SENDS HER INTO THE CORNER!!! Milli is now rushing back upward and immediately pouncing onto Minerva, as she’s not relenting back! Minerva is covering up as Milli is sending every single strike sprawling forward!! The referee is now counting down, as Milli is just unchained at this rate with how deeply rooted all of this hatred runs between the both of them! The referee is getting dangerously close to that five count, with Milli not allowing for any room here as she’s just running with all of this! Even shooting a brief glare at the referee, who has to understand that this match WILL NOT be able to follow the traditional rulebook due to how personal all of this has become!

Jake Mercer: And the ref’ seems to understand that! He’s letting this move ahead as the heated encounter that can’t be regulated under any safe regard–WHICH ALLOWS MINERVA TO IMMEDIATELY FIRE BACK WITH A BACK ELBOW!! Milli is staggered very briefly as Minerva is now tossing the champ’ into the corner and firing off!! The rights & lefts are pressing forward while Milli is trying to cover up in her own right, refusing to be brought down despite the heated nature of this encounter! Minerva’s own eyes are widened as she’s refusing to restrain herself, continuing to apply all of the offense in the world as now there’s no need to worry about any count from the referee!!! The Grand Rampage Winner is looking to break through Milli’s guard, no matter what it could possibly take to do so!

Stew-O: ‘TILL MILLI SENDS FIRE WITH A KNEE ACROSS THE ABDOMEN! An increasingly stiff knee at that which causes Minerva to drop down to a knee of her own, as Milli’s now able to spring forth more effectively–BEFORE POUNCING ONTO MINERVA WITH AN IMMENSE LOU-THESZ AS SHE’S MOUNTED OVER HER! THE PUNCHES ARE RAINING DOWN AS THE ANGER IS ABSOLUTELY RESURFACING FAR MORE HERE!! The lefts are being planted downward with as much accuracy as possible to break through Minerva’s guard from up top! Milli’s incensed here through all of the emotions that she could possibly feel, as there’s nothing stopping her from continuing to lay down all of the pressure needed in this match in order to make Minerva pay to the utmost degree for harming her own family!

Flannery McCoy: BUT MINERVA SHIFTS MILLI AROUND AND IS ABLE TO MOUNT HERSELF OVER HER NOW!!! The Black Rose rains down all of the rights that she possibly can onto Milli as she finds herself covering up for her own wellbeing, the referee can only look on as these two women are surely not gonna refrain from whatever is necessary in order to not just walk away intact, but to also make claim of the championship that became the cornerstone for all of this hatred!! Minerva is refusing to slow herself down—before Milli curls up and SENDS A SWIFT BOOT UP INTO MINERVA’S JAW!!! Minerva is forced to pull herself back as Milli is now getting herself up, and she’s rushing back toward the challenger with amplified quickness as she seeks out a SPINNING BACK ELBOW—

Jake Mercer: MINERVA DUCKS UNDER–AND SENDS A STAGGERING FOREARM ACROSS THE JAW OF MILLI BANKS!!! She put all of her power into that forearm and Milli STILL ain’t dropping down to the canvas after that!! She’s got a palm across her own jaw as she’s just shaking her head, visibly rattled but still kickin’ as she knows she can’t let herself be outmatched right here! Not right now!! She’s getting herself up, and Minerva is glaring back over to her as she doesn’t seem all too interested in allowing her the time of day to recover, LOOKING FOR A PROPER RETURN WITH A SWIFT LARIAT!!!

Stew-O: MILLI BOOTS HER ARM AWAY! Minerva immediately turns with the kick of her arm back toward Milli as she looks to follow up with an elbow–BUT MILLI SENDS A BLISTERING BACK ELBOW ACROSS THE TEMPLE OF MINERVA TO SUPPRESS HER FURTHER!!! Minerva is dazed beyond belief as she now finds herself shaking her own head, all of that frustration bubbling to the surface while Milli is shaking her own arm after the force that it took to send that pressure forward! You can already see the red that’s beginning to sprawl across their skin respectively, these strikes are being delivered with all of the strength that these two can possibly give on this stage! They are delivering each & every single blow as if they have nothing to lose! Minerva is now nodding to herself, as a slight grin begins to surface!!

Flannery McCoy: BEFORE SENDING A ROLLING ELBOW THAT KNOCKS MILLI BACKWARD WITH AUTHORITY!!! Milli staggers back into the ropes, left in a daze as the elbow has caused a sense of dizziness to sprawl into her own head afterward! Minerva placed immense pressure behind that elbow as well, as Mill is using the ropes to rebound forward while Minerva is standing herself upward–WHICH ALLOWS FOR A STUNNING SUPERKICK TO CATCH MINERVA ACROSS THE JAW COMPLETELY!!! Minerva is rattled for herself right now as she is now finding herself motioning backward, with Milli briefly dropping to a knee after sending the superkick forward! Minerva’s rebounding away from the ropes, back toward Milli Banks who’s now standing herself up MUCH TOO SOON—

Jake Mercer: AS THE CLOTHESLINE FROM MINERVA CAUSES MILLI TO FALL BACK AGAINST THE CANVAS!!!! Minerva applied all of her own energy in delirium to send that arm smacking itself across Milli in order to put her back down!! These two have been applying incredible pressure with just pure strikes alone, I don’t think I’ve seen a single actual maneuver in this freakin’ match yet! They’ve been throwing it down like their lives are really on the damn line tonight!

(Minerva holds onto her own jaw, allowing for a thumb to slide itself along her lower lip as she feels the crimson forming soon after. While Milli is bringing herself upward with the ropes, as Minerva develops a low smirk to herself, slowly nodding.)

Stew-O: I do not favor that look in Minerva’s gaze one bit, as Milli is now looking to bring herself upward while Minerva is HEADING ON OVER—AND SHE’S PRESSING MILLI’S THROAT DIRECTLY INTO THE TOP ROPE!!! MINERVA WRAPS HER ARM AROUND HER NECK WHILE KEEPING HER SITUATED AGAINST THAT ROPE!!! Milli is being effectively choked out with all of the pressure here as Minerva is absolutely wide eyed! She wants to end this just as quickly as it could possibly begin here, if Milli is incapable of finding her own way out of this choke then this is all gonna turn for the very worst shortly! BUT MILLI IS SENDING AN ELBOW INTO HER ABDOMEN! AND ANOTHER ONE! Minerva’s choke is weakening here while Banks is looking to battle her way through this with everything that she has!

Flannery McCoy: BUT MINERVA LETS GO—AND PROCEEDS TO RAKE HER SHARP NAILS DOWNWARD ALONG THE BACK OF MILLI BANKS!! MILLI IMMEDIATELY WINCES IN PAIN AS SHE DROPS TO A KNEE! Minerva is refusing to lose control here as she’s now looking to make this situation for the champion even worse from here! AS SHE’S NOW SITUATING HER KNEE UP AGAINST THE BACK OF MILLI’S NECK!!! PRESSING HER THROAT AGAINST THE MIDDLE ROPE AS NOW MILLI IS IN AN EVEN WORST POSITION HERE!! The referee is keeping a steady eye on Milli as this can surely turn for a result to Minerva’s liking if Milli is unable to keep herself conscious for everything else that is bound to come from this!

Jake Mercer: With the official not exactly able to intrude as there is a mutual understanding of what a match of this nature needs! Minerva finally lets off as Milli is just coughing up one hell of a storm, her face nearly turning blue after that choke against the middle rope! Minerva is now backing herself away, steadily nodding to herself as she finds herself looking to continue mounting up all of the trouble that can sprawl back to the Universal Women’s Champ’ from here! With Milli left fending for herself and leaning against the ropes, struggling to recover as quickly as she would like to from here, as she’s now looking to ensure that there are no loose ends, RUSHING BACK TOWARD MILLI FOR A STRONG BOOT–

Stew-O: MILLI SIDESTEPS AND SLAMS MINERVA INTO THE MIDDLE ROPE NECK FIRST!!!! NOW MINERVA IS IMMEDIATELY COUGHING UP A STORM LIKE THE WIND WAS JUST KNOCKED OUT OF HER!!! Milli is trying to catch her own breath here as Minerva is struggling to get herself together, continuing to cough without avail as now Milli finds herself trailing toward Minerva, who motions under the apron in an effort to recover more effectively while caught in a cautious effort of recovery!

Flannery McCoy: AS MINERVA TRIES TO SWING FROM OVER THE APRON—BUT MILLI TAKES HOLD OF HER ARM, AND SOON TRAPS MINERVA DIRECTLY INTO A CROSS ARMBREAKER THAT’S TRAPPED OVER THE ROPES!!! Minerva is in immense strife right now as all of the pressure is being placed onto her arm!!! Milli is refusing to let go of the submission for as long as she can uphold this submission!!! Minerva is even trying to lift her feet over the bottom rope in an effort to alleviate much of the pain that’s being placed onto her arm from the cross armbreaker!! Milli is refusing to give any leeway at this point while Minerva is still struggling to get Milli to let go!

Jake Mercer: ‘TILL MINERVA PROCEEDS TO SWING MILLI ACROSS THE TURNBUCKLE AS HARD AS SHE CAN!!!! AND AGAIN!!! AND AGAIN!!!! Milli finally lets go of the armbreaker but that time absolutely took a lot out of Minerva right now! She’s clutching onto her own arm here as Milli is still fairly groggy, with Minerva looking to bring herself upward as she’s looking to keep herself steady for as long as she can before returning back toward Milli here—

Stew-O: THE SLEEPER!!!! MILLI’S ARM WRAPS AROUND HER NECK AS MINERVA IS WIDE-EYED WHILE MILLI IS APPLYING A SLEEPER HOLD FROM WITHIN THE RING!! Minerva is quickly surveying the area and scouring around for how she can get herself out of this predicament!! The challenger thinks very quickly as she’s now shifting her own weight downward–AND ALLOWS MILLI TO FALTER RIGHT ONTO THE RINGSIDE FLOOR! Milli has been left to collapse onto the floor as now Minerva is remaining leaned back against the ropes, as all of this is certainly festering very strongly from here!

Flannery McCoy: As Milli’s now looking to bring herself back up to her own two feet, refusing to stay down for too long as we see that Minerva is trying to garner a much greater semblance of control for herself as she looks to get herself back into the thick of this match—

(## STOMP!)

Jake Mercer: OH NO! Minerva just stomped down onto the hand of Milli Banks that was set over the apron!!! Milli is immediately clutching onto her own hand, shaking her head as she’s grasping onto the hand while leaning against the apron—AS MINERVA IS NOW PRESSING FORWARD FOR ‘SATAN’S KISS’ HERE!

Stew-O: MILLI DUCKS UNDER—AND SHE IS ABLE TO MOTION HERSELF RIGHT UNDER MINERVA AND HOLD ONTO MINERVA’S LEGS!!! Minerva is wide eyed as she knows she’s in a bad spot!! Clutching onto the ropes as Milli is looking to drive her away! Minerva is now looking to escape this potential disaster of being powerbombed as she’s STOMPING DOWN ONTO HER FACE WHILE SHE CAN—

Flannery McCoy: MILLI CATCHES THE FOOT–AND YANKS MINERVA OVER & ONTO HER OWN SHOULDERS IN A FIREMAN’S CARRY!!! Minerva is squirming but Milli Banks has a steady hold of her is she motions toward the steel steps, AND LOOKS TO PUT HER THROUGH ALL OF THE STRUGGLE NOW!

(## THUMP!)

Jake Mercer: WITH A GOURDBUSTER ONTO THE STEEL STEPS!!! MINERVA IMMEDIATELY FEELS EVERY SINGLE BIT OF THAT IMPACT ONTO THE UNFORGIVING STEEL!! And now Milli Banks is refusing to slow down!!! She’s dragging Minerva over toward the barricade as she’s refusing to let up, not letting Minerva have any amount of breathing room that can bring her back into this heated match between ‘em! Milli is deadset on the barricade right now, as she’s now rushing herself forward with Minerva!

Stew-O: And hoisting her upward right over her own shoulders once more!! Minerva isn’t as quick in trying to make the retort back toward Minerva—AS SHE SLAMS MINERVA DOWN RIGHT OVER THE BRUNT OF THE BARRICADE WITH A SAMOAN DROP!!! Minerva is immediately wincing in pain as she drops right over the announce desk! Milli is keeping her breath steady, keeping herself in motion as she does not want to spend too long allowing Minerva any room to get herself back into this match! Milli will need to think quickly if she wants to maintain the control that she has right now!

Milli Banks: (off-mic) “Move! Now!!”

Flannery McCoy: And now Milli’s just directed the officials and timekeeper to move themselves out of the way—AS SHE’S TAKING A HOLD OF THE RING BELL!! And now the referee of this match is rolling himself out of the ring, as he understands that this match is bound to spiral out of control here!

Jake Mercer: And he won’t do a damn thing about it! Try telling THESE two badass ladies that they can’t throw down all across this arena all for the Universal Women’s Title! Let alone at THIS event! Milli has got a hold of the ring bell, nodding to herself as she’s now taking a step toward Minerva, looking to keep her down in one hell of an emphatic way as she’s RAISING THE RING BELL HIGH BEFORE SLAMMING IT DOWN ON HER HEAD—

Milli Banks: (off-mic) “AGHH!!!”

Stew-O: MINERVA STRIKES THE BRUNT OF THE STEEL CHAIR INTO HER KNEE!!!! MILLI’S KNEE IMMEDIATELY BUCKLES FROM THE PRESSURE AS SHE DROPS THE RING BELL!!! And now Minerva is gritting her own teeth with a palm along her lower back after being dropped onto the barricade! She just took advantage of a long standing ailment that has been made apparent on most of Milli’s big time matches! The champion is still clutching onto that knee after the absolute roughest part of the chair struck her where she hurts most!

Flannery McCoy: And now Minerva finds herself fixated upon the ring bell while it’s dormant, her eyes widening as she understands that there is a clear opportunity here to deliver quite the sizable punishment against Milli, and I don’t think she’s reconsidering… Oh my… She’s taking a hold of Milli’s hair from behind, with a tightening grip as Milli is trying to pry the grip away from her own hair!

(Milli’s attempts are fleeting, as Minerva’s eyes widen all the more with immense scorn toward the champion, before slowly grinning as she motions her head just over the ring bell with a steady slowness, in a manner of which she would prefer to find great enjoyment within.)

Minerva: (off-mic) “This… is the bare minimum, of what you fucking deserve…”

(## DING!)

Jake Mercer: GOODNESS GRACIOUS!!! MINERVA SLAMS MILLI’S SKULL RIGHT OVER THE RING BELL!!! THAT’S METAL THAT MILLI’S CRANIUM IS BEING SLAMMED INTO WITHOUT A SECOND THOUGHT! And look at Minerva! It seems that she is refusing to halt there as she’s finding all of the enjoyment in getting to deliver this much trouble!

(## DING!!!)

Stew-O: AND ANOTHER ONE FOLLOWS SUIT!!! MINERVA IS LIFTING HER HEAD UPWARD ONCE MORE AS SHE–

(## DING!!!)
(## DING!!!)
(## DING!!!)
(## DING!!!)

Flannery McCoy: MY LORD!! SHE IS REFUSING TO LET UP! MINERVA IS GRINNING FROM EAR TO EAR, EACH SLAM INTO THE SKULL DOING ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING TO CRACK MILLI’S SKULL OPEN AS BLOOD IS POURING FROM HER HEAD! MINERVA’S WICKED SMILE IS ALL THAT CAN BE SEEN FROM HER OWN DOING, WITH EVERYTHING THAT KEEPS MILLI FROM FIGHTING BACK!

Jake Mercer: AS MINERVA IS NOW LIFTING MILLI’S HEAD MORE HIGHLY… BEFORE LOOKING TO DRIVE HER BACK DOWN!!!!!

(## DING!!!!!!)

Stew-O: MILLI—

Flannery McCoy: SMACKS THE RING BELL ACROSS THE FACE OF MINERVA BY HER OWN ACCORD!!! MY GOODNESS!!!! Milli had some kind of wherewithal deep down to grab the bell just as Minerva was lifting her head to smack the bell across her temple!!! Now Minerva finds herself absolutely dazed, dropping down to the floor as she’s now left in a largely prone state while trying to recover!

Jake Mercer: As Minerva is rattled while Milli’s got a hand right over her own head, understanding that she’s got to have a real gnarly cut along her skull with the crimson that’s just flowing down from over her own head! But she’s getting herself up, and she spots Minerva trying to crawl herself back over to the ring bell, and quickly taking action while she can—AS SHE’S RUSHING FORWARD AND GIVING MINERVA NOT ANOTHER SECOND TO BREATHE—

(# DING!!!!!)

Stew-O: ’NOCTURNE’!!!!!!! MY GOD!!!! DOUBLE FOOT CURB STOMP RIGHT ONTO THE RING BELL!!!! MINERVA IS WIDE EYED AND IN SERIOUS DELIRIUM AS SHE IS IN IMMENSE TROUBLE RIGHT NOW!!!! Milli is refusing to let up on all of the heartache that she can dispel from herself deep down! Milli is breathing steadily as she’s now trying to move herself upward, with Minerva clutching onto her own head while slamming a fist into the floor!!!

Flannery McCoy: While Minerva is now left scrambling for her next move to make here, Milli seems to be unraveling all of the methods here in order to not just defeat Minerva, but to keep her down potential once and for all as a whole… I don’t think I favor where this match potentially goes from here.

(Milli deliberates quickly, yet each second is far longer than the previous as her thoughts delve into the next step… And soon enough, her eyes squint with focus.)

Jake Mercer: Now Milli is moving! And she’s taking Minerva along with her, keeping a steady hold of her as she motions back towards the main ringside area, with Minerva staggering along as now her own skull has been opened up with how that vicious curb stomp had her brain staggering in motion! Milli’s eyeing the ringside floor, but not before ensuring that Minerva doesn’t become too mobile for what’s next—AS SHE DRIVES HER INTO THE RING POST HEAD FIRST!!!

Stew-O: AND MINERVA COLLAPSES AGAINST THE POST! Left in a dormant state as now Milli is ensured that she won’t be making any sudden movements here! Not while she has all of the time in the world to make sure that Minerva is staying down for good!

(Then, Milli’s eyes squint further, as she examines the crevices of the ringside floor, and her next actions elicit an immense reaction from the Pain for Pride audience.)

Flannery McCoy: WHAT THE—MILLI IS PEELING AWAY THE RINGSIDE MAT!!! THE CONCRETE IS BEING EXPOSED FOR A SIGNIFICANT PORTION OF THE FLOOR!! Minerva is absolutely oblivious to what’s going on as her brain is still absolutely rattled right now, finding herself situated, trying to hide herself within the apron in an attempt to keep herself recovering!

Jake Mercer: But this can’t be the case for long!! Milli is now motioning herself back over to Minerva, shaking off the slight pain in her knee as she’s taking a hold of her tights, dragging her away from under the apron as she’s looking to make sure there’s no avoiding the catastrophe coming for Minerva—

Stew-O: BUT—HUH!?!?!

Flannery McCoy: THAT’S A HANDFUL OF THUMBTACKS THAT MINERVA JUST THREW DIRECTLY INTO THE FACE OF MILLI BANKS!!! MILLI IS IMMEDIATELY SWIPING THE TACKS THAT ARE DORMANT ALONG HER FACE! AROUND HER EYES!! Minerva was deceptively sneaky in being able to take that handful of thumbtacks from underneath the apron!

Jake Mercer: And she’s got the bag with her!! She dumps another handful into her palm before tossing the bag into the ring! The tacks spill out onto the mat while Minerva is now heading back over to Milli–BUT MILLI IS LOOKING TO FIRE BACK WITH A BACKHAND CHOP—

Stew-O: BUT A KICK DIRECTLY INTO THE KNEE CAUSES MILLI TO WINCE IN IMMEDIATE PAIN AS SHE BUCKLES DOWN TO A KNEE AGAIN!! Minerva is absolutely placing Milli through all of the trouble here while she still can! And now Milli finds herself dormant against the apron while Minerva seems all the more inclined in DOING SOME REAL BAD RIGHT NOW!

Flannery McCoy: AS MINERVA IS NOW RAKING THE BACK OF MILLI BANKS WITH THE THUMBTACKS ACROSS HER OWN PALMS!!!! OH MY GOD!!!! MILLI IS GRITTING HER TEETH IN IMMENSE PAIN AS THE TACKS ARE BEING DRAGGED ACROSS HER SKIN WHILE MINERVA RAKES HER BACK INTENSELY! THIS IS ABSOLUTELY NASTY IN EVERY REGARD POSSIBLE!!!

Jake Mercer: Not good at all for Milli Banks right now!!! She’s being put through the freakin’ ringer of what Minerva herself has always shown to be very capable of!!! The tacks are embedded into her damn skin from her back as Minerva is now hoisting Milli upward and into position, refusing to let up here as she’s looking for INCREASED INSULT TO INJURY FROM HERE—

Stew-O: HIGH ANGLE GERMAN SUPLEX INTO THE EDGE OF THE ANNOUNCE DESK!!!! OUCH!!!!! MILLI IS IMMEDIATELY ARCHING OUTWARD ON THE FLOOR IN IMMENSE PAIN AFTER THAT!!! And now Minerva is not looking to slow herself down! She’s getting herself back up, taking a grasp of Milli’s hair as she’s now dragging her back into the ring! Milli finds herself in increased trouble here as the champion doesn’t want to remain dormant for long! Minerva is already following her into the ring, not giving her the chance to recover!

Flannery McCoy: As Minerva is now dragging her own foot along the thumbtacks that are scattered across the canvas, with Milli trying to get herself motioning upward despite the trouble she will inevitably find herself in, and now the sole of her own boot is completely covered with all of the tacks as soon as MILLI RISES UP TO A KNEE—

Minerva: (off-mic) ”Fuck you.”

Jake Mercer: BANG!!!! ’THE DEVILS TOUCH’ WITH THE COATED THUMBTACKS SPRAWLING ACROSS THE JAW OF MILLI BANKS!!!! GOOD GRIEF THAT WAS ROUGH! MILLI SPIT OUT BLOOD IMMEDIATELY AFTER BEING NAILED BY THAT VICIOUS SUPERKICK!

Stew-O: AND MILLI NEARLY SLUMPS DOWN! SHE’S SLIGHTLY LIMP ALONG THE CANVAS AS MINERVA IS LOOKING TO CONTROL HER BREATH, BACKING UP AGAINST THE ROPES! Milli is… Wait… She’s not out of it!!!

(Milli spits out more blood, breathing heavily as she’s shaking her own head, her gaze rising back up to Minerva as she allows for a bloody low grin to form on her own crimson mask of a face.)

Milli Banks: (off-mic) “The fuck was that…?”

Flannery McCoy: MILLI IS JUST, TALKING RIGHT UP TO HER! SHE’S ACCEPTING OF ALL THE PRESSURE—AND MINERVA RETURNS IN KIND WITH ANOTHER ‘DEVILS TOUCH’ THAT SPRAWLS ACROSS HER JAW!! This time with nothing given to Milli in the form of reprieve, now dragging her back up to her feet with all of the strength that she can garner from here, as she’s looking to SLAM HER DOWN!

Jake Mercer: WITH ‘PARADISE LOST’!!!! MILLI FALTERS BACK AS MINERVA IS ABLE TO SLAM HER DOWN!!! And now Milli is left completely laid out while Minerva finds the wherewithal to hook the leg from here!!! The cover has been made!!!!

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

Referee:TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

Referee: THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE—

Stew-O: NOT ENOUGH!!! Milli is more than capable of doing all that she can to keep himself in here… While Minerva… I am uncertain of what is going through her own mind right about now… As she now finds herself motioning out of the ring, and she’s took it upon herself to retrieve a tool box from underneath the apron here…

Flannery McCoy: Returning back to the ring now with the tool box, and she isn’t refraining from simply dumping much of the said tools and contents out from the box & directly onto the mat! There is no holding back for Minerva here… As she’s… Uh… Is that???

Jake Mercer: A BOX CUTTER?!?!?! THIS ISN’T VOLTAGE!!! WE JUST GOT STARTED WITH PAIN FOR PRIDE AND SHE’S READY TO MAKE A KILLING HAPPEN TONIGHT!!! MILLI NEEDS TO GET OUT OF THERE!!!!

Minerva: (off-mic)” Run me over… Tried to keep me away, from this…”

(Minerva sends a blistering kick across the abdomen of Milli, causing Milli to groan in pain as she’s immediately clutching onto her own midsection, with Minerva now situating herself over Milli, her glare emphasizing itself through her own crimson mask, as she grips the box cutter firmly in her own palm.)

Minerva: (off-mic) From… THIS….

Stew-O: ## MINERVA SWINGS DOWN INTO MILLI’S LEFT EYE!!!!

Milli Banks: (off-mic) ”AGHHH!!!!!!’”

Flannery McCoy: ## MILLI GRASPS ONTO THE BLADE WITH A PALM!!!!

Jake Mercer: MILLI IS TRYING TO KEEP THE BOX CUTTER AWAY FROM HER OWN EYE BUT MINERVA IS PRESSING ALL OF HER ENERGY DOWNWARD!! SHE CAN’T KEEP IT BACK FOR LONG!!! SHE JUST CAN’T!!!

Minerva: (off-mic) “LET IT HAPPEN… JUST LET IT… HAPPEN…”

Stew-O: ## SHE’S CLOSING IN—

(## SPIT!!!!!!)

Flannery McCoy: MILLI HURLS A SPIT FULL OF BLOOD & SALIVA ALIKE INTO MINERVA’S OWN EYE!!! SHE GOT TOO CLOSE FOR COMFORT AND ALLOWED MILLI TO RETORT!! Minerva immediately lets off of Milli as she’s wiping the spit away from her own eye, as Minerva’s groans in frustration before looking to rush back toward Milli—

Stew-O: ## MILLI WITH A CHAIN!!!

Jake Mercer: DOMES MINERVA ACROSS THE FREAKIN’ JAW WITH A CHAIN-WRAPPED BACKHAND CHOP!!!! Minerva is rattled but not out of it!! She’s refusing to be knocked down entirely as she shakes her own head, with Milli glaring toward her as all of the malice is making itself as apparent as possible when trying to see just how much more punishment she can make Minerva take!

Stew-O: As she’s now wrapping the chain more effectively along her own elbow, as Minerva’s trying to motion herself back up to her feet as quickly as she possibly can—ONLY FOR A CHAIN-WRAPPED SPINNING BACK ELBOW TO CATCH MINERVA ACROSS THE TEMPLE!!! Minerva drops down!!! Milli is trekking herself over, and now she’s ensuring that chain wraps itself right around her knee, the very chain that fell from the tool box that’s ultimately catching up with Minerva! And with a single grip of her wrist… MILLI DRIVES HER KNEE FORWARD—

Flannery McCoy: ’MEGIDOLADYNE!!!!! WITH THE CHAIN WRAPPED AROUND THE KNEE!!!! MINERVA SLUMPS INWARDS AND DOWN ONTO THE CANVAS AS MILLI DROPS HERSELF DOWN FOR THE COVER! HOOKING THE LEG!!!

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

Referee:TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

Referee: THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE—

Jake Mercer: KICK OUT!!! MINERVA IS ABLE TO KEEP HERSELF STEADY IN THIS MATCH DESPITE THE CHAIN-WRAPPED KNEE!!!! THIS MATCH IS STILL ON!

(Yet, despite the kickout—Milli held onto Minerva’s wrist regardless, steadily bringing herself upward as she shook her own head slowly, dragging Minerva upward in a seated position, glaring down upon her while keeping the wrist held.)

Milli Banks: (off-mic) ”Fuck you.”

Stew-O: A REGULAR ‘MEGIDOLADYNE’ SPRAWLS AGAINST MINERVA’S TEMPLE!!!! AND MILLI IS TEETERING A BIT TRYING TO BALANCE ON A WEAKENED KNEE, BUT SHE IS MORE THAN CAPABLE OF KEEPING HERSELF STABLE ENOUGH!!

(Milli refuses to let go, her grasp onto Minerva’s wrist becoming an iron clad promise of the pain she promised to deliver upon, as she drags Minerva upward to a seated position once more, shaking her head.)

Milli Banks: (off-mic) ”Fuck… you…”

Flannery McCoy: AND AGAIN!!! THE KNEE IS SPRAWLING AGAINST HER MOUTH THIS TIME!!! DEFINITELY CAUGHT MINERVA OFF GUARD AS SHE’S IMMEDIATELY CLUTCHING ONTO HER JAW WITH HER FREE HAND!

(Milli begins to send repeated boots across her temple, shaking her own head with a more reflexive refrain.)

Milli Banks: (off-mic) ”You don’t get to run from this, I’d never let you… Face it… FACE IT…”

(Minerva slowly brings her glance upward, as she’s incurred a slightly split lip along the corner, licking the precise cut where blood is most prominent, with a sly, peculiar smile, all too familiar to the look Milli managed to give earlier.)

Minerva: (off-mic) ”Heh… No wonder, you needed a car, for your pathetic dirty work…”

(Milli’s eyes squint immensely.)

(## SMACK!!!!)

Stew-O: AND MILLI WITH AN IMMENSE SMACK ACROSS MINERVA!!! SMACKING THE TASTE OUT OF HER MOUTH AS SHE’S NOW MOTIONING MINERVA OVER TOWARD THE THUMBTACKS!! MILLI IS SIGNALING THE END OF THIS MATCH TO COME, AND IT SEEMS AS IF MINERVA DOESN’T HAVE A RETORT FOR THIS ONE! LOOKING FOR THE EMPHATIC STATEMENT!!!

Flannery McCoy: ## LOOKING FOR ‘NORTH STAR’!!!!!

Jake Mercer: MINERVA DRIVES HER BOOT RIGHT DOWN INTO THE BACK OF MILLI’S KNEE!!! MY LORD!!! Milli is forced to drop Minerva as she can’t commit to the maneuver that’s brought an end to so many of her matches!! Minerva is bringing herself upward, nodding to herself in spite of everything that Milli finds herself enduring through with this knee as she’s utilizing all of the willpower that she could possibly have!

Stew-O: ‘TILL MINERVA SENDS A STAGGERING ‘SATAN’S KISS’ THAT SENDS MILLI STUMBLING THROUGH THE ROPES AND ONTO THE APRON!!! MILLI IS IN TROUBLE!!! IMMENSE TROUBLE AT THAT!!!

Flannery McCoy: As Minerva has a very watchful eye of where Milli Banks is now situated along, and her grin is soon rising upward! Milli is trying to hold herself upward, her hands grasping onto those ropes as she’s doing everything that she possibly can to prevent the—WHAT IS SHE, HELLO!!?!?? MINERVA IS SPRINTING TOWARD HER!!!!

Jake Mercer: # AND MOTIONING THROUGH THE ROPES & RIGHT OVER MILLI BANKS—

(# THUMP!!!!!!)

Stew-O: ## OH MY GOD!!!!!!

Flannery McCoy: # SUNSET FLIP POWERBOMB ONTO THE EXPOSED CONCRETE FLOOR!!!!!!

Jake Mercer: HOLY SMOKES!!!!! MILLI BANKS IMMEDIATELY PROTECTED THE BACK OF HER HEAD FROM THE IMPACT!!! BUT HER ENTIRE BACK SUFFERED THE IMPACT OF THAT CONCRETE!!!

Stew-O: Now the referee is immediately sliding out of the ring to check on both women, but the attention is absolutely focused on Milli!! Minerva herself is also hurting from that maneuver, landing flat into a seated position that took out a great deal from her own tailbone! But she’s able to bring herself up to her feet with the apron! Meanwhile, Milli still hasn’t been able to return back into this match!!!

(The urgency immediately sets in for Minerva, her eyes widening with switftness—Milli is vulnerable.)

Minerva: (off-mic) ”Out of.. OUT OF THE WAY!!!!”

Flannery McCoy: MINERVA SHOVES THE REFEREE AWAY! AND NOW SHE’S DRAGGING MILLI UPWARD, NOT WASTING ANOTHER SECOND AS SHE TOSSES HER BACK INTO THE RING!!!

Jake Mercer: Milli is trying to get herself back up—BUT SHE CAN’T!!! THAT CONCRETE TOOK THE WIND OFF HER DAMN SAILS!!! Minerva is back in the ring, and she’s dragging Milli right over before she even gets the chance to fight back!!! SHE GOT HER—

Stew-O: # INTO ‘ATLAS FALLS’!!!!

Jake Mercer: BANG!!!! SPIKES MILLI INTO THE CANVAS!!!! MINERVA IS NOW DRAPING HERSELF OVER MILLI FOR THE COVER!!!!

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

Referee:TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

Referee: THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Stew-O: WHAT!?! MILLI KICKS OUT!!! MINERVA IS NOW WIDE EYED!!! SHE DOESN’T BELIEVE THAT SHE WOULD BE ABLE TO DO SO!!!

Flannery McCoy: But just look at Milli!! She’s struggling greatly and going through all of the trouble here, and here’s everything that’s on the line between the two! Now Minerva is bringing herself upward, and she takes back the box cutter…

Jake Mercer: Although it seems that Minerva has got other ideas here!!! ‘CAUSE SHE’S CUTTING UP THE RING MAT ITSELF!!! SHE’S TEARING THE SOFT CANVAS AWAY AND HAS JUST EXPOSED A SIZABLE AMOUNT OF THE RING WITH WOOD!!! This isn’t good!!! Milli is in trouble!!!

(Soon before long, Minerva is clutching onto the wrist of Milli Banks, dragging her upwards slowly as she breathes heavily, not allowing for any other motion to be made from here before taking immediate action.)

Minerva: (off-mic) ”She… deserved what happened…;

(## POW!!!!)

Stew-O: OH NO!!!!! ’MEGIDOLADYNE’????? MINERVA JUST USED MILLI BANKS’ OWN KNEE AGAINST HER!!!! SPRAWLING ACROSS HER TEMPLE WITH VISIBLE EFFECT THERE AS WELL!!!!

Flannery McCoy: THIS IS IMMENSE INSULT TO INJURY!!! NOW MINERVA IS DRAGGING MILLI OVER TOWARD THE CONCRETE FLOOR WITH AS MUCH SWIFTNESS AS SHE CAN!!! NOW LOOKING TO HOIST MILLI AROUND & OVER HER SHOULDER!!!!

Jake Mercer: AS SHE’S NOW JUST ONE NOTCH AWAY FROM PUTTING AN EMPHATIC END TO THIS MATCH!!! MINERVA IS LOWERING MILLI RIGHT INTO POSITION—

Stew-O: # INTO ‘A CLOCKWORK ORANGE’ RIGHT ONTO THE EXPOSED WOOD!

Flannery McCoy: MILLI SHOVES THUMBTACKS INTO MINERVA’S MOUTH!!! BEFORE MINERVA COULD EVEN COMMIT TO THE MANEUVER IN TIME!!!! MINERVA IMMEDIATELY LETS GO AS MILLI STUMBLES BACKWARD & INTO THE ROPES—

Jake Mercer: BEFORE SENDING A SUPERKICK INTO MINERVA’S MOUTH!!!!! THE SAME MOUTHFUL OF TACKS!!!! MINERVA IS TRYING TO SPIT ALL OF THEM OUT WHILE MILLI IS GLARING DOWN UPON HER!!! ALL OF THE TROUBLE SHE COULD POSSIBLY FIND HERSELF IN!

Milli Banks: (off-mic) ’FUCK YOU!!!!!’

Stew-O: # ‘NOCTURNE’ ONTO THE EXPOSED WOOD!!!! MINERVA’S SKULL IS STOMPED ONTO THE WOOD!!!!!

Flannery McCoy: AND MINERVA IS DOWN!!!! SHE’S DOWN AND OUT BUT MILLI IS IMMEDIATELY CLUTCHING ONTO HER OWN KNEE!!! SHE IS ABLE TO BRING HERSELF OVER MINERVA TO MAKE THE COVER!!!

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

Referee:TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

Referee: THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

Jake Mercer: NO!!!!! KICK OUT!!!! MINERVA IS ABLE TO KICK OUT—

Stew-O: WITH MILLI KEEPING AN ARM WRAPPED AROUND MINERVA’S HEAD!!! SHE’S DRAGGING MINERVA UPWARD AND NOT LETTING A MOMENT BE WASTED HERE AS MINERVA IS STILL STRUGGLING TO EVEN KEEP HERSELF UP RIGHT NOW! STEADYING HER OWN STANCE, BEFORE RUSHING OFF TOWARD THE ROPES & REBOUNDING OFF OF THEM!

Flannery McCoy: TORNADO DDT!!!! MILLI SPIKES MINERVA DOWN ONTO THE THUMBTACKS!!!! MINERVA IS NEARLY LIMP—BUT MILLI TRANSITIONS MINERVA INTO THE POTENTIAL EXCLAMATION POINT OF THIS MATCH!!!

Jake Mercer: # ‘STRANGE JOURNEY’!!!!!

Stew-O: ARM-TRAPPED KIMURA LOCK IS APPLIED!!!!! MINERVA IS ALREADY FALTERING IMMENSELY WHILE MINERVA SEEMS TO NEARLY BE OUT OF IT!!! RIGHT HERE AT PAIN FOR PRIDE!!! MILLI BANKS IS YELLING OUT AS THE STRAIN OF UPHOLDING THIS SUBMISSION IS TAKING ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING THAT SHE’S POSSIBLY GOT! MILLI IS LOOKING TO RETAIN!

Flannery McCoy: AND LOOK AT MINERVA!!! I DON’T THINK SHE’S GONNA MAKE IT!!! IT’S ALL BECOME TOO MUCH FOR HER TO TAKE AFTER ALL THAT SHE HAS ALREADY BEEN THROUGH!!!

Jake Mercer: AND NOW THE OFFICIAL IS MOTIONING HIMSELF RIGHT OVER TO MINERVA!

(The referee slides on over, assessing the submission as Milli is absolutely spent, but refusing to let go of the arm-trapped Kimura Lock while Minerva’s eyes are heavy-lidded, indicating the slip toward unconsciousness.)

Referee: MINERVA! ARE YOU IN THERE?? I NEED A RESPONSE!

(Minerva remains unable to make a retort of any sort, her gaze lowering.)

Referee: MINERVA!

Jake Mercer: I-I DON’T BELIEVE IT!!!! THE REFEREE—

Stew-O: ## IS CALLING FOR THE BELL!

(CRRRUNCHHH….)

Minerva: (off-mic) ”N-NO….’

(Minerva is squirming within the submission, despite her arms being trapped… as a slow, agonizing crunch can be heard along one of her own shoulders.)

Minerva: (off-mic) “NNNOOO….. N-NOOOOOO…..”*

(## CRRRRUNCHHHHH…..)

Flannery McCoy: WHAT IN THE WORLD….

(However, as the crunch continues to intensify within her shoulder to a staggering degree, the threshold of pain being pushed to the very brink—this became the risk, she was willing to take.)

Minerva: (off-mic) ”NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!”

(# CRRRRUUUUUNCHHHHHHHH!!!!)

Jake Mercer: ## HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!!!

Stew-O: ## MINERVA JUST POPPED A SHOULDER OUT OF ITS SOCKET–TO FREE HER OTHER ARM OUT OF THE SUBMISSION!!!!!

Flannery McCoy: ## AND SHE GRABS THE BOX CUTTER!!!!

(# STAB!!!!!!!)

Milli Banks: (off-mic) ”AGHHH!!!!”

Jake Mercer: AND STABS THE BOX CUTTER INTO HER LOWER THIGH!!!! MILLI IS FORCED TO LET GO AS MINERVA AS NOW MOTIONING UPWARD! OPERATING ON PURE ADRENALINE!!!! MILLI IS TRYING TO HELP HERSELF HERE AS SHE’S LOOKING TO GET UP!

Stew-O: BUT MINERVA’S STABBING BACK INTO HER WHILE SHE MOVES AWAY—

(# STAB!!!!!!!)

Milli Banks: (off-mic) -# HEAH—

(In a flash, the scream dies in her voice as the box cutter finds itself embedding itself directly into her own midsection, just above the hip. Milli’s breath is immediately halted, the pain within the wound along her thigh no longer registering.)

(She drops downward, as the blood immediately pours downward from the newfound wound while the box cutter is still embedded, unable to find the wherewithal to stand before she drops down to her knees.)

(Milli’s reeling—in her own mind, in every avenue of reality where she has lost before… At the very brink of her own capabilities, this state of being signified the end.)

Flannery McCoy: OH MY GOD!!!!!! INTO THE MIDSECTION!!! JUST ABOVE HER HIP!!!! MILLI IS WIDE EYED AS THE YELL DIES IN HER STUNNED STATE! MILLI DROPS TO HER KNEES! LEFT IN A STATE OF SHOCK AS THE BOX CUTTER IS LOGGED WITHIN HER!!!

Jake Mercer: WHICH ALLOWS MINERVA TO THINK QUICKLY—AND RESORTS TO DRAGGING MILLI DIRECTLY INTO DISASTER!!!!

Stew-O: # ‘A CLOCKWORK ORANGE’!!!!!!!

Flannery McCoy: THAT’S ENOUGH!!!! THAT’S MORE THAN ENOUGH!!!! MILLI COLLAPSES ONTO THE CANVAS—BUT MINERVA’S SHOULDER IS REMAINING AN ISSUE!!!! SHE HASN’T HAD THE TIME OR ENERGY TO POP IT BACK IN!!!

Jake Mercer: BUT EVENTUALLY, AFTER AGONIZING SECONDS, SHE BRINGS HERSELF RIGHT OVER MILLI BANKS!!!!

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

(……….)

Referee:TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

(……….)

Referee: THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

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Minerva: (off-mic) ”FFFFFFUCKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!”

Stew-O: MILLI STABS THE BOX CUTTER INTO MINERVA’S SHOULDER!!!!! MY GOD!!!! HOW DID SHE MANAGE TO BRING HERSELF OUT OF THAT?!?!? HOW IS SHE STILL IN THIS?!?

Flannery McCoy: AND LOOK AT MILLI’S GAZE! IT’S EXCEPTIONALLY COLD! AS IF SHE IS TRULY BEING PUSHED BY REFLEXES RIGHT NOW!!!! THIS IS EVERYTHING TO HER THAT SHE CAN TRY TO GARNER HERE!

Jake Mercer: AS MINERVA IS TRYING TO RISE!!! MILLI’S STEADILY RISING AS WELL! MINERVA SEEMS TO BE LEFT WITH NO OTHER OPTIONS, AS MILLI IS TRYING ALL THAT SHE CAN TO BRING THE END! MINERVA IS LEFT PRYING THE BOX CUTTER AWAY—

Stew-O: ## AS MILLI TAKES HOLD OF HER—LOOKING FOR ‘NORTH STAR’!!!

Flannery McCoy: ## MINERVA LOOKS FOR THE STOMP INTO HER KNEE AGAIN!

Jake Mercer: ## MILLI SCOUTS IT & DELIVERS AN ARM DRAG! MINERVA ROLLS UPWARD AS MILLI RUSHES FORWARD—

(# PFFFHHEWW!)

Stew-O: # ‘THE DARK’!!!! MINERVA SPITS THE MIST INTO MILLI’S EYES!!!!

Flannery McCoy: SHE MISSED!!!! MILLI DUCKED UNDER AS MINERVA IS WIDE-EYED—AND UNPREPARED FOR MILLI QUICKLY TAKING HER DOWN—

Jake Mercer: # ‘ANDROMEDA’!!!!! ‘ANDROMEDA’!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!! HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!!! SHOULDERS DOWN!!!!

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

Stew-O: MINERVA’S SQUIRMING!!!!!!

Referee:TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

Flannery McCoy: BUT HER LEGS ARE TRAPPED!!!!! THEY’RE TRAPPED!!!!

Referee: THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

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Jake Mercer: AN ELBOW OVER MILLI’S BAD KNEE SAVES MINERVA!!!! MILLI IS FORCED TO LET GO!!!

Stew-O: MY GOD! I THOUGHT THAT WAS IT!!!! HOW ARE THEY BOTH STILL DOING THIS?!?!? HOW?!?!?

(Milli & Minerva are both sprawled out across the ring, entirely spent through all of the strife they have placed each other through within this very match. A maelstrom of all of the chaos in the world, as they don’t find the wherewithal to bring themselves up for a strong moment. The destructive nature of their anger & rage amounting to what they’ve dealt one another, as the crimson has painted itself across this canvas, and amongst themselves as well.)

Milli Banks: (off-mic) ………….

(Soon before long, Milli is slowly sitting herself upward, and her glance is taken toward the chain… As she reaches for one end of the chain…)

Flannery McCoy: Milli finds her focus….

(As another palm has extended itself toward the other end of the chain, as Milli’s gaze raises upwards.)

Minerva: (off-mic) …………..

(With Minerva able to find her own conscious, the mist smeared across her lips, as there’s visible color within the hand grasping onto the chain.)

Jake Mercer: And so does, Minerva…

(Their exhaustion & lingering agony must be set side, just for this moment… As they seem to come to a recognizable understanding, with their palms each wrapping out opposite ends of the chain.)

Stew-O: This is it… This is all that’s gonna decide it…

(It has to end now..)

Flannery McCoy: MINERVA SENDS A JAB INTO MILLI’S GAZE WITH THE CHAIN WRAPPED FIST!!!!

Jake Mercer: AS MILLI RETURNS THE FAVOR WITH A JAB OF HER OWN!!! BOTH WOMEN ARE ABLE TO SLOWLY RISE TO THEIR FEET, AND NOW THEY’RE GIVING ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING THAT THEY HAVE HERE!

Stew-O: AS A HARD HOOK ACROSS THE TEMPLE OF MILLI FOLLOWS SUIT FROM MINERVA! FOLLOWED BY MILLI SENDING FORTH THE SAME SENTIMENT AS MINERVA IS VISIBLY ROCKED FOR A MOMENT!

Flannery McCoy: ANOTHER JAB FROM MINERVA INTO MILLI’S FACE!!! BUT MILLI RETORTS WITH AN UPPERCUT THAT CAUSES MINERVA TO STUMBLE JUST A BIT!!! THEY’RE BOTH UNWILLING TO GO DOWN!!!

Jake Mercer: A HOOK FROM MINERVA! A JAB FROM MILLI!!! THE CHAIN IS BEING INCREASINGLY BLOODIED BY EACH STRIKE THROWN!!! ONE HAS TO FALL!!!! ONE HAS TO—

(Sight falters. On what felt like a lost moment to time, one perspective comes to understand that their own vision is now impaired after such an exchange, and she takes a deep, slow breath…)

Stew-O: Oh…. Oh no…

(As the blood pooling down from the wound above her hip did her no favors… Neither did the *mist coated chain from Minerva’s end, which etched itself across Milli’s eyes with each strike…)

Flannery McCoy: SHE… SHE KNEW TO COAT THE CHAIN… SHE KNEW TO DO IT!!!!

(Milli’s head slowly nods, as the physicality she was able to muster has been significantly reduced, while Minerva is teetering in her own right, barely holding on to the brink of what she has been capable of, her own limits being pushed to a degree never seen before… Even so….)

Jake Mercer: AND ALL OF THAT BLOOD… MILLI’S JUST LOST TOO MUCH!!!!

(For Milli, a small grin emerges, as her acceptance has re-emerged—knowing precisely…)

(When the final nail was planted into the coffin.)

Stew-O: ## ‘SATAN’S KISS’!!!!!

Flannery McCoy: AND WHILE MILLI STAGGERS—MINERVA PULLS MILLI FORWARD!

Jake Mercer: ## WITH THE CLAW IN PLACE—

Minerva: (off-mic) ”OVER!!!!!!”

Stew-O: # ‘STIR OF ECHOOOOOES’!!!!!!!!!!!

Flannery McCoy: MINERVA, WITH THE LAST FLEETING MOVEMENT SHE COULD MAKE, DRAPES OVER THE UNIVERSAL WOMEN’S CHAMPION……

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

(……….)

Referee:TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

(……….)

Referee: THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

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(# DING! DING! DING!)

Stephie Love: # HERE IS YOUR WINNER………

Stephie Love: # AND NEWWWWWWWWW EAW UNIVERSAL WOMEN’S CHAMPION….. THE BLACK ROSE…. MINEEERRRRRRRRRRRVAAAAAAAA!!!!!!

Stew-O: My goodness… I… I truly don’t know what to say to that…. They put themselves through a war, unlike any other… Truly, a battle that you find yourself looking back upon & remembering for all of the absolutely immense sacrifices that have been placed into the squared circle. Tonight, we just saw such a heated rivalry, truly live up to the phrase & then some. An absolutely immense clash for such a crucial prize in this sport…

Flannery McCoy: Milli Banks, a newly minted EAW Hall of Famer who has been able to make history with the very championship that she held, defeating the names that she has, and making it to yet another main event at Pain for Pride, and she brought such an immense war to Minerva… She made the Grand Rampage Winner SURVIVE for this victory… As we expect from the very best to ever do it…

Jake Mercer: And now, Minerva substantiates herself fully, a history maker in her own damn right. Fought through hellacious battle after hellacious battle, and gets to exit Pain for Pride, and this entire season as a whole, standing tall, and reigning supreme, as a THREE-TIME, EAW UNIVERSAL WOMEN’S CHAMPION… CONGRATULATIONS, TO THE BLACK ROSE!

(As ‘Blood, Milk, & Sky’ can be heard throughout the speakers at large—neither Minerva nor Milli are able to bring themselves up by any regard possible. Officials begin to sprawl into the scene, and as an official goes to retrieve the Universal Women’s Championship.)

(The rest of Toxxxin follow suit, as Daniella Atlas retrieves the title, sliding into the ring alongside Selina Reyes. The former Unified Tag Team Champions are able to situate in the ring, aiding Minerva upward as she struggles to stand, and they set the championship over her shoulder. Minerva is breathing heavily, full of exhaustion and the drain of adrenaline, as she nods to Daniella & Selina with a contented, pained laugh.)

(Milli is unable to stand, with officials aiding her in the meantime as they tend to her wounds which need immediate attention. As the pyro soon sounds off for the crowning of Minerva, Milli’s able to gaze herself up to the lights, catching her own breath, allowing for the calm to slowly pass over her in the aftermath of the war, residing in her own thoughts while she can, a result of indifferent acceptance as Minerva holds the Universal Women’s Championship upward with her sole proper arm, as the scene fades.)

(EAW logo buzzes.)

NIGHT ONE

(EAW Intro Plays)

(The scene opens as a familiar face walks the streets of Dublin, Ireland, the home for this year’s 2026 Fighting Spirit. The narrator comes up to the camera as he begins to speak.)

Narrator: Tonight, the heart of Ireland beats louder than ever.

(He then walks down some of the streets as he then looks around, taking a deep breath before then turning back to the camera.)

Narrator: From the historic city of Dublin and inside the legendary Aviva Stadium, Elite Answers Wrestling presents one of the most emotionally charged and high-stakes Marquee Live Events of the entire season… FIGHTING SPIRIT.

(The scene changes to all the wrestlers involved in the event wrestling in different situations throughout the season leading into this show.)

Narrator: For months, EAW’s Elitists have fought through pain, sacrifice, triumph, and heartbreak for one purpose, to survive long enough to stand at the summit of this industry. And now, with the season rapidly reaching its conclusion, Fighting Spirit becomes the final battleground before Pain For Pride.

(The scene switches to Brian Daniels and Kirk Redwood, then it shows Joso and Akari Kiyoko, followed by NICK, ARIA, Damon Lazarus, and Candice Blair.)

Narrator: The biggest event of the year is on the horizon. The lights grow brighter. The pressure grows heavier and every single moment tonight matters.

(It then switches to New Breed Champion, Clayton Golde, Brianna Hill, Grace De Luca, and Cynthia Valice. After that it shows Jamie Valdez and Mia Santoro, from there it goes to Saori Aizen and the Specialist Champion, Auburn Ware.)

Narrator: Because Fighting Spirit is more than just the last stop on the road to Pain For Pride… It is the event that paves the way toward immortality.

(The scene fades into shots of Cody Maverick and Cash In The Vault holder, Hans Grayson. It then shows BRAE and Drake King with Cy Henderson looking on. Finally, it switches to Kassidy Heart and Limmy Monaghan.)

Narrator: Championships hang in the balance. Careers stand at a crossroads and for many Elitists, tonight could determine whether they march into Pain For Pride as stars… or are left behind entirely.

(It then switches to show the tag team involved in the Turmoil Tournament including Diego Montana & Miku Sakai, Chris Elite & Jay Jerry Johnson, Diamond Dixon & Cosmo Goldworthy, and the last team of TLA & Dr. Bethany Blue. It then switches to Caroline, moving on two all three members of ToXXXin as Unified Tag Team Champions, Selina Reyes and Daniella Atlas with Minerva standing by their side, which then finally switches to Milli Banks holding the Universal Women’s Championship..)

Narrator: Momentum can be built here. Legacies can be shattered. One victory can change a career forever. One loss can alter the course of an Elitist’s future.

(It then fades into Michael Machina with the World Heavyweight Championship and his opponent Anna Wautier. It shows Drake Armstrong the EAW World Champion and his challengers, Bronson Daniels and Jon Kelton. Finally, it has Jake Smith the Answers World Champion and his challenger, Pandora Paisley with Silas Mason.)

Narrator: At this stage of the season, there are no second chances. Every competitor must dig deeper than ever before and prove they have the heart, the hunger, and the fighting spirit necessary to survive the storm ahead.

(It shows a bunch of cut scenes of every wrestler involved in the event and those that are not as the clock ticks down to the last event before Pain For Pride.)

Narrator: Tonight, Dublin becomes the center of the wrestling world, and before EAW reaches its grand finale… warriors will rise, champions will be tested, and destinies will be decided. This is EAW Fighting Spirit… LIVE from Dublin, Ireland!

(The narrator smiles and walks off into the streets of Dublin as the camera slowly fades.)

???: AND NOW EAW AND INVINCIBLES VS. PRESENTS TO YOU THE 2026 FIGHTING SPIRIT!!!

(The camera pans into the Aviva Stadium while “Bring me the Horizon” by Teardrops plays throughout the arena. The crowd in Dublin explode in cheers as the fans are jumping up and down and the fireworks are going off. It then pans to the Voltage commentary team OF Rich Russillo, Thadd Blazevich, and Persephone.)

Rich Russillo: WELCOME TO THE LAST STOP BEFORE PAIN FOR PRIDE! THIS IS FIGHTING SPIRIT AND THE BIGGEST ONE TO DATE, TWO NIGHTS FOR THE FIRST TIME AND WE ARE EXCITED TO BRING YOU THE VERY BEST ACTION IN PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING! I AM RICH RUSSILLO AND I’M JOINED BY PERSEPHONE AND THADD BLAZEVICH! WE ARE ALSO JOINED BY THE SHOWDOWN CREW OF DEADPREZ, SIENNA SWANN, AND GAVIN KIRKLAND! WE ALSO CANNOT FORGET OUR DYNASTY CREW OF STEW-O, JAKE MERCER, AND FLANNERY MCCOY! WHAT A NIGHT WE HAVE!

Thadd Blazevich: BROOOOOO! THIS IS GOING TO BE AWESOME! ALL FOUR WORLD CHAMPIONSHIPS ARE ON THE LINE TONIGHT! WE HAVE A MATCH TO DETERMINE WHO WILL FACE THE UNIFIED TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS AT PAIN FOR PRIDE! SO MANY DIFFERENT OTHER TITLES AND FEUDS! DUDE, THIS IS GOING TO BE AMAZING AND IT COULD CHANGE THE COURSE OF PAIN FOR PRIDE!

Persephone: Yeah… yeah… I need to yell… SO WHY DON’T WE STOP WASTING TIME AND LET BELLA BRAXTON TAKE IT AWAY TO ANNOUNCE THE FIRST MATCH AND LET ME TELL YOU, I AM ACTUALLY QUITE EXCITED ABOUT THIS ONE, WHAT A WAY TO KICK IT OFF! There, that was enough excitement for one night.

Rich Russillo: TAKE IT AWAY DYNASTY TEAM FOR OUR OPENING MATCH!

(The camera pans to the Dynasty Announce Team of Stew-O, Jake Mercer, and Flannery McCoy while showing Stephie Love ready to announce the participants as the graphic for the first match appears and the crowd goes absolutely wild.)

(The camera cuts to Stephie Love in the ring.)

Stephie Love: THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS A SCHEDULED FOR… ONE FALL!!

Crowd: ONE FALL!!

Stephie Love: AND IS FOR THE EAW UNIVERSAL WOMEN’S CHAMPIONSHIP!

(“Duel” by JINJER hits as the lights cut out, a lone red spotlight shining on the stage while Daniella Atlas and Selina Reyes emerge on opposite sides with the Tag Team Championships over their shoulders, Minerva appearing between them from the shadows. Minerva spreads her arms as Daniella stomps and yells while Selina smirks with one finger raised, the trio slowly making their way toward the ring.)

Stephie Love: Introducing first! Making their way to the ring, being accompanied by Minerva, weighing in at 170 pounds… she is one-half the Unified Tag Team Champions… DANIELLA ATLAS! …and her opponent! Weighing in at 117 pounds… she is also one half of the Unified Tag Team Champions… SELINA REYES!

Stew-O: Here comes ToXXXin, and after everything we’ve heard these past few weeks, Daniella Atlas and Selina Reyes have made one thing clear: this isn’t about helping Minerva win a Championship. This is about becoming double Champions and proving they belong at the very top.

Jake Mercer: As they should! They already run the tag division, so why stop there? Meanwhile everybody else keeps acting like this title match revolves around their personal struggles.

Stew-O: That confidence is going to be tested tonight though, because for the first time in weeks, they’ll be standing across from both Milli Banks and Caroline, two women looking to make sure ToXXXin’s plans come crashing down.

(“Living Dead Girl” by Rob Zombie hits to a chorus of boos as Caroline emerges onto the stage with a cold, stoic expression. Surrounded by dark lighting and creeping fog that rolls across the stage like shadows, Caroline slowly makes her way down the ramp, her focus locked firmly on the ring ahead.)

Bella Braxton: Residing amongst the shadows, weighing in at 109 pounds…SHE IS THE QUEEN OF SHADOWS… CAROLINE!!

Stew-O: Caroline enters this one with a very different mindset. She’s not out here chasing redemption or making excuses for what’s happened this season. After setbacks and missed opportunities, she sees this as the moment to finally take what she’s been after.

Flannery McCoy Yeah, and that’s what makes Caroline dangerous. She’s not intimidated by Milli Banks, and she’s definitely not intimidated by ToXXXin either. She looks completely locked in.

(“you are stronger” by Lyn Inaizumi plays to a loud reaction from the crowd as Milli Banks steps onto the stage with the Universal Women’s Championship resting over her shoulder. Wearing a focused and determined expression, Milli locks eyes with Caroline, Daniella Atlas, and Selina Reyes inside the ring before tossing her sunglasses aside and confidently making her way down the ramp, fully focused on the challengers ahead.)

Stephie Love: Hailing out of Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at 142 pounds…SHE IS THE SUPERNOVA… EAW UNIVERSAL WOMENS CHAMPION… MILLI BANKS!!

Stew-O: And now the Champion arrives. Milli Banks has spent weeks pushing back against the idea that she’s some stepping stone for Daniella, Selina, or Caroline. After everything she fought through to become Champion again, you can tell she’s walking in focused.

Flannery McCoy Milli knows exactly what’s at stake here. She fought through injury, doubt, and every challenge thrown her way to get back to this point, and she looks determined to make sure this reign keeps going.

Jake Mercer: Or she’s walking into a disaster. Two Tag Champions trying to become double Champions, Caroline desperate to finally break through, and Milli’s stuck in the middle of it all. Sounds like a terrible night to be Champion to me.

(The referee signals for the bell as each competitor stands in their respective corners.)

(DING! DING! DING!)

Stew-O: The bell has rung, and this fatal four way is officially underway as all four competitors remain stationed in separate corners! Milli Banks in one, Daniella Atlas in another, along with Caroline and Selina Reyes! And let’s not forget MINERVA at ringside as well! We’ll see how this all plays out, but I’m especially interested in what kind of role her presence could have throughout tonight’s contest.

(Daniella and Selina exchange knowing nods from opposite corners, clearly on the same page before Daniella slithers out of the ring and Selina follows on her side to a chorus of boos. The two back away from the apron, gesturing for Caroline and Milli to go at it while they watch from ringside.)

Stew-O: Well, that’s interesting. Both members of ToXXXin don’t appear to have any interest in starting the match off.

Jake Mercer: I mean… it’s a smart strategy. Let your opponents tire themselves out and pick the bones afterwards.

Stew-O: Yeah, but are Milli and Caroline going to take the bait is my question.

(Milli is visibly annoyed early on by ToXXXin’s tactics, yelling for Selina to get back inside the ring while Selina remains completely unfazed at ringside, wearing a small grin as she casually taunts the Champion.)

Milli Banks: (off-mic) Daniella, Selina, get your asses back in this ring already! Y’all out here acting cute like we got all night or something.

(Milli looks over to notice Caroline on the opposite side of the ring, staring back at her, not phased by ToXXXin’s behavior and wearing a stoic expression, focused on the most important target in the match. Milli knows at this point ToXXXin won’t budge, so she decides to just give them what they want.)

Milli Banks: (off-mic) Aight then, let’s go.

(Milli turns to face Caroline as the two slowly begin circling around one another.)

Stew-O: Alright, I guess it’s gonna be Caroline and Milli squaring off to start! Remember, Caroline called her shot first before ToXXXin inserted themselves into the title picture, and now the Champion finally gets a chance to go face to face with her again!

Flannery McCoy: OR MAYBE NOT! AS SELINA DRAGS CAROLINE OUT UNDERNEATH THE BOTTOM ROPE, SWINGING WILDLY WITH A LARIAT! BUT CAROLINE DUCKS UNDERNEATH AND BACKS SELINA UP THE RAMP SLIGHTLY WITH A FLURRY OF RIGHT HANDS! GRABBING THE BACK OF HER HEAD AND SLAMMING HER FACE FIRST OFF THE BARRICADE AT THE END!

(Milli remains in the ring, watching everything unfold before—)

Stew-O: FROM BEHIND— OOH! MILLI VIOLENTLY COLLIDES WITH THE ROPES AFTER GETTING BLINDSIDED BY ATLAS! A HARD RUNNING ELBOW TO THE BACK OF HER HEAD!

Jake Mercer: Serves her right. Why turn your back to these two in a match?

Flannery McCoy: SELINA GETS LEANED UP AGAINST THE BARRICADE BY CAROLINE FOR A KNIFE EDGE CHOP ACROSS THE CHEST! SELINA IS STAGGERED AS SHE WALKS AWAY— MEANWHILE, DANIELLA’S UNLOADING WITH STOMPS TO A DOWNED MILLI! HAVING DROPPED TO ALL FOURS AFTER THAT ATTACK AND STANDS HER UP FOR A EUROPEAN UPPERCUT AGAINST THE ROPES!

Stew-O: MILLI IS LEANING AS DANIELLA RUNS OFF THE OPPOSITE SET OF ROPES— GETTING CAUGHT WITH A CALF KICK BY MILLI! DANIELLA SITS UP, STUNNED AFTER GETTING ROCKED AND MILLI STANDS HER UP! LEANING ATLAS AGAINST THE ROPES FOR AN IRISH WHIP—

(…only for someone to suddenly grab Daniella’s opposite wrist.)

(That someone being Caroline, as she and Milli exchange a quick glance before giving a brief nod of understanding, at least for the moment.)

Flannery McCoy: DOUBLE IRISH WHIP BY CAROLINE AND MILLI FOR A DOUBLE BACK ELBOW ONTO DANIELLA!

(Daniella rolls out of the ring to regroup with Selina at ringside while Minerva leans forward in her chair, watching closely to see how the two respond.)

Stew-O: And ToXXXin’s gotta regroup, gotta reassess their strategy after things went south with Milli and Caroline being ready for their attempts to surprise them. As you can see, Minerva’s watching closely. Probably interested in how her group will react to adversity.

Flannery McCoy: Caroline and Milli won’t give them much time to come up with a plan, however! As they slide out to join ToXXXin at ringside, with Milli landing a KICK TO THE GUT ON ATLAS! CAROLINE SPINS SELINA AROUND TO DELIVER A RIGHT HAND!

Jake Mercer: This is what they should’ve done to begin with. You’ve got two people trying to outsmart you at once, stop arguing and start swinging. Better late than never, I guess.

Stew-O: Caroline directs Selina to the steel steps and bounces her FACE FIRST OFF OF THEM! CAROLINE REACHES UNDER THE RING AND SMASHES SELINA ACROSS THE BACK WITH A KENDO STICK THAT SENDS HER ROUNDING THE CORNER, STAGGERING! AND MILLI WHIPS DANIELLA BACK FIRST INTO THE BARRICADE ON THE OPPOSITE SIDE!

Flannery McCoy: Milli marches over there, SMASHING DANIELLA IN THE FACE WITH AN ELBOW THAT SENDS HER STAGGERING! CAROLINE IS CLOSING IN ON REYES AT THE OPPOSING SIDE— BUT SELINA CATCHES HER WITH A KICK TO THE MIDSECTION! DOUBLING CAROLINE OVER BEFORE ROLLING HER INSIDE THE RING! SELINA LOOKS TO CATCH A BREATHER— BUT WITH NO WASTED MOTION, CAROLINE IS ALREADY BACK TO HER FEET! RUNNING OFF THE ROPES FOR A SUICIDE DIVE!

Stew-O: SELINA GOES BACK FIRST INTO THE BARRICADE AS CAROLINE LANDS ON HER FEET WITH THE UTMOST OF EASE! DIRECTING REYES OVER TO THE RAMP AS MILLI GOES TO SLAM DANIELLA FACE FIRST OFF THE APRON— HOWEVER, ATLAS GETS BOTH HANDS IN FRONT TO BLOCK! SCORING WITH A BACK ELBOW INTO MILLI’S ABDOMEN!

Flannery McCoy: DANIELLA PULLS MILLI IN FRONT OF HER, LIFTING THE CHAMP UP FROM BEHIND IN AN ELECTRIC CHAIR POSITION… THEN DRIVING HER DOWN ONTO THE APRON WITH A FACEBUSTER!

Stew-O: Milli’s definitely feeling the effects of that move as she clutches her nose while seated ringside. Daniella turns her attention towards the ramp as Caroline has Selina between her legs, GOING TO HOIST HER UP FOR THE “WEB OF LIES!” THAT GORY SPECIAL MANEUVER— BUT DANIELLA JUST BLINDSIDES CAROLINE FROM BEHIND! KNOCKING HER DOWN TO THE FLOOR!

Flannery McCoy: THEN LIKE A PACK OF DOGS, TOXXXIN ARE ON HER WITH STOMPS! JUST STOMPING DOWN ONTO CAROLINE REPEATEDLY BEFORE SELINA LIFTS HER UP, CALLING FOR DANIELLA TO JOIN HER AS SHE HAS CAROLINE HOOKED IN A FRONT FACELOCK!

Stew-O: ATLAS DOES NOT HESITATE IN TAKING HER UP ON THE OFFER, HELPING LIFT CAROLINE UP FOR A DOUBLE SUPLEX! OH NO, NO, NO, NO— NO!! DOUBLE SUPLEX ONTO THE RAMP, CAROLINE’S BODY HITS WITH A SICKENING THUD!

(Both Daniella and Selina sit up as Caroline continues writhing in pain in the background, the two sharing another quick look of understanding before turning their attention toward Milli Banks as she crawls around the ringpost.)

Stew-O: So far, it’s been a game of divide and conquer. I believe Minerva is liking what she’s seeing as the two set their sights on Milli Banks, with Daniella rolling her back inside the ring for Selina to take on as she mounts her with PUNCHES! SELINA LETS LOOSE PUNCHES TO THE FACE ON MILLI, TAGGING HER RIGHT BETWEEN THE EYES!

Jake Mercer: See, this is smarter. ToXXXin actually using numbers instead of trying to prove a point for the crowd. We definitely got somebody wrestling with a brain!

Flannery McCoy: Oh please, Jake. You’re only saying that because it’s ToXXXin. Two-on-one advantage or not, they’re jumping the Champion before this thing can even settle in!

Stew-O: Selina pulls Milli Banks back up and PLANTS HER right back down with a NECKBREAKER! Now it’s Daniella attempting to direct traffic here as she has Selina pick Milli back up, holding her in place with both arms hooked behind her back for a KNIFE EDGE CHOP ACROSS THE EXPOSED CHEST!

Flannery McCoy: A HUGE CHOP BY ATLAS THAT MILLI COULDN’T EVEN DEFEND HERSELF FROM! CAUSING MILLI TO STUMBLE AROUND BEFORE GETTING GRABBED AGAIN BY REYES, HOLDING MILLI IN PLACE BY THE HAIR FOR ANOTHER KNIFE EDGE CHOP! BANKS GOES STAGGERING INTO THE CORNER NEARBY AS DANIELLA CLOSES IN, GRABBING HOLD OF HER WRIST FOR AN IRISH WHIP TO THE OPPOSITE!

Stew-O: Milli hits the buckles HARD and stumbles right out into a THIRD knife edge chop that drops her! Milli’s down, clutching at her chest in pain and you know every one of those shots is taking a toll!

Jake Mercer: Come on, Milli! She should really be figuring out a way to get out of this situation right now.

Flannery McCoy: You don’t say? It’s clearly a tough situation for her, as no matter who you are, getting outnumbered by two threats like Daniella and Selina will catch up to you eventually.

Stew-O: Daniella and Selina are standing tall in the ring, asserting their dominance over the field. ToXXXin have certainly been a presence in this match and Daniella takes notice of Caroline crawling down the ramp to ringside. She was just suplexed on that ramp not too long ago, now Daniella is going after her, having rolled out the ring, leaving Reyes behind to deal with Banks.

Flannery McCoy: Daniella stands Caroline up and goes to throw her into the steel steps— BUT CAROLINE REVERSES THE IRISH WHIP! PUTTING HER ALL INTO THROWING DANIELLA SHOULDER FIRST INTO THE STEEL!

(CRASH!!)

Flannery McCoy: CAROLINE SHAKES THE COBWEBS OUT HER HEAD BEFORE GRABBING A CHAIN FROM UNDERNEATH THE RING! CLIMBING ONTO THE APRON— BUT GETS KNOCKED OFF WITH A PUMP KICK BY REYES FROM IN THE RING!

Jake Mercer: THERE we go! That’s what I’m talking about! Selina just shut all that spooky, mysterious nonsense down real quick!

Stew-O: Selina seems annoyed to ToXXXin’s plan going a bit south there, but shifts her focus back towards Milli, who she goes to stand up with that chain Caroline dropped in the ring— BUT MILLI EXPLODES WITH A FOREARM! KNOCKING IT OUT HER HANDS! FOREARM BY MILLI BANKS, FOLLOWED BY ANOTHER! PERFORMING A FLURRY AS SHE DESPERATELY TRIES TO GET BACK INTO THIS!

Flannery McCoy: SELINA’S STUNNED AS MILLI PLACES HER IN A FRONT FACELOCK, GOING FOR THAT TORNADO DDT SETUP TO “STRANGE JOURNEY” AS SHE KICKS OFF THE TOP ROPE! BUT SELINA THROWS HER OFF BEFORE SHE COULD CONNECT! MILLI LANDS ON HER FEET— BUT EATS A KICK TO THE GUT BY REYES! WHO BEGINS CLUBBING DOWN ON A KNEELING BANKS AS DANIELLA ATLAS JOINS IN ON THE ASSAULT!

Stew-O: ONCE AGAIN, ITS A PACK OF DOG MENTALITY AS MILLI’S ROLLED ON HER BACK AND GETS STOMPED DOWN UPON BY BOTH MEMBERS OF TOXXXIN! SIMILAR TO WHAT THEY DID TO CAROLINE ON THE RAMPWAY— BUT SPEAKING OF! IT’S CAROLINE! CAROLINE IS BACK IN THIS MATCH!

Flannery McCoy: SELINA GOES TO MEET HER AS SHE SLIDES IN THE RING, BUT CAROLINE DELIVERS A RIGHT HAND TO THE FACE! CAROLINE SPINS AROUND, FIGHTING DANIELLA OFF WITH A RIGHT HAND AS WELL! ALTERNATING BETWEEN BOTH WITH RIGHT HAND AFTER RIGHT HAND— BEFORE SELINA CUTS HER OFF WITH A KICK TO THE GUT!

Stew-O: Caroline doubles over, being left alone with ToXXXin in the ring as Milli Banks has rolled out. The two double Irish whip Caroline into the corner and DANIELLA CHARGES IN! BUT CAROLINE SIDESTEPS OUT THE WAY, WITH DANIELLA CRASHING SHOULDER FIRST INTO THE RINGPOST!

Flannery McCoy: SELINA RUSHES IN AFTER HER AS DANIELLA TUMBLES OUT TO THE APRON— BUT CAROLINE HALTS HER MOMENTUM WITH A BACK ELBOW! SELINA STAGGERS OFF OF IT AS DANIELLA STANDS HERSELF UP ON THE APRON, NOT EVEN USING THAT LEFT SHOULDER AS IT REMAINS STUCK TO HER HIP! CAROLINE TAKES ADVANTAGE, SPRINGING OFF THE MIDDLE ROPE WITH A TRIANGLE DROPKICK TO KNOCK ATLAS OFF THE APRON!

Jake Mercer: :yikes: Looks like things are going south for ToXXXin.

Stew-O: Minerva’s encouraging for Daniella to get up as Caroline ducks underneath a clothesline attempt by Reyes! THE TWO BOUNCING OFF OPPOSITE SETS OF ROPES AND CAROLINE USING REYES’ OWN MOMENTUM AGAINST HER WITH “SOUTHERN GOTHIC!” :damn:

Flannery McCoy: FALLAWAY MOONSAULT SLAM! AND CAROLINE POPS TO HER FEET, MANEUVERING AROUND SELINA’S BODY TO DASH TOWARDS THE ROPES, FLYING THROUGH THE MIDDLE WITH A “NO ESCAPE!” SUICIDE DIVE DDT ONTO ATLAS, SPIKING HER ON HER HEAD! NEXT, CAROLINE HOPS ONTO THE APRON! SCALING TO THE TOP ROPE FOR A DIVING BACK ELBOW ONTO SELINA! CAROLINE CRAWLS INTO THE COVER!

ONNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

TWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

Stew-O: KICKOUT! …Selina crawls to a far corner, picking herself up for separation against Caroline who isn’t going to allow it as she closes in. Caroline winds back for a KNIFE EDGE CHOP AGAINST THE CHEST! Selina staggers to another, but Caroline follows her there as well to deliver a KNIFE EDGE CHOP! Selina goes to another corner, but the same cycle repeats itself with a THIRD knife edge chop!

Flannery McCoy: Selina pushes past Caroline and collapses down to a knee against the middle rope… but Caroline stands her back up, placing Selina in the last corner. Going to hit all four corners with her FOURTH KNIFE EDGE CHOP ACROSS THE CHEST! LIGHTING REYES UP HERE LIKE ITS THE FOURTH OF JULY!

Stew-O: Caroline brings Reyes to another corner where she bounces her off FACE FIRST ON THE TOP TURNBUCKLE! Selina barely has a clue where she is now as she gets sent to the opposite corner with an Irish whip— NO! SELINA REVERSES IT, SENDING CAROLINE INSTEAD! BUT THOSE STRIKES HAVE TAKEN A TOLL AS SHE DROPS TO HER KNEE, UNABLE TO FOLLOW UP INSTANTLY!

Jake Mercer: Luckily, Daniella’s here to pick up the slack!

Flannery McCoy: YEP, AS SHE SLIDES INTO THE RING BARRELING STRAIGHT TOWARDS CAROLINE— WHO GETS THE BOOT UP ON HER! DANIELLA GOES DOWN TO A KNEE AFTER STAGGERING AND SELINA RUNS IN NEXT! BUT CAROLINE SCORES WITH A BACK ELBOW, STAGGERING HER BACK AND ALLOWING THE “QUEEN OF SHADOWS” ENOUGH TIME TO SCALE THE ROPES! KEEPING HER BACK TOWARDS SELINA ON THE TOP!

Stew-O: CAROLINE THEN LEAPS OFF WITH A MOONSAULT—

Jake Mercer: SUPERKICK! :damn:

Stew-O: SELINA INTERCEPTS CAROLINE’S MOONSAULT OUT OF MID AIR WITH A SUPERKICK! DOWN GOES CAROLINE, WHO GETS QUICKLY CHUCKED OUT THROUGH THE MIDDLE ROPE BY ATLAS!

(Caroline nearly reaches Minerva’s feet at ringside, clutching at her jaw in pain as Minerva simply looks down at her. Showing little care for Caroline or getting involved herself, Minerva keeps her attention focused on Daniella and Selina inside the ring.)

Flannery McCoy: ToXXXin has discarded Caroline and both members turn around to see the Champion waiting for em! Milli shows absolutely zero fear in the face of their numbers game and TOXXXIN LUNGES FORWARD! WITH MILLI CRACKING DANIELLA IN THE SKULL WITH A FOREARM, SPINNING BACK AROUND TO DELIVER ONE ON REYES! MILLI IS GOING BACK AND FORTH BETWEEN BOTH!

Stew-O: A FOREARM ON ATLAS! A FOREARM ON REYES! ATLAS! REYES! ATLAS— REYES CUTS HER OFF WITH A FOREARM TO THE BACK! MILLI DROPS TO A KNEE BEFORE GETTING WHIPPED TOWARDS THE ROPES BY REYES— BUT MILLI RETURNS BACK WITH A FLYING FOREARM SMASH!

Jake Mercer: Oh no, what a tragedy. ToXXXin almost had control of the match again. Somebody check on Flannery before she starts panicking.

Flannery McCoy: DANIELLA SHOOTS OUT THE CORNER! RUNNING STRAIGHT INTO A HURRICANRANA BY MILLI! DANIELLA SITS UP, ARCHING HER BACK IN PAIN AS MILLI PICKS SELINA BACK UP OFF THE GROUND FOR AN IRISH WHIP INTO THE CORNER! BUT SELINA TURNS IT AROUND ON MILLI, TOSSING HER TO THE CORNER INSTEAD!

Stew-O: REYES CHARGES IN WITH A RUNNING BACK ELBOW IN THE CORNER! BUT MILLI SIDESTEPS AND SHE GOES BACK FIRST INTO THE CORNER INSTEAD WHERE MILLI LIFTS HER TO THE TOP TURNBUCKLE FOR A DROPKICK! MILLI WITH A DROPKICK TO SELINA THAT SENDS HER TUMBLING TO RINGSIDE, HITTING THE APRON ON HER FALL DOWN!

(Milli slides out to ringside where Daniella is laid out, but not before locking eyes with Minerva for a brief moment. Milli then turns her attention back to Daniella, grabbing hold of her and pulling her to her feet as Minerva watches closely, barely showing any reaction.)

Flannery McCoy: I feel Milli was trying to provoke Minerva there, almost daring her to do something, but no. Minerva seems intent on just watching as Daniella flies right past her, getting thrown back first into a corner of the barricade! MILLI THEN LINES HER UP FOR A RUNNING BIG BOOT TO THE SIDE OF THE HEAD THAT SENDS DANIELLA SPILLING OVER!

Stew-O: Milli grabs hold of Selina and throws HER over the barricade as well! Joining Daniella as the two stir together in the crowd area… Milli creates a bit of space… BUILDING MOMENTUM AS SHE LEAPS ONTO THE BARRICADE AND KICKS OFF WITH A CROSSBODY ONTO BOTH WOMEN!

Jake Mercer: Alright, okay, I’ll give her that one! That was actually nasty. Milli just wiped both of them out, and somehow I don’t think ToXXXin saw that coming.

Flannery McCoy: Hey, this crowd is fired up for Milli as she throws Selina over the barricade back to the ringside area! Selina stumbles back to her feet, sliding into the ring to get away from Banks who doesn’t give her much space as she slides in the ring herself. Selina’s up to both knees, reeling after everything that’s occurred thus far and Milli grabs hold of her wrist!

Stew-O: THIS CROWD IS ON THEIR FEET AS THEY KNOW WHAT’S COMING NEXT! MILLI COCKS BACK FOR THAT “MEGIDOLADYNE!” :lupe:

Stew-O: BUT DANIELLA! DANIELLA INTERJECTS AGAIN, SAVING HER PARTNER AND GRABBING MILLI FROM BEHIND IN A REAR WAISTLOCK TO BREAK THINGS UP! MILLI STARTS RAPID FIRING OFF BACK ELBOWS TO THE FACE OF ATLAS, TRYING TO SHAKE FREE! ALTERNATING TO HER LEFT NOW— BEFORE DANIELLA DUCKS UNDERNEATH ONE!

Flannery McCoy: MANAGING TO HOOK MILLI’S ARM OVER HER SHOULDER AS SHE DEADLIFTS HER UP OFF THE GROUND! MILLI’S ATTEMPTS TO FIGHT OUT OF THIS ARE FUTILE AS DANIELLA USES THAT POWER TO DUMP MILLI HIGH ON HER NECK AND SHOULDERS WITH A SAITO SUPLEX!

Jake Mercer: Milli’s body looks like a chalk outline right now.

Stew-O: Lying in a world of pain before rolling out as Daniella bends down to check on Selina Reyes— BUT CAROLINE COMES FROM OUT OF NOWHERE TO STAND DANIELLA UPRIGHT FOR A KNIFE EDGE CHOP ACROSS THE CHEST! BACKING DANIELLA INTO THE CORNER WITH ONE AFTER ANOTHER! NOW SWITCHING THINGS UP A BIT, SWITCHING BETWEEN CLOTHESLINE AND CHOPS IN RAPID FIRE SUCCESSION WHILE DANIELLA’S TRAPPED IN SAID CORNER!

Flannery McCoy: CAROLINE’S STARTING TO BUILD SOME MOMENTUM AS SHE TRIES TO IRISH WHIP DANIELLA TOWARD THE OPPOSITE CORNER— OR AT LEAST ATTEMPTS TO! ATLAS TURNS IT AROUND, SENDING CAROLINE INTO THE CORNER INSTEAD! CAROLINE SPRINGS OFF THE MIDDLE TURNBUCKLE, LOOKING TO KEEP THAT MOMENTUM ROLLING WITH A RUNNING CLOTHESLINE— BUT DANIELLA CATCHES HER WITH A SNAP FLATLINER!

Stew-O: NOT TO BE CONFUSED WITH “THE MEMORY ROOM!” DANIELLA WITH A MUCH QUICKER, MORE SUDDEN VERSION OF THE MOVE TO DRIVE CAROLINE FACE FIRST INTO THE MAT! CAROLINE POPS BACK TO ALL FOURS, DAZED, AS ATLAS QUICKLY MOVES TO TRANSITION INTO A DEADLIFT GERMAN SUPLEX! JUST PEELING ALL 109 POUNDS OF CAROLINE OFF THE MAT LIKE IT’S NOTHING!

Jake Mercer: “109 pounds” is insane. Daniella’s tossing her around like luggage right now.

Flannery McCoy: Daniella’s literally got Caroline hanging in the air like a child before FINALLY THROWING HER WITH THE GERMAN SUPLEX— WAIT! CAROLINE! CAROLINE BACKFLIPS ONTO HER FEET! :roman:

Stew-O: THAT ATHLETICISM ON FULL DISPLAY! DANIELLA TURNS AROUND AND MARCHES RIGHT TOWARD HER, BUT CAROLINE TAKES HER DOWN WITH A DOUBLE LEG! JACKKNIFE COVER! SHOULDERS DOWN!

ONNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

TWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

Flannery McCoy: SUPERKICK! SUPERKICK TO THE SIDE OF CAROLINE’S HEAD FROM REYES TO BREAK IT UP!

(Selina doubles over, taking a second to catch her breath as Caroline rolls away and sprawls across the canvas. Reyes begins stepping toward her, but Daniella Atlas quickly throws a hand out in front of Selina, wanting first dibs on Caroline after what just transpired as she reaches down to grab hold of her—)

Stew-O: OH— POISONRANA! POISONRANA ONTO ATLAS! :damn:

Jake Mercer: There it is! Took long enough! You knew this partnership was gonna blow up eventually, and Selina just picked the perfect moment to remind Daniella this is every woman for herself.

Stew-O: YOU HAD TO KNOW SOMETHING LIKE THAT WAS COMING! THIS IS STILL EVERY WOMAN FOR HERSELF, AND TOXXXIN HAS BEEN WORKING TOGETHER FOR MOST OF THIS MATCH! BUT LET’S NOT FORGET, THESE TWO ARE OPPORTUNISTS! SELINA WAITED FOR THE PERFECT MOMENT TO STRIKE THERE!

Flannery McCoy: EVEN MINERVA LOOKS A LITTLE SURPRISED AT RINGSIDE! SHE JUST DID A WHOLE DOUBLE TAKE WATCHING THAT HAPPEN!

Stew-O: I THINK BOTH MEMBERS OF TOXXXIN ARE FINE WITH EITHER WOMAN WALKING OUT CHAMPION, BUT THAT DOESN’T MEAN THEY’RE GONNA HAND IT TO THE OTHER! THEY BOTH WANT TO WIN THIS THING TOO AS SELINA QUICKLY SLITHERS INTO THE COVER ON DANIELLA, HOOKING THE LEG!

ONNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

TWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

THHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE—

Stew-O: KICKOUT!

Stew-O: DANIELLA STAYS ALIVE, BUT SELINA ISN’T GIVING HER A SECOND TO BREATHE! REYES IMMEDIATELY DRAGS ATLAS BACK TO HER FEET, TUCKING HER HEAD BETWEEN HER LEGS FOR “ORYX AWAKENING!” :lupe:

Jake Mercer: Oh, come on Selina, finish this already. I am begging for somebody not named Milli Banks to capitalize for once.

Flannery McCoy: SELINA HAS DANIELLA UPSIDE DOWN— BUT ATLAS STARTS KICKING HER LEGS! FIGHTING HER WAY FREE BEFORE DROPPING BACK TO THE MAT AND MUSCLING SELINA UP AND OVER WITH A BACK BODY DROP!

Stew-O: DANIELLA WASTES NO TIME DRAGGING SELINA BACK UP AND ABSOLUTELY CRACKING HER ACROSS THE CHEST WITH A KNIFE EDGE CHOP THAT ECHOES THROUGHOUT THE ARENA! REYES DROPS TO BOTH KNEES FROM THE IMPACT! DANIELLA’S USING THAT POWER ADVANTAGE NOW, PULLING HER BACK UP FOR SOMETHING ELSE— BUT REYES COUNTERS INTO A FIREMAN’S CARRY! SCOOPING ATLAS UP FOR SOMETHING BIG!

Flannery McCoy: BUT DANIELLA SLIPS OUT BEHIND HER! GRABS THE ARM FOR A RIPCORD… “INAMORATA!” INAMORATA LARIAT TURNS SELINA INSIDE OUT! BUT BEFORE DANIELLA CAN EVEN THINK ABOUT CAPITALIZING, MILLI’S ALREADY BACK IN THE RING! CHARGING RIGHT AT ATLAS— ONLY TO GET CAUGHT WITH A SNAP GERMAN SUPLEX! MILLI GETS DUMPED HIGH ON HER NECK AND SHOULDERS THANKS TO DANIELLA!

Stew-O: CAROLINE PULLS HERSELF UP IN THE CORNER AND CHARGES TOWARD DANIELLA BEFORE SHE CAN CAPITALIZE ON MILLI! BUT DANIELLA MOVES FAST, SLIPPING BEHIND HER AND HOISTING CAROLINE UP FOR ANOTHER GERMAN SUPLEX— NO! CAROLINE FIRES A BACK ELBOW MID-LIFT! CATCHING DANIELLA RIGHT ON THE JAW AND FORCING HER TO LET GO!

Flannery McCoy: CAROLINE SWINGS WILDLY— BUT DANIELLA BURSTS FORWARD, GRABBING HER FOR “THE MEMORY ROOM!” THAT SWINGING REVERSE STO— NO! CAROLINE SLIPS OUT THE BACK! JUMPING ONTO DANIELLA FOR A VICTORY ROLL!

Stew-O: BUT DANIELLA BLOCKS IT! TRANSITIONING IMMEDIATELY INTO A CRADLE BACK-TO-BELLY PILEDRIVER! DRIVING CAROLINE RIGHT DOWN ONTO HER HEAD BEFORE FLOWING INTO A BEAUTIFUL DEADLIFT GERMAN SUPLEX! SHE FINALLY CONNECTS! DANIELLA HOLDS THE BRIDGE FOR THE COVER!

ONNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

TWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

THHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRR—

Flannery McCoy: WHOA— SELINA! SELINA BREAKS IT UP WITH A JUMPING DOUBLE FOOT STOMP RIGHT TO THE ABDOMEN! NO DOUBT KNOCKING THE WIND OUT OF HER OWN PARTNER— BUT MILLI COMES FLYING IN OUTTA NOWHERE WITH A SHOTGUN DROPKICK! SENDING SELINA CRASHING BACK INTO THE CORNER! THE BACK OF HER HEAD SNAPPING OFF THAT BOTTOM TURNBUCKLE!

Stew-O: MILLI’S BACK UP— BUT NOT FOR LONG! DISCUS CLOTHESLINE BY CAROLINE! SHE PUT EVERYTHING SHE HAD INTO THAT ONE, AND JUST LIKE THAT EVERY COMPETITOR IS DOWN!

Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!

(All four women remain down inside the ring as the camera cuts to Minerva at ringside. She glances around for a moment, acknowledging the chants with a small nod, clearly impressed by the match and the efforts of ToXXXin, though only briefly before her attention quickly shifts back toward the action in the ring.)

Stew-O: I’ve gotta agree with the fans here in Ireland, because this match HAS been awesome! Four women throwing absolutely everything they have at each other with the Universal Women’s Championship hanging in the balance!

Jake Mercer: This match has definitely been fantastic. I may have been rooting for ToXXXin, but all four of these ladies have been killing it!

Flannery McCoy: Wow. You actually said something smart.

Jake Mercer: What do you mean? I always do.

Stew-O: Well, regardless, all four women are finally starting to stir and whoever gets back to their feet first could have a huge advantage here! Whether it’s Milli Banks, Caroline, Daniella Atlas, or Selina Reyes, somebody has to capitalize!

Flannery McCoy: Selina’s crawling over toward Daniella now! The two reconnecting and using each other to pull themselves back up while on the opposite side of the ring, Caroline and Milli are slowly dragging themselves upright as well! Nobody’s steady here! Wobbly legs all around as all four women struggle to stay standing, and it almost feels like a line has been drawn straight through the middle of this ring!

Stew-O: Yeah, Daniella and Selina on one side, Milli and Caroline on the other! ToXXXin standing shoulder to shoulder against the Champion and another challenger!

(Both Selina and Daniella exchange another nod, seemingly back on the same page as they begin marching toward Milli and Caroline…)

Stew-O: FOREARM! DOUBLE FOREARMS FROM SELINA AND DANIELLA! DANIELLA CRACKS CAROLINE RIGHT ACROSS THE FACE WHILE SELINA BLASTS MILLI WITH ONE OF HER OWN! BOTH SHOTS LAND CLEAN— BUT MILLI AND CAROLINE FIRE RIGHT BACK WITH FOREARMS OF THEIR OWN!

Flannery McCoy: DANIELLA AND SELINA GET ROCKED FOR A SECOND THERE! YOU CAN SEE THEM STRUGGLING TO GATHER THEMSELVES, TRYING TO SHAKE THE COBWEBS OUT— BUT THEY ANSWER RIGHT BACK WITH FOREARMS! MILLI AND CAROLINE THROW SOME BACK! DANIELLA! SELINA! MORE FOREARMS! NOBODY’S GIVING AN INCH HERE!

Stew-O: MILLI AND CAROLINE ARE STARTING TO TAKE OVER NOW! THROWING FOREARMS IN RAPID FIRE! THEY’RE OVERWHELMING DANIELLA AND SELINA WITH A FRANTIC BARRAGE, NOT GIVING EITHER WOMAN A CHANCE TO RESPOND! BUT WAIT— IT LOOKS LIKE MAYBE THEY SPENT THE LAST OF THEIR ENERGY THERE! BOTH MILLI AND CAROLINE STOP TO CATCH THEIR BREATH—

Flannery McCoy: UH OH!

Stew-O: BIG MISTAKE! DANIELLA AND SELINA IMMEDIATELY RAKE THE EYES! BOTH OF THEM! CAROLINE AND MILLI GETTING THEIR VISION TAKEN AWAY!

Flannery McCoy: HEY, IT’S LEGAL! NO RULES IN A FATAL FOUR WAY!

Stew-O: Well, the damage has been done as Caroline and Milli stumble down to a knee, desperately trying to clear their vision while Selina and Daniella remain standing— WAIT A SECOND! DANIELLA JUST CAUGHT SELINA WITH A KNIFE EDGE CHOP RIGHT ACROSS THE CHEST! YOU COULD SEE THE PAIN IMMEDIATELY FLASH ACROSS REYES’ FACE!

Flannery McCoy: SELINA FIRES BACK WITH A FOREARM TO THE FACE OF ATLAS! BUT DANIELLA ANSWERS RIGHT BACK WITH ANOTHER CHOP! THESE TWO JUST TURNED ON EACH OTHER AGAIN!

Stew-O: AND THEY GOT TOO FOCUSED ON EACH OTHER! THEY TOOK THEIR EYES OFF THE PRIZE! CAROLINE AND MILLI ARE BACK UP! DOUBLE FOREARMS FROM BOTH WOMEN! CAROLINE IS LIGHTING DANIELLA UP WITH THOSE STIFF SHOTS, BACKING HER STRAIGHT INTO THE CORNER!

Jake Mercer: AND MILLI JUST JACKED SELINA’S JAW WITH A EUROPEAN UPPERCUT! THAT SHOT ROCKS REYES AND SENDS HER STUMBLING BACK INTO THE CORNER! NOW MILLI’S GOING TO WORK WITH FOREARMS OF HER OWN AS SELINA TRIES TO COVER UP!

Stew-O: MILLI IS BATTERING HER DOWN TO THE SECOND TURNBUCKLE BEFORE DRAGGING SELINA BACK UP TO HER FEET! IRISH WHIP TO THE OPPOSITE CORNER—

Flannery McCoy: OOH! MILLI STARTED CHARGING IN— BUT CAROLINE CUTS HER OFF IN THE CENTER OF THE RING WITH A RUNNING BIG BOOT RIGHT TO THE SIDE OF THE HEAD! MILLI DROPS AS SELINA BURSTS OUT OF THE CORNER, WINDING UP FOR A RIGHT HAND— BUT CAROLINE IS QUICKER! A FOREARM SMASHES REYES ACROSS THE FACE AND DROPS HER TO THE CANVAS!

Stew-O: DANIELLA COMES STORMING OUT OF THE CORNER NEXT— BUT CAROLINE USES THAT MOMENTUM AGAINST HER! SPANISH FLY! BEAUTIFUL SPANISH FLY FROM CAROLINE! SHE STACKS ATLAS UP AND HOOKS THE LEG DEEP FOR THE COVER! DANIELLA’S KICKING HER LEGS, TRYING DESPERATELY TO SHAKE FREE!

ONNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

TWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

THHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEE—

Stew-O: KICKOUT! DANIELLA POWERS OUT JUST IN TIME! BUT WOW, CAROLINE ALMOST STOLE THIS THING RIGHT THERE! THAT SPANISH FLY CAME OUT OF ABSOLUTELY NOWHERE!

Flannery McCoy: Meanwhile, Milli and Selina have spilled out to ringside, leaving just Caroline and Daniella in the ring! Caroline’s already slithering underneath the bottom rope and onto the apron! Looks like she’s stalking Atlas here, lining up something huge as Daniella slowly fights back to her feet, still completely rocked from that Spanish Fly—

Stew-O: WAIT! SELINA AT RINGSIDE! SELINA JUST GRABBED HOLD OF CAROLINE’S ANKLE!

Jake Mercer: I swear, ToXXXin are everywhere tonight. Every time somebody gets momentum, here comes Daniella or Selina sticking their nose right back in it.

Stew-O: CAROLINE SHAKES FREE! BOOTING SELINA AWAY AND SENDING HER STUMBLING BACK INTO MILLI, WHO’S JUST NOW TRYING TO PULL HERSELF UP AT RINGSIDE! AND LOOK AT THIS! CAROLINE JUST GOT AN IDEA!

Flannery McCoy: NO WAY!

Stew-O: CAROLINE CLIMBS TO THE TOP ROPE WITH HER BACK TURNED TO BOTH WOMEN— MOONSAULT TO THE OUTSIDE!! MOONSAULT ONTO BOTH MILLI AND SELINA! CAROLINE JUST WIPED THEM BOTH OUT AT RINGSIDE! WHAT A RISK! AND SOMEHOW SHE’S ALREADY BACK ON THE APRON!

Flannery McCoy: BUT DANIELLA’S RIGHT THERE! CHARGING HER!

Stew-O: FOREARM! CAROLINE CATCHES HER CLEAN WITH A FOREARM SHOT, SENDING DANIELLA REELING BACK BEFORE SPRINGBOARDING OFF THE TOP ROPE FOR SOMETHING HUGE— NO! DANIELLA DUCKS UNDERNEATH IT! WHATEVER CAROLINE HAD IN MIND DOESN’T CONNECT AND CAROLINE ROLLS THROUGH TO HER FEET!

Flannery McCoy: DANIELLA WASTES NO TIME! SHE’S GOT CAROLINE HOOKED FOR “THE MEMORY ROOM!”

Stew-O: BUT CAROLINE SPINS OUT OF IT! TWIRLS FREE AND SLIPS RIGHT BEHIND DANIELLA— “A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE!!” HEADLOCK DRIVER! HEADLOCK DRIVER SPIKES DANIELLA RIGHT ONTO THE TOP OF HER HEAD! CAROLINE HOOKS THE LEG! THIS COULD BE IT!

ONNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

TWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

THHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

(…)

(…)

Flannery McCoy: MILLI MAKES THE SAVE! DOUBLE AXE HANDLE TO THE ABDOMEN! MILLI DIVES IN AT THE LAST POSSIBLE SECOND TO BREAK IT UP!

Jake Mercer: Milli saves the match! I’m surprised. It looked like Caroline nearly got that one, but I had faith in Daniella! I’m sure she would’ve kicked out!

(Caroline pushes herself to all fours, clutching at her torso after the interruption before locking eyes with Milli. Frustration and anger written across Caroline’s face after having victory ripped away, while Milli stares right back with fierce determination of her own, also down on all fours. Slowly, both women begin rising back up at the exact same time…)

Stew-O: MILLI WINDS BACK— BUT CAROLINE STRIKES FIRST WITH A SPINNING BACK KICK! RIGHT TO THE MIDSECTION! FOLLOWED UP BY A PUNT KICK TO THE CHEST THAT FORCES MILLI BACK UPRIGHT FOR ANOTHER SPINNING BACK KICK THAT DOUBLES HER OVER! CAROLINE HITS THE ROPES AS MILLI STAGGERS, DROPPING TO A KNEE— SLIDING SINGLE LEG DROPKICK! THAT SHOT SPINS MILLI AROUND!

Flannery McCoy: CAROLINE’S MOVING FAST NOW! WHIPS MILLI INTO THE CORNER AND STARTS BUILDING MOMENTUM FOR “IN THE SHADOW GARDEN!” ROUND OFF INTO THE BACK HANDSPRING— NO! MILLI CATCHES HER RIGHT OUT OF MID AIR ONTO THE SHOULDERS! BLUE THUNDER BOMB! CAROLINE GETS DRIVEN INTO THE CENTER OF THE RING! MILLI HOLDS IT FOR THE COVER!

ONNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

TWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

Stew-O: DANIELLA BREAKS IT UP! SLIDING INTO THE RING AND CHARGING OFF THE ROPES WITH A BIG BOOT TO MILLI! DANIELLA IMMEDIATELY TOSSES THE CHAMPION OUT OF THE RING BEFORE TURNING HER ATTENTION BACK TO CAROLINE! NOW LIFTING HER UP ONTO THE TOP TURNBUCKLE IN THE CORNER! DANIELLA CLIMBS TO THE MIDDLE ROPE, LOOKING TO HOOK HER FOR A SUPERPLEX—

Flannery McCoy: BUT CAROLINE’S FIGHTING BACK! SHOTS TO THE MIDSECTION! BREAKING DANIELLA’S GRIP BEFORE A HEADBUTT SENDS ATLAS OFF THE MIDDLE ROPE! DANIELLA’S STUMBLING AROUND ON SPAGHETTI LEGS AS MILLI BANKS SLIDES BACK INTO THE RING!

Stew-O: MILLI MAKES A BEELINE FOR ATLAS— BUT DANIELLA TURNS IT AROUND AND LAUNCHES HER OVERHEAD! MILLI CRASHES RIGHT INTO CAROLINE AS SHE’S PERCHED ON THE TOP TURNBUCKLE! BOTH WOMEN COLLIDE HARD, WITH CAROLINE TUMBLING TO THE OUTSIDE AS DANIELLA REELS MILLI BACK IN FOR… “SOUTH OF HEAVEN!”

Flannery McCoy: MILLI GETS DRIVEN INTO THE MAT WITH AUTHORITY! DANIELLA STACKS HER UP FOR THE COVER!

Jake Mercer: Alright, THIS has gotta be it. I actually mean it this time.

ONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

TWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

THHHHHHHHRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

(…)

(…)

Stew-O: NO WAY! MILLI KICKS OUT! MILLI BANKS JUST SURVIVED “SOUTH OF HEAVEN!”

(Minerva rises slightly from her seat for a moment, impressed, before calmly sitting back down and continuing to observe.)

Stew-O: AND DANIELLA ISN’T WASTING TIME! IF ONE PLAN DOESN’T WORK, YOU GO TO ANOTHER! SHE’S ALREADY TRANSITIONING INTO “HERMES LAW!” LOOKING FOR THAT STANDING INVERTED TEXAS CLOVERLEAF! AND YOU HAVE TO REMEMBER, MILLI HAS THAT BRACE ON THE RIGHT KNEE AFTER EVERYTHING SHE’S BEEN THROUGH!

Flannery McCoy: SHE’S GOT IT LOCKED IN! DANIELLA HAS “HERMES LAW” CINCHED IN TIGHT! MILLI’S REACHING FOR THE ROPES, TRYING TO PULL HERSELF CLOSER— BUT ROPE BREAKS DON’T MATTER IN A FATAL FOUR WAY!

Jake Mercer: Yeah, good. End it already! Daniella’s got her dead to rights and I’d love to see somebody finally shut all this “unstoppable champion” talk up.

Stew-O: MILLI’S STILL REACHING, MAYBE TRYING TO DRAG HERSELF OUT OF THE RING— BUT DANIELLA ISN’T LETTING HER GO ANYWHERE! WAIT! MILLI ROLLS THROUGH! COUNTERING OUT OF THE HOLD AND SENDING DANIELLA FACE FIRST INTO THE TOP TURNBUCKLE! MILLI TRIES TO GET BACK TO HER FEET, CLEARLY FAVORING THAT KNEE—

Flannery McCoy: SPEAKING OF THE KNEE! SELINA REYES COMES FLYING IN WITH THE “ALAMO KNEE!” THAT SHOT JUST TURNED MILLI INSIDE OUT! BUT LOOK AT THE RING AWARENESS FROM THE CHAMPION! MILLI ROLLS OUT OF THE RING BEFORE SELINA CAN CRAWL INTO A COVER!

Stew-O: SELINA IMMEDIATELY TURNS HER ATTENTION BACK TO DANIELLA, WHO’S SLUMPED DOWN IN A SEATED POSITION IN THE CORNER! REYES CHARGES IN— “KNOCKOUT SMASH!” RUNNING HIP ATTACK CONNECTS! DANIELLA’S HEAD SNAPS BACK BEFORE ROLLING OUT OF THE CORNER!

Flannery McCoy: BUT LOOK OUT! CAROLINE’S BACK ON THE TOP ROPE! “WRONG PLACE, WRONG TIME!” PHOENIX DRAGONRANA— NO! SELINA CATCHES HER! POWERBOMB COUNTER!

Stew-O: AND SHE’S NOT DONE! DEADLIFT INTO “ORYX AWAKENING!” STYLES CLASH CONNECTS! SELINA ROLLS CAROLINE ONTO BOTH SHOULDERS! THIS COULD BE IT!

ONNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

TWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

THHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

Stew-O: SHOULDER UP!

Stew-O: SELINA THOUGHT SHE HAD THIS MATCH WON RIGHT THERE, BUT SHE’S NOT WASTING ANY TIME FEELING SORRY FOR HERSELF! STRAIGHT BACK TO WORK AS SHE MUSCLES CAROLINE UP ONTO HER SHOULDER AND PLACES HER ON THE TOP TURNBUCKLE! SELINA CLIMBS TO THE MIDDLE ROPE, LOOKING FOR A SUPERPLEX— BUT HERE COMES DANIELLA! ATLAS JOINING HER ON THE MIDDLE ROPE! TOXXXIN LOOKING TO WORK TOGETHER AGAIN AS THEY HOOK CAROLINE UP FOR A DOUBLE SUPERPLEX!

Flannery McCoy: BUT MILLI BANKS SLIDES BACK INTO THE RING AT THE LAST SECOND! LOOK AT THIS POWER! SHE’S GOT BOTH DANIELLA AND SELINA HOOKED FROM BEHIND— TOWER OF DOOM! POWERBOMB TOWER OF DOOM! EVERYBODY COMES CRASHING DOWN! CAROLINE! SELINA! DANIELLA! MILLI BARELY HAS ANYTHING LEFT BUT STILL MANAGES TO THROW AN ARM OVER BOTH DANIELLA AND SELINA FOR THE COVER!

ONNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

TWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

THHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRR—

Stew-O: KICKOUT BY BOTH WOMEN! MILLI WAS SO CLOSE TO STEALING THIS MATCH RIGHT THERE, BUT TOXXXIN IS JUST NOT READY TO GO AWAY!

Flannery McCoy: Milli crawls over to Caroline and starts dragging her back up— BUT CAROLINE FIRES OFF A FOREARM! MILLI ANSWERS WITH ONE OF HER OWN! CAROLINE! MILLI! CAROLINE! MILLI! BOTH WOMEN THROWING EVERYTHING THEY HAVE LEFT AT EACH OTHER WHILE STRUGGLING JUST TO STAY ON THEIR FEET!

Stew-O: BUT CAROLINE CREATES AN OPENING! SPINNING BACK KICK TO THE MIDSECTION SENDS MILLI STAGGERING INTO THE ROPES! CAROLINE CHARGES IN— NO! MILLI SENDS HER UP AND OVER THE SHOULDER TO RINGSIDE! BUT THERE’S NO TIME TO RECOVER AS DANIELLA COMES CHARGING OUT OF NOWHERE—

Flannery McCoy: SIDESTEP! DANIELLA GOES SHOULDER FIRST INTO THE RINGPOST!

(Daniella tumbles awkwardly through the middle rope and collapses to a knee at ringside, her arm draped across the steel steps—)

(BANG!!)

Flannery McCoy: OH MY GOD! CAROLINE! CAROLINE JUST CRUSHED DANIELLA’S ARM WITH A CHAIR! SHE BROUGHT IT DOWN RIGHT ONTO THE ARM AND SHOULDER AGAINST THE STEEL STEPS!

(Daniella writhes around in pain at ringside, clutching desperately at her arm and shoulder while Minerva immediately leaves her seat, kneeling beside Atlas to check on her condition. Caroline shows little remorse, already turning her attention back toward the ring.)

Stew-O: SUICIDE DIVE! MILLI BANKS FLIES THROUGH THE ROPES AND TAKES CAROLINE OUT! BOTH WOMEN WIPED OUT AT RINGSIDE! SELINA’S BACK TO HER FEET IN THE RING NOW THOUGH… LOOKING OUT TOWARD THE OUTSIDE, MAYBE THINKING ABOUT GOING AIRBORNE HERSELF—

(CRACK!)

Jake Mercer: :comeagain:

Stew-O: OH COME ON! WHAT THE HELL?! THAT’S RYAN WILSON! RYAN WILSON JUST CRACKED SELINA ACROSS THE BACK WITH A HOCKEY STICK!

Flannery McCoy: WE KNOW RYAN ALONGSIDE DARYL KINKADE WILL BE CHALLENGING TOXXXIN FOR THE TAG TITLES! IT LOOKS LIKE HE’S SENDING A BIT OF A MESSAGE!

(Ryan stands over Selina with a grin as Reyes crumbles to a knee and instinctively rolls inward, while Ryan quickly begins backpedaling up the ramp. Milli immediately spots the opening and slides back into the ring.)

Flannery McCoy: MILLI CAPITALIZES! SMALL PACKAGE! SMALL PACKAGE ON SELINA!

ONNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

(…)

TWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

(…)

THHHHHHHHHRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

(…)

Stew-O: KICKOUT! SELINA STILL KICKED OUT!

(Ryan’s grin immediately drops into shock on the stage as he throws his hands out, yelling for Milli to finish the job while pacing.)

Stew-O: I DON’T BELIEVE IT! SOMEHOW, SOMEWAY, SELINA REYES KICKS OUT EVEN AFTER THE INTERFERENCE FROM RYAN WILSON!

Jake Mercer: RYAN WILSON TRIED TO SEND A MESSAGE, BUT I THINK THAT MIGHT’VE BACKFIRED!

Stew-O: MILLI LOOKS SHOCKED HERSELF, BUT SHE’S NOT HESITATING! SHE KNOWS THAT THIS IS HER CHANCE TO END THIS!! SHE YANKS SELINA BACK UP—

Flannery McCoy: “NORTH STAR!” DDT CONNECTS! MILLI SHOOTS THE HALF! THIS HAS TO BE IT!

ONNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

(…)

TWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

Stew-O: WAIT! WAIT A SECOND! CAROLINE JUST SLID BACK INTO THE RING!

Flannery McCoy: AND DANIELLA’S DRAGGING HERSELF UP ONTO THE APRON WITH JUST ONE ARM!

THHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

(…)

(…)

Stew-O: SHE GOT IT— NO! WAIT! THEY WERE TOO LATE! THEY COULDN’T BREAK IT UP IN TIME!

(DING! DING! DING!)

Stephie Love: HERE IS YOUR WINNER… MILLI BANKS!

(Caroline was just a second too late to break up the cover while Daniella collapses back to a seated position at ringside, clutching at her potentially injured shoulder as “you are stronger” by Lyn Inaizumi begins to play. Milli rises to both knees, exhausted but victorious, receiving the Universal Women’s Championship as the crowd erupts in cheers while Ryan Wilson watches from the stage.)

Stew-O: What a war we just witnessed. Love her or hate her, Milli Banks survived absolute chaos tonight and somehow walked out of Ireland still the Universal Women’s Champion despite Caroline, Daniella Atlas, Selina Reyes, and even outside interference threatening to derail everything.

Jake Mercer: Congrats to Milli, I guess, but Ryan Wilson just changed the trajectory of history here! ToXXXin just got robbed!

(Ryan continues clapping on the stage as the camera cuts backstage to Daryl Kinkade in his locker room, rising to his feet while watching the monitor with a conflicted look on his face, clearly feeling Ryan crossed a line he didn’t need to.)

Stew-O: And there may be some fallout from Ryan Wilson’s actions judging by the look on Daryl Kinkade’s face backstage, but for tonight, the story remains the same… Milli Banks survives and leaves Ireland still the Universal Women’s Champion.

Flannery McCoy Yeah, and whether people agree with how we got here or not, Milli still had to survive an absolute war tonight. Caroline, Daniella, Selina, the numbers game, the chaos… and somehow she’s still standing with that Championship in her hands.

(Milli looks down at the Championship in her hands, briefly locking eyes with Minerva at ringside before looking back to the title. A proud smile slowly spreads across her face as the crowd continues cheering.)

(Then, the Fighting Spirit broadcast began to fade out, as Milli Banks held her Championship high.)

(Or… did it?)

(Moments later, the crowd would begin to roar, as the orange hue of a legend’s hair is seen taking strides up the steel steps. The mere sound of Aviva Stadium’s increase in rising decibels was enough to alert Milli, as she turned her head to grasp the commotion.)

(Soon enough, the ring would no longer be empty, as the fiery redhead stepped into the ring…)

(It was none other than Minerva.)

Crowd:

(With a microphone in her hand, Minerva stepped forth, and Milli’s entire demeanor changed. Former opponents, former Pain For Pride main eventers, two women intrinsically tied to the Championship currently in Milli’s possession; once more, they came face-to-face.)

(Minerva held a microphone in her hand, yet it would be a while before she got the opportunity to use it. The roar of the crowd, the sheer excitement of seeing these two Hall of Famers in the ring with one another once more, Minerva wouldn’t be able to speak even if she tried. Or perhaps… she wasn’t going to. Milli and Minerva came eye-to-eye, as they began to stare a hole through one another.)

(Milli breathed heavily, Minerva gazed intently. Before long, their eye contact was broken, and Minerva began to look down…)

(At the Universal Women’s Championship.)

(Milli did not stop staring a hole through Minerva. She maintained her focus.)

(And Minerva lifted up her microphone…)

Minerva: I have been waiting a long… long… long time for this, Milli.

(Minerva paused. This was no surprise. In spite of the roar of the crowd, in spite of the excitement felt around the world; this wasn’t some unprecedented dream match that nobody expected to happen, this wasn’t just some fantasy that could only play out between the soft hug of a pillow, this truly was a long time coming. The Universal Women’s Championship meant something to both of these competitors, it meant a lot more than leather and gold. The white strap, the gold shield-shaped plate, complimented by the dark orchid backdrop behind the lettering, it looked visually astonishing, yet the Championship itself could have fallen apart. The white strap could have its paint peeled off as if it was shedding its skin. The plate could lose all of its gems. The dark orchid could fade to a bruised plum purple, yet, Milli Banks and Minerva would both value it just as much. It meant more to these women than just a pretty Championship, than just a “World” Championship. It was more than just status, it was more than just power, it was more than just legacy… it meant something indescribable.)

Minerva: You and I have a long history, don’t we? How these two years have flown by so fast. Don’t you agree? The night where you claimed your first Universal Women’s Championship. The night where you walked into your first Pain For Pride headliner. The night where Milli Banks became a fully realized version of herself, and started a run that has now resulted in a Hall of Fame ring soon to be placed on that tiny finger of yours…

(She pointed down at Milli’s hand — the Universal Women’s Championship in her grasp, perhaps Minerva was pointing at two different things. The sharp end of her nail came into contact with Milli’s hand, tracing her finger, Minerva made her way up Milli’s arm. Slowly, she traced her bicep, up to her shoulder, finally to her face. Milli didn’t flinch. She wasn’t going to take a step back, she wasn’t going to retreat, even if those deadly nails – the same nails that resulted in her Grand Rampage victory – attempted to claw out her eyes. She wasn’t backing down from Minerva. Minerva grinned. Pulling her nail from Milli’s face, jolting her hand back and leaving the smallest of scratches on her cheek, Minerva bit her finger.)

Minerva: …But at whose expense was that, exactly?

(Minerva’s demeanor changed. Mere seconds ago she was teasing the Champion, and yet as she reminisced, the cocky smirk and playful mannerisms faded – this meant a lot to the Hall of Famer.)

Minerva: It was at my expense.

(After all… Pain For Pride 17 wasn’t a happy memory.)

Minerva: I hate to be the one to bring up semantics, I hate to be the one to make up excuses – believe me this isn’t sour grapes – but you and I know exactly how that night ended. I’m not going to take the win away from you Milli but I’m not going to subscribe to the idea that you’re the top woman in this industry. I’m not going to subscribe to the idea that Milli Banks is greater than The Princess Killer, honey. You’re not. What does Hikari Kanno mean to you, hm? I know what she means to me. She’s somebody who never should have been involved in my business to begin with. She’s somebody who got in the way of our Pain For Pride singles match.

(The tension continued to grow as Minerva paused once more. Milli nodded. She didn’t utter a word. She didn’t make a sound.)

Minerva: Once again, I’m not making excuses. But the fact is that Hikari Kanno never should have been in that match to begin with. Hikari Kanno had no reason to be there. Hikari Kanno had no reason to get in between us. As a result, look what happened. You became Champion, just like you are now for a second time, and you did so by pinning… Hikari… Kanno… Not Minerva. Not The Princess Killer. Not The Black Rose. Not the greatest woman to ever step between these ropes. You pinned somebody who isn’t even here right now, after stealing a living in the main event of Pain For Pride. It’s no easy feat, but Hikari Kanno is no Minerva.

Minerva: And yet… Here we are now. And now it’s official. Isn’t it poetic? Isn’t it… rather funny? The greatest night of your life, the moment where you were crowned; it’s all coming full circle. A greater challenge stands in your way, because this time? It’s just me.

(And with that… Minerva finished. She lowered the microphone, and Mili was given time to digest. She continued to nod. Her eyes closed. She took a deep breath…)

(Milli extended her hand. She wanted the microphone.)

(…Minerva obliged.)

Milli Banks: Minerva.

(Milli spoke slowly and cordially, albeit impossible to tell whether that warmth came with friendliness or not. Perhaps this was Milli knowing she needed to keep her wits about her with the opposition in front of her, refusing to bite the bullet, refusing to take the bait. Or perhaps she was just being fair to her challenger, with something greater to prove.)

(After all, it’s much more difficult to change the future than to recontextualise the past.)

(Milli was never the type of woman to take the easy way out.)

Milli Banks: I understand your frustration with Hikari. I get it. You wanted that one-on-one match and so did I, but to some degree I think that hits you much harder than it hits me. Back then it was more than just needing to pin you, more than just needing to beat you, quite frankly that night wasn’t about you regardless of whether you were pinned or not, and you need to understand that; the world doesn’t revolve around you chile. :mjlol:

(Milli chuckled, Minerva just tilted her head.)

Milli Banks: But I do get it. I get why you would be frustrated, I get why Hikari Kanno gets on your nerves so much, and I’m not going to accuse you of making excuses – but you need to get it through your head that Hikari Kanno isn’t the woman you should be getting upset at, because it doesn’t matter if there was three, four, five women between us or none, I was walking out of Pain For Pride with the Universal Women’s Championship and there was nothing that you could have done about that…

Milli Banks: The sooner you understand that, the sooner you’ll be at peace with Pain For Pride 17.

(Milli flashes her the same cocky grin that Minerva flashed earlier on. The two stepped closer to one another. The tension only began to grow. Despite these two portraying themselves as cordial and respectful on the surface, there was very clearly something bubbling beneath that would erupt in due time.)

Milli Banks: I’m game. I know you are too. Pain For Pride 17 was two years ago, and a lot has changed since then. It’s more than just becoming Champion, and it’s more than just keeping hold of the gold, so believe me when I say this; I’m glad that it was you who stepped up to me heading into Pain For Pride, and I’m glad that we’re getting this singles match. Because I have a lot to prove. I have a lot to cement. It didn’t matter that you weren’t pinned two years ago, Minerva, because I still took that Championship off of you, and now? I’m being given the opportunity to do what I didn’t last time, and that’s beat you without excuses, without asterisks, without semantics. Once all is said and done, once this is over, that’s going to be two Pain For Pride main event’s I’ve left you staring up at the lights and this time you’re not going to have the luxury of justifying it to yourself by saying you weren’t the one responsible for your own failure, you’ll have to admit that I was the better woman, and I know that just eats you up inside, doesn’t it?

Milli Banks: You’re right, the world has been waiting for this. This is a dream match, this is a contest everybody wants to see, and in the end it’s going to be no better than a nightmare for you.

(Milli turned her head to the left… the sign riding up above their heads in the distance…)

Milli Banks: I’ll see you at Pain For Pride.

(Mic drop.)

(Minerva did not flinch. Minerva did not step back. Minerva did not retreat. Two women at the peak of their game, with the Universal Women’s Championship hanging up the balance. The Champion raised up her title, but it was Milli who Minerva continued to stare at. This was more than just a Championship match, this was an opportunity for both women to prove something, at a time in their careers where they have very little left to prove.)

(The shot froze on Milli and Minerva, standing in the center of the ring, with the Pain For Pride sign out of focus in the background. The camera began to slowly zoom, as the focus then became the logo for the show of shows…)

(Finally… the broadcast faded out.)

(A commercial airs for Batman: Legacy of The Dark Knight featuring Daniella Atlas & Selina Reyes.)

(The graphic for the next match appears.)

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Stephie Love: The following is scheduled for ONE FALL!

Crowd: ONE FALL!

Stephie Love: And the winner of this match will face Effy McAvoy for the Interwire Championship at Pain For Pride!

(‘TEFLON DON’ by Future blares throughout the arena and Jamie Valdez emerges from the back for the first time, looking around at the crowd with a look of disgust on her face. She seems locked in specifically on the opportunity awaiting her, headed straight to the ring and not bothered to make any other poses or movements that deter her focus.)

Stephie Love: Introducing first, weighing in at 120 pounds, from Laredo, Texas, she is “THE PRODIGY”, JAAAMMMIIEEEE! VVVALLLDDDEEEZZZZZ!!!

Jake Mercer: At first, Jamie Valdez had plans to run things solo, but she instead got involved with Mia Santoro, who seemed willing to teach Valdez the ropes and help her get ahead. Unfortunately, though, she couldn’t uphold her part of that and the failed student/teacher dynamic brought us exactly to this match.

Flannery McCoy: Jamie and Mia have both accused the other of being jealous, but the only way we can get some kind of clarity on those statements is by seeing who leaves tonight with the win.

(‘Cult Leader’ by KiNG MALA hits the PA speakers and Mia Santoro walks out from the crowd, raising her arms up. She extends her hand out for a couple of younger fans to tag her, and pulls back just before they can, prompting more boos. Santoro smirks as she makes her way into ringside, entering the ring and posing over the ropes.)

Stephie Love: Next, weighing in at 115 pounds, from Key West, Florida, “THE OBSESSION” MIIIAAAAAAAAA!!! SANNTTTOOORRRROOOOOO!!!

Jake Mercer: Mia Santoro was in the same number one contendership match that Effy McAvoy won in order to hold the championship that they’re fighting for a shot at right now. The two women have quite some history, and I’m sure that Mia would absolutely love to win this match and take that Interwire Championship from her.

Flannery McCoy: The question is simple, though. Does Santoro have enough in it within her to beat Valdez, let alone beat McAvoy?

(DING DING DING!)

Stew-O: A big Pain For Pride opportunity awaits both of these women, but only one of them are actually going to be able to leave with it. No love lost between the two as we touched up—and the bell has officially rung. Is Jamie going to use Mia’s teachings against her, or will Mia be vindicated with a victory over Jamie tonight?!

Jake Mercer: Both women circle around the ring, trying to get a good feel for the other… they have a lot of disdain for the other, but I don’t think either one wants to let their emotions take the chance to challenge for the Interwire Championship away from them.

Flannery McCoy: VERY aggressive collar & elbow tie-up to kick things off! Jamie and Mia tussle around the ring, jockeying for position… It’s the more-experienced Santoro who swivels into a waistlock. She tries to lift Jamie up off the canvas for a routine mat return, but Valdez drops down and spins into a beautiful arm drag instead!

Stew-O: She hangs on to the arm and transitions to a tight kneeling armbar! Mia wiggles around the ring, trying everything in her power to get free, but Jamie has a tight grip on that arm! Mia rolls to her fours, and Jamie transitions to a wrist lock as a result. Mia slowly begins to rise up to her feet…

Jake Mercer: Mia spins through, bringing Jamie down with a drop toe hold! She then tries to take the head, but Jamie slips free! Mia quickly rises and turns to Jamie, who nails her with a forearm to the jaw! Valdez doesn’t want to be too attached to the chain wrestling, and catching Mia off guard like that was a great play!

Flannery McCoy: Santoro is still reeling, and Jamie takes the wrist. She sends her across the ring with an irish whip, but Santoro runs off the ropes with a furious shoulder block! Valdez hits the canvas hard, and Santoro hits off the ropes to capitalize. Jamie rolls just in time, forcing Mia to leap over her!

Stew-O: Valdez is up and she leaps over Santoro. Jamie spins back around to Mia after that beautiful feat of athleticism… but she goes down to a SECOND shoulder block! Jamie holds her shoulder in pain. Mia hits off the ropes, and once again, Jamie rolls to try and trip her—but this time, Mia steps on the back of Valdez and marches to the center of the ring!

(There’s a loud mixed reaction, consisting mostly of boos as Santoro stands in the center of the ring and extends her arms out with a cocky grin on her face. Valdez takes the ropes and slowly kneels up, realizing what just happened.)

Jake Mercer: That didn’t go over well with Valdez at all, who blasts Santoro in the back of the head! Mia falls to her fours, clutching at the back of her head in pain. Jamie quickly runs the ropes, and she brings her down with a leaping dropkick to the side of the head! Jamie rolls Mia over and she makes the first cover of this match.

OOONNNEEEE!!!

Stew-O: Only for Mia to get a shoulder up in time! She sits up and Jamie transitions to a rear chinlock. Mia grimaces as Jamie wrenches down on the head and neck, trying to really wear her out with this chinlock. Santoro fights at the hands, not wanting to go out so easily.

Flannery McCoy: The two slowly rise, thanks to Santoro’s desire to keep fighting out of the hold. Suddenly, Mia gets her hands around the head of Jamie and she drops down into a jawbreaker! Valdez releases the hold, falling into the middle ropes! She holds at her jaw in agony, meanwhile Santoro is getting up to her feet! Jamie sees this…

Jake Mercer: She charges forward, looking for a clothesline! Mia captures the arm of Jamie and spins around, hooking her head and bringing her down with a beautiful neckbreaker! Valdez is down, and Mia sees an opening! She rises to her feet and steps out of the ring to the apron, already looking to climb up top.

Stew-O: We know that ia has multiple big moves that she can hit from the top rope, but which one is it gonna be?!

Jake Mercer: I don’t think we’ll ever know what she was going for, as Jamie races up to her feet and she leaps into a dropkick to Santoro as she’s climbing up! Santoro nearly falls off the top, but she hangs onto the ropes for dear life. That’s exactly what Valdez wanted, as she starts to climb up as well.

Flannery McCoy: Jamie grabs Mia by the head, trying to set up for a superplex—Santoro starts throwing punches to the body, though! Santoro continues to drive her fist directly into the abdomen of Valdez, making it tough for Jamie to follow up how she wanted to!

Stew-O: Mia then sends another one, and she shoves Valdez off of the top rope! Mia then stands tall on the top rope! She wants to end this one early! ‘CHASE THE FEELING!’ DIVING LEGDROP OFF THE TOP-

Jake Mercer: NOOO! VALDEZ MOVES! AND SANTORO GOES SPINE-FIRST INTO THE CANVAS AS A RESULT! Mia’s eyes bulge out from the pain, and Jamie quickly capitalizes, trapping her arms and bringing her down with a crucifix rollup!

OOONNNNEEEEEE!!!

TTTWWWWOOOOOO!!!

Flannery McCoy: Santoro kicks out in time! That brings both women up, and Mia swings for Jamie, who ducks underneath. Jamie takes the waist, running Mia to the ropes in an attempt of an O’Connor Roll, but Santoro hangs on to the ropes, meanwhile Valdez backrolls off from the impact!

Stew-O: Mia turns back and Jamie runs for her, but Mia scoops her up with a flapjack onto the top rope! The impact ricochets Valdez back towards Santoro, who then hoists her up for a big time back suplex! Jamie arches her back after hitting the canvas, trying to alleviate that pain.

Jake Mercer: Santoro sits up, holding the back of her head, and then letting her hand lower to her spine where she tends to that as well. She’s not exactly in a good way right now either, but she has no choice but to keep pushing through.

Flannery McCoy: That’s exactly what she does, as she rises to her feet and grabs Jamie by the hair. You can see Mia grimace as she does so… Mia takes Jamie by the head—only for Jamie to suddenly pop up to her feet and run the two into the turnbuckles! Santoro hits back first and that doesn’t make matters any better for her! Jamie responds with repeated corner shoulder thrusts to the ribs!

Stew-O: Now Santoro is just completely trapped in the corner! Jamie takes note of this and she turns around, running off the turnbuckles for momentum. She responds with a corner shining wizard! She guides Mia out of the corner afterwards, and leaps onto her back for a BACKSTABBER!

Jake Mercer: Mia bounces off the knees of Valdez and falls directly onto the canvas! Jamie rolls over and she hooks the legs. Once again, it’s Valdez who looks for the cover!

OOONNNNEEEEEE!!!

TTTWWWWOOOOOO!!!

Flannery McCoy: Doesn’t exactly matter as Santoro kicks out, but that’s going to follow her the longer this match continues. Jamie shakes her head, and now she’s the one who looks up to the top rope. Jamie contemplates going up, but remembers how it ended for Santoro….

Stew-O: She shakes her head and turns round, picking Mia up instead, but that hesitation may have cost her as Santoro beams her with a slap that rings around the building! Jamie got caught off guard by that shot entirelyt!

Jake Mercer: Valdez tries to shake it off, but there’s no such thing as Mia really sends her in a daze with a gamengiri! Her shin makes direct contact with the mouth of Valdez, and she may have caved Jamie’s head in! Jamie falls into the turnbuckles, and Mia responds with a corner meteora!

Flannery McCoy: That brings Valdez out of the corner, as she falls to her knees. Mia hangs onto the ropes and she waits for Jamie to start rising back up to her feet… Mia drops back down to her feet on the canvas and she bypasses her, springboarding up to the ropes!

Stew-O: No time wasted from Santoro, who leaps backwards with a SPRINGBOARD DDT! JAMIE GETS SPIKED DIRECTLY ON THE TOP OF HER SKULL! Santoro rolls Jamie onto her back and she makes the cover!

OOONNNNEEEEEE!!!

TTTWWWWOOOOOO!!!

Jake Mercer: KICK OUT FROM VALDEZ! The tides in this match are turning, though! Mia is up to her feet, and she’s starting to feel that energy! Not often to see that from Mia Santoro of all people, but you can tell this match and what’s at stake is really energizing her!

Flannery McCoy: It’s yet to be seen if the people have any kind of interest in that kind of demeanor from her, but Santoro is sure acting like they do! Jamie holds at her head, groggily pulling herself up to her feet…

Stew-O: Mia tucks her head in, and she wraps her arms around her waist. Mia wants to set up for ‘Forget Me Not’, but as she lifts Jamie up in powerbomb position, Valdez floats over her head and brings her down with a sunset flip! Shoulders pressed to the canvas!

OOONNNNEEEEEE!!!

TTTWWWWOOOOOO!!!

Jake Mercer: Santoro swings her ankles into the head of Valdez! Beautiful counter from Santoro! Jamie releases the pin, falling backwards. She holds her head, grimacing. Mia, on the other hand, is taking her time to recover. There have been a lot of momentum shifts in this match, and you can see why that is!

Flannery McCoy: Jamie is up first, but she’s still quite dazed in her own right. Mia swings up behind her, stumbling forward… And Jamie senses her presence, sending a big back elbow to her head! Santoro staggers, and Jamie sends another back elbow her way! Now she can barely stand…

Stew-O: This becomes an opportunity for Valdez, who runs the ropes, but as she comes back, Mia is waiting for her as she launches her forward with a BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX! Jamie holds her back in agony! She howls out in pain, rolling underneath the bottom rope!

Jake Mercer: All Jamie is doing is resting on the apron, and I don’t think Mia is pleased with that at all. Instead of wasting time trying to bring her back in, she makes Jamie pay for it instead with a BASEBALL SLIDE TO THE FLOOR!

Flannery McCoy: No control over the landing for Valdez, who is in even more pain after being sent to the ground! She holds at her abdomen with one hand, and then her neck with the other one. There were a lot of targets for Santoro to pursue with that attack, and she may have just hit the jackpot!

Stew-O: Mia rolls underneath the bottom rope and she drags Jamie up to her feet. She takes her by the head and she runs her face-first into the ring post! Jamie hits the post hard, and she lies there, just needing a breather after that nasty bump into the post.

Jake Mercer: Santoro turns Jamie around and she tucks her head in. She tries to lift her up vertically, but Jamie desperately wraps her arm around the ring post! Mia tries one more time, but Jamie hangs onto the post for dear life! Both of these women are once again fighting for position, and there’s no telling how this is gonna play out!

Flannery McCoy: Valdez slips free, and she kicks Mia in the ribs! She takes her by the wrists, and she yanks forward, guiding her into the ring post! Goodness! The top of Mia’s head made nasty impact with the post, and Jamie then throws Mia right back in!

Stew-O: She climbs onto the apron and makes her way up to the top rope. Jamie aims for Santoro, who looks very dazed right now… Valdez dives off the top rope! FLYING HURRICANRANA! AND SHE GETS A PINFALL OUT OF IT AFTERWARDS!

OOONNNNEEEEEE!!!

TTTWWWWOOOOOO!!!

Flannery McCoy: KICK OUT! Jamie shakes her head as Mia gets her shoulder up just in time! Santoro lies there, groaning from the effect that Jamie’s offense has had to this point. Valdez kneels up, wanting this one to be over with, but Santoro is clearly going to keep fighting! That doesn’t bode well for Valdez, the longer that this match goes.

Stew-O: I have to agree with you there. Mia has been in positions like this many times. She’s been here for some years now, and she knows what it’s like to be champion in EAW, unlike Valdez. If she can keep showing some endurance here, it may end up tiring Valdez out, both physically and mentally.

Jake Mercer: Jamie isn’t going to give up that easy, though! She pulls Mia up and sends a punch to the forehead! Mia staggers, hardly able to respond. I think her bell has to be rung after that, but the referee hasn’t stepped in to question if she can continue!

Flannery McCoy: Well, if it continues to look ugly for her like this, your wish may very well come true. Mia stumbles, and Jamie sees her chance! She runs off the ropes, tilt-a-whirling around the body for the ‘PRODIGY DESTROYER’ — WAIT!

Stew-O: NOT SO EASY! Santoro hangs on to the legs of Valdez as they’re wrapped around her head! Jamie tries desperately to break free, but Santoro isn’t going for it as she brings her down with an ALABAMA SLAM! The back of Jamie’s head just bounced off the canvas! But as her legs are still in the air from that alabama slam, Santoro then hangs on to the legs!

Jake Mercer: She ties them up over her shoulder, deadlifting Valdez off the canvas! POWERBOMB! THEN SHE LEAPS INTO A DOUBLE FOOT STOMP! ‘FORGET ME NOT!’ AND A COMBINATION LIKE THAT SURE WON’T BE FORGOTTEN! Santoro quickly scrambles into the cover!

OOONNNNEEEEEE!!!

TTTWWWWOOOOOO!!!

TTTHHHH–

Stew-O: KICK OUT! VALDEZ REMAINS IN THIS ONE! This is going to be a very tough bout for the both of these ladies! Neither one is willing to yield to the other! They both want success, and it’s up to how they react to failure!

Flannery McCoy: So far, it’s been a lot of trial and error from Santoro, but she’s beginning to really make Valdez work for EVERYTHING! Jamie is still down, meanwhile Mia is trying to recover the energy that she exerted.

Jake Mercer: Mia rises, and she brings Jamie up with her. She forearms her into the ropes. Jamie falls backwards, and she stumbles towards her. Mia sees Jamie on wobbly legs and she bounces off the ropes, running forward for ‘APHRODITE’S KISS!’ THE LEAPING FLATL—

Stew-O: VALDEZ CATCHES SANTORO IN MID-AIR AND SHE BRINGS HER DOWN WITH A URANAGE BACKBREAKER! CHRIST! HOW DID VALDEZ EVEN THINK TO EXECUTE A COUNTER LIKE THAT?!

Flannery McCoy: I don’t have the slightest clue, but she needs to keep pushing herself like that! Santoro is down, holding at her back, and Jamie crawls over for the cover!

OOONNNNEEEEEE!!!

TTTWWWWOOOOOO!!!

Jake Mercer: MIA KICKS OUT! Jamie isn’t done, though! She pulls Santoro up to her feet! Spinning thrust kick to the ribs! Santoro hunches over from the pain, and Valdez quickly runs off the ropes, seeing opportunity!

Stew-O: SWIFT TILT-A-WHIRL AROUND THE BODY OF SANTORO! ‘PRODIGY DESTROYER!’ SHE FLIPS INSIDE OUT, SENDING MIA ONTO HER HEAD! That’ll never get old for me, as Santoro isn’t even moving! It’s really possible we could’ve lost a former champion here on Dynasty!

Flannery McCoy: Jamie rolls Santoro over! She looks for her second pinfall in just a matter of a minute, and the referee is down for the count!

OOONNNNEEEEEE!!!

TTTWWWWOOOOOO!!!

TTTHHHHRRRR—

Stew-O: BUT MIA KICKS OUT! JAMIE SPENT A LOT OF TIME LOOKING FOR THAT DESTROYER, BUT IT STILL WASN’T ENOUGH TO SECURE HER THE WIN!

Jamie Valdez: (off-mic) WHAT?! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!

Jake Mercer: It’s a very impressive move, no doubt about it! However, it’s just not enough to keep Mia Santoro down, and that’s gonna eat up at her more than anything else! Jamie is still trying to keep her foot on the gas pedal and leave with the win!

Stew-O: She stumbles into the turnbuckles, pulling on the ropes. Santoro is still trying to recover, despite the shape that she’s in. Jamie doesn’t care, though, as he demands that Santoro bring herself up to her feet! Finally, after constant meandering from her opponent… Santoro is beginning to rise.

Flannery McCoy: A smirk appears on the face of Valdez, who leaps up onto the knee and winds her axe back for ‘Fierce Kick’ — but Santoro sees it coming and throws her arms up to block Jamie’s head from slicing down on the top of her head! The power in that block ends up hurting Valdez as well, who falls to the canvas!

Jake Mercer: That was VERY close to being the end for Santoro, who has bought herself some time to recover! Valdez clutches at her hamstring, grimacing in pain from that counter by Santoro! Mia slowly rises, as does Jamie, albeit on a limp…

Stew-O: Mia notes that Jamie’s leg isn’t in the best shape, and she sends a superkick to the knee of the hurt leg! Jamie goes down immediately, and Mia cracks her with a roundhouse kick to the skull! ‘TWO FOR THE ROAD!’ THAT TWO KICK COMBINATION IS WHAT SANTORO NEEDED! SHE ROLLS JAMIE OVER FOR THE COVER!

OOONNNNEEEEEE!!!

TTTWWWWOOOOOO!!!

TTTHHHHRRRRRRREEE—

Flannery McCoy: KICK OUT! VALDEZ GETS HER SHOULDER UP IN TIME! Despite the pain in her leg, it’s not enough for Mia to exploit it into victory! Jamie still carries on, and that only makes Mia’s life harder as she needs to keep acting, just like Valdez was forced to do so after she kicked out!

Jake Mercer: And you know that Effy McAvoy has to be watching this one very closely! One of these two men will join her at Pain For Pride with the Interwire Championship up for grabs, and if they’re bringing this much intensity and passion—imagine what it’ll be at the biggest show of the year!

Stew-O: Instead of trying to force another big move like Valdez did, Santoro knows what Jamie didn’t scout for and she targets that newly worked knee! This wasn’t incorporated in Jamie’s gameplan, and Mia knows that!

Flannery McCoy: She sends repeated stomps to the hamstring, and then she hooks the ankle of Valdez and flips her over into a half crab! Valdez screams out in agony as Santoro is working down on that leg with no remorse!

Referee: (off-mic) Jamie, do you give up?! Just give me the word and I’ll call this one off!

Jamie Valdez: (off-mic) NOOO! NEVER!

Stew-O: Valdez claims now that she won’t give up, but if she doesn’t get out of this one, she won’t have much of a choice! Santoro is trying to rip her leg off right now, and Valdez is so close to the ropes!

Jake Mercer: Jamie reaches out… and she DOES get her hand on the bottom rope in time! Mia releases the hold, falling to her fours. The pace that both of these women have been wrestling at is beginning to wear on the both of them, but one of them is going to have to keep going regardless of that pain that they’re in!

Flannery McCoy: Santoro is up first, seeing that Jamie is still laid out underneath the bottom rope. She slowly drags her up to her feet, and she lifts her up! Scoop and a slam—NO! Jamie slips behind! She shoves Santoro chest-first into the turnbuckles! She knows that bodyslam would’ve led straight to ‘Chase The Feeling!’

Stew-O: That shove into the corner forces Santoro to stagger out, holding at her chest in pain… but as she does so, that means her hands are lowered, allowing Valdez to run TO the corner and spring off the middle rope into ‘DESTINY CUTTER!’ SHE GOT HER! JAMIE ROLLS MIA OVER AND SHE HOOKS THE LEGS!

OOONNNNEEEEEE!!!

TTTWWWWOOOOOO!!!

TTTHHHHRRRRRRREEEEE—

Jake Mercer: TOO CLOSE TO THE CORNER! SANTORO GETS HER FOOT ON THE BOTTOM ROPE JUST IN TIME! MASSIVE ROOKIE MISTAKE FROM VALDEZ!

Jamie Valdez: (off-mic) WHAT?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!

Referee: (off-mic) THAT WAS TWO! I’M SORRY JAMIE! YOU’VE GOTTA FOCUS BACK ON THE MATCH!

Jamie Valdez: (off-mic) OH SHUT UP!

Flannery McCoy: Jamie made a great play by distracting Santoro enough to get the Destiny Cutter off, but she should’ve gotten her far, far away from the ropes! Jamie is now forced to pick up the pieces, and she’s going to have to move quickly! Santoro is out of it!

Stew-O: Valdez rolls Santoro into the drop zone, and she looks up to the top rope with a big grin on her face. She takes the ropes and rises to her feet, then she exits to the apron. Jamie begins to climb to the top rope, and she stands up tall on the top ropes, pointing down at Mia…

Jake Mercer: Wait just a minute! Valdez wants to get in the head of Santoro! SHE DIVES OFF THE TOP ROPE! ‘CHASE THE FEELING!’ THE LEGDROP FROM THE HEAVENS! JAMIE WANTS TO USE MIA’S FINISHING MOVE AGAINST HER—

Stew-O: —BUT IT BACKFIRES! SANTORO MOVES OUT OF THE WAY! AND VALDEZ GETS TAKEN OUT OF COMMISSION BY GOING SPINE FIRST INTO THE CANVAS MUCH LIKE MIA DID EARLIER!

Flannery McCoy: That brings Valdez onto her stomach, crying out in agony! She clutches at her back, and Mia has found an opening thanks to Valdez’s ego setting her up for failure! Jamie crawls to the center of the ring, doing everything in her power to try and force herself back to recovery…

Jake Mercer: Santoro is up after Valdez! She sees this, and she grabs Jamie from behind! She lifts her up for a german suplex! Valdez gets dropped onto the back of her head and on the bad back! Valdez writhes in pain, and Santoro isn’t done! She really wants to continue inflicting punishment on Valdez!

Stew-O: This is certainly her chance to teach Jamie a lesson! Jamie rolls over, struggling. She crawls to the ropes, and Santoro follows her up! She takes her by the head and swings her around to the center of the ring! Santoro bypasses Jamie, leaping up to the ropes!

Flannery McCoy: Valdez looks up in shock… ‘WOLFSBANE!’ SANTORO COMES FLYING WITH THE SPRINGBOARD CUTTER! SHE JUST PLANTED JAMIE FACE-FIRST INTO THE CENTER OF THE RING! JAMIE SET HERSELF UP IN PRIME POSITION FOR THIS ONE TO BE OVER WITH!

Jake Mercer: SANTORO DOESN’T MAKE THE COVER, THOUGH! She looks down at Jamie and she simply shakes her head! Santoro instead looks up to the top rope, and she exits to the apron! Santoro takes the ropes, and she climbs up, turnbuckle by turnbuckle…

Stew-O: Mia stands all the way at the top! She was looking for this earlier in the match, and now she finally feels comfortable given the position that Valdez is in! She wastes no time, leaping off the top!

Flannery McCoy: ‘CHASE! THE! FEELING!’ THE DIVING LEGDROP CONNECTS THIS TIME! HER LEG WRAPS AROUND THE THROAT OF VALDEZ, AND SHE WHEEZES OUT IN AGONY! That easily knocked all of the wind out of her, and Santoro floats over, hooking the legs!

Jake Mercer: The referee is there for the cover! THIS COULD BE IT!

OOOOOONNNNEEEEEEEEEE!!!

TTTTWWWWWOOOOOOOOO!!!!

TTTHHHHRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

(DING DING DING!)

Stephie Love: Here is your winner of this match, and now number one contender to the Interwire Championship… MIIAAAAA!! SANTOOORRRROOOO!!!

(Mia rolls off of Jamie, elated to finally be done with her and moving on to greener pastures. Santoro rises to her feet and the referee takes her arm, raising it up. Santoro parades around the ring, very full of herself, while Valdez is shellshocked after that win.)

Stew-O: MIA SANTORO PICKS UP THE WIN AND SHE IS HEADED TO PAIN FOR PRIDE! That was a great showing from both women! I don’t want to take anything away from either of them! They both came to work, but Santoro is the one who leaves with the win!

Jake Mercer: Jamie made a timely mistake at the very end of that match, and she had to pay for it as a result! She wanted to beat Mia with her own move, and by making that decision, it set herself up for doom!

Flannery McCoy: It’s not the end of the world for Jamie. If she continues to impress weekly, opportunities like that will come again for her, but Santoro has had a very strong season and she looks to cap things off in the best way possible by taking that Interwire Championship from Effy McAvoy!

(A commercial airs for The Boys season 5 featuring Drake Armstrong as Soldier Boy. )

(The graphic for the next match is shown off.)

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(The camera cuts to Stephie Love in the ring.)

Stephie Love: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

Crowd: ONE FALL!

(‘POV’ by Clipse & Tyler the Creator can be heard blaring throughout the speakers as the crowd roars with the arrival of Cy Henderson. Cy takes a glance upon the audience tonight, not all too receptive to their reactions as he keeps his expression tame while looking ahead to the ring, with his own custom-made jersey as an official.)

Stephie Love: Introducing the SPECIAL GUEST REFEREE… EAW HALL OF FAMER, CYYYYYYY HENDERSON!!!

Stew-O: Cy Henderson has quite an interesting match here to officiate, as Drake King is not all too happy about having to contend for his own Pain for Pride main event with Cy being able to compromise that!

Jake Mercer: He’s just gonna have to deal with it if he wants to find himself in that main event! It’s another hurdle that’s being thrown his way for sure, but BRAE has got one hell of an opportunity here as well!

(‘Ultra Instinct’ can be heard blaring throughout the speakers as the audience reacts loudly to the arrival of the former Interwire Champion, BRAE. He’s gazing upon the crowd with an intense gaze on his face, maintaining all of his focus as he’s walking down the ramp ready for this incredibly crucial match to come.)

Stephie Love: Introducing first! From Novosibirsk, Russia! Weighing in at 215 pounds… ‘SON’ BRRRRRRRRRAE!!!

Stew-O: The former Interwire Champion has always remained one to step into any & every challenge, and this is not any different, although the circumstances in question are surely raising the ire of this match in a more unpredictable manner. BRAE’s looking to have a career-altering encounter with his opponent tonight, and that much will be all the more of an anticipating watch!

Flannery McCoy: BRAE couldn’t punch his ticket to Pain for Pride through the Grand Rampage match, but he gets to march into battle yet again against the competitor of the caliber that Drake King always is, it’s nothing that BRAE hasn’t encountered time & time again before, as he’s looking to make this one truly count!

(‘When Darkness Falls’ by Killswitch Engage blares throughout the speakers, with Drake King making his way out from the back & standing at the entrance ramp with a grimacing look. Drake looks outward with his focus intact, the crowd continuing to let their reactions be heard as he would proceed to walk down the ramp.)

Stephie Love: Introducing his opponent! From Heaven’s Gate, weighing in at 220 pounds… HE IS ‘GOD’, DRAAAAAAKE, KINGGGGGG!!!

Stew-O: Drake King will be venturing into yet another battle against a battle-tested BRAE, as this match tonight will be embroiled with enough intensity from his own end due to the circumstances of this match that can play an immense role! Drake is known to be stepping into much more unpredictable waters tonight.

Jake Mercer: He’s gonna have to look out for Cy here, or else his own temper will cost him more than anything if this goes the way Cy may want it to go! These two elitists tonight will be looking to establish themselves in that Pain for Pride main event picture, and having that victory tonight is what it’s gonna take!

(DING! DING! DING!)

Stew-O: And we’re off!!! BRAE takes on Drake King right where on Fighting Spirit as Cy Henderson is the special guest referee of this outing! Drake & BRAE don’t waste another moment as they are pacing themselves around the ring, looking to kick this match off without having to spend another second away from gaining control as they soon engage in this collar and elbow tie-up! BRAE & Drake are looking to push one another back, as these are the very crucial beginnings of a match where you have to garner all of the control that you can while looking to have the most sizable start!

Flannery McCoy: But Drake is able to push the former Interwire Champion back, being able to send him into the ropes that are behind him and keep him at bay! Cy is counting away, not looking to give Drake too much control here as he risks a disqualification the longer that this continues! Drake King slowly begins to let go of BRAE, nodding to the Cy as BRAE gives his own nod here as he’s not looking to also disparage from here–BUT DRAKE IMMEDIATELY REACHES & MAINTAINS A HEADLOCK AROUND THE HEAD OF BRAE! BRAE is left in a difficult spot right here as this match persists!

Cy Henderson: (off-mic) You applying that correctly, Drake…?

Drake King: (off-mic) Shut your mouth…

Jake Mercer: Aw man! They’re talkin’! And this is not the spot that BRAE wants to find himself in as Drake King is looking to maintain as much of this control as he possibly can, shaking his own head as he is refusing any leeway while BRAE drops to a knee! The former Interwire Champion is left in a very difficult spot at the moment as Drake is refusing all of the control from his opponent, making this a tough task for BRAE as—HE SUDDENLY HOISTS DRAKE UPWARDS AND DROPS HIM WITH A BACK SUPLEX TO BREAK THE CONTROL! BRAE frees himself as Drake is looking to return back to his feet—

Stew-O: BUT HE’S CAUGHT BY A VICIOUS KNIFE EDGE CHOP ACROSS HIS CHEST!!!! BRAE is now looking to push all of the offense forward as the chop sends Drake King into the corner, trying to emerge away from the corner as quickly as possible—BUT ANOTHER CHOP ACROSS HIS CHEST KEEPS DRAKE AT BAY!!! BRAE is refusing to let up as he is continuing to maintain all of the pressure with each chop while Cy is proceeding to count down from here as well! This is not panning out all too well for Drake here as this will have to cause some kind of turning point! There would be a count here, but…

(BRAE glances off to his left, as Cy simply turns his gaze to the other direction, raising his arm to check his nonexistent watch on his wrist.)

Flannery McCoy: Welp! BRAE KEEPS CHOPPING AWAY! Drake is in all of the trouble here, as now the former Interwire Champion looks to rebound with a discus BOOT—DRAKE WITH A RAKE OF BRAE’S FACE! BEFORE HE TOSSES BRAE OVERHEAD OUT OF THE RING IN RETURN! He took advantage of Cy’s back being turned!