Pain For Pride XVIII

(EAW Intro Plays)

(The camera pans over the Camp Nou Stadium in Barcelona, Spain. There we see it all set up for Pain For Pride 18, Night Three, an event that will forever change the landscape in the EAW. One man stands in the ring as he looks into the camera to speak.)

Narrator: Dolor Por Orgullo… Pain For Pride…. The Showcase of the Immortals, and what we have seen the last two nights can only be summed up in one word, AMAZING. From Night One victories and defeat, to the utter gore, and celebration of Night Two.

(The footage of Cash In The Vault starts to play throughout the arena. We see Ryan Joseph Wilson, Miku Sakai, Kirk Redwood, KASAI, Daryl Kinkade, and finally the winner Hans Grayson hold up the Briefcase once he takes it off the hook. It then transitions to Jay Jerry Johnson scoring a huge win and some say upset over Brian Daniels.)

Narrator: But not all victories were sweet, not all losses were bitter, as the EAW Elitists continue to set the bar for this event, as titles changed, opportunities were won, and legends were born.

(The screen switches to The British Invasion losing the Unified Tag Team Championships to Fire & Ice, with Elysium involved in the match as well, both losing teams looking on at the champions. It then changes to Harper Lee using brass knuckles and getting her win to crown herself as the National Elite Champion while Cody Maverick fought off Silas World, but it wasn’t enough.)

Narrator: But not all of those that had their hands raised felt like winners, the grueling display of winning was in full force and the brutality was simply astonishing.

(The footage has Dr. Bethany Blue with her arm raised, bloody, wet, and bruised up, holding the Hardcore Championship while Limmy Monaghan is seen covered in blood holding his neck with a scalpel in it as Doctors aid him. It then switches to Drake Armstrong with victory ibn his grasp over the legend known as Impact.)

Narrator: And for some? It was history making, where they make their mark on the carved stones of EAW lore.

(Veena Adams is seen holding up the Answers World Championship while Donovan Duke looks on with blood pouring down his mouth, TLA dejected and Milli Banks getting medical attention. The Showdown roster is seen standing tall over Silas World.)

Narrator: Night Three will be no different. For there are Two World Championships on the line, two other important championships, an opportunity to be the 24/7 Battle Royal winner, a bitter feud of former allies and a challenge that will end in a Blood Oath.)

(It starts scrolling through the Elitists that will be feuding tonight, first with Selina Reyes and Candice Blair. It then transitions to Minerva and Methuselah. It then switches to the challengers of Ashlynn Quinn, Grace De Luca, BRAE, Ms. Extreme, Joso, and finally Drake King. The Champions that will be in action tonight from Effy McAvoy, Chris Elite, Bea Valentine, and Cy Henderson. )

Narrator: Are you ready for the final night of Pain For Pride and the end of Season 18? We are. Barcelona! Let’s finish it off and let them hear your voices loud as we end PAIN FOR PRIDE 18!

(The Narrator smiles as he turns to the huge Tron that shows the Pain For Pride logo before it fades.)

??? AND NOW SPOTIFY PRESENTS – THE 18TH ANNUAL 2025 PAIN FOR PRIDE – NIGHT THREE!

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(Inside the Stadium, the fireworks go off as 100 Thousand stand strong cheering wildly inside the Camp Nou Stadium in Barcelona, Spain. “Wake Me Up” by the Weeknd featuring Justice plays as the crowd is on their feet chanting. The camera pans over to the Voltage Announce Team of Rich Russillo and Persephone.)

Rich Russillo: WE HAVE MADE IT TO NIGHT THREE OF PAIN FOR PRIDE WHERE TWO WORLD TITLES WILL BE DECIDED, TWO FEUDS WILL COME TO A HEAD, A 24/7 CONTRACT TO BE WON AND TWO OTHER TITLES ON THE LINE! WELCOME TO THE EXCITING CONCLUSION OF PAIN FOR PRIDE: NIGHT THREE! I AM RICH RUSSILLO ALONG WITH MY PARTNER IN CRIME, PERSEPHONE! WE ARE ALSO JOINED BY THE SHOWDOWN TEAM OF DEADPREZ, EVE, AND GAVIN KIRKLAND! ALONG THE DYNASTY TEAM OF JAKE MERCER, STEW-O, AND FLANNERY MCCOY! TALK ABOUT WHAT AN EVEN WE HAVE HAD SO FAR.

Persephone: EVEN I HAVE TO ADMIT THAT WHAT WE HAVE SEEN SO FAR HAS BEEN TRULY EPIC! AND TONIGHT, WILL BE NO DIFFERENT, BUT I WANT TO GET THIS OVER WITH SO LET’S GO DOWN TO BELLA BRAXTON TO KICK US OFF WITH THE FIRST MATCH OF NIGHT THREE!

Rich Russillo: OH, THIS IS GOING TO BE GOOD! TAKE IT AWAY BELLA!

(The camera pans to Bella Braxton in the ring as the graphic for the first match of Pain For Pride: Night Three appears.)

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(Slowly, the camera would fade back to a long shot of the Spotify Camp Nou, as a video package begins to play…)

(The crowd would roar as the video package comes to a close, before we fade back to the broadcast. The camera pans inside of the Spotify Camp Nou where the sea of EAW fans are holding up their posters and cheering out of their minds. It pans to the stage where there is a giant glacier covered in snow. Going down the ramp, there is a CGI of a stream running down till it reaches the bottom of the ramp. On the sides of the ramp, there are a bunch of icebergs.)

(As seen above the stage, there are cosmic waves coming together. Some ominous music begins to play before a single beam of light shines as the ground opens up. Then, Linkin Park is revealed to be rising up above. The beginning notes of ‘The Emptiness Machine’ begins to play. Mike Shinoda begins to sing.)

🎵Your blades are sharpened with precision

Flashing your favorite point of view

I know you’re waiting in the distance

Just like you always do, just like you always do… 🎶

(Flames begin to shoot from the outline of the stage. In the background, you can see the giant glacier, slowly beginning to collapse down due to the excessive heat. The flames begin to go down the side of the ramp, melting the icebergs and turning it into a stream as it begins to trickle down the ramp.)

🎵Already pullin’ me in…🎶

(It pans to the main glacier, where it’s melting the slowest. Then, it pans back to Linkin Park as they continue to sing.)

🎵Already under my skin

And I know exactly how this ends, I…🎶

🎵Let you cut me open just to watch me bleed

Gave up who I am for who you wanted me to be

Don’t know why I’m hopin’ for what I won’t receive

Fallin’ for the promise of the emptiness machine

The emptiness machine…🎶

(The guitar and drums continue to play for a moment or two. Suddenly, the same light beam from before shoots from above into the glacier, causing it to shatter like glass and crumble to the ground. A ground begins to rip apart, leaving a hole. Then, slowly from below, it is revealed to be Ms. Extreme as she begins to ascend.)

( At the same time, flames begin to ignite around her but she remains unharmed. She is wearing her custom made outfit, specifically for tonight. The outfit consists of a swarvoski, iridescent, clear and red, black and white opal rhinestone bodysuit with matching shoulder pads that have sharp icicles pointing out. She has a white and light red detachable tulle overskirt with matching ring boots. The outfit is topped off with a gothic red and black tiara, decked with the same material as the bodysuit. Then, the scene pans to new lead singer, Emily Armstrong as she sings the second verse. Ms. Extreme mouths the words to the lyrics, hyping herself up.)

🎵Goin’ around like a revolver

It’s been decided how we lose

‘Cause there’s a fire under the altar

I keep on lyin’ to, I keep on lyin’ to…🎶

(Ms. Extreme surveys the sold out crowd around her before taking a deep breath and making her take a long walk down the ramp. The CGI stream has completely disappeared. The flames being maintained on the side of the stage. With each step that Ms. Extreme takes, she leaves a CGI trail of footprints on fire behind her. The music continues to play as she finally makes it down the ramp.)

🎵I only wanted to be part of somethin’

I only wanted to be part of, part of

I only wanted to be part of somethin’

I only wanted to be part of, part of

I only wanted to be part of somethin’

I only wanted to be part…🎶

(The moment has arrived for Ms. Extreme. This was it. If there is a woman who knows a thing or two about the pain of losing at this event, it’s Ms. Extreme. Last year, she walked into the same event. She wasn’t supposed to be in the Pain for Pride main event last year and yet, she’s here. It’s the same tone going into this year. In her heart, her season ended at Shock Value. She no longer had the strength to move on and carry herself at the end of the season. She couldn’t. Her heart was no longer in it. She wasn’t supposed to return at Fighting Spirit, let alone find herself in an opportunity to compete for the Universal Women’s Championship. Let alone win the match and yet, she finds herself in this position again. Another World Championship match, another Pain for Pride main event. She would love to redeem herself from last year, to prove that she had something to offer. That she could still be something great.)

(Ms. Extreme stood inside the ring as she waited for Bea Valentine.)

???: HEAR HEEEE HEAR HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

(The crowd would turn their heads to the stage. A loud male voice boomed through the speaker system, and it would quickly be followed up by loud metal cracking.)

(Stood on the stage would be an entire orchestra, all donning Knight armour. In their hands, many mediaeval instruments. Marching through the curtains, however, was one more Knight. A microphone was attached to his helmet. Making his way onto the stage, he marched royally, before standing stoically at the very top of the ramp.)

???: WE GATHER HERE TODAY… TO INTRODUCE THE WORLD… NAY… THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE TO A PHENOMENA THAT SHALL BE UNRIVALLED FOR CENTURIES! A CHAMPION THAT HAS CONQUERED SUPERNOVA, A CHAMPION THAT HAS TAMED LEGENDS, A CHAMPION THAT HAS TOURED ACROSS OUR ENTIRE BIG, BLUE GLOBE, AND HAS ARRIVED HERE FROM THE NEW WORLD!

(The Knight raises his arms, jazzing his hands theatrically. But who could this man be?)

???: SHE IS THE UNSTOPPABLE FORCE, JUST AS SHE IS THE IMMOVABLE OBJECT! SHE IS HERE TO CONQUER ONE MORE QUEEN… FOR SHE IS THE TRUE EMPRESS OF ELITE ANSWERS WRESTLING!!!!

???: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN…

(The man lifts up his mask to reveal…)

(Cornelius.)

Cornelius: THE EMPRESS OF THE UNIVERSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(Cornelius would step to his side. Reaching from behind, he would grab a long red carpet, and perfectly roll it down the ramp, as if he had rehearsed it for a millenia.)

???: WONDERFUL! NOW, CORNELIUS… PLAY MY MUSIC!!!

Cornelius: AS YOU WISH, MY LIEGE!!!!!

(Cornelius would reach to his sheath, grabbing what appears to be the handle of a sword… as he pulls out a conductor’s baton…)

(He would begin to wave, as the Orchestra then begins to play ‘Gloria’! The crowd would roar in excitement, as Cornelius enthusiastically conducted the orchestra. The lights on the stage would slowly fade between gold and purple, matching the colours of the Universal Women’s Championship, as a spotlight begins to form near the curtain. Stepping out into the spotlight, donning an outfit that matches the very colour scheme of those lights, decked out in sparkles, and her crown sitting atop her head, the Universal Women’s Champion Bea Valentine would step out through the curtains. Waving and raising her arms theatrically, she moved along with her theme music, slowly making her way down the ramp. The audience would continue to cheer, as Bea Valentine marched through such a historical stadium.)

(Making her way to the bottom of the ramp, she noticed Ms. Extreme flashing her a violent glare. No part of her cared, she continued to smirk and smile, waving her coat as she turned the corner, moving past the corner post, and sliding onto the apron facing the hardcam. She raised her arms, as streamers would begin to fly, coating Bea Valentine in the white, gold and purple colours of the Universal Women’s Championship. A satisfied grin met her face. After all this time…)

(She had made it.)

(The Champion stepped into the ring, as one orchestra came to an end. ‘Gloria’ began to fade out… but the second orchestra? They continued.)

Crowd: VAL-EN-TINE! VAL-EN-TINE! VAL-EN-TINE!

(She had all the support in this stadium. She smirked, as she stepped back into her corner. Eventually, we heard a voice speak up.)

Bella Braxton: THE OPENING CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL… AND IT IS FOR THE UNIVERSAL WOMEN’S CHAMPIONSHIP!!!!!!!!

Crowd: :blessed:

Bella Braxton: INTRODUCING FIRST, THE CHALLENGER… SHE IS THE WINNER OF THE NO WAY OUT MATCH… SHE IS THE FALLEN QUEEN… SHE IS… MS… EXTREEEEEEEEEEMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

Crowd: :boo:

Bella Braxton: And now, The Champion… SHE… IS YOUR EMPRESS OF ELITE… SHE… IS YOUR UNIVERSAL WOMEN’S CHAMPION… SHE… IS BEAAAAAAAAAAAAA VALENTIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!

Crowd: :blessed:

(The crowd, wholly in support of Bea Valentine, would show their love as the Universal Women’s Championship is raised into the air. The lights would return to normal, the spotlights would fade, and then, the bell would ring.)

(DING! DING! DING!)

Rich Russillo: HERE. WE. GO. THE BOUT TO DETERMINE THE BEST WOMEN’S COMPETITOR IN ALL OF EAW BEGINS HERE.

(The bell would ring, as Ms. Extreme and Bea Valentine slowly begin to approach one another in the centre of the mat. For a handful of moments, mere seconds that feel like an eternity — the home of FC Barcelona would begin to bounce, all the while feeling as if the world stood still. A balance of hype, and tension. Those very rare instances where the world feels frozen, and as if it was moving at a hundred miles an hour all the same. The Champion, Bea Valentine, would stand with a smirk on her face. Unphased by her opposition yet evidently moved by the occasion. Yet on the other hand, it feels all too familiar for Ms. Extreme. It wasn’t the first nor the second time she had been in such a position, she knew how to rise to the occasion, standing stoic — she, too, unphased. By her opposition, and by the moment… she is at home here, and in her eyes, Bea Valentine is improaching on her territory.)

(The two continued to exchange a glance, The Fallen Queen and The Eternal Empress duelling it out to determine who would truly wear the crown. A stare down like this isn’t just as a result of how personal this feud has become, they are both standing their ground, showing how neither one of them are willing to give up their position — their intensity and their iron will on full display for the world to see…)

(…And then…)

Rich Russillo: ‘HOLY GROUND’!!!! LEAPING MUSHROOM STOMP FROM MS. EXTREME CATCHES BEA VALENTINE OFF GUARD! INTO THE COVER!!!

OOONNNNEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

TTWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

TTTTTTHHHHHRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEE!!!!

…

Rich Russillo: A SHOULDER UP FROM BEA VALENTINE!

(It became abundantly clear who was truly in control. No matter who it is that holds the Championship, Ms. Extreme made a statement; it was her who would dictate the pace of this one. Bea Valentine occupies the throne, but Ms. Extreme too knows what it’s like to sit upon it. Bea Valentine’s eyes almost looked glazed over, though she still maintained that piece of consciousness to push forward. She was not knocked out, not concussed, not dazed, she was taken aback and was very clearly reeling early on. The Eternal Empress would attempt to rise back to her feet…)

Rich Russillo: BUT MS. EXTREME CHARGES FORWARD AGAIN!

Persephone: Oh lawd. :mjlol:

Rich Russillo: SHE LIFTS BEA VALENTINE INTO THE AIR AND PLANTS HER WITH ‘RED QUEEN’S RAMPAGE’!!! THE KNOCKOUT SLAM, DRIVES BEA VALENTINE INTO THE MAT WITH VELOCITY!!!

(Bea then slumped over. Camille, on the other hand, was not done…)

Rich Russillo: WITH A CHUNK OF HER HAIR IN HAND, BEA IS LIFTED UP… BEFORE BEING PLANTED WITH A DRAGON SUPLEX!!! RIGHT ONTO THE TOP OF HER HEAD, MS. EXTREME IS DOMINATING THIS MATCH EARLY ON!!!

Persephone: You know out of all matches I wasn’t expecting a massacre in a main event. Refreshing. 😋

Rich Russillo: Bea Valentine isn’t out of it yet but she sure is taken aback! She’s clinging onto her neck, and Ms. Extreme doesn’t plan on letting her recover! She marches on over, and slowly begins to lift her back up!

Rich Russillo: Hooking her arms… she hits ANOTHER Dragon Suplex! She has already began to tear the Champion apart, and you have to wonder – how much of this is a long time coming for Ms. Extreme? How much of this is frustration from her end that has accumulated over the course of years? How much of this right now is her innermost desire to reclaim the Championship she lost all those years ago?

Persephone:…That’s probably her goal yeah. 🤨

Rich Russillo: Ms. Extreme is laying into Bea Valentine with some heavy hitting moves, this isn’t a close back and forth, where the two feel one another out – Ms. Extreme is looking for a bloodbath after being threatened with her own life at the hands of Bea Valentine! Bea promised she would do anything to put her six feet under, and well, you have to wonder whether or not Ms. Extreme is going to be the one to deliver on that promise instead…

(The No Way Out winner slowly began to rise to her feet, inching closer and closer to Bea Valentine as if she were a predator hunting her prey; a shark smelling blood in the ocean. Bea Valentine, sprawled out in the center of the ring, stared back up at Ms. Extreme, who looked down on her with a determined yet brutal gaze. Her foot slowly rested beside Bea’s head. Once more, Ms. Extreme grabbed a chunk of Bea Valentine’s hair, lifting her back up to a standing base…)

Rich Russillo: BUT LOOK! BEA VALENTINE BEGINS TO FIGHT BACK! THROWING HAYMAKERS ONE AFTER ANOTHER AT THE CHAMPION–

Persephone: Denied :mjlol:.

Rich Russillo: BUT AGAIN; A SNAP DRAGON SUPLEX THIS TIME FROM MS. EXTREME! She is REFUSING to lose control, and Bea Valentine once again is slumped down against the mat!

Rich Russillo: At the very least, the spark of hope for Bea Valentine is the fact that we are STILL in the early stages of this one! Let’s not forget FC Barcelona, suffering a crushing 4-0 defeat to Paris Saint Germain in the first leg of the 2017 UEFA Champions League Round of 16, only to come back with a monumental 6-1 victory to win 6-5 on aggregate, and advance to the Quarter Finals! A historical moment in this very stadium; to write Bea Valentine off here would absolutely be unwise!

Persephone: Now I know you don’t watch Soccer 🤨.

Rich Russillo: Futbol, Persephone! Futbol.

(Bea Valentine’s head began to rock back and forth; yet in spite of her slowed, dazed and drowsy manner, no part of her wanted to physically back down. The entire Camp Nou CONTINUED to rally up behind her in support. Bea Valentine’s taped up fist met Ms. Extreme’s foot. Gripping her ankle, she slowly used her body as support to bring herself back to a standing base…)

(Ms. Extreme looked down on Bea. She had no intentions to stop this massacre. To crush her body, to crush her spirit…)

(Yet she wasn’t banking on the idea that it may very well be impossible…)

(…Bea Valentine was smirking.)

(In spite of the pain, in spite of how much control had slipped from her hands from the moment the bell rang, all that mattered to Bea Valentine was proving just how great of a Champion she truly was… deep inside, it reminded something in Ms. Extreme. Her head shook…)

(As she hit the ropes once more.)

Rich Russillo: ‘HOLY GROUND’!!!!

Persephone: Roll up from Bea Valentine!

OOOONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!

TTTTTTTTTWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

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Rich Russillo: KICK OUT FROM CAMILLE! THE TWO RECOVER BACK TO THEIR FEET, AND IMMEDIATELY CAMILLE THROWS A LARIAT! BEA VALENTINE DUCKS, AND SLIPS BEHIND CAMILLE! A SLEEPER HOLD IS QUICKLY APPLIED! A REAR NAKED CHOKE, SHE BEGINS TO WRAP HER ARMS AROUND CAMILLE’S THROAT LIKE A SERPENT INTENDING TO SQUEEZE THE LIFE OUT OF HER OPPONENT—

Rich Russillo: BUT IT DOESN’T LAST QUICKLY! MS. EXTREME SLIPS OUT OF IT AND QUICKLY AIMS FOR ANOTHER DRAGON SUPLEX—

Rich Russillo: BEA HAD IT SCOUTED THIS TIME! SHE SNAPS HER ARMS DOWN BY HER SIDE AND CONNECTS WITH A HUGE ENZUIGIRI TO CAMILLE! THE CHALLENGER IS DAZED AND NOW IT FINALLY LOOKS LIKE BEA VALENTINE IS IN CONTROL HERE!!!

(Bea faces away from Camille, looking to hit the ropes…)

Rich Russillo: BUT CAMILLE MEETS HER WITH A FOREARM! BEA IS LEFT DAZED ON THE ROPES, AND NOW CAMILLE LOOKS TO RUN THE ROPES AT THE OPPOSITE SIDE…

Rich Russillo: DENIED! BEA CONNECTS WITH HER OWN HUGE HAYMAKER!! THINGS ARE LOOKING TO HEAT UP HERE AS BEA HITS THE ROPES ONCE MORE INTENDING TO CONNECT WITH ‘BEA TRIGGER’!!!

Rich Russillo AND IT—

Rich Russillo: IT’S DENIED!! MS. EXTREME SLOWS DOWN THE TEMPO ONCE MORE WITH A SNAP DRAGON SUPLEX!

(The crowd lets out a roar of exhaustion; on the edge of their seats as the tension began to rise, Bea slowly began to build up momentum only for Ms. Extreme to slice at her ankles and bring it back to the tempo she previously found to be most comfortable — slowly picking Bea apart, and giving her no time to build up offense.)

Rich Russillo: You can hear the breaths of the audience all leave their bodies; but you can SEE Bea Valentine’s exhaustion seep out of her immediately! She was JUST starting to build up some offense, and Ms. Extreme refused to let her have it, she pulled the rug from under her feet, and now Bea Valentine has to start from zero, start from scratch, all the while attempting to work her way out of Ms. Extreme’s tempo.

(Ms. Extreme once more began to slow down the pace. Bea Valentine, in the center of the ring, continued to tend to her neck. A weakness that Ms. Extreme very quickly began to take notice of. Slowly marching over, Camille kneeled down next to Bea…)

(Before placing her in a Bulldog Choke!)

(Almost instantaneously, Bea’s arms began to reach out for the ropes in panic. Ms. Extreme is operating as an iron wall that Bea Valentine thus far has simply been unable to break through; though there’s no part of her that is willing to stop. Despite being placed in the Bulldog Choke, Bea Valentine quickly began to climb back to her feet…)

(Only for Ms. Extreme to tackle her back down to the ground, and continue applying the submission hold.)

(The camera would begin to zoom in on Bea Valentine’s face; a twinkle in her eye would show that she had no intentions of tapping out and she surely wasn’t going to let herself pass out – she wasn’t feeling pain nor anguish, she was feeling a sense of determination that catches Ms. Extreme entirely off guard, something she simply can’t seem to quite understand in Bea Valentine. The words that she spoke to Bea Valentine throughout the week continued to play through both of their minds – “Deep down, you know that I am better than you. Hell, me battling depression was better than you.” Her supposed understanding that Bea Valentine believes that Ms. Extreme is better than her, that deep down she knows that this fight isn’t winnable… something in her eyes spoke a thousand words, words that Ms. Extreme didn’t want to hear.)

(In retaliation, Ms. Extreme began to drive her elbow into the side of Bea Valentine’s head, attempting to either knock her out, or drain all the energy out of her so that she would simply have to succumb to the Bulldog Choke. Yet with each elbow, the fire inside Bea only began to grow stronger, and stronger! Camille, far too stubborn to entertain this, cinched into the hold once more, applying as much pressure as she possibly could…)

(But it wasn’t enough.)

(Bea Valentine continued to rise back to her feet, delivering some elbows of her own! Elbow after elbow after elbow meeting Ms. Extreme’s mid-section, the Bulldog Choke slowly began to loosen, and Bea Valentine could feel herself getting more and more free!)

Rich Russillo: Bea Valentine is refusing to give up here! It doesn’t matter how tight Ms. Extreme had that submission hold, Bea Valentine found a way to power out of it, delivering one final elbow to break Ms. Extreme’s grip! Camille is dazed, and now Bea hits the ropes…

Rich Russillo: Connecting with a huge running forearm straight to the face! Ms. Extreme hits the mat, but she doesn’t stay down for too long! Perhaps that doesn’t matter though, as Bea Valentine still maintains the momentum, charging forward and hitting yet another forearm smash! Ms. Extreme collides with the canvas a second time, and Bea Valentine is rallying up the momentum here in Barcelona! This Championship match is coming alive here tonight!

(Bea Valentine charges forward…)

Rich Russillo: Slingblade!!

Persephone:….Nope :mjlol:. Another Dragon Suplex.

(…But…)

Rich Russillo: BUT BEA VALENTINE QUICKLY BOUNCES BACK TO HER KNEES! SHE LANDED ON HER NECK AND ROLLED THROUGH, POWERING THROUGH THE PAIN! GRITTING HER TEETH, SHE RETURNS TO HER FEET AND CATCHES MS. EXTREME OFF GUARD! THE SLINGBLADE CONNECTS THIS TIME!

Rich Russillo: THE BACK OF MS. EXTREME’S HEAD COLLIDES WITH THE CANVAS, AND SHE IMMEDIATELY BEGINS TO NURSE IT! FOR THE SPLIT SECOND HER EYES WERE TAKEN OFF THE GAME, BEA VALENTINE THEN SLIPPED OUT ONTO THE APRON! SHE’S CLIMBING THE TURNBUCKLES HERE!

(Bea Valentine would scale the turnbuckles, looking forward at a Ms. Extreme currently prone in the middle of the ring…)

Rich Russillo: STANDING TALL, SHE LEAPS… ‘FLIGHT OF THE BUMBLEBEA’!!!! THE FROG SPLASH CONNECTS, AND BEA QUICKLY ENTERS THE COVER!!

OOOOOOONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

TTTTTTTTTTWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

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Rich Russillo: BUT IT WASN’T ENOUGH!

(Ms. Extreme is quick to lift her shoulder off the mat, all the while trying to recover and nurse her pains. Bea Valentine slowly unravelled Ms. Extreme’s offense, and what did it was her unwavering devotion to her Championship — it wasn’t a tactic nor any move, it was her ability to power through the pain, and show Ms. Extreme that no matter how in control she thought she was, Bea Valentine refused to be boxed in.)

Rich Russillo: But Bea Valentine doesn’t seem to be finished here! She grabs Ms. Extreme and lifts her up to a standing base, before elevating her even higher into a Fireman’s Carry! Bea Valentine would march around with Ms. Extreme up on her shoulders…

Bea Valentine: (off-mic) CAMILLE, MINE CHALLENGER! YOU CANNOT ESCAPETH!!!!!

Rich Russillo: BEFORE PLANTING HER WITH A ROLLING FIREMAN’S CARRY!! BEA BOUNCES BACK TO HER FEET, BEFORE ONCE AGAIN SCALING THE TURNBUCKLES!!

…

Rich Russillo: DIVING ELBOW DROP! STRAIGHT THROUGH THE HEART; BEA VALENTINE LOOKS TO PIERCE THROUGH THE CHALLENGER’S DREAMS! INTO THE COVER!!!!

OONNNEEEEEEE

TTWWOOOOOO

Rich Russillo: BUT CAMILLE KICKS OUT! THE DIVING ELBOW WASN’T ENOUGH TO KEEP THE EAW HALL OF FAMER DOWN!! Ms. Extreme has taken much more than an elbow drop, but what’s important here is; she’s being worn down!!

Persephone: I miss the massacre.

Rich Russillo: Bea Valentine now slowly begins to lift Ms. Extreme back up to her feet… before lifting her up into the power bomb position! She turns her around to face the corner once more… BEFORE BOMBING HER STRAIGHT INTO THE TURNBUCKLES!! CAMILLE STUMBLES OUT OF THE CORNER—

Rich Russillo: BEFORE BEING LIFTED UP FOR THE ALABAMA SLAM!!! BEA VALENTINE DRIVES CAMILLE STRAIGHT INTO THE MAT!!

Persephone:…:oh:

Rich Russillo: YET SHE STILL ISN’T DONE!!! BEA MAINTAINS HER GRIP ON CAMILLE’S LEGS AND ROLLS THROUGH, BRINGING HERSELF BACK TO HER FEET! ONCE MORE IN THE ALABAMA SLAM POSITION, BEA HOOKS CAMILLE’S HEAD…

…

Rich Russillo: BEFORE DRIVING IT INTO HER PATELLA!!! WHAT A NECKBREAKER FROM BEA! INTO THE COVER!

OONNEEEEEEE

TTWWOOOOOO

T—

Rich Russillo: But Ms. Extreme powers out once more!!

(With her bright fiery red hair now coming out of it’s style, coating her face alongside sweat and bruises, Ms. Extreme lays in the center of the ring, tending to the damage done to her, all the while Bea Valentine uses the ropes to scale back to her feet. Slowly marching forward, she looks down on Ms. Extreme…)

Bea Valentine: (off-mic) Camille, oh Camille! Where art thou dominance now? 😋

(Ms. Extreme slowly gets to her knees, looking up at Bea…)

Ms. Extreme: (off-mic) Shut… the fuck up…

Bea Valentine: (off-mic) Nay! I must bid you adieu!

Rich Russillo: Wait just one second… Bea Valentine is looking to capitalize on a weakened Camille here… AS SHE GOES FOR THE BEA TRIGGER-

Rich Russillo: ‘AVA LOCK’!!! THE MODIFIED STF–

Rich Russillo: DENIED!! CAMILLE CAUGHT THE LEG AND ATTEMPTED TO SUCK BEA VALENTINE INTO A SUBMISSION BUT IT ONLY RESULTED IN BEA ROLLING CAMILLE FORWARD, SENDING HER TUMBLING INTO THE CORNER!!! HEAD-FIRST INTO THE TURNBUCKLES!!

(Bea rises to her feet, charging forward…)

Rich Russillo: QUICK THINKING BY CAMILLE! SHE LIFTS BEA UP BY HER LEGS, SENDING HER TUMBLING ONTO THE APRON–

Rich Russillo: BUT SHE CAUGHT HERSELF! LANDING ON HER FEET, BEA NOW HITS A HUGE ENZUIGIRI TO CAMILLE, STUNNING HER!! NOW LOOKING FOR A SPRINGBOARD–

Rich Russillo: DENIED ONCE MORE! CAMILLE PUSHES HER DOWN TO THE OUTSIDE…

(Bea Valentine quickly holds her neck once more. Evidently, the damage that had been done earlier in the match is now beginning to rear it’s ugly head once more. Camille fully intending on capitalizing, taking advantage, she begins to hit the ropes…)

Rich Russillo: SUICIDE DIVE FROM MS. EXTREME…

(# CRASH!!!!!!!!!)

Persephone: What the hell????

Crowd: :krabs:

Rich Russillo: BEA VALENTINE MOVED OUT OF THE WAY, HITTING THE GROUND, AND SENT MS. EXTREME CRASHING INTO CORNELIUS! H-HIS KNIGHT ARMOUR!

Persephone: Pure steel. 🤤

Rich Russillo: BUT ENTIRELY ACCIDENTAL!!! CORNELIUS MISTAKENLY TOOK A BULLET FOR BEA VALENTINE, AND NOW OUR TWO COMPETITORS ARE BOTH OUT COLD!!!!

(The referee would scurry over, checking on Ms. Extreme as he yells out from inside the ring. Neither Camille nor Bea Valentine are moving, the two of them are out cold on the padded mat outside of the ring, alongside Cornelius perhaps trapped inside of that steel armour for an eternity; Bea Valentine tending to the damage done to her neck, all the while Ms. Extreme is entirely out cold, showing no signs of life…)

(…The referee is forced to make his count.)

Referee: ONE!!!!!

…

Referee: TWO!!!!!

…

Referee: THREE!!!

…

Referee: FOUR!!!!!

…

Referee: FIVE!!!!!!!

…

(Despite the referee being half way through his count, neither Bea nor Camille have showed even a single sign of life. Not a twitch nor a breath. Neither competitor looks as if they are going to make it to their feet.)

…

Referee: SIX!!!!!!

…

(Though, slowly… Bea Valentine would make it to her feet. She would stumble forward, meeting the apron…)

…

Referee: SEVEN!!!!!

…

(Bea Valentine looks to slide into the ring… yet, she pauses… and takes one glance back at Ms. Extreme.)

…

Referee: EIGHT!!!!!!

…

(Without second guessing herself, she marches forward, and grabs Ms. Extreme by the arm. Lifting her up as best she can, carrying her dead weight. She does not intend to win by countout. She aims to do this definitively. She aims to truly prove that she is the greatest woman in all of EAW…)

(…However…)

Referee: NINE!!!!!!!!!!

(Perhaps… it was too late… she throws Camille into the ring, yet falls to a knee…)

(The referee aims to end his count…)

Referee: TEN!!!!!!!!!! –

(YET MIRACULOUSLY, RISING TO HER FEET; BEA VALENTINE SLIDES BACK INSIDE THE RING!!!)

Rich Russillo: I DON’T BELIEVE IT! SOMEHOW, BEA VALENTINE WAS ABLE TO SAVE THIS BOUT FOR HERSELF AND CAMILLE! SHE COULD HAVE TAKEN A COUNTOUT VICTORY, YET SHE HAD NO INTENTIONS OF DOING SO AT THE SHOW OF SHOWS!!! THIS IS HER VERY FIRST PAIN FOR PRIDE MAIN EVENT, AND SHE LOOKS TO DO IT HER WAY! SHE AIMS TO WALK OUT WITH THE UNIVERSAL WOMEN’S CHAMPIONSHIP ON HER TERMS, ON HER ACCORD, NOT BY CIRCUMSTANCE BUT BY LEGITIMATE, UNDENIABLE VICTORY!!

Persephone: And yet… it just cost her…

Rich Russillo: :lupe:…

(…)

Rich Russillo: ‘HOLY GROUND’!!!!!!!!!!

(…)

Rich Russillo: DUCKED! BEA VALENTINE DUCKED UNDER HER LEGS… ‘BEA TRIGGER’!!!!!!!

(…)

Rich Russillo: THIS TIME CAMILLE SIDESTEPS! THE BOTH OF THEM CONTINUE RUNNING THE ROPES…

Persephone: ‘BEA TRIGGER’!!!

Rich Russillo: ‘HOLY GROUND’!!!

(The two Elitists quickfire their finishing manoeuvres. The Champion and The Challenger having ran the ropes at the very same time. The Eternal Empress and The Fallen Queen drew at the very same time…)

(…)

(And yet…)

(…)

(…It was Camille who shot first.)

Rich Russillo: ‘HOLY GROUND’ CONNECTS! THE LEAPING MUSHROOM STOMP PLANTS BEA VALENTINE IN THE CENTER OF THE RING, AND THIS ONE COULD BE ALL SHE WROTE!!! MS. EXTREME SLIDES INTO THE COVER!

OOOONNNNEEEEEEEE

TTTTWWWWOOOOOO

TTTTHHHRRRREEEEEE

…

Rich Russillo: BEA VALENTINE SOMEHOW MANAGES TO KICK OUT A SECOND TIME!!!!

Crowd: :damn: :damn: :damn:

Rich Russillo: MS. EXTREME CANNOT BELIEVE IT; HER EYES ARE PRACTICALLY POPPING OUT OF THEIR SOCKETS, AS SHE CRAWLS AWAY FROM THE COVER! SHE GENUINELY BELIEVED THAT SHE HAD THIS MATCH WON, YET BEA VALENTINE MANAGES TO FIND HER WAY ESCAPING THE PINFALL AND CONTINUING TO PERSIST IN THIS MATCHUP!!! THERE IS NO WAY!!!

(Ms. Extreme would slowly back off into the corner, taking a seat, resting against the bottom turnbuckle. Her facial expression is a mixture of disappointment, shock and aggression; she entirely believed that this was her moment to win. Her game plan slowly began to unfold in front of her very eyes, and in that one desperate moment, she was able to swiftly land her finishing manoeuvre. Yet, she was not able to find the results that she had desperately been searching for. With deep breath after deep breath escaping her lips, she would slowly begin to climb back up to her feet, using the ropes to assist her – eventually making her way over to the downed Bea Valentine.)

(Bea would be laying face down against the canvas, her eyes completely closed, sweat pouring from her brow. Bea Valentine is all but unconscious, yet if this were earlier in this match, it would feel much different to how it does now. Ms. Extreme would have been ecstatic to look down and see Bea Valentine in the pain that she’s in. And yet… that lingering feeling of familiarity persists over her. Looking down at Bea Valentine’s crumpled body…)

(Ms. Extreme momentarily froze.)

(She looked down and she was a burning fire that reminded her of old memories. Her mixed emotions became increasingly visible on her face, as she stared down at the unconscious body of Bea Valentine…)

(Those emotions slowly began to wash away.)

(Ms. Extreme knew what she had to do.)

(Recollection passed; the notion of violence once more returned to mind.)

Rich Russillo: This doesn’t look good… :lupe:

(Ms. Extreme grabbed Bea Valentine by the head. Placing it between her arm and her torso, she looked for her Patented Twist of Fate…)

Rich Russillo: BACKSLIDE! BACKSLIDE! BACKSLIDE! BEA PUSHES HER INTO A COVER–

(…)

Rich Russillo: BUT SHE LETS GO–

Rich Russillo: # BEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA TRIIIGGGGGGGGGGEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

(…)

(It would finally connect!)

(With all of her energy sapped out of her, Bea Valentine would crumble onto the cover, without leverage, simply laying atop Camille…)

OOOOONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

TTTTTTTTTTTTTTWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

TTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

…

Rich Russillo: HOW IN THE HELL WAS MS. EXTREME ABLE TO KICK OUT???????????

(All Bea Valentine could do was roll off of the cover. She had barely been able to process the kickout. She was still reeling from the damage that had already been done to her. On the other hand – Ms. Extreme was slowly beginning to feel as if her dream could finally become reality. After all of the pain, all of the shame, all of the moments where she believed her season may have come to an end prematurely, here she stands, still fighting for a chance to reacquire the Universal Women’s Championship, still giving absolutely everything she has left in her to get there. Pain For Pride unequivocally HAS to be her all, there’s nothing else she can give but what’s left in the tank, she refuses to see any other outcome, other than her victory…)

(But Bea Valentine was far more formidable than she could have prepared for. Still tending to her neck, The Champion slowly began to return to her feet. Her knees weak, her neck barely hanging on by a thread, she was beaten down and bruised yet she is still pushing forward, she is still giving it her all, still continuing with this main event bout for the EAW Universal Women’s Championship. Bea would lean against the ropes, all the while Ms. Extreme slowly starts to crawl towards her. Marching forward, Bea would once more grab Ms. Extreme.)

Rich Russillo: Ms. Extreme may very well have survived that Bea Trigger; however Bea Valentine is showing absolutely no signs of giving up! That may have been one of the strongest moves in her entire arsenal, yet clearly, she is planning on digging just that extra bit deeper to put the former EAW Universal Women’s Champion and EAW Hall of Famer down!

Persephone: We’ve all been waiting for it. 😌

Rich Russillo: Bea Valentine hooks the arms here looking for the Unprettier– but Ms. Extreme is fighting back! The two are in a struggle right now, Ms. Extreme is doing everything in her power to stop Bea Valentine from being able to set her up for ‘Bea My Valentine’!! She’s lowering her center of gravity, fighting against the pressure, as Bea Valentine is quickly looking for the finish to this match!

Persephone: She should just let Bea hit it and lose to be honest.

Rich Russillo: Bea Valentine quickly gets Ms. Extreme in position, but Ms. Extreme quickly spins out of it–

Rich Russillo: TWIST OF FATE! TWIST OF FATE! HOW THE HELL WAS SHE ABLE TO DO THAT?? SHE SPUN HERSELF AND BEA AROUND AND QUICKLY CONNECTED WITH A MAKESHIFT TWIST OF FATE! BEA VALENTINE IS STUNNED!

Rich Russillo: BUT SHE ISN’T DONE! MS. EXTREME GRABS BEA VALENTINE BY THE HEAD AND LIFTS HER UP TO HER FEET, HOOKING HER IN A FRONT FACELOCK…

…

Rich Russillo: A SECOND TWIST OF FATE! SHE PLANTS BEA VALENTINE IN THE CENTER OF THE RING, AND IMMEDIATELY SHOOTS THE HALF! COVER! COVER!

OOOOOONNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

TTTTTTTTWWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

TTTTTTHRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

…

Rich Russillo: BUT SOMEHOW BEA VALENTINE IS ABLE TO POP THE SHOULDER UP AGAIN! THE RESILIENCE SHE HAS SHOWN IN THIS MATCH IS UNFATHOMABLE, BEA VALENTINE LOOKS TO WANT THIS MATCH MORE THAN ANY OTHER MATCH IN HER CAREER AND THAT ISN’T SURPRISING!

Persephone: Camille is pretty much about to crash out. She looks like she might kill Bea. Or herself. :dead:

Rich Russillo: Ms. Extreme is clearly, clearly frustrated with how her moves are not putting Bea Valentine down! The tactic she used to begin this match was quickly unravelled, and soon after, Bea Valentine started to get the momentum! The roles have been reversed and it has been Ms. Extreme with those brief glimpses of promise, yet her desperate attempts to become Champion are only resulting in Bea Valentine proving just how badly she wants this, just how badly she wants to remain Champion and it’s clearly messing with Camille!

Persephone: Maybe Camille should just give up. Clearly Bea Valentine isn’t going to do that any time soon and it wouldn’t be the first time she up and quit. She should put the fries in the bag as the youth says!!

Rich Russillo: Ms. Extreme feels like she has tried EVERYTHING. Multiple signature manoeuvres, multiple finishing manoeuvres, an attempt at The Ava Lock, yet none of it has been able to put Bea Valentine down! Despite the damage that has been done to Bea Valentine’s neck, Ms. Extreme still needs just that one final stretch to become Champion… the question is… does she have it in her to cross the line?

Persephone: She’s failed far too many times for me to say yeah she does. Maybe she just doesn’t have what it takes to put Bea Valentine down.

(Ms. Extreme pushes herself back to her feet using Bea Valentine’s body, her arms visibly shaking, her knees refusing to keep her standing for this long – however that’s just the price you have to pay in order to keep pushing forward in a Championship match, for a match this important to someone like Ms. Extreme. She is in this position, this internal struggle, because of how many times she simply hasn’t been able to keep going, how many times she has been put down, no part of her would feel as if she did herself justice if her legs were to simply give away, if that was her last ditch effort. Despite how much her body just wanted to meet the ground, she pulled herself back up to her feet…)

(And yet…)

(It met the ground anyway.)

Rich Russillo: BEA VALENTINE SOMEHOW MANAGES TO PULL MS. EXTREME DOWN! CROSSFACE! CROSSFACE APPLIED! USING PRETTY MUCH ALL THE STRENGTH SHE HAD LEFT, SHE MAINTAINED CONTROL OF MS. EXTREME’S WRIST, AND PULLED HER DOWN INTO A CROSSFACE!!

Persephone: Break that bitch’s nose please.

Rich Russillo: BEA VALENTINE IS TIGHTENING THAT HOLD, AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE –

Rich Russillo: BUT SHE DOESN’T HAVE THE STRENGTH TO OVERPOWER MS. EXTREME! SHE MANAGES TO SLIP OUT AND APPLY THE ‘AVA LOCK’–

Persephone: Can she do anything right? Bea Valentine slips out of it and pushes herself back up to her feet. ‘Bea My Valentine’!

Rich Russillo: BEA MY VALENTINE! THE UNPRETTIER CONNECTS, THE UNPRETTIER CONNECTS! –

Rich Russillo: …BUT BEA VALENTINE IS WASTED IN THE PROCESS, TOO! ALL AIR LEAVES HER BODY THE MINUTE HER OWN BODY IMPACTS WITH THE FLOOR, AND THE TWO LAY THERE TOGETHER, BEATEN DOWN, AND EXHAUSTED! BEA ISN’T ABLE TO MAKE THE COVER!

Persephone: Oh joy. I’m really excited for 5 more minutes of this. Can you explain to me why she doesn’t just suck it up and roll over?

Rich Russillo: Not even the best of wrestlers, the most enduring wrestlers, can take consistent finishing blow after finishing blow, signature blow, big match blow, and be able to move around freely, each time you hit that mat, the weaker your body gets – 33 minutes deep into this one, soon to be 34, it’s no surprise that Bea Valentine needs to recover before even making a pinfall! These two are spent, and they are in pain, it’s not every week, maybe not even every month that you wrestle a 34 minute match, but that is just what Pain For Pride does to you! You put it all on the line for the occasion; and that’s what Bea Valentine is doing here!

Rich Russillo: This match is Bea Valentine’s undying spirit, against Ms. Extreme’s violent desperation! Deep down… this may be the immovable object against the unstoppable force.

Persephone: Okay, but–

Rich Russillo: WAIT JUST A SECOND PERSEPHONE! BEA VALENTINE IS ABLE TO SLUMP ONE ARM OVER MS. EXTREME’S TORSO!!

OOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

TTTTTTTTTTTWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!

TTTTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!

…

Rich Russillo: …BUT SHE TOOK TOO LONG! MS. EXTREME LIFTS THE SHOULDER UP IN THE NICK OF TIME, AND BEA VALENTINE SLOWLY ROLLS OFF OF HER!

(Bea, after seconds of taking deep breaths, attempts to push herself back up. Though, she would come forehead-to-forehead with Ms. Extreme.)

Rich Russillo: These two are spent, they are running on the same adrenaline and are being held back by the same amount of pain! But here they are, still looking to brawl with one another…

Rich Russillo: AND THEY JUST START THROWING HEADBUTTS! ON THEIR HANDS AND KNEES, HEADBUTTING ONE ANOTHER LIKE ANIMALS; MS. EXTREME THROWS A HEADBUTT, ONLY FOR BEA VALENTINE TO THROW ONE BACK! THE TWO BEGIN TO SHRED THE SKIN ON THEIR FOREHEADS, DRAWING BLOOD, AND ALL THEY CARE ABOUT IS HEADBUTTING ONE ANOTHER, ALL THE WHILE RETURNING TO THEIR FEET!

Rich Russillo: AND THAT AWOKE SOMETHING IN THEM! BEA VALENTINE IS FAR MORE SPIRITED UP! MS. EXTREME IS FAR MORE DESPERATE TO BECOME CHAMPION! THE TWO ARE GOING TO ANY MEANS NECESSARY! CRACKING THEIR HEADS AGAINST ONE ANOTHER, AS THEY RISE TO THEIR FEET!

Persephone: :yum:

Rich Russillo: BEFORE THEY THROW FOREARMS AND HAYMAKERS! FOREARM FROM MS. EXTREME, HAYMAKER FROM BEA! BLOW AFTER BLOW AFTER BLOW; ALL THE WHILE BLOOD POURS FROM THEIR FOREHEADS! FOREARM! HAYMAKER! FOREARM! HAYMAKER! HAYMAKER! HAYMAKER! HAYMAKER! HAY-

(**CHOP**)

Rich Russillo: BUT MS. EXTREME WITH A CHOP STRAIGHT TO BEA VALENTINE’S NECK! BEA QUICKLY NURSES HER INJURY, AND MS. EXTREME CAPITALIZES!!! ‘HOLY GROUND’!!!!

Persephone: Ducked! Bea Valentine moves out of the way– Bea Sting!

Rich Russillo: DUCKED! SHE SENDS BEA TUMBLING OUT ONTO THE APRON, AND NOW MS. EXTREME LOOKS TO CHARGE FORWARD, KNOCKING BEA OUT WITH A SHOULDER BLOCK–

Persephone: Sidestepped! Bea kicks Ms. Extreme, and pulls her out onto the apron! ‘Bea My Valentine’!

Rich Russillo: NO! MS. EXTREME PUSHES HER INTO THE RING POST, AND BEA VALENTINE COLLAPSES TO THE OUTSIDE! STILL STANDING UP THOUGH, SHE LOOKS UP AT MS. EXTREME, WHO IS SCALING THE TURNBUCKLES!

Persephone & Rich Russillo: ‘GLASS CEILING’!!!!!!!!

Rich Russillo: THE DIVING TWISTING STUNNER FROM MS. EXTREME TO THE OUTSIDE, THE INCREASED HEIGHT AND MOMENTUM MAKING THE DAMAGE DONE TO BEA VALENTINE THAT MUCH MORE PAINFUL, EVEN IF MORE PAINFUL TO HERSELF ALSO!

Persephone: Good. 😌

Rich Russillo: BUT MS. EXTREME DOESN’T CARE! SHE DOESN’T WANT TO WASTE ANY TIME TENDING TO HER PAIN! SHE GRABS BEA VALENTINE BY THE HAIR, AND LIFTS HER BACK UP TO HER FEET – BUT SHE HAS NO INTENTIONS OF BRINGING HER BACK TO THE RING, PERSEPHONE, WE NEED TO WATCH OUT!

Persephone: Hopefully they take you out so I don’t have to.

Rich Russillo: MS. EXTREME DRAGS BEA VALENTINE OVER TO THE SPANISH ANNOUNCE TABLE, AND BEGINS TO SLAM HER HEAD-FIRST INTO THE COVER! BLOOD STARTS TO SPREAD ALL OVER THAT PAIN FOR PRIDE LOGO, AND BEA VALENTINE IS STARTING TO GO LIMP! MS. EXTREME IS DOING ANYTHING POSSIBLE TO MAKE SURE THAT BEA VALENTINE’S PAIN FOR PRIDE DREAMS STOP AT HER!

Rich Russillo: BUT SHE ISN’T DONE! SHE ISN’T JUST SLAMMING HER HEAD ON THE ANNOUNCE TABLE – SHE’S ABOUT TO CLIMB UP ON TOP OF IT WITH HER!!

Persephone: Oh you’re REALLY about to get taken out.

Rich Russillo: WE BOTH MIGHT PERSEPHONE IF WE DON’T TAKE A STEP BACK! BEA VALENTINE IS ABOUT TO GO RIGHT THROUGH THAT ANNOUNCE TABLE, AND THERE’S NOTHING SHE CAN DO ABOUT IT!

Rich Russillo: MS. EXTREME KICKS BEA IN THE GUT, AND LOOKS FOR ‘CODE RED’–

Persephone: Boo. Bea Valentine pushes her off.

Rich Russillo: USING THE LAST STRENGTH SHE HAS, BEA VALENTINE ESCAPES, AS SHE LOOKS FOR ‘BEA MY VALENTINE’ ONCE MORE ON TOP OF THE ANNOUNCE TABLE!

Persephone: Boo. Ms. Extreme pushes her off.

Rich Russillo: MS. EXTREME IS MAINTAINING CONTROL HERE, SHE ISN’T PLANNING ON FLYING THROUGH THAT ANNOUNCE TABLE! CAMILLE GRABS BEA ONCE MORE LOOKING FOR ANOTHER TWIST OF FATE–

Persephone: YAY. Bea Valentine pushes her off… THROUGH OUR ANNOUNCE TABLE!

Rich Russillo: NOT QUITE! WHILE SHE CRASHES ONTO OUR ANNOUNCE TABLE, IT DOESN’T BREAK PERSEPHONE! MS EXTREME JUST HAS A ROUGH LANDING FOR HER KNEES, BUT SHE’S COMPLETELY OKAY! STANDING UP HERE SHE–

(**CRASH!!!!**)

Rich Russillo: WHAT THE, SHE–

Rich Russillo:…BEA VALENTINE WITH…

Rich Russillo: # BULLET FROM HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Persephone: :krabs:

Rich Russillo: THAT’S MICHAEL MACHINA’S FINISHING MOVE! THAT SPEAR TAKES HERSELF AND MS. EXTREME OUT, CRASHING THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE, AND OUR ANNOUNCE TABLE COMPLETELY IMPLODES! OUR CHAMPION AND THE CHALLENGER ARE BOTH LAYING, SPRAWLED OUT RIGHT IN FRONT OF US, AND I HAVE NO IDEA HOW THIS MATCH IS GOING TO GET ANY WILDER!

(Both Bea Valentine and Ms. Extreme lay there, the adrenaline rush they got from earlier slowly starting to wear down. With blood pouring down their faces, and splinters stabbing into their elbows from the cover panel of the announce table being snapped in half, these two competitors begin to tighten up, tense up, wincing in pain as they suffer from the collision.)

Rich Russillo: Bea Valentine just risked it all here in Barcelona! In one of the most storied, historic and prestigious stadiums to ever grace this world, the magnitude of this bout has NOT been lost! As this match begins to encroach on the 40 minute mark, our two Champions – current and former – are giving it their absolute ALL here in the Camp Nou Stadium! Such sporting legends have performed in this venue such as Cristiano Ronaldo, Frank Lampard, Didier Drogba, Xavi Hernandez, Iniesta, the greatest of all time Lionel Messi… and now Bea Valentine and Ms. Extreme can say they have delivered a CLASSIC alongside them! …But it isn’t over.

Persephone: It better be. Ms. Extreme just died.

Rich Russillo: Bea Valentine is slowly coming to her senses, as she grabs Ms. Extreme by the hair, inching her closer and closer to the ring! The referee has yet to start his count, showing some lenience here considering the occasion! Our referees absolutely have the strength to determine whether or not they should start the count, at the end of the day, this is both for our entertainment, and a contest, on a stage like Pain For Pride they are well in their right to halt the count to let things play out! This referee is no different, allowing Bea Valentine and Ms. Extreme to find their way back inside the ring, as this match could be coming to an end here!

Persephone: I told you. Bea Valentine hooks the leg, this one is all over!

OOOOOONNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

TTTTTTTTWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

TTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

…

Rich Russillo: THE REFEREE’S HAND COUNTS THREE! BEA VALENTINE RETAINS!

…

Persephone:…But…

Rich Russillo:…THE MOMENT RIGHT BEFORE IT DOES, HE NOTICES MS. EXTREME’S FOOT ON THE ROPE! HE DOESN’T CALL FOR THE BELL, THIS ONE IS A ROPE BREAK!!!

Crowd: :boo: :boo: :boo: :boo:

Rich Russillo: The crowd may hate that decision, but it’s the CORRECT decision! He did not call for the bell to ring, the referee didn’t even yell out three! That count was meaningless the minute he noticed the rope break! By the skin of her teeth, Ms. Extreme has managed to save herself thus far!

(Bea Valentine rolls off of Ms. Extreme, and covers her face with her hands. She has no idea what it’s actually going to take to put her down. She has given it her all. She has given it her absolute, one-hundred percent. Yet in spite of that fact, this match is still ongoing. She has never faced a competitor this impossible to put down, no matter the result of the match. Matches she won. Matches she lost. The resilience being shown by Ms. Extreme tonight is on a level that Bea Valentine simply hadn’t seen before. With shaking legs, deep breaths, and buckets of blood streaming down her face like a waterfall down a mountain, she managed to find a way back up to her feet. Staring down at Ms. Extreme – a prone, broken, bruised and bloodied Ms. Extreme – ideas of what to do next began to fluctuate throughout her mind. She had to do something big, something new, something Ms. Extreme simply wasn’t prepared for, and something that was going to end the match.)

(It was only then, she got an idea.)

(It was only then, she knew how to end this.)

(Facing away from Ms. Extreme, Bea Valentine slowly scaled the turnbuckles – and at this moment, they felt as if they were the tallest thing she had ever climbed. Far, far taller than the ladders she climbed at last year’s Cash in the Vault. With how little energy she had left, with how much she was bleeding, with how broken her body was, those turnbuckles felt as if they stood tall over those ladders like they were a giant peering down at an ant. At multiple moments, it felt as if her legs were about to give way, and she was going to come crashing down back onto the canvas, which surely would have sparked the end for Bea Valentine. There was no rehearsing this, there was no prepping for this, this was a climb only a Champion like Bea Valentine would be able to make in the state that she’s in. Eventually, she made it. A harder climb than Everest, and potentially a far more brutal fall than it for Ms. Extreme. Camille slowly came to her senses, looking up at Bea Valentine, without an inch of consciousness in her eyes. Drowsy, incomplete. She had no way to prepare for what was about to come. It was over, long before she knew it.)

(Bea Valentine leaped.)

Rich Russillo: WAIT JUST ONE SECOND PERSEPHONE THAT’S—

Rich Russillo: ‘BOSTON TEA PARTYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY’!!!!!!!!

…

(Perhaps… it was over…)

Rich Russillo: … COUNTERED WITH THE AVA LOCK!!!!

(…For Bea Valentine.)

Rich Russillo: THAT WAS BEA VALENTINE’S BIGGEST MOVE! IF THAT HAD CONNECTED THERE WOULD BE ABSOLUTELY NO WAY THAT MS. EXTREME WOULD BE ABLE TO SURVIVE, YET SHE PLAYED POSSUM LONG ENOUGH TO LURE HER IN! I’M NOT SURE IF MS. EXTREME ANTICIPATED IT WAS GOING TO BE THAT LIFE OR DEATH, BUT IT DOESN’T MATTER, AS NOW, SHE HAS APPLIED THE MODIFIED STF IN THE CENTER OF THE RING, AND BEA VALENTINE JUST DOESN’T HAVE THE STRENGTH TO DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT! SHE CAN’T EVEN SCRATCH, SHE CAN’T EVEN CLAW, THIS MAY VERY WELL BE THE DYING EMBERS OF HER UNIVERSAL WOMEN’S CHAMPIONSHIP REIGN AND THERE ISN’T A SINGLE THING THAT SHE CAN POSSIBLY DO ABOUT IT! BEA VALENTINE LOOKS HOPELESS IN THE CENTER OF THAT RING!

Persephone: It’s over. :yum:

Rich Russillo: BEA VALENTINE IS BEING CHOKED OUT, THE LAST OF HER ENERGY BEING FORCED OUT OF HER SYSTEM BY A CHALLENGER THAT KNEW ALL ALONG THIS WOULD BE HER MOMENT, A CHALLENGER WHO HAD NO DOUBTS THAT THIS WOULD BE THE PAIN FOR PRIDE THAT SHE WALKS OUT WITH THE UNIVERSAL WOMEN’S CHAMPIONSHIP FOR THE SECOND TIME IN HER CAREER, A CHALLENGER THAT KNEW THAT THIS WAS GOING TO BE HER CAREER DEFINING MOMENT! BEA VALENTINE’S TITLE REIGN IS BEING SQUEEZED OUT OF HER SECOND BY SECOND, AND THIS ONLY SEEMS LIKE MS. EXTREME IS GOING TO COME OUT ON TOP!

Rich Russillo: BEA VALENTINE IS TRYING HER HARDEST TO PRY MS. EXTREME’S FINGERS OFF OF HER, BUT SHE DOESN’T HAVE IT IN HER! SHE DOESN’T HAVE IT IN HER TO PULL HER OWN BODY WEIGHT FORWARD EITHER, NEVERMIND HERS AND MS. EXTREME’S! BEA IS STUCK IN THE CENTRE OF THIS RING WITH ABSOLUTELY NO MEANS OF ESCAPE! THE BLOOD IS RUSHING DOWN HER FACE, YET IN SPITE OF HOW MUCH RED IS COATING IT; HER FACE IS STARTING TO TURN PURPLE! I DON’T SEE ANY POSSIBLE WAY BEA CAN SURVIVE THIS! I… I–

Rich Russillo: IT’S OVER… BEA PASSES OUT… THIS HAS TO BE IT!

…

(Bea’s body goes limp.)

…

(The referee slides in to check on her.)

…

(This is it.)

…

(This is the end.)

…

(This is the end of the road for Bea Valentine.)

…

(That is… unless…)

…

(There was one final spark to be lit inside of her.)

(Suddenly, Bea Valentine’s eyes came crashing open, and her limbs began to move like wildfire! She, too, was a split second away from losing, yet something deep inside her simply refused, it was simply too determined to allow herself to end up like this. Bea Valentine holds that Universal Women’s Championship to a level of importance that perhaps no Champion prior to her ever has. This is the culmination of such a long journey that had twists upon twists, turns upon turns, the ups, the downs, every single second of that journey led to this very moment, and she REFUSED to let it end in tragedy! This wasn’t just about the Championship, this was about Pain For Pride. This was about her losing streak, this was about proving that Ms. Extreme isn’t better than her, this was about proving that she had a level of hope, a level of determination, that was completely and utterly unrivalled here in Elite Answers Wrestling!)

(Her nails began to dig into the canvas, the formerly white, entirely red canvas that has been painted by their blood, and using whatever was left in the tank, she began to crawl! The closer she got, the further away those ropes felt, the light at the end of the tunnel feels further and further away the closer she reaches the exit, and yet, she persists. She persists with her crawl, she persists with her climb, her ascension in Elite Answers Wrestling, by pushing her body far past it’s limits so that she may create a legend here in EAW. She inches closer, and closer, and closer to the ropes, and Ms. Extreme simply doesn’t understand how she’s doing it!)

(The closer Bea Valentine gets…)

(The looser Ms. Extreme’s Ava Lock gets.)

(The closer The Eternal Empress gets to freedom…)

(The more The Fallen Queen begins to freeze up.)

(This was something she hadn’t seen in a long, long time.)

(Not since…)

Rich Russillo: BEA VALENTINE IS DOING IT! SOMEHOW, SOMEWAY, SHE’S DOING IT! MERE FINGERTIPS FROM THE ROPES, THE TIPS OF HER FINGERS TOUCHING THEM, BUT NOT GRABBING THEM, MS. EXTREME LOOKS LIKE SHE’S SEEN A GHOST! SHE… SHE…

…

Referee:…

Referee: # ROPE BREAK!

Rich Russillo: SHE MANAGES TO FREE HERSELF! BEA VALENTINE IS ALIVE! BEA VALENTINE IS FUCKING **REAL**!!!

Rich Russillo: AND MS. EXTREME CANNOT BELIEVE IT! IN ANY OTHER SITUATION, AN ELITIST WOULD KEEP THAT HOLD IN FOR A COUNT OF FOUR TO DO EXTRA DAMAGE, BUT MS. EXTREME ROLLS OFF, AND BACKS OFF INTO THE CORNER! SHE TAKES A SEAT… SHE LOOKS PALER THAN EVER!

(Ms. Extreme looks at Bea Valentine, and she doesn’t see the Empress of Elite. Despite the blonde hair, despite the glitz, despite the glamour… all she sees is the heart, the determination, and the grit to maintain that Universal Women’s Championship.)

(She sees…)

(She sees herself.)

(She sees who she was four years ago. Every title defense she ever had, every victory she ever racked up, the unrivalled determination to hold onto that Universal Women’s Championship – the EXACT same Championship – that is all what she sees in Bea Valentine. There was a small twinkle in her eye. She hadn’t felt this in four years. Through all of the pain that she had been through, through all the years of suffering, the days where she thought that maybe it was all over, that there was no going back, that maybe the Ms. Extreme who conquered the world was dead…)

(She saw her alive and well in Bea Valentine. The same grit. The same passion. The same undying loyalty to the Universal Women’s Championship.)

(Ms. Extreme grabbed Bea Valentine. She lifted her up. She placed her between her legs. She was looking for ‘Castle’s Crumbling.’ Candice Blair’s finishing move, the woman who was attacked, and removed from the No Way Out match, the woman whose absence allowed Ms. Extreme to slide in and take this match for her own.)

(Yet deep down… her past continued to come back to her mind. All she could think of was Pain For Pride 14…)

Rich Russillo: BUT BEA VALENTINE SLIPS OUT! SHE HITS THE ROPES, SHE’S LOOKING TO END THIS ONE…

Rich Russillo: # BULLET FROM HELL!!!

…

Rich Russillo: BUT MS. EXTREME HOOKS THE HEAD, TWISTS HER AROUND AND LIFTS HER UP…

…

Rich Russillo: #THE CURTAIN CALL!!!!

Crowd: :krabs:

Rich Russillo: # MS. EXTREME JUST PLANTED BEA VALENTINE WITH DARCY MAY MORGAN’S FINISHING MOVE!!!

Crowd: :krabs: :krabs: :krabs:

Rich Russillo: THE WOMAN SHE BEAT TO WIN THE UNIVERSAL WOMEN’S CHAMPIONSHIP FOR THE FIRST TIME, ONE OF THE MOST FEEL-GOOD MOMENTS IN ALL OF ELITE ANSWERS WRESTLING, THAT’S WHAT CAME BACK TO MS. EXTREME! THAT’S WHAT IS GOING TO GET HER OVER THE FINISH LINE! IT’S HER PAST, HER HISTORY, THAT IS GOING TO PUSH HER OVER THE EDGE!!!

(Bea Valentine hit the mat. Cold. Unconscious. But Ms. Extreme would not capitalize right away. She stood, barely able to keep herself afloat, as her eyes began to look up at the bright sky of Barcelona – to her, the sun, the clouds, the blue sky, it felt like a brand new day for her. The night had passed, the dark in her career had passed, and it took that small reminder, that brief, but emotional reminder of who she was, of where she came from, that pushed her over that finish line.)

(A small tear fell down her cheek.)

(She grimaced. The job still needed to be done.)

Rich Russillo: BUT SHE ISN’T FINISHED! SHE ISN’T EVEN CLOSE! DESPITE BEA VALENTINE BEING OUT OF IT ALREADY, MS. EXTREME BENT DOWN… AND SHE GRABS HER BY THE LEG! THIS IS IT! THIS IS ALL OVER…

Rich Russillo: ‘BAD BLOOD’!!!!! THE STRETCH MUFFLER IS APPLIED!!!

(Ms. Extreme lifts Bea Valentine’s leg over her shoulders and squats down, looking to snap her leg in half. The immediate jolt of pain wakes Bea Valentine up immediately. She had no idea where she was. Her kneecap was writhing in pain, alongside the rest of her body, yet still, in spite of it all, Bea Valentine refused to submit, she refused to give up, and this time, Ms. Extreme clocked it.)

(Ms. Extreme wouldn’t freeze up this time.)

(She had long since been reminded of who she was, and what it took to get here.)

(She pressed Bea Valentine neck-first into the mat, still applying the Stretch Muffler, and forcing all of Bea Valentine’s body weight onto her already injured neck.)

(The pain was unbearable.)

Rich Russillo: BAD BLOOD! BAD BLOOD! BEA VALENTINE HAS NOWHERE TO GO! THE PAIN IS FAR TOO MUCH TO HANDLE, AND SHE’S ABOUT TO BREAK NOT ONLY HER LEG, BUT HER NECK IF THIS GOES ON TOO LONG! MS. EXTREME HAS THIS ONE ON LOCK, AND SHE THREW AWAY THE KEY!

(Bea Valentine writhed in pain. The same hope that she had earlier in the match, for 50 entire minutes, the very determination that clashed against Ms. Extreme’s unwavering desperation and violence began to slip.)

(She had seen her reign through to the very end. With pride. With dignity. With all of herself.)

(But it was Ms. Extreme now that was hopeful.)

(…)

(Bea Valentine was forced to tap.)

(DING! DING! DING!)

Bella Braxton: HERE IS YOUR WINNER AND **NEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW** UNIVERSAL WOMEN’S CHAMPION… MS. EXTREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

(Once more; ‘The Emptiness Machine’ began to play. Bea Valentine crashed against the mat, yet somehow, using absolutely all of her body strength, Ms. Extreme remained standing. In spite of everything. In spite of the years and years of torment, the doubting, the belief that it might be over. She had once again arrived. Standing tall in a match that may very well have led to her death; she ate countless finishing manoeuvres. She ate countless dangerous landings. She ate it all. And yet, in spite of her wounds. In spite of her scars. Not a single scar on her back. Neither her mighty body nor her Champion’s pride suffered even one cowardly wound. She never once ran. She fought until the bloody end.)

(And now… the Universal Women’s Championship was in her hands.)

(Not just metaphorically.)

(Once and for all, finally; physically.)

Rich Russillo: SHE’S DONE IT! THE FALLEN QUEEN HAS ONCE AGAIN BECOME UNIVERSAL WOMEN’S CHAMPION! Her story could NOT be detailed enough; even though she marched into this one with not a shred of support was in her favour, the entire crowd was ENAMORED by Bea Valentine, yet at the end of the day, Ms. Extreme was completely and utterly unwavering! She stood her ground, she fought until the bitter end. And, well… that end wasn’t so bitter now was it?

Persephone: My Doordash is late. I’m bitter.

Rich Russillo: Ms. Extreme is FINALLY Champion once more. Champion of the World… Champion of the Universe! She has been through every emotion one could possibly go through, and I don’t just mean throughout these past four years of her career, I mean in this one singular match alone, this was a match that drove her to the absolute brink, and somehow, she managed to rise up. Congratulations to Ms. Extreme!

(Ms. Extreme’s eyes were locked with the Universal Women’s Championship. She couldn’t look at anything else. Even when her legs slowly gave away, and she fell to a seated stance, the Universal Women’s Championship in her hands was what she had been searching for, for far too long. But no longer did she need to suffer. She had finally arrived back on the peak of the mountain.)

(The camera began to fade to Bea Valentine, sitting on the outside, resting against the barricade. She, too, wanted this win. But it was ripped from her. She gave it her absolute all, but not a single Elitist is limitless. Even if it felt that way to her, neither was Ms. Extreme. There was nothing she could have done differently. It was Ms. Extreme’s history, her past, that got her here; and this moment will one day be just that for Bea Valentine. This moment will be her history, her experience, this moment will be what pushes her over the finish line some other day.)

(But… that spotlight is no longer hers to revel in.)

(Ms. Extreme would raise the Universal Women’s Championship. Confetti, and pyro, would shoot throughout the entire Camp Nou Stadium.)

(Eventually… we would fade to black.)

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(Pain for Pride 18 fades back from a commercial break revealing all the participants of the 24/7 Battle Royal already settled in the ring as they wait for the bell to ring to let them fight.)

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!)

Stew-O: The 24/7 Battle Royale is officially underway as these competitors go straight for each other’s throats. Akari jumps out of his comfortable stance and goes right after Sorn, who gets beaten down right from the start of the match. Octavia and Bridget Bridget are clashing with one another with Octavia trying to eliminate her early on.

Gavin Kirkland: Damien Kutcher is going right after Vincent Mondrian on the other side of the ring. Cosmo Goldworthy and Clayton Golde are going at it, while Matthew tries to find his target only for Kai to step up and confront him with a flurry of punches and kicks. Shio Corin is locked in battle with Roberto De La Rosa, the former Hardcore Champion!

Persephone: All of these Elitists are fighting each other, but excuse me, what the hell is that guy doing over there all by himself?

Stew-O: Oh, that’s David Gideon Smith from Dynasty. He’s a pretty mysterious guy, and as for what he’s doing right now, we don’t really know his true intentions.

Gavin Kirkland: One thing’s for sure is that he’s giving off an ambiguous presence in this match as he watches the rest of the competition fight it out. Is he waiting to seize the perfect opportunity once and for all? That just might be one of his plans.

Persephone: Yeah, that’s unlikely to happen. I’ve seen enough of that final boss syndrome stuff going around EAW, and it never really works out well. This individual is a poor example, especially considering he already appears to be a divorced dad.

Stew-O: Damien is thrown into the corner by Vincent, who quickly charges in for the Galick Gun BUT DAMIEN COUNTERS BY MOVING OUT OF THE WAY AND IMMEDIATELY ATTEMPTS TO FLIP VINCENT OVER THE ROPES TO ELIMINATE HIM FROM UNDERNEATH!!!!!

Gavin Kirkland: Not so close for the Dynasty competitor to lose his edge here, with Vince hanging onto the ropes. Damien is already struggling, crawling on his back, when Kai turns him around from behind and hooks him in…. AND DAMIEN HAS BEEN SENT FLYING OVER HIS HEAD WITH A HALF AND HALF SUPLEX FROM KAI RABEAUX!!!!!!

Persephone: Damien is horrible. To be honest, I don’t know how his partner can endure his insufferable attitude, let alone his girl but then again, she’s equally insufferable too so I guess that makes sense.

Stew-O: Rabeaux gets back to his feet and sets his sights on Matthew Kazama, whom he was fighting earlier. He charges in with a running shoot kick aimed at Matthew’s chest, but Kazama sidesteps to the side and grabs Kai by the head… AND QUICKLY DROPS HIM TO THE GROUND WITH AN INVERTED DDT!!!!!!

Gavin Kirkland: Matthew’s been all over the world, but this is the first time the name Kazama has graced an EAW ring and he’s been on a roll so far. Akari is seen tossing Sorn over the ropes, but Sorn manages to hang on. Akari turns him around and approaches Kazama with a rolling elbow…. AKARI TRIES TO LAND IT, BUT MATTHEW FLIPS UNDER THE ARM, HOOKS AKARI IN, AND GOES FOR A FLOAT-OVER DDT!!!!!

Stew-O: SLEEPER HOLD! Dynasty’s own Clayton Golde, having finished dealing with Cosmo Goldworthy for the moment, is now locking Matthew up from behind with a sleeper hold that stopping him from going for the Float-Over DDT!

Persephone: You guys are really desperate to choke people out. I just hope Voltage doesn’t embarrass me tonight, this entire season has been shameful for us.

Stew-O: Matthew is struggling to shake Clayton off when Cosmo comes charging in from the front and picks up the pace, going after Akari and battling him elsewhere in the ring. Octavia is now starting to fight back and quickly sends Bridget over the ropes, nearly eliminating her!

Gavin Kirkland: Bridget manages to hang on but Octavia sneaks up from behind and tries to push Bridget over the ropes, but Bridget stops herself with her hands pressed against the ropes and knocks Octavia back with a sharp elbow to the nose!

Stew-O: Bridget quickly turns around, going straight for a running knee kick to bring Octavia to her knees, but Octavia leaps over the kick and lands on her feet… AN ENZUGIRI KICK DROPS THE KNEELING BRIDGET TO THE GROUND, DELIVERED BY OCTAVIA!!!!!!

Persephone: And how long is he going to stand there and act like a stone figure?

(For all this time that has passed so far, David Gideon Smith has been coldly standing there, watching everything unfold in front of him but it seems like someone has finally noticed him.)

Clayton Golde: (Off-Mic) HEY!

Persephone: Oh.

(Clayton who is still choking out Matthew, tosses him aside and quickly approaches David with an aggressive attitude.)

Clayton Golde: (Off-Mic) What’s up, hotshot? You think you look tough standing there like that? Remember the last time we were in the ring together? I whooped your beta ass and now, I’m going to do it again!

Stew-O: AND CLAYTON GOES FOR ONE INCH PUNCH-

Gavin Kirkland: RESONANCE!!!!! Gideon catches it and holy cow, what incredible speed and agility were put into that Chokehold STO Driver that might as well have just sent Clayton Golden straight to the next level!

Stew-O: David Gideon Smith is finally entering this match and stepping into the ring. Sorn is at the top rope, flying off that could very well be the setup for the diving Codebreaker! He’s going for the MX-

Gavin Kirkland: JUST FOR DAVID TO CATCH HIM RIGHT ON HIS SHOULDERS AND LIFT HIM FIRMLY!… THE HYPERDEATH DRIVER!!!!!! A SNAP DEATH VALLEY BOMB FROM DAVID THAT DRIVING SORN NECK-FIRST INTO THE GROUND!!!!!!!!

Persephone: If I remember correctly, I usually see him getting weak in matches like this but suddenly he’s on a roll. Are you sure he’s a professional wrestler like the rest of them?

Stew-O: After all, he’s a hyper-athletic veteran iceman with a high level of prowess in hard-hitting aggression that powering him to be a fearsome competitor in this match. Smith might have prepared extremely well for this huge opportunity at Pain for Pride.

Gavin Kirkland: Rising talent has fallen yet again, here comes Vincent Mondrian, quickly striking him from behind with a Discus Forearm to the back of the head, nearly dropping David to his knees!

Stew-O: Vincent continues to capitalize on the opening he has here and charges at David again with a running Yakuza Kick that nearly knocks the wind out of him. Vincent intends to hit him even harder next!

Gavin Kirkland: Something from that department seems to be working well for Vincent currently, and he wastes no time as he’s quickly grabbing one of David Gideon Smith’s hands and trying to snap it apart with the Portrait of Pain! That might very well expose the weakness! It’s one of Gideon’s greatest strengths being targeted right there!

Stew-O: OH NO!

Persephone: Oopsie.

Gavin Kirkland: GIDEON QUICKLY GOES UNDERNEATH THE ARM OF VINCENT MONDRIAN AND USES THAT BIT OF MOMENTUM TO LIFT VINCENT OFF THE GROUND ONTO ONE OF HIS SHOULDERS… AND DRIVES HIM HARD INTO THE MAT WITH THE FALLING CHOKESLAM TRANSITION!!!!!!! HE CALLS THIS CAEDOMORPH: CLAW, AND VINCENT HAS JUST BECOME A VICTIM OF IT RIGHT THERE!!!!!!!

Persephone: These exaggerated move names and his hideous look don’t even go together, does this guy have anything that actually makes sense about him at all?

Stew-O: Akari and Damien seem like they’re getting into a rhythm together with The Showtime in the ring, and now they’re stomping on Matthew Kazama! Kai Rabeaux, on the other hand, is changing targets as he’s now charging at David Gideon Smith himself!

Gavin Kirkland: Octavia is trying to throw Bridget off the ring again but Bridget is fighting her way back inside. Bridget manages to sneak in, but Cosmo spots her and steps in to take her on this time!

Persephone: Me personally, I’d just ask everyone to do me a favor and take that Dark Knight nerd out altogether. Everything about him in this match annoys me just as much as watching Akari Kiyoko still wrestling in 2025.

Stew-O: Shio Corin is going at Roberto De La Rosa and has been doing pretty well at dishing out damage! Roberto is now pressed into the corner, and Shio moves out of the way, quickly kicking his feet up and charging in for the running clothesline in the corner!

Gavin Kirkland: Roberto moves out of the way but that doesn’t slow Shio down, as he steps up to the top rope and comes down with Whisper in the Wind!

Stew-O: ROBERTO TRIPS HIM! He throws himself into the corner, taking out one of Shio’s legs and causing him to lose balance that almost sending Shio to the outside of the ring!

Gavin Kirkland: Roberto now goes underneath Shio’s arm and drags him off the top rope as he’s falling down… into the Saito Suplex that drops Shio to his knees! Roberto gets back to his feet as Shio stumbles up to his feet… CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL FROM ROBERTO TURNS SHIO INSIDE OUT!!!!!!

Persephone: What is Roberto De La Rosa even doing in the 24/7 Battle Royale after all these years? Is he that washed up or just consistently ass? Honestly, both!

Stew-O: Kai Rabeaux is struggling really hard to overpower David Gideon Smith at the moment, but David is hitting him even harder and now pushing him away with a strong right fist, forcing Kai back as he slowly retreats!

Gavin Kirkland: David is now setting Kai up for the next shot to land… AND DELIVERS A HUGE OVERHAND CHOP ACROSS HIS CHEST THAT ALMOST SENDS KAI CRUMBLING TO HIS KNEES!!!!!!!

Persephone: What’s up with allat energy?!

Stew-O: That’s one hell of a chop for any man to absorb and now David pulls Kai in quickly and tries to lift him up and over for the High Angle Michinoku Driver to drive him into the ground!

Gavin Kirkland: But Kai is able to slip out and quickly drop down onto his feet, sliding behind Gideon… Superkick to the back of the knee, causing Gideon to lose balance and stumble on his footing! Kai quickly runs up, passing in front of him and up the ropes…. COMING DOWN FOR THE CRYSTAL KINGDOM CUTTER!!!!!!

Stew-O: Cosmo Goldworthy comes from behind, trying to push Kai off the ropes and send him to the outside but Kai manages to land on the apron, saving himself for the moment! Cosmo then turns around to go after the fallen Gideon-

Gavin Kirkland: HURRICANRANA!!!!! Bridget comes in from the sidelines and swings Goldworthy down to the ground with a Hurricanrana just as he was attempting to execute the elimination in this match…

Stew-O: SHOTEI THROAT THRUST FROM DAVID GIDEON SMITH DROPS BRIDGET TO THE GROUND IMMEDIATELY!!!! He’s absolutely taking no prisoners, and he’s not slowing down either as he’s coming after Goldworthy, who has just been taken down! He picks him back up from the ground… PENDULUM GUTBUSTER BY GIDEON CONNECTS WITH COSMO!!!!!!

Persephone: Now it’s Showtime jumping in right after, with things playing out the way they want. They’re the ones dictating the pace of this match and honestly, good job. I’ve been waiting for them to actually be useful for once.

Gavin Kirkland: David powers through with a punch and tosses Damien over the top rope on his own. Damien grabs onto the ropes and leaps over them to save himself, landing firmly on his feet!

Stew-O: Akari tries to fight off Gideon, but it’s not enough, allowing Gideon to overpower him and send him up toward the ropes… BUT THAT JUST LEADS TO AKARI AND DAMIEN GOING BACK-TO-BACK WITH KUTCHER USING HIS BODY AS A SLINGSHOT TO LIFT KIYOKO INTO THE AIR AND CONNECT GIDEON WITH A TILT-A-WHIRL DDT! ENJOY THE AMPLIFIER FROM THE SHOWTIME!!!!!!

Gavin Kirkland: ROBERTO DE LA ROSA IS SEEN GOING UP TO THE TOP ROPE AFTER DAVID GIDEON SMITH HAS BEEN TAKEN DOWN AND HE’S WAY UP HIGH, STANDING TALL WITH BOTH FEET SET FIRMLY AND LAUNCHING HIMSELF OFF THE TOP!… FROG SPLASH ON GIDEON SMITH FROM ROBERTO DE LA ROSA!!!!!

Stew-O: REVERSE ROUNDHOUSE KICK TO HIS JAW!!!! Octavia jumps into the fray to get things rolling as well, landing a kick that knocks Roberto De La Rosa out cold right after he hit the frog splash on Gideon!

Stew-O: Now Kai Rabeaux is stepping into the fray, quickly swinging his arm wide to take Clayton out with the Redlined Lariat but it gets countered, as Clayton catches the arm! He’s trying to hip toss Kai into the corner to set up The 304!

Gavin Kirkland: Kai counters one offense after another, pulling the brakes with a stiff tug into the arm and yanking it out to deliver the elbow instead by throwing Clayton face-first into the corner and stepping away for a moment… AND HOLLOW POINT FOLLOWS UP KNOCKING SOME SENSE INTO CLAYTON GOLDE!!!!!! RUNNING HIGH KICK DROPS CLAYTON AT THE CORNER!!!!!

Gavin Kirkland: Great impact laid down by Kai just now, sending Akari to another world with the Redlined Lariat! Octavia now bursts through her momentum, getting to her feet quickly and charging at Kai, trying to land the Superkick but Kai is able to catch it and swing it away-

Stew-O: INTO AN ENZUGIRI KICK KNOCKS RABUEAX AWAY! Nice counter by Octavia and it worked out well for her, giving her the space she needs to set up her next move. She gets off the ground quickly, builds momentum into her stride, and now sets her sights on Kai, looking to hit her signature… SPEAR-

Gavin Kirkland: IT CONNECTS BUT NOT WITH KAI! The Forerunner leaps over her, and Kazama was just getting off the ground at that moment only to take the spear head-on as it tore through him like a blade!

Stew-O: It didn’t go exactly as she planned, but she still managed to take out one of her opponents!

Persephone: He could have avoided that by jumping at the same time Kai did. I guess not everyone has equal in-ring IQ and it really exposes how much of an idiot all of you are.

Gavin Kirkland: I don’t think it’s going to work out that easily, but anyway Octavia with wild eyes, locks her sharp focus on Kai as she quickly moves out of her position, leaps over him, and tries to trap his head under for the Guillotine Choke!

Stew-O: Rabueax uses his strength to overpower her and take control of the exchange before tossing her in front of him landing on her feet… BLADE OF BABYLON CONNECTS WITH OCTAVIA!!!! FRONT FACING SWINGING BACK ELBOW CUT CLEAN!!!!!

Gavin Kirkland: OH NO!

Stew-O: And Kai picks her up soon after… AND TOSSES OCTAVIA OVER THE ROPES! SHE’S GONE!

Bella Braxton: OCTAVIA HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

Stew-O: OCTAVIA IS OUT! WOW! WHAT AN EARLY ELIMINATION FROM THE FORERUNNER!

Persephone: YEAH, GET HER THE FUCK OUT! MAKE HER PAY!

Gavin Kirkland: She’s from your brand!

Persephone: I don’t care, SCREW HER!

Stew-O: Kai Rabeaux is INDEED on top!

Persephone: Don’t turn around now, idiot.

Gavin Kirkland: DEVIL TRIGGER!!!!!!! 540 KICK FROM RISING MATTHEWS TURNS KAI INSIDE OUT AS SOON AS HE TURNED AROUND!!!!!! HIS NAME OF THE MOVE IS LIKE THAT ONE GAME, I GET THE REFERENCE!!!

Stew-O: Matthew Kazama is leaning against the corner now and he is raising his arms up! Trying to get himself some energy back and try to get the support of the crowd behind him! He points forward and then he rushes! HE JUMPS OVER AND THEN A SLING BLADE ENDS UP TAKING DOWN BRIDGET RIGHT IN THE CENTER OF THE RING!

Gavin Kirkland: MATTHEWS IS NOT SAFE YET THOUGH! COSMO SUDDENLY RUSHES FORWARD AND ENDS UP THROWING A SUPERKICK DIRECTLY TOWARDS MATTHEW’S JAW!

Persephone: Does this dude have any other move? Anyway, the idiot’s superkick doesn’t land! Matthew, why is his name Kazama, ends up catching Cosmo’s foot here! He ends up throwing it to the side and spinning him around- BEFORE FLOATING OVER AND THEN HITTING A DDT! Alright, there we go, something actually interesting going on!

Stew-O: But just as Matthews is able to get up, Shio Corin comes from out of nowhere! He hits him right over on the head while he has his back turned towards him, as he grabs him by the hair- AND THEN HE TRIES TO THROW HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE!

Gavin Kirkland: SHIO IS ABLE TO THROW HIM… BUT MATTHEWS ENDS UP HOLDING ON AT THE LAST SECOND! Shio turns his back acting like he just ended up eliminating Matthews but he ended up making a big mistake, because just as he turns-

Stew-O: MATTHEWS JUMPS AND THEN HE HITS A SPRINGBOARD FOREARM RIGHT TO SHIO’S HEAD, SHIO GOING DOWN HARD!

Persephone: Jesus Christ, are all of these people incompetent? They are getting wiped out by a damn rookie!

Gavin Kirkland: Cosmo appears to be recovering on the ground from the hit he took earlier, his head seemingly drifting through another dimension from the impact and Sorn sets his sights on a new target as he rises as well, quickly lunging toward Cosmo to deliver a boot to the jaw that causing his knees to rattle down to the bone!

Persephone: Speaking of incompetent, they are ones.

Gavin Kirkland: Sorn takes care of business himself before spinning back to land a spinning back kick to the gut, sending Cosmo stumbling against the ropes. Now Sorn takes a step back and quickly charges in to send Goldworthy over the ropes with a running clothesline!

Stew-O: Cosmo tries to reverse it and send Sorn flying over the ropes, but Sorn manages to land on his feet! He quickly pulls Cosmo back and delivers an Enzuigiri Kick to the back of his head!

Gavin Kirkland: The Rising Talent has been doing pretty well on his own terms so far, and Cosmo is struggling hard against his agility.

Persephone: “Rising Talent” He hasn’t even risen to the occasion once over the years.

Stew-O: And Sorn now springboards back into the ring, ready to launch another attack on Goldworthy!

Gavin Kirkland: JUMPING KNEE!!!!!!!! RIGHT IN THE MID-AIR!!!!!! That one surely connects as Cosmo pulls the rabbit out of the hat and scores huge! He proceeds with the plan, pulling Sorn up from the ground… AND SORN FALLS INTO THE ECSTASY OF GOLD!!! TIGER DRIVER ’85 DRIVES HIM INTO THE MAT!!!!!!!

Stew-O: Back to Kazama! A rookie that has been doing this for quite a while, Persephone! Matthews is no slouch and he is planning to pull out all of the stops to be able to win that 24/7 Contract on his very first match at Pain for Pride! Matthews is fired up and some of the crowd is cheering him on!

Gavin Kirkland: THAT DAVID GUY JUST GOT UP LIKE NOTHING NOW! He is looking straight towards Matthews and staring through his soul, all while Matthews is not backing away and walking forward at him!

Persephone: Why are they trying to have a staredown in the middle of a match with a shit ton of people?!

Stew-O: If I am not wrong I think these two men have a lot of history with each other before EAW! And tonight they will have to go and battle once again, as Matthews-

Gavin Kirkland: SHOWTIME SUDDENLY COMES FROM BEHIND THE TWO AND THEY BEAT THEM DOWN TO THE GROUND! They start stomping down hard on both David and Matthews! Akari grabs Matthews and then he throws him against the corner, moving quickly to try and go focus on him, all while Damien focuses on David and goes to further wear him down!

Stew-O: Damien tries to get David up for that spinebuster!

Gavin Kirkland: AS DAVID SUDDENLY POPS UP TO HIS FEET AND GRABS DAMIEN BY HIS THROAT! David staring daggers at Damien and not letting him go so easily! ANOTHER CAEDEMORPH: CLAW THAT ENDS UP DROPPING DAMIEN DOWN HARD ONTO THE MAT WITH A FALLING CHOKESLAM!

Persephone: Look at Damien being a bum once more! Even while jumping someone else he can’t do anything right! David only got stronger from attempting to hurt him!

Stew-O: BUT SOMEONE ELSE SUDDENLY JUMPS RIGHT ONTO HIS BACK! Clayton trying to go for a sneak attack here and trying to bring the big man down with everything that he can! But as Clayton holds on, he isn’t… really doing much!

Gavin Kirkland: HERE COMES SORN THOUGH! SORN MOVES OVER AND JUMPS ONTO THE ROPES, SPRINGBOARDING OFF AND TRYING TO GO FOR A SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT!

Stew-O: DAVID CATCHES HIM! DAVID GRABS TIGHTLY ONTO SORN UP ON HIS SHOULDERS, AS HE RUNS FORWARD AND THEN THROWS HIM RIGHT ONTO THE CORNER WITH A LAWN DART!

Persephone: Annoying streamer up on top! Bridget is rising up on the top of the corner- SHE FLIES OFF TO GO FOR CROSSBODY!

Gavin Kirkland: AND DAVID CATCHES HER AS WELL! THE FREAK STRENGTH OF THIS MAN AS HE IS DOING THIS BACK TO BACK WITH CLAYTON STILL ON HIS BACK! DAVID RUNS FORWARD AND THEN HE SLAMS BRIDGET ONTO THE CORNER BACK FIRST AS SHE CRUMBLES!

Stew-O: But just as David is able to start to find momentum, Clayton finally gets off of him- AND THEN CHOPS HIM DOWN WITH A CHOP BLOCK TO THE BACK OF THE KNEE! Clayton uses his smarts for once to be able to take David down! He ends up rising up to his feet, bragging at the small victory!

Persephone: All people in this match have to be braindead because of course this dude does not see at all- ROBERTO DE LA ROSA FLYING THROUGH THE AIR AND TRYING TO HIT HIM DOWN WITH A SPRINGBOARD KNEE! THE “BOARD CRASHER!!!”

Gavin Kirkland: CLAYTON AVOIDS THE KNEE AT THE LAST SECOND! He almost trips over himself from how fast Roberto was flying across the air! Roberto is not willing to give up and let him get away so easily though! He tries to run forward after Clayton and then get at him!

Stew-O: Clayton is trying to run away from Roberto and get some distance away from him, but Roberto rushes forward and tries to go for another knee!

Gavin Kirkland: BUT CLAYTON ENDS UP BACKING AWAY TOWARDS THE ROPES AND HE PULLS THEM DOWN AT THE LAST SECOND, TRYING TO MAKE ROBERTO GO FLYING WITH A KNEE!

Persephone: Clayton must have learned how to wrestle just one hour ago because the dumbass just pulled those ropes way too early! NOW ROBERTO IS MOVING OVER AND STOMPING THE HELL OUT OF HIM WHILE HE IS HOLDING ONTO THOSE ROPES!

Stew-O: Clayton ends up going down onto the mat after a dose of karma was thrown his way and Roberto is not willing to let go of him! Roberto trying to grab him by his hair and somehow pull him up!

Gavin Kirkland: VINCENT MONDRIAN SUDDENLY COMES FROM BEHIND AND TRIES TO THROW ROBERTO OVER THE TOP ROPE!

Stew-O: ROBERTO HOLDS ONTO DEAR LIFE THOUGH! HE IS GRABBING ONTO THE ROPES WITH EVERYTHING THAT HE CAN, AS HE IS ABLE TO PULL BACK… AND HE THROWS AN ELBOW RIGHT TOWARDS VINCENT’S HEAD! Vincent is forced to let go and back away, all while Roberto is able to regain back his footing-

Persephone: AS THAT DUMBASS OF VINCENT PULLS BACK AND ENDS UP HITTING ROBERTO RIGHT ACROSS THE FACE WITH A HEADBUTT! Night night goes Roberto de la Rosa as he falls down to the mat!

Stew-O: Vincent backs away, taking in the carnage around him and letting the adrenaline wear off- BUT HE SHOULDN’T HAVE DONE THAT YET!

Gavin Kirkland: “A K-NEE OF DEATH!” AKARI COMES OUT OF NOWHERE AND VINCENT GOES DOWN HARD FROM THE KNEE!! AS AKARI RISES UP TO HIS FEET AND HE LETS OUT A ROAR OF VICTORY, STANDING OVER THE OTHER KNOCKED DOWN PEOPLE AROUND THE MAT-

Stew-O: “REDLINEEEEDDDD!!!!!”

Persephone: HAHAAAAAAA! THE STUPID GRIN ON AKARI’S FACE GETS WIPED RIGHT OFF AS HE FLIPS IN THE AIR FROM THAT NORTHERN LARIAT! BALD MAN ENDS UP WIPING HIM OUT

Stew-O: Kai with that northern lariat ends up hitting Akari down, and with everyone else out in the ring, Kai Rabeaux is the only person standing! And now here comes Bridget gets up to her feet and tries to attack him!

Gavin Kirkland: Kai avoids! Rabeaux takes his turn, slipping in from behind and hooking both of Bridget’s arms from underneath, quickly executing… SNAP DRAGON SUPLEX DRIVING THE BACK OF HER HEAD STRAIGHT INTO THE MAT LIKE RENT’S DUE FOR HER!

Stew-O: Rabeaux put every ounce of aggression into that one devastating suplex!

Gavin Kirkland: Oh, and it seems like Rabuex is soon to be caught in the chaos with Shio sneaking up from behind, dropping his head under his arm and quickly setting him up for a big move right here!… BANG! RHYTHM SCHEME! ROLLING CUTTER BY SHIO CORIN DROPS THE JUDGE!

Stew-O: That’s not the end of it all, as Roberto returns to his feet and confronts Shio right away with a-

Gavin Kirkland: Oh, hold on… AND BANG! A BOP AND BANG RIGHT HOOK KNOCKS OUT SHIO CORIN AND STUNS HIM FOR A MOMENT, EVENTUALLY DROPPING HIM TO HIS KNEES!

Persephone: What a fucking geek.

Stew-O: Former EAW Hardcore Champion is on a run and now throws himself to the ropes, picking up speed and putting his combination on full display… PCR ON SHIO CORIN!!!! WHAT A CURB STOMP BY ROBERTO DE LA ROSA!!!!

Persephone: And speaking of geek….

Gavin Kirkland: And someone is at the top, looking to take an even bigger high flying risk here! Sorn has risen from the ashes he’s been through earlier on, and he’s already preparing for the big move up there!

Stew-O: Shio is laid out, and Sorn is looking to bring it all to his former partner!…. DIVING SHOOTING STAR PRESS FROM THE TOP DROPS THE BOMB ON SHIO CORIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Gavin Kirkland: Sorn was about to pick him up shortly after, but Cosmo Goldworthy quickly blasts him from behind with a dropkick, sending Sorn down! Now it’s Cosmo’s chance to take over and he’s going for the elimination himself and picks up Shio….

Stew-O: SPRINGBOARD FOREARM SMASH!!!!! Matthews with his signature striking comes flying through the air, and he takes down Cosmo the moment he sees him!

Gavin Kirkland: Cosmo is heavily stunned and stumbling from the ground back to his feet. He finds himself leaning against the ropes, and Matthew quickly drives himself up from the mat… AND KAZAMA CLOTHESLINE SENDS HIM OVER THE TOP!!! COSMO IS GONE!!!!!! THANKS FOR COMING, MY GUY!!!!!

Bella Braxton: COSMO GOLDWORTHY HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

Persephone: Well, this Gold Standard of EAW is fucking stink huh?

Stew-O: Cosmo might redeem himself later on, but tonight just wasn’t his night. Shio is waking up from a daze, and he’s not quite himself. He’s walking like a man possessed out there after taking so many brutal bumps.

Gavin Kirkland: And now… Oh! Of course, man! Someone is picking up this part of the action, with Clayton happily stepping in to take it on.… C’EST LA VIE FROM CLAYTON GOLDE CONNECTS WITH SHIO CORIN! THE INVERTED STUNNER BY THE GOLDEN GOD!

Persephone: It’s honestly funny to me that anyone with “Gold” in their name has never actually touched gold in EAW!

Stew-O: Shio Corin has been beaten and battered so badly, and now Clayton picks him up like he’s proud of it… AND TOSSES SHIO CORIN OVER THE ROPES! SHIO CORIN IS GONE! The spotlight doesn’t shine so bright on him tonight!

Bella Braxton: SHIO CORIN HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

(Boos erupt loudly as Clayton Golde taunts the crowd’s reaction and he’s clearly enjoying every moment of it before taunting even more, like he’s trying to flex his chain.)

Clayton Golde: (Off-Mic) GIMME ALL YOUR ENERGY! THAT’S WHAT I NEED! YOUR FAVORITE TO WIN THIS MATCH…

(Clayton turns back to focus on the match but…)

Clayton Golde: (Off-Mic) IS ME-

Gavin Kirkland: THE DIVINE SPINEBUSTER!!!!!!!! Damien Kutcher comes from behind and shuts down all that smack talk and lighting up the spotlight brightly for himself!

Stew-O: Akari Kiyoko picks up right after, and Showtime is in their groove… HEAVY ON MY HEART!!!!! BACKDROP SUPLEX DRIVES CLAYTON GOLDE INTO THE GROUND!!!!!!

Persephone: This guy is definitely a fucking dumbass.

(Both members of Showtime look down at the lifeless body of Clayton Golde then glance toward each other and smile.)

Damien Kutcher: (Off-Mic) Let’s keep this energy up. We got this bro.

Akari Kiyoko: (Off-Mic) Got it.

Stew-O: Showtime is continuing to along each other side and now their eyes are on Matthew Kazama once again with Akari taking the lead-

Gavin Kirkland: WAIT BUT DAMIEN KUTCHER FROM BEHIND, QUICKLY GRABBING AKARI AND IMMEDIATELY TOSSING HIM OVER THE ROPES!!!! AKARI IS GONE-

Persephone: AHAH, I KNEW IT!

Stew-O: NO BUT AKARI SWITCHES IT OUT AT THE LAST SECOND… AND ENDS UP BEING THE ONE TO TOSS DAMIEN OUT OF THE RING!!!!!

Bella Braxton: DAMIEN KUTCHER HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

Gavin Kirkland: WOAH! DAMIEN IS OUT OF THIS MATCH! WHAT A TURN! AKARI JUST OUTSMARTED THE SMART ONE!

Persephone: WHAT???????

Stew-O: Look at the shocking expression on Damien’s face, he can’t believe what just happened! And Akari is giving him a very serious glare. He knew this was coming all along; he knew it was bound to happen. Fate brought them to this moment!

Akari Kiyoko: (Off-Mic) Too fucking bad.

Gavin Kirkland: Eyes still on this match, guys! Sorn quickly turns Akari around while he’s still too cocky about his elimination, and drops Akari to his knees with a low dropkick connect!

Stew-O: Akari is hurt, and Sorn rolls back up to his feet, regaining his speed and finding his rhythm.… RUNNING HIGH KNEE KNOCKS AKARI DOWN!

Persephone: That’s a better look. I don’t like it when bro tries to act tough because he just looks like a nerd!

Gavin Kirkland: Sorn is on a roll right now, and he’s on fire to seize his opportunity. He now finds himself standing toe-to-toe with the Hardcore Champion, and Sorn opens fire with a hard European Uppercut, quickly stunning Roberto!

Stew-O: Great strength being shown there by the young man with big dreams heading into this match! Sorn shortly after, delivers the Rolling Savate Kick!

Gavin Kirkland: And that one’s good enough to knock Roberto down! Roberto drops to his knees, and Sorn quickly launches himself onto the second rope, looking to fly high!… SORN COMES DOWN WITH MX!!!!!!!

Stew-O: He was aiming for the Diving Codebreaker, but that wasn’t a good landing! Sorn came down hard on his knees, and it hurt badly!

Gavin Kirkland: Roberto was able to roll out of the way, get back to his feet, and pick up speed, running straight toward Sorn at full throttle!… MEXICAN DESTROYER SPIKES HIM!!!!! ODE TO TLA!!!!!

Stew-O: Sorn had no choice and he took the full force of that impactful Mexican Destroyer, spiking his head into the mat! And now Roberto is picking up what’s left of him, and Sorn might have his dream crushed here… AND HE’S GONE! SORN GETS SENT FLYING OVER THE ROPES AND DOWN TO THE FLOOR!

Bella Braxton: SORN HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

Persephone: Thank fucking god.

Gavin Kirkland: Hey woah, watch your language! Do you have a problem with my Future Ace?

Persephone: Okay.

Stew-O: No time to joke around here, guys because the pace is picking up fast! Kai Rabeaux is now battling Akari, and he’s been able to land some stiff kicks that force Akari to retreat to the corner to recover.

Gavin Kirkland: Bridget now quickly comes from behind, going under and trying to throw Kai over the ropes by scooping him up but Kai uses his size and strength to push Bridget back, landing a back elbow that connects right with her jaw!

Stew-O: Rabeaux now swings hard, trying to land the Redlined once again but Bridget avoids that one and waits for Kai to turn around and he does.… BRIDGE KICK FROM BRIDGET!

Gavin Kirkland: NO! Lucky for Kai, he was near the ropes and managed to pull himself down, causing Bridget to accidentally throw the kick and send her leg over the top rope!

Stew-O: Rabeaux then comes from behind, trying to scoop her over and eliminate her. Bridget hangs on and slowly steadies herself, rising up onto the apron surface…. BUT IT’S USELESS! KAI WITH THE HOLLOW POINT KICK TO HER FACE AND SENDS HER OFF THE APRON! GOODNIGHT, BRIDGET!

Bella Braxton: BRIDGET BRIDGET HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

Persephone: This is stressful to watch. I need a medical pill ASAP!

Gavin Kirkland: Kai has been doing his best to hold his ground in this match, doing anything he can to get past all the obstacles in his way but Clayton quickly comes in, stops him, and delivers a flapjack that plants Kai’s face into the mat!

Stew-O: Clayton is standing tall among all the competitors who are resting right now, and once again, he’s getting the biggest reaction of the night from everyone involved in this match! The crowd absolutely loves him!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!

Persephone: For sure, man. Loud and clear!

Gavin Kirkland: Clayton is seen near Matthew, who is struggling to get up off the ground and still recovering from all the pain he’s been through but Clayton steps in again and delivers a brutal right hook across his jaw that is a definitive statement that earns him even more hate from the crowd!

Stew-O: He’s surely loving playing mind games with his opponents tonight and settling some scores for himself!

Gavin Kirkland: Now, Clayton is looking for it yet again and he’s recharging his right fist! Clayton has an amazed look in his eyes; he can’t believe this is his reality, and he’s pouring all that energy into this next elbow!… DEMONETIZED-

Stew-O: AVOID! Kazama manages to slip underneath the incoming discus elbow that was meant to knock the lights out of him, and Clayton turns around and tries to follow up with a second attempt… BUT MATTHEW CATCHES THE ARM AND LIFTS HIM INTO THE AIR!…. FALL FROM GRACE!!!!!!!! PUMPHANDLE LIFT INTO SAMOAN DROP!!!!!!!

Persephone: That’s what he deserves for acting like a snarky, arrogant piece of shit this entire match. Now spare us the irritation!

Gavin Kirkland: Kazama isn’t wasting time to pick his moment. He’s hurt, but he’s pushing through to get Clayton out of this match…. AND HE’S EVENTUALLY ABLE TO TOSS CLAYTON OVER THE TOP!!!! THE GOLDEN GOD HAS FALLEN TONIGHT!!!!!

Bella Braxton: CLAYTON GOLDE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

Stew-O: We’re down to six competitors in this match so far, and Matthew is rising to his feet. He’s getting a great reception from the crowd, and rightfully so, for taking Clayton Golde out of this match and saving everyone else in the process!

(Matthews is holding himself up slowly, almost collapsing to the ground. He’s limping and absolutely gasping for air but then, he’s already back in the fight. A familiar face stands before him, one he’s been waiting for as the showdown is about to begin once again…. David Gideon Smith.)

Persephone: Not him again, man! EWWWWWWWWWWWWWW GET HIM OUT!

Stew-O: We’ve heard the history between these two, and this clash was bound to happen but look at Matthew’s condition! It’s getting worse!

Gavin Kirkland: Does he even have much left to continue against David Gideon Smith, who still has so much to offer in this match?

(Kazama reaches his hands out toward David and collapses at his knees, trying to get a grasp at least something but all it does is leave Gideon standing tall, watching him suffer slowly…. David can only sigh.)

Stew-O: Not much left to say here and David immediately pulls Kazama up from the ground and hoists him right onto his shoulders. David is wasting no time as he goes for it.… ARCHDRAGON’S WRATH-

Gavin Kirkland: Oh wait, Matthew still has something left in him! He pushes himself out of the electric chair position and lands on his feet in front of Gideon, pulling his head down under his arm at the same time!… DOUBLE UNDERHOOK DDT!!! KAZAMA GOT HIM!!!!

Stew-O: NO! Kazama is trying to apply it, but he couldn’t get all of it! His knee is failing him, forcing him to drop to one knee first and causing him to lose balance! He couldn’t even hit the Double Underhook DDT!

Gavin Kirkland: He is trying really hard to push through and fight back, but it’s all meaningless! David is already getting back up and grabs Kazama by his head for the execution!… THE BLACK BLADE!!!!!!!!!! WHAT A NASTY LARIAT THAT MIGHT JUST KILLED KAZAMA!!!!!!!!

Persephone: Well, that’s a murder.

Stew-O: Gideon looks like he has no regrets in doing this, he lifts the soulless Kazama right off the ground… AND TOSSES HIM OVER THE ROPES LIKE YESTERDAY’S TRASH! THANKS FOR COMING, KAZAMA!

Bella Braxton: MATTHEWS KAZAMA HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

Gavin Kirkland: That was really tough, but what a showcase of his strength and what he can bring in the future, but that potential is slipping away tonight, consumed by the dark force.

Stew-O: Kai Rabeaux. Akari Kiyoko. Roberto De La Rosa. Vincent Mondrian. And David Gideon Smith. There are five capable men left, the final five of this match and we’re about to see who will emerge as the 24/7 victor this year.

Gavin Kirkland: Their fate lies in this ring right here! THE TIME IS NOW!

Persephone: And of course, given the recent situation everyone just witnessed, all four men are jumping David Gideon Smith at the same time as they are wasting no time to swarm him with everything they’ve got! THIS IS GREAT! COOK HIM! GET HIS SORRY ASS OUT!

Gavin Kirkland: Oh my! They’re going all in, not holding back for even a second, trying to neutralize his momentum. Teamwork suddenly comes into play to take the biggest threat in this match out!

Stew-O: But it’s too much to contain him as David Gideon Smith bursts through all four men, sending them flying into separate corners of the ring!

Gavin Kirkland: Kai Rabeaux manages to land right in front of him without taking too much damage and makes a quick run toward him for HOLLOW POINT!

Stew-O: Gideon sidesteps the kick that was supposed to knock the wind out of him and quickly throws himself back toward the ropes. Kai turns back, trying to counter and keep up with the exchange… BUT THE STRIKER’S MIND AND SPEED ARE WAY TOO SHARP TO CATCH UP TO AND A BICYCLE KNEE STRIKE OUT OF INSANE VELOCITY FROM DAVID GIDEON SMITH TURNS THE FORERUNNER INSIDE OUT!!!!!!!

Persephone: I have never seen a bicycle knee strike that insane that it turned a man inside out like that! What is this guy even built like at this point? Who even allowed him to compete? We need to put him to rest as soon as possible, because this is getting out of control!

Gavin Kirkland: That seems to be what everyone else is trying to do right now as Gideon is attempting to continue beating down Rabeaux, but here comes Roberto De La Rosa targeting his weak spot with a chop block from behind that drops Gideon to one knee!

Stew-O: Smart move against bigger guy! Roberto quickly crawls toward the ropes and lines himself up, eyes locked in as Gideon begins to rise… ROBERTO’S SETTING UP FOR THE RUNNING CORKSCREW THAT SENDS HIM LAUNCHING THROUGH THE ROPES!… ROBERTO ENTERS THE RING WITH A ROLLING THUNDER SLINGSHOT DROPKICK ON GIDEON!

Gavin Kirkland: JUMPING GAMENGIRI CATCHES HIM IN MID-AIR JUST AS ROBERTO ROLLED THROUGH THE ROPES AND WAS READY TO JUMP FOR THE DROPKICK BUT GIDEON WAS STILL MOVING AT HIGH-SPEED VELOCITY, COMPLETELY OUT OF CONTROL, AND HE JUST KNOCKED THE WIND OUT OF ROBERTO WITH THAT BRUTAL KICK!

Persephone: Who can even stop him at this point? Come on, man! EAW doesn’t build great talents for years just to have them lose to this walking protagonist syndrome!

Stew-O: Vincent Mondrian quickly rushes up from behind trying to drop Gideon with a Jumping DDT!

Gavin Kirkland: But Gideon hangs on! He’s not letting that happen to him! He’s holding onto Vincent’s body and lifting him into the air!

Stew-O: WAIT! Am I seeing this right? Gideon is still holding onto that DDT, but Vincent is taking advantage of the position he’s stuck in right now! Mondrian is clinging to David’s arm like a leech as he’s lifted up!

Gavin Kirkland: He’s watching for the hand… and he grabs it! Gideon is trying to shake him off, but Vincent already seems too heavy for that escape plan to work!… PORTRAIT OF PAIN!!!! FINGER CRACK CRUSHES GIDEON RIGHT IN HIS GRIP, FORCING HIM TO LET VINCENT GO AND SHAKE HIM OFF BUT VINCENT WAS STILL ABLE TO USE THAT ACE UP HIS SLEEVE!!!!!

Persephone: He has this chance in the bag, and he shouldn’t ruin it. He’s been a total fraud for months, and now he has a chance to make this about himself. Stop putting Dynasty’s legacy to shame!

Stew-O: He’s from my brand?????

Persephone: I don’t give a fuck! Your brand sucks just as much as he does, and it annoys me how watered down he’s become since losing his title to Jay Jerry Johnson! NOW GO!

Gavin Kirkland: YEAH GO! Gideon is hurt! He can’t use his arm for the moment after Vincent landed that explosive damage, and now Vincent is ready to make good use of his momentum, manipulating his body to make a leap in this match!… VINCENT RUNS TOWARD GIDEON AND GOES FOR THE GALICK GUN!!!!! THE HELLUVA KICK MIGHT JUST SEND GIDEON OVER THE TOP!!!!!

Stew-O: Wait a minute, Gideon Smith is still able to avoid that one just in time, holding himself back and causing Vincent to tumble over the top! Oh, hang on! Watch out for the floor, Vincent, because danger is swinging down there! Vincent is close to falling, but he has one hand holding onto the rope!

Gavin Kirkland: Kai Rabeaux is looking to cut that down, lifting his right boot up and coming in for the kick once again… HOLLOW POINT KNOCKS VINCENT OFF THE APRON!!!!!!!

Stew-O: NO! Vincent manages to avoid that, putting his in-ring awareness on full display, pulling Kai back in after missing the mark and wrapping his arm around the neck!… THE FINAL EXPLOSION!!!! THE COQUINA CLUTCH HAS KAI TRAPPED WHILE VINCENT IS STILL STANDING ON THE APRON!!!!

Gavin Kirkland: Kai is suffering in the Coquina Clutch right now-

Stew-O: OH WAIT! LOOK! Gideon Smith is already up from the ground! He’s still going to try to use that arm, despite it being targeted by the Portrait of Pain, powering through the damage and quickly charging toward where Kai is being choked out!… HE’S GOING FOR THE THE UN|MAKER!

Gavin Kirkland: SUPERMAN ELBOW!

Stew-O: KAI WAS ABLE TO SLIP OUT AT THE LAST SECOND-

Gavin Kirkland: AND THAT ONE CONNECTS HARD WITH VINCENT!!!!!!!… AND VINCENT FALLS OFF THE APRON!!!!! MONDRIAN’S TIME IS OVER!!!!!!

Bella Braxton: VINCENT MONDRIAN HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

Gavin Kirkland: Vincent was trying, gotta give the credits where it due!

Persephone: Not even a great performance, he’s sucked from the beginning all the way to the end. But the fact that he just got eliminated in the dumbest way possible makes him an even more miserable Elitist to sit through in a match. This is fucking pathetic.

Stew-O: Some guys aren’t perfect but they always tried, and you have to understand that at certain points. Now we’re down to the final four. Gideon, who just used all that energy to eliminate Vincent, is clearly hurt in his fingers and joints but he’s pushing through it.

Gavin Kirkland: Now Kai tries to swing for the Superkick right after eliminating Vincent, but Gideon avoids it and quickly moves to the ropes!

Stew-O: Look at that speed despite everything he’s endured and he comes off the ropes toward Kai!… METEOR INFRA!!!!!!! A LEAPING DOUBLE FOOT STOMP FROM THE ROPES THAT DRIVES RABEAUX STRAIGHT TO THE GROUND!!!!!!!!

Persephone: Are we really letting this guy dominating?

Gavin Kirkland: NO CHANCE! I don’t think so and Kiyoko might be thinking the same thing. He’s just finished dealing with Roberto De La Rosa and is now fighting David Gideon Smith right away!

Stew-O: Akari quickly grabs the hand that was hurt by Vincent and tries to exploit it, but Gideon slams his elbow into the back of his head so hard it sends him stumbling to his knees!

Gavin Kirkland: Gideon now continues using his right knee, which isn’t hurting as much as his hand, and repeatedly slams it into Akari! Look at the impact, Akari has to be in agony at this point, considering the sheer force Gideon is putting into each shot that lands!

Stew-O: Akari is now being dragged back to the top and nothing seems to be stopping this guy anytime soon! He places Akari in the ripcord position and quickly spins him out!… DAVID LEAPS IN FOR THE RIPCORD KNEE STRIKE AT AKARI KIYOKO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Gavin Kirkland: BUT AKARI SIDESTEPS! Roberto De La Rosa is coming off the ground at the same time right in front of him and he’s charging at full speed, moving as fast as possible!.. AND HE’S GOING FOR THE SPEAR!!!! TALON DE ÁGUILA AT AKARI-

Stew-O: AKARI THROWS HIMSELF OUT OF THE WAY AND THAT ONE CUT GIDEON IN HALF!!!!!! OH MY GOD!!!!!

Persephone: You know, being the biggest guy in the match doesn’t necessarily mean you’ve got the sharpest mind and seems to be the case here. He could’ve easily thrown himself out of harm’s way at the same time but that’s just me!

Gavin Kirkland: Gideon got hurt badly by the spear! That was a huge impact, and now there’s an opportunity in sight! Akari steps in, pushing Roberto out of the way as if he were trying to throw him over the ropes, but that doesn’t work either way!

Stew-O: But Akari’s focus is already locked on Gideon, who’s holding his gut and clearly in miserable pain from that powerful spear!

Persephone: No way.

Gavin Kirkland: The chance to eliminate him right now makes it all the more satisfying for Akari!.. PEACH DREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Stew-O: THE CLAYMORE KICK FROM AKARI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!….. AND GIDEON IS SENT OVER THE ROPES BY THE IMPACT!!!!!!! HE’S GONE!!!!!!!

Bella Braxton: DAVID GIDEON SMITH HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

Persephone: YES!!!! LET’S FUCKING GO!!!!! TERRORISM IS DEAD!!!!!

Stew-O: David Gideon Smith might have made it to the final three, but he couldn’t survive the war down the stretch! Akari Kiyoko has just scored the elimination ending Gideon’s dream of winning the 24/7 Battle Royal and being the conqueror of this warfare!

Persephone: HE FUCKING SUCKS TOO! I mean, don’t ever get blinded by the aesthetics! Everything about him reeks so badly that I’d honestly prefer Akari Kiyoko over him even though Akari may not be all that different, but at least he can wrestle.

Gavin Kirkland: Damn even at this climax point of the match, do you like anything about this battle royal?!!?!?!?

Persephone: Yes, I do! The only time I can appreciate this match is when someone gets eliminated and it fast forwards things to get it over with. Every year, it’s a fucking waste of time sitting through these losers fighting for an opportunity they’re just going to waste anyway!

Stew-O: AND SPEAKING OF OPPORTUNITY, ROBERTO DE LA ROSA IS LOOKING TO SEIZE ONE WHILE AKARI KIYOKO IS STILL REACTING TO THE ELIMINATION HE JUST MADE WITH HIS OWN HANDS! ROBERTO COMES UP FROM BEHIND, QUICKLY TRYING TO TOSS HIM OVER!

Gavin Kirkland: AKARI MIGHT BE GONE RIGHT NOW!

Persephone: PLEASE!

Stew-O: But that didn’t work out well for him! Akari is holding himself steady on the apron, and Roberto repeatedly tries to knock him off but his right hand gets caught just before Akari lands an elbow to stun him!

Gavin Kirkland: Now Akari drags him down to the apron at the same time! Roberto is now in serious trouble, he’s on the verge of being knocked off the apron!

Stew-O: This is where things are truly getting exciting between these two! Roberto De La Rosa and Akari Kiyoko are both on the apron, going at each other right now. Roberto throws a heavy right hand to fight back!

Gavin Kirkland: But Akari repeatedly hammers his elbow into the side of Roberto’s head to stun him even more! It seems like neither of them is willing to lose this match, they’re fighting tooth and nail to stay in!

Persephone: FUCK both of them! BE GONE!

Stew-O: Roberto seems to be the one getting outwrestled here on the apron, as Akari repeatedly throws stiff right hands to the back of his head with his fist clenched tightly, making it even harder for Roberto to withstand!

Gavin Kirkland: Roberto drops to his knees, and Akari takes a step back as he could be setting up for the finishing blow!… GOING FOR A K-NEE OF DEATH!!!!!!!!!

Stew-O: BIG BOOT TO THE JAW!!!!!!!! Roberto is biting his teeth as he pulls himself up onto the apron surface at the last second and stuns Akari clean with a Big Boot straight to the jaw that making him stagger!

Gavin Kirkland: Now he seizes that chance… OH MY GOD, IS HE ATTEMPTING THE MEXICAN DESTROYER ON THE APRON!?!??!?!

Persephone: OH SHIT! KAI RABEAUX!

Gavin Kirkland: WAIT WHAT?! KAI GOT BACK TO HIS FEET QUICKLY AND RUSHED IN FROM BEHIND WITH HIS ARM SWINGING WITH FULL FORCE! DON’T TELL ME-

Stew-O: REDLINED!!!!!!!!!!! NOTHERN LARIAT TO THE BACK OF ROBERTO’S HEAD AND THAT ONE MAKES HIM FALL….

Gavin Kirkland: OH MY GOD! KAI DID IT! ROBERTO FALLS AND DROPS OFF THE APRON TO THE OUTSIDE OF THE RING! HE’S OFF THE EDGE…. AND ROBERTO IS GONE! WE ARE NOW DOWN TO THE FINAL TWO COMPETITORS!

Bella Braxton: ROBERTO DE LA ROSA HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

Persephone: We’re clearing out the losers from this match, and there’s only one left to take out! That’s right….. I’m talking about AKARI KIYOKO!

Gavin Kirkland: You seem to be a fan of Kai Rabeaux! I agree, let’s go-

Persephone: FUCK NO! Not even once in my life have I ever wanted to be a fan of that fucking poser pretending to be a wrestler, that’s exactly why he doesn’t even deserve a mention from me!

Stew-O: RABEAUX WAS JUST DOWN ON THE GROUND MOMENTS AGO, BUT HE’S ALREADY SEIZING THE OPPORTUNITY AT HAND TO TAKE AKARI KIYOKO OUT WHILE HE’S STILL RECOVERING!…. KAI IS LINING UP HOLLOW POINT ONCE AGAIN, AIMING TO KNOCK HIM OFF THE APRON!!!!!!!!!!

Gavin Kirkland: DEADSTROKE!!!!!!!!!! AKARI KIYOKO DRIVES HIMSELF BACK INTO THE RING FROM HIS KNEES WITH A ROLLING THUNDER DDT CATCHING KAI RABEAUX AT THE CENTER OF THE RING!!!!!!

Persephone: THAT ONE STRUCK HIM SO HARD THAT IT LEFT KAI LOOKING COMPLETELY DAZED AND OUT OF IT ALMOST INSTANTLY!!!!!!! AKARI MIGHT DO SOMETHING GOOD FOR ONCE!!!!!

Stew-O: THAT’S RIGHT BECAUSE HE HAD A HUGE OPPORTUNITY TO WIN THIS MATCH RIGHT HERE! HE’S PICKING KAI UP FROM HIS FEET AS AKARI IS READY TO THROW HIM OUTSIDE OF THE RING RIGHT AFTER THAT ROLLING THUNDER DDT CONNECTED… AND KAI HAS BEEN SENT OVER THE ROPES!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Gavin Kirkland: BUT KAI IS HANGING ON TIGHTLY TO THE ROPES! HE’S NOT GOING DOWN THAT EASILY AND DESPITE LOOKING NEARLY HALF-DEAD, HE KNOWS HE NEEDS THIS MATCH MORE THAN ANYTHING, AND HE’S COME TOO FAR TO LET IT SLIP AWAY NOW!

Stew-O: AKARI LOOKS BACK AND IMMEDIATELY REALIZES KAI’S NOT OUT JUST YET. HE QUICKLY CHARGES AT HIM, TRYING TO TACKLE HIM OFF THE APRON!

Persephone: THAT DIDN’T WORK OUT FOR HIM AT ALL BECAUSE HIS DUMBASS THOUGHT IT WOULD BE EASY, BUT KAI USED THAT KNEE LIKE A SPRINGBOARD, POPPING UP RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIS APPROACH AND DRIVING AKARI’S BIG HEAD STRAIGHT INTO THE BRICK WALL THAT WAS HIS KNEE!

Stew-O: NOW KAI THEN QUICKLY GRABS HIM AND DRAGS HIM ONTO THE APRON WITH HIM! WE’RE BACK AT IT AGAIN, BOTH MEN ARE ON THE APRON, JUST LIKE WHEN ROBERTO AND AKARI WERE BATTLING THERE EARLIER BUT THIS TIME, IT’S KAI AND AKARI!

Gavin Kirkland: KAI DOESN’T EVEN WANT TO GO FOR A BIG MOVE AS HE’S AIMING FOR A SMARTER, QUICKER WIN AND IMMEDIATELY TRIES TO THROW AKARI’S BODY OFF THE APRON AND SECURE THE VICTORY!

Stew-O: AKARI THROWS ONE OF HIS HANDS OUT, CLUTCHING THE MIDDLE ROPE TIGHTLY AND REFUSING TO LET GO, HE’S COME TOO CLOSE TO WINNING THIS TYPE OF MATCH ONCE BEFORE, AND HE’S NOT ABOUT TO LOSE IT AGAIN!

Gavin Kirkland: KAI NOTICES SOMETHING’S OFF AND THE WEIGHT IS SHIFTING AS IT’S GETTING HEAVIER! AND HE QUICKLY TRIES TO STOMP ON THE BACK OF AKARI’S HEAD TO FORCE HIM OFF THE APRON!

(STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! STOMP!)

Persephone: FUCK HIM UP! GO!

Kai Rabeaux: (Off-Mic) LEAVE MY RING AT ONCE! I AM THE GENERAL AND YOU ARE A PITIFUL PEASANT GROVELING IN DELUSION TRYING TO STAIN THE SANCTITY WITH YOUR DISGRACEFUL PRESENCE!

(STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! STOMP!)

Persephone: THIS MAN IS A DERANGED ONE!

Gavin Kirkland: KAI HEARTLESSLY CONTINUES TO STOMP ON THE BACK OF AKARI’S HEAD, TRYING TO CRUSH ANY LAST OUNCE OF FIGHT LEFT IN HIM!

Stew-O: HE’S DOING EVERYTHING HE CAN TO MAKE AKARI STOP RESISTING, HE WANTS AKARI GONE FOR GOOD!

Gavin Kirkland: KAI SEES NO POINT IN CONTINUING THE STOMPS AND STEPS BACK! HE’S READY TO DELIVER THE FINAL BLOW INSTEAD!

Stew-O: RABEAUX WAITS FOR AKARI TO LIFT HIS EYES. AKARI CAN BARELY GET UP, BUT HE IS ALREADY STANDING IN FRONT OF HIM TO TAKE HIS HEAD OFF!… BLADE OF BABYLON!!!!!!!!!

Gavin Kirkland: HEADBUTT!!!!!!!!!!! AKARI RISES FROM THE GROUND AND DELIVERS A SUDDEN HEADBUTT THAT STUNNING KAI MID-CHARGE!!!!!!!

Persephone: IS HE AN IDIOT TOO!??!?? CTE IS HITTING HIM SO HARD THAT HE’S PRACTICALLY WEAPONIZING THE VERY SPOT HE GOT STOMPED ON AGAINST HIS OPPONENT!!!!!!!

Gavin Kirkland: AKARI NOW QUICKLY LIFTS HIM UP AND TRIES TO THROW HIM OFF THE APRON WITH ALL THE STRENGTH HE HAS LEFT!!!!!… POWERSLAM-

Stew-O: WAIT WAIT WAIT-

Persephone: HOW THE FUCK-

Gavin Kirkland: KAI RABEAUX!!!!!!! HE TURNS THINGS AROUND BY SLIPPING OUT OF THE POWERSLAM POSITION AT THE VERY LAST SECOND BY USING HIS FINAL BURST OF STRENGTH TO PUSH THROUGH THE HEADBUTT DAMAGE!!!!!

Stew-O: HE FLIPS AKARI OVER FROM THE POWERSLAM SETUP INTO HIS OWN VARIATION BUT HE’S LEAVING AKARI HANGING UPSIDE DOWN IN HIS GRASP!… OH MY GOD-

Gavin Kirkland: ## KINGSTONE PILEDRIVER ON THE APRONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Stew-O: AKARI’S HEAD HAS BEEN SPIKED STRAIGHT ONTO THE APRON AND HIS BODY IS FALLING OFF THE RING……

(…..)

Stew-O: HE DOES IT!

Bella Braxton: AKARI KIYOKO HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

(DING DING DING!)

Bella Braxton: HERE IS YOUR WINNER OF THE 24/7 BATTLE ROYALE!…. KAI RABEAUX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Stew-O: THE FORERUNNER!!!!!!!! ONE OF THE DYNASTY REPRESENTATIONS HAS DONE IT!!!!!!!!!! I WON!!!!!!!!!!!

Gavin Kirkland: WOW! What a performance from every competitor tonight but this moment belongs to Kai Rabeaux. I’m from Showdown, but even I have to congratulate you on this victory, man! Absolutely incredible! Kai has a bright future ahead of him and we’re bound to see him down the line as a future champion!

Persephone: Akari Kiyoko must die.

(‘Burn in My Light’ by Mercy Drive plays as Kai Rabeaux slowly sits up on the apron. The referee gets his head through the ropes and lifts Kai’s hand and raising it in victory with Kai showing a subtle smirk that looking out at the result that now belongs to him.)

Stew-O: This is the result of hard work and perseverance. Kai Rabeaux made it happen tonight! He has captured the 24/7 Contract, and the rise of The Forerunner has only just begun. Now, which champion will become his next target in the upcoming season?

Gavin Kirkland: Things are about to get very interesting for his career from here on out!

Persephone: And this is the result of Akari Kiyoko being a trash-tier pretender who can’t do any better than playing the sidekick role to Damien Kutcher, being a glorified tag team merchant with everyone begging him to just make the tag and get it over with, and been UTTERLY FUCKING USELESS for the rest of his career. If you ask me, I don’t just want him eliminated from this match but I want him GONE from the very atmosphere of EAW.

Gavin Kirkland: Hey, that’s just disrespectful, man! Look, Akari may have fallen short tonight, but he’s trying his hardest just like the last time when he was outlasted by Brianna Hill but one day, he’s going to win this, or maybe even capture a championship! Akari still has a bright future ahead of him and he just needs to keep pushing forward!

Stew-O: Huge win for Kai Rabeaux here tonight, congratulations to him on earning his first victory at Pain for Pride and securing his first major accomplishment in EAW!

(Kai Rabeaux rolls into the ring and continues celebrating his massive win in this Battle Royal as he’s visibly proud of what he’s become. Final shot focuses on his sinister smirk to reflect his momentum that is skyrocketing as Pain for Pride fades into a commercial break.)

(A commercial break is shown for RAIDOU Remastered: The Mystery of the Soulless Army featuring Drake Armstrong telling Raiho to stfu and give his people the damn game. Available now on both Nintendo Switch versions, PlayStation, Xbox, and Steam!)

(The next match graphic appears on the screen.)

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Bella Braxton: Ladies and gentlemen… The following contest is scheduled for—

Crowd: ONE FALL!

Bella Braxton: AND IT IS A NO DISQUALIFICATION MATCH!

(The lights dim briefly before glowing an eerie purple sheen. After a moment of a humming tone, the lights burn a bright, glaring purple as “My Own Summer” by the Deftones blasts through the arena.)

(Black smoke rises from the stage before Selina Reyes walks through the smoke and out onto the shining stage. She wears her usual gear except it is all white with accents of purple trim around the outfit, in honor of the occasion.)

(Selina waits for one moment and then poses at the top of the stage, triggering a set of fireworks to shoot upward and explode and a deep magenta display. She holds her pose for a few seconds before making her way down the long ramp towards the ring.)

Rich Russillo: Selina Reyes is one of the most promising and terrifying women this roster had to offer, and that is saying something in a company that features women like British Invasion, Minerva, Milli Banks, Bea Valentine, and others! And tonight I think we will see a new level of the brutality she has to offer!

Persephone: She’s a bitch who dresses up all evil but I bet she doesn’t actually know a damn thing about actual evil. Hell, I bet you she even returns her shopping carts after going to the grocery store!

Rich Russillo: You’re welcome to go say that to her face.

Persephone: I just got my nails done for this weekend, and I don’t want to waste a good manicure on her.

(Selina climbs up and into the ring, posing for the camera one more time before stepping into the corner. Her music fades and the lights fade out in the stadium.)

(A spotlight shines on top of the stage. A violin begins to play a sad and tragic song. It begins to shine a spotlight on two little girls. One little girl is dressed in a black sheer contemporary sleeveless dress with white rhinestones scattered all around. The other little girl is dressed in a pink sheer contemporary sleeveless dress with white rhinestones. The two little girls begin to do a contemporary dance full of leaps, turns and amazing ground work that demonstrates the flow and fluidity of a contemporary dance. The two little girls are dancing together as one.)

(Then, the music begins to pick up. The violin’s sad and tragic song begins to intensify as the little girl in the black sheer contemporary dress pulls on the arm of the other little girl in the pink sheer contemporary dress and turns her around before the two little girls begin to dance like they’re in a battle for dominance. The violin begins to play some battle music. It seems like the little girl in the black sheer contemporary dress is getting the upper hand before the little girl in the pink sheer contemporary dress manages to outsmart black sheer dress girl by mimicking slitting her throat, causing her to drop down like she’s dead. The last vision is of the pink sheer dress girl standing tall, raising her hand triumphantly in the middle of the spotlight before it completely goes black.)

(🎵Everyone supports women until a woman’s doing better than you🎶)

(The dark feminine echo is heard. The camera pans to singer-songwriter and producer, Sofia Isella in the middle of the stage. A microphone in front of her. Her long hair looks messy, giving a grunge kind of look. The lights begin to flash all around.)

(🎵Everybody wants you to love yourself until you actually do

It was something about her hair, so perfectly fallen

She was nice, and smart, and funny, and got everything she wanted

And she does charity, isn’t that the most obnoxious thing you’ve heard?

Her popularity, she’s too pretty for her own good

She’s probably self-centered, we hate her and she’s nothing

If everybody leaves her, then she had it coming 🎶)

(The lights go off as the eccentric instrumental begins to play before the lights go back on. An eerie, possessed-like voice says loudly in the background:)

(🎵***Is there anything you’d like to put on the record

You know, while everyone is listening?*** 🎶)

(Sofia Isella continues to sing in the background. The camera focuses on a woman in the middle of the stage. She is holding a black bouquet of roses in her hands. A black veil is shown covering the face of a woman, who is seen wearing black ring gear. The ring gear consists of a black leather bodysuit that’s cut in a v shape beneath her chest. You can see a black bra with rhinestones scattered all around. She matches with black knee high ring boots The outfit is topped up with a cute cropped leather jacket. She stands there for a moment before she takes the veil and throws her to the back of her head.)

(🎵As soon as she hits it, I’m kicking her out

She’s had enough of the love, and I’m bringing her down

Everyone together on the count of three

One, two, you’re mundane, we agree🎶)

(It is revealed to be Candice Blair who surveys the crowd around her. Then, it pans to the back of her jacket which has the words written all in white: “al mal tiempo, buena cara (in bad times, put on a good face).” She takes a deep breath before she begins to make her way down the ramp.)

Rich Russillo: And here comes Candice Blair! She returned not long ago and made her intentions well known in regards to Selina Reyes! She wants to make sure she gets her payback in full here tonight!

(🎵Your ambition is swallowable if you tell the story right

Say that you hate yourself and self criticize

But if we smell desperation on your neck and face

We’ll drag you across your own public stage🎶)

(Candice Blair reaches the bottom of the ramp after some time. The camera begins to reveal a metal trash can. Candice pulls something from her jacket and it’s a necklace with one half of a heart with jagged edges, where the other piece of a heart is supposed to fit together. She gives it a moment or two to show it around Spotify Camp Nou. Then, she drops the necklace in the trash can. Then, she grabs something else from the pockets of her jacket.)

Persephone: Who the fuck have this bitch this kind of budget?

(A pink lighter and then, a match. She lights the match on fire, letting it settle for a second before throwing the match inside the trash can. The whole thing begins to engulf into flames. Candice begins to make her way into the ring. The camera pans to inside the trash can and it reveals the friendship necklace and beneath it, a broken frame that holds a picture of Candice Blair and Selina Reyes during an EAW photoshoot. Sofia Isella continues to sing.)

(🎵We burn her name in the back

Anything with her name attached

Her newspaper’s in the trash

I just keep thinking man🎶)

(🎵What a waste

What a shame

I was starting to like her, but now she got great

We’d never hate her to her face

But I hope she knows

She knows, she knows, she knows🎶)

(Candice takes one final bow before taking her place in her corner as the music fades, she and Selina staring daggers through each other.)

Bella Braxton: And now, our competitors! Introducing first… residing in San Antonio, Texas… weighing in at 117 pounds… SHE IS THE ORYX QUEEN… SEEELLLLIIINNNAAAA RRRREEEEYYYEEESSSS!!!!

(Selina stands there, ice cold as she glares a hole directly through Candice.)

Bella Braxton: And her opponent… residing in Malibu, California… weighing in at 130 pounds… SHE IS THE PRINCESS OF ELITE ANSWERS WRESTLING… CANNNNNNDDDDDIIIICCCCEEEE BBBBLLLLAAAIIIIRRRRRRR!!!

(Candice gives an elegant twirl, but follows it up with an aggressive pose, staring right back at Selina.)

(The referee checks with both women before calling for the bell.)

(DING! DING! DING!)

Rich Russillo: Candice Blair doesn’t hesitate! The second that bell rings, she lunges across the ring, and Selina Reyes sidesteps her and goes right for a double-leg takedown attempt!

Persephone: Great. Two seconds in and already trying to tackle each other. I guess we’re skipping the part where they pretend this is a sporting contest. Maybe that will get us out of here faster.

Rich Russillo: Candice defends the takedown— look at that sprawl! She’s dropped her weight low and now wraps behind— SNAP GERMAN SUPLEX! Selina rolls through but lands hard on her ribs!

Persephone: There goes that spine. Hope she brought extras.

Rich Russillo: Candice is fired up! She’s stalking forward, shouting at Selina who just brushes the hair out of her face. Still not saying a word.

Persephone: Emotionally bruised bitches putting their personal problems on display. How fun. UGH.

Rich Russillo: Circle again — this time Selina feints low— AND SLAPS CANDICE RIGHT ACROSS THE FACE!

Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Rich Russillo: Candice charges — misses a hook — Selina grabs the arm, yanks it down, LEG SWEEP—CANDICE HITS HARD! Selina on her instantly, dropping elbows into her neck like she’s trying to break bone from tendon!

Persephone: Well this escalated fast. I was expecting at least a failed wristlock before we went into attempted decapitation! Blair looking to take control of things with dominance on the ground!

Rich Russillo: Candice rolls! Traps the arm — she’s got a armbar! She’s going for it early— but Selina rolls through herself! She stacks her weight and stomps on Candice’s face! Forcing the break!

Persephone: Fake princess will need extra glitter to hide the bruises this time around.

Rich Russillo: Candice wipes blood from her lip, stalking again. She goes low — shoot kick! Another! Selina’s thigh getting lit up — AND A SPINNING BACKFIST BY CANDICE! Follows through — AND A MASSIVE KNEE STRIKE TO THE HEAD! SHE HITS IT! EARLY COVER!

Referee: ONNNEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Rich Russillo: Selina kicks out and survives the first big bomb of the match! And she’s still got that cold, unreadable look on her face — but she’s favoring that neck as she tries to get to her feet!

Persephone: But no time to get any stance as Candice grabs her and Irish whips Selina into the ropes— NO! OVER THE ROPES! SELINA CRASHES HARD OUTSIDE! AND CANDICE SLINGSHOTS HERSELF WITH A SENTON RIGHT ON TOP OF HER!

Rich Russillo: Candice is quick to her feet now, grabbing the Oryx Queen by the head. She’s dragging Selina to her feet — OH! Selina with a knee into the gut! And another! She takes Candice by the head and just smashes her into the barricade!

Persephone: Selina clearly hurting but landed a strike probably from desperation there! Now doing what she can to take control, trying to to walk off the pain!

Rich Russillo: Candice is stunned but Reyes looking to make the most of this! She takes Candice by shoulder now— AND RUNS HER SHOULDER FIRST INTO THE SIDE OF THE RING! CANDICE DROPS TO THE FLOOR! Look! Now Selina is going under the ring searching for something! STEEL CHAIR! Selina’s got a steel chair!

Persephone: Yes! Beat the Disney out of her!

Rich Russillo: Candice is getting up — AND GETS CRACKED ACROSS THE BACK! AND SELINA WITH ANOTHER SHOT! AND ANOTHER! THIS ONE IS ESCALATING QUICKLY!

Persephone: At least this part is entertaining!

Rich Russillo: The chair’s dented! Selina tosses it aside and drags Candice out — OH! Candice grabs Selina by the tights and throws her shoulder-first into the steel post!

Persephone: Candice pulls herself up — stumbles — and pulls out a kendo stick from under the ring!

Rich Russillo: AND SHE IS NOT AFRAID TO USE IT! SHE SWINGS IT AND CONNECTS CLEAN INTO SELINA’S THIGH! YOU CAN ALREADY SEE A WELT FORMING! WHACK! to the ribs! WHACK! to the arm! Selina tries to crawl away — Candice twirls the stick and comes down across the back of the neck with a THUNDEROUS shot!

Persephone: That one cracked. I heard it. That stick’s not gonna last much longer.

Rich Russillo: She rears back for another — BUT SELINA GRABS THE KENDO STICK! Selina rips it from Candice’s hands and DRIVES the end of it into her throat! Candice drops — gasping!

Persephone: Oh this is getting delightfully cruel.

Rich Russillo: Selina swings the stick — and SHATTERS it across Candice’s shoulder! Half of it flies off and lands by the steel steps! AND SELINA FOLLOWS WITH A PUMP KICK TO THE FACE! Candice is down! Selina’s standing over her, breathing heavy — not saying a word — and this match is just getting started!

Persephone: That kendo stick exploded on contact — Selina split it in two across Candice’s shoulder blade like she was trying to crack her in half! And look — she’s not even moving. Candice Blair is flat on her back on the ringside floor, and Selina Reyes is just watching her. .

Rich Russillo: Selina drags Candice back to her feet — but Candice surges up with a burst of adrenaline! She swings her elbow around — Selina ducks — Candice grabs her by the back of the head and RUNS HER FACE-FIRST INTO THE RING POST!

Persephone: And that’s how you rattle a skull. Or rearrange a face.

Rich Russillo: Selina drops to her knees, clutching her face — and Candice scrambles! She’s crawling, digging under the ring again — and this time, she pulls out a TRASH CAN LID!

Rich Russillo: Candice waits — Selina slowly rises — AND CANDICE DRILLS HER RIGHT IN THE FACE WITH THE LID!

Rich Russillo: The echo of that shot just bounced off the Camp Nou walls! And now Candice raises it high — AND SLAMS IT AGAIN!

Persephone: Twice might not be enough. Try five more.

Rich Russillo: Selina stumbles backward and falls to the floor — the trash can lid just rolls away. Candice is sucking wind, blood dripping from her mouth, but she’s not stopping. She sees that broken piece of kendo stick still lying by the steps.

Rich Russillo: …Oh no.

Rich Russillo: Candice grabs the jagged half of the kendo stick — and she’s got this look in her eyes, Rich — oh my god — SHE STABS IT INTO SELINA’S BACK!!

Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Rich Russillo: RIGHT INTO THE MUSCLE BELOW THE SHOULDER BLADE! SELINA SCREAMS OUT FOR THE FIRST TIME IN THIS MATCH!

Persephone: Hey, this whole thing started because of backstabbing, right? Seems pretty fitting!

Rich Russillo: Candice rips the stick out like she’s pulling a pin from a grenade and throws it down, arms shaking, mouth open. You can see the blood soaking through Selina’s gear. That was personal.

Persephone: Yeah something tells me you don’t outright stab someone unless it’s personal, dumbass.

Rich Russillo: Candice drops to a knee and she begins to beat Selina right on that stab wound! Trying to maximize the damage but also exact as much pain as possible! The stoic Reyes is screaming in agonizing pain now! These two aren’t going to leave unless one of them is in a body bag!

Persephone: She continues the attack and now looks to grab Selina around the midsection! CANDICE LIFTING SELINA OFF THE GROUND AND SLAMMING HER DOWN! SELINA IN SEVERE SUFFERING NOW!

Rich Russillo: Candice still wants more! She reaches down and grabs Selina around the waist— BUT SELINA PUSHES HER OFF THIS TIME! SELINA WITH BACK ELBOWS THAT FORCE CANDICE TO FINALLY LET GO! THE BLOOD DRIPPING DOWN SELINA’S BACK AS SHE FIGHTS! ONE MORE ELBOW CATCHES CANDICE IN THE JAW AND THE PRINCESS IS STUNNED! Selina has a breath here! She reaches under the ring— OH NO! NOW SHE HAS A CHAIN!!

Persephone: This just keeps getting more charming by the second.

Rich Russillo: Selina threads the chain through her fingers to keep a tight grip, then grabs Candice from behind — WRAPS IT AROUND HER THROAT — AND PULLS BACK INTO A REAR CHOKE!

Persephone: Nothing wrong with enjoying some light strangling for fun.

Rich Russillo: She’s got it locked under the chin — Candice is flailing — she’s trying to wedge her fingers between the chain and her neck — but Selina just cinches tighter! The referee’s got nothing he can do here — this is all legal — this is No Disqualification, and Candice is being choked half to death in front of the world!

Persephone: No fairy dust’s gonna get her out of this one.

Rich Russillo: Candice throws herself backwards — SLAMS Selina into the barricade — but it doesn’t work! She tries again! And again! But this could be it!

Persephone: What do you mean it could be? She’s purple!

(The referee comes to check on Candice, watching her vitals and seeing if she is losing consciousness.)

Rich Russillo: Technically the fall has to happen inside the ring, but still if she passes out, there isn’t much that can be done!

Persephone: CALL IT SO I CAN GO HOME!

Rich Russillo: BUT LOOK! CANDICE GATHERS ONE MORE GASP OF BREATH AND FORCES SELINA BACK AGAINST THE BARRICADE AGAIN! AND FINALLY THE HOLD BREAKS! SELINA RELEASES THE CHAIN! LOOKS LIKE CANDICE DROVE HER BACK AGAINST THAT WOUND FROM THE STABBING A BIT AGO!

Persephone: We’ve been here like five minutes at most. What the fuck are these two on?

Rich Russillo: Both women down now. Chain still lying across the floor like a snake between them. Blood on the padding. Splinters. Dented metal. This match has already gone to a darker place than I think anyone expected!

Persephone: I thought this was supposed to be wrestling. Not bloodletting. But I guess when the glass slipper breaks, this is what you get.

Rich Russillo: Candice finally pushes up to her knees — face red, chest heaving — she pulls herself up using the ring skirt and rolls herself inside, still catching her breath.

Persephone: Selina is trying to follow her as well, dragging herself up using the barricade and stumbling towards the ring! She rolls herself in, clutching her back where she was stabbed earlier. She’s leaking and limping, and somehow she’s still trying to fight.

Rich Russillo: Selina’s in. Candice charges! AND MISSES! She went for a forearm! But Selina ducks under, she grabs the waist — DEADLIFT BACK SUPLEX! And she spikes Candice right on her shoulders!

Persephone: Dropped her like luggage.

Rich Russillo: Selina doesn’t pin. She straddles Candice and just starts throwing hands. Lefts and rights — short elbows now — she’s hammering her like she’s trying to shut her down entirely!

Persephone: I’d say she’s trying to cave her face in, but we’re way past subtle.

Rich Russillo: The ref warns them to bring it back toward a cover — not that it matters — and now Selina grabs Candice by the wrist, pulls her up and yanks her right into a short-arm lariat!

Persephone: Candice bounces off the mat, twisting on impact — but she rolls away, somehow clutching the ropes and using them to rise. Selina comes again — boot to the gut! NO! CANDICE CATCHES IT!

Rich Russillo: DRAGON SCREW TAKEDOWN FROM CANDICE! AND NOW SHE’S UP! The crowd’s coming alive again! Candice hits the ropes — BASEMENT DROPKICK TO THE SIDE OF THE HEAD!

Persephone: She’s going full throttle again. Probably not smart. But whatever.

Rich Russillo: Selina’s dazed — crawling toward the ropes — AND CANDICE GRABS HER — STARLIGHT!!! THE TORNADO DDT CONNECTS!

Persephone: She snapped that neck! Selina’s body just crumpled like a busted toy!

Rich Russillo: COVER!!!

Referee: ONNNNNEEEEEE!

Referee: TWOOOOOOOOO!

Rich Russillo: SELINA REYES KICKS OUT!! Candice looks agitated but she knows she can’t let her rest! Candice is quick to move over and take hold of Selina again! She keeps her grip on Selina as she tries to apply some kind of submission hold to try and grind Selina down! The whole time just yelling at Selina, though this crowd is far too loud for us to hear any of it!

Persephone: Save your breath, sweetheart. She’s not here to talk.

Rich Russillo: Selina twists out, elbows free — SHOVES CANDICE INTO THE ROPES — BACK ELBOW ON THE RETURN!

Persephone: Reyes trying to get control of this one and Blair is once again reeling on her heels! Candice recovers quick though! She turns around and charges back at Reyes— BUT SELINA DROPS THE SHOULDER AND VAULTS CANDICE OVER TO THE APRON!

Rich Russillo: BUT CANDICE LANDS ON HER FEET ON THE APRON! CANDICE ABOUT TO MAKE SOMETHING BIG HERE! SPRINGBOARD—

Persephone: PELE KICK FROM SELINA! SHE CATCHES CANDICE IN THE JAW RIGHT BEFORE SHE JUMPS TO SPRINGBOARD! CANDICE DROPS TO THE APRON!

Rich Russillo: Candice now rolls herself back under the bottom rope but not much more than that! Selina is laid out on the mat too — she just used everything she had to pull that comeback off! She’s not even crawling yet. Both of them are just barely twitching!

Persephone: One’s got a hole in her back. The other might not have a neck. I’d be surprised if they could crawl.

Rich Russillo: Selina finally rolls under the bottom rope and off the apron and drops to the floor, she creates some space between her and Candice but she seems to have something else on her mind. She’s… dragging herself back under the ring! She’s pulling something else out —

Persephone: Oh, here we go.

Rich Russillo: It’s… it’s BARBED WIRE!!!!

Crowd: OOOOHHHHHHHHH!

Rich Russillo: A whole coil of it! Raw, jagged, dangerous. Selina’s unraveling it, slowly… AND NOW SHE IS WRAPPING IT AROUND HER FIST!!

Persephone: Candice is on her stomach inside the ring, trying to pull herself to the corner — she doesn’t see it yet — Selina rolls in behind her.

Rich Russillo: Candice makes it to one knee — she turns — AND GETS PUNCHED IN THE FACE WITH A BARBED-WIRE-WRAPPED FIST!!!

Persephone: THERE IT IS!!!

Rich Russillo: HER HEAD SNAPS BACK — SHE DROPS TO THE MAT HOLDING HER MOUTH!! BLOOD POURING FROM HER LIPS!!

Rich Russillo: SELINA’S NOT DONE — SHE PEELS THE BARBED WIRE OFF HER OWN HAND — AND STUFFS IT INTO CANDICE’S MOUTH!!!

Persephone: THAT’S SICK!!! I LOVE IT!

Rich Russillo: AND NOW SELINA PULLS HERSELF BACK AS CANDICE PANICS AND TRIES TO GET THE BARBED WIRE OUT OF HER MOUTH BUT ITS CATCHING ON THE FLESH INSIDE! SELINA HAS IT LINED UP! ALAMO KNEE!!!

Persephone: SHE HITS IT! THE BUSAIKU KNEE CONNECTS AND CANDICE IS BLASTED! SELINA DROPS DOWN OVER HER AND HOOKS THE LEG!

Referee: ONNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

Referee: TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Referee: THREEEEEEEEEEEEEE—

Rich Russillo: BUT CANDICE KICKS OUT! Zenith barely a fraction of a second left! Candice survives! That was the biggest shot so far in this match and Candice is still alive! Selina collapses beside her, still gasping, still shaking. Her knuckles torn open from the wire. Candice is writhing, coughing, bleeding —

Persephone: And still moving. Somehow.

Rich Russillo: Candice rolls over and tries to crawl away! She spits and pulls— oh god look at her mouth! It’s a bloody mess after the barbed wire! She finally dislodges it but blood is dripping from Candice’s lips as she gets to her knees!

Persephone: And Reyes looks a mixture of both pleased with her handiwork and pissed that Candice kicked out! Selina now forcing her way to her feet! And Blair trying to meet her there! They charge at one another— BOTH WOMEN THROW HANDS AGAIN!! PUNCHES FLYING LIKE A HOCKEY FIGHT!

Rich Russillo: Shots are flying! Both women trading lefts and rights and neither doing much to defend themselves! Both just looking to cause damage! Candice! Selina! Candice! Selina! Candice! Selina! Selina! Selina! Selina finally knocks Candice Blair down!

Persephone: But Blair doesn’t stay in one place long! Candice rolls to the apron, and she drops down to the outside! She’s hurt but doing what she can to keep moving! Reyes rolls out and isn’t far behind! Candice dragging herself toward the steel steps. She pulls the top half free —

Rich Russillo: She turns — AND THROWS IT STRAIGHT INTO SELINA’S FACE!!!

Persephone: Selina collapses — holding her face — and Candice climbs the apron with what little strength she has left!

Rich Russillo: She’s measuring Selina — CANDICE LEAPS FROM THE APRON TO THE OUTSIDE! LOOKING TO HIT THE CASTLES CRUMBLING FROM THIS POSITION!

Persephone: MISSED!!

Rich Russillo: SELINA ROLLS UNDER IT! CANDICE CRASHES HARD AND REYES GRABS HER QUICKLY OFF THE GROUND! MEASURING FOR THE PUNJABI FLY!

Persephone: COUNTER! CANDICE SPINS OUT! AND RETURNS WITH A SPINNING WHEEL! THE SPINNING WHEEL KICK CONNECTS WITH THE JAW OF REYES! SELINA IS DOWN ON THE RINGSIDE MAT AND CANDICE IS ON HER KNEES, HER MOUTH BLEEDING HORRIFICALLY FROM THE DAMAGE DONE BY THAT BARBED WIRE!

Rich Russillo: Selina Reyes isn’t moving! That Spinning Wheel blasted her clean across the jaw! She’s lying limp at ringside while Candice clutches the apron, trying to will herself upright again!

Persephone: Her mouth looks like it lost a fight with a blender and she’s still trying to stand. What is wrong with these women?

Rich Russillo: The fight. That’s what this is about. And Candice— she’s up! The Princess of EAW pulls herself up and turns—she grabs her opponent by the hair and starts dragging Selina’s limp body up onto the apron with her!

Persephone: Candice struggling—she’s pulling Selina through the ropes now—she’s got her half-hanging into the ring before finally pulling her through—and Candice hooks the head! IS SHE GOING FOR IT?! NO WAY. SHE’S TRYING FOR CASTLES CRUMBLING AGAIN! THE CANADIAN DESTROYER!

Rich Russillo: BUT SELINA REACHES BACK AND USES THE ROPES TO BLOCK IT! CANDICE TRIES TO PULL HER AWAY— BUT SELINA DROPS TO A KNEE— TOE HOLD—AND SENDS CANDICE FACE-FIRST INTO THE MIDDLE TURNBUCKLE!

Persephone: And that just shattered any plans she had. Her whole face ate that buckle and that’s AFTER the princess was starting to look like a horror movie monster!

Rich Russillo: Candice slumps down into a seated position in the corner, bloody and broken— and Selina Reyes crawls in after her like something out of a horror movie herself! And now—OH NO— SHE’S BACKING UP— FULL SPRINT— KNOCKOUT SMASH!!!

Persephone: RUNNING HIP ATTACK FLATTENS BLAIR IN THE CORNER!! Candice’s skull might still be spinning!

Rich Russillo: Selina’s body SLAMS into hers— then drops into a cover!

Referee: ONNNNNEEEEE!!!

Referee: TWOOOOOOOO!!!!

Rich Russillo: CANDICE KICKS OUT!! SHE’S STILL IN THIS!!

Persephone: I swear this match is being powered by trauma and spite. Because it sure isn’t human endurance anymore.

Rich Russillo: Selina Reyes rolls away, holding her lower back— still leaking blood from that stab wound— but her expression hasn’t changed. That cold, unreadable demeanor still there as she drags herself to her feet and pulls Candice up with her by the hair— hooks the arms—

Persephone: SHE’S SETTING UP FOR IT—ORYX AWAKENING!!! THE STYLES CLASH—

Rich Russillo: COUNTERED!!! CANDICE KICKS HER LEGS OUT AND ROLLS THROUGH! SELINA STUMBLES FORWARD—BANG! GOLD RUSH!!! SHE NAILS THE DISCUS CLOTHESLINE!!

Persephone: Selina flipped inside out from that one! The blonde Barbie with the cracked crown found her shot!

Rich Russillo: Candice wipes the blood from her lips and stares at Selina’s downed body like it’s prey. She drags her opponent over to the corner! Starts to hoist her up! SHE’S LOOKING FOR THE COAT OF ARMS!!! ICONOCLASM FROM THE TOP!

Persephone: Big gamble for someone whose face looks like it lost a fight with a cheese grater.

Rich Russillo: SHE’S UP! SHE HAS SELINA IN POSITION! AND SHE HITS IT!! COAT OF ARMS CONNECTS!!! TOP ROPE COAT OF ARMS LANDS CLEAN!!! COVER!!!

Referee: ONNNNEEEEEEEE!!!

Referee: TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Referee: THRRRREEEEEEEEEEE!!!

Rich Russillo: SELINA REYES KICKS OUT!! HER BODY TWITCHED OUT AT THE LAST SECOND!!

Persephone: ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! I SAW HER BRAIN LEAVE HER HEAD! HOW IS SHE ALIVE?!

Rich Russillo: Candice looks like she’s seen a ghost. Her mouth is wide open—blood still dripping—and she just falls back against the ropes, trying to breathe, trying to think.

Persephone: Not many thoughts. Just glitter, vengeance, and the searing pain of failure.

Rich Russillo: Candice shakes her head, frustration starting to set in. She rolls to the outside and fumbles under the apron! Whoa! And this time, she pulls out the full trash can! Not just the lid—THE WHOLE CAN!

Persephone: That thing is dented to hell. It’s practically vintage at this point.

Rich Russillo: Candice rolls it into the ring and slides in after it. Selina is just now stirring, pushing herself up! AND CANDICE LIFTS THE CAN—AND SMASHES IT DOWN ONTO SELINA’S EXPOSED AND BLOODY BACK!!

Persephone: That’s a damn aluminum crumple zone at this point! It just folded around her spine! Selina let out a scream of pain as the contact was made!

Rich Russillo: Candice with another shot! and another! Absolutely hammering Selina with the trash can until the thing is bent beyond recognition! She tosses it aside and yanks Selina up! She is hooking the head again—

Persephone: CASTLES CRUMBLING!! THIS TIME SHE HITS IT!!! CANDICE SPIKES SELINA HEAD-FIRST!!!

Rich Russillo: SHE ROLLS THROUGH INTO A COVER!!!

Referee: ONNNNNEEEEEEEE!!!

Referee: TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Referee: THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

Persephone: Over!

Rich Russillo: NO!!! SELINA KICKS OUT AGAIN!!! HOW IN GOD’S NAME IS SHE STILL GOING!?

Persephone: Candice just screamed into the mat. She thought that was it. Hell, I thought that was it. But this match is playing by different rules! AND IT IS CHEATING BECAUSE I WANT TO GO HOME!

Rich Russillo: Candice leans back, staring up at the lights. She’s holding her ribs, her mouth is a crimson mess, but she’s not done yet! She gets to her knees, then to her feet, and looks across the ring to the corner…

Persephone: Oh no.

Rich Russillo: The barbed wire. The bloody coil still lying where Selina left it earlier. Candice crawls to it… and she picks it up.

Persephone: That’s not a princess move. That’s some serial killer behavior.

Rich Russillo: Candice wraps it around her hand! She is taking her time, careful not to shred herself in the process. The barbed wire tight against her knuckles! And she rises— AND MARCHES TOWARD SELINA! READY TO RETURN THE FAVOR FOR WHAT SELINA DID TO HER MOUTH EARLIER! Selina is barely up! she’s on her knees— AND CANDICE SWINGS!!! BARBED WIRE FIST!!!

Persephone: SELINA DUCKED!! SHE POPPED UP AND HIT A LOW DROPKICK TO THE KNEE!!

Rich Russillo: CANDICE GOES DOWN TO ONE KNEE AND SELINA STUMBLES BACK!! REBOUND!! POISONRANA!!! SHE SPIKES CANDICE ON HER HEAD!!!

Persephone: The barbed wire unravels from Candice’s hand on the landing! And she’s not moving!

Rich Russillo: Selina drags herself over, nearly collapsing onto Candice as she hooks the leg—

Referee: ONNNNNNEEEEEEEE!!!

Referee: TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Referee: THREEEEEEEEEEE—!

Rich Russillo: KICKOUT!! CANDICE KICKS OUT AGAIN!! SHE JUST SURVIVED A POISONRANA ON HER NECK AFTER ALL THE DAMAGE TO HER BEAD SO FAR!!

Persephone: This is stupid. This is beyond stupid. They’re gonna both die and the match still won’t be over.

Rich Russillo: Selina lies there for a moment, gasping—then looks across the ring. Her eyes lock on something—SHE SEES THE CHAIN ON THE OUTSIDE!!

Persephone: Oh god. Not again.

Rich Russillo: She rolls over and slips out of the ring!! Grabbing the chain off the ringside floor and she wraps it around her knee and thigh as she rolls back into the ring!

Persephone: That’s not just for grip. That’s for something worse.

Rich Russillo: Selina waits! Candice barely pushes herself to her feet! STUMBLES FORWARD—

Persephone: ALAMO KNEE!!! WITH THE CHAIN-WRAPPED LEG!!!

Rich Russillo: RIGHT TO THE JAW!!! SELINA COLLAPSES INTO THE COVER!!

Referee: ONNNNNNEEEEEEEE!!!

Referee: TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Referee: THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

Persephone: Phew! Finally done!

Rich Russillo: NOOOO!!! NOOO!!! CANDICE BLAIR KICKS OUT AGAIN!!!

Persephone: WHAT?! WHAT IS HAPPENING?! THIS IS A NIGHTMARE!!

Rich Russillo: Selina’s expression finally shifts, showing a hint of frustration at Candice’s resilience! There isn’t much more she could’ve done there! She has put more damage into Candice than any of us anticipated but the Ava blood is running strong within her as she continues to power through against all odds!

Rich Russillo: This crowd is still in disbelief! Candice Blair just kicked out of the Alamo Knee—wrapped in that chain—and Selina Reyes is finally showing the cracks! She’s sitting in the corner, chain falling from her knee, panting hard and bleeding down the spine!

Persephone: That look in her eyes? That’s what happens when murder doesn’t work.

Rich Russillo: Selina drags herself to her feet. She’s staring at Candice like she’s some kind of cursed puzzle box that won’t stay shut. And now… she’s reaching back down for that dented trash can. Still warped from earlier, barely usable— but she’s dragging it into the center of the ring.

Persephone: I mean, sure, when in doubt—keep trying the same blunt force trauma. Maybe the sixth time’s the charm.

Rich Russillo: Selina sets the trash can upright. She walks back to Candice, grabs her by the hair, and hauls her upright! She hoists her up— oh no!! She’s setting up for it. She’s going for the Oryx Awakening… onto the can!? But Candice fights it! She kicks her legs! She drops back! MONKEY FLIP!!! AND SELINA’S SPINE LANDS ACROSS THE CAN!!! IT BUCKLES INWARD!!

Persephone: SHE’S FOLDED!! SELINA IS BENT IN HALF AND NOW BLEEDING EVEN MORE THAN BEFORE! THAT STAB WOUND HAS BEEN RIPPED EVEN FURTHER OPEN!

Rich Russillo: Selina convulses in pain! Candice collapses next to her! She is barely able to follow up! It’s fair to say that this match has taken everything from both women! Candice clutches her ribs as she crawls to the ropes for support.

Persephone: Reyes is twitching like someone just unplugged her from the Matrix. That flip destroyed her back. That trash can is crunched inward.

Rich Russillo: Candice is up, she’s moving slow, but she’s got purpose in her step now. She grabs the chain still coiled in the corner from earlier and wraps it around the palm of her hand and then makes her way back to Selina— SHE WRAPS THE CHAIN AROUND SELINA’S NECK!!

Persephone: Turnabout’s fair play.

Rich Russillo: CANDICE HAS THE CHAIN CINCHED! SHE’S GOT IT TIGHTENED AROUND REYES’ NECK! AND SHE’S STANDING OVER HER! SHE’S USING HER POSITIONING TO CHOKE HER UPWARD AND LEVERAGE MORE PRESSURE! SELINA’S ARMS ARE FLAILING!

Persephone: We’ve reached the princess strangulation arc, apparently.

Rich Russillo: But Selina— SELINA WITH A DESPERATE ATTEMPT FORCES HER WAY QUICKLY TO HER FEET, DRIVING HER SKULL UP INTO CANDICE’S MOUTH! Blood splatter flies as Candice reels back and releases the choke! Selina rolls through to get to Candice’s side! AND SHE WRAPS CANDICE UP— REYES LOCK!!! THE SICILIAN STRETCH IS IN!!! SHE’S TRANSITIONED INTO HER SUBMISSION MANEUVER!!!

Persephone: AND SHE’S GOT THAT DAMN THING SUNK IN DEEP!

Rich Russillo: CANDICE IS TRAPPED!! SHE’S GOT NOWHERE TO GO!! CENTER OF THE RING!! SELINA HAS THE ARM TRAPPED, THE NECK CRANKED—CANDICE IS SCREAMING!!!

Persephone: WE MIGHT SEE A SUBMISSION VICTORY!! THIS COULD BE IT!!

Rich Russillo: Candice is scrambling! Reaching and digging for anything she can but her arms are strapped in that hold! There is nowhere for her to go! She’s beginning to fade! This could be it!

Persephone: But wait! CANDICE IS SHIFTING HER BODY! SHE’S BRINGING HER KNEES UNDER HERSELF!!

Rich Russillo: CANDICE ROLLS THROUGH— TURNS IT INTO A PIN!!

Referee: ONNNNEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

Referee: TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Rich Russillo: SELINA RELEASES THE HOLD AND KICKS OUT!!! BUT CANDICE COMES ROARING BACK TO LIFE— SPINNING WHEEL!!! SPINNING WHEEL KICK RIGHT TO THE TEMPLE!!!

Persephone: THAT ONE HIT HER CLEAN!!!

Rich Russillo: Candice falls into the cover!!

Referee: ONNNNEEEEEEEEE!!!

Referee: TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Referee: THRRRRREEEEE—

Rich Russillo: KICKOUT!!! Selina STILL survives!!! Candice cannot believe it! She is beside herself! She felt like that had to do it after all the punishment they have put each other through!

Persephone: WHAT’S IT GONNA TAKE!? Lightning? A gun? How do we end this? I HAVE PLANS TONIGHT!!!

Rich Russillo: Well you aren’t the only one! These two have had a lot of plans for what they wanted to do to each other! Candice is back up and pulling Selina with her—dragging her to the ropes—OH! SLAPS HER!! SELINA JUST SLAPPED HER BACK!!

Persephone: Oh they’re gonna kill each other again.

Rich Russillo: Candice fires a forearm! Selina hits one back! Both women teetering! The damage is stacking! And now Candice breaks the stalemate— BOUNCES OFF THE ROPES WITH THE STARLIGHT DDT— NO! COUNTER! Selina tosses her off!

Persephone: WAIT! CANDICE REBOUNDS! AND HITS RAGS TO RICHES!!! THE WHEELBARROW FACEBUSTER!!

Rich Russillo: RIGHT INTO THE MAT!! CANDICE DRIVES HER FACE FIRST!!! AND SHE PICKS UP SELINA! AND SHE DOES IT AGAIN! TEO RAGS TO RICHES BACK TO BACK! CANDICE MAKES THE COVER!!!

Referee: ONNNNEEEEEEEEEE!!!

Referee: TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Referee: THRRRREEEEE—

Rich Russillo: SHE KICKS OUT AGAIN!!! Selina Reyes still lives!!

Persephone: THIS IS RIDICULOUS. THEY’RE MAKING UP THE LAWS OF SURVIVAL AS THEY GO.

Rich Russillo: Candice can’t believe it! She’s shaking her head—but then—SHE ROLLS TO THE OUTSIDE! SEEMS WE ARE GOING BACK TO THE HARDWARE STORE! Candice lifts the ring apron—AND PULLS OUT A TABLE!!!

Rich Russillo: Candice drags the table out and slides it into the ring! The crowd here at Spotify Camp Nou is rising because they know what’s coming! She follows it in, sets it up! Candice has that table in place and is ready to make her move—

Persephone: BUT A BOOT TO THE FACE FROM REYES SENDS CANDICE BLAIR INTO THE CORNER HARD!

Rich Russillo: Selina looks at Candice in the corner, but then is looking at the table in the ring! She looks back and forth and has a vicious grin on her face! Selina has something in mind and I don’t like the expression she just gave!

Persephone: Selina slides out of the ring and runs over to that trash can near the ramp that Candice used in her entrance! She reaches around! She grabs… something? It looks like a water spray bottle or something?

Rich Russillo: Well whatever it is she just rolled back into the ring with it! Selina walks up to the table and sprays a ton of that water onto it! She then— SHE HAS THAT LIGHTER! THE PINK LIGHTER THAT CANDICE USED TO LIGHT THE MATCH DURING HER ENTRANCE!

(Selina triggers the lighter and then smiles as she taps it to the table.)

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Rich Russillo: FLAMES ERUPT!!! THE TABLE IS ON FIRE!!! IT WASN’T WATER! IT WAS SOME KIND IF ACCELERANT!

Persephone: SELINA IS LOCKED IN NOW! SHE GRABS CANDICE BY THE HEAD AND LIFTS HER UP TO THE TOP ROPE! CANDICE IS IN A BAD WAY HERE! SELINA CLIMBS UP TO MEET HER THERE!

Rich Russillo: BOTH WOMEN PERCHED ON THE TOP TURNBUCKLE OVER THE INFERNO BENEATH THEM! SELINA PULLS CANDICE IN AND BEGINS TO LIFT! SELINA REYES IS GOING TO HIT THE ORYX AWAKENING! THE STYLES CLASH FROM THE TOP ROPE DOWN THROUGH THE FLAMING TABLE!! THIS IS TOO MUCH!!!

Persephone: NO FUCKING WAY!! WE GET TO SEE AN ACTUAL DEATH HERE! I LOVE IT!!

Rich Russillo: WAIT! CANDICE IS FIGHTING BACK! FLAILING AND SWINGING! ELBOWS AND KNEES ANYWHERE SHE CAN! SHE BREAKS SELINA’S GRIP!

Persephone: CANDICE WITH PUNCHES TO THE HEAD OF SELINA REYES! SHE REACHES BACK AND CLAWS HER FINGERS INTO THE OPEN STAB WOUND THAT HAS HURT SELINA MOST OF THIS MATCH!

Rich Russillo: SELINA CRIES OUT IN PAIN! CANDICE PULLS HER IN! OH MY GAWD!

Persephone: NO WAY!

Rich Russillo: CASTLES CRUMBLING FROM THE TOP THROUGH THE FLAMING TABLE!!!

Rich Russillo: SHE HIT IT!!!

Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

Persephone: THEY’RE BOTH IN THE FIRE!!!

Rich Russillo: FLAMES EVERYWHERE!! CANDICE CRAWLS THROUGH THE BURNED WOOD AND COVERS SELINA!!

Referee: ONNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

Referee: TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Referee: THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

(DING! DING! DING!)

Rich Russillo: SHE DID IT! CANDICE DID IT!

Bella Braxton: HERE IS YOUR WINNER… CAAAANNNNNDDDDDIIIIICCEEEEEE BLAAAAAIIIIIRRRRRR!!!!

(“Rhapsody in Pink” by Stela Cole blasts through the arena as the fans erupt at what they’ve just seen. Medical and staff rush the ring with fire extinguishers and fire blankets to put out any remaining flames and pull Selina out of harm’s way. Candice rolls off, a fire blanket being wrapped around her gets dropped to the mat as she struggles to stand. The referee raises her hand and she lifts both arms up in celebration before dropping to a knee.)

Rich Russillo: This match was deeply personal and these two wanted very much to leave each other broken in there! But in the end, Candice Blair came out on top!

Persephone: I’m more surprised either of them are even alive.

(Candice is tended to by medical staff as Selina Reyes is carted out on a stretcher. Safety staff finish extinguishing the last flames as Candice is helped out of the ring.)

Rich Russillo: Fair enough. But no matter the result, these two went to war! They took out everything they could and more on each other and that was one hell of a match, literally!

(The final shots fade out as the scene transitions elsewhere.)

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(‘Genie in a Bottle’ by Christina Aguilera begins to play through the speakers as Grace De Luca comes out in a red and white version of her ring gear. She has on her trademark peaked hat with silver rhinestones and a ‘G’ in the middle of it. She has a chiffon red and white tulle overskirt with a cut out on the front. Each step she takes, a gold footprint trails behind her. She begins to make her way down the ramp.)

Persephone: Grace De Luca makes her way towards the ring. Now, she was someone who stepped up to the plate when Effy McAvoy was looking for a contender to face her for the New Breed Championship. She’s had quite an impressive run on Showdown. She’s collected some wins. Went toe-to-toe with Brianna Hill, who lost the Specialists Championship two nights ago. She is someone who has a ton of untapped potential. It wasn’t the easiest start, but things got going for her.

Rich Russillo: She claims to be the most consistent worker on the Showdown brand. She is someone that pours it out inside the squared circle each time she has a match. She could be someone that we see on Voltage next season. Maybe, with the New Breed Championship?

Persephone: She’s confident. I have to give her that. She doesn’t need to pin the champion. She could pin someone like Ashlynn Quinn to win tonight, but it’s just a matter of being at the right place and time. She claims to be all these great things, there’s no other place to prove it than tonight at Pain for Pride.

(‘Juno’ by Sabrina Carpenter begins to play through the speakers as Ashlynn Quinn comes out all dressed in white. She has silver and white rhinestones scattered around her top. She has a white chiffon veil on her head, looking like the bride rather than a bridesmaid tonight. White rose petals are falling down from the skin as Ashlynn oozes in confidence.)

Rich Russillo: Ashlynn Quinn is someone who Bea Valentine saw something in. Just like Veena Adams saw something in her once upon a time. Now, to have two people who have held a World Champion see something in you, it must mean that you have something that the rest of us haven’t seen yet.

Persephone: Honestly, all of these women suck. There’s nothing that could make this match any good.

Rich Russillo: Ashlynn Quinn has found herself in a couple of championship opportunities, but has fallen short of winning the title. Tonight, she is looking like the bride, but will she be the bride and not the bridesmaid? That’s the question that we’re looking to answer tonight.

(‘Psycho’ by That’s Outrageous begins to play as Ahren Fournier comes out from the back in a designer suit. Jennipurr is in his possession as he looks around the crowd, soaking in the Pain for Pride setting.)

Persephone: This guy really wanted to soak in the spotlight –-AHHHHHHH! YOU BITCH!

(The camera pans to Effy McAvoy who popped out of nowhere to scare Persephone. She is cackling loudly. The New Breed Championship is around her waist. Effy is seen wearing an Ahren Fournier inspired version of her ring gear. She has on the black mink fur coat and shades as she hopes over the barricade and begins to circle around the ring. She unhooks the New Breed Championship from her waist and raises it up, letting both Grace De Luca and Ashlynn Quinn look at the title. Ahren Fournier meets her at one of the corners as the two of them talk strategy with each other.)

Rich Russillo: Effy McAvoy giving you a Pain for Pride scare right there, Seph! She won the title back at King of Elite against a very game BRAE! All Effy wanted was to make sure that she carried the momentum that BRAE and Michael Machina had for the title into her reign. She’s done just that, in my opinion. She’s faced any challenger that stood in her way. Despite, if she thought she was above them or not and she retained. She plans for this match to be the same result.

Persephone: This bitch is crazy, but she has proven that if you piss off Ahren Fournier, she might slit your throat. This is one Elitist that you do not want to be locked in the same room as. If she makes it out of Pain for Pride with the title, she might be invincible. I don’t know how else to put it.

(Bella Braxton stands in the middle of the ring. Effy McAvoy, Ashlynn Quinn and Grace De Luca stand on different sides of the ring, waiting for their introductions.)

Bella Braxton: THE FOLLOW MATCH IS A TRIPLE THREAT MATCH AND IT’S FOR THE EAW NEW BREED CHAMPIONSHIP!!!!!

(The crowd cheers.)

Bella Braxton: INTRODUCING FIRST…THE CHALLENGER…FROM LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA…SHE IS ‘THE PARADIGIM OF PERFECTION’…GRACE DE LUCA!!!!!

(The camera pans on Showdown’s Grace De Luca who takes center to the ring and poses for the crowd. The woman who immediately got the attention of the higher ups. From her very first match on Dynasty to her run on the Showdown brand, Grace has more than waited for a moment like this. She has devoted her entire life to this business. She claims that she has faced so much adversity during her time in the company. Someone who lost a Unique Opportunity match to Auburn Ware. Someone who felt like she had been screwed out of matches. Still, she never backs down from a fight. She never stops because she sees the vision of her becoming the future of this company. And, that future could begin at Pain for Pride.)

Bella Braxton: AND…INTRODUCING HER OPPONENTS…NEXT…ALSO THE CHALLENGER…FROM LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA…SHE IS ‘MISS VOLTAGE’…ASHLYNN QUINN!!!!!

(The camera pans to Ashlynn Quinn who oozes in the spotlight. Miss Voltage. Someone who has been after her first championship for quite a while now. This season, she aligned herself with Bea Valentine. Someone who has always been about to rub her success in the face of everyone who has ever doubted her. Winning the New Breed Championship would be the way of doing that. She has found herself on the short end of these championship matches. Yet, her aspirations to become a champion have not completely disappeared. She more than believes that she is capable of getting the job done. Not just for herself, but for Bea.)

Bella Braxton: INTRODUCING LAST…BEING ACCOMPANIED TO THE RING BY EAW HALL OF FAMER AHREN FOURNIER…FROM WATCH HILL, RHODE ISLAND…SHE IS THE CURRENT REIGNING EAW NEW BREED CHAMPION… ‘THE OMEN’…EFFY MCAVOY!!!!

(The camera pans to Effy McAvoy who raises the New Breed Championship high above her head.Since King of Elite, Effy has reigned as New Breed Champion. No one really counted on her to be the one to dethrone BRAE and take the title off of him, but Effy proved the entire world wrong. With each title defense, we have seen Effy grow and become a strong champion. She is someone who wants nothing more than to make Ahren Fournier proud. Still, she wants to create a legacy of her own. She wants to prove that it’s not all Ahren for her success and that she’s an incredible wrestler herself. Someone who has busted her ass off to get to this stage in her career. Winning at Pain for Pride would be a way to solidify that.)

(Effy McAvoy hands the New Breed Championship to the referee of this match up. The referee raises the title high up, so that the crowd knows what the three women are fighting for. Then, she hands off the title to the timekeeper. She checks to see if all three women are ready. All three of them nod before the bell rings.)

(DING! DING! DING!)

(The three women stand there, looking at one another. Together, they make a triangle-like formation. All three of them are extremely cautious on who is going to make the first move of this match.)

Rich Russillo: AND…IT SEEMS LIKE ASHLYNN QUINN IS MAKING THE FIRST MOVE AS SHE THROWS A PUNCH AT THE DIRECTION OF GRACE DE LUCA!

Persephone: THIS MANAGES TO STAGGER GRACE DE LUCA BACK TO THE ROPES! ASHLYNN QUINN TURNS HER FOCUS ONTO EFFY MCAVOY, LOOKING TO THROW A PUNCH AT HER! BUT, EFFY MANAGES TO DUCK THE PUNCH AS SHE CONNECTS WITH A SLAP ACROSS ASHLYNN’S FACE! GRACE TRIES TO USE THAT MISTAKE FROM ASHLYNN TO TAKE ADVANTAGE AS SHE GOES RIGHT AFTER EFFY, BUT EFFY MANAGES TO CONNECT WITH A SLAP TO HER FACE! Ashlynn goes right after Effy and connects with a kick to the gut of Ashlynn! Then, Grace goes right after the champion, but Effy connects with a back kick that lands on Grace’s gut!

Rich Russillo: Grace De Luca goes right after Effy McAvoy! But, Effy connects with a superkick as that takes one of her challengers back! GRACE LANDS ON ONE KNEE AS EFFY FOLLOWS THAT UP WITH A SPIKED HURRICANRANA DRIVER THAT SLAMS GRACE FACE-FIRST AGAINST THE MAT! Effy begins to pick herself up to her feet, but Ashlynn Quinn goes right after the New Breed Champion and delivers a front dropkick to the face as that sends her back! Then, she gets Grace and rolls her to her back as she goes for the first pin fall attempt of the match!

OOOOOOONNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

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Persephone: Grace De Luca with a kick out! Ashlynn Quinn gets on top of Grace and begins to throw some left and right punches to the face! She grabs Grace by her hair! I’m not sure if Grace is going to be happy about that, but it’s more than fine! Ashlynn shoves Grace into the ropes and holds her there for a second! She licks the palm of her hand before delivering a loud and vicious palm strike to the chest! This causes Grace to wiggle in response as she slowly begins to fall to a seated position! But, Ashlynn manages to pick up Grace from underneath her chin as she holds her back and connects with another palm strike to the chest!

Rich Russillo: Then, Ashlynn Quinn manages to grab Grace De Luca by one of her arms and whips her to the horizontal set of ropes! Grace rebounds off of them! Ashlynn goes for a clothesline, but Grace slides underneath the legs of Ashlynn as she stands behind her fellow challenger! Grace grabs Ashlynn by her waist before lifting and taking her back with a German suplex with a bridge applied! What a gorgeous bridge there! Grace has Ashlynn there for the cover!

OOOOOOONNNNNNNEEEEEEEEE!!!!

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Persephone: Unfortunately, this match continues on! Grace De Luca picks up Ashlynn Quinn and begins to connect with a series of knee strikes to the chest of Ashlynn! Grace goes back to the ropes, rebounds off of them and connects with a boot kick as that sends Ashlynn to the ground! Out of nowhere, Effy McAvoy strikes Grace’s rebound rolling elbow as that knocks her to the ground! Effy follows that up with getting ontop of Grace and connecting with a series of punches around the face of the challenger! Then, she grabs Grace by her hair before connecting with a series of headbutts straight to the forehead of Grace!

Rich Russillo: Effy McAvoy is going ballistic as –

(A blood hurling scream from Grace De Luca is heard, piercing all 100,000 people in Spotify Camp Nou.)

Persephone: Is that freak BITING Grace De Luca in the nose? :wtf:

Rich Russillo: It seems like that is it, Seph! This is all legal, ladies and gentlemen! Grace De Luca scurries away from Effy McAvoy! But, Effy is in a crawling position! It looks like she may be going for Grace! Grace is screaming for the referee to get Effy away from her! She is checking her nose and there’s no blood, but when she looks in the mirror, she is going to see some teethmarks around her nose! Effy finds her way back to her feet! Grace ducks the upper part of her body out of the ring! She is screaming for the referee to step in the middle, but Effy manages to race towards Grace before the referee can do anything about it! She gets Grace by her leg before connecting with a dragon screw leg whip as that takes Grace to the side and back inside the ring!

Persephone: Effy McAvoy grabs that same leg of Grace De Luca’s before connecting an elbow drop on that leg! Grace wiggles like a fish in response as she clutches to that leg, but Effy is not done playing with that leg! She manages to get her hands on Grace’s leg once more before connecting with an elbow drop on that leg! Grace wiggles once more as she clutches to that leg! But, Effy manages to get her hands on that leg once more! Instead of going for that elbow drop once more, it seems like she is taking Grace to her stomach! But, Effy still has possession of that leg! I think that she’s looking to apply an ankle lock on Grace!

Rich Russillo: But, it is short lived as Ashlynn Quinn finds herself back into the fold! From the top rope, she connects with a diving shotgun dropkick that takes Effy McAvoy down! In the process, that gives Grace De Luca some time to recover at the corner! Ashlynn picks up Effy and connects with a swinging side slam before going for the cover!

OOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEE!!!!

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Persephone: The New Breed Champion with a kick out! Ashlynn Quinn gets Effy McAvoy and begins to apply the lotus lock on Effy! Now, rope breaks aren’t going to make a difference at all in this match! This is a no disqualification and no countouts match! The only way to win this match will be via pinfall or submission! The champion doesn’t even need to be pinned to lose the title! This is what makes this match so scary for someone like Effy! Ahren Fournier at the corner with Jennipurr as he’s trying to root for his meal ticket to get out of this situation! Effy slides herself back and pins Ashlynn’s shoulders to the mat! Is she going to escape with the victory here?!

OOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

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Rich Russillo: NO! ASHLYNN QUINN MANAGES TO PUSH EFFY MCAVOY OFF OF HER! ASHLYNN STILL HAS THAT LOTUS LOCK APPLIED AS EFFY FINDS HERSELF IN A BIT OF TROUBLE! THIS WOULD BE A GREAT TIME FOR HER TO DIG DEEP AND FIGURE OUT HOW SHE SHOULD FIND HERSELF OUT OF THIS SITUATION!

(Ahren Fournier is slamming his hands against the apron, trying to rally Effy McAvoy to get herself back in the game. Unintentionally, this encourages the EAW Universe to do the same thing. Effy begins to feed off Ahren’s energy and encouragement, knowing that he wants to see her get out of this situation is all the motivation that she needs to do that.)

Persephone: Effy McAvoy is trying to get herself up to her feet! She goes back once more in the process, but she’s not looking to pin her shoulders to the mat! Instead, she’s using that is kind of like something to hold onto as she gets herself to her feet! But, look at this, Rich! Effy has Ashlynn’s legs as Ashlynn is dangling upside down, back-to-back with the New Breed Champion! Ashlynn begins to scream as she demands for Effy to let her down gently! But –

Rich Russillo: EFFY MCAVOY BEGINS TO SPIN ASHLYNN QUINN AROUND LIKE A HELICOPTER! AROUND AND AROUND, ASHLYNN GOES! BUT, GRACE DE LUCA GETS HERSELF TO HER FEET AS SHE LOOKS TO PUT A STOP TO THIS! BUT, THE MOMENTUM OF EFFY SPINNING ASHLYNN AROUND MANAGES TO KNOCK GRACE BACK INTO THE CORNER! EFFY MANAGES TO THROW ASHLYNN ONTO GRACE AT THE CORNER! The two women get knocked to a seated position as they’re stacked against each other! Effy runs right after her challengers and connects with a meteora to Ashlynn and Grace! Then, she gets Ashlynn by her arm before taking her down with a ripcord slap across her face! Then, she goes right after Grace, picking her up and taking her back with a snap suplex!

Persephone: Effy McAvoy gets Grace De Luca in a seated position! Effy begins to connect with a chinlock on her challenger! Grace is trying to get herself out of the chinlock! Grace begins to get herself back up! She begins to elbow Effy in the gut, trying to get herself out of the chinlock! But, Effy wants to keep that locked in! Grace begins to elbow the champion in the gut again! But, Effy is not letting go! Grace goes for a third elbow in the gut as Effy instantly releases her grasp! But, as Grace looks to distance herself, Effy manages to grab Grace by her hair and connects with a hair pull mat slam!

Rich Russillo: Effy McAvoy is stepping on Grace De Luca’s hair! But, she turns her attention towards her neck as she –Effy with a neck screw on Grace! This turns Grace to the side as she begins to clutch to the back of her neck! Ashlynn Quinn goes right towards Effy and connects with some tijeras as she manages to take Effy down! Effy finds a way to her knees, but Ashlynn connects with a meteora from behind and that takes Effy down! Ashlynn begins to stomp the back of Effy’s head as she stares directly at Ahren Fournier!

(Ashlynn Quinn begins to talk her shit to Ahren Fournier. She points at Jennipurr as Ahren takes serious offense to that, covering Jennipurr’s ears, so that she doesn’t need to hear what Ashlynn even says. Ashlynn has her hands out, oozing of confidence, aura farming to the max as the crowd is completely torn on what to think about all of that.)

Crowd: ASHLYNN’S UGGO! NO, SHE’S NOT! ASHLYNN’S UGGO! NO! SHE’S NOT!

Persephone: The crowd divided on how to feel about Ashlynn Quinn! Ashlynn would love nothing more than to make Bea Valentine proud tonight! But, Effy McAvoy has held onto that championship since King of Elite when she took the title off of BRAE! That’s going to be a tough thing to do! Ashlynn manages to pick up Effy before lifting her up and taking her back with a back suplex! Then, she sees that Grace De Luca is finding her way up to her feet before grabbing her up the arm and dropping her quickly with a flatliner as she goes for the cover!

OOOOOONNNNNNNEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

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Rich Russillo: Grace De Luca with a kick out! Ashlynn Quinn gets Grace in a front headlock position! She places Grace on her stomach on the top horizontal rope! I’m not sure what Ashlynn is looking to do here, but it won’t be as pretty as her! Ashlynn gets to the nearest top turnbuckle as she’s facing Grace, who is trying to balance herself up! Ashlynn jumps from the top turnbuckle and connects with a knee strike on Grace’s skull as that takes her down!

Persephone: Grace De Luca goes down! Effy McAvoy runs right after Ashlynn Quinn and connects with a running knee as that knocks her challenger to her knee! Then, Effy manages to follow that with a neckbreaker on Ashlynn! Ashlynn is clutching the back of her neck as she rolls out of the ring! Grace tries to get herself up as Effy connects with a back kick to the gut of Grace! She connects with a neckbreaker as well as that takes her other challenger down! Just like Ashlynn, Grace rolls out of the ring as she holds the back of her neck as well! Effy has a wicked smirk on her face as she launches herself over the top rope and –

Rich Russillo: TOPE CON HILO BY EFFY MCAVOY! SHE MANAGES TO LAND RIGHT ON ASHLYNN QUINN AND GRACE DE LUCA!!!!!

Persephone: Ashlynn Quinn and Grace De Luca are down! Effy McAvoy is the only woman standing! Effy looks at Ahren Fournier who does a small golf clap, but tries not to show any emotion on his face! Effy is more than hyped up as she looks around! It seems like multiple ideas are racing in her mind! She goes over to the timekeeper’s area and takes a steel chair! She slams the steel chair shut as she raises it up! She looks over to Ahren who looks more than okay with Effy bringing weapons into the match!

Rich Russillo: EFFY MCAVOY SLAMS THE STEEL CHAIR TO THE SPINE OF ASHLYNN QUINN! AND THEN, SHE SLAMS THE STEEL CHAIR TO THE SPINE OF GRACE DE LUCA! AND THEN, BACK TO ASHLYNN! AND THEN, BACK TO GRACE! EFFY LOOKS LIKE A KID AT THE CANDY STORE AS SHE GOES BACK-AND-FORTH WITH GIVING STEEL CHAIR SHOTS TO THE SPINE OF HER CHALLENGERS!

Persephone: With both of her challengers face first on the floor, Effy McAvoy places the steel chair below their faces! Effy begins to distance herself back as she waits for both Ashlynn Quinn and Grace De Luca to find their way to their knees! IT TAKES A MOMENT OR TWO FOR THAT TO HAPPEN AS EFFY CHARGES RIGHT AFTER THEM AND CONNECTS WITH A DOUBLE DROPKICK! EACH FOOT TO THE BACK OF GRACE AND ASHLYNN’S SKULLS AS SHE SLAMS THEM FORWARD AND ONTOP OF THE STEEL CHAIR THAT WAS PLACED BENEATH THEM! BOTH CHALLENGERS GO DOWN!

Rich Russillo: Effy McAvoy is doing quite well in taking both of her challengers down! Effy gets Grace De Luca. Perhaps, sense that Grace may be the weaker opponent at this very moment! Effy manages to connect with an arm wringer as Grace manages to flip to the barricade right in front of her! Grace tries to pick herself up, BUT EFFY GOES RIGHT AFTER HER WITH A HIGH KNEE TO THE – NO! GRACE MANAGES TO GET HERSELF OUT OF THE WAY! EFFY’S LEG GETS STUCK ABOVE THE BARRICADE AS GRACE MANAGES TO CONNECT WITH A BACKSTABBER TO EFFY AS THAT TAKES HER DOWN!

Persephone: Grace De Luca gets Effy McAvoy up by her hair as she throws the champion straight into the steel steps! Grace gets Effy up by the back of her head before slamming her face over and over on those same steel steps! Grace is not forgiving Effy for biting her nose earlier in the match! NOW, IT SEEMS LIKE GRACE IS GOING TO BREAK EFFY’S NOISE! SHE LOOKS AROUND RINGSIDE BEFORE TURNING HER ATTENTION TOWARDS THE TIMEKEEPER’S AREA! WHAT IS GRACE GOING TO PULL OUT FROM THERE?!?

Rich Russillo: She has the small hammer that’s used to ring the bell! We have a couple with us, but that was the one we were currently using! She is looking right at Effy McAvoy, who is still laying on the steel steps! Grace raises the hammer up, looking to smash Effy’s noise as –

Persephone: EFFY MCAVOY MANAGES TO GET OUT OF THE WAY! THE HAMMER GOES SLAMMING INTO THE STEEL STEPS! EFFY MANAGES TO GRAB THE WAIST OF GRACE DE LUCA AS SHE TAKES HER BACK WITH A GERMAN SUPLEX! THE HAMMER GOES FLYING OUT OF THE HANDS OF THE CHALLENGER! THE BACK OF GRACE’S HEAD COLLIDES WITH THE BARRICADE! Effy goes and gets Grace in a front headlock as she lifts her up and places her on the edge of the apron! Grace’s feet are dangling on the edge of the apron as Effy straightens her out and gets her into position! EFFY CONNECTS WITH AN ELEVATED DDT AS GRACE’S HEAD IS SPIKED TO THE FLOOR! YIKES, I THINK THAT SHE MAY BE OUT!

Persephone: Effy McAvoy looks over to Ahren Fournier, who is telling her to get Grace De Luca back inside the ring! Effy does that! She rolls Grace back inside the ring! But, before Effy can slide back inside the ring, Ashlynn Quinn pulls her by one of her legs and that causes her to land back to ringside! Effy could have been moments away from retaining her title! Ashlynn delivers a forearm to Effy that causes her to stagger back! BUT, IT SEEMS LIKE EFFY IS RUSHING BACK TO ASHLYNN, PUTTING A STOP TO HER, BUT ASHLYNN CONNECTS WITH A PUMP KICK THAT TAKES EFFY DOWN! NOW, IT’S ASHLYNN WHO ROLLS HERSELF BACK INSIDE THE RING! SHE LOOKS TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THE DAMAGE THAT EFFY DID TO GRACE! ASHLYNN WITH THE COVER! SHE IS GOING TO STEAL THIS MATCH FROM EFFY!

OOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

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Rich Russillo: Grace De Luca with a kick out! Ashlynn Quinn is looking back at the referee, telling her to count faster! Ashlynn looks down at Grace as she looks towards the ropes! Ashlynn is looking to end this match and become the New Breed Champion! She runs and springboards herself off the ropes – ‘Bad & Boujee’ – the springboard assisted cutter to Grace! NO! GRACE MANAGES TO PUSH ASHLYNN AWAY FROM HER! ASHLYNN GOES RIGHT AFTER GRACE, BUT GRACE CONNECTS WITH A REVERSE STO AS THAT TAKES HER DOWN! GRACE WAITS FOR ASHLYNN TO FIND HERSELF BACK TO HER FEET BEFORE FOLLOWING THAT UP WITH A ‘GRACE-FUL CLOTHESLINE’ – THE DISCUS CLOTHESLINE AS THAT TAKES ASHLYNN BACK DOWN!

Persephone: Effy McAvoy slides back inside the ring, but Grace De Luca manages to take Effy back with a superkick! Then, she places Effy on her shoulders in a fireman’s carry position! She takes her down with a denotation kick! She calls that the ‘Window of Opportunity’ as that takes Effy down! BUT, GRACE TURNS HERSELF AROUND AS ASHLYNN QUINN MANAGES TO CATCH GRACE BY SURPRISE AND CONNECT WITH THE ‘PINK STAR DIAMOND’ – THE DOUBLE KNEE FACEBREAKER TO GRACE AS ASHLYNN GOES FOR THE COVER! IS THIS GOING TO BE IT HERE?!?!

OOOOOOONNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

TTTTTWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

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Rich Russillo: Effy McAvoy leaps to break up the pin! She grabs Ashlynn Quinn by that blonde hair of her’s! She delivers a knee to the gut of Ashlynn before going back to the ropes, rebounding off of them and connecting with a spinning neckbreaker on Ashlynn! ‘GOAT Trot’ connects to Ashlynn! Then, Effy turns her attention towards Grace De Luca as she grabs Grace by the arm and whips her to the corner! Effy runs to Grace at the corner with a clothesline! She gets on the second turnbuckle as she towers over Grace as she begins to throw punches to the top of Grace’s head!

Crowd: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN!

Persephone: IT SEEMS LIKE GRACE DE LUCA IS LOOKING TO LIFT OFF EFFY MCAVOY IN A POWERBOMB POSITION! BUT, EFFY IS CLUTCHING TO THE ROPES BEHIND GRACE! EFFY IS REFUSING TO LET GO HERE! GRACE WANTS TO DELIVER A POWERBOMB, BUT EFFY IS NOT LETTING THAT HAPPEN! BUT, LOOK AT ASHLYNN QUINN, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! I THINK THIS BITCH MIGHT DO SOMETHING COOL!

Rich Russillo: IT SEEMS LIKE YOU MIGHT BE RIGHT, SEPH! ASHLYNN QUINN MANAGES TO SPRINGBOARD HERSELF ONTO THE ROPES NEXT TO GRACE DE LUCA AND EFFY MCAVOY AS SHE CONNECTS WITH A REVERSERANA FROM THE TOP TURNBUCKLE TO EFFY! IN THE PROCESS, GRACE MANAGES TO LAND THAT POWERBOMB ON EFFY! THIS CAUSES EFFY TO TAKE EVEN MORE DAMAGE! ASHLYNN AND GRACE ARE LOOKING AT EACH OTHER! IT SEEMS LIKE WE’RE GOING TO BE SEEING THESE TWO TEAM UP WITH EACH OTHER FOR A PERIOD OF TIME!

Persephone: Oh, yippie! Just what we need! 🙄

Rich Russillo: Grace De Luca and Ashlynn Quinn stand on each side of Effy McAvoy, who is slowly getting to her knees! The two women manage to nail daul shotgun dropkicks to each side of Effy! This takes Effy down! Now, we see Grace get Effy and lift her onto one shoulder before hanging her upside down on the turnbuckle! Grace begins to back away before charging towards Effy and connecting with a sliding clothesline! Then, Ashlynn follows that up by a shotgun basement dropkick as that collides with Effy’s face! She is still upside down as Grace slides back into the ring with that small hammer that she introduced earlier in the match!

Persephone: Grace De Luca swings the small hammer to the ribs of the New Breed Champion! This causes Effy McAvoy to fall off, but she still finds herself hanging upside down! SHE CLUTCHES THE HAMMER INTO HER FIST BEFORE RUNNING TO EFFY AND CONNECTING WITH A SLIDING FOREARM AS THE FIST WITH THE HAMMER COLLIDES WITH EFFY’S FACE! YIKES! THAT LOOKED BRUTAL THERE!

Rich Russillo: Ashlynn Quinn manages to grab Effy McAvoy by the hair! She delivers her own set of trash talking before throwing her back into the corner! Now, Grace De Luca begins to deliver forearm after forearm to the skull of Effy! You can see the crimson mask beginning to form on Effy’s face! Ashlynn steps in front of Effy as she begins to apply a high angle corner foot choke on the champion! Now, the referee can’t really do anything about it! This is all legal going into the match!

Persephone: Ashlynn Quinn is demanding that Grace De Luca give her the small hammer as Grace gives it to her! Ashlynn situates the hammer in between the top and middle turnbuckle! Grace sees what Ashlynn has coming as she grabs Effy McAvoy! I think that they’re looking to throw Effy in between the turnbuckles, hoping that she collides with that small hammer! Grace looks to throw the champion there, but Effy drops down! Grace looks to lift up Effy, but Effy remains down on the ground! Now, it seems like Ashlynn is going to help Grace! With a bit of teamwork, it seems like the two women are looking to throw Effy to that turnbuckle!

Rich Russillo: NO! EFFY MCAVOY THROWS A PUNCH TO GRACE DE LUCA AS THAT SENDS HER STAGGERING TO THE SIDE! THEN, SHE THROWS A PUNCH TO ASHLYNN QUINN AS THAT SENDS HER STAGGERING TO THE SIDE! GRACE DE LUCA GOES RIGHT AFTER HER AS EFFY DELIVERS A KICK! ASHLYNN GOES RIGHT AFTER HER AS EFFY DELIVERS AN ELBOW TO THE FACE OF ASHLYNN! EFFY IS LOOKING TO HANDLE BOTH OF HER CHALLENGERS AT THE SAME TIME! GRACE RUNS TOWARDS EFFY, BUT EFFY CONNECTS WITH A SUPERKICK! BUT, GRACE MANAGES TO DUCK THE CLOTHESLINE! SHE SHOVES EFFY BACK AS ASHLYNN MANAGES TO GET A GOOD HOLD OF THE CHAMPION AND CONNECTS WITH A ROLL UP INTO A DDT! ‘PASADANA NIGHTS’ CONNECTS AS ASHLYNN GOES FOR THE COVER!

OOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

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Persephone: Grace De Luca just pulled Ashlynn Quinn off of Effy McAvoy! It seems like the alliance has come to an end and honestly, I’m more than thrilled about that! The two women are staring down at one another! Both of them want to be the New Breed Champion! Both of them want to win at Pain for Pride! Grace shoves Ashlynn back! But, Ashlynn shoves Grace back! The two women arguing with one another! But, it’s best for them not to take their eyes off Effy!

Rich Russillo: Effy McAvoy is on the top turnbuckle as both Ashlynn Quinn and Grace De Luca have realized the situation going on! The New Breed Champion flies off the top rope and nails a double missile dropkick onto both women! Both women eat a foot as that drops them down! THEN, EFFY GRABS GRACE AND THROWS HER FACE FIRST AGAINST THE TURNBUCKLE! GRACE COLLIDES WITH THAT SMALL HAMMER THAT SHE HAD JUST SET UP A BIT EARLIER IN THIS MATCH UP! THAT OUGHT TO HURT! IT’S ENOUGH TO SEND HER OUT OF THE RING!

Persephone: Now, Ashlynn Quinn turns Effy McAvoy around and delivers a kick to the gut! She grabs Effy by the arm as she sends her to the horizontal set of ropes! She looks to connect with a kitchen sink as Effy flips forward and into a seated position! Ashlynn looks to apply a lotus lock on Effy! But, Effy is not going to allow for that to happen! She manages to create some distance between her and Ashlynn! Ashlynn runs right after Effy, looking for a slingshot, but Effy manages to spin herself, her arms and legs clutching the arms of Ashlynn as she looks to connect with a crucifix roll up!

Rich Russillo: NO! ASHLYNN QUINN ROLLS HERSELF THROUGH AND LOOKS AT THIS! SHE HAS EFFY MCAVOY IN HORIZONTAL POSITION BEFORE CONNECTING WITH A SWINGING SIDE SLAM! ASHLYNN IS LOOKING ALL AROUND! I THINK THAT THIS MAY BE HER BEST SHOT HERE! EITHER SHE PINS EFFY RIGHT NOW OR AS THIS MATCH CONTINUES, HER CHANCES OF BECOMING NEW BREED CHAMPION ARE GOING TO GO DOWN THE DRAIN!

Persephone: Just end the match, please.

Rich Russillo: THERE’S NO ONE HERE THAT’S GOING TO STOP ASHLYNN QUINN! THIS COULD POSSIBLY BE HER MOMENT AS SHE SPRINGBOARDS HERSELF OFF THE TOP ROPE AND – ‘PINK STAR DIAMOND IN THE ROUGH!’

Persephone: HOLY SHIT! IT CONNECTED! ASHLYNN QUINN WITH THE COVER! SHE’S REALLY GONNA DO IT!

OOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

TTTTTWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

TTTTTHHHHRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!

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Persephone: SERIOUSLY?!?!

Rich Russillo: AHREN FOURNIER JUST PULLED THE REFEREE OUT OF THE RING! HE JUST SAVED EFFY MCAVOY’S NEW BREED CHAMPIONSHIP REIGN FROM GOING DOWN UNDER!

Persephone: So, he does care? :oh:

Rich Russillo: Maybe, in his eccentric kind of way? But, I’m just shocked! Ashlynn Quinn is livid as she stares into the soul of Ahren Fournier! Ashlynn, in her heart, believed that she had won the match there! She rolls herself out of the ring as she gets to Ahren’s face!

Ashlynn Quinn: (off-mic) YOU DONE FUCKED UP! DO YOU NOT REALIZE WHO I AM? I AM ASHLYNN QUINN! I AM THE RIGHT HAND WOMAN OF MS. BEA VALENTINE! I AM MISS VOLTAGE! I AM A STAR! I AM THE BEST! THIS TITLE IS MINE! YOU NEED TO STAY OUT OF MY BUSINESS, OLD MAN –

Persephone: AHREN FOURNIER JUST SLAPPED ASHLYNN QUINN ACROSS THE FACE! :damn: :damn: :damn:

Rich Russillo: AND NOW, JENNIPURR LAUNCHES HERSELF ONTO ASHLYNN QUINN AS SHE’S SCREAMING! ASHLYNN IS TACKLED TO THE GROUND AS SHE TRIES TO GET JENNIPURR OFF OF HER! THE CROWD IS COMPLETELY UNGLUED FOR ALL OF THIS!

Persephone: Effy McAvoy has a huge smile on her face at the fuckery that is happening on ringside, BUT SHE NEEDS TO TURN AROUND AS – ‘BITTERSWEET CHIN MUSIC’ – HER VARIATION OF THE SUPERKICK TAKES EFFY DOWN! GRACE DE LUCA GOES FOR THE COVER! IS THIS GOING TO BE IT HERE?!?!

OOOOOONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

TTTTTWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

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Rich Russillo: Effy McAvoy with a kick out! Her reign still lives on! Grace De Luca rises to her feet as she is screaming at the referee, telling her to count faster! Grace is screaming at the referee, telling her to do her job better! Grace seems to be completely losing it! She looks down at Effy! I think we’re going to be seeing Grace go for another move! I think that we’re going to be seeing ‘Im-Prettiest’ – the inverted double underhook facebuster that we’ve seen on a couple of occasions now! BUT, EFFY MANAGES TO PUSH GRACE TO THE CORNER! EFFY GRAPES GRACE BY HER WAIST AND GOES TO ROLL UP WITH A BRIDGE! IS SHE GOING TO RETAIN THE TITLE HERE?!?!

OOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

TTTTTWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

Persephone: No! Grace De Luca manages to get herself out of the roll up attempt! She pushes Effy McAvoy out of the way! BUT, EFFY RUNS RIGHT AFTER GRACE AND APPLIES THE CROSS ARMBREAKER! ‘CALL TO ARMS’ – SHADES OF ‘THE GOAT’ AHREN FOURNIER! GRACE USES HER LONG LIMBS TO GET HERSELF OUT OF THE SUBMISSION MOVE! SHE FINDS HERSELF IN A CRAWLING POSITION AS EFFY MANAGES TO CONNECT WITH THE CURB STOMP – ‘STORYBOOK ENDING!’

Rich Russillo: EFFY MCAVOY TURNS HERSELF AROUND AS ASHLYNN QUINN GOES RIGHT AFTER HER WITH ‘BESTIE SPEAR’ – HOMAGE TO VEENA ADAMS, WHO USES THE MOVE TO HOMAGE TO HER UNCLE RYAN ADAMS! SHE JUST WON THE ANSWERS WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP LAST NIGHT! NOW, IS ASHLYNN GONNA WIN THE NEW BREED CHAMPIONSHIP NOW? EFFY IS CUT IN HALF WITH THE SPEAR AS SHE ROLLS HERSELF OUT OF THE WAY! ASHLYNN GOES FOR THE COVER ON GRACE DE LUCA, LOOKING TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THE BEATING THAT SHE HAD JUST GOTTEN FROM EFFY! NOT LIKE THIS! NOT LIKE THIS! NO!

OOOOOOONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

TTTTTTTWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

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Persephone: EFFY MCAVOY BREAKS UP THE COUNT WITH A DOUBLE FOOT STOMP FROM THE SECOND ROPE! EFFY IS STILL IN THIS MATCH! SHE LANDS RIGHT ON ASHLYNN QUINN, WHO ROLLS HERSELF OUT OF THE WAY, LEAVING GRACE De Luca vulnerable! Effy picks up Grace and connects with some knee strikes to the gut of the challenger! Effy goes back to the ropes and rebounds off of them, but Grace connects with a drop toe hold as she sends Effy face first! NOW, GRACE BEGINS TO APPLY A MUTA LOCK ON EFFY! THIS IS PROBABLY NOT THE BEST SPOT TO BE IN! EFFY BEGINS TO SHAKE HER HEAD NO! SHE SENSES THE TROUBLE THAT SHE IS GOING TO BE IN! EFFY IS SCREAMING IN PAIN AS GRACE APPLIES THE MOVE! GRACE IS BOUNCING UP AND DOWN, WHICH ADDS TO THE PAIN OF THE MOVE! EFFY IS SCREAMING AS SHE FINDS HERSELF IN A WORLD OF TROUBLE!

Rich Russillo: But, look, from the top rope! Ashlynn Quinn flies from the top rope and nails an elbow drop to the chest of Grace De Luca as that causes her to release the hold on Effy McAvoy! This woman’s face is completely scratched up and bloody thanks to Jennipurr! She goes to Effy McAvoy and throws her shoulder first against the steel steps! Then, she runs right after Grace with a knee strike to the back of her head before following that up quickly with a German suplex! ‘NOSTYLIST’ connects to Grace!

Persephone: EFFY MCAVOY RUNS RIGHT AFTER ASHLYNN QUINN WITH A ‘PROTECT YA NECK’ – HER VARIATION OF THE DISCUS CLOTHESLINE! BUT, ASHLYNN DUCKS THE CLOTHESLINE AT THE LAST SECOND! INSTEAD, IT’S GRACE DE LUCA WHO ENDS UP EATING THE CLOTHESLINE! ASHLYNN MANAGES TO GRAB EFFY MCAVOY AND CONNECT WITH ‘BAD & BOUJEE’ AS SHE MANAGES TO TAKE HER DOWN! ASHLYNN KICKS EFFY OUT OF THE RING BEFORE HEADING FOR THE TOP TURNBUCKLE! ARE WE ACTUALLY GOING TO SEE IT?!?!

Rich Russillo: ASHLYNN QUINN IS DEMANDING FOR GRACE DE LUCA TO GET BACK UP! IT TAKES A MOMENT FOR GRACE TO GET UP BEFORE ASHLYNN FLIES FROM THE TOP ROPE– ‘PINK STAR DIAMOND IN THE ROUGH’ – THE SPRINGBOARD DOUBLE KNEES TO GRACE! ASHLYNN GOES FOR THE COVER! IS THIS GOING TO BE IT HERE??!?!

OOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

TTTTTWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

TTTTTHHHHHHRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!

…

(DING! DING! DING!)

(‘Juno’ plays once more as Ashlynn Quinn rolls off Grace De Luca. Ashlynn is in a wave of emotions at the moment as she begins to ugly cry. The referee hands Ashlynn the New Breed Championship as Ashlynn snatches the title from the referee as has a moment with the title. The referee helps Ashlynn to her feet as she raises her hand in victory. Ashlynn raises the title with her other hand.)

Bella Braxton: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN…THE WINNER AND ***NEW*** EAW NEW BREED CHAMPIONSHIP…ASHLYNN QUINN!!!!!!

Persephone: The bitch did it! She actually won a title. Ashlynn Quinn defeats Grace De Luca and Effy McAvoy to become the New Breed Champion tonight!

Rich Russillo: Ashlynn Quinn managed to do it! She had been waiting for an opportunity like this for so long and tonight, it’s arrived!

(The camera pans to Effy McAvoy, who looks completely speechless and wondering what just happened. Her precious title reign has ended and when that sets in, a wave of emotions begin to hit her all at once. Ahren Fournier is completely shocked as well. The two of them have no idea how to respond to what just happened. Then, it pans to Grace De Luca, who is being helped out of the ring by the referee.)

Rich Russillo: Wonderful performances between those two women. Grace De Luca is the future nonetheless. I can’t wait to see what Season 19 has in store for her. She has a ton of potential that needs to be untapped. The sky’s the limit with her. As for Effy, this won’t be the last title that she wins. I think that she’s proven that she is more than capable of holding her own. I thought that she lived up to her word and kept the prestige of the New Breed Championship going. Now, it’s Ashlynn’s turn to continue that going.

Persephone: Congratulations to Ashlynn, she’s the bride for once! Woohoo!

(Pain for Pride returns as the next match graphic is seen flashing across the screen, causing the crowd to erupt in excitement.)

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(The camera then goes over to show Stephie Love standing at the center of the ring, a smile on her face and a microphone in hand as she begins to speak.)

Stephie Love: The following contest is scheduled for…

Crowd: ONE FALL!!!

Stephie Love: And it is for the EAW INTERWIRE CHAMPIONSHIP!!!!!!!!!!

(‘Clash of the Gods [EPIC VERSION]’ by Carameii begins to play through the speakers of the arena as the crowd roars into thunderous cheers. The camera goes over to the stage as BRAE is seen making his way out from billows of smoke, a determined look on his face as he has his arms spread, looking out and embracing the atmosphere of the moment right now. He then gives a battle cry before beginning to make his way down the ramp.)

Stephie Love: Introducing first, the challenger… from Novosibirsk, Russia… weighing in at 215 pounds… ‘THE IMPERIAL SYMPHONY’… BRAE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Stew-O: And here comes the challenger, looking as determined as ever to win his second Championship in EAW. We saw BRAE earn an opportunity at the Interwire Championship at Fighting Spirit, and now he’s going to make sure that he sees through his goals and make sure that it is he with his arm raised in victory.

Flannery McCoy: Last year, BRAE walked into Pain For Pride with an opportunity at the New Breed Championship, and he managed to beat Michael Machina to come out on top in that. And now he walks into Pain For Pride this year with yet another opportunity. What is going to come of this? I suppose we’ll just have to wait and see.

Jake Mercer: YES! BRAE! BRAE! BRAE! BRAE! BRAE! I MISS THE RAGE! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

(The sounds of ‘Many Men (Wish Death)’ by 50 Cent is then heard playing through the speakers as the crowd begins to boo loudly for Chris Elite, who is seen making his way out to the stage with the Interwire Championship over his shoulder. He has a serious expression as he takes a good look around, taking a moment before then beginning to make his way down the ramp and toward the ring.)

Stephie Love: And his opponent, from Brooklyn, New York… weighing in at 210 pounds… he is the EAW INTERWIRE CHAMPION!!!!!!!! ‘GAWD GIVEN GREATNESS’… CHRIS ELITE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Stew-O: Well, here comes Chris Elite, and he looks more determined than ever to cap off what has been a successful season with an emphatic title defense on the grandest stage.

Jake Mercer: I don’t think anyone could have anticipated Chris Elite getting to this point, but as he always does, he defies expectations and makes sure to prove to everyone exactly what he brings to the table.

Flannery McCoy: It’s going to be a battle for sure, but only one of them can walk out of this match as Interwire Champion. This is going to be one for the ages.

(DING! DING! DING!)

Stew-O: Here we go, this match is officially underway! Chris Elite has made it to Pain For Pride with the Interwire Championship in tow, and with him comes one of his toughest challenges yet in the form of former New Breed Champion BRAE. Who’s going to reign supreme in what is bound to be a stellar battle? I suppose we’ll just have to wait and see.

Flannery McCoy: Right now, both Elitists are beginning to make their way out of their corners, heading toward the center of the ring, as they’re looking to start this one off with a collar-and-elbow tieup. They quickly lock up, and Chris is quick to slip around and go for a waist lock! BRAE is immediately trying to pry his arms away, and he does so as he manages to twist himself around and lock in a wrist lock!

Jake Mercer: But Chris is quick to roll himself forward as he spins around, transitioning into a wrist lock of his own onto BRAE! The Champion begins to wrench on the arm, but BRAE isn’t letting him do that for much longer, as he slaps his wrist away before leaping into the air, CONNECTING WITH A DROPKICK RIGHT TO THE CHEST, WHICH SENDS CHRIS ROLLING BACKWARD!

Stew-O: Chris falls against the ropes, and he takes a moment to shake himself off as he nods his head, understanding the type of competition that he’s up against right now. Both of them make their way back toward the center of the ring as they look to reset, going for another collar-and-elbow tieup- BUT CHRIS CONNECTS WITH A BOOT TO THE ABDOMEN!

Flannery McCoy: BRAE doubles over as he didn’t expect that level of disrespect out of Chris Elite, but Chris is quick to push him against the ropes as he grabs him by the wrist and sends him toward the opposite side of the ring with an Irish whip! BRAE rebounds, AS CHRIS DROPS HIM DOWN TO THE GROUND WITH A SHOULDER BLOCK! You can see the smirk beginning to grow on the face of the EAW Hall of Famer; he wants to make sure that he quickly establishes dominance here tonight.

Jake Mercer: BRAE rolls on his stomach as Chris Elite jumps over him, he runs to the opposite side of the ring, ONLY FOR BRAE TO CATCH HIM WITH A BOOT TO THE FACE- NO! Chris manages to grab hold of the ropes! BRAE stumbles forward, and Chris takes advantage as he grabs hold of him and sends him through the middle rope and out of the ring! BRAE manages to land on the apron, but Chris is sizing him up as he quickly runs toward the ropes…

Stew-O: AS HE LEAPS OFF OF THEM AND CONNECTS WITH A TRIANGLE DROPKICK THAT SENDS BRAE FLYING OFF OF THE APRON AND DOWN TO THE RINGSIDE AREA! The challenger takes a tumble, and now it’s the Champion who’s going to take advantage of this situation. He makes his way up to his feet as he turns around and runs toward the ropes and back, all while BRAE is beginning to make his way back up! ONLY TO LEAP UP AND CONNECT WITH A TOPE CON HILO TO TAKE HIM DOWN TO THE GROUND!

Flannery McCoy: Chris Elite is keeping his foot on the gas, and he knows that’s something that he needs to do if he wants to walk out of Pain For Pride tonight as the Interwire Champion. He grabs hold of BRAE and brings him back up to his feet before rolling him under the bottom rope and back into the ring. He makes his way onto the apron as he sets BRAE up, waiting for him to get back up to his feet! BEFORE LEAPING INTO THE AIR AS CHRIS GOES FOR A SPRINGBOARD CLOTHESLINE DIRECTLY TOWARD BRAE AT THE CENTER OF THE RING-

(CRACK!)

Jake Mercer: OH MY GOD! BRAE JUST CAUGHT HIM WITH A CHOP DIRECTLY TO THE CHEST! CHRIS IS DROPPED TO THE GROUND AND THE CHALLENGER JUST COMPLETELY SHIFTED THE TIDES RIGHT THERE! HE GRABS A HOLD OF CHRIS AND BRINGS HIM UP TO HIS FEET BEFORE SNATCHING HIM BY THE HEAD AND LIFTING HIM OFF THE GROUND!

Stew-O: PLANTING HIM DOWN TO THE MAT WITH A FISHERMAN’S SUPLEX! BRAE keeps hold of him as he pins his shoulders to the mat for an early count!

OOONNEEE!!!

Flannery McCoy: BUT CHRIS MANAGES TO KICK OUT! If I were the Champion, this is not the position that I’d want to be in right now, and Chris knows it. He begins to roll himself away as he grabs hold of the ropes, beginning to make his way back up to his feet as he stumbles backward toward the corner. He leans against the turnbuckle pads, shaking off the cobwebs, but he’s not going to be able to escape BRAE for long! AS BRAE RUSHES FORWARD AND CONNECTS WITH ANOTHER CHOP DIRECTLY TOWARD HIS CHEST!

Jake Mercer: Chris is getting the fight brought to him right now. I don’t even know how he’s going to be able to respond to this! And I don’t think BRAE intends for him to, as he grabs hold of him by the head and brings him into a seated position with a Snapmare! Chris is trying his best to recover, BUT BRAE CONNECTS DIRECTLY WITH A CHOP TO THE BACK! Chris continues to be lit up, AS THE CHALLENGER THEN FOLLOWS IT UP WITH A STIFF KICK DIRECTLY TO THE CHEST, WHICH DROPS HIM DOWN!

Stew-O: Chris is directly on the ground, and this gives BRAE the chance to turn himself around as he runs the ropes, BEFORE LEAPING INTO THE AIR AND FLATTENING CHRIS ELITE WITH A SENTON- NO! NOBODY HOME! Chris manages to move out of the way of that just in the nick of time! BRAE lands flat on the canvas as he absorbs the damage that he took, beginning to make his way back up to his feet! RUSHING TOWARD CHRIS-

Flannery McCoy: ONLY TO BE MET WITH ‘SNOOZE’! CHRIS MANAGES TO BRING HIS ARM UP AND NAIL HIM DIRECTLY WITH AN UPPERCUT TO THE JAW, WHICH TAKES HIM DOWN TO THE GROUND! He shakes his head repeatedly, knowing that he wasn’t going to let BRAE have the advantage for long, as he leaves the ropes and stands on the apron, taking a moment to catch his breath before beginning to scale up the turnbuckle paddings. BRAE is beginning to recover and make his way back up to his feet, but Chris already has his sights on him! AS HE LEAPS OFF THE TOP ROPE-

Jake Mercer: NO! THAT DOESN’T HAPPEN! BRAE MANAGES TO RUSH FORWARD AND CONNECT WITH A FOREARM THAT STOPS CHRIS BEFORE HE’S ABLE TO LEAP OFF! Chris tried for a high-risk maneuver right here, and it didn’t pay off, and now BRAE is going to be able to reap the benefits as he begins to connect with even more shots repeatedly to his head! And now he’s beginning to make his way up to the top rope alongside him, and this could only spell trouble for the Interwire Champion if he manages to go through with what he’s trying to do right here!

Stew-O: BRAE continues to connect with repeated forearm strikes right to the face! Chris is trying his best to fight back, but it’s clear that he has no answers for the pummeling assault that is being thrown at him right now by his challenger! He then warms him up, as he grabs hold of him by the head, LOOKING TO PUSH OFF AND GO FOR A SUPERPLEX DIRECTLY DOWN ONTO THE CANVAS!

Flannery McCoy: But Chris is refusing to stay down! He knows that if he goes down right now, this might completely change the odds of this match, and that’s not something that he wants to do! He begins to send repeated strikes toward the side of BRAE, forcing him to loosen his grip and let go of him so he can somehow find a way to get some high ground back on him! BRAE is ultimately forced to let go as he tries to attack him on the top rope- ONLY TO BE MET WITH A SICKENING HEADBUTT DIRECTLY TO THE FACE BY CHRIS ELITE!

(BRAE is rocked by the headbutt momentarily, but begins to reel himself back as he shakes his head, a look of intensity on his face while he does so. Chris’s eyes widened. This was the last thing that he wanted.)

(THUD!)

Jake Mercer: BRAE REELS HIS HEAD BACK BEFORE NAILING HIM DIRECTLY ACROSS THE FACE WITH A SICKENING HEADBUTT! AND NOW BRAE KEEPS A HOLD OF HIS HEAD WITH HIS HANDS, AND HE’S BEGINNING TO REPEATEDLY HEADBUTT CHRIS ELITE AGAINST HIS FACE!

(THUD!)

(**THUD!**)

Stew-O: BRAE CONNECTS WITH ONE FINAL EMPHATIC HEADBUTT AS CHRIS IS DEADWEIGHT IN HIS HANDS RIGHT NOW! BRAE has just completely busted himself open right now as there’s a cut at the top of his forehead thanks to completely battering Chris Elite! He now grabs him around the waist as he lifts him!

Flannery McCoy: BEFORE SENDING HIM FLYING OFF THE TOP ROPE AND DOWN TO THE CANVAS WITH AN AVALANCHE BELLY-TO-BELLY! CHRIS IS DROPPED DOWN TO THE GROUND AND NOW BRAE IS ROLLING HIMSELF OVER AND HOOKING THE LEG AS HE GOES FOR THE PIN!

OOONNNEEE!!!

TTTTWWWWOOOO!!!!

Jake Mercer: BUT ONCE AGAIN IT’S CHRIS ELITE WHO MANAGES TO KICK OUT OF IT! Chris has been against the ropes this entire match so far, but he knows that all it takes is one moment to completely turn things around, and if I were him, I wouldn’t rush into it either! I would wait for the right moment, too!

Stew-O: But if he waits too long, he might very well watch that title slip away from him if he’s not careful, and I think he knows it. BRAE begins to make his way back up to his feet, he falls against the corner, and he’s waiting patiently here, as he knows that if he follows through with this, he might very well fast-track with an opportunity of walking out as the new Interwire Champion! He begins to set him on as Chris is still on the ground, having not moved since he kicked out of the pin, and this is not going to bode well for him!

Flannery McCoy: BRAE RUSHES FORWARD AND LEAPS INTO THE AIR! HE’S GOING FOR ‘RED DEATH’!

Jake Mercer: NO! CHRIS MANAGES TO BRING HIS LEG UP AS HE BOOTS HIM DIRECTLY IN THE FACE! BRAE staggers backward as he tries his best to shake it off, making his way back over!

Stew-O: BUT HE FALLS RIGHT INTO A ‘OPEN YA MATA’! BY CHRIS ELITE! KNEE DIRECTLY TO THE FACE LEAVES HIM COMPLETELY ROCKED! BUT THE CHAMPION ISN’T DONE EITHER, AS HE KEEPS HIM UP AND GRABS A HOLD OF HIM! SETTING HIM UP!

Flannery McCoy: AS HE TAKES HIM DOWN TO THE GROUND WITH ‘DEAD ROSES’! SISTER ABIGAIL CONNECTS AND COMPLETELY WIPES THE CHALLENGER OUT, AND NOW BRAE IS TAKING ADVANTAGE! HE CRAWLS OVER TO HIM AND HOOKS THE LEG AS THE REFEREE SLIDES DOWN AND STARTS THE COUNT! IS THIS GOING TO BE IT?! IS CHRIS ELITE GOING TO BE ABLE TO SECURE THE VICTORY AND RETAIN THE INTERWIRE CHAMPIONSHIP?!

OOONNNEEE!!!

TTTTWWWOOOO!!!!

TTTTTTHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRE-

Jake Mercer: BUT BRAE MANAGES TO SHOOT THE SHOULDER UP! He’s not done just yet, and I think that’s the story for both of these Elitists. All of them have had everything they had thrown at one another, yet despite that, they haven’t backed down! They’re not quitting just yet! Who’s going to come out on top in this highly contested match?

Stew-O: You can see the unhappiness beginning to build on the face of the Interwire Champion, knowing that he wasn’t able to keep BRAE down for the three count just yet, and who knows what he’s going to have to do if he wants to make sure that becomes a reality. He grabs hold of BRAE by the head and brings him up to his feet, snatching him by the arm and sending him toward the corner with an Irish whip! BRAE is backed up, and now Chris is taking advantage of the situation, AS HE RUSHES FORWARD AND GOES FOR A EUROPEAN UPPERCUT DIRECTLY TO THE JAW-

Flannery McCoy: But that doesn’t happen! BRAE manages to find it within him to duck under and send Chris over the top rope and out of the ring! The Champion lands on the apron as BRAE turns around, but Chris manages to connect with a forearm directly to his face to stop him right in his tracks! He begins to set himself up, BEFORE GOING FOR A SPRINGBOARD TO TAKE BRAE DOWN TO THE GROUND AGAIN!

Jake Mercer: BUT BRAE MANAGES TO RUSH FORWARD AND SWIPE AT THE LEGS! Chris slips off as he lands face-first against the edge of the apron, staggering backward as he tries to keep himself up on his feet! BRAE managed to catch him with a fast one, and that’s not entirely what he was anticipating at the moment! BRAE is quick to sink his teeth at the opportunity as he leaves the ropes and stands on the apron, beginning to size Chris Elite up as he makes his way back toward the ring, AND BRAE RUSHES FORWARD AS FAST AS HE CAN AND GOES FOR A PENALTY KICK DIRECTLY TO HIS CHEST WHILE ON THE APRON!

Stew-O: BUT CHRIS MANAGES TO GRAB HIM BY THE ANKLE! HE SWIPES HIM AS BRAE PLANTS DOWN ONTO THE APRON AND IS COMPLETELY TAKEN OUT! Chris keeps hold of him and makes sure that he stays up there, and now he’s beginning to climb up onto the apron himself! He grabs hold of him by the head and begins to bring him back up to his feet! He begins to set him up as he connects with rapid-fire strikes right to the face, trying to overwhelm the challenger right now and make sure that there’s no way that he can come back in this match! BRAE is doing whatever he can to make sure that he stays in this, but it’s clear right now that he only has so much energy left!

Flannery McCoy: Chris grabs him by the head and begins to bring him back up, snatching him by the head into a front facelock as he begins to set him up! AND IT LOOKS LIKE HE’S GOING TO SPIKE HIM DOWN ONTO THE TOP OF HIS HEAD WITH A DDT ONTO THE EDGE OF THE APRON! CHRIS IS GOING FOR IT-

(THUD!)

Jake Mercer: BUT BRAE JUST MANAGED TO LIFT HIM AND DROP HIM DOWN ONTO THE APRON INSTEAD WITH A BACK BODY DROP! CHRIS LANDS HARD AS HE GIVES A CRY OF PAIN, TRYING HIS BEST TO MAKE SURE THAT HE GETS BACK UP HERE, BUT BRAE ALREADY HAS HIM BY THE HEAD AS HE BRINGS HIM UP ONTO THE APRON! NO!

Stew-O: BRAE LAUNCHES CHRIS OFF OF THE APRON WITH A GERMAN SUPLEX AS THEY BOTH COME CRASHING DOWN TO THE GROUND! Chris is in a world of hurt right now, and BRAE knows that he needs to sink his teeth into it and fast as he grabs hold of him and brings him up, before rolling him under the bottom rope and back into the ring!

Flannery McCoy: Chris is flat on his back, clutching his head in pain in a very obvious fashion, and it’s clear right now that he’s in a tough spot! BRAE is making his way toward one of the corners, falling against the turnbuckle padding and beginning to psych himself up, as he knows what he needs to do next! He just hit Chris Elite with a big move, and now it’s time to take advantage of it and capitalize!

Jake Mercer: BRAE IS SETTING HIM UP!

Stew-O: AS HE LEAPS THROUGH THE AIR AND GOES FOR ‘RED DEATH’!

(…)

Flannery McCoy: IT CONNECTS! CHRIS ELITE IS COMPLETELY FLATTENED AND NOW IT’S BRAE WHO HOOKS THE LEG AND GOES FOR THE PIN! THE REFEREE IS STARTING THE COUNT! IS THIS GOING TO BE IT?!

OOONNNEEE!!!

TTTTWWWWOOOO!!!!

TTTTTTHHHHHRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

(…)

Jake Mercer: NO! NOT TODAY! CHRIS ELITE MANAGES TO STAY ALIVE JUST A LITTLE LONGER, AND THE CROWD ROARS IN RESPONSE! He’s still fighting! This Interwire Championship match is still underway, and BRAE is in partial shock at what he just witnessed! I think he thought that was it himself!

Stew-O: I mean, I don’t blame him, he just threw an absolute barrage at Chris Elite right there, and even then he didn’t stay down. It’s clear that it’s going to take a lot more; it’s just a matter of what specifically that’s going to end up being. BRAE is making his way back up to his feet, and he’s beginning to circle the Champion. I don’t think he’s going to give him a minute to breathe right now.

Flannery McCoy: But Chris is trying to create that space, as he grabs hold of the ropes and uses that to make his way back up to his feet. He falls against the turnbuckles as he does whatever he possibly can at the moment to try and recover, but BRAE isn’t looking to let him do that, AS HE RUSHES FORWARD AND CONNECTS WITH A CHOP DIRECTLY TO THE CHEST, WHICH LIGHTS HIM UP!

Jake Mercer: Chris is hurt, and now BRAE is beginning to set him up, AS HE GOES FOR THOSE MACHINE GUN CHOPS DIRECTLY TOWARD THE CHEST!

Stew-O: BRAE IS CHOPPING CHRIS REPEATEDLY AND BEGINNING TO BATTER HIM WITH EVERYTHING THAT HE’S GOT RIGHT NOW! HE’S QUITE LITERALLY THROWING THE ENTIRE KITCHEN SINK AT HIM IN TERMS OF OFFENSE, YET DESPITE THAT, CHRIS IS MAKING SURE THAT HE DOESN’T STAY DOWN SO EASILY!

Flannery McCoy: CHRIS GRABS A HOLD OF THE ARM AND PUSHES IT AWAY, MANAGING TO STOP THE CHOPS JUST IN TIME! HE THEN GRABS A HOLD OF BRAE AND TURNS HIM AROUND BEFORE SHOVING HIM BACK INTO THE CORNER AS HE NAILS HIM WITH A FOREARM DIRECTLY TO THE FACE! Chris then takes a couple of steps back as he takes some deep breaths, trying to collect himself as he gets a running start, RUSHING TOWARD BRAE AND GOING FOR A CORNER CLOTHESLINE!

Jake Mercer: BUT BRAE MANAGES TO MOVE OUT OF THE WAY AS HE SHOVES CHRIS INTO THE CORNER! BRAE staggers away as he turns himself around! Chris tries to get out of the corner, BUT BRAE KNEES HIM IN THE ABDOMEN AND FORCES HIM DOWN INTO A SEATED POSITION! And now BRAE is stepping backward, and what in the world could he possibly be going for right here?!

Stew-O: BRAE is making his way toward the opposite side of the ring, he’s beginning to scale himself up to the top rope while Chris is in a seated position! And it looks like he’s going to go for something big here to make sure that this match permanently stays in his favor! Chris hasn’t moved an inch since he got taken out, and it’s giving the challenger the perfect opportunity to create some room and nail him with something spectacular! He’s setting him up!

Flannery McCoy: AS BRAE LEAPS OFF AND GOES FOR A COAST TO COAST DROPKICK DIRECTLY TO HIS FACE!

(…)

(BANG!)

Jake Mercer: BUT CHRIS MANAGES TO GET HIMSELF UP AS HE NAILS BRAE WITH A SUPERKICK OUT OF MID-AIR! BRAE’S CAUGHT AND COMPLETELY DROPPED DOWN TO THE GROUND AND CHRIS ELITE CRUMBLES DOWN TOO! WHAT A COUNTER BY THE CHAMPION TO FORCE HIMSELF BACK INTO THIS MATCH AND LEAVE BRAE COMPLETELY ON THE FENCE!

Stew-O: Chris rolls himself under the bottom rope and onto the apron as he begins to make his way up to his feet. He has his eyes set on BRAE, who is completely flattened on the ground right now, and it looks like he’s going to try his hand at something here!

Flannery McCoy: AS HE LEAPS ONTO THE ROPES AND FLATTENS THE CHALLENGER WITH A SPRINGBOARD 450 SPLASH! CHRIS ELITE COMPLETELY TAKES HIM OUT AS HE HOOKS THE LEG AND GOES FOR A PIN ATTEMPT!

OOONNNEEE!!!

TTTTWWWWOOOO!!!!

Jake Mercer: BUT BRAE MANAGES TO SHOOT THE SHOULDER UP! He gives a battle cry as he slowly begins to rise to a seated position, shaking his head! He knows that this can’t be over! He refuses to let it be over just yet!

Stew-O: Chris is slowly making his way back up to his feet, and he looks to be absolutely beside himself at the moment as BRAE is continuing to rise! The challenger turns himself around as he faces him!

BRAE: (Off-Mic) COME ON! HIT ME!!!

Flannery McCoy: Chris looks like he’s in absolute disbelief right now! BUT REGARDLESS HE TAKES A SWING AS HE CONNECTS WITH A DIRECT FOREARM RIGHT TO THE FACE!

BRAE: (Off-Mic) AHHHHHHHH! AGAIN!

Jake Mercer: BRAE STAGGERS BACK BUT ONLY BARELY, AS HE HOLDS HIS GROUND, LETTING CHRIS ELITE CONNECT WITH YET ANOTHER STRIKE TO THE FACE!

BRAE: (Off-Mic) NOT ENOUGH! WHAT ARE YOU A CHAMPION FOR?!

Stew-O: CHRIS CONNECTS WITH ANOTHER STRIKE!

BRAE: (Off-Mic) YOU DON’T DESERVE THAT TITLE!

Flannery McCoy: CHRIS HAS HEARD ENOUGH AS HE CONNECTS WITH A KNEE DIRECTLY TO THE ABDOMEN! BRAE doubles over as he’s taken off guard by that, and now Chris quickly turns himself around as he runs to the ropes and back!

Jake Mercer: BUT BRAE MANAGES TO RECOVER AS HE LEAPS THROUGH THE AIR AND CATCHES HIM AS HE RUNS TOWARD HIM WITH ‘MORRIGAN’! THE BICYCLE KICK!

(…)

Stew-O: BUT CHRIS SHOOTS FIRST! HE NAILS HIM WITH ‘OPEN YA MATA’ WHICH DROPS BRAE DOWN TO THE GROUND! BRAE HAS SEEMINGLY LIT A FIRE UNDER THE CHAMPION AND NOW HE’S NOT DONE! BRAE IS SLOWLY BEGINNING TO MAKE HIS WAY UP TO A KNEELING POSITION AS CHRIS TURNS AROUND AND RUNS TO THE ROPES AND BACK AGAIN!

Flannery McCoy: CONNECTING WITH A SECOND ‘OPEN YA MATA’! WHICH TAKES BRAE OUT AGAIN! CHRIS IS THROWING EVERYTHING THAT HE POSSIBLY HAS AT HIM NOW, AND BRAE IS CONTINUING TO MAKE HIS WAY BACK UP! CHRIS SPINS AROUND AS HE LEAPS THROUGH THE AIR!

Jake Mercer: BANG! ‘BOX OFFICE SMASH’!

Stew-O: HOUSE CALL RIGHT TO THE SIDE OF THE HEAD DROPS BRAE DOWN TO THE GROUND! AND NOW CHRIS ELITE IS ROLLING HIM ONTO HIS BACK AND HOOKING THE LEG! HE’S GOING FOR THE PIN! HE’S GOING FOR IT!

OOONNNEEE!!!

TTTTWWWWOOOO!!!!

TTTTTHHHHHRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

(…)

Flannery McCoy: BRAE! KICKS! OUT!

(BRAE is completely out of it after barely managing to kick out, and Chris Elite can’t believe it. He pulls himself up to a seated position as he shakes his head in bewilderment, taking a moment to compose himself. He quite literally threw everything that he could throw at BRAE at the moment at him, and despite that, he just doesn’t seem to want to quit. He begins to make his way up to his feet as he turns around to look at the downed body of his challenger, and immediately he begins to talk his shit.)

Chris Elite: (Off-Mic) Who the fuck do you think you are??? You’ve gotta be shitting me…

(Chris kicks BRAE directly in the face. He slightly jolts as it connects, but he is still completely limp on the canvas. The Champion continues to mock him.)

Chris Elite: (Off-Mic) You don’t deserve shit, and I’ll be damned if I let some bozo walk all over me.

(Chris kicks BRAE again, but this time it’s enough to wake him up, it’s enough to get him going as he presses his hands against the canvas and begins to slowly rise back up. He looks angry, he looks motivated, and most importantly, he’s fired up, but that doesn’t stop Chris Elite at all, not even for a single second.)

Chris Elite: (Off-Mic) Mad annoying. You fucking bum.

(BRAE is up to a kneeling position as Chris takes his boot and presses it against his face, scraping it repeatedly with an annoyed expression on his face. No matter what, he never took the challenge that BRAE threw at him seriously, and that might just cost him.)

Flannery McCoy: BRAE EXPLODES FORWARD AND NAILS HIM WITH A FOREARM! BUT CHRIS IMMEDIATELY FIRES ONE BACK OF HIS OWN AS HE CONNECTS WITH ONE! AND NOW THEY’RE BOTH GOING BACK AND FORTH! TRADING STRIKES WITH ONE ANOTHER! CHRIS! BRAE! CHRIS! BRAE! CHRIS! BRAE! CHRIS! BRAE! CHRIS!

Jake Mercer: BUT CHRIS MANAGES TO LEAP INTO THE AIR AND CONNECT WITH A HIGH KNEE DIRECTLY TO THE FACE! HE TURNS AROUND AND RUNS TO THE ROPES AND BACK, ONLY FOR BRAE TO LEAP INTO THE AIR AND CONNECT WITH A JUMPING CLOTHESLINE! AND NOW IT’S BRAE WHO TURNS AROUND AND RUNS TO THE ROEPS AND BACK, ONLY FOR CHRIS TO KIP UP TO HIS FEET AND CONNECT WITH A SUPERKICK DIRECTLY TO HIS JAW!

Stew-O: BRAE staggers back, as he tries to regain his ground, BUT CHRIS LEAPS INTO THE AIR AND FOLLOWS THAT UP WITH A SECOND SUPERKICK- JUST FOR BRAE TO MOVE OUT OF THE WAY OF THAT ONE AS HE SPINS BEHIND CHRIS AND LIFTS HIM INTO A GERMAN SUPLEX- BUT CHRIS MANAGES TO LAND ON HIS FEET AS HE RUSHES TOWARD HIM- BUT BRAE MANAGES TO MOVE OUT OF THE WAY AS HE THROWS HIM TOWARD THE ROPES! AS HE CATCHES HIM AND GOES FOR A BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX- BUT CHRIS MANAGES TO BREAK HIMSELF FREE JUST IN TIME!

Flannery McCoy: HE LEAPS INTO THE AIR AND TRIES TO GO FOR ANOTHER JUMPING KNEE- BUT BRAE MANAGES TO MOVE OUT OF THE WAY OF THAT ONE AS CHRIS LANDS IN A KNEELING POSITION, AND NOW BRAE LEAPS FORWARD AND GOES FOR A BOOT- BUT CHRIS ONCE AGAIN MANAGES TO AVOID IT AS HE GRABS A HOLD OF HIM AND LIFTS HIM OFF OF THE GROUND! HE HAS HIM IN A POWERBOMB POSITION- BUT BRAE IS BEGINNING TO FIGHT BACK WITH STRIKES DIRECTLY TOWARD THE FACE!

Jake Mercer: BOTH OF THEM ARE TRYING TO GAIN CONTROL RIGHT NOW, AND BRAE IS DOING EVERYTHING THAT HE CAN TO TRY AND SLIP OFF OF HIS SHOULDERS, BUT CHRIS IS MANAGING TO HOLD ON! BOTH OF THEM TUMBLE OVER- AS THEY FALL OVER THE TOP ROPE AND OUT OF THE RING!

Stew-O: WAIT! BUT CHRIS MANAGES TO LAND ON HIS FEET AND KEEP BRAE UP INTO A POWERBOMB POSITION!

(THUD!)

Flannery McCoy: AS HE TURNS AROUND AND SLAMS HIM ONTO THE FRONT OF OUR ANNOUNCER’S TABLE! BRAE LANDS HARD AS HE CRUMBLES DOWN TO THE GROUND, AND NOW CHRIS IS TAKING ADVANTAGE OF THIS!

Jake Mercer: THE CHAMPION IS BEGINNING TO DISMANTLE OUR TABLE RIGHT BEFORE OUR EYES! AND HE’S QUICK TO GRAB BRAE AND ROLL HIM ONTO THE VERY TOP OF IT! CHRIS IS GRABBING BRAE BY THE HEAD AND BEGINNING TO REPEATEDLY STRIKE HIM! AND NOW HE KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS TO DO!

(Chris shakes his head as he turns himself around and begins to make his way up onto the apron. Turning around as he looks at BRAE, who hasn’t moved from the announcer’s table, before taking a deep breath.)

Stew-O: CHRIS LEAPS ONTO THE ROPES AND PUSHES HIMSELF OFF! GOING FOR A SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT THROUGH OUR ANNOUNCER’S TABLE-

(THUD!)

Flannery McCoy: BRAE MOVES OUT OF THE WAY! THE ANNOUNCE TABLE DOESN’T BREAK! CHRIS JUST LANDED HARD ON IT AND I THINK HE’S COMPLETELY UNCONSCIOUS!

Jake Mercer: BUT BRAE SEES AN OPPORTUNITY!

(BRAE turns around as he begins to climb up onto the barricade, positioning himself on the edge of it as Chris is completely out of it as he’s splayed out on the announcer’s table, face pressed against it. BRAE takes a look around, absorbing the atmosphere of the moment right now before turning to look at Chris Elite.)

BRAE: (Off-Mic) AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(CRASH!)

Stew-O: ‘RED DEATH’ TO CHRIS ELITE SENDS BOTH OF THEM THROUGH THE ANNOUNCER’S TABLE! OH MY GOD! CHAMPION AND CHALLENGER ARE BOTH COMPLETELY WIPED OUT RIGHT NOW AND THE CROWD CAN’T BELIEVE WHAT THEY’RE SEEING!

(The crowd is going berserk as BRAE is slowly beginning to make his way up. Blood is continuing to pour down his face as he tries to shake himself awake repeatedly, gaining his bearings while he has the opportunity. He doesn’t seem to be alone, though.)

Crowd: BRAE! BRAE! BRAE! BRAE! BRAE!

(He has the crowd by his side, rallying him as he goes. He turns around and grabs Chris before bringing him back up, rolling him under the bottom rope and back into the ring. BRAE slides himself inside as he rises back up.)

Crowd: BRAE! BRAE! BRAE! BRAE! BRAE!

(And the crowd continues to join him. He grabs hold of Chris Elite and brings him up to his feet, looking him in the eyes. The Champion looks like he’s completely out of it right now, but BRAE doesn’t care whatsoever.)

BRAE: It was a great battle… ***but you can’t win.***

Flannery McCoy: BRAE TURNS AROUND AND RUNS TO THE ROPES AND BACK!

Jake Mercer: ‘MORRIGAN’! BICYCLE KICK DIRECTLY TO THE FACE DROPS HIM DOWN TO THE GROUND! BRAE THEN LEAPS INTO THE AIR!

Stew-O: ‘RED DEATH’ CONNECTS! CHRIS IS OUT OF IT! BUT BRAE ISN’T DONE!

(THUD!)

Flannery McCoy: REPEATED ‘RED DEATH’S TO CHRIS ELITE DIRECTLY ON THE FRONT OF HIS NECK! HE THEN QUICKLY TURNS HIM AROUND!

(THUD!)

Jake Mercer: BEFORE BEGINNING TO STRIKE THE BACK OF HIS NECK! AND NOW…

Stew-O: HE LOCKS IN THE SLEEPER HOLD! ‘RUSSIAN SLEEP EXPERIMENT’! ‘RUSSIAN SLEEP EXPERIMENT’!

Flannery McCoy: AND THERE’S NO NEED TO EVEN CHECK! CHRIS ELITE IS OUT OF IT! THE REFEREE IS CALLING FOR THE BELL! WE HAVE A NEW INTERWIRE CHAMPION!

(DING! DING! DING!)

(‘Clash of the Gods [EPIC VERSION]’ begins to blast through the speakers of the arena as the crowd roars. BRAE immediately releases the hold as he crumbles to the ground, not even believing what just happened. The referee makes his way over and holds out the Interwire Championship to him, and BRAE looks at it, in almost bewilderment for a moment that this has come to a reality, before taking it and raising it into the air.)

Stephie Love: HERE IS YOUR WINNER… AND THE NEW!!!!!! EAW INTERWIRE CHAMPION!!!!!!!!!! BRAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Jake Mercer: HE’S DONE IT! OH MY GOD HE’S DONE IT! THE LEGACY CONTINUES!

Stew-O: AFTER A HELL OF A WAR BETWEEN TWO OF THE BEST THAT FRIDAY NIGHT DYNASTY’S HAS TO OFFER, ONLY ONE PERSON CAME OUT ON TOP, AND IT WAS YOUR NEW INTERWIRE CHAMPION, BRAE! WHAT A WAY TO END THE SEASON!

Flannery McCoy: BRAE ended Pain For Pride last year, having beaten Michael Machina, winning his very first Championship in Elite Answers Wrestling. And now here he is, standing before you with his second Championship, and what a way to win it! What a spectacular showing out of these two!

Jake Mercer: BRAE has been on a roll these past couple of months, and so has Chris Elite. But now, BRAE can firmly say with a win against a Hall of Famer under his belt on the grandest stage, and a new Championship around his waist to further solidify it, that he’s at the top of the mountain! Who’s going to be able to stop him?! I suppose we’ll just have to wait and see. Congratulations to BRAE on his victory!

(BRAE drops down and rolls himself out of the ring, taking his title and raising it high into the air as the crowd continues to cheer for him while he does. Chris is slowly rising to a seated position as he shakes his head in confusion, trying to realize what’s happening, but he’s certainly not going to like it when he does. BRAE takes his title and throws it over his shoulder before making his way toward the backstage area, with that being the very last shot seen as Pain For Pride begins to fade to elsewhere.)

(As Pain for Pride faded back in, one of the final two match graphics flashed across the screen, and it sent the crowd into a frenzy.)

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(The camera focused on Bella Braxton.)

Bella Braxton: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN… THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR…

Crowd: ONE FALL!!!

(The hyped up crowd continued to scream as ‘Blood, Milk, & Sky’ by White Zombie started to blast across the PA system.)

Bella Braxton: INTRODUCING FIRST… RESIDING IN CASSADAGA, FLORIDA… WEIGHING IN AT 122 POUNDS… SHE IS ‘THE BLACK ROSE’… THE EAW HALL OF FAMER… MINERVA!!!

(There was no special entrance for this match, because Minerva didn’t need the distraction of pomp and circumstances to take away from the monumental task she had in front of her. There was no bigger victory for someone than Methuselah, and Minerva was going to slay the dragon.)

Rich Russillo: For weeks, Minerva attacked and provoked the Chairman, Methuselah, challenging him to a match at Pain for Pride, and for weeks, Methuselah brushed her off as if she were nothing. He relentlessly trolled Minerva, buried himself under her skin, and attempted to force his way into the EAW Championship match that we watched take place on Night One.

Persephone: Personally, I still think Minerva should have left things alone so we could all watch Captain Charisma force Methuselah to miss his first ever Pain for Pride, but whatever.

Rich Russillo: That was never an option for Minerva, Seph, and you know it. Minerva has experienced a tremendous amount of ups and downs this season, but defeating someone the caliber of Methuselah will allow her to end things on a high note.

Persephone: Oh yes! Beating someone who ate at The Last Supper is such a huge accomplishment for a young, vibrant 20-something!

(Persephone’s voice was laced with sarcasm, but only those watching could hear her. Minerva, who had made her way into the ring and taken off her jacket and hat, knew that this match was one of the biggest of her career.)

(Anyone who grew up wanting to become a wrestler had been a fan of Ryan Adams/Mr. DEDEDE/Methuselah at one point or another. Love him or hate him, he was a living legend and would always be considered the standard bearer. That was exactly why Minerva had targeted him, and now she had the chance to defeat him on the biggest stage there was.)

(She thought about that as her music faded out. She knew what was coming next.)

(‘Vent (Original Version’ by Baby Keem featuring Kendrick Lamar started to play.)

Bella Braxton: AND HER OPPONENT… RESIDING IN THE MOUNT ADAMS OBSERVATORY… WEIGHING IN AT 17 STONE… HE IS ‘THE OVERMAN’ METHUSELAH!!!!

(There was no flashy entrance for Methuselah, either. He simply didn’t care to have one. His presence was enough of an entrance to symbolize just how important this match was. While he would not admit it, ever to anyone, Minerva was a big-time opponent, and he knew that there would be satisfaction in not just beating her, but hurting her.)

(And Methuselah loved to hurt people.)

Rich Russillo: Despite everything that happened that led up to this match finally becoming official, it doesn’t appear that Methuselah is taking Minerva lightly. There is no condescending smile on his face, or even a flash of amusement in his otherwise cold eyes. He looks focused tonight.

Persephone: No, Rich. He looks ready to kill tonight.

(That couldn’t be argued; not by Rich or by anyone watching. Methuselah slid into the ring and slowly removed his leather duster, tossing it to the side and pulling at his elbow pads. Minerva didn’t flinch under his gaze, as Methuselah’s glare bore into her. She was as ready for this match as she would ever be.)

(The referee looked between the two competitors and didn’t bother reminding them of the rules. There wouldn’t be a point because both of them would break them.)

(He simply called for the bell.)

(DING! DING! DING!)

(So it began.)

Rich Russillo: Minerva knows that she can’t waste time and she heads right for Methuselah! She catches him in the stomach with her shoulder and forces him back against the ropes!

Persephone: The old man’s not having it and he shoves Minerva off him! She fires back with a forearm that catches him square in the jaw, but he simply shrugs it off. Methuselah moves off the ropes, but Minerva with a boot to the face! Methuselah staggers back and Minerva sweeps his legs out from under him! Methuselah is on his back and Minerva dives on top of him!

Rich Russillo: She’s throwing everything she’s got into those shots to the face, and Methuselah is desperate to cover up! He finally grabs Minerva by the hair, rips her off him, and scrambles to his feet! Minerva comes flying at him with another boot to the face, but he whips around and catches her from behind with a thunderous clothesline that turns her inside out!

Persephone: Methuselah is stomping the life out of her now, making sure to target her face and neck! Minerva finally moves, but Methuselah has the hair again. He picks her up and flings her into the corner, looking for a running corner clothesline, but Minerva leaps over him and he collides chest first into the turnbuckles!

Rich Russillo: She rolls him up from behind, but the momentum has Methuselah rolling over her, and now both are back to their feet! Methuselah with a wild left hand, that Minerva ducks, and she kicks him in the gut. She wraps her arm around his head and plants him with a spiked DDT!

(That was when Minerva paused and took her first real breath of the match. She knew there was no point in going for the cover, because a generic DDT wasn’t going to keep someone like Methuselah down for very long. In fact, he was already sitting up. Minerva placed a precise kick right to his chest and was going for a second when he caught her foot.)

(Methuselah maintained control as he stood up, but Minerva was prepared. She jumped, nailing him with a step-up enziguri and took off towards the ropes. She used the rebound to barrel towards Methuselah, who, of course, was back to his feet, and she took him down with a shoulder tackle. A beautiful leg drop across Methuselah’s throat followed, and then Minerva got an idea.)

(This was simply one of those situations where you had to take risks.)

Rich Russillo: I think Minerva is about to do something we don’t see her try very often! SHE’S GOING TO THE TOP!

Persephone: Wouldn’t it be great if this blew up in her face and she ended up breaking her neck?

Rich Russillo: Well, no. I don’t think anyone wants to see that.

Persephone: Well they suck then.

(Minerva, for as highly skilled as she was, was not known for her aerial prowess. However, coming into this match, she knew that she had to have a few tricks up her sleeve. She balanced herself on the top turnbuckle and quickly pulled both knee pads down. Checking to make sure Methuselah was still down, she took a leap of faith.)

Rich Russillo: DIVING DOUBLE KNEE DROP! Minerva landed right in the center of Methuselah’s chest and she grabs both legs for the cover!!!

Referee: OOONNNEEE!!!

Persephone: Of course, he kicked out at one.

(Minerva chuckled, having expected as much.)

(She sat back on her haunches, then slowly stood, putting her knee pads back in place and looking down at arguably the greatest wrestler to ever live. She pulled Methuselah into a sitting position by the hair, and kicked him in the back of the neck. She continued the onslaught of kicks for several seconds before snatching him up and tossing him into the corner. The chop she unleashed across his chest seemingly echoed throughout the sold-out stadium, and Minerva smiled at the nice, bright red mark she left. A flurry of chops followed before she went for an Irish whip.)

(Methuselah blocked and caught Minerva in the kisser with a back elbow. He went for an Irish whip of his own, but Minerva wasn’t having it. Turnabout is fair play, so Methuselah ate an elbow to the jaw, then one to the gut, and a step-up knee strike snapped his head back. Minerva raked her matte black fingernails across his face, before sending him into the ropes. She kicked the back of Methuselah’s knees, which forced him to kneel, and Minerva used the second rope as springboard, both of her knees meeting Methuselah’s back.)

(With Methuselah’s throat across the second rope, Minerva started to choke him. She used the ropes as leverage and planted one knee right on the back of his neck. The referee started to count, but Minerva wasn’t interested in playing fair. She knew that the referee was likely under Methuselah’s thumb, which meant this match would have a winner no matter what.)

(When the referee stopped counting, Minerva was satisfied that she was right in her assessment and continued choking the Chairman.)

(After another moment or two, Minerva finally relented. Methuselah flopped on his back and clutched his throat, sucking in mouthfuls of air to get his lungs working again. Minerva glared at him and kicked him in the face.)

(On that note, Methuselah rolled out of the ring.)

(Minerva knew he was looking to take control of the match by attempting to stop her momentum, but she was no rookie. Minerva simply stood back and waited for Methuselah to get up.)

(Finally, he did, and turned to look up at her inside the ring.)

Rich Russillo: MINERVA JUST LAUNCHED HERSELF THROUGH THE ROPES WITH A SUICIDE DIVE!

CRACK!!!!!

Persephone: Welp. I guess she didn’t see the chain Methuselah pulled from under the ring.

(Sure enough, Methuselah had a nasty looking chain wrapped around his fist. He had used it to clock Minerva upside the head as she’d been air-born. The Hall of Famer was sprawled on the outside, clutching her head, and Methuselah looked down at her and sneered.)

(Taking his time, he unwrapped the chain from his fist and let it dangle. It was the first thing Minerva saw as she sat up. Then, Methuselah was down on the ground with her and that chain found its way around her neck.)

(Panic flashed in Minerva’s eyes and instinctively, she grabbed for the chain. Methuselah tightened it around her neck and Minerva’s porcelain face turned bright red.)

(She was fighting to breathe and like the sadistic piece of shit he was, Methuselah loosened the noose.)

(Minerva fell forward and gasped, putting her hand to her throat. Methuselah tightened the chain and Minerva was strangled once again. She kicked and flailed, desperate to break free, but Methuselah was relentless. Right as Minerva was on the brink of passing out, he let go once again. Minerva fell on her face, but instead of going back to the choke, Methuselah pulled the chain from Minerva and doubled it.)

(Then he started to whip her.)

(The chain broke open Minerva’s exposed skin immediately. He criss-crossed her back until she started crawling away. Methuselah let her put the space between them before he closed the gap and settled down beside her. Methuselah grabbed her hair and pulled her anguished face up to his.)

Methuselah: (off-mic) Remember, circus freak. YOU wanted this.

(Minerva went to respond, but Methuselah didn’t care to listen. He placed the chain in her mouth and locked Minerva in a brutal, modified crossface.)

(This only heightened the pain Minerva was currently feeling in her back. She couldn’t even bite down on the chain, for fear of cracking her teeth. Methuselah was considerably superior to her when it came to strength, so Minerva had to be smart. She had to rely on her ability to survive the acts of cruelty she now knew were coming her way.)

(The story of her life.)

(Siobhan Destiny Vladislov had never had it easy. Labeled an ‘outcast’ among other, more harmful things, she had been the subject of peer abuse for most of her childhood. Escaping the reality of that, and morphing into Minerva hadn’t necessarily softened things for her. She’d had to fight to survive, doing things she no longer cared to speak about, all in an attempt just to just get through the day. Professional wrestling, a staple throughout her life, should have been her salvation, but of course, it hadn’t started off that way.)

(Minerva’s rags-to-riches story wasn’t unique; it did not separate her from her peers who had gone through similar things in their own pasts. But what it did do, was set her up for matches like this, and for predators like Methuselah.)

(She would just endure.)

(At the present moment, it was all that she could do.)

Rich Russillo: I find it odd that the referee hasn’t stepped in yet.

Persephone: Seriously? After Meth Head fired that one guy, no one wants to say shit to him. Besides, it’s not like he stopped Minerva from trying to kill Methuselah earlier. She was using the ropes to choke him and it’s not like a count was administered.

Rich Russillo: I guess I should have known that this would be that type of match, especially when you factor in how all of this began. Minerva struck at Fighting Spirit and never let up, not even when Methuselah decided to make a mockery out of her season.

Persephone: Personally, if I were her, I would have just dropped it after Captain Charisma told Methuselah he could either face Minerva or miss Pain for Pride. Forcing the owner of the company to miss his own event would have actually been fucking hilarious. Now I’m forced to see his leather looking skin and gray hair, and I’m sick about it to be honest.

Rich Russillo: :mjlol:

(When Methuselah released the submission, Minerva was not given the reprieve she had been hoping for. After being removed from her mouth, the chain went back around her throat. Methuselah got to his feet and started to drag Minerva around the ring by her neck.)

(She endured.)

(At the moment, his goal was to punish her, so Minerva grit her teeth. Methuselah slithered inside the ring like the disgusting serpent he was and very slowly he started to pull the chain.)

(Inch by inch, Minerva rose off the ground. She clawed at the chain and managed to slip a couple of fingers between it and her neck to alleviate at least some of the pressure.)

(For several agonizing seconds, Minerva hung there. Despite her lungs constricting and the excruciating ache in her chest, she saw flashbulbs going off all around her. Rage engulfed her because those images would become front page news the second Pain for Pride was over and she didn’t want to deal with that. She didn’t want to even see them.)

(Finding a second wind, Minerva swung her legs. The motion was enough to surprise Methuselah and his grip lessened by the tiniest fraction. Minerva got more momentum and using her core strength, she swung her legs up and flipped herself back into the ring.)

Rich Russillo: IMPRESSIVE STRENGTH AND AGILITY SHOWN BY MINERVA! EVEN METHUSELAH LOOKS SURPRISED!

Persephone: HE DOESN’T LOOK SURPRISED, STUPID! HE LOOKS PISSED OFF!!

Rich Russillo: SPEAR! SPEAR!! METHUSELAH JUST CUT MINERVA IN H-

Persephone: NOPE! THAT SACK OF SHIT DID NOT CONNECT BECAUSE MINERVA MOVED OUT OF THE WAY!! HE COLLIDES SHOULDER FIRST WITH THE RING POST AND MINERVA ROLLS HIM UP… ONLY TO LET GO AND CONNECT WITH A SINGLE LEG DROP KICK! SHE SNATCHES THE CHAIN UP, WRAPS IT AROUND HER FOOT, AND SHE’S STOMPING AWAY ON SENILE PAWPAW!!!

Rich Russillo: MINERVA IS BATTERING HIS FACE BUT METHUSELAH WISELY FLIPS ONTO HIS STOMACH!!! MINERVA TURNS HER ATTENTION TO THE BACK OF HIS HEAD AND SHE STOMPS HIM SO HARD I SEE BLOOD!!! MINERVA HAS NOW DRAWN BLOOD IN THIS MATCH AND SHE’S RELISHING IN IT!!!

Persephone: BUT SHE’S NOT CONTENT! SHE’S REMOVING THE CHAIN AND WRAPPING IT AROUND HER HEAD! WHAT IS THIS BITCH ABOUT TO DO???

(Remember, this was a situation where even a calculating, highly intelligent wrestler like Minerva had to take risks.)

Rich Russillo: MINERVA IS GOING BACK TO THE TOP ROPE AND LAUNCHES HERSELF INTO THE AIR!!!

Persephone: HOLY SHIT!!! SHE JUST DID A DIVING HEADBUTT AND STRUCK THE BACK OF METHUSELAH’S HEAD!!!

(Minerva flopped on her back, stunned. Bells were ringing inside her skull and her vision had gone blurry. In hindsight, wrapping the chain around her own head probably hadn’t been the smartest thing she’d ever done, but something inside her had just said ‘fuck it’.)

(It took her a moment to collect herself and once she did, she forced Methuselah onto his back and went for the cover.)

Referee: OOONNNEEE!!!

Referee: TTTTWWWWOOOO!!!!

Referee: TTTTTHHHH-

Rich Russillo: METHUSELAH KICKS OUT AT TWO!

Persephone: Ugh, I should have known it wouldn’t be over so quickly.

(The chain had slipped from Minerva’s head, but she didn’t bother to grab it. She rolled off Methuselah and pulled herself into a sitting position. In her heart, she knew that the match wasn’t even close to being done, but a small part of her had started to doubt. What exactly would it take to keep this man, this absolute monster, down for the long haul? Minerva was a student of the game, and she had certainly studied Methuselah. His threshold for pain and his stamina were unmatched. Short of killing him, Minerva didn’t have the specific answer yet, but in time, it would come.)

(She just had to endure.)

(Minerva rolled out of the ring and pulled Methuselah out. He landed on the ground with a thud and she grabbed him by the hair. Minerva pulled him towards the ring steps and lined up the shoulder that slammed into the ring post with the jagged edge of the steps. Now, she was going to inflict her brand of damage.)

(Minerva sprinted around the ring, wanting to build up as much momentum as possible. When she was within Methuselah’s range, she slid into a dropkick, and his shoulder was punctured courtesy of the steps. Minerva pounced on that injury and dug her fingernails into the wound, making a nice hole from which blood started to run.)

(That’s when Minerva’s own sadistic nature started to take over.)

(She kept working the wound on Methuselah’s left shoulder, until it was big enough she could stick her fingers in. Then, she started to rip it, tearing a huge laceration down the entirety of his arm. Methuselah’s eyes shot open at the pain that overtook his body. The feel of his flesh being so callously opened had roused him fully conscious and his right hand shot out, gripping Minerva’s throat.)

(Her eyes widened, but there was defiance in them.)

(A headbutt didn’t phase Methuselah, but a second one that landed right between his eyes did. He let go of Minerva and reached under the ring. Before he could get his hands on an object, Minerva pulled him back and latched onto his hair. She attempted to slam his face into the steps but Methuselah used his forearm to stop that from happening. He reached back, grabbing Minerva’s leg, and yanking her to the ground. The two struggled for control but Methuselah was able to overpower her and he peppered her with forearm shots to the face.)

(Minerva shoved her hands at his face and caught him in the eye with her thumb. Methuselah swore under his breath and clocked her right in the jaw. The shot was enough to completely stun Minerva and Methuselah hauled her up. Minerva was placed in position for a vertical suplex, but instead of slamming her down, Methuselah paused long enough for all of Minerva’s blood to rush to her head.)

(Precious seconds turned into a full-blown minute, then two… then three full minutes passed with Minerva being suspended upside down.)

(An inhumane smile crossed Methuselah’s lips.)

Persephone: HOLY SHIT!

Rich Russillo: METHUSELAH JUST SLAMMED MINERVA DOWN ONTO THE RING STEPS! THE BACK OF HER HEAD HIT HARD AND SHE MIGHT BE KNOCKED UNCONSCIOUS!

Persephone: Is it wrong for me to hope that’s the case? I mean, I’m not #TeamOld or anything, but I want to see some serious carnage. Like if I have to watch this match, I need the violence to seriously escalate.

(Persephone was about to get her wish.)

(Minerva was not completely knocked out, but with the self-inflicted damage she had done earlier thanks to the headbutt, she was concussed. The blow to the back of her skull had rattled her, and Methuselah easily picked up on that. He was a vulture that was ready to eat. He pulled Minerva off the steps and flipped her over, so she was on her stomach.)

(Then he picked up the steps.)

(Methuselah smashed the steps into the back of Minerva’s head until it was covered in blood. He would have flattened it if he didn’t want the satisfaction of pinning her in the middle of the ring. The steps were flung up the ramp and Minerva was pulled into the ring.)

Persephone: Why is this fool not going for the pin? Minerva is literally dead. We all just watched him commit a murder using blunt force trauma.

Rich Russillo: I think Methuselah respects Minerva’s fortitude more than he lets on, and when it comes to this particular event, she’s been virtually untouchable.I’m not sure if he believes he’s done enough to her, yet.

Persephone: So you think Methuselah is so old that his brittle bones couldn’t hold down an actual dead body right now?

Rich Russillo: :whoa: That is NOT what I said at all!

Persephone: You implied it.

(Methuselah had gone to the turnbuckles and started to loosen the padding. One by one they fell by the wayside, until one corner of the ring was completely exposed. He turned back to Minerva and pulled her into the corner. Methuselah stood her up, hooking her arms on the ropes so her dead weight would hold.)

(Then he backed up and took off.)

(Somehow, some way, Minerva had the presence of mind to get her feet up. Methuselah was stopped in his tracks and Minerva was able to push out of the corner, slip between his legs, and drop him face first into the exposed turnbuckle.)

(He slipped down to the second one, striking his forehead on that one as well, and suffered a similar fate with the third and final one.)

(Minerva collapsed on the ground, a few feet from Methuselah. So far she had endured, but now she needed to breathe.)

(So she closed her eyes and started to breathe.)

(In her head, Minerva started to count. She decided to give herself exactly ten seconds.)

(One…)

(Two…)

(Three…)

(Four…)

(Five…)

(Six…)

(Seven…)

(Eight…)

(Nine…)

(Ten.)

(With the crowd urging her on, Minerva slowly sat up. She had lost a lot of blood and was feeling the effects of that. She was light-headed and her vision was blurred. If it weren’t for the crowd, she wasn’t confident she could remember where she was.)

(But she did.)

(She was at Pain for Pride and she was in the ring with Methuselah. Thus far, it had been a grueling match and Minerva’s head was pounding. She knew her injuries were severe, no doubt about that, and when she touched the back of her head, she knew she would need stitches, or perhaps staples. She couldn’t be sure.)

(But what she was sure of is that Methuselah wasn’t breathing down her neck anymore. A cautious peek around the ring told her that he was curled up in the fetal position, over in the exposed corner directly behind her. Minerva managed to turn around and then clawed her way towards him. Her hand gripped his foot and she tugged, willing him to move. He was dead weight at the moment and she certainly wasn’t at full strength.)

(A desperate need to finish the match could be seen in her piercing blue eyes but she knew he was too close to the ropes.)

(Another tug did absolutely nothing and Minerva sank back, burying her face in her bloody hands.)

(It only took her a second to decide what to do.)

(She rolled out of the ring.)

(Minerva landed on the ground with a thud but the pain barely registered. That was nothing compared to the torture she had already been through. Perhaps a little piece of her had underestimated just how much she could take, but she wasn’t willing to admit that to herself just yet.)

(Minerva brushed her hand under the ring and grabbed the first thing she felt. It was a paper bag filled with something and she sighed with relief at the contents. With great determination, Minerva pulled herself back in the ring, right beside Methuselah. He was breathing heavily and pawing at the massive laceration he had on his left arm, the one Minerva had ripped open with her own bare hands.)

(Minerva slammed a fist into his face and grabbed his arm. Her other hand dumped out the paper bag and hundreds of gold thumbtacks spilled onto the mat.)

(She picked one up and pushed it into Methuselah’s damaged arm. Then she picked up a second one and a third. Minerva continued until the entire wound was filled with thumbtacks and Methuselah never mounted a defense against it. Minerva wasn’t sure how to take that, so when she reached for more thumbtacks, Methuselah sat up.)

(His eyes were wide and manic, but Minerva stared him down. A slow, rather eerie smile crossed his face and then he looked at his arm.)

(Minerva gasped.)

Persephone: METH HEAD JUST RIPPED THOSE THUMBTACKS OUT OF HIS ARM WITH HIS TEETH AND SPIT THEM IN MINERVA’S FACE!

Rich Russillo: MINERVA IS IN PURE SHOCK AS METHUSELAH IS GETTING TO HIS FEET! HE REACHES FOR HER HAIR AND SLINGS MINERVA CLEAR ACROSS THE RING!

Persephone: MINERVA JUST BOUNCED OFF THE TURNBUCKLES AND METHUSELAH IS ON HER!! HE SHOVES HER FACE INTO HIS BLOODY WOUND AND HE’S TRYING TO DROWN HER!!! HAVE YOU EVER SEEN ANYONE DROWN IN BLOOD, RICH???

Rich Russillo: Uh, no?

Persephone: Well I have and it’s fucking FANTASTIC! IT’S ALSO GREAT WATCHING THIS FUCKING CORPSE PICK MINERVA UP AND SLAM HER INTO THE CORNER WITH A TURNBUCKLE POWERBOMB!!!

Rich Russillo: METHUSELAH MAINTAINS CONTROL OF MINERVA AND MAKES HIS WAY AROUND THE RING! MINERVA IS POWERBOMBED ON ALL FOUR TURNBUCKLES BUT HE’S NOT LETTING HER GO!!!

Persephone: THIS FOOL HAS SNAPPED!!! HE’S JUST HOLDING ONTO MINERVA AND POWERBOMBING HER INTO THE MAT OVER AND OVER! THIS IS INSANE!!!

Rich Russillo: MINERVA HAS GONE LIMP IN HIS ARMS AND METHUSELAH SLAMS HER DOWN ON THE BACK OF HER HEAD!!! MINERVA WAS ALREADY BUSTED OPEN BACK THERE BUT MORE BLOOD IS POOLING AROUND HER HEAD. METHUSELAH FLIPS MINERVA OVER AND HE’S SHOVING HER FACE IN THE BLOOD!!!

Persephone: HE’S HOLDING HER DOWN BY THE NECK AND SLAMMING HIS KNUCKLES INTO THE BACK OF HER SKULL!!!

Rich Russillo: MINERVA IS BARELY MOVING AT THIS POINT AND THE REFEREE IS CHECKING ON HER!

Persephone: BUT METHUSELAH SHOVES HIM AWAY!! HE’S NOT DONE TORTURING THIS BITCH AND I AM SO HERE FOR IT!

Rich Russillo: AS IF HIS KNUCKLES WEREN’T ENOUGH, METHUSELAH IS NOW SLAMMING HIS OWN FOREHEAD INTO MINERVA’S!!!

Persephone: Bruh….

Rich Russillo: I HAVE NO IDEA IF METHUSELAH IS BUSTED OPEN OR NOT! HIS FACE IS A MESS! HE LOOKS COMPLETELY STUNNED AT THE MOMENT AND HE’S SITTING BACK.

Persephone: MINERVA IS A CRUMPLED LUMP ON THE MAT AND METHUSELAH LOOKS LIKE HE’S IN A TRANCE! Like seriously, Rich. What the fuck?

Rich Russillo: I wish I knew.

(A hush had fallen over the crowd because the fans in attendance weren’t entirely sure what to think about the brutality that had just been displayed. On one hand, Methuselah and Minerva both had reputations of being some of the most sadistic individuals to dwell in the land of Elite.)

(On the other hand, Methuselah’s dead eyes were chilling.)

(A close-up of his face was splashed across all of the HD video screens inside Camp Nou. Methuselah did not look like himself. He had always been so expressive inside the ring, but not at the moment.)

(His face was blank.)

(To the shock of many, Minerva had started to twitch. The very fact she was moving after the attack she had just endured was a true testament to her heart and courage.)

Rich Russillo: How is she moving right now? How??

Persephone: Glutton for punishment I guess.

(Minerva managed to roll over onto her stomach and pull her knees to her chest. She wanted to rise. She wanted to stand. She wanted to silence any critic that had doubted her this season. She placed her hands flat on the match and pushed.)

Rich Russillo: ‘PAINFULLY EVER AFTER’!!! THE CURB STOMP CONNECTS AND METHUSELAH FLIPS MINERVA OVER AND COVERS HER!!!

Referee: OOONNNEEE!!!

Referee: TTTTWWWWOOOO!!!!

Referee: TTTTTHHHHHRRRRREEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

Persephone: SHE GOT HER FUCKING SHOULDER UP!!! MINERVA IS STILL ALIVE!!!

(And now…Methuselah was pissed.)

(Minerva wasn’t in good shape and getting her shoulder up had been done purely on instinct. She wasn’t aware of the bloodied, angry Methuselah who was staring daggers at her. The only thing Minerva knew and understood is that the referee was checking on her, and she could only assume he was asking if she wanted to continue.)

Minerva: (off-mic and whispering) Yes.

(The referee sat back, unable to meet Methuselah’s gaze. Methuselah gripped at his hair before he stood up, and walked over to the corner. Something was brewing in the deep recesses of his mind.)

(Time continued to pass, allowing Minerva a chance to recover. She moved her body just enough to give the referee enough encouragement to keep the match going. Methuselah had perched himself on the top turnbuckle, watching and waiting.)

(This match was now a game of cat and mouse.)

(Minerva pushed herself up and looked around. Confusion clouded her bloody face when she did not see Methuselah.)

(She felt his presence before she laid her eyes on him. Methuselah had left his throne and was now standing above Minerva. She turned around and looked up, seeing a man who despite looking like a car crash victim, was standing tall and proud. That enraged her as memories of the match came flooding back.)

(Despite her entire body shaking, Minerva forced herself up.)

(She would not stand down.)

(The crowd quieted down as the two sweaty, blood soaked warriors looked at one another. There was no respect between them, only anger and resentment. It was Methuselah who broke their staredown and nodded his head.)

Methuselah: (off-mic) Let’s start over.

Minerva: (off-mic) What?

Methuselah: (off-mic) You heard me.

(Minerva just stared at him.)

Persephone: Methuselah is calling for a test of strength :mjlol:

(Minerva looked up at his hand, which was high in the air. What else could she do but roll her eyes? The weeks leading up to this match involved Methuselah incessantly trolling her, and even now, even after everything they had been through so far in the match, he still wanted to mock her. He still wanted to point out what he deemed to be her inadequacies. A look of frustration crossed Minerva’s face and she shook her head.)

Rich Russillo: Minerva is refusing to do things Methuselah’s way. She kicks him in the gut and looks for a swinging neckbreaker! Methuselah manages to twist out of the way, grabs Minerva by the hair, and whips her into the corner. He charges forward, looking for a running big boot, but Minerva moves and his leg gets caught on the top rope!

Persephone: Minerva drops down and rolls him up, but Methuselah rolls through and both scramble to their feet. Minerva tries for an armdrag, but the old bag of bones throws a stiff forearm that catches her in the jaw.

Rich Russillo: Minerva stumbles back and Methuselah forces her back against the ropes. He bends Minerva backwards and unloads a massive chop right across her chest. Methuselah chops her again, before taking the wrist and tosses Minerva into the ropes. He catches her on the rebound wi-

Persephone: NO! Minerva ducks the clothesline attempt, nails Methuselah’s brittle jaw with an elbow, and manages the arm-drag! She keeps control of the arm and transitions into an armbar! Methuselah is writhing on the mat and stretching out, trying to touch the ropes, but Minerva has that submission cinched in pretty tight! Maybe she will snap his arm right off!!!

Rich Russillo: Methuselah is in the center of the ring, thanks to Minerva’s awareness of her surroundings, but he’s able to bring his arm up and grab onto his other one. He’s keeping Minerva from extending out that submission and that’s smart. That’s real smart.

Persephone: It’s also unfortunate because I would love to see this fucker tap out.

Rich Russillo: There’s no way that’s going to happen, Seph, not even this late into the match where now they have decided to actually wrestle :mjlol:. Methuselah has his hands locked now, and Minerva has swung her legs over him! Minerva releases the hold but that’s so she can batter him with this barrage of forearms! Minerva is teeing off on Methuselah right now and this crowd is loving it!

Persephone: I love the fact all this blood is flying :drakelike:. Since they’re not trying to murder each other anymore, they may as well just beat each other up!

(It was undeniable to everyone watching that there was a lot of anger and downright resentment in Minerva’s shots. She wanted to unleash everything she felt onto Methuselah and it felt good. The fact he covered up only spurred her on. Minerva summoned all of her energy and took Methuselah’s head into her hands.)

(The first crack of his skull onto the mat brought a smile to her face.)

(The second crack of his skull onto the mat caused her to throw her head back and laugh.)

(The third crack of his skull onto the mat forced her icy blue eyes open and she stared down at her prey. When Methuselah looked into her eyes, Minerva spit right in his face. Her hands wrapped around his throat and her black polished nails dug into his skin. Strangulation would never be anyone’s preferred way to die, but it would be fitting for someone as vile as Methuselah.)

(Besides, tit or tat. It was payback for trying to strangle her with the chain so early into the match.)

(Minerva tightened her grip around Methuselah’s throat and squeezed. She put everything she was feeling behind it. Methuselah gasped for air as his eyes shot open. Minerva sensed that his ‘fight or flight’ instincts were about to kick in. She was not surprised when his calloused hand gripped her hair and slung her off. She was back to her feet in a flash. Methuselah rolled away from her, but Minerva seized him by the foot. He kicked out, catching her with his free leg, and kicked her again, this time connecting with her knee. Minerva swore as she lost her grip on Methuselah and he pulled himself out of the ring.)

Persephone: Well that proved to be rather anticlimactic.

Rich Russillo: I think it just goes to show how experienced Methuselah is, even when he’s clearly seen better days.

Persephone: Well what do you expect? He’s been wrestling since dinosaurs were alive.

Rich Russillo: That said, look at Minerva. She’s not interested in wasting any time. She’s taken herself to the top rope AND THERE SHE GOES!!! DIVING CROSSBODY CATCHES METHUSELAH RIGHT AS HE WAS STANDING UP AND MINERVA HAS TAKEN HIM DOWN!

Persephone: MINERVA IS UP AND SHE’S GOT METH-HEAD BY THE GRAY HAIR! SHE’S DRAGGING HIM TO THE RINGSTEPS AND SLAMS HIS FACE INTO THEM! METHUSELAH PUSHES HIMSELF UP BUT MINERVA WITH A DROP TOE-HOLD AND HE SLAMS INTO THE STEPS AGAIN! THESE STEPS HAVE CERTAINLY PROVEN TO BE WEAPONS TONIGHT!

Rich Russillo: MINERVA IS STOMPING AT THE BACK OF HIS HEAD NOW! METHUSELAH IS IN TROUBLE! SHE’S NOT LETTING UP EVEN THOUGH THE CHAIRMAN ISN’T MOUNTING MUCH OF A FIGHT! MINERVA RIPS METHUSELAH FROM THE STEPS AND SHE’S SMILING!

Persephone: BECAUSE THERE’S BLOOD, RICH! MINERVA HAS DRAWN FRESH BLOOD :blessed: :blessed: :blessed:! SHE THROWS GRANDPA INTO THE RING POST AND HE COLLAPSES ON THE GROUND! MINERVA PULLS HIM UP, MARCHES AROUND THE RING, AND THROWS HIM INTO THE SECOND RING POST! METHUSELAH DROPS TO A KNEE, BUT MINERVA’S NOT ABOUT TO LET HIM GO! SHE BRINGS HIM BACK UP, PULLS HIM TOWARDS THE THIRD RINGPOST AND INTO IT HE GOES!

Rich Russillo: SHE PULLS METHUSELAH TOWARDS HER AND TAKES OFF RUNNING! SHE ABSOLUTELY FLATTENS HIM AGAINST THE FOURTH AND FINAL RING POST, AND METHUSELAH MIGHT BE OUT OF IT!

(Minerva took a deep breath and looked down at the bloodied Chairman. He appeared to be unconscious, but she knew better. Methuselah was a one of a kind opponent and the fury she had just unleashed on him was nothing compared to what she knew she needed to do to keep him down for good.)

(Keeping him down for good was the goal, after all. Minerva had started this war for a reason and she planned to win it.)

(Despite the concussion and all the injuries she had already accumulated, Minerva was feeling reborn at the moment. Adrenaline had taken over, dulling her pain and the absolute roaring inside her head. She knew that the concussion alone was severe enough to take a year or two off her career, but she no longer cared. The only thing on her mind was ending this monster that was sprawled at her feet.)

(Minerva took a deep breath and she pulled Methuselah up. She slammed his face against the ring apron before she rolled him back into the ring. Reaching underneath it, Minerva pulled a chair out and slid it into the ring. It wasn’t the most creative weapon, but she could do her fair share of damage with it.)

(Once in the ring, she trapped Methuselah’s leg in the chair and started stomping on it. She knew about his medical history and the history he had with his knee. It was the perfect target for someone like Minerva.)

(To his credit, Methuselah fought through the onslaught. He scratched and clawed his way to the ropes, and did his best to shake the chair off. Minerva finally removed it but only to raise it up and bring it crashing down on his leg. Methuselah gripped his knee and rolled around, trying to get out of the way. Minerva was relentless in her pursuit, following him and striking him with the chair.)

(Methuselah reached the corner, the one he had pulled the turnbuckles from earlier, and tried to pull himself up. Minerva allowed it, but as soon as he was standing on one leg, she wrapped the chair across his lower back. She struck him in the back of the head, then went for the injured left arm. She bent the chair almost in half from the force of the blow to the arm and satisfied, she kicked the back of his knee and sent him to the ground.)

(Minerva propped Methuselah in the corner and used the ropes to position the chair directly across the back of his head. She backed up and then nailed him in the skull with a running dropkick. Methuselah’s face and head was crushed between the chair and the exposed steel and Minerva pulled him out of the corner. She stacked him up in the middle of the ring and the referee dropped down to count.)

Referee: OOONNNEEE!!!

Referee: TTTTWWWWOOOO!!!!

Referee: TTTTTHHHHHRRRRREE-

(Minerva closed her eyes and bit back a scream of frustration.)

Rich Russillo: This match continues on because Methuselah got the shoulder up. At this point, I don’t know what it’s going to take for either one of them to put the other away.

Persephone: She should just slit his throat.

Rich Russillo: I think Minerva wants to win this match the old-fashioned way, with a pinfall or a submission, Seph.

Persephone: You do realize that most of the time Bella says a match on Voltage can be won by pinfall, submission, or death, right?

(Rich could not argue with that. Voltage was arguably the most lax brand in the land of Elite, due in part to Captain Charisma’s rich history with the Hardcore Championship. It went without saying that the men and women who competed on Voltage were a different breed, and Minerva was a product of that. For years, she had called Voltage her home and had participated in some of the most barbaric match-ups the sport had ever seen. This time around, she had an opponent who was more than versed in the art of deathmatch wrestling.)

(Methuselah was a former Hardcore Champion in his own right, not to mention, he was Methuselah. The man, Ryan Adams, was the absolute greatest to ever live, and there was no use in anyone arguing that. His resume stood the test of time, generations, and everything else in between. For almost 20 years he had been a staple of all things EAW, and had been competitive in every single era. The term ‘once in a generation’ was tossed around like candy these days, but only one person could honestly say that about himself.)

(It was Methuselah.)

(Minerva had to put him away. Desperation clawed at her, and for the first time in a very long time, she felt completely unsure of what to do. She just shook her head as Methuselah slithered away from her, and crawled into the corner. All Minerva could do was watch as he pulled himself up and tried to get himself back together. She refused to succumb to her own frustrations, because that would lead to mistakes, and Minerva had come too far to make a mistake now.)

(She stood up, and as she did, Methuselah turned around. Minerva knew there were two sides to this man. One version was the Methuselah who wore his emotions like a badge of honor; he was so expressive inside the ring. The other version was the one she was staring at now; the blank faced competitor who let nothing show. Minerva couldn’t tell if he was fatigued, suffering, injured, or if he had another hour or two left in the tank.)

(Trying to figure it out was making her tired and Minerva hesitated instead of stepping forward.)

Rich Russillo: SPEAR!!! SPEAR!!!! METHUSELAH JUST CAU-

Persephone: SHE ANTICIPATED IT! MINERVA WITH A STEP UP KNEE STRIKE RIGHT AS METHUSELAH WAS GOING FOR THE FINISH!

Rich Russillo: HE’S STILL ON HIS FEET! METHUSELAH IS BEING HAMMERED WITH PUNCHES AND STRIKES, BUT HE’S NOT GOING DOWN! HE USES HIS HANDS TO GRAB MINERVA BY THE NECK AND HE LIFTS HER IN THE AIR!

Persephone: MINERVA IS FIGHTING HIM! SHE IS USING HER KNEE TO NAIL HIM IN THE CHEST! HE TOSSES HER INTO THE CORNER BUT MINERVA REMAINS ON HER FEET! SHE COMES FLYING AT PAWPAW, GRABS HIM IN A HEADLOCK!

Rich Russillo: ‘TWILIGHT’!!!! THE INVERTED FACELOCK ELBOW DROP HAS TAKEN DOWN METHUSELAH BUT HE RISES RIGHT BACK UP BEFORE MINERVA CAN DO ANYTHING ELSE!

Persephone: METHUSELAH IS SHAKING HIS HEAD AT MINERVA, WHO IS BACK ON THE OFFENSE! SHE CONTINUES TO BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF HIM BUT NOW BOTH OF THEM ARE BACK ON THEIR FEET! METHUSELAH BLASTS HER WITH A MASSIVE FOREARM, WHICH HAS MINERVA REELING, AND HE RUNS FOR THE ROPES!

Rich Russillo: MINERVA FOLLOWS HIM AND HITS HIM WITH A CLOTHESLINE, SENDING METHUSELAH UP AND OVER THE ROPES!

Persephone: DID THIS MOTHERFUCKER JUST SKIN THE CAT???

Rich Russillo: Hold up. You know what that term means???

Persephone: DUH! It means you hang on when someone clotheslines you and flip yourself back into the ring. I may hate wrestling, but I do know what shit means.

Rich Russillo: Well Minerva’s not impressed with Methuselah’s agility and greets him with a forearm to the back of the neck!

Persephone: Methuselah whips around AND CATCHES MINERVA WITH A SPINNING BACK FIST! MINERVA WAS CAUGHT OFF GUARD AND NOW THE OLD HAS HER IN THE BUTTERFLY SUPLEX POSITION!

Rich Russillo: THE THROW VERSION OF ‘METH FX’ CONNECTS BUT METHUSELAH IS NOT DONE! MINERVA IS SCOOPED UP IN ‘METH FX’ ONCE AGAIN AND TOSSED ACROSS THE RING!

Persephone: THIS IS AMAZING! ‘METH FX’ CONNECTS AGAIN AND THIS TIME IT WAS THE BACKBREAKER VERSION! MINERVA IS GRIPPING HER LOWER BACK, WHILE METHUSELAH HAS STARTED TO BREATHE HEAVILY AND HE GRABS HER ONCE AGAIN! ‘METH FX BOMBER’!!!

Rich Russillo: THE DOUBLE UNDERHOOK POWERBOMB SPLATTERS MINERVA ON THE MAT AND METHUSELAH HOLDS HER THERE FOR A PIN!!!

Referee: OOONNNEEE!!!

Persephone: LMFAO! THIS BITCH KICKED OUT AT ONE! LOOK AT THE OLD’S FACE, RICH! HE’S ABSOLUTELY LIVID!!!!

Rich Russillo: METHUSELAH IS POUNDING THE MAT IN FRUSTRATION AND THE REFEREE LOOKS SCARED FOR HIS LIFE! METHUSELAH IS UP AND HE HAS THE REFEREE BY THE SHIRT COLLAR! HE IS TAKING HIS ANGER FOR MINERVA OUT ON THIS POOR GUY BUT HE DID NOTHING WRONG! MINERVA CLEARLY KICKED OUT AT ONE!

Persephone: LOOK! LOOK! MINERVA FROM BEHIND! SHE ROLLS METHUSELAH UP AND HANGS ON TO THE TIGHTS!!!

Referee: OOONNNEEE!!!

Referee: TTTTWWWWOOOO!!!!

Referee: TTTTTHHHHHRRRRREEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

Rich Russillo: METHUSELAH KICKS OUT RIGHT AS THE REFEREE’S HAND WAS ABOUT TO HIT THE MAT! HE SCRAMBLES TO HIS FEET AND GOES RIGHT FOR THE SPEAR!

Persephone: MINERVA MOVES OUT OF THE WAY BUT METHUSELAH PUTS THE BRAKES ON! MINERVA CATCHES HIM FROM BEHIND WITH AN INVERTED NECKBREAKER. SHE LEAPS ON THE ROPES AND GOES FOR ‘HELL’S BELLS’!!!!

Rich Russillo: THE SPLIT-LEGGED MOONSAULT DOESN’T CONNECT BECAUSE METHUSELAH JUST CAUGHT HER! HE HAS MINERVA OVER HIS SHOULDER AND HEADS FOR THE EXPOSED CORNER!

Persephone: METHUSELAH LOOKS TO DROP MINERVA FACE FIRST ACROSS THE TURNBUCKLE, BUT SHE SLIPS OUT OF HIS GRIP AND SHOVES HIM CHEST FIRST INTO THE CORNER! METHUSELAH GRABS HIS CHEST AND STUMBLES BACK, RIGHT INTO ‘THE SIREN’S LONELY SONG’!!!!

Rich Russillo: NO! METHUSELAH SENSED IT COMING AND WENT DEADWEIGHT! MINERVA DROPS HIM AND HE’S ROLLING OUT OF THE RING! MINERVA FOLLOWS HIM BUT METHUSELAH HAS SOMETHING IN HIS HANDS!!! HOLY SHIT!

(Methuselah had pulled out the Winged Metatron’s Cube.)

Persephone: HE SWINGS WILDLY AT MINERVA, WHO THROWS HERSELF TO THE GROUND! IF THAT WOULD HAVE CONNECTED, HE WOULD HAVE DECAPITATED HER!

Rich Russillo: MINERVA HAS GOT TO GET THAT OUT OF METHUSELAH’S HANDS SOMEHOW, BECAUSE IF HE HITS HER WITH THAT, THIS MATCH IS OVER! THAT IS ONE OF THE DEADLIEST WEAPONS WE HAVE EVER SEEN HERE IN EAW, AND THE MAN YIELDING IT KNOWS THAT!

(As Minerva looked behind her, she saw her season flash before her eyes; the feud with Raven that reopened old wounds, the back and forth with Drake King, the failed attempt at making history against Joso. The absolute agony of being alone on Dynasty, with no one to turn to, and the memory of how last year, at this very event, Minerva lost her undefeated streak.)

(Methuselah was stalking her and Minerva did the only thing she could do at that moment.)

(She ran.)

(It was not a coward’s move. It was a smart move. She had already endured so much punishment in this match, but so had her opponent. As desperate as Minerva was to win, she now knew that Methuselah was feeling exactly the same, hence him going for that weapon. He was ready for that knockout blow that would put them both out of their misery.)

— PLEASE DRAMATICALLY PAUSE ON THIS TLA —

(Whenever the crowd, the ringside personnel, Methuselah, and Minerva would think back on this match years later, the next few minutes would always play in slow motion.)

— NOW YOU CAN END THE DRAMATIC PAUSE TLA —

(Minerva slid into the ring and forced herself to forget about her pain. She had long ago lost the ability to see clearly thanks to her concussion, but she trusted her instincts. Methuselah followed her, but Minerva caught him on the slide in, and stomped on the hand that was holding the Metatron’s Cube.)

(She attempted to reach for it, but Methuselah clamped his mouth around her arm and bit her, taking a page out of his Mauler’s book. Minerva shrieked, more from shock than anything, and now Methuselah was on his feet in the ring. He swung the staff, looking to connect, but Minerva dodged it at the last second. It hit the ropes, bounced off, and nearly hit Methuselah on the rebound.)

(It was that powerful; able to take out its owner if need be.)

(The experienced Demiurge managed to control the power of it, but nearly dropped to his knees when Minerva leapt on his back. She locked in a sleeper and held on tight, wanting nothing more than to knock that staff from his hands. Methuselah refused to allow his legs to buckle and used his free hand to rip Minerva off of him by the hair and fling her across the ring.)

(Minerva pulled herself up right as Methuselah came charging, and once again, she was able to duck the knockout blow.)

(This time, Methuselah controlled the momentum of the Metatron’s Cube, and whirled around. It nearly caught Minerva, who threw herself to the ground. Methuselah slammed the staff down, and this time, one of the wings grazed her skin, slicing a line down her side. Blood started to flow but Minerva ignored it.)

(Methuselah seemed determined to kill her.)

(She sat up and eyed him, and started to scoot back into the corner. A sick smile crossed Methuselah’s face as he descended on her. Minerva felt her back hit the ringpost, and she knew there was nowhere else for her to go. This was the end, and all Minerva could do was throw her hands up as Methuselah raised the Winged Metatron’s Cube high in the air.)

Rich Russillo: THE METATRON’S CUBE JUST CONNECTED W-

Persephone: WITH THE RINGPOST! MINERVA SCOOTED OUT OF THE CORNER AND ONTO THE FLOOR! SHE DIVES BACK INTO THE RING BEFORE METHUSELAH CAN MAKE SENSE OF WHAT JUST HAPPENED AND THERE IS A LOW BLOW!

Rich Russillo: THE WINGED METATRON’S CUBE SLIPS FROM METHUSELAH’S HANDS AND MINERVA GRABS IT!

Persephone: METHUSELAH MOVES OUT OF THE CORNER, HOLDING HIS JUNK, AND GLARES AT MINERVA!

(That piercing glare turned into wide-eyed horror as Methuselah realized what was in Minerva’s hands.)

(She let out a cry; a cry that pierced the night in Barcelona, Spain.)

Methuselah: (off-mic) Well done, Gypsy whore. You found my achilles.

(Everything Minerva had felt all season long had gone into that battlecry and she swung the staff.)

(Methuselah simply closed his eyes.)

Rich Russillo: THE METATRON’S CUBE CONNECTS ON METHUSELAH AND HE CRUMBLES TO THE GROUND!

Persephone: HE’S DEAD! HE’S DEAD! HE’S HEAD! PRAISE WRESTLING JESUS! METHUSELAH IS DEAD! :blessed: :blessed: :blessed:!!!!!

Rich Russillo: MINERVA RUSHES TO METHUSELAH AND LOCKS HIM A VARIATION OF ‘THE SIREN’S LONELY SONG’!!! SHE’S CINCHED IN THE LABELL LOCK AND THE REFEREE IS CHECKING ON METHUSELAH!

(There was nothing to check on, however. Methuselah was out. Minerva putting in the LaBell Lock was simply an insurance policy.)

Persephone: THAT’S IT! THIS MATCH IS OVER!!!

(DING! DING! DING!)

Bella Braxton: AND HERE’S YOUR WINNER BY KNOCKOUT… ‘THE BLACK ROSE’ MINERVA!!!

(The crowd erupted as ‘Blood, Milk, & Sky’ started to play over the stadium’s massive sound system. Minerva let go of the hold and collapsed beside Methuselah. She was aware of the referee trying to raise her hand, but she had no energy left to sit up and soak in her victory. At the moment, she wanted to sleep. Pain and exhaustion overcame her and she closed her eyes. There was the slightest smile on her face as the world around her went completely dark.)

(The Voltage medical staff had already made their way to the ring, splitting up to check on both competitors. Methuselah was being helped into a sitting position because the bastard had already woken up. He pushed a paramedic away so he could look at Minerva, and there was a small bit of satisfaction seeing that she was in a worse state than he was at the moment. The difference between them is that Minerva would bounce back quicker, while these injuries would add to the restlessness Methuselah felt deep in bones and just add more agony to his already sleepless nights.)

Rich Russillo: I am absolutely in awe of both Minerva and Methuselah, Persephone. They tore one another pieces for a match that had nothing on the line but their own individual pride. In the end, Minerva found the solution, which ended up being the Metatron’s Cube, and now she has another bigtime victory to go alongside her wins over Jamie O’Hara, Kassidy Heart, and Drake King.

Persephone: What can I say other than she endured?

(Methuselah was being helped from the ring when Minerva finally came to. She slowly set up, allowed the dizziness to pass, and brushed off the staff that were tending to her. She wanted to watch as Methuselah was led away from the ring.)

(The win was one thing, but knowing that Methuselah had seen his defeat coming was the real victory. She would never forget his words; ‘you found my achilles.’)

(That gave Minerva enough strength to rise to her knees and throw her hands in the air.)

(She had found his achilles because she had endured his pain.)

(It was as simple as that.)

(One last shot was taken of Methuselah disappearing to the back, while Minerva sat in the ring, overcome with emotion.)

(Then Pain for Pride faded out and into a promotional ad.)

(A promotional ad plays for the annual EAW Draft Show, live from Los Angeles, California! Tune in to see where your favorite Elitists land!)

( It returns from commercial break to a frontal shot of the Dynasty commentary team. )

Jake Mercer: What an incredible three days it has been here in Barcelona. It has been as action-filled as we expected, and I can’t believe that I am saying that we only have one match left!

Stew-O: One match left and just like that, we’ve already made it to the nineteenth season. Who would’ve thought!

Flannery McCoy: But, before we head into the main event of Pain for Pride 18 Day Three, I think it is time we let the EAW Universe into next year’s Pain for Pride.

Jake Mercer: Yes! This year, Elite Answers Wrestling made history by making this the first international Pain for Pride here in Barcelona, and with how successful this event has been, EAW has decided to host it beyond the United States yet again…

Flannery McCoy: And this time… It takes place in the North!

( A second promotional ad begins to play and it shows a variety of action shots of Adam Lucas, Hans Grayson, Xander Payne, Veena Adams, Michael Machina, and Dr. Bethany Blue. In between, it flashes shots alongside shots of a city skyline and buildings.

( It continues to flash prominent elitists on the screen before panning over the venue, and shooting up to reveal a tower. The tower then morphs into the Pain for Pride XIX Logo. )

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( PAIN FOR PRIDE XIX: TORONTO )

(The final matchcard of the night is shown off, causing the fans to cheer.)

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(Cameras cut to Stephie Love in the ring, smiling as she gears up to introduce the Day 3 main event, and the final match of Pain for Pride weekend!)

Stephie Love: LAAAADIEEEES AAAAAAND GENTLEMEEEEEEN!!!

Crowd: KWJSBDJWJDBDJKJBENENDBDKEKMEEMMS!!!

Stephie Love: The following contest is a triple threat match scheduled for….

Crowd: # UNA CAÍDA!

Stephie Love: Aaaaaaand it is for the EAW WOOOOOORLD HEEEAAAAVYWEEEIIIGHT CHAAAAAMPIIIOOOOOONSHIIIIIIP!!!

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

(And right off the bat, ‘LIKE WEEZY’ by Playboi Carti blares out! The fans hop up on their feet, cheering wildly and fiercely for their favorite to win it all!)

Crowd: JO-SO! JO-SO! JO-SO!

(Joso comes running out, going to one side of the stage before dashing to the next, yelling out to the fans! He’s all amped up! The fans chant his name, giving him as much of their energy as possible as they root him on! Joso grins. He then looks into the camera and motions to his waist, before holding up two fingers.)

Joso: (off-mic) I don’t miss!

(He runs down the ramp, making his way to the ring.)

Stew-O: Here we are! We are in lieu of one of the BIGGEST matches in Dynasty history! The final match of Pain for Pride weekend, and the final match of season 18! The stakes couldn’t be any higher—but for a man of Joso’s talents, he isn’t feeling the pressure! He is ready to get started, and potentially become a TWO-time world champion should everything go his way here tonight!

Jake Mercer: Yeah, but you have to wonder if he’s a bit too overzealous! Good on him getting this match, but he’s done a great deal to piss off both Drake King and Cy Henderson! Those two are gonna target him relentlessly!

Flannery McCoy: Being targeted is nothing new to him. He’s been able to endure and survive for long enough to even get in this position, and now, heading into his first-ever Pain for Pride main event, he is ready to go!

(Joso is in the middle, and poses for the cameras. The fans continue to cheer, and he gives them all a cool and collected nod before he gets into his corner. However, that calm goes away the moment ‘When Darkness Falls’ by Killswitch Engage hits.)

Crowd: BOOOOOOOO!!!

(Drake King steps out, dressed in black and gold as he walks out, soaking in the atmosphere. However, he isn’t happy, not after everything that has happened. He scoffs at the visceral reaction he gets, but it’s nothing new to him. He just stalks down the ramp—and his eyes lock with Joso’s.)

Stew-O: Here comes the other challenger in the fray, who won the Grand Rampage for the second time in his career to get back to the Pain for Pride main event stage, which is the fifth time in his illustrious hall of fame history!

Jake Mercer: Yeah, you can never count out the Messiah. People thought last year was going to be a new era, but nope! Drake King has another main event under his belt, and this time? There is a good chance he can win it…. Just not perfect. :troll:

Flannery McCoy: :cmon:

(Drake enters. He’s already glaring daggers at Joso. However, both men snap their gaze to the stage once ‘Saint Pablo’ by Kanye West plays.)

Crowd: ## BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Jake Mercer: Music to my ears! 🥰

(Cy Henderson comes out, not donning anything fancy. It’s a bleak and cry look with his attire and entrance. He simply has the EAW World Heavyweight Championship raised above his head as he treks down the ramp towards his challengers. Joso and Drake sneer. He returns the gesture.)

Stew-O: And there he is: the champion. Highly unpopular, especially in comparison to how the EAW Universe *was* on his side just a year ago, but he cares little for the adoration. All Cy wanted was to show he could still hang; exceeding his demons no longer involved being liked, but *respected*, and it’s as if he truly has turned back the hands of time with this run.

Jake Mercer: Losses are scant. The title is glistening. Hairline growing back. Skin clear. Muscles popping. He really is the man! What’s there to hate?!

Flannery McCoy: Maybe the fact that you slobber all over him?

Jake Mercer: :Francis:

Stew-O: :mjlol: !!

Stew-O: Either way, this is also a huge milestone for Cy. It’s been some time since he’s been in this position, but now? He has the chance to walk away with the win—and it would be monumental as every single champion, world champion or not, has lost this weekend. Can Cy break that curse?

(Cy gets in the ring. He looks down at the title before handing it off to the referee. They raise it up high as his theme music fades and Stephie gets to the official introductions…)

Stephie Love: Introducing first, the challenger! From Bronx, New York, he is the ‘Star Player’… JOOOOOSOOOOOOOOOO!!!

(Joso warms up in the corner, all fired up.)

Stephie Love: Next, the second challenger! From Heaven’s Gate, he is the ‘Messiah’… EAW Hall of Famer—DRAAAAAAAAAAAAKE KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!!!!

(Drake removes his long coat and rolls his wrist, ready for war.)

Stephie Love: And lastly, the champion…. From New York City, he is the reigning and defending EAW World Heavyweight Champion… EAW Hall of Famer—CYYYYYY HEEEEENDEEEEERSOOOOOOON!!!

(Cy smirks, but it soon fades. Stephie leaves. All three men eye each other down, and then, the referee calls for the bell!)

(Ding Ding Ding!)

Stew-O: Here we are! MAIN EVENT TIME! Joso! Drake! Cy! It doesn’t get better than this! All three men lurch out of their corners, staring daggers into one another as they are ready to let two months’ worth of anger and vitriol seep out!

Jake Mercer: Drake King, the Grand Rampage winner, had to outlast thirty others again to reach this point—and Joso forced his hand to have a match at Fighting Spirit where, if he won, he would be inserted into this match. With his presence here, well… you can guess exactly what happened.

Flannery McCoy: It wasn’t without controversy, though, and that isn’t on the part of Joso, but the world champion himself: Cy Henderson. He devised a plan to try and keep this match one-on-one, looking to cost Joso that pivotal match, but he outsmarted him, he hit Drake instead, and that was like a powder keg exploding as Drake blames Cy for the situation they’re in now!

Stew-O: The anger is very much palpable. All three men have no love lost here… AND THEY CHARGE FORWARD! THEY’RE IN THE MIDDLE TUSSELLING AND TEEING OFF WITH RIGHTS AND LEFTS IN A FLURRY! THE AUDIENCE EXPLODES!

Jake Mercer: Oh man, this is like three bulls going at it, bucking at each other, and neither man is letting up! Who’s gonna get the advantage here?!

Flannery McCoy: And it looks like amidst the chaos, it’s Drake King, who levels Joso with a kick to the gut, and CHOPS Cy across the chest! He decks the champion with a forearm and nails the other challenger with one as well! Drake doing some serious crowd control here as he’s looking to put down both men!

Stew-O: It’s working out for him too. Cy swings, but the punch is blocked! Drake spins—ENZUIGIRI! Henderson drops to a knee as he holds his nose! Joso tries to take a crack at him but he’s met with a dropkick! He goes stumbling backwards until he’s down on his own knee. Drake pops back up, and seeing he has both of them stunned, runs to the ropes!

Jake Mercer: Here he comes! Drake with a clothesline—

Flannery McCoy: —AND DOWN HE GOES! BOTH MEN WITH THE INADVERTENT TEAMWORK SENDS HIM TO THE MAT WITH THE BACK BODY DROP!

Stew-O: Drake King goes tumbling out of the ring and to the floor, clutching his lower back! He certainly didn’t anticipate that backfiring on him. However, with him out of the vicinity, we now have a bit of a Grand Rampage rematch here between Joso and Cy! They stare each other down!

Crowd: JO-SO! JO-SO! JO-SO! JO-SO!

Joso: (off-mic) Yeah, you hear that? They know whose era this *still* is. Don’t play with me.

Cy Henderson: (off-mic) You think I care they support you? They did the same thing, and look at how that ended up working out for you—it *didn’t*.

Joso: (off-mic) And you think history is gonna repeat? Nah, man. I’m kicking your ass and I WILL be taking back what’s mine!

Stew-O: Joso rushes in, but Cy knees him in the gut! The champion pulls him in and lifts him into the air for a suplex!

Jake Mercer: Joso lands on his feet! Arms around his waist, he looks to trap him in, but Cy runs forward to the ropes. He grabs the top one, but Joso rolls backwards and takes him along for the ride! O’Connor Roll!

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Jake Mercer: Kick out from Big Match Cy—but he’s down from a superkick by Joso! :damn: Now Joso goes for *another* pin, hooking the leg!

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Stew-O: Shoulder up! Once again able to quickly get out of that, but Joso isn’t wasting time. He leads him up and hooks the hem of his shorts, looking to go for a suplex of his own… but Cy blocks the attempt by wrapping his leg around his. Joso can’t get him up!

Jake Mercer: Joso has no choice to release him. Cy is given his space, but that doesn’t mean one half of his challengers is through. Joso throws a forearm his way—and it connects! Cy staggers, but he throws a forearm of his own as well, and that strikes Joso in the face!

Stew-O: And we’re back at square one with these two trading heavy blows now, center of the ring—Joso with a stiff shot! Cy reels, but comes back with a European uppercut that snaps Joso’s head back!

Flannery McCoy: Joso shakes it off and charges forward again, BUT CY DUCKS THE LARIAT! Cy grabs the arm, spins around—WRISTLOCK TAKEDOWN! Joso hits the mat hard, and Cy keeps hold of the arm, looking to transition into some kind of hold here!

Jake Mercer: But Joso rolls through before he can fully lock it in! Both men scramble to their feet—AND JOSO BURSTS OUT THE GATE WITH A RUNNING KNEE TO THE JAW! Cy stumbles back, dazed, trying to gather himself in the corner!

Stew-O: Joso isn’t giving him that chance, though! Joso rushes in, BUT CY GETS THE BOOT UP! Joso eats the sole of that boot and staggers! Cy explodes out of the corner with a BIG RUNNING LARIAT! He just turned Joso inside out with that one!

Flannery McCoy: But look! Drake King’s back on his feet outside the ring! He’s using the apron to pull himself up, rubbing his back in pain, but his eyes are locked on the two inside!

Jake Mercer: Drake’s not about to let this turn into a one-on-one for long. He’s climbing up onto the apron now as Cy points to him, telling him to bring it!

Stew-O: And Drake accepts the invitation! He leaps onto the top rope! SPRINGBOARD CROSSBODY ONTO CY! That takes him down, and Cy rolls out onto the apron! Drake whips his head around to see Joso and storms to him! Now he’s stomping away at him!

Flannery McCoy: Leave him to be opportunistic!

Jake Mercer: Or, leave it to him to be smart! Drake mounts Joso and hammers away, letting those frustrations pour out of him! We don’t often see this sort of side from him, but desperation and anger bring out something different in everyone. I mean, look at him—he’s just raining down those fists onto Joso, who’s doing his best to huddle up, but Drake is absolutely *relentless* here!

Flannery McCoy: There’s not much he can do to defend himself against this onslaught. And now, Drake is up. He grabs Joso by the head and lands a WICKED CHOP ACROSS THE CHET! That rocks Joso! Drake grabs him again, pulling him in—

(***CHOOOOOOP!!!***)

Flannery McCoy: A SHORT-ARM VARIANT OF THE CHOP! GOODNESS!

Jake Mercer: That has Joso wincing. Drake pushes him back into the ropes with leverage and sends him running across the ring—but Joso counters! Drake hits the ropes on the rebound, and the challenger leans forward, setting up for a back body drop.

Stew-O: Kick to the chest from King! Joso grimaces once more. Drake backpedals to the ropes of his own volition and HE COMES IN WITH THE CURB STOMP! ‘JUDGMENT DAY’!

Jake Mercer: JOSO GOT OUTTA DODGE! HE’S BACK-TO-BACK WITH HIM AND LACES HIS ARMS AROUND HIS! HE DROPS, AND TAKES DRAKE DOWN AND THROUGH WITH THE BACKSLIDE! COVER!

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Jake Mercer: Kickout at one! They roll off to the side with Joso maintaining arm control. He rises to his feet and lifts Drake, but he flails and goes back down to his feet. Joso lets one arm go and spins around! Drake goes for a clothesline!

Flannery McCoy: Missed! Joso traps the attacking arm! He scoops Drake up—OH! WAIT! THE PACKAGE PILEDRIVER! HE’S GOING FOR IT! ‘HEAVEN’S GATE’!!!

Stew-O: But Drake King squirms out of it! He’s down on his knees! Joso steps forward for another superkick, but he’s able to scout it this time! A duck of the head, and he scoops Joso down with a schoolboy!

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Jake Mercer: Joso gets out of that one! They both scramble to their feet! Drake charges in, but Joso sidesteps and GETS HIM WITH A BACK ELBOW TO THE JAW! Drake stumbles, but he recovers quickly and swings again! Joso ducks beneath the arm and whips him down with a SNAP GERMAN SUPLEX! What a throw!

Flannery McCoy: Drake’s right back up though! He’s groggy but charging on instinct… RIGHT into a standing dropkick! That sends Drake into the ropes, but he rebounds—RUNNING KNEE FROM DRAKE!

Jake Mercer: Neither man’s staying down for long! Joso clutches his jaw, but comes flying in again! Drake swings and misses WILDLY with a clothesline! Damn! Joso snatches the waist, no doubt looking to go two-for-two with *another* German suplex!

Stew-O: Drake fights it! He pries at Joso’s grip, throws an elbow—BUT JOSO DUCKS IT! He shoves Drake toward the ropes! Drake bounces back from them, and Joso—

Flannery McCoy:GETS SHOVED RIGHT INTO DRAKE KING FROM BEHIND, COURTESY OF CY HENDERSON! BOTH MEN HIT HEADS!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Jake Mercer: DRAKE COLLAPSES FROM THE COLLISION! And Joso stumbles back RIGHT INTO CY’S GRASP!

Stew-O: Cy capitalized on that opening! BIG SPINEBUSTER FROM HENDERSON! He plants Joso right in the center of the ring! Cy hooks the leg!

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Referee: TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Flannery McCoy: And Joso gets the shoulder up. But Cy’s in control now, and he knows it! He’s measuring his next move, all with a smug grin to boot.

Jake Mercer: This could very well turn into a masterclass in timing and opportunism from Cy Henderson tonight, and as it should! He’s Big Match Cy for a reason, and he’s showing off why that is the case!

Stew-O: And now you see that Cy is slowing the pace of this match way down. He’s stalking Joso, circling him like a predator. Joso’s trying to push himself up, but Cy stomps *right* down on the back of his hand!

Jake Mercer: Ohhh, that’s gotta hurt! He steps back, lets Joso reach again, but he *crushes* that hand again with another stomp! RIGHT ON THE WRIST THIS TIME! This is deliberate. Cy’s picking him apart piece by piece.

Cy Henderson: (off-mic) Where’s all that fighting spirit now, huh? You were running your mouth earlier. Stand up. Come on. This is supposed to be “your era”, right? Let’s see it.

Stew-O: Cy drops down now. He’s got the arm and he’s wrenching it back into a grounded armbar! But look at the torque he’s applying! This isn’t about getting a tap-out right away—he’s grinding that shoulder!

Flannery McCoy: And he’s talking trash the whole time. *That’s* the worst part! Joso’s trying to claw toward the ropes, but Cy pulls him back and drives a knee right into the small of his back!

Jake Mercer: And now Cy stands again. Down he lands with a slow, measured boot right across the face! Just humiliating him now!

Cy Henderson: (off-mic) You’re supposed to be the real champ, right? Some ace. You’re so *stupid*.

Stew-O: The crowd’s getting fired up, trying to rally Joso here, but Cy just keeps punishing him! Now he’s got him up to a knee, and he stiffs him with a BIG knee lift to the face! Joso slumps forward, and Cy pulls him in for a SNAP DDT! He gets all of it! Joso grabs his head in agony!

Flannery McCoy: And look at Cy! He’s not even going for a cover. He’s taking a moment to just stand over Joso, soaking in the jeers from this crowd!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Stew-O: Cy gets up—OH, but he’s hit in the back by Drake! Drake has joined the fray again! He clobbers Cy over and over again, not one to be outdone! Cy fires with a back elbow that clips the Grand Rampage winner in the mouth! King stumbles, and Cy whips around with a punch! Another step back is taken by the other challenger! Cy clamps down on his wrist and sends him running into the corner. Drake’s back collides with the turnbuckle padding, and he nearly goes down from the pure impact of that! However, things are about to get a whole lot worse as Cy comes running full speed ahead…!

Jake Mercer: Cy’s ready to mow him down! Corner clothesline—WHOA! Drake just leapt up and over, rolling forward! He springs back to his feet, and Cy looks SHOCKED! He turns around—ONLY TO GET CAUGHT WITH A CLOTHESLINE INTO THE CORNER HIMSELF! Drake beat him at his own game! Now he sweeps his legs, sending him down into a seated position. Oh, I do *not* like where this is going for my GOAT… :lupe:

Flannery McCoy: Yeah, you might want to look away, Jake.

Jake Mercer: 🫣

Stew-O: Drake steps back. He gets the distance, and he sprints forward! DOUBLE KNEES! Cy couldn’t brace himself for that! Drake pops back up, and—

Jake Mercer: What the hell!? Joso snakes in and takes him down! Shoulders on the mat—WITH HIS FEET PROPPED UP AGAINST CY IN THE CORNER????

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Referee: TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Referee: THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE—

Flannery McCoy: Drake kicks out, but *wow*, would we call that an innovative way of gaining some extra leverage? Instead of the ropes, Joso used Cy!

Jake Mercer: Oh, so it’s fine for HIM to cheat? Yet if, theoretically—because Cy is *__totally__ innocent*—the champion were to do the same, it would be a problem, right?

Stew-O: Now, let’s not pretend Cy hasn’t bent a few rules himself in the past. But you are right about one thing—Joso just showed he’s willing to get creative, maybe even a little desperate, to secure the win tonight, and given the stakes involved, all three men are going to try and throw everything at one another to be the one who gets to walk away with the EAW World Heavyweight Championship here in Spain!

Flannery McCoy: Yeah, but Drake is not impressed with those efforts from his opponent! He’s glaring at Joso now, realizing just how close that was to being the end of his night. He’s shaking his head, clearly fired up after that near fall, but Joso smirks and mocks him by pinching his fingers close together, letting him know he almost had him there! Drake glowers and he storms towards him, yanking him by the head!

Stew-O: Joso pushes him away! Drake goes for a roundhouse, and Joso ducks it! He wraps his arms around that leg and drops down to his knees, sending Drake crashing forward onto the mat! Joso pops up as Drake tries to come to a stand, but the former World Heavyweight Champion sends him tumbling down with the basement dropkick! Drake rolls out onto the apron from the impact. Joso follows closely behind, though, remaining in hot pursuit. He grabs the top rope and SLINGSHOTS HIMSELF OVER IT, LANDING HARD AGAINST DRAKE’S STERNUM WITH THE DOUBLE FOOT STOMP!

Jake Mercer: :damn:

Flannery McCoy: Well, that’s going to bring your lunch back up! Joso steps off Drake and goes to the other end of the apron. King sits up, coughing, doing his best to recover in time, but that may be of little use now! Joso charges in and CRASHES BACK DOWN WITH ONE MORE DOUBLE FOOT STOMP! DRAKE FALLS TO THE RINGSIDE FLOOR! And Joso is *all* amped up here, beating his chest! The fans are LOVING this display from him!

Stew-O: Joso with back-to-back major moves there. However, Cy is stirring, and he sees that Joso is out on the apron. The champion shakes off the cobwebs and pushes himself up from the corner! He walks in and grabs Joso from behind! He’s got him completely unaware!

Jake Mercer: Haha, yes—wait, no! Joso reaches back and DROPS DOWN, CRASHING CY’S THROAT ON THE TOP ROPE WITH THE HOT SHOT! Damn it! Cy drops to a knee and collapses against the middle rope! This is NOT a position the champion wants to find himself in!

Flannery McCoy: Not for him, but for Joso? It couldn’t be any more perfect. He has Henderson in a vulnerable spot, and he *knows* this! He sizes him up, and runs in—

Stew-O: OH NO!!

Jake Mercer: POWERSLAM COUNTER, AND JOSO’S HIP LANDS HARSHLY AGAINST THE HARD EDGE OF THE APRON! OH MY GOD! That backfired SPECTACULARLY! Joso writhes in pain as he’s down on the floor!

Flannery McCoy: Cy isn’t fresh himself; he’s still coughing, holding onto his throat, but that keen awareness was enough to flip this match onto its head! That was a champion’s instinct right there, and now he’s taking a moment to recover, leaning against the ropes while Joso clutches his hip on the outside!

Stew-O: Oh, hang on, though—Cy may not get much of a reprieve after all with Drake King sliding back into the ring like a snake in the grass. He’s still favoring where Joso stomped him at, but he has his opening, and he’s looking to take it! Speaking of Joso though, he’s using the barricade to help him stand back up, and he staggers around. That hip might mess him up for the rest of the match! :lupe: !!

Jake Mercer: Cy! CY! MOVE!

Flannery McCoy: Too late! Drake charges forward and crashes his body into him with the wrecking ball—ALL WHILE HE NAILS JOSO IN THE FACE WITH A DROPKICK! OH MY GOD!??

Stew-O: A TWO-FOR-ONE DEAL RIGHT THERE AS DRAKE SLIDES THROUGH ONTO THE APRON AT THE CHAMPION’S EXPENSE, WHO FALLS BACK ONTO THE CANVAS! DRAKE IT SEATED, BUT HE GETS UP, AND FLIES THROUGH THE AIR WITH A DIVING KNEE TO JOSO! WHAT A SEQUENCE!

Jake Mercer: DRAKE KING IS UNREAL RIGHT NOW! That knee caught Joso flush on the jaw, and Joso just crumpled to the floor! Drake’s standing tall at ringside, chest heaving, eyes wild—he’s taken out both of his opponents in a matter of seconds, and this is a pertinent reminder why he is one of the most dangerous Elitists in the game today!

Flannery McCoy: Absolutely. Drake rolls back into the ring, and he stands tall over the hurt Cy!

Drake King: (off-mic) You… you had to mess things up. You had to go and did what you did to me last week… but I’m not standing for it! If it wasn’t for you, *you* wouldn’t be in this predicament! *I* wouldn’t have to put up with ANY of this!

Flannery McCoy: Oh dear, and Drake pulls Cy up before shoving him into the corner! He tees off with forearm after forearm after forearm! We know Drake blames Cy for everything spiraling away from his favor in the lead-up to this bout, and with tensions escalating, it was only going to be a matter of time before everything went off the rails between these two! However, Drake is the one in firm control here, and with one more shot to the face, he reaffirms that! He nails a kick to the gut for good measure, and he grabs Cy again. He’s working to lift him into a seated position at the top rope! Depending on what King has in mind, this is going to end disastrously for the champion!

Stew-O: Any move he has planned is bound to be terrible. Ultimately, the only direction to go is down, and Cy could very well crash and burn!

Flannery McCoy: But Cy—Cy’s fighting back! A stiff right hand to the ribs! Another! Drake staggers a bit on that second rope, but he fires back with a punch! Oh my! Both men are teetering now, trading shots at the top, neither wanting to give an inch! his is so dangerous! One slip and either of them could be done for!

Jake Mercer: But wait—Cy’s changing it up! Yessir! He’s hopping back down to the mat, and he’s got Drake hooked onto his shoulders! Drake realizes what he’s trying to do and tries to hang on, but Cy is the bigger Elitist, and with that strength advantage, he’s prying him away from the corner!

Stew-O: Hang on! LOOK AT JOSO! Joso’s back in the fight! He’s shaken off the damage somehow, and he’s climbing the top rope across from Cy!

Flannery McCoy: Cy doesn’t see him! He’s too focused on executing that powerbomb! Joso steadies himself! He leaps! DIVING CLOTHESLINE FROM THE TOP—AND IT CONNECTS AT THE EXACT SAME TIME CY SENDS DRAKE CRASHING DOWN WITH THE POWERBOMB!

Jake Mercer: That was insane! Drake’s been absolutely *flattened!* Joso’s down too from the impact, and Cy’s slumped in the corner, trying to catch his breath after pulling that off!

Stew-O: But now the two foes are back at it again as they stare daggers into one another. Joso rolls over onto his side and stirs, whereas Cy is using the ropes to help keep him steady as she rises to his feet. Joso hobbles on one foot, but he makes the charge towards Henderson! Corner uppercut clips him!

Jake Mercer: Oh man, and he isn’t slowing down either! He bounces off the ropes and comes back in WITH A LEG LARIAT! Damn! Once again, that move takes a bit out of him, but Cy is becoming worse for wear here! Even with the bad fall, Joso is racking up momentum in this match and *quickly*, at that!

Flannery McCoy: Over this past season, we have seen Joso really develop himself within these big-match situations; he’s used to the spotlight now, and he KNOWS that he cannot give anyone, especially an Elitist as tenured and accomplished as Cy Henderson, a single inch! He HAS to keep the pressure up, no matter what!

Stew-O: And all of that growth has been showcased tonight. Now, it’s all about making it culminate in him winning his first-ever Pain for Pride main event match *and* become a two-time EAW World Heavyweight Champion!

Jake Mercer: Well, no one is able to deny him so far. Joso gets up, and he gains some distance one more time, looking for something huge! He rushes forward while Cy is still recovering! He leaps up—AND HE SPIKES HIM DOWN ON HIS HEAD WITH THE FLATLINER!! WHAT THE HELL!?

Flannery McCoy: Oh, my! That was GNARLY for Cy! That was a bit of an awkward bump for Joso as well, but Cy… *I think he’s out COLD from that!*

Stew-O: And that could seal the deal if that is the case! Joso scurries, moving quickly to drag Cy away from the ropes! He gets him in the center and drops down into the cover! Is this enough for him to bag the win!?

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Referee: TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Referee: THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE—

Stew-O: No! The champion was able to pop the shoulder up, just BARELY away from a three count! The fans boo, not liking that one bit, as they were certain Joso had him right there!

Jake Mercer: :whew:

Flannery McCoy: Yeah, Joso was just a millisecond away from getting the victory, but it seems he has some ways to go—unless he can quickly capitalize. Cy may have survived that, but he’s having a hard time sitting up from the ground. Joso shakes his head, favoring his hip, but he realizes there isn’t much urgency from Cy. Now is his chance!

Jake Mercer: :/

Stew-O: Joso moves with haste this time, even with him grimacing. He grabs Cy and he traps his arms. Butterfly lock is applied, and Joso looks to lift Cy up… but that bad hip is giving him some trouble! Definitely placing some strain on that hurt area, and it’s making it difficult for him to lift his opponent into the air as intended!

Jake Mercer: Yeah, this isn’t going Joso’s way. He lets go and opts to strike Cy right in the kneecap! Superkick connects, and down Cy goes onto one knee! :lupe:

Flannery McCoy: At least he’s adjusting his game plan. Joso knows there’s no time to waste! He grabs Cy and wedges his head in between his legs. Now, he hops up and over, sending him through with the sunset flip—but he doesn’t go for the pin! Instead, he positions his legs around his head and traps one of Cy’s arms! He pulls *alllll* the way back, having him trapped in this sort of modified headscissors choke with a trapped shoulder lock! I don’t think I have seen a maneuver like this before!

Stew-O: Pain for Pride is about pulling out all the stops, and that’s what we’re seeing here as Joso is utilizing a unique hold here to either do some more damage to Cy or just make him tap out! Either way, the champion is in MASSIVE trouble!

Jake Mercer: Oh, God! I don’t think I can watch this! :ohlawd:

Flannery McCoy: Can’t blame you! This is hard to get out of, and Cy is struggling! He doesn’t have any intent on giving up, though—he’s shaking his head and yelling out “No!” as the referee checks in with him. Still, he *needs* to find a way to escape, because the longer he remains stuck, the slimmer his chances are of retaining!

Stew-O: And the fans are feeling it! They want it to end right here!

Crowd: TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!

Jake Mercer: …..!!!

Jake Mercer: JOSO GOES DOWN AS DRAKE KING CAME BLITZING BACK IN WITH A SLIDING KNEE STRIKE TO THE FACE!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

Stew-O: Saved by the King! Cy rolls away, clutching his arm as he coughs, but Drake covers Joso! The official counts!

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Referee: TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO—

Stew-O: Joso survives! However, Drake yanks him by the head and sends him down with a suplex! And Joso landed HARD on that bad hip of his!

Jake Mercer: Oof. You just *knew* that Drake was going to sniff that out like a shark to blood, and unfortunately for Joso, that is a glaring target for him to take advantage of!

Flannery McCoy: Yeah, not ideal whatsoever, but this is perfect for the Grand Rampage winner as he makes his way to the top. Joso is writhing in pain, unable to notice that he is in a compromising position here!

Stew-O: And that leads Drake to take off! FROG SPLASH! ALL OF HIS BODYWEIGHT CRUSHES HIM!

Jake Mercer: Not to mention Drake got him in the same sternum spot that Joso did to him earlier with the slingshot double stomp! Drake’s arm wraps around that area, no doubt still hurting, but now, he delivered a bit of payback, and he’s going to make him suffer! He leads Joso up and forces him into the air! Drake walks towards the center—AND DROPS HIM DOWN ACROSS THE KNEE WITH THE BACKBREAKER!!!

Flannery McCoy: Oh God, what a SICKENING impact that was! And that was more like a *hip*breaker with how he made Joso’s body land against him! Drake pops up, shaking off that limb, but man… Joso may be done here!

Stew-O: The end may come soon! Drake walks over and DRIVES the point of that knee into his hip! Joso cries out, but that only further enrages Drake as he *digs* into it. This might make some people at home squeamish!

Jake Mercer: Trademark brutality from King. What can you say! It may be awful to some, but it *damn* sure is effective—just like this bow and arrow setup! One leg still, and placing much of his focus on that hip! He’s pulling back with everything he’s got! That submission is tearing at Joso’s hip, lower back, and core. Joso’s face says it all—he’s in agony! But Drake isn’t letting up; he’s cinching it in deeper, trying to rip the fight out of Joso once and for all!

Flannery McCoy: But here comes Cy Henderson! The champion caught his breath, and he sees his moment! He rushes forward—RUNNING CROSSBODY SPLASH!

Jake Mercer: RIGHT ON TOP OF BOTH MEN! Drake loses his grip on the submission, and now all three are stacked in a heap on the mat!

Stew-O: Cy scrambles to cover them! He drapes an arm over Drake and reaches over to hook Joso’s leg at the *same* time!

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Referee: TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Flannery McCoy: NO! Both Drake and Joso lift their shoulders just in time! Cy thought he had them both, but not quite!

Stew-O: Still, that was smart on the champion’s part, trapping both men in a pinning predicament! It’s just going to take a bit more for him to swing things in his favor?

Jake Mercer: More? *Pffft*!! Are you BLIND, Stew? Drake and Joso are the ones in the bad spot here, not the champion! And look—he’s already plotting his next move! He has Drake up and clobbers him with a stiff punch! And another shot from Cy! He’s driving that fist right into Drake’s jaw! My GOAT is feeling himself! He’s got Drake reeling, and he hooks the head! SNAP SUPLEX connects BEAUTIFULLY! Drake hits the canvas hard, arching his back in pain, and the ball is officially rolling for the world champ himself! :blessed:

Flannery McCoy: Hard to argue against that. Everything is going his way so far, and perhaps that won’t change. Cy backs up into the ropes and drops down with a leg drop across the throat of King! He coughs, but Cy gets up and does the same thing! God, Drake’s face is turning red! He can hardly breathe after that!

Stew-O: And he’s not being afforded a chance to get any breathing room as Cy clamps down on his wrist and yanks him up! EXPLODER SUPLEX!

Jake Mercer: Ugh, look at that power! And people had the audacity to call him washed!? The fans can boo all they want, but they look absolutely STUPID for ever doubting my GOAT and his capabilities! There’s no need for a new era when Cy Henderson is perfectly capable of leading it himself! He *is* The Era here in EAW!

Flannery McCoy: https://tenor.com/view/emoji-crazy-crazy-emoji-emoji-crazy-emoji-are-you-crazy-gif-17566518746599549444

Stew-O: Well, speaking of new eras, Joso has been able to work his way back up to his feet, but it’s clear he’s still weakened from all of the punishment he’s had to endure. Cy spots him out and rushes in, driving his shoulder into his abdomen! Joso is stuck! Cy runs forward and CRUSHES him into the corner! Shoulder thrust after shoulder thrust connects, lighting Joso up with them! He can hardly fight back against this assault!

Jake Mercer: Talk about a bad break. Joso wasn’t going to be able to do anything. Cy Henderson is just operating at a whole new level and has been for the entire season!

Flannery McCoy: This aggressive side has helped Cy more than it has hurt him, admittedly. Joso knows that for sure, but if he needed a reminder, he’s getting one hell of a one right here. He’s *relentless!*

Stew-O: And that relentlessness is pushing Cy onward! One more shoulder thrust connects! He pulls away, and Joso–he can barely even stand upright! If his arms weren’t clinging over the top rope, he more than likely would’ve fallen to the mat by now! The world heavyweight champion backpedals and comes in, clobbering with a clothesline to the chest! Joso hacks, but he gets lifted before he can even so much as *twitch* a single muscle in reaction to that move.

Jake Mercer: Because my GOAT knows it’s time to shut the world up yet again! :blessed: Joso has put up a valiant effort, but all good things must come to an end, and that means his hopes of becoming a two-time world champion are going to go straight into the gutter! Tough break, but I guess this can be *another* lesson for Joso to learn from.

Flannery McCoy: *“Tough break”?* What is with you, tonight? You know what, nevermind. Back to the action, things *do* look dire for the challenger, as Cy has him standing up, setting up for something massive here! Don’t know what it is, but if he is able to succeed, especially with that bad hip, things aren’t going to go Joso’s way.

Stew-O: Cy hooks the arm, and it seems like it’s going to be a superplex!

Jake Mercer: Yep. That hip is cooked.

Stew-O: Cy heaves, and he raises Joso into the air… but the challenger flails his legs! Oh, no! Cy is about to lose his balance—and he is FORCED TO DROP JOSO BACK DOWN SO THAT HE DOESN’T FALL!

Flannery McCoy: Crucial awareness there! Joso had to make it difficult for the champion, and not wanting to further risk himself with us so deep in this main event match, Cy had to stop! However, that doesn’t mean he’s letting him off the hook—forearm! Joso’s head whips back from that!

Jake Mercer: And why have one, when he can have TWO! Another shot lands! Joso drops to a seated position, and Cy grabs him one more time…!

Stew-O: But Joso shoves his arms away and CRACKS HIM WITH A HEADBUTT! OH MY! DESPERATE MEASURES THERE BY THE CHALLENGER, AND CY WOBBLES!

Flannery McCoy: BOOT FROM JOSO! CY CRASHES INTO THE CANVAS!

Jake Mercer: :damn: !!

Stew-O: Joso with a massive turnaround there! Cy cries out in pain as he took a nasty landing on his back! However, from that position, there is a window of opportunity to be taken, and Joso works quickly, fighting through the pain he’s feeling so that he can get the win! The fans in Spain are all up on their feet, flashing their cameras and ready for the show!

Crowd: JO-SO! JO-SO! JO-SO! JO-SO!

Jake Mercer: Oh no! Joso takes off and FLIES THROUGH THE AIR WITH THE 450!! IT CONNECTS!!

Crowd: :blessed: :blessed:

Flannery McCoy: ## *ONTO THE KNEES OF CY HENDERSON!!!*

Crowd: :damn: :damn: :damn:

Stew-O: Just when he thought he had it, Cy *still* had the presence of mind to raise his legs, knowing that he wasn’t going to get out of dodge in time! Joso scrambles up to his feet, arms curling around his gut as he lets out a guttural yell, stumbling around the ring! Damn!

Jake Mercer: If he thought that was bad, he has no idea how bad it’s gonna get now that Cy is up on his feet! Joso turns around—

Flannery McCoy: And he walks RIGHT into the waiting arms of the champion! Cy hoists him up! **‘RISING TIDE’!!**

Jake Mercer: YES! YES!! YES!!! HE GOT IT ALL!!!!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Stew-O: JOSO IS DOWN FROM THE INVERTED DEATH VALLEY DRIVER, AND CY COVERS HIM, HOOKING THE LEG!

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

(…)

Referee: TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

(…)

Referee: THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

Flannery McCoy: ## ‘JUDGMENT DAY!!’

Jake Mercer: Wthelly.

Stew-O: DRAKE KING WITH AN EMPHATIC WAY OF RE-ENTERING THIS CONTEST! THE CURB STOMP CAUGHT THE CHAMPION COMPLETELY UNAWARE, AND NOW, THE GRAND RAMPAGE WINNER—WAIT, *HE ISN’T EVEN GOING FOR THE IMMEDIATE PIN!* HE’S FORCING CY ONTO HIS KNEES AND BACKPEDALS INTO THE CORNER, ABSOLUTELY SNEERING!

Drake King: (off-mic) You should have *never* messed with me, Cy! Now, you’re good as DEAD!

Jake Mercer: What the helly on.

Stew-O: DRAKE CHARGES IN AND CLOBBERS HIM DOWN WITH THE ‘GUILLOTINE’!! RUNNING SICK KICK LANDS FLUSH ON THE JAW, KNOCKING THE CHAMPION BACK DOWN! AND *THIS* TIME, DRAKE FALLS INTO THE COVER!

Jake Mercer: What the helly, Kassidy Heart?

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Jake Mercer: What the helly, Milli?

Referee: TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

Jake Mercer: What the helly, Ronn Banks–

Flannery McCoy: SHUT THE FUCK UP, WE GET IT!!!

Referee: THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

Jake Mercer: Bro……………………………………………………………..

Stew-O: CY HENDERSON KICKS OUT!

Jake Mercer: Thank you, Gawd. 🙏

Flannery McCoy: Wow! Even the crowd is stunned from what they just saw! Cy took back-to-back finishers from Drake King, but he is able to remain alive in this match! And look at Drake’s face—he is in complete and utter disbelief!

Drake King: (off-mic) …

(Drake doesn’t even react. He glances down, eyes wide as can be at the downed champion. His breathing is ragged. His head shakes.)

Drake King: (off-mic) *No…*

(He grits his teeth and his hands ball up into fists.)

Drake King: (off-mic) No, no, *no, no, NO*, **NO**, ***NO!!!***

(And he shoots up to his feet—)

Stew-O: STOMPS TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD! DRAKE KING HAS COMPLETELY LOST IT! OVER AND OVER AGAIN, HE IS DRIVING THE BOOT DOWN! HE IS ABSOLUTELY CRASHING OUT RIGHT NOW!

Flannery McCoy: This is *horrifying* to watch! Drake King has snapped! He’s stomping Cy’s head like he’s trying to leave a crater in the mat! The ref is warning him, but Drake doesn’t care—he’s seeing red right now!

Jake Mercer: Cy Henderson’s barely moving! Drake’s lost all sense of control! He’s like a man possessed, and he is pouring out every bit of his frustration through those brutal stomps! :damn: !!

Stew-O: The crowd doesn’t know how to react! Half of them are booing, half are just stunned into silence! And now, Drake yanks Cy up by the hair! Cy is deadweight in his grip—BUT DRAKE’S NOT STOPPING!

Drake King: (off-mic) You should’ve stayed down… YOU SHOULD’VE STAYED DOWN!

Flannery McCoy: BUT WAIT IT’S JOSO! Joso surges up behind Drake, summoning whatever’s left in the tank! ROLL-UP! **ROLL-UP!**

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Jake Mercer: NO WAY!

Referee: TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

Referee: THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

Stew-O: 2.99!! DRAKE KICKS OUT! But Joso’s not letting up, and HE LANDS SUPERKICK AS SOON AS DRAKE STANDS! Joso collapses after delivering it, but that caught Drake flush on the jaw! King staggers backwards, and Joso, still rocked from that ‘Rising Tide’ is doing all he can to get back up to his feet!

Flannery McCoy: It’s a tiring endeavor, but he’s doing what he can to hustle! He runs at Drake—

Jake Mercer: AND RIGHT INTO THE PEDIGREE! ‘ASCENSION’ SPIKES HIM DOWN TO THE MAT!

Flannery McCoy: :damn:

Stew-O: JOSO IS OUT! JOSO IS *OUT!* DRAKE HURRIES AND ROLLS HIM OVER! ANOTHER PIN ATTEMPT HERE!

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Referee: TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

Referee: THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

Crowd: :wow:

(…)

(……)

Stew-O: JOSO GETS THE SHOULDER UP, AND THE ENTIRE STADIUM EXPLODES INTO CHEERS!

Jake Mercer: ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! HOW?! HOW DID JOSO HAVE THE AWARENESS?! Drake looks like he’s seen a ghost!

Flannery McCoy: The resilience of Joso is absolutely unreal! Drake King is beside himself!

(Drake stares at the referee, mouth hanging open, sweat pouring down his face. His hands are on his head as he shakes it in disbelief.)

Drake King: (off-mic,) No! NO! COUNT IT! COUNT THE THREE!

Stew-O: The referee is adamant—no fall, shoulder is UP! And now look at Drake… oh no… oh *no.*

Flannery McCoy: :lupe:

Jake Mercer: Drake slides out of the ring… and what’s he doing!?

Flannery McCoy: No, come on! He’s grabbed a steel chair! We knew this was boiling over, but Drake’s about to take this to a place he can’t come back from!

Stew-O: Drake King is back in the ring, steel chair in hand, eyes blazing! Joso’s barely moving, Cy’s struggling to pull himself up, AND DRAKE SWINGS FOR THE FENCES!!!

(***CRAAAAAAAAACK!***)

Jake Mercer: RIGHT ACROSS CY’S BACK!

(***CRAAAAAACK!***)

Flannery McCoy: AND NOW ACROSS JOSO’S SPINE! Drake is unloading with that chair—over and over again! The sound of that steel echoing through the arena!

(***CRACK!***)

Stew-O: This is pure carnage! Drake King has lost it! He’s hammering both of them, again and again, steel bending from the impact!

Jake Mercer: And the referee’s trying to stop it, but Drake’s not listening! He’s LOST in this frenzy!

Stew-O: Drake’s not finished, either! Look at this: he’s setting that chair up in the corner! He wedges it between the top and middle ropes, making sure it’s stuck tight. That steel chair is just waiting, begging to be used as a weapon!

Flannery McCoy: And Drake’s eyes… he’s not seeing opponents anymore; he’s seeing *targets*. This is no longer about winning the World Heavyweight Championship, it’s about destroying Cy and Joso!

(Drake has a wicked grin on his face. He soaks in the boos from the fans, not giving a single care to their hatred.)

Stew-O: And this is it! With nefarious intentions coursing through that sick mind of his, Drake King is getting himself closer to Pain for Pride immortality once again! He turns around, and he chooses—

Flannery McCoy: ## ‘CALAMITY!’

Jake Mercer: GORE! GORE! CY HENDERSON WITH THE GORE—AND HE DRIVES DRAKE RIGHT INTO THAT CHAIR!

(***CRAAAAAAAAAASH!!!***)

Stew-O: OH MY GOD! The chair bends and snaps from the sheer force as Drake gets folded in half by Cy’s Calamity! Drake crumbles to the canvas, clutching his midsection!

Flannery McCoy: But Cy used everything he had left on that! He’s down too, clutching at his own ribs, trying to catch his breath!

Jake Mercer: And Joso, he’s still down from that steel chair assault earlier! All three men are down! The ring looks like a war zone!

Stew-O: The fans are on their feet! They know it’s crunch time, but right now, no one can move! This is how much the EAW World Heavyweight Championship means to all three men if they are willing to go through mutual destruction in pursuit of glory!

Jake Mercer: And *that* is what Pain for Pride is all about—*buuuuuuuuuuuuut* it would be good if Cy can get a move on so that I don’t have to deal with a heart attack in the next five minutes or so. :Observe:

Flannery McCoy: :stfudamn:

(It takes them a minute before any of the three Elitists are able to stir. They’re battered and bruised from the collective hell they put one another through. Slowly, almost in unison, they push themselves up—first to their hands, then their knees. The arena rumbles with anticipation, waiting to see which of the three men will be able to get the advantage. Their faces are twisted in pain and determination, but then…)

Stew-O: Fists are flying once more! They’re on their knees, slugging it out! Three warriors, too broken to stand but too proud to stay down!

Jake Mercer: This is turning into a bar fight in a war zone! Somebody’s gonna get knocked out cold at this rate!

Flannery McCoy: Every strike they throw is costing them. You can see it—they’ve got nothing left, but they’re still swinging! They are NOT giving up!

Stew-O: Joso to Cy, and Cy to Drake! Drake decks Joso, and Joso clocks him right back! But Cy manages to hit BOTH men with double forearms at the same time, and that seems to do the trick! The champion forces his way back up to his feet and jogs forward!

Jake Mercer: Drake and Joso get up, looking to defend themselves or even thwart Cy’s movement—

Flannery McCoy: BUT THEY GET CHOPPED DOWN WITH A ‘CALAMITY’! SECOND ONE CONNECTS, AND DRAKE AND JOSO ARE BACK DOWN, RIGHT WHERE THEY STARTED! BOTH ELITISTS ARE IN AGONY!

(Cy himself is down on the mat, exhausted as can be. However, he knows he needs to get a move on. Raising his head, he can see the EAW World Heavyweight Championship glistening off into the corner, and being reminded how far he had to go in order to capture it, even if it made him lose favor with the fans… it’s all he needed in the world to help push him onward.)

(Cy rolls out of the ring, and while his strength is waning, he has enough left to lift up the apron skirt, and—)

Stew-O: *HE’S GOT A TABLE!*

Crowd: !!!

Jake Mercer: :mjlit:

Stew-O: Cy Henderson brings it back into the ring and works to set it up. He props it up on the mat, and now, he looks around, weighing his options. He flickers back and forth between Drake and Joso….

(…And eventually, he settles for Joso.)

Jake Mercer: He grabs Joso and LIGHTS HIM UP WITH AN UPPERCUT! He drops to his knees! Cy grins and he reaches down to pick up one of the steel chairs, seeing how weak he is…!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Flannery McCoy: Not good! Not good at all! He raises the chair up high and runs forward!

(***CRAAAAAAAAACK!!!!***)

Flannery McCoy: OH MY!!

Crowd: :damn:

Stew-O: JOSO! JOSO GOT UP IN TIME TO NAIL THAT SUPERKICK, AND CY *SPITS OUT BLOOD* AS A TOOTH COMES FLYING OUT—AS WELL AS SOMETHING ELSE! I CAN’T GET A GOOD GRASP OF WHAT IT WAS; IT FELL UNDERNEATH THE TABLE, BUT HE STAGGERS AND TUMBLES ONTO THE TABLE, CHAIR FALLING ONTO HIS CHEST!

Jake Mercer: NOOOOOO!!!

Flannery McCoy: YES! JOSO WAS ABLE TO AVOID DISASTER! Joso hobbles back up and sees the position Cy is in!

(Chair on the chest. Bleeding. Hurt. *Immobile*.)

(Joso takes one last deep breath, and nods his head.)

Joso: (off-mic) It’s over. This is **my** Era. Not yours.

(Cy can’t speak. He’s out cold.)

(Joso staggers towards the corner. The fans go crazy, chanting his name in unison. He grins, even through the pain, knowing that his Pain for Pride moment is upon him.)

Stew-O: THIS IS IT! THIS IS *THE* MOMENT JOSO HAS WORKED SO HARD TOWARDS FROM THE VERY MOMENT HE CAME AN ELITIST THREE YEARS AGO! EVEN WITH HIS ACCOLADES AND HIS ACCOMPLISHMENTS, THE ONE THING THAT HAS MATTERED TO HIM THE MOST IS BEING A PAIN FOR PRIDE MAIN EVENTER, CEMENTING HIS STATUS! AND NOW, THIS YOUNG MAN FROM THE BRONX WILL BE ABLE TO TRULY CALL HIMSELF IMMORTAL!

Jake Mercer: *Siiiiiiiiiiiiigh.* I guess I can’t hate it.

Flannery McCoy: Even *if* you did, you would have to suck it up! Joso is on the cusp of becoming a two-time World Heavyweight Champion as he comes to a stand!

(…)

Jake Mercer: ….! W-wait! It’s—

Stew-O: **DRAKE KING!**

Jake Mercer: Drake King is back in the mix as he scurried up the top rope, meeting up with Joso, and he KNEES HIM IN THE FACE! JOSO PLOPS DOWN ON HIS ASS! DRAKE ROUGHS UP HIS HEAD, AND YELLS AT HIM!

Drake King: (Off-mic) *THIS IS **MY** MOMENT, NOT YOURS!*

Flannery McCoy: HEADBUTTS! HEADBUTTS! HE’S ROCKING JOSO WITH THEM! JOSO BRINGS HIS ARMS UP, BLOCKING SOME, BUT NOT ALL!

Crowd: :damn: !

Stew-O: Joso lands a punch to the gut though, and that stops Drake! He hunches forward! Joso shakes off the headbutts, looking worse for wear, but he grabs Drake and—

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

Jake Mercer: WHAT WAS THAT?!!

Flannery McCoy: Drake just punched Joso in the face… **WITH THE BRASS KNUCKLES!**

Stew-O: Oh God! That—*that’s what likely fell from Cy’s person!* The brass knuckles that have been instrumental throughout this feud, and Drake saw it, having taken it for himself—

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

Stew-O: MORE LOADED PUNCHES—AND JOSO IS ALL BLOODIED UP IN THE FACE!!!

(And Drake continues, over and over and over and over again…)

(By the time he’s done, his fist is completely soaked in Joso’s blood.)

(A maddened look crosses Drake’s face. Joso limps forward, forehead flopping against his shoulder. He cannot move. There is no more fight left for him to give…. And Drake grins at the realization.)

Drake King: (Off-mic) I told you… that this was a mistake.. but you did not listen to me, so now…

(He grips him harshly on the jaw.)

Drake King: (Off-mic) I will have to end you.

Stew-O: Drake King has Joso trapped! The fans are INCENSED! Joso is like a sitting duck, and Drake is getting ready to send him down, crashing into Cy!

(However, the fans get louder.)

(Not because Joso has shown fight—but because Cy has rolled off of the table, and placed the steel chair down feebly as he collapses onto the mat.)

Jake Mercer: CY! CY IS OUT OF THE WAY! I THINK DRAKE IS TRYING TO DO A TWO FOR ONE DEAL, BUT HE DOESN’T REALIZE HE’S NOT DARE ANYMORE!

(*It’s too late*.)

Flannery McCoy: DRAKE GRABS JOSO AND LEAPS OFF THE TOP WITH HIM!!!

(***CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH!!!!!****)

Crowd: :damn: :damn: :damn:

(….)

(Both Drake and Joso are down and out within the heap of broken wooden pieces.)

Stew-O: Drake King—h-he sent Joso through with the neckbreaker, but BOTH of them hit that steel chair I believe with the back of their heads, and crashed and burned HORRIBLY! Cy set it all up!

(….)

(The referee quickly swoops in to check on both men. Neither of them moved.)

Flannery McCoy: :lupe:

(They raise Drake’s arm…. and it falls limp.)

(They raise Joso’s arm…)

(*And that falls limp as well.*)

Stew-O: DAMN IT! NOT LIKE THIS!

Jake Mercer: Oh, *please*, just like this… 🙏🏻

(Cy uses the ropes to prop him up, a bloodied smile stretching across his face. The referee raises both Drake and Joso’s arms up one last time.)

(They fall, and hit the mat.)

Referee: THAT’S IT—**RING THE BELL!**

(DING! DING! DING!)

(‘Saint Pablo’ blares out across the stadium. Cy is all but too giddy as he realizes that the outcome of the match has been ruled in his favor since neither Joso nor Drake King are able to continue. The fans are aghast and distraught, not anticipating that the match would ever end in this way. However, their eyes weren’t deceiving them—the referee takes the World Heavyweight Championship and hands it off to Henderson.)

(Stephie stands up from her chair. She herself is stunned, but the job must be done. It was over.)

Stephie Love: Ladies and gentlemen, here is YOUR winner….

Stephie Love: ….aaaaaaand STILL the EAW World Heavyweight Champion… CYYYYYYYY HEEEEENDEEEEEERSOOOOOOON!!!!

Crowd: .

Flannery McCoy: Uh oh.

Crowd: _ _

Stew-O: :lupe:

Crowd: # *BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!*

Stew-O: I… I don’t even know what to say. I am stunned, baffled, and at a lost for words. I don’t think I have ever seen anything like this in all my years that I have been working for EAW, let alone Pain for Pride. However, there is no denying it: Cy Henderson has successfully *retained* the EAW World Heavyweight Championship tonight.

Jake Mercer: YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! BIG MATCH CY DOES IT AGAIN!!! ALL YOU KEYBOARD WARRIORS AND JOSO STANS CAN *CRY!* BALL YOUR EYES OUT! GET MAD! GET STUPID! GO ABSOLUTELY BONKERS! BAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! MY GOAT COULD NEVER HAVE FAILED ME!! NE-VER!!!

Flannery McCoy: That was insane to witness all around—we just knew the kind of war that we were going to be witnessing, but this took things up to a whole new level. However, Cy retained without so much as having to pin or submit Drake and Joso, and… I think the deciding factor was Drake King being his own undoing, wanting to end Joso through any drastic means possible.

Stew-O: Absolutely. Drake became unhinged, almost unlike himself the more this match progressed, and his sights eventually set themselves wholly on Joso who believed shouldn’t have been in the match in the first place. That allowed Cy to get out of dodge at the last possible second, *and* set that chair on the table so that both men couldn’t come back.

Jake Mercer: You can chalk it up to pride and ego, but that was Cy just being smart! He KNEW how volatile the situation was. Hell, he himself has been annoyed with both men in the lead up to this match. However, in the end, he was able to keep a level head, and one last move sealed the deal for him in his favor. So, all congratulations in the world to Cy Henderson for not only retaining, but being the ONLY world champion to walk out of Pain for Pride with his championship! :blessed: I love EAW!

Stew-O: And with that, we must bid you all farewell…!

(But the cameras capture some chaotic shots as Cy walks out of the ring. Some of the fans are flinging their trash at him, while others by the front row ramp area are trying to reach over to swipe at him, causing security personnel to physically restrain them.)

Flannery McCoy: Oh, jeez..!!

Crowd: VETE A LA MIERDA! VETE A LA MIERDA!

Flannery McCoy: Well, no surprise that the fans weren’t going to be happy. :wow: Especially with how pro-Joso they have been tonight.

(But it’s the lead of Cy’s worries. He gets to the stage, his walk slowing to a crawl, but he’s still elated. Meanwhile, medical staff rush down to tend to both Drake and Joso. Drake, eyes having reopened, stares up into the night sky, disbelief covering his expression.)

Drake King: (Off-mic) *…i-it wasn’t supposed to be like this…I…I….It should’ve been my match….my title… my win…*

(Meanwhile, Joso raises his head up, barely an inch off the canvas, and sees Cy. Cy sees him.)

Cy Henderson: 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Cy Henderson: 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

Cy Henderson: 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

(He laughs. Much in the same way as Joso did to him at Fighting Spirit.)

(The final shot shows Cy raising the title and pyrotechnics going off, a sweeter reward knowing that he was the only defending champion left standing. And with that, Pain for Pride ends, and that concludes season 18…)

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