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VICTORY V

FALLOUT

29 NOVEMBER 2021

LIVE FROM THE PPG PAINTS ARENA IN PITTSBURG, PENNSYLVANIA | 10:00 MDT

ROLEPLAY DEADLINES

FRIDAY, 26 NOVEMBER 2021 @ 11:59 PM MOUNTAIN DISTRICT TIME

SATURDAY, 27 NOVEMBER 2021 @ 1:59 AM EASTERN STANDARD TIME

SATURDAY, 27 NOVEMBER 2021 @  5:59 AM BRITISH SUMMER TIME

SATURDAY, 27 NOVEMBER 2021 @ 2:59 PM AUSTRALIAN EASTERN STANDARD TIME

SEGMENT DEADLINES

SUNDAY, 28 NOVEMBER 2021 @ 10:00 PM MOUNTAIN DISTRICT TIME

MONDAY, 28 NOVEMBER 2021 @ 12:00 AM EASTERN STANDARD TIME

MONDAY, 29 NOVEMBER 2021 @ 5:00 AM BRITISH SUMMER TIME

MONDAY, 29 NOVEMBER 2021 @ 2:00 PM AUSTRALIAN EASTERN STANDARD TIME

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MAIN EVENT

SINGLES MATCH

HOLLY RHODES vs LA ANDALUCERA

5,000 WORDS MAX

SEMI-MAIN EVENT / HEADLINER

VICTORY MATCH (NON-TITLE)

LACHLAN KANE (C) vs SAPPHIRE DELGADO

2,000 WORDS MAX

MATCH SIX

SINGLES MATCH (NON-TITLE)

ZOEY MADIGAN-STAR (C) vs CHELSEA SKYE

4,000 WORDS MAX

MATCH FIVE

TRIPLE THREAT

XARIA LINETTE vs TJ ALEXANDER vs ANGEL

4,000 WORDS MAX

MATCH FOUR

SINGLES MATCH

LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON vs EL LANDERSON

4,000 WORDS MAX

MATCH THREE

SINGLES MATCH

KAYLA RICHARDS vs AMBER PAYNE

4,000 WORDS MAX

MATCH TWO

NEWCOMER SHOWCASE

CAITY DAWSON-CRUZ vs BAM MILLER vs ETHAN KNIGHT

4,000 WORDS MAX

OPENING MATCH

VICTORY MATCH

RUBY STEELE vs ACID BETH

2,000 WORDS MAX

#MADEOFEXCELLENCE

A black, blank screen greets the viewers as VICTORY begins to air. A low, humming sound is the only thing audible...at least until the Irish Scrapper’s voice is heard, speaking over top of the humming.

[VOICEOVER] LACHLAN KANE: I didn’t want the distraction of anyone else getting in my way. I wanted to get you into a ring, with no way to escape. To finally pay you back tenfold for every nightmare you put into my sister’s head. For every scream you tore from my brother’s throat. For every tear you made my little daughters cry.

Footage from Annihilation, covered in deep red, glitches into the screen. Lachlan Kane is visible popping Angel in the back of the head with the trash can lid, standing over her, kissing his wife. Then, the Lach-Down on El Landerson from the top rope, an image of him raising his championship high as the Inaugural Victory Champion.

A thud sounds, and the screen goes black again, the humming resonating still in the background.

[VOICEOVER] KAYLA RICHARDS: And we both know that being viewed as a failure is your biggest worry. It is your greatest fear, and your greatest phobia. For you to get in the ring with me and lose and have everyone believe that I'm better than you, for you to be viewed as nothing but a name on a list is the thing that keeps you up at night.

Images again, this time of Kayla Richards and Betsy Granger going back and forth, strong in both senses of the word. But it’s the schoolboy roll up, with the feet on the ropes, that clinches it for Kayla. The image follows her smirk as Betsy rolls upwards and yells at Kayla, who shrugs her shoulders.

Another thud. Black screen.

[ROBOTIC VOICEOVER] TARA AYLA: These are not wasteful words… I’d never commit such a sin... All prophecies now come to fruition… Pro Wrestling Excellence will be our, the Ayla’s, latest feast where my beloved has already set the table.

The image of the Annihilation in the Cell match begins. Chelsea Skye’s endeavors, Acid Beth’s attempts to fight. But in the end, Tara Ayla hits the Devil’s Kiss, and La Andalucera grasps Chelsea Skye around the waist as Ayla pins Acid Beth for the three count. Tara stares at La Andalucera, semi-confused but doesn’t question it at that time. The staredown from the challenger to the champion as Zoey Madigan-Star sees her contender in Tara Ayla.

Black, once more.

[VOICEOVER] XARIA LINETTE: There is darkness in everyone. You are no exception to the rule. Your portrayal of Madame Skye-Kline is quite telling. You haven’t been an actress long enough to say that’s all it is: acting. That wickedness is in the depths of your soul, the culmination of your being.

The attacks upon Xaria Linette, William Blake Mason are visible side by side. Then, standing across from Zoey Madigan-Star, Xaria’s accusations ring truth for her. She stands undaunted across from the Impulse Champion, who clearly dislikes the accusations in their entirety.

A thud, once more.

NATHANIEL CARTWRIGHT: I’m eager for the fight to start. Part of me wants to force-feed Damian his own arrogance until he chokes on it.

Nathaniel Cartwright’s vicious response to Damian Ayla’s control of the match, his barbed wire-wrapped fist making contact with Ayla’s chin and jaw with bludgeoning force. The smirk from Cartwright, bloodied lips and cheeks from the barbed wire wrapped around his face. Images of his final attempts to put Ayla away, the running high knee after the handcuffs, the Call of the Wild, the bridge.

The screen goes black again.

DAMIAN AYLA: I'm the champion here, and until now, there hasn't been anyone to challenge me.

Snippets of the match flood onto the screen once more. Ayla whipping Cartwright over the top ropes, into the pane of glass below; a delayed hangman’s neckbreaker from Ayla onto Cartwright into steel chairs; pulling backwards on Cartwright’s face with the barbed wire; the bashing of a light tube onto Cartwright’s arm as he was handcuffed to the ring.

The screen goes black once more.

DING DING DING!

NINA LAWRENCE: ...AND STILL...

The next image is of Damian Ayla, blood dripping from the cuts upon his body and face, and of him raising the Excellence Championship high above his head. The clear reminder of what remains is insinuated not only is this championship his, but it is clear:

Pro Wrestling EXCELLENCE belongs to Damian Ayla, and Damian Ayla alone.

“Resist” by Void Chapter featuring Celldweller begins, and the opening feed for Victory plays. As it fades out, the nearly sold-out crowd in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania appears as the yellow shades of Victory takes over the arena. The PPG Paints Arena is buzzing with energy. Most people close to the ring are already on their feet as the lights take over the crowd, weaving back and forth. Signs are visible in the crowd, such as:

OLLIE SHOULDA WON!

WE WANT KLAYTON KROSS!

LACHLAN KANE’S ABS = VICTORY CHAMPION

FIGHT! NYC’S DANE PRESTON IS GORGEOUS

ZOEY MADIGAN-STAR, PUT A SPELL ON ME!

FINN & KAYLA BE FXCKIN’

CHELSEA SKYE IS A WINNER IN OUR HEARTS

GET THEM BITCHES, XARIA

VIOLENCE IS EXCELLENCE

The cameras fall on the announce table stationed on the left-hand side of the stage. Greyson Marks and Lincoln Phelps are seated at the table. Greyson looks smart in his three piece suit and as usual, Lincoln wears his oversized metal t-shirt and has a red solo cup in hand.

GREYSON MARKS: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the fifth installment of VICTORY! I’m Greyson Marks and my counterpart, Lincoln Phelps, and I are here to give you the minute by minute action of the matches tonight. Annihilation came and went my friends--

LINCOLN PHELPS: And it was a brutal affair! Lachlan Kane won the Victory Championship in a street fight, Tara Ayla claimed the Impulse Championship Contendership. And if that’s not the least, Damian Ayla defeated Nathaniel Cartwright in his first defense of the Excellence Championship!

GREYSON MARKS: It truly was a fantastic affair -- Xaria Linette and Holly Rhodes battled for dominance, with Holly Rhodes retaining. Betsy Granger failed to put Kayla Richards away, and you know that Kayla is going to flaunt this all over the world.

LINCOLN PHELPS: As she fuckin’ should! Also--

"Sleep my child, they don't know your wars

Though it's them, who you're fighting for"

The audience becomes enveloped in darkness, where only a dim light brightens the space and the commentating staff is cut off. Cascading hues of purple and midnight blue cycle through with the occasional beat of white to help imagine nighttime atmosphere. "Though Our Paths May Diverge" by Mili begins with a haunting organ solo, illustrating a funeral procession. On the entrance stage, white smoke begins to leak out from underneath, mist on a midnight stroll. As Mili's serene, yet foreboding voice trickles in, the camera fixates on the arrival of the Pro Wrestling Excellence Champion. The damage from his war with Nathaniel Cartwright remains, through scars, stitches, and bruises. Most importantly, he takes gingerly steps, aided by the baroque cane in his grip.

NINA LAWRENCE: At this time, please welcome...the PRO WRESTLING EXCELLENCE CHAMPION...THE GODSLAYING BEAST...DAMIAN AYLA!

With the Pro Wrestling Excellence Championship resting on his shoulder, Damian begins his slow trek down to the ring. Despite the clear damage, he doesn’t register it, instead keeping to his usual stoic machinations. Devoid of Tara Ayla’s presence, Damian looks more human than he ever has. One step down on the metallic ramp does send a beat of pain through him, acknowledged by him gritting his teeth. The factoid appears the most when he climbs each stair into the ring. Laboriously, he enters and stands in the single spotlight. His theme dies out as the dark ambience he curates surrounds him. He reaches into his coat pocket, retrieving a microphone tucked away. He turns it on and prepares himself to speak.

DAMIAN AYLA: I’m not one to brag about my success. When you understand the measure of your abilities, then you have no need to aggrandize them.

The champion receives silence, yet there’s still disdain. Captures of the audience shows them eyeing him with a fervent displeasure, wishing that the outcome of Annihilation was different. Nevertheless, the present stomps out their desires, forcing them into obedient quietness. Damian shifts his hand around, drawing attention to the cane.

DAMIAN AYLA: Nathaniel Cartwright failed in many ways. He didn’t defeat me. He didn’t avenge his lover. He didn’t make me fear him in any way. Though, I will concede that he made me question the depth of his tenacity. His mission to brutalize me came to fruition. Although, it’s pyrrhic at best--dwindling at its worst. These wounds? They will heal. The scars will mix in with the others. I’m not the kind of person to recall the stories of where they came from. Yet, the scars I left on him will last forever. The boy’s first taste of the grandest limelight resulted in him being victimized by yours truly. Much to everyone’s discontent.

The barb incites the audience, drawing rebellious jeers. Damian’s jaw flexes, threatening a smirk.

DAMIAN AYLA: In some other realm, he will be someone’s downfall. Though, in coming times, he may only have the option to go after Lachlan Kane. My wife shall take the Impulse Championship. At that point, Pro Wrestling Excellence will be fully engineered for our benefit, no one else’s. Alas, my victory leaves me without many contenders. Or at least none have been presented to me. The comedian, the blowhard, the Amazonian? They don’t seem to be satisfactory just yet. In due time, perhaps, but I’m an active champion. I don’t like to sit on my laurels. To ensure true dominion over this company in the meantime, I feel as though it’s necessary to turn my attention to a rampant problem.

Damian’s eyebrows lowered as he turned his head to the entrance stage.

DAMIAN AYLA: Before my match, there were efforts by others to try to make themselves known. Sure, those people were guests, but they wanted adoration at our expense. I cannot have that. I believe I speak for the entirety of this company--outside from some profuse individuals--when I say that their actions were unacceptable. Pro Wrestling Excellence isn’t a vehicle for other companies to gain some prestige. As I laid in the infirmary, I thought of a solution to this. As such, I need to invite Ms. Ophelia Knight to the ring, so we may discuss this further.

There is utter silence for an absurdly long time -- almost so long that Damian goes to raise his microphone again. However, his wishes are granted. “Obey” by Bring Me the Horizon plays loudly over the arena’s speakers. His eyebrows seem to lower further as he watches Ophelia Knight step out from underneath the curtain.

She is, as always, not alone. General Manager Charlie Jones accompanies her, curiosity written all over her face as she walks just a small step behind the owner. Curiosity, however, is not the expression on Ophelia’s face as she stares down her own champion. The clink of her stiletto heels against the steel of steps is audible as the camera follows her moves, but one thing is obvious: the silence is here to stay.

And that silence wasn’t commanded by Ophelia, but Damian himself.

As she enters the ring, she surveys the damaged champion, an ambivalent smile across her expression. Charlie reaches for a microphone and hands it to her, her eyes too watching Damian as if the injured man would, by all means, be willing to drop his act and attack.

OPHELIA KNIGHT: I would say congratulations, Damian. But as you said, there is no need to aggrandize your accomplishments. Somehow, when I learned that you requested this time, it was not going to be another celebration. As always, I’m happy to listen to proposals...provided that they’re needed. I won’t lie, I’m semi-intrigued by this...and so, here we are.

She gestures to him, opening her hand upwards and indicating that she would like to hear him further, her expression impassive as it had been just moments ago.

DAMIAN AYLA: I’m not going to infringe on either of your two’s time for long. Simply put, I think it’s wise for me to be able to seek out competition. Pro Wrestling Excellence continues to expand. The viewership from Annihilation weren’t just full of the eyes of these people here—

He motions to the quiet audience.

DAMIAN AYLA: Why don’t we play a little game with those who were watching? You have the room on these shows to cater to them a bit? Open up the doors, invite anyone who thirsts for opportunity, and have them compete in whatever match you see fit. Let them eliminate each other until one last person is standing. And then…you have my new number one contender.

Damian lowers his microphone, giving the floor to his superiors. Charlie Jones gives her boss a quizzical look, and Ophelia steps back to confer with her. Charlie nods affirmatively and lets a smile adorn her face. It fades when Ophelia readjusts her attention back on the Excellence Champion. Damian locks eyes with Charlie, who lifts both eyebrows, giving him an accusatory look. Ophelia seems to temper both people with a look between both.

OPHELIA KNIGHT: Allow me to encapsulate what you’re saying, if you will.

Damian nods and Ophelia continues.

OPHELIA KNIGHT: PWE opens its door to the masses. We allow outside stars to come in to compete for a chance to fight you for the Pro Wrestling Excellence Championship? You understand that if you lose that match, then we will essentially send our championship off to other places.

Ophelia paces a little in the ring.

OPHELIA KNIGHT: Dickie Watson can come into this proposed competition, win that, and go on to defeat you. Then we will have to enjoy watching the Pro Wrestling Excellence Championship serve as an accessory to FIGHT:NYC broadcasting. Sierra Williams could take it back PWS: APEX. Alias could add it to his catalogue of championship reigns. Leon Chant could--

Ophelia stops herself, realizing that she is belaboring the point. She clears her throat and stares at the Pro Wrestling Excellence Champion, her champion, in many respects. Scarred and battered, but still standing with the same confidence she saw the first day he walked into the company. Ophelia’s serious expression softens a bit and she gives Damian a reassuring smile.

OPHELIA KNIGHT: I think the risk is worth it. Pro Wrestling Excellence is about having the best matches between the most elite competitors. You, Damian, stand at the top. You put down one of our most promising prospects in decisive fashion, and no one has been able to touch you. We have been expressing our ideas to open the borders as it is, to broaden our reach in the community. You seem to echo these sentiments, for one reason or another. I believe that you can defeat anyone that comes into this ring, and you seek to prove that once again. Who am I to stand in your way? Not many people would dare to think of such a plan, to put yourself out in the open for anyone to take aim at. You truly think you’re up for the challenge?

Damian doesn’t need to respond with his words. The Godslaying Beast merely takes his championship and lifts it high for the entire audience--no, the entire world to see. Ophelia and Charlie both glance up at the championship, seeing its splendor once again. As Damian lowers it down, Ophelia’s grin solidifies, no doubt remaining in her mind.

OPHELIA KNIGHT: Then Charlie and I will do our part. Damian Ayla, on Victory VII, we will hold a special contendership opportunity.

She turns to the audience and the cameras.

OPHELIA KNIGHT: If you have the determination to compete, show up. If you have the belief that you can take down the Archetype of Violence, then please step forward. For whoever wins that match on Victory VII, you will have a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to compete for a championship that’s gaining more prestige every day.

Ophelia receives a unanimous, uproarious cheer from the audience. Damian, either truthfully or sarcastically, claps his hands for the owner. The act garners a glare from Charlie, and the two share an intense look before Charlie accompanies Ophelia by her side. The boss begins to take her exit but stops herself.

OPHELIA KNIGHT: Though, Damian? If you want to send a message, you need to compete at Victory VII as well. I take it that you’ll be able to do that, right? The--what did you call him--boy didn’t hurt you that badly, did he?

Damian’s earlier expression dissolves for one of quiet disdain. Ophelia and Charlie both head up the ramp and away from Damian. The champion remains in the ring, slowly dawning a smile as he realizes he has gotten exactly what he asked for.

PWS: Apex Presents Riot
Tuesday, December 7, 2021
State Farm Arena - Atlanta, GA

Main Event

Singles Match

Nick Madison vs. Tyson Sykes

Non-Title Match

Singles Match

Sierra Williams © vs. Bella Madison

Tag Team Match

Gracie Lopez and Alexis Makarios vs. Dream Team

Hardcore Deathmatch

Mack McKane vs. MUD (With Skip)

Tag Team Title Contendership Match

Triple Threat Match

Alexander Lyons vs. El Landerson vs. Ella Singleton

Singles Match

Mike Hawk vs. Audrey Russow

As the crowd roars with disapproval and acceptance of Damian’s Open Challenge we move backstage. Just on the other side stands Tara Ayla who is observing her husband wearing a quiet smile. Just to the right of the woman comes a figure that appears from the shadows. The presence doesn’t seem to surprise Tara but does make her straighten up. Her arms refold over her chest as La Andalucera leans forward. Her eyes scanning over the posture with a careful step closer. There is still a reasonable distance between the two women.

LA ANDALUCERA: No es posible that he getting here without you support, but he is going out there on his own for adoration?

This comment summons a wince then a glare from Tara instantly. Tension sprouts up yet goes unacknowledged.

LA ANDALUCERA: You are left to the scraps. This pleases you?

Whatever Tara’s expression is cannot be seen due to her swiftly turning her head away to face the wall. Now her body is tense, shoulders lifting a bit higher. La Andalucera has an opportunity not given to everyone else and sees the expression on Mrs. Ayla’s face. This seems to please La Andalucera because the distance between the women widens. Silent passes between the two but is not uncomfortable for them. Tara’s shoulders relax back and her gaze returns to the other lacking the fury as before.

LA ANDALUCERA: Later, please to be my guest when I show Holly Rhodes the floor?

Tara’s expression remains unreadable; rather emotionless but her eyes are sparkling with energy. Unspoken conversation is exchanged through their eye contact only to be truly understood by either woman. Most of the animosity has been taken over by something else yet leaves the room still thick with tension. Tara hands unfurl from over her chest with eyes slowly retreating off. Her gaze continuously moves about the room, a trait that has come to be a signal that Tara is thinking about something. Confliction wears upon her features noted by furrowed brows then is wiped off with a sigh.

LA ANDALUCERA: Bueno, suit yourself. But after? Bring your champion and we will get dinner. Something less public? Away from nosey nosey.

Tara mouth actually opens up before clamps close again. Her head shakes to decline needing no further explanation. Their conversation is now promptly cut off with the Excellence Champion returning backstage. Damian’s commanding presence draws his wife in quickly. She departs from La Andalucera entirely. Tara signs something to her husband that brings a very slight smile to his normally stoic features.

DAMIAN AYLA: Thank you.

He looks to La Andalucera with an expression similar to his wife’s; not outwardly anything specific but holds an unfriendly aura. The temperature dipping lower and lower with their usual oppressive intimidating energy swallowing the room. La Andalucera, unlike most, is unaffected by them and remains ever an observer. Damian’s focus returns to Tara, adjusting the belt on his shoulder which she smooths a hand over it. Her smile is seen from the side and she signs something again.

The two of them sweep away leaving focus on La Andalucera. Her eyes roll with a minor head shake of disapproval.

Ruby Steele and Acid Beth get nose to nose in the middle of the ring as the ref calls for the bell. Without provocation Ruby begins swinging wildly. Connecting blows to the side of Beth’s head. Elbow shot after elbow shot. Beth is able to block the final attempt and snatches Ruby by the waist and lifts her into the air for a belly to belly suplex. Then quickly mounts Ruby and begins clubbing away. Ruby, while covering up, drags both of them to the ropes and grabs ahold of the bottom one.

GREYSON MARKS: Smart move by Ruby Steele to get the to the bottom rope.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Blind squirrel…. Blind squirrel.

Beth breaks the hold well before the five count, and drags Ruby up to her feet. With an open handed slap, she cracks Ruby and she stumbles backwards. Beth goes for a short clothesline but Ruby ducks under and quickly grabs the neck of Beth and slams her to the ground. Ruby looks at Beth on the mat and runs towards the ropes. She leaps onto the middle rope and backflips towards Beth.

GREYSON MARKS: Ruby looking to take some high risk….

LINCOLN PHELPS: Aaaaaaannnnnddddddd….

Beth gets her knees up at the last second, and as Ruby rolls on the mat she grabs a leg and applies a half Boston crab. Pulling back with all her might Beth wrenches on the knee. Ruby scratches and claws her way to the bottom rope. Just as her fingers are about to grasp the bottom rope. Beth drags her back to the middle of the ring.

GREYSON MARKS: Beth cuts off half the ring by dragging her back to the middle.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Oh goodie, a match that will end with a random submission. I pay women more money to make me submit.

GREYSON MARKS: I’m just going to avoid that and move on.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Safe word is pineapples.

Ruby was able to rotate her body and kick Beth off of her. As Ruby gets to a knee Beth advances on her. Ruby leaps into the air and takes Beth down with a hurricanrana. Beth rolls to the corner and is sitting on the bottom turnbuckle. Ruby gets a head of steam and leaps towards Beth. Beth yet again is one step ahead and rolls out of the way. Beth once again stays on the attack. Beth grabs an arm and then lands a Ripcord Knee that dazes Ruby, keeps an arm wrenched into a hard forearm, now with the wrenched arm still in her grasp she ends it with a cradle piledriver.

GREYSON MARKS: TURN ON!

LINCOLN PHELPS: Don’t….

GREYSON MARKS: TUNE IN!

LINCOLN PHELPS: RAHN STAPPPP!

GREYSON MARKS: DROP OUT!

Wasting no time Beth gets to her feet and picks up the loopy Ruby. She brings Ruby to the dead center of the ring and calls for the end. ACID DROP. Beth slams Ruby to the mat and rolls the over over into a pin.

ONE

TWO

THREE!!

DING DING DING!

WINNER BY PINFALL: ACID BETH

LINCOLN PHELPS: Well! Much better showing than at Annihilation.

GREYSON MARKS: I said it once, and I'll say it again...Acid Beth will go far here if she keeps her head up and doesn't let failures consume her.

The scene opens up backstage of the PPG Paints Arena. Taylor Blazer and her manager Jessica Miami have just arrived looking lavish, as they say.

Jessica Miami is seen wearing a Hot Pink shirt with hot pink tights to match why wearing some pink Nike sneakers; The H.B.I.C. Taylor Blazer is seen wearing a purple Nike jumpsuit with some purple Nike Air Forces on. They walk down the glass of PWE, talking among themselves.

TAYLOR BLAZER: Really Miami did really schedule me to debut here tonight in Pittsburgh Pennsylvania? Like really Miami this city is full of losers and their professional football team sucks so bad they tied with a team that can't even win a game.

The fans in the arena can be heard booing as they hear Taylor’s word through the speakers.

JESSICA MIAMI: Listen bestie, I did my best to get you to debut in a city more glamorous to your stature. I tried really hard negotiating with that bitc-- What I meant to say with that nice lady of a GM around here, Charlie Jones, but she insisted that you show your face here tonight and here we are in this dump.

Taylor makes an annoyed face as the two ladies continue to walk down the hall before pumping into another star around PWE Lewis Chad, who happens to be chewing on some chicken wings at catering.

LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON:Oh whaddup?

Lewis quickly wipes his hand on his pants and extends it out towards the two women. They both scoff at the notion and continue walking down the hallway. Lewis runs up behind them to catch up.

LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: Not much for handshakes? Yeah I get it. Anyways, I’m Lewis Chad Pin….

TAYLOR BLAZER: Why do I care?

LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: Oh. Well either way, I’m the guy who everyone loves around these parts.

TAYLOR BLAZER: (Raising An Eyebrow) Why?

LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: Honestly? Between you and me and your friend…

JESSICA MIAMI: Manager.

LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: Awesome! I could use one of them.

JESSICA MIAMI: Pass.

LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: Fair. Anyways, I don’t know why people like me. They just do. Getting back to my point. I know everyone around these parts. You need to know who anyone is, LCP is your guy.

Taylor whispers in Miami's ear for a moment, before looking back at LCP with a fake smile.

JESSICA MIAMI: You know, LCP, you seem like a good guy and all (She tries to hide her annoyed facial expression.), but Taylor doesn't like to associate with just anyone in the industry. She's on a different level than most athletes in this business, and being linked to you could damage her image.

Taylor smirks and then snaps her fingers.

TAYLOR BLAZER: Here is the deal, funny little man. If I ever need any information about who's who in this business, I'll call for you but judging by the talent around here, I won't need it to get ahead in this company. I'm already the baddest Bitch in this locker room, and I don't need friends

Miami giggles and tries to high-five Taylor, but Taylor leaves her hanging. Miami tries to pretend it didn't happen as she continues to laugh at LCP.

LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: Wait? So you’re telling me you don’t want my help? Oh thank god! I don’t know shit about this business. You’re the first person not to swing a chair at my head.

The two ladies smirk and shake their heads.

LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: Right!?! Like who would want to hurt me? But I understand, I’m not for everyone. Just know that there’s a guy running around calling himself a comedian…

Lewis leans in close to the ladies who both slightly recoil.

LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: He’s not that funny. I’m funnier than he is and I’m not even trying. Also there’s a cat. Ollie Dorito. He’s my best buddy in this locker room, mostly because I don’t think he can talk. He’s like Groot. All he says is meow.

Taylor looks at Miami with a confused look then back at LCP.

TAYLOR BLAZER: You telling me Kevin Hart wrestles here?

Miami burst out laughing and slightly slaps LCP on the back.

TAYLOR BLAZER: Miami what are you laughing at?

Miami continues to laugh why answering the question.

JESSICA MIAMI: The joke about Kevin Hart and how LCP said there was a comedian here that's not funny.

TAYLOR BLAZER: I was serious! If Kevin Hart were working there, I would've felt a lot better being around another big-money star, but I guess having LCP tag along will do for now.

Taylor claps her hands together and walks down the hall why Miami turns to LCP.

JESSICA MIAMI: Well looks like you've become part of the entourage of The H.B.I.C. Please make sure to have our Protein shakes on time, and yea we expect you to carry all the heavy bags.

Miami pulls out a few hundred bills.

JESSICA MIAMI: This is just to show you Taylor's gratitude, thank you for the tour.

Miami snaps her fingers and blows a kiss at LCP, and walks off to catch up with Taylor.

The scene opens up in the backstage area, focused on one of the entrance doors leading in from the parking garage. It swings open suddenly, and a collective cheer can be heard from the crowd in the arena as Lachlan Kane steps into the building with a smile on his face and his Victory title proudly displayed over his shoulder.

GREYSON MARKS: And here we have the newly crowned Victory champion Lachlan Kane, who outlasted five other competitors in a brutal street fight at Annihilation to claim the belt.

LINCOLN PHELPS: A lot of people doubted his ability to maintain focus in that match due to his ongoing problems with Angel, but he proved them all wrong and now he stands as the inaugural champion.

As the men are talking, Lachlan makes his way through the hallways, smiling and nodding to some of the crew members who congratulate him as he passes them by. He arrives at the locker room assigned to him for the night, and he pushes open the door and flips on the light switch. The moment he does, a loud chorus of “SURPRISE!” has him yelping in shock and staring around the room. But his look of shock soon changes to a look of happiness as he sees the room is filled with his friends and family. At the front of the crowd stands his sister Alanah O’Connell-Russow with her husband Jack Russow, and his brother Malachi and his wife Bella Madison. His two cousins Alfie and Ciara were standing off to the side, and his wife Sierra was standing with them as well. A few of his other students from the Wolfslair gym rounded out the guest list, and all of them were holding confetti poppers that they all let fly at that moment, showering the room in colourful bits of shiny paper. He laughs, running a hand along his hair to brush some of the debris out as Alanah runs up to him and gives him a big hug with a self-satisfied smirk on her face.

ALANAH O’CONNELL-RUSSOW: And you thought you weren’t going to have a party!

LACHLAN KANE: No, I said ‘I hope I don’t get a party’. Really, you don’t need to make such a big deal about it.

SIERRA WILLIAMS: But it is a big deal. You’ve been chasing gold for two years, and finally you’re a champion again. You’ve worked hard to get to where you are, and you deserve every moment of it. Surprise parties included.

MALACHI: Exactly. So take a moment to enjoy being a champion.

LACHLAN KANE: Well, you know what they say...no rest for the wicked.

The room broke out into a chorus of laughs as Lachlan looks around at everyone gathered, his eyes shining with emotion. He clears his throat slightly, and everyone turns to look at him.

LACHLAN KANE: In all seriousness, this means a lot to me. To have you all here, celebrating my win with me...I’m really touched. And lucky to have such a great support system in my life. Without you all cheering me on and helping me believe in myself, I don’t think I could have -

He pauses mid-sentence, a strange look overtaking his face. He glances towards the door slowly, while everyone else trades odd looks.

ALANAH O’CONNELL-RUSSOW: Lachy? What’s wrong?

He shakes his head slightly and turns his attention back to the group.

LACHLAN KANE: Just thought I heard something at the door. Probably just the crew walking by. Now, let’s get this thing going before I head out for my match.

Everyone cheers again and they all begin to talk excitedly to each other. Meanwhile, the camera slowly moves out the door and into the hallway, where it shows a wickedly grinning Angel leaning up next to the slightly-ajar door.

ANGEL: How sweet. The family’s all together to have their little hurrah for the precious.

The smile grows more twisted and deranged as she loops a lock of her vibrant red hair around her finger.

ANGEL: But soon...soon...ashes, ashes...they’ll all...fall...down.

With a sinister giggle and a flip of her hair, she whirls on her heel and goes skipping off down the hallway, whistling a tune.

WARNING: THE FOLLOWING SCENES ARE GRAPHIC AND SOME VIEWERS MAY FIND THEM DISTURBING. VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

The scene in question is of a well-mangled arm, an arm laden with tattoos of many sorts. But those are not what draws the eye, nor are the piles of red-soaked towels beneath them. The wounds, deep enough in places to show muscle, line the limb. Sewn up bit by agonizing bit, we can see the limb tense from time to time and hear the whispers of medical professionals over a growl or two of abject discomfort barely held back through clenched teeth.

The aftermath of war. The price of gold lust. Marks that will never go away.

SYBIL HALTER: If you didn’t know who he was before, you certainly do now. So do I.

The voice is that of Sybil Halter, who is shown shortly after, presumably at the same facility shown peripherally in the earlier clips. She leans upon a wall outside a door leading into an operating room. Probably not supposed to be there, given regulations and what-not, but Sybil strikes as the sort of woman who gets her way regardless of resistance.

SYBIL HALTER: Two warriors who don’t know the meaning of quitting, of limits… and sometimes of good sense. Smashing into one another like runaway trains. One smashed a little harder than the other, though. You know how it goes.

It sounds as if she means to make light of the situation. Not a bad idea.

But there is no “making light” of staples being inserted into someone’s scalp to hold together a wound. Nor is the litany of punctures and scrapes on the back of the person in question. Granted, the former are small and they will fade easily, but catching them all at once? It had to suck. When the view returns to Sybil, she’s glancing at the door, musing.

SYBIL HALTER: And why? For gold? That certainly hung in the balance, didn’t it? Hanging like a banana over a monkey cage. Pride, perhaps? You can’t frame that on a wall or put it in the bank. But these boys… they crave it all the same. You gotta love ‘em for it.

A bit of admiration on her face, perhaps? Could be. The concern is still underlying, yet obvious.

SYBIL HALTER: The question is where they go from here. I think for Mr. Ayla, it is pretty simple: he continues his dominance. The undefeated champion remains so for the time being. A few new scars, a little respect and fresh blood on the horizon. Now he has to sit upon a throne awaiting proper entertainment again, right? How droll… Sure he probably agrees. People with that hunger desire matches like that deathmatch constantly. As to the other… there is a lesson to be learned. Now like a good old fashion brawl can't imprint in our brains.. Heh.

From there, the door opens. The view shifts to the side, showing from the direction opposing that in which Sybil stands. A figure walks… no, he staggers… from the operating room, a nurse and doctor bustling after him. Sybil stops the latter, accepting the information that the white-coated man was trying to get the staggering figure to accept, assuring him in her own small way that it would be tended to. The nurse, on the other hand, rushed the station in an attempt to find temporary transportation for the former patient to use, but one look at the wheelchair in question caused a growl laced with pain to emit from him. Sybil shoos them away and takes the less-bandaged arm of the man, the other thick and almost immobile from all the wrapping, helping him to the elevator.

The view pans around, showing the ragged, weathered, bloodstained face of Nathaniel Cartwright. The fresh white tank top he wears is already soaking with sweat and some leftover crimson from the recently dressed wounds, mostly those on his back. Another prominent bandage is around his head at the position of those ghastly staples. He’s moving as though he’s four times his age, but he IS moving. Somehow.

SYBIL HALTER: Home now. Rest.

Even if he wanted to resist, Nathaniel would not have the means. He allows Sybil to lead him into the elevator, turning to face out as the doors close, his hooded stare more than a little frightening. How could a man battered and beaten so badly mere hours ago be upright, much less conscious? The wounds, the pain… all so very real. Yet he seems determined to fight them every step of the way.

Some things, though, you just can’t fight.

The scene fades to black, leaving only silence before a few words burn into view on the screen in place of the darkness, each one spoken even as it manifests, the voice clearly that of Nathaniel, every syllable etched with pain and determination alike.

”Don’t hunt what you can’t kill.”

We see the opening of the video focus on a single crown with a spotlight shining down upon it...suddenly we see a flash of shadows flicker across the background as we hear Christopher Walken’s speech from Poolhall Junkies.

CHRISTOPHER WALKEN: You got this lion, he’s the king of the jungle. Huge mane out to here. He’s laying down under a tree, in the middle of Africa, he’s so big, he’s so hot! He doesn’t wanna move.

We see flash cuts of lions yawning under a big tree in the Serengeti intertwined with running packs of hyenas and coyotes as Christopher Walken continues…

CHRISTOPHER WALKEN: Now, the little lion cubs they start messin’ with him, bitin’ his tail, bitin’ his ears, he doesn’t do anything. The lioness, she starts messing with him, coming over making trouble, still nothing.

We see flashes of Lachlan Kane, Miles Kasey, and Bella Madison as the fans pop as loud as you could ever imagine. We continue…

CHRISTOPHER WALKEN: Now the other animals, they notice this, and they start to move in. The jackals, hyenas, they’re barking at him, laughing at him. They nip his toes and eat the food that’s in his domain.

They show the crown and suddenly the pedestal it’s sitting on splits and the crown breaks into pieces. We see flashes of Alex Jones laughing, Ken Davison laughing, and Augustino Romano laughing.

CHRISTOPHER WALKEN: They do this and they get closer and closer and bolder and bolder, till one day…

We see flashes of the Twitter exchanges between Finn Whelan and Levi Russow as Finn Whelan is silhouetted for a moment until it changes and Levi is the one silhouetted…

CHRISTOPHER WALKEN: ...that lion gets up and tears the shit outta everybody, runs like the wind, eats everything in his path…

We see flash shots of some of Levi’s greatest hits from the beginning of his career 22 years ago to his latest failure against Alex Jones.

CHRISTOPHER WALKEN: ...’cause every once in a while, the lion has to show the jackals who he is.

Suddenly the scenery cigarette burns out as we see someone walk into frame, kneel down, and pick up the pieces of the crown. As they rise, the camera rises with them, until we reach the pinnacle coming face to face with Levi Russow who has his Rufio style eye paint and his cyberpirate futuristic lost boy attire as he smirks and tosses the pieces of the crown over his shoulder as he cracks his neck and states…

LEVI RUSSOW: I have come...to beat the shit...out of a man who looks like an anorexic prepubescent Dutch girl. Finn Whelan...you want the gunslinger...you better be as fast as you think you are.

He ...BITCHSLAPS! The screen as we see a wild graphic flaring his name “LEVI RUSSOW” doing a 3D flying effect as “True Believers” by The Bouncing Souls plays and as it plays on he bounds off to the beat and before he disappears we hear him scream…

LEVI RUSSOW: ANOREXIA IS NO JOKING MATTER, PLEASE SEEK HELP, YOU ARE IMPORTANT. K THANKS BYE!

We end with the graphic of his name as “True Believers” fades out.

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Lewis Chad Pinkston is seen walking into the arena. Not really paying attention to anyone. We can see headphones covering his ears when he takes his hood off upon entering the building. Dragging a suitcase on wheels behind him.

LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: She's into superstitions, Black cats and voodoo dolls, I feel a premonition,That girl's gonna make me fall….

Lewis begins dancing in the back hallway. He lifts up his suitcase and begins dancing with it. Singing as off key as you’d imagine.

LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: She's into new sensations, New kicks in the candlelight, She's got a new addiction, For every day and night, She'll make you take your clothes off and go dancing in the rain, She'll make you live her crazy life, but she'll take away your pain, Like a bullet to your brain, Come on!

He throws the suitcase at one of the workers in the back and continues dancing. Although it seems as if there was a group forming around him, matching each one of his steps. Lewis is quite the dancer.

LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: Upside, inside out
She's livin' la vida loca
She'll push and pull you down
Livin' la vida loca
Her lips are devil red
And her skin's the color mocha
She will wear you out
Livin' la vida loca
Come on!
Livin' la vida loca
Come on!
She's livin' la vida loca!

Lewis finishes the chorus and reaches the end of the hallway as the rest of the entourage has dispersed. Sitting there next to the Locker room door on the top of a chair, is Ollie Dorito. His tail twitching as the cat seems quite annoyed.

LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: Sup Ollie Cool Ranch?

OLLIE: Merow.

LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: What do you mean buddy?

OLLIE: Meow.

LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: I dunno. I was thinking, fighting a Luchador tonight. I already did it once in a place that shan’t be named, and traveled to Mexico. So when it was first brought to my attention. First thought was….

OLLIE: Mreow…

LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: Yup! They love their soccer down there. So that led me to playing FIFA for days on end, and then in order to get Smooth out of my head….

OLLIE: Meow.

LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: No, not quite Menudo, but close. I mean Ricky Martin was in that group, but It’s a banger of a song.

OLLIE: Meow.

LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: So that’s why I was dancing.

OLLIE: Mreow!

LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: Whaddya mean?

Ollie stands up and arches his back and jumps down from the chair. Where the cat once sat was a sign detailing, No Flash Mobs, No Impromptu Dancing and No Singing off key. Lewis tears the sign down and crumples it up.

LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: We aren’t living in Footloose OLLIE!!!!

Lewis opens the door to the locker room and slams the door behind him.

GREYSON MARKS: At Annihilation, we saw Kayla Richards defeat Betsy Granger with a schoolboy pin that used the ropes. You can bet that Betsy wasn’t thrilled with that, but it is what it is.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Honestly, I just think it’s stupid that Betsy can’t just let it go.

GREYSON MARKS: Just a Kayla Mark, aren’t you?

LINCOLN PHELPS: Damn straight.

In the ring, Kayla leans against the ropes as Amber Payne bounces from foot to foot, looking ready to tango with the woman she called a “smutbag”. The expression in Kayla’s eyes screams murder, and confidence is raring to go in Payne’s. As soon as the bell rings for the two competitors to face one another, Kayla shoots out of the corner, hitting Amber Payne with a well-placed spear around her midsection. Amber lays on the mat, somewhat shocked, as Kayla sits up on her knees, smirking with her own form of glee that she caught Payne off guard. Kayla climbs to her feet, reaching down and grabbing Amber by her hair, pulling her upwards through the dark strands. Amber gasps out, but nevertheless gets to her feet.

Kayla thinks she has the upper hand, and it’s obvious now, but Amber fights back immediately! She pulls a clothesline out of nowhere, stepping back and clocking Kayla in the throat. Kayla falls to her knees, and Amber, unwilling to pull away her arm, immediately hip checks Kayla’s head, knocking her to the floor. Amber postures a little, raising her hands upwards as she walks away from the Dreamkiller.

GREYSON MARKS: Amber delivering a nice hip check right to the side of Kayla’s head. Those thighs look to be vicious, much like the rest of the Queen of Strong Style’s arsenal.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Right, but...you should never turn your back on Kayla...FOR THAT REASON!

The crowd boos loudly as Kayla rushes upwards, delivering a running bulldog to Payne, with a united “ooof!” at the sound of her head hitting the mat. Kayla crawls upwards to her feet and stares down at Payne.

KAYLA RICHARDS (unaided): How’s that for a fuckin’ ring rat, huh?!

Kayla wastes no time in reaching down, pulling Amber up by her hair again, standing up, and delivering a flexible and well-placed back kick to Amber’s face. She gives Payne a few breaths to get back into the moment, stalking her own prey as she waits for Amber to get to her feet once more.

KAYLA RICHARDS (unaided): Come on, get up!

Amber does, turning and looking directly at Kayla, who makes an extremely lewd gesture including her tongue between her legs, and Amber shoots forward once more, delivering a thesz press to the front of Kayla’s body, dropping down and delivering a series of fist punches to Kayla’s face. Kayla does a fairly decent job of blocking most of these, bringing her arms up to shield her face. Amber rears back and SLAMS her fist into Kayla’s jaw as the referee pulls her back.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Amber showin’ Kayla that she’s not one to mess around with. Who cares that she’s been to multiple companies in the past year -- here at PWE, she’s lookin’ to push herself forward into the light. And she’ll do that with my bestie from Norwich.

GREYSON MARKS: Bestie from Norwich? I don’t even think she’s knows your name.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Not true, mate. She called me Loggy in the back. Lincoln Logs. Hah, get it? Yeah. She’s my best friend, she’s a real bad bitch, got her own mone--

GREYSON MARKS: PAYNE IN WITH THE SOUL EATER.

Indeed, Amber Payne has jumped right back onto Kayla, wrapping her up in her own version of the Asuka Lock. Kayla flails as Payne wraps her legs around her waist, tugging and trying to get the Dreamkiller to submit. Kayla finally reaches out, grabbing a rope. The referee counts for Amber to let go, and reluctantly, she does. Kayla’s black hair covers her face enmasse as she grabs the rope and hauls herself upwards just as Amber is getting to her feet as well. The only thing visible is her shining white teeth as she grits them in frustration.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Bestie mad, mate.
Payne turns around, and walks right into a vicious chop across her chest from Kayla. This drops her to her knees. Kayla wastes no time. She turns, bounces off the ropes, and--

LINCOLN PHELPS: BESTIE WITH THE DREAMKILLER.

-- DREAMKILLER (V-Trigger) right into Amber’s jawline, clocking her entirely and laying her out on the ground. Kayla screams at her, and puts her foot right on top of her shoulders dismissively. The referee goes for the pin.

ONE

TWO

THREE!!!!!

DING! DING! DING!

WINNER BY PINFALL: KAYLA RICHARDS

LINCOLN PHELPS: BESTIE WITH THE WIN!

GREYSON MARKS: Amber Payne had a valiant attempt and went toe to toe with the Dreamkiller herself. However, in the end, Kayla’s pure rage at the attempt to put her away with a sleeper hold was thwarted and dismissed.

LINCOLN PHELPS: I mean, not a bad showin’ from The Queen of Strong Style. But Kayla has something to prove, and she’ll do it while bitin’ your head off.

Kayla’s smirking face is visible as she has her hand raised, her Fear Factory music raring above her head. She whips her hand out of the Referee’s, snarling at them as she walks past them and snarls, as well, at Amber, who lays on the other side of the ring, holding her head. Victory goes to commercial.

WEDNESDAY NIGHT HOSTEL:
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN "THE CLEANSING HOUR"
Wednesday, December 1st, 2021
LIVE! from The Slaughterhouse Arena in Detroit, Michigan!

MAIN EVENT - Mara Jade Miller vs Odessa Kingsley
[Hardcore Ruling Match]

Lena Skye w/ Illuminate Eliminate Devastate vs Makoto Himekawa

Rose Mankiller vs AKIRA
[SHUDDER TV Tournament Block A]

Tiffany Santana vs Alex Andrews

BODHI vs Emmanuelle

ROWEN/ Nessa Reckless vs. Michelle Connors
[SHUDDER TV Tournament Block A]

Kasey Winterborn vs Josslynn Spencer

OPENER - Azuna Hanma vs Makiya Kusanagi vs Brittany Williams

Their voices were muffled as the two tattooed figures twisted together in a cacophony of limbs seemingly unaware of the prying eyes now watching their exploits. The woman's voice was breathy when she spoke as if she was building to some great explosion while her male counterpart merely grunting as he worked, putting more and more force between each well timed movement trying desperately to keep the rhythm that he had established lest they loose the reward they were both working toward with the rocking of their bodies. As time wears on they begin to get more and more desperate, thrusting themselves harder and harder in the same sweet spot until..

VHODKA BLACK: DON'T STOP! DON'T YOU DARE STOP!

The man merely growls at his female companion as he puts every last bit of energy toward his brides singular goal. Her breathing is much more rapid now and he's growing weaker, he gives it one last hard thrust which is enough to send them over the edge into utopia. Vincent Black leans down, pushing the vending machine door open and extracting a bag of peanut M&Ms, holding it out to his wife Vhodka Black who squeals in sheer pleasure as she rips into the bag, popping the first candy into her mouth and then a second into Vincent's as they are illuminated by the glow of the vending machine.

VINCENT BLACK: I could have bought you the whole machine for the effort that took.

VHODKA BLACK: And let Mr. Frito Lay win? Never.

Vincent Black is not a man who is known for his range of emotions but if he was capable of the intricacies of human interaction he might look bemused at this very moment as he studies his wife mashing her mouth around far more M&M's than one person should ever put in their mouth at one time. Vincent tilts his head to the side, catching Vhodka's attention in between candies.

VINCENT BLACK: You're ready for this? To start all over again?

Vhodka Black smiles with teeth stained of chocolate, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively at her husbands stoic face. 

VHODKA BLACK: The question ain't if we're ready for this.

The corner of one side of Vincent's mouth tilts upward only slightly at the unspoken words hanging in the air before Vhodka discards the empty candy wrapper and turns her attention back to the selection offered in the vending machine like a child standing outside of a toy store window. They'd do.

The cameras cut to the backstage area as Sapphire is seen leaning against the wall. Her boyfriend of five years and former SCW superstar Vector Rodgers is standing next to her.

VECTOR RODGERS: Are you ready for tonight Saph?

Sapphire looks at him. 

SAPPHIRE DELGADO: Vec, I know you are trying to help but since I wasn't pinned at Annihilation. This is my one chance to show the world that I belong in the title picture. No one is going to do it for me. 

VECTOR RODGERS: Brittany and I are proud of you. There really isn't anyone like you.

Sapphire rolls her eyes as Brittany Olson comes walking up holding a program. Sapphire looks at the photo on the front and smirks. 

SAPPHIRE DELGADO: Now that is what I like to see. I will prove that the Florida Bitch is the main attraction. Tonight, Lachlan Kane gets got.

Before Brittany can say a world, Sapphire pushes herself off the wall and heads off down the hallway. As they are walking, they pass Charlie Jones standing off to the side talking on her cell phone. The camera cuts away as Brittany chases after them.[/div]

GREYSON MARKS: Well you should be excited for this next match, your boy Lewis Chad Pinkston goes one on one with El Landerson

LINCOLN PHELPS: Hey man, Fuckboiz 4 lyfe.

GREYSON MARKS: Does he actually know you have a crush on him?

LINCOLN PHELPS: A what?

DING! DING! DING!

The bell rings and right away LCP looks confused. He walks to the center to get face to face with Landerson, he starts to look around, first to the left, then to the right, then right ahead. He then shrugs and looks to the referee asking him where Landerson is. The referee tilts his head and then points down. LCP laughs and then slowly looks down before jumping and gasping, he grabs hold of the top rope pointing wildly at the luchador who very slowly looks at the referee to ask what the hell is going on, all the while LCP screeches!

GREYSON MARKS: What the hell is up with him?

LINCOLN PHELPS: Oh no...Greyson it’s...it’s LCP’s achondroplasiaphobia! It’s acting up!

GREYSON MARKS: His...his what?

LINCOLN PHELPS: His achondroplasiaphobia!....A FEAR OF LITTLE PEOPLE!

Landerson seems to be losing his cool and steps forward, he dodges a right hand from LCP and hits a few hard kicks to LCP’s upper thigh causing him to hope forward and hold the back of his leg. Landerson hits the ropes, LCP explodes at him with a clothesline, Landerson ducks it, hits the ropes and spins around LCP, and hits an arm drag before popping up to his feet riling up the crowd. LCP shakes his head looking rather annoyed, he goes to grab Landerson with a collar and elbow; however, Landerson ducks it and then peppers LCP with kicks to his upper thigh again, he hits it over and over trying to take the tall, lanky opponent down, but LCP turns fast and throws his leg up kicking Landeron in the face with a big...er medi..,short boot.

LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON (unaided): STOP KICKING ME IN THE ASS!

LINCOLN PHELPS: Man that should be a disqualification, kickin another man in the ass…

GREYSON MARKS: They are both grown adult human being Lincoln…

LINCOLN PHELPS: You’re going to sit there and tell me that the masked oompa loompa with bad prison tats is a grown up?

LCP moves around Landerson, he pulls him up by the mask and lays in a few hard right hands shoving him into the corner, LCP backs up and runs in for a clothesline, Landerson gets a kick to LCPs chest and gets on the second rope, LCP jumps forward and hits a high helluva style kick to Landerson causing him to fall from the ring to the floor. LCP slides from the ring and moves around the outside, he jumps up and off the ring steps with a diving lariat taking Landerson down. LCP smirks and nods looking around the ringside area. He pulls Landerson up and rolls him into the ring, LCP jumps onto the ring apron and enters before running at Landerson, Landerson trips LCP onto the ropes and then goes for the Landerson 619; however, LCP has pushed the ropes apart a little at the last moment and it causes Landerson to fall from the ring to the floor.

GREYSON MARKS: Oh god! LANDERSON HAS FALLEN FROM THE RING.

LINCOLN PHELPS: LCP is a genius man.

GREYSON MARKS: Was it on purpose or...a happy accident?

LCP looks down at Landerson, he hits the ropes and then hits the ropes again and again getting ready for the Cardio Blast. He throws himself from the ring with a suicide dive but Landerson moves! LCP crashes and burns, he looks out of it and Landerson stumbles around the outside, he reaches down, he pulls LCP up and rolls him into the ring, LCP tries to come too a little as Landerson again reaches down to grab him. LCP pops up, takes Landerson down and tries to lock in the anaconda vice! Landerson squirms and LCP moves Landersons arm the wrong direction! He lets go and gets up confused, He ducks a right hand from Landerson before grabbing his head, LCP falls forward and hits the Placentia Raised! He hooks Landersons leg.

ONE

TWO

THREE!

WINNER BY PINFALL: LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON

Lewis looks stunned as he stares at the referee, rolling up to his feet. He puts his hand on his head, and he grins widely. HE FUCKIN' DID IT! HE DID IT!

LINCOLN PHELPS: LCP WITH THE CLINCH! HELLS YES.

GREYSON MARKS: ...might want to still work on that Anaconda Vice though...

We open on a desert landscape, dunes for miles as far as the eyes can see. There's no sign of anything living anything nearby, as the camera moves to the right. The further we go, the more nothing we find. That is, until the camera comes upon a figure upon the ground. Getting closer, it's someone sitting in the sand, the back of their hair was knotted. The camera peered around, the face of Acid Beth stared into the bright sign.

ACID BETH: As I said earlier this week, Annihilation was a wake up call for me. Getting the advantage prior to the match with a handshake deal was not something I saw my opponents doing. On the contrary, I thought it was a bit out of character. At least, the character we had been presented with. There's a side of me that watches that match back and feels mighty foolish with myself. Some people would see themselves fall for such a trick, only to with away into themselves. I've never been that kind of gal, to be honest. Because I'm always after a good fight, I look back at that match and I wonder what might've been.

She appeared to be in a trance, starring into the light without blinking, without tears. Something was a little off.

ACID BETH: Wondering what might've been isn't going to get me very far. I choose to take it and to learn from it. Leading up to Fallout, I've done what I can to find peace. To get back to being myself. Going up against Ruby tonight was a mere step, but certainly a step in the right direction to righting this wrong. People like the Aylas, Andalucera...these are the people that my eyes are one. I suppose they got what they were after. All eyes on them. This time, my eyes are open."

It's here that Beth opens her eyes, giving her the appearance of four eyes. The realization that the other eyes were simply painted on hits you like a ton of bricks. She looks the camera dead on.

ACID BETH: Can you say the same?

Next, we see The Dreamkiller herself as she steps out of a locker room. She is dressed in an oversized shirt that is clearly not hers (although Mastodon would be a band she listens to), and she’s out of her ring gear after defeating Amber Payne earlier in the night. She rams a beanie onto her wet hair and heads towards catering. As she passes by other wrestlers and production staff, she gnashes her teeth in their direction, laughing as they jump backwards and out of her way.

In catering, she stops next to the abysmally tall man that has just recently signed with Pro Wrestling EXCELLENCE. Finn Whelan sits on a rather fluffy bean bag chair, eating a plate of Thanksgiving food provided by Charlie and Ophelia for their wrestlers. None of it is healthy, and he has a rather large helping. He looks up as Kayla sits across from him, flopping into her own bean bag.

FINN WHELAN: ...is...is that my shirt?

KAYLA RICHARDS: Maybe...It’s about tight around the...never mind. Look I just wanted to ask if you watched my match?....I knew you were backstage…

Kayla smiles, weird I know, she smiles. She bites her bottom lip, her hand moving up towards her long black hair twirling it. For a second, Finn looks at her, halfway through eating a bread roll. His eyes relay confusion as she twirls her hair and he slowly sets down the second half of the bread.

FINN WHELAN: Why the...why are you twirling your hair?

Kayla stops mid-twirl, drops her hand and frowns at him -- typical Kayla.

KAYLA RICHARDS: I wasn’t.

FINN WHELAN: Did Amber Payne give you brain damage?

Kayla clears her throat, straightens the shirt and stands up straight, as if snapping out of flirty smutbag mode.

KAYLA RICHARDS: So you didn’t watch the match? Cause if you did..well. You’d know I probably made her stupidity even worse. But, you didn’t come here just to be snarky. Why are you here? You weren’t on commentary. And I don’t think your brother is he-

AIDEN REYNOLDS: OI WHERE IS THE FUCKIN CUNT?

The voice of PWS: Apex and FIGHT! NYC talent Aiden Reynolds blasts through the backstage area as Finn looks up and Kayla turns around folding her arms over her chest. Aiden turns the corner of the backstage corridor, Amelia Reynolds, his sister and assistant to Ophelia and Charlie, tries to push him back. This is an extraordinarily hard task, as she’s in heels and a miniskirt and Aiden is about seven inches taller than her. Finn rises to his feet, knowing exactly who “the fuckin’ cunt” is.

AMELIA REYNOLDS: Why are you bein’ such a daft idiot?! You can’t just barge into the arena, Aiden. I let you in under my badge! You’re gonna get me fired from me job!

Aiden shakes his head moving his sister from his path getting towards Finn, his finger extending as his nostrils flare, and for some reason, Aiden is not wearing a shirt. And he’s flexing. Cause reasons?

AIDEN REYNOLDS: I’ve been tryin’ to catch up with you for weeks. The fuck was that at Annihilation mate? You startin’ shit with Dickie? An why, huh? What justification can you give aside from, ”oh I felt like it”? Family is supposed to have each other’s backs; an’ instead, you’re startin shit when Dickie is on the run of his life. And you’re spendin’ time with the Queen of Implants over here while lookin’ like you’re gettin ready to boil up some sweet meth….

Finn, looking bemused and somewhat confused at the situation, goes to open his mouth, but before he can Kayla slides between them.

KAYLA RICHARDS: EX-FUCKING-SCUSE YOU. First off, you do not, ever, talk about me like that again. In fact, if you ever speak any words about me or to me that are less than complimentary, I will rip your down under sack off and feed it to your fucking wombat. Secord, Finn doesn’t owe you an explanation, he doesn’t owe the fans an explanation, shit he doesn’t even owe Dickie one. You’re not in one of your companies right now, you’re in my house, bitch. And if you don’t go back to whatever backwards Third World Mad Max Devil Country you crawled out of, you convict fuck, I’ll also take your manhood and make you useless to any woman. Especially the blond idiot….

Aiden swallows hard and goes to say something back, looking over at his sister who simply shakes her head, her eyes wide. Aiden nods and looks up at Finn giving him a nod too before turning to walk back down the hallway. Kayla breathes deep and turns back to Finn, her demeanor changing as she flashes him a smile and tilts her head to the side.

KAYLA RICHARDS: Where were we?...

Finn crosses his arms, frowning slightly as he looks at Kayla. He shrugs and shakes his head as the cameras go back to ringside.

GREYSON MARKS: A triple threat match is up next between three of the best talents in PWE

LINCOLN PHELPS: Xaria is amazing but she hasn’t been the same since she was attacked, TJ Alexander is an incredible athlete and Angel was so close to being the first Victory champion

GREYSON MARKS: Lets see who can come out the winner..

DING! DING! DING!

As soon as the bell rings Angel blindsides TJ with a Seeing stars, TJ goes down and falls from the ring as Angel smiles sadistically. Xaria raises an eyebrow and nods slowly. Angel and Xaria move around one another before exploding at each other trading hard right hands. Each shot hitting hard as they trade, Angel ducks one from Xaria, she uses Xaria's momentum and hooks her by the arm and moves her hip under Xaria flipping her over and slamming her down with a judo style hiptoss, Xaria rolls over and back up, Angel ducks down, grabs Xaria and uses her own momentum again to flip Xaria a second time with another judo throw looking more like a side suplex. Xaria holds her back and gets up, she walks right into Angel who jumps up, places her feet on Xarias hips and pulls her down into a monkey flip. Xaria is able to push off Angel and front flip, landing on her feet, Angel kips up and turns, Xaria suddenly drops down and TJ comes flying off the top rope with a blockbuster on Angel driving her to the mat, he spins and dives on her for a fast pin attempt.

ONE

TWO

Angel kicks out. TJ looks up and gets blasted with a European Uppercut from Xaria. TJ goes down and Xaria turn her attention back to Angel pulling her up and firing off a few hard rights before backing Angel into a corner, she turns to the side and hits a hard knife edge chop against Angel's chest. Xaria then shoves Angel backwards and does it again hitting yet another knife edge chop. TJ comes running in and Xaria moves letting TJ crash into Angel, Xaria hits the ropes TJ turns and gets blasted with the RAIN BOOM. Xaria goes for a pin

ONE

TWO

No! Angel breaks up the pin.

GREYSON MARKS: That was so close, everyone wants to try and end this match fast

LINCOLN PHELPS: Well with three in the match you have to constantly watch your own back and look over your shoulder.

GREYSON MARKS: It could end in seconds by getting blindsided

Angel and Xaria go at it again, hard rights over and over again before Angel ducks down and hooks Zaria in a belly to belly suplex tossing her up and over her head, Xaria’s body hits TJ and both crash down to the mat, Xaria rolls over to one knee resting on the middle rope while TJ crawls to the corner, Angel sprints across the ring, she hits Xaria with a seeing stars and then hits TJ in the corner with the crash and burn! She throws TJ from the corner and covers him.

ONE

TWO

TJ kicks out, Angel shakes her head looking annoyed, she pulls TJ up and turns hitting the ropes going for the go to hell, but TJ ducks and rolls under the kick, he pops up to his feet, turns around and hits a superkick to Angel before picking her up into a brainbuster, a combination of moves he calls the game changer, TJ goes for a pin.

ONE

TWO

Xaria breaks up the count, she kicks TJ a few times before laying in martial arts style ones instead of stomps. Xaria kicks TJ over and over again in the chest, TJ catches one of the kicks hooking Xaria by the leg, he stands up and pulls Xaria toward him before hitting a capture suplex throwing Xaria across the ring, he then is able to see Angel from the corner of his eye, he ducks a right hand and picks Angel up with a belly to back suplex.

GREYSON MARKS: Impressive moves by TJ, he really is so smooth in the ring

LINCOLN PHELPS: Yeah but he just hasn’t quite been able to out it together.

GREYSON MARKS: It’s true but he is trying…

TJ grabs Angel and picks her up for his move the game over, he lifts her and hits it, before he can take advantage Xaria springs into action from behind grabbing TJ by the arm, she takes him down and floats over bridging up with her armbar, TJ screams in pain and Xaria keeps her hold locked in, Angel starts to move and come to, she looks over and sees TJ in the hold, she gets up and dives to break it up, but before she can get there TJ Taps!

WINNER BY SUBMISSION: XARIA LINETTE

LINCOLN PHELPS: VENGEANCE IS SWEEEEEET!

GREYSON MARKS: After a long time of trials and tribulations, Xaria Linette has made it happen here at Victory. Forging ahead, she should be able to take on new things, new sights, and new heights! 

Victory returns from a commercial break, and almost immediately a familiar set of lyrics shout through the sound system!

"Ladies and gentlemen, please
Would you bring your attention to me?
For a feast for your eyes to see,
An explosion of catastrophe!

Like nothing you've ever seen before
Watch closely as I open this door
Your jaws will be on the floor
After this you'll be begging for more!"

As Saliva's "Ladies and Gentlemen" starts up, the tune winding up for the first burst of the chorus, spotlights start sweeping the dimmed arena. Purple lights glow from beneath the stage, illuminating a feminine silhouette belonging to the Sorceress Supreme, Zoey Madigan-Star! She tips her hat forward a little as she steps out of the smoke, twirling her steel wand deftly in one hand in full magician's regalia. She stops at the top of the ramp and bows deeply to the cheering fans before sweeping off her hat and spreading her arms wide. Sparks fire from the tip of her wand as glittering pyro scatters down from above, creating a bright backdrop behind her!

But Zoey isn’t quite herself. Less of a spring in her step, less sparkle in her smile. She makes an effort, but the slightly-reduced crowd reaction tells the tale.

GREYSON MARKS: Zoey’s match with Chelsea Skye is coming up very soon, Lincoln, but she told the world after Annihilation that she had something to say and it looks like now’s the time.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Yay. Another speech. Or, and here’s a novel thought… maybe she could just admit to what we all know she’s guilty of?

GREYSON MARKS: ...you’re serious, aren’t you?

"Welcome to the show...
Please come inside...

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!

(BOOM) Do you want it?!
(BOOM) Do you need it?!
(BOOM) Let me hear it!

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!"

Back on goes the hat, tilted just so, as Zoey makes her way down to the ring, greeting the fans en route but for the most part keeping her eyes on the squared circle. The smile is a bit forced, but remains mostly genuine. As she reaches the ring, though, she puts her game face on, tapping the steps firmly with her wand and causing smoke to rise up from beneath them, enveloping her briefly. When the smoke fades, she is gone, a moment later appearing within more smoke inside of the ring, except now she's in her wrestling gear instead of her magician's gear!

Mood is no reason to not put on a proper show, after all.

As the theme fades, Zoey asks for and receives a microphone. With her title over her shoulder, the Sorceress Supreme gives it a few moments before releasing a held breath and starting to speak.

ZOEY MADIGAN-STAR: Pittsburgh…

And there starts the rumble…

ZOEY MADIGAN-STAR: ...welcome to the show of a lifetime!

A few words get the stragglers on board and soon the entire arena is cheering. Zoey can’t help but soak that up with a smile, but… again, this is a night for business.

ZOEY MADIGAN-STAR: In a few short minutes, I’ll be going one-on-one with Chelsea Skye, but before that I want to talk about Annihilation.

GREYSON MARKS: PWE’s first pay-per-view and an amazing show top to bottom. Full of brutal, breathtaking action.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Setting the bar high for ourselves right from the start.

Giving a gesture toward the big screen, stills and clips alike are shown, highlighting PWE’s inaugural pay-per-view event. Most prominent in this case is the Annihilation-in-a-Cell match where Tara Ayla won the right to be the first challenger to Zoey’s Impulse Championship. The clip shows Zoey entering the ring post-match to shake the winner’s hand, only for Tara to turn and walk away from the gesture. From the look on Zoey’s face in the here and now, we can see that this bothers her a bit.

ZOEY MADIGAN-STAR: Congratulations are in order for Tara Ayla, the new number one contender for this-

She pats the title over her shoulder.

ZOEY MADIGAN-STAR: -though she won’t be the last, because I plan on being champion for a VERY long time!

Most of the fans like the sound of this.

ZOEY MADIGAN-STAR: But if it were just the challenger showing a little attitude, there would be nothing to talk about. That much I am used to. No one in this business is universally loved or respected, no matter how hard they try. There will always be haters and naysayers… call them what you will. You learn to live with it, to let it roll off your back like water and get on with your career. But!

She holds up a gloved finger as a certain amount of edge enters her voice. Lifting her eyes to the hard camera, her purple-painted lips curl into a bit of a grimace.

ZOEY MADIGAN-STAR: Disrespect? That, my dear apprentices, is a whole other can of beans!

Some boos start to sound amidst the cheers, something Zoey was prepared for. She nods in agreement.

ZOEY MADIGAN-STAR: Xaria Linette. You and I? We officially have a problem. See, I haven’t been in this business as long as some people. I get that. Every day is a learning experience in some form. For me, that’s part of the enjoyment. But no matter where you come from, accusing people of something that they didn’t do? THAT stops the train in its tracks, sunshine!

Definitely some snap in Zoey right now, and most of the fans are liking it. But that contingent of boos…

ZOEY MADIGAN-STAR: Now, from the sound of things, some of you good people here in Pittsburgh buy into Xaria’s version of things. You actually believe her and think I attacked her and William Blake Mason to serve some dark ends. Am I warm?

GREYSON MARKS: I don’t buy it for a moment.

LINCOLN PHELPS: We’ve already determined that you’re thick sometimes, Greyson. No need to keep bringing attention to it.

ZOEY MADIGAN-STAR: Well, you aren’t the only ones.

The Sorceress Supreme takes a moment, choosing her words carefully.

ZOEY MADIGAN-STAR: And that’s the problem. Because before this, Xaria? The veracity of my words and actions were never in question. I built a reputation from the start as someone honest and, most of the time, good-hearted. Someone who gave everyone a chance, even if others saw only darkness in them. And that persisted everywhere I went in professional wrestling. Until… here. Until… you. Because you can’t separate a character from the real thing, because you would rather make knee-jerk reactions instead of getting some facts and using your brain… you have decided to slander me. And the negativity you hear from some of these fans tonight? That’s YOUR fault!

The camera cuts in close. Zoey never takes her eyes off of it.

ZOEY MADIGAN-STAR: You and I, Xaria? We’re gonna settle up for that, you hear me? Call me rotten names, fight dirty, make threats… all that? That I can let slide. Call me a liar, though, and we’re going to throw down. Boardwalk style.

Tossing the microphone outside the ring to the timekeeper, Zoey moves to the corner to await her opponent, Chelsea Skye. Clearly this fight is going to be good for her in one sense, in that she can get some frustration out of her system.

GREYSON MARKS: A very intense Zoey Madigan-Star tonight, Lincoln. I’ve never seen her so angry before.

LINCOLN PHELPS: At least she’s hot when she’s pissed.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Man I cannot believe this next match is happening…

GREYSON MARKS: Why?

LINCOLN PHELPS: What has Chelsea Skye done to earn this match against a champion?

GREYSON MARKS: Chelsea has taken on the best PW has to offer. She has done it week in and week out with courage and honor. So Charlie and Ophelia wanted to reward that effort and respect…so if Chelsea can get the win here over a reigning champion, she will catapult herself right into contention...

DING! DING! DING!

The Sorceress Supreme and the Nightmare Angel eye each other off from across the ring, Zoey handing the Impulse title over to the referee and grabbing the top rope to stretch. Chelsea sighs heavily looking over at the title belt as it is handed to the time keeper. She takes a deep breath and nods to herself before bouncing on the balls of her feet. The two women come towards the center of the ring, Chelsea nervously fidgeting as she closes her fists, meanwhile Zoey gives her a smile, placing her right hand on her hip, popping it to the side and then bending her left arm at the elbow tucking it in to move her hand up close to her face. She looks Chelsea up and down with an arrogant chuckle.

LINCOLN PHELPS: See, Zoey isn’t really taking Chelsea seriously…

GREYSON MARKS: Zoey Madigan Star isn’t stupid Lincoln, she’s a ring veteran and she knows better than to underestimate anyone, even a rookie on a losing streak…

As Zoey's smile fades Chelsea seems to explode, she grabs Zoey by the side of the head and starts laying in hard forearms backing Zoey up to the corner, she then grabs the top rope and stomps Zoey down to the point where she ends up sitting in the corner, the crowd rallies behind Chelsea with this show of fire. She backs up and yells to the crowd, Zoey pulls herself up in a slight daze being caught off guard by Chelsea's early flurry, She swings at Chelsea who ducks and leaps in the air hitting a standing dropkick taking Zoey down, the Impulse champion rolling from the ring, Chelsea follows Zoey out by running at the ropes and throwing herself out of the ring with a suicide dive onto Zoey.

GREYSON MARKS: Chelsea Skye is taking it to our impulse champion!

LINCOLN PHELPS: How is this happening? Zoey Madigan Star should be dominating her…

GREYSON MARKS: Well I know Zoey isn’t underestimating Chelsea but it seems like you definitely did…

Chelsea grabs Zoey and slides her into the ring, she jumps on the apron and looks to the corner walking over and climbing up to the top rope looking down at the PWE Impulse champion who she has been able to blitz. She jumps off hitting a beautiful 450 splash! She hooks Zoey’s leg.

ONE

TWO

Zoey kicks out and Chelsea straight away waists no motion grabbing the rope and floating her body back and through the ropes to the apron grabbing the top rope going for the Angels reckoning and Zoey gets up, but as Chelsea jumps onto the top rope Zoey throws her leg up and over the top rope kicking Chelsea's legs from under her. The nightmare angel falls sideways and lands on the top rope and falling out of the ring to the floor allowing Zoey to take a moment to breathe.

GREYSON MARKS: That was a bad fall! But I can see why Zoey did it, she needed some space to catch her breath and recover from that.

LINCOLN PHELPS: I’ll give Chelsea some credit, she just caught Zoey off guard and almost pulled off a damn miracle...but now it’s the champs turn.

Zoey slides from the ring, she reaches down and pulls Chelsea up by the hair and rolls her back into the ring, Chelsea looks hurt from her fall but tries to fight throwing a right hand at the midsection of Zoey, Zoey steps back and then throws her leg forward hitting a stiff kick right to the chest of Chelsea. Zoey grabs Chelsea and pulls her up before laying in hard kawada kicks right to Chelsea's forehead before kicking her once more in the chest as hard as she can forcing Chelsea to stand up, as she does Zoey turns, hits the ropes and blasts Chelsea with a yakuza kick that turns the challenger inside out and makes her backflip to the mat. Zoey drops down for a pin.

ONE

TWO

Chelsea kicks out. Zoey shakes her head before grabbing Chelsea and hitting some hard right hands dragging the rookie up, she whips her into the corner running in to hit a corner dropkick. Chelsea falls from the corner into the middle of the ring. Zoey climbs to the top rope from inside the ring facing outward, she gets to the top and throwing her body forward while rotating to hit the imploding 450 she calls the delightful dervish. She hits it and hooks Chelsea's leg.

ONE

TWO

Chelsea kicks out!

GREYSON MARKS: That was so close...Zoey almost won.

LINCOLN PHELPS: She will!

Zoey shakes her head again and grabs Chelsea hooking her into a crossface chicken wing. Chelsea struggles, realizing the danger she is in and desperately trying to get to the ropes. Zoey pulls her back and away from the bottom rope as Chelsea struggles on the mat, she sits up reaching for the rope again and again Zoey pulls her back violently, but Chelsea rolls with the momentum folding Zoey up for a pin.

ONE

TWO

THR-Zoey releases the hold and kicks out. Both women get to their feet and Zoey meets Chelsea with a vicious knee to her midsection, she hits her again and again before pulling Chelsea into the seeing stars dropping her onto her head!. Zoey rolls Chelsea over.

ONE

TWO

THREE!

GREYSON MARKS: And it’s over!...Zoey Madigan Star won and showed the world why she won that title in the first place, but Chelsea Skye also showed us something here….and I don’t think it will be long till she’s in the winner's circle. She's just gotta keep her eyes on the prize! 

As Zoey celebrates, the camera focuses on Chelsea Skye, who slams her hand down in frustration upon the mat. 

LINCOLN PHELPS: Eventually. You're so nice...

Backstage after her match, Zoey Madigan-Star is clearly in an unpleasant mood. Still in her ring gear, the Impulse Championship strapped snugly around her slender waist, she is making her way down the hall towards catering. Few attempt to speak to or greet her as she goes, owing either to her air of not wishing to be bothered or the accusations that have been flying. It is just as well; she does not look capable of mustering even a fake smile at the moment. Walking over to the beverage table, she takes one of the stacked Styrofoam cups, shaking it loose from the rest, and reaches for one of the coffee container spouts…

GREYSON MARKS: Uh-oh.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Got that right. Zoey should be drinking decaf.

GREYSON MARKS: Not that. Look.

...while at the same time, Tara Ayla, the number one contender for the very belt adorning Zoey’s waist, reaches for the same one. Fingers collide with neither woman looking at anything beyond some hot caffeine juice. Zoey is the first to speak-

ZOEY MADIGAN-STAR: Oh, excuse me-

-when she realizes who it is that she just bumped into. Taken aback a bit, Zoey draws her hand away and stares at Tara. The young woman shrinks away drawing a circle over her chest with a closed fist and her head turning away. Usually a very intimidating presence, it is strange to see the fidgeting woman standing in front of Zoey now. Tara is shyly signing something taking timid steps backwards.

Her head lifts enough and eyes lock onto the Impulse Championship belt. There is no animosity as to be expected from Tara. She appears to be admiring it. Zoey realizes this much, but knows very little sign language and as such can’t understand what Tara is trying to say. Seeing the empty cup in her hand, though, manners overpower her mood and Zoey steps back, gesturing for Tara to fill hers first. She does so with a cutesy mushroom theme mug.

GREYSON MARKS: Another glimpse into the peculiar dichotomy that is Tara Ayla. In the ring she is an intimidating, dangerous presence...

LINCOLN PHELPS: ...beyond it, and clearly without Damian at her side, she’s almost shy. Even I can’t figure it out.

Zoey looks as though she is trying to figure something out, watching Tara and trying not to be obvious about it. This woman was a brutal force of nature at Annihilation, going through three other women to earn a shot at the Impulse Championship… even snubbing a handshake from the champion post-match. Now? She was more akin to a scared child, afraid everyone was out to get her. Clearly, this has the champion confused.

Tara sips at the coffee with a grimace not enthused by the taste. She straightens up, the best she can, gesturing for Zoey to go ahead while she fills her cup with sugar. Her brows furrow as she contemplates how these interactions are meant to be. More antagonistic for entertainment value. Truth be told, that was not Tara’s modus operandi. The challenger releases a frustrated sigh taking another sip. Zoey is not sure if all this is born of her presence or not, but given recent events, she is forced to assume that that is the case. Thusly noted, she is cautious as she fills her cup first with coffee, then a little cream and sugar.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Can they, I don’t know, slap each other? Maybe throw coffee in someone’s face?

GREYSON MARKS: Are you serious right now? What would be the point of that? Zoey just came out of a grueling match with Chelsea Skye. Something tells me Tara wouldn’t act on something like that.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Just another reason Damian should be with her. Let him do the thinking.

The women turn from one another, having their drink and going about their business. While Tara seems to be working on how to handle things, Zoey is working on maintaining her composure. Effort that is considerably challenged as, over the rim of her cup, Zoey sees Xaria Linette across the hall, chatting with William Blake Mason. Their eyes meet for a moment and the tension is apparent, shooting up to twelve on the scale of ten.

LINCOLN PHELPS: HERE we go!

Tara’s body seems to almost be at ease with the sudden situation. Her expression transforming into its usual monotone. Her eyes cast sideways, exposing the wheels in her head turning, before her mug is set on the table. Tara’s hand clenched into a fist then relaxes. She extends it towards Zoey recreating the handshake she wanted to exchange previously. Shaken out of her stare at Xaira, Zoey sees the hand extended toward her and, after a moment’s hesitation, accepts the gesture.

Better late than never, right?

It is a quick gesture, though; Zoey can feel her anger bubbling up and now isn’t the time or place. Rather than let things get violent and nasty, Zoey turns on her heel and walks off, away from the challenger and the tormentor. Away to be with her own thoughts. Tara stares at Xaria for a moment then quickly vanishes from view.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Well THAT was disappointing.

GREYSON MARKS: They’re not here for your amusement, Lincoln.

We find Allen Chaney backstage, wearing his street clothes (but considering his street clothes are a t-shirt and basketball shorts it isn’t terribly dissimilar from his ring gear). We can’t see who he is addressing but he seems to be facing someone to speak to them..

ALLEN CHANEY: These past few months have been nuts. I know it seems like the two of us were at odds from the very beginning but at Annihilation? You really showed me something out there. Yeah, I kinda dismissed you as nothing more than a joke but you’ve shown yourself to be a very capable competitor and a figurehead here on the PWE roster. I just hope everything can be cool with us. It just goes to show that it’s not the size of the dog in the fight, it’s the size of the fight in the dog.

As the crowd begins to assume that perhaps the Comedian has made amends with Chad Lewis-Pinkston, the camera zooms out to reveal he is in fact speaking with Ollie Dorito who is laying on a cat bed atop some backstage sound equipment and appears only sort of interested in what Allen is saying.

ALLEN CHANEY: Err...Cat. Fight in the cat. Sorry about that. It’s an old expression.

OLLIE: M-ROW

Allen nods af if taking what Ollie has said into consideration.

ALLEN CHANEY: Now that THAT’S out of the way we need to address the elephant in the room…

OLLIE: Maow. Mrowrowr.

ALLEN CHANEY: Was really hoping you were above such an obvious fat joke but I’m gonna take that in stride. No, I’m here to broker some actual peace.

Allen takes the cover off of a pet carrier and holds it up so it is on Ollie’s level, revealing his own cat, Bill. Ollie hisses and Allen is quick to pull the carrier a little farther away.

ALLEN CHANEY: Hey hey hey now. There’s no reason the two of you can’t get along. I know this is a competitive business but at the end of the day we’re all working toward the same goal.

Allen attempts to bring the carrier closer and Ollie hisses once again and Bill responds with a hiss of his own.

ALLEN CHANEY: Can we just take the egos out of this, please? We don’t need this to be a feud….even if it does have Feud of the Century implications. Don’t let the potential accolades cloud your judgement.

The hissing continues and Allen covers Bill’s carrier yet again.

ALLEN CHANEY: Well...I can’t say I didn’t try. I really hoped we could all handle this like professionals. Maybe I’ll try again when you’ve both learned to be civil. Frankly I don’t know where you’ve both picked up such crude and standoffish behavior.

A worker clears their throat just off-screen.

BACKSTAGE WORKER: Uh….sir? We actually need to get that equipment loaded up an-

ALLEN CHANEY: Eat shit, fuckstain. I’m talkin to cats.

We hear the worker quickly scurry away as Allen looks at Ollie and the pet carrier and releases a sigh before leaving.

SILENT FIGHT! – Season’s Beatings

Monday December 6th @ 9 PM

MAIN EVENT

Dickie Watson © / Shawn Warstein © vs Dane Preston / Brandon Moore

Santa's List Match

Sahara vs James Raven ©

Santa's Secret Stipulation

Paul Montuori vs Apathy

The Naughty List Match

Todrick Tabor-Ramsey © vs Miss Michelle

Fight! NYC Manhattan Championship

Druscilla White © vs Austin Ramsey

Sugar Plum Barenuckle Match

Betsy Granger © vs Anne Boleyn

Chris Page vs Aiden Reynolds ©

Dave the Dinosaur © vs Ricky Rodriguez

FIGHT! NYC Bronx Championship

Kasey Winterborn © vs ANICKA SWAN vs Eoin O'Rourke vs Enforcer

First Annual Reindeer Games

Ashlynn Cassidy vs Alice Knight

Mrs. Claus Match

Joe Montuori © vs Jennie Fenix

FIGHT! NYC Queens Championship

Candy Cane Match

Back at ringside, Fear Factory’s “Scumgrief” Deep Dub Trauma Mix hits, signalling the arrival of Kayla Richards. The boos become deafening as she steps out from the back. She makes her way down to the ring, a Mastodon black shirt over her upper body with the bottom tied up to show her midsection. The same one as previous. She smirks at the bottom of the ramp, looking out into the crowd, then gets up and into the ring grabbing a microphone.

KAYLA RICHARDS: So, you all like seeing me out here so much that I decided to grace you with my presence again. See, after embarrassing that idiot Amber Payne, it occured to me that I had a few things to address...namely...Betsy Granger…

The crowd pops at the mention of the Impossible Travellers name, Kayla seems amused yet agitated by this as she lowers the mic and takes a deep breath.

KAYLA RICHARDS: There seems to be a misconception about what happened between Betsy and myself. See, everyone is so up in arms about how I won, the fact that I straight up TOLD each and every one of you what I was prepared to do and you still acted surprised just goes to show how little any of you pay attention…

The camera zooms in on Kayla’s face, and she looks directly into it.

KAYLA RICHARDS: I looked Betsy square in the eye, I said I’d do what it takes, and I won.

She drops the mic, grinning and absolutely pleased with herself as the deafening boos get louder and louder. She shakes her head, raising her hand, telling them to stop. And like the good sheeple of the wrestling world...they don’t. They just get louder. Kayla shakes her hand and her head.

KAYLA RICHARDS: I was honest, I was forthcoming, and I have never been anyone except for me and that is what drives you people insane.And now Betsy is making noise for a rematch, another shot at me to get her revenge, her redemption….and my answer is simple….

She moves towards the ropes with a smile.

KAYLA RICHARDS: No.

She drops the mic and the fans again boo loudly as Scumgrief hits again, Kayla climbs from the ring and walks back through the entranceway to the back.

NINA LAWRENCE:

The following match is our first of two main events for the evening and is scheduled for one fall!

"Counting all the assholes in the room
Well, I'm definitely not alone, well, I'm not alone"

“Still Counting” by Volbeat kicks off as the lights in the arena flicker between steel blue and purple. Sapphire Delgado makes her way out onto the stage. She is holding her trusty softball bat in her left hand as she is joined on stage by the only friend she has in the world.

NINA LAWRENCE: Approaching the ring, accompanied by Brittany Olson… from Orlando, Florida and weighing in at 149 pounds… the Florida Bitch… SAPPHIRE DELGADO!

The duo slowly make their way down the ramp as the crowd doesn't seem to care for either of them. Sapphire slides into the ring as her friend steps up the ring steps. Sapphire stands on the second turnbuckle as her friend stands next to her. The cameras zoom in as Sapphire glares at the stage while motioning for someone to come out.

GREYSON MARKS: Sapphire Delgado looking ready as ever, but it feels like there’s never a moment where this young lady isn’t ready to scrap.

LINCOLN PHELPS: When you fight tooth and nail for all you got, Greyson, that’s how you turn out. And it serves her. Keeps her circle small, makes it clear who she is and what she’s after. No surprises.

GREYSON MARKS: You can say that again.

“Still Counting” fades out slowly, long enough for Nina to begin the second introduction.

NINA LAWRENCE: And introducing her opponent…

As the lights in the arena cut to black, the speakers come to life with the sound of "You Ain't Ready" by Skillet. The lights begin to flash in an array of white and red as smoke fills the entrance stage. Strolling out to an overwhelming chorus of cheers, Lachlan Kane smiles out at the crowd and throws a couple of phantom punches before making his way down the ramp, slapping hands with the fans along the way.

NINA LAWRENCE: ...from Waterford, Ireland, weighing in at 190 pounds… he is the reigning PWE Victory Champion… the Scrapper… LACHLAN KANE!

He runs up the steel steps and bounces against the ropes on the outside of the ring on the apron's edge before stepping through the ropes into the centre of the ring. He grins again before throwing his hands up to the deafening roar of the crowd. As his music fades away, he takes off his jacket and hands it off to the ring announcer and throws a few more punches to ready himself.

LINCOLN PHELPS: People just fawn over this scrawny due, Greyson. I don’t get it.

GREYSON MARKS: Because you don’t want to get it. Lachlan is a fighter who knows how to tap into the energy of the fans and capture their imaginations in the ring. That’s a big reason why he’s the first-ever Victory Champion.

LINCOLN PHELPS: I hope he’s got more than that tonight, because Sapphire is looking at him like he kicked her dog.[/div]

DING! DING! DING!

Lachlan moves in to lock up but Sapphire boots him dangerously low before they can do so, laying in some clubbing shots as the Victory Champion tries to catch his breath. Already cranked up to eleven in the early-going, Sapphire whips Lachlan hard into the buckles and follows with a splash. Rocked by the constant attacks, Lachlan has no time to react when Sapphire takes a few steps forward, turns, and charges in with a dropkick to the center of the chest. She rolls the champion over for a pin attempt, but Lachlan kicks out at one.

GREYSON MARKS: Quick, brutal flurry of offense here from Sapphire, but Lachlan is not so easily subdued.

LINCOLN PHELPS: No, but you can bet he’s gonna be slowed down for a while after all that. Sapphire knew good and well that that wouldn’t finish him.

That fact does not keep the salt out of Sapphire’s expression, though. She grabs Lachlan by the ear and starts to pull him up, but the champion throws off her grip and throws a few hard body shots before cracking her with an uppercut, followed by one of the European variety! Sapphire still stands, but that merely leaves her open for a series of chops that back her into the very corner she’d slung Lachlan into! A quick thumb to the eye exchanges their fortunes again and Sapphire is back on offense, battering Lachlan with wild fists! Weathering the flurry this second time, Lachlan catches the arm and yanks Sapphire in for a short-arm clothesline, following with a sling blade the moment she gets back to her feet!

GREYSON MARKS: The champion is firing back! There’s a cover!

ONE…

TWO…

KICKOUT!

LINCOLN PHELPS: Forceful kick-out by Sapphire! Lachlan might have made her even angrier!

GREYSON MARKS: You’re talking about a woman whose perpetual mindset is angry, Lincoln!

Lachlan does not let up, however. It is Sapphire’s turn to feel the force of the Scrapper, and Lachlan keeps up the pressure with a barrage of European uppercuts, backing her into the ropes. He shoots her off and flattens her upon return with a Thesz press and a series of punches. Sapphire, relentless, charges right into a powerslam though she slips behind Lachlan and blasts him with a forearm to the back of the head. She drills him after with a German suplex yet Lachlan rolls right back up to his feet and whips Sapphire around, tearing into her with yet more hard, knife-edge chops! Another Irish whip and Sapphire ducks a clothesline as well as a back elbow, building up yet more momentum. She cross body blocks Lachlan to the mat and, when he springs back up, she’s right there to cut him down again with a chop block and a wicked kneeling DDT!

GREYSON MARKS: Sapphire is picking up the pace again and putting Lachlan to the test with her constant onslaught!

LINCOLN PHELPS: We’ll see how springy he is once she drops him on his head a few more times!

GREYSON MARKS: Don’t ever count out the Victory Champion, Lincoln!

Getting back to her feet, Sapphire angrily brushes the hair out of her face and makes a fist, measuring Lachlan before dropping all four knuckles right to the man’s brow! Lachlan writhes on the mat as Sapphire delivers a jumping splash and hooks the far leg![/div]

ONE…

TWO…

KICKOUT!

Irritated with the tenacity now, Sapphire leans in and grinds the forearm against the head of Lachlan, no doubt trying to open him up. The referee is on her case about it but she yells back at him, momentarily distracted. Lachlan reaches up and pulls her into an inside cradle!

ONE…

TW-KICKOUT!

Shocked out of her game plan for a few moments, Sapphire takes a hard shot to the midsection, followed by a Russian leg sweep from Lachlan! It buys the champion a little time to catch his breath, but not much. Striking the mat, Sapphire forces herself up and the brawl is on once more! She takes the fists to Lachlan again, but the champion fights back, getting the better of Sapphire this time! He backs her into the ropes and charges, but gets elevated over the top strand! Landing on his feet, he grabs Sapphire by the head but she rears back with an elbow, stunning him!

LINCOLN PHELPS: Shouldn’t be grabbing a lady by the hair like that, kid! It’s like petting a cat wrong: you’re gonna end up bloody!

GREYSON MARKS: He didn’t use the hair, Lincoln! Where were you looking?!

LINCOLN PHELPS: You REALLY don’t want me to answer that. Brittany is RIGHT there.

GREYSON MARKS: Oh, for crying out loud…

Charging away from Lachlan, Sapphire rebounds off the ropes and looks to take the champion off the apron… when he moves at the last moment! Caught between the top and middle rope, Sapphire is momentarily vulnerable and takes a hard kick to the chest from Lachlan! Recoiling into the ring, Sapphire goes to a knee briefly and Lachlan, drawing from the fans, springs to the top rope and leaps off… right into the Delgado Deluxe! The hit isn’t dead-on, but it’s more than enough to drill Lachlan to the mat! Sapphire does not consider it enough, though, and follows with Mickey’s House of Horrors before floating into the cover!

ONE…

TWO…

T-NO!

SHOULDER UP!

LINCOLN PHELPS: Oh, bull! That was totally three!

GREYSON MARKS: Says the guy who admits to not watching closely! But it WAS damn close and the champion seems to be in dire straits right now...

LINCOLN PHELPS: Seems? Give it a minute.

Thinking it should have been three but having learned her lesson from earlier, Sapphire keeps the pressure on Lachlan, bringing him up and delivering a pair of German suplex, arching just enough to dump Lachlan on his head each time. Persistent, Lachlan keeps coming back, trying to lure Sapphire into a slugfest. Not taking the bait, Sapphire belts him low, then hits a kneeling facebuster. She backs off for a running kick but Lachlan rolls aside, getting to his feet and again daring Sapphire to come in swinging. She comes at him, ducking a right hand and goes for a full-nelson backbreaker but Lachlan drops down and escapes, rolling Sapphire up for a quick two-count! Sapphire is up in a hurry, and walks right into a leaping corkscrew roundhouse kick, putting her down for another near-fall!

Lachlan is feeling it from the fans in attendance, the adrenaline helping him ignore the pain. There is no ignoring Sapphire’s fury, though, as she belts him with a clothesline and gets in some mounted punches for good measure. Lachlan fights his way back up, though, and throws in some forearms to show Sapphire that he won’t go down so easily again. The slugfest becomes a stalemate until the two charge one another, both thinking clothesline, and lay each other out in the middle of the ring!

GREYSON MARKS: What an impact! Can either of these two even answer a count at this point?!

LINCOLN PHELPS: Guess we’re gonna find out. Is ten seconds long enough for me to go grab a hot dog?

GREYSON MARKS: You keep your ass in that chair!

Lachlan and Sapphire both exhale and inhale heavily, but it is not the Victory Champion that is first to their feet. Sapphire rolls, climbs to a kneeling position, pulls herself upwards, and then staggers slightly. She turns to Lachlan, and realizing he’s begun to climb for the ropes and has begun to pull himself upwards. She shakes her head, her nose lifting in a sneer, and then takes heavy steps towards him.

But NO!

Lachlan bounces off the ropes, delivering a vicious slingblade to Sapphire, slamming her head down into the mat one more time. He drops to his knees, but with a new burst of renewed energy, he heads for the ropes and climbs them, standing tall on the top turnbuckle. LACH-DOWN!

LINCOLN PHELPS: THERE IT IS.

GREYSON MARKS: Double foot stomp right into Sapphire’s midsection.

He goes for the cover.

ONE...

TWO…

THREE!!!!

DING DING DING!

WINNER BY PINFALL: LACHLAN KANE

LINCOLN PHELPS: VICTORY CHAMPION LACHLAN KANE! Proving exactly why he is the champion in a hard fought match against Sapphire.

GREYSON MARKS: Sapphire wasn’t about to let herself be dissuaded from a victory, and she was demanding that Lachlan bring his all. That is exactly what he did.

LINCOLN PHELPS: He’s a tad bit of a goody-two-shoes, though.

The lights in the arena blank out completely, as well as Lachlan’s entrance music, as he celebrates, his feet on the second rope and his championship raised high. When they come back on, nothing seems to be different. Everything calm. Cool. Collected. The champion, and the fans too, look confused.

LINCOLN PHELPS: What the...it’s Pittsburgh. They probably have problems with their electricity.

Lachlan stares up at the curtain of the entryway, and as his music plays again, an uneasy expression sits upon his face. The screen goes to commercial.

ASCENDANCY XXVI

LIVE from the Lakefront Arena in New Orleans, Louisiana

Airing on December 11th, 2021.

MAIN EVENT

Bloodied Fox vs Felix

UPPER MIDCARD

Leon Chant vs Adam Sanders

MIDCARD

Devin Mitchell vs Al Jabroni

LOWER MIDCARD

Keahi Sparks vs Scott Fargo

OPENER

Nathan Parker vs Cheez

As the logo for Next Level Wrestling fades out, ringside is visible once more in the PPG Paints Arena. Lincoln Phelps and Greyson Marks sit at their desk. Lincoln is leaning forward, flipping through information on his iPad and Greyson looks directly at the camera like he’s supposed to.

GREYSON MARKS: The action continues strong, everyone. Caity Dawson-Cruz just...I dunno if you want to call that dismantling another person, but she absolutely destroyed Ethan Knight. That isn’t the way you want to go out, of course. We’re hopeful that--

He’s cut off as the drum riff opening carrying an immediate aggressive rhythm of guitar chords blares across the P.A. System. “Black Lungs” by Architects blares out over the arena address system and whomever was seated and awaiting the next match is instantly on their feet. This isn’t an unfamiliar song, and yet...here it is.

LINCOLN PHELPS: He wasn’t just here to take shots it seems.

"DO YOU CROSS YOUR HEART WHEN YOU HOPE TO DIE?"

The spotlight that normally attempts to find the person stepping out from underneath the curtain searches for someone on the stage, but finds nothing. A loud eruption of sounds come from one of the visitor entrances into the main hall and the spotlight lands on the man who has taken a step out into the foray of Pro Wrestling EXCELLENCE. It is unclear if these are cheers, or rather, if they are jeers However, Finn Whelan looks undauntedly out amongst the nearly sold out crowd, a smirk on his lips as he shakes his head.

"ARE YOU SLEEPING DEEP IN A HURRICANE?

IVs IN THE ARM, FORGETTING TO FEEL

WE'RE CRAWLING ON ALL FOURS

WILL YOU FALL ON THE SWORD IN THE SECOND COMING

YOU'RE GONNA TASTE THE ASH

YOU'RE GONNA TASTE THE DUST

'CAUSE THIS WORLD IS DYING IN OUR ARMS"

He stops at the top of the steps for a moment, a slight smirk on his face as he glances down at the people around him, blockaded off by the typical burly security guards. The crowd is not booing, but they're not exactly cheering either. He sets his eyes upon the ring below, and then makes his way down slowly, ignoring the people around him though a few of them clap him on the shoulders as he descends.

"YOU WANNA MAKE YOUR HELL A REALITY?

BLACK LUNGS FOR THE YOUNG IF THEY DARE TO BREATHE

WHOA, SURE SOUNDS LIKE HEAVEN TO ME

YOU GOTTA CUT THE ROOTS TO KILL THE WEEDS

NO PLACE TO GO IF WE DON'T BELIEVE

GOOD LORD, IT'S ENOUGH TO PLAGUE A SAINT"

At the barrier, he slings himself over and slides immediately underneath the bottom rope and leaps to his feet in the center of the ring. He heads directly for the ropes in front of him, and hops up onto the bottom one, bouncing slightly as he looks back at the crowd, choosing a few choice words to share with them. He drops backwards, reaching for a microphone as he does so, and after taking it, he waits for his music to die down. Still, he pauses, tapping the solid end of the mic against his hand, shaking his head with a small smile on his mouth. He’s formulating, trying to pick the best words. The most accurate words in order to put out what’s needed.

FINN WHELAN: Did you enjoy Annihilation?

Finn slightly Irish-lilt is noticeable as he speaks. He lowers the microphone for a moment as the Pro Wrestling EXCELLENCE audience cheers loudly for the company’s first (and successful) pay-per-view. Finn smiles for a second at the response, but then loses it a moment later.

FINN WHELAN: Good. I’m glad you did. I had a great night too. I know Damian Ayla back there seems to think that this was a chance to usurp his reign, but that’s what happens when you’re a silent champion. You think your shit doesn’t stink, and then the loud, the brash, the ugly, they come out and they are talked about more than the man who holds the highest honor of Pro Wrestling EXCELLENCE...but I’m certain that Ayla doesn’t have to worry about his glory being pulled from him. After all, I’m not here for championships. I’m not here to do anything more than bust skulls, take names...and you know, deal with a little...family business. I’m sure you all remember, right? If you don’t...

He gestures up to the screens above him, where footage begins to play from Annihilation. Namely, the moment in which Finn took Dickie Watson’s head, slammed it into the barricade, and laid waste to him moments later. The second in which the younger sibling’s arm popped out of place, the irate Australian having to be held back. Every bit of it was just as brutal and painful to watch, as if it was happening all over again. The crowd began to boo in response to the material. As Finn stood there, he watched the footage calmly, a small smile drifting across his face in remembrance. He looks out upon the audience, before shaking his head and chuckling to himself.

FINN WHELAN: Why’d you do it, Finn? Why’d you go down there and rip your own brother’s arm off? The reasons are numerous, the execution so flawlessly done...but it’s to teach lessons, to guide, to instruct, to build and structure your abilities higher. Dickie Watson is a phenomenal champion, but he has yet to learn that there are some things that you can’t keep avoiding. Some things that continue to haunt you until you can no longer run from them. He’s young, he has a great future ahead of him…

Another pause, and then Finn tilts his head, turning to look directly at the camera.

FINN WHELAN: ...if he can get past his demons. That’s the story, isn’t it? The prodigal child leaves and returns with a treasure trove of wealth and knowledge. Dickie decided that life wasn’t good enough for him just watching...he wanted the same ardor and praise as his siblings, he wanted to know what it was like to matter to the masses. So he went off on his own, searching, finding his way, succeeding in multiple ways unforeseen by the people around him. And then...well, you know the rest. He may not have won the match for a championship, but everyone knows that was a little fucked in the end. What Dickie Watson did, however, is win his freedom. He will not be eclipsed by the shadows of his successful, better, more attractive siblings…

He snickers a bit, pulling back and shaking his head.

FINN WHELAN: But he’s not done. Now...I know he has things planned. He’s got to deal with business in his own neck of the woods. He has a championship to defend, to retain, and to hold for another season while the rest of the people in his company complain and growl about how his team holds multiple championships to their own. He has a lot riding on his head...so out of respect, I will not be bothering Dickie and his trials and tribulations now. He has a month before this whole thing gets going and he can no longer avoid his own calling.

A saddened expression appears on his face, and he lifts his hand, acting as if he’s wiping away tears. But only for a second.

FINN WHELAN: I know. I wish it could be sooner, but...I guess there are other options on the line. If you watch Twitter, you’ll know that I was heinously accused of attacking my poor, poor little brother and turning on him. I suppose, from the outside looking in, it might look like that, but I assure you...we are far from that. But that didn’t stop a loudmouthed cuck from attempting to berate me time and time again. You might recognize the name, but that might require you to have been interested in the wrestling scene three years ago...or watch a small, little company from New York that seems to think they matter in this day and age. PWS: Apex has a roach problem, and it’s name is Levi. Fucking. Russow.

A loud set of cheers arises for the New York native, the Iceman himself. Finn sucks at his teeth, frowning again as he listens to the sound of the audience.

FINN WHELAN: The former president of the company, Levi fucked off to nowhere and now wants to act like he’s...relevant. For months, he’s bitched and moaned on social media that his favorites disappeared and came to Wolfslair because they realized that they wanted a group of people that actually trained them to be better. Now I could go into all of this, I could drag down each line, push each fucking note down on this trumpet, but I’m not going to. You saw earlier, like we all did, the fuckin’ drug infused promotional that somehow Christopher Walken was able to provide voice overs for, but Levi has made it prominent and pertinent that we settle our own issues sooner...rather than later.

He pauses, and then looks back at the stage.

FINN WHELAN: Levi wouldn’t be audacious enough to actually come out here and talk to me, because you know...reasons. But let me tell you what is planned. I talked with Ophelia Knight -- lovely lady, you know -- and Charlie about the words that came out of Levi’s mouth. Accusations. Assumptions. Lies. Based on what his little brain is able to carry, Levi decided that he wanted to fuck with Wolfslair, so Wolfslair is what he’s going to get. Alex Jones already took care of this problem and the motherfucker backpedaled like a goddamn bitch, so now...Pro Wrestling EXCELLENCE is going to get a live look at the destruction of Levi Russow at the hands of Finn Whelan.

An explosive cheer rises for the announcement of the match. However, he holds back. He nods, a smirk rising upon his lips as he listens to the cheer. A few boos are mixed in, not exactly pleased with how he worded it, but nevertheless, Whelan continues on.

FINN WHELAN: On December 13th, at the Wintrust Arena in Chicago, the headliner match of VICTORY VI will be Levi Russow versus Finn Whelan…

Another pause, holding back on the stipulation. His voice goes even deeper than it was as he announces it.

FINN WHELAN: ...in a Street Fight.

More cheers, but that’s what can be expected.

FINN WHELAN: I swear to God, and all that is holy, Levi...if you come out here on the thirteenth of December unprepared, you will go home in a goddamn body bag. I’m not nice, and while you may not give a shit about it, let me tell you how much it matters. I’m not nice to people I don’t like, and if you don’t remember...I have a habit of taking out men and women who have decided to step on the wrong side of my ire. I don’t like being accused, and I absolutely do not like the fact that you opened your mouth and got into my business because you think you have an option of stating opinions. You don’t. You may be Levi Russow, but in my world…

He looks directly into the camera.

FINN WHELAN: ...you mean fucking nothing.

With a dismissive flick of his wrist, Finn drops his mic as “Black Lungs” starts up again. He waits for a moment, looking out amongst the crowd, before stepping out of the ring and dropping down to the mat. The PWE cameras cut to one final commercial.

NINA LAWRENCE: The following is our MAIN EVENT of the evening.Introducing first…

"Holy diver

You've been down too long in the midnight sea

Oh what's becoming of me "

“Holy Diver” hits over the loudspeaker and as soon as the first riff changes, Holly parts the curtain. She slowly walks to the ring, eyes fixed on the ring for a few moments, before she looks around, taking in the atmosphere before finishing her ring walk. She pauses at the steps, takes a deep breathe and slaps the steps before running up them and into the ring, shuffling around the ring, clapping her hands, psyching herself up. She completes a couple of circles and then goes to the corner for stretching.

NINA LAWRENCE: Now standing in the ring, from Pittsburg Pennsylvania, HOLLY RHODES!!!!!!

esto no es un más que otro sarao

en el que te has colao

con un traje alquilao

ni siquiera me han nominao

cuando paso a su lao

¿qué coño le ha pasao?

Nomina by C. Tangana hits as La Andalucera makes her way down to the ring looking up and in at Holly Rhodes. She gets down to the ring and tentatively makes her way up the steps to get in the ring.

NINA LAWRENCE: And her opponent from Jaen, Andalucia, Spain...LA ANDALUCERA…

DING! DING! DING!

GREYSON MARKS: Oh man here we go. Holly Rhodes fresh off her win against Xaria Linette is facing one of the most mysterious and unique competitors we have in this company La Andalucera.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Unique is just a nice way of saying weird…

The two women look across the ring from one another and look completely different. Almost like the exact opposites. The 6’1 physically imposing powerhouse known as Holly Rhodes and the somewhat lanky, unassuming La Andalucera . Holly nods and goes for a collar and elbow, La Andalucera quickly ducks under and away, Holly turns and pivots off her foot and drops to one knee trying to grab La Andalucera in a double or single leg, but the Spanish star is to fast sliding back. Holly looks up and La Andalucera just smirks before putting her hands up and shrugging, she then calls for Holly to come after her, the rookie getting frustrated as she slides in trying to get La Andalucera into the corner and trap her there. But La Andalucera grabs the top rope, slides her legs between the top and middle rope and slides across the ring apron ducking a clothesline on the way from Holly who seems to be getting even more frustrated.

La Andalucera then jumps over the top rope back into the ring and right away goes to quicken the pace, Holly uses her explosive speed and power to throw a hard lariat, La Andalucera ducks it, hits the ropes and ducks a reverse elbow, she then puts on the breaks and Holly throws a wild looping punch, La Andalucera dodges with her upper body bending herself back before then throwing her body forward and springing off her hands to her feet, she then turns as Holly comes in and leaps up hitting an enzuiguri. Holly goes down and La Andalucera grabs her arm twisting it and rolling her over into a La magistral cradle.

ONE

TWO

Holly kicks out!

GREYSON MARKS: Interesting start here, Holly is trying to use that power but La Andalucera is so fast it’s hard to keep up.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Yeah but that's what La Andalucera needs to do, hit and move, avoid and take advantage, cause if Ho Ho muscles over there grabs her she’s gonna hurt...a lot…

La Andelucera hits a dropkick as Holly goes to get up blasting her in the chest, Holly is still able to get up, La Andalucera hits the ropes and springboards off for a crossbody, but this proves to be an error as Holly catches her and then drops straight down putting Andalucera over her knee with a backbreaker. She lets her go and then applies a full nelson on the ground, she deadlifts La Andalucera up in the air and slams her down in a thunderous Full Nelson slam. La Andalucera holds her back as Holly steps back and measures her up, as La Andalucera gets to her feet Holly comes flying in for a spear, La Andalucera is able to see her just in time and leap over her, Holly stops before hitting the turnbuckle, she turns and snatches La Andalucera grabbing her into a vertical suplex lifting her up. She holds her up there, switching to only using one arm and motioning to the crowd with the other.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Damn! What power!

GREYSON MARKS: This is incredibly impressive!

Holly walks around and then throws La Andalucera backwards completing the suplex, Holly floats over and then picks La Andalucera back up right into another one, this time though La Andalucera hits a knee to Hollys head, she hits another and another, La Andalucera gets dropped to her feet behind Holly grabbing her into a reverse DDT, Holly hits hard and rolls from the ring to the floor, La Andalucera hits the ropes and then throws her self over the top rope with a tope con hilo down onto Holly.

GREYSON MARKS: AIR ANDALUCERA!

LINCOLN PHELPS: That was crazy man, she just threw herself over there….I swear La Andalucera could be on of the best high flyers I’ve ever seen.

GREYSON MARKS: Not El Landerson?

LINCOLN PHELPS: Shut your whore mouth…

La Andalucera slides back in the ring she hits the ropes and then throws herself out with a suicide dive onto Holly who just got back up. She hits a few hard rights on the hurt Holly before La Andalucera pulls her up and rolls her back in the ring to climb up on the apron. La Andalucera climbs up to the top rope and measures Holly up, she goes for a missile dropkick, Holly is able to move out of the way but La Andalucera lands on her feet showing amazing awareness and balance, but Holly explodes across the ring and levels La Andalucera with a spear. She goes for a pin.

ONE

TWO

La Andalucera kicks out.

GREYSON MARKS: La Andelucera just got broken in half by that spear…

LINCOLN PHELPS: Did you see how much ground Holly just covered in a short amount of time and how much speed to built up?

Holly shakes her head, she stands above La Andelucera before reaching down and pulling her straight up with a deadlift german suplex hooking her over and slamming her down. Holly isn’t done as she rolls over and pulls Andelucera back up by the hips but Holly switches her hands from Andalucera's midsection to under her arms into a full nelson before sliding forward to slam Andeluceras head into the mat with the End of the rhodes! Holly rolls Andalucera over.

ONE

TWO

Andalucera just kicks out. Holly shakes her head, obviously frustrated she wasn’t able to put her away, Holly gets to her feet breathing deep, sweaty and exhausted. She pulls Andalucera right up on her shoulders trying to lock in the Rhodes to ruin, but La Andalucera kicks her legs and flips off Holly's shoulders landing on her feet to the side, Holly keeps a hold of Andalucera's hand and picks her up again this time for the Holly diver!, she goes to spin La Andalucera around, but La Andalucera pushes off Hollys shoulders landing on them before flipping back with the REINA GITANA, Holly gets spiked on her head and La Andelucera jumps on her.

ONE

TWO

THREE!

DING DING DING

WINNER BY PINFALL: LA ANDALUCERA

NINA LAWRENCE: HERE IS YOUR WINNER…...LA ANDALUCERA!

La Andalucera slowly gets to her feet and as the referee goes to raise her hand she pulls it away, instead she moves over to the corner climbing up to the middle rope holding her hands in the air yelling out at the crowd.

LA ANDALUCERA: CAN YOU SEE NOW?

The shot goes directly towards La Andalucera's face as she defiantly looks upwards then at the back of the arena. It is clear that she hopes that she is being watched...by Damian Ayla and by Tara. As the referee goes to raise her hand again, she allows him. It is raised high above her head as she looks at crowd around her, gleaming defiance in her expression and pure pleasure coating her body. She'd done it, what none expected of her to do. She made it.

The screen fades to the PWE Logo, before going black.