VICTORY [VII] | REACH HEAVEN

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VICTORY VII

REACH HEAVEN

3 JANUARY 2022

LIVE FROM THE ENTERPRISE CENTER IN ST LOUIS, MISSOURI | 10:00 MDT

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FRIDAY, 31 DECEMBER 2021 @ 11:59 PM MOUNTAIN DISTRICT TIME

SATURDAY, 1 JANUARY 2022 @1:59 AM ;EASTERN STANDARD TIME

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SUNDAY, 2 JANUARY 2022 @ 9:59 PM MOUNTAIN DISTRICT TIME

SUNDAY, 2 JANUARY 2022 @ 11:59 AM EASTERN STANDARD TIME

MONDAY, 3 JANUARY 2022 @ 4:00 AM BRITISH SUMMER TIME

MONDAY, 3 JANUARY 2022 @ 1:59 PM AUSTRALIAN EASTERN STANDARD TIME

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MAIN EVENT

EXCELLENCE CHAMPIONSHIP

DAMIAN AYLA © vs LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON

5,000 WORDS MAX

HEADLINER / SEMI-MAIN EVENT

SINGLES MATCH

ACID BETH vs LA ANDALUCERA

5,000 WORDS MAX

MATCH ELEVEN

TRIPLE THREAT

WILLIAM BLAKE MASON vs BRENNA GORDON vs  ANGEL

2,000 WORDS MAX

MATCH TEN

INVITATIONAL ROUND 1 MATCH

ALLEN CHANEY vs WRAITH

5,000 WORDS MAX

MATCH NINE

SINGLES MATCH

LACHLAN KANE © vs BETSY GRANGER

3,000 WORDS MAX

MATCH EIGHT

INVITATIONAL ROUND 1 MATCH

CHRIS PAGE vs TAYLOR BLAZER

5,000 WORDS MAX

MATCH SEVEN

SINGLES MATCH

VINCENT BLACK vs TARA AYLA

4,000 WORDS MAX

MATCH SIX

INVITATIONAL ROUND 1 MATCH

NATHANIEL DIXON vs JENSEN KIDD

5,000 WORDS MAX

MATCH FIVE

SINGLES MATCH

ZOEY MADIGAN STAR © vs AMBER PAYNE

4,000 WORDS MAX

MATCH FOUR

INVITATIONAL ROUND 1 MATCH

VHODKA BLACK vs DELIA BLACK

5,000 WORDS MAX

MATCH THREE

TRIPLE THREAT MATCH

TJ ALEXANDER vs HOLLY RHODES vs RUBY STEELE vs CAITY DAWSON-CRUZ

4,000 WORDS MAX

MATCH TWO

INVITATIONAL ROUND 1 MATCH

ALICE vs ERNIE SPENCER

5,000 WORDS MAX

OPENING MATCH

SINGLES MATCH

OLLIE DORITO VS CHELSEA SKYE

3,000 WORDS MAX

#MADEOFEXCELLENCE

The PWE logo flashes across the screen as the show begins. As it fades away, a voiceover of Damian Ayla, from VICTORY V is audible.

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.

The Excellence Champion, beaten and bruised, appears upon the screen in black and white. The screen flashes his arrival in the arena, to him walking, though labored, to the ring, and then his face as he awaits the arrival of the owner of the company. Then, to him talking directly to her as he lays the groundwork for his plan.

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.

Ophelia Knight is visible then, black and white, just like Damian. She peruses the thought, looking at him. The image switches between her and Damian.

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?

The screen goes dark once more.

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

The opening package for VICTORY plays as Void Chapter’s “Resist” begins.

The Enterprise Center is packed to the rafters with people as the crowd is revealed. Various signs, as always, are visible across the crowd. The notable ones, getting the perfect shot as the camera pans across, take center stage as the theme for VICTORY plays in the background.

WELL IT’S A HOT ONE

LA ANDALUCERA IS A SPANISH HARLEM SENORITA

LONG CON PLAY

BREATH OF THE WILD IS A MASTERPIECE BUT FINAL FANTASY 8 IS STILL OVERRATED

I GOT WHY THE SHOW’S SUBTITLE IS “REACH HEAVEN” DID YOU?!

WE WANT OLLIE

As always, the duo of Greyson Marks and Lincoln Phelps are visible as the cameras fade onto the commentary booth situated stage right. Greyson looks fairly couture in his suit and tie, and Lincoln already looks like the Hot Mess Express hit him like a mack truck. Greyson nods at the camera, as per the usual routine.

GREYSON MARKS: Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, we present to you…VICTORY VII! From the Enterprise Center in St. Louis, Missouri. It is the third of the new year twenty-twenty-two and we hope that you all had a fabulous Holiday and a joyful New Year! I’m Greyson Marks.

LINCOLN PHELPS: And mates, I am Lincoln Phelps, who I just realized I share a last name with Olympian Michael Phelps – we are fuckin’ stellar, if I don’t say so myself. Right bloody chads, eh?

He raises his red solo cup in celebration. Greyson sighs, already done with Lincoln’s antics for the evening. Lincoln grins at him, waggling his eyebrows a little.

GREYSON MARKS: I’ll leave that to be determined…

LINCOLN PHELPS: OI!

GREYSON MARKS: ANYWAY. Tonight, the powers that be have given in graciously to our Excellence Champion. We have an Invitational to determine the number one contender to Damian Ayla’s title, and we are filled with some unknown names and some known names by the entirety of wrestling.

LINCOLN PHELPS: I can’t believe that Ophie really went along with it, to be honest. I know she’s all about boosting the image of the company and making this a place where we recognize others, but don’t you think it was kind of a kick in the teeth to our roster?

GREYSON MARKS: Well…I suppose. He did call them basically inept.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Regardless, they didn’t want to let Damian’s words infect them, because several members of our roster have joined in the escapaé.

Greyson slowly looks over to look at Lincoln, who is taking another swig of his unknown drink. He stares at him, eyes narrowing slowly.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Wot.

GREYSON MARKS: Are you Dory now as well?

LINCOLN PHELPS: ESCAPAÉ!

GREYSON MARKS: ESCAPADE. Fuck.

LINCOLN PHELPS: HOW DARE YOU AND YOUR LANGUAGE.

Lincoln slams his hand down on the table. If looks could kill, he would probably be dead with the one that Greyson was giving him. They sit quietly for a few moments, before Greyson continues on.

GREYSON MARKS: This is our LONGEST show that we’ve had, and for it, we have limited ourselves with the usual antics of the roster. Each one of our invitational matches tonight has a time limit of thirty minutes, which if we think about it, is like fifteen minutes in the ring with Damian Ayla. We will be showcasing their talent, while showcasing our own. In between each of the invitational matches will be a normal Victory match, and the possibilities of success are endless. There are twenty-nine competitors tonight and each one of them will be wanting to make sure that you are on the edge of your seat.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Of course, the winner of each of the invitational matches will go on to face off in a five-way match at Victory VIII, which will determine The Archetype of Violence’s contender, and you know he will be watching every single one of these matches with his eyes glued. To learn, to know, to see which one of them truly want this more than anyone else.

Greyson nods, actually impressed that Lincoln is paying attention to something other than cats, girls and LCP. Speaking of…

GREYSON MARKS: That’s if he retains against Lewis Chad Pinkston tonight.

LINCOLN PHELPS: MY BOI!

GREYSON MARKS: Our main event tonight is an Excellence Championship match. Damian Ayla, the Archetype of Violence, will be defending his championship in his second defense against Lewis Chad Pinkston, the…rookie.

LINCOLN PHELPS: You know my boi, he’s been training this week. Heard he was gettin’ in with James Raven, doing everything he can to properly apply the Anaconda Vice. That’s how he wants to take him down, BAM BOOM GONE OUTTA HERE.

GREYSON MARKS: Nevertheless…when we come back from commercial, we will be opening with our first match on the card. Chelsea Skye takes on her nemesis, Ollie Dorito!

Victory goes to commercial.

Despite the fact that Chelsea Skye can’t believe she’s actually about to wrestle a cat, the bell rings and she is stuck staring at Ollie Dorito. Ollie, on one hand, however, is perched upon the turnbuckle as he always is. The crowd doesn’t only cheer for Chelsea, who clenches her fingers angrily at her sides as she looks ahead at her opponent, but also for the cat of the hour, who does the crowd the pleasure of watching him clean his face.

Chelsea turns to look at the official, walking towards them and arguing with her. A shake of the head, and a thrust of a hand forward makes Chelsea walk towards the center of the ring.

CHELSEA SKYE (unaided):

[/COLOR] Really, can we just substitute the dog in here?!

GREYSON MARKS: Looks like Chelsea wasn’t just mouthing off on Twitter this time. She really does not want to face this cat.

LINCOLN PHELPS: How dare she do that to my boi?!

GREYSON MARKS: The cat hates everyone, including you.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Not true, I got to give him scritches.

Ollie’s ears fall backwards and he looks directly at Chelsea then. He hops off the turnbuckle, charges the Nightmare Angel and HEADBUTTS her in the knee.

Chelsea just stares down at him.

CHELSEA SKYE (unaided): …really?

Ollie hisses, rears back, and jumps upwards to slice Chel–

No, he’s swatted by the red and black haired woman with an open hand strike and Ollie lands, purrfectly, on the other side of the ring. The crowd cheers despite his hatred of everyone, but after all, he is a cat. And he’s endorsed by the Excellence Champion himself, per Twitter.

Every time from here on out that Ollie tries to go at Chelsea, it’s evaded really quickly. Chelsea sidesteps, blocks, smacks and keeps Ollie Dorito from attacking her. Eventually, however, this annoys the cat. All hair raised, tail fluffed, Ollie reaches upwards and leaps, going for the THE CLAW, but–

NO! Chelsea turns it around on him, delivering FOR JUSTIN and slingblading the poor 15 pound cat across the ring. Ollie lands with a thud and Chelsea stops, turning to look at him.

LINCOLN PHELPS: NO! HOW DARE YOU.

The cat has had enough. With his ears falling backwards, he trots towards the edge of the apron, and leaps down to the floor. His servant, Miss Baztii, blinks and then awkwardly begins to follow him up to the top of the ramp.

The referee starts counting, and Chelsea throws her hands up in the air, sighing.

ONE

TWO

THREE

FOUR

Will Ollie return? Will Chelsea be able to finish the match?!

FIVE

SIX

SEVEN

Ollie stops at the top of the ramp, hisses in a final “Fuck you” to Chelsea, and then continues trotting into the back. Greyson can be heard barely containing his own laughter.

EIGHT

LINCOLN PHELPS: OLLIE! OLLIE NO, DON’T DO THIS MAN!

NINE

TEN!

DING DING DING

WINNER BY FORFEIT: CHELSEA SKYE

Chelsea’s music begins to play as she shakes her head. With a slump of her shoulders, she has her hand raised in victory. Now, she can finally say that she’s better than the cat that got announced before her in the line up at the beginning of the year and start anew in the company with another win to her name!

GREYSON MARKS: That’s two in the win column for Chelsea Skye – now, to keep the momentum going. I did hear that if she does well at Victory VIII, there might be something in store for her afterwards!

LINCOLN PHELPS: I…I’m so disappointed…

Allen Chaney enjoyed few things more than being left alone. In fact whenever he is backstage he will regularly seek out a space where no one will bother him. On this particular night that space is sitting atop a big important looking box labelled ‘LIGHTS’. Allen is quietly reading a book and eating from a bag of gummy bears when he looks up from his reading to notice a cameraman there.

ALLEN CHANEY: Uh…

Allen makes a motion with his hand like it’s a little walking guy, clearly telling the cameraman ‘walk away’.

ALLEN CHANEY: I didn’t ask for any camera or interview time, my guy. So uh… if you wouldn’t mind fucking off.

Do you recall that scene in The Shining where Jack Nicholson realizes that bitchin’ ass hotel didn’t have any WiFi and he had to sit around typing up episodes of Flavor of Love from memory to have his wife and kid act out in lieu of streaming reruns? That’s what life was like for Vhodka Black when her husband and most valued playmate Vincent Black was not around.

It was this very scenario that led Vhodka Black to wander the halls of the venue in search of adventure and high fructose corn syrup. Like a bloodhound on a scent trail her nose had led her directly to one Allen Chaney who was studiously trying to avoid any and everyone as he usually did during a show.

VHODKA BLACK: Do you eat the butts or the heads first?

Allen looks up and blinks. His bubble had been compromised. He sighs and puts a bookmark in his book. 

ALLEN CHANEY: Two at a time. I’m an overachiever. Can I help you?

VHODKA BLACK: You’re into threesomes. I respect that about a man. Sometimes I have trouble telling the Burt from the head is why I was asking. I thought you might have a strategy I hadn’t accounted for. Usually I just use my tongue to kind of flick each end and see which side makes it make more movement. 

Allen wasn’t terribly social but he was always quick to keep a joke going.

ALLEN CHANEY: Typically a lot more squirming from one end. Maybe some crying if the gummy bear has ever been to Bible Camp. 

Vhodka quirked her head to the side as she tried to think back the summer her mother had sent her to Christ Chapel Bible Church. It was fun the first two days before “the incident” required all the children to go home and speak with an investigator. You’d think they’d learn to put a lifeguard on duty during baptism practice after the last time. You know what they say, three times is an accident, four is premeditated.

VHODKA BLACK: I heard sometimes people use frosting. Adds to the experience for the worm.

Alllen tilts his head With a ‘hm’. He’d never considered frosting.

ALLEN CHANEY: I do the bears, not the worms. The worms are multiple flavors and I find their choice in flavor combos presumptuous. I should have a say in what gets put in my mouth.

Allen extends the open bag of small candy ursines to Vhodka.

She reaches out a slender hand, stopping and dusting off her fingers on the material of her pants before sticking them deep inside his hole. That was just polite.

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VHODKA BLACK: You know what they could do? They could take the worms and the bears and like, I don’t know, fuse them to make a new variant. But maybe they come in pieces so you can build your own and it would be like a gummy build-a-bear sorta vibe.

She pulled her hand back and stuck one of the candies into her mouth, trying not to smack too loudly.

ALLEN CHANEY: Gummy-Chimeras. I don’t hate it. Dr. Moreau’s Gummy Abomination Kit.

Allen takes a few bears for himself and chews, not particularly caring how loud he chews. 

VHODKA BLACK: The possibilities are endless. Best case, you create some wicked gummy leviathan that answers to the names of the old gods. Worst case, you can stick all the leftover parts together and it would still be more appealing than Damian Eyelash.

ALLEN CHANEY: Ugh. I don’t think such a bland gummy flavor exists. Like… a watered down-mayonnaise gummy bear.

Allen shivers at this thought.

Vhodka smiles, as she imagines what flavor gelatin Damian might be if someone ground him down and put him in the fridge for a few hours until he set into shape.

VHODKA BLACK: He’d be one of those gnarly aspic recipes from the 70s. Mayonnaise and hotdog water in gummy bear form. Only the bear would have that stupid fuckin’ look on its face like it’s not shit in three months and no amount of fiber in the world can help.

Allen considers this for a moment.

ALLEN CHANEY: Eh… I like the thought but it’s almost more interesting and expressive than he deserves. I’m thinking just a blank face. Something you could never pick out of a line-up no matter how hard you tried.

Vhodka nodded solemnly. He was right, she was giving the stooge too much credit.

VHODKA BLACK: True, true. You couldn’t call it a gummy bear though. You’d have to whip out some regurgitated Hannibal Lector fan fiction shit, ya know?

ALLEN CHANEY: ‘Silence of the Bears’.

Allen extends the gummy bear bag again to offer more. Vhodka takes one last bear for the road, careful to observe the rules of sharing lest she offend her new found friend.

VHODKA BLACK: Quid pro quo, next show I’ll bring warheads and we can see whose mouth looks like Damian’s hairy puckered man butthole first. On account of the sourness, not like, because of genetic stuff.

Vhodka smiled at Allen, stepping away from his personal bubble.

VHODKA BLACK: Thanks for the grindage and conversation, friend!

ALLEN CHANEY: Uh…yeah sure. Later.

Allen was genuinely shocked to have had a conversation with someone at a PWE show that he didn’t hate every second of. Allen lightly waves goodbye and opens his book back up. A backstage worker passes by.

WORKER: Ooh, gummy bears? Could I have o-

ALLEN CHANEY: You wanna meet God?

Allen interrupts them without looking up from his book and they quickly walk away. 

NINA LAWRENCE: The following is a round one match of the EXCELLENCE INVITATIONAL and has a 20 minute time limit….introducing first.

"I AM NOT A WOMAN, I'M A GOD

I AM NOT A MARTYR, I'M A PROBLEM"

ALiCE MAKES HER WAY FROM THE BACK. SHE iS FLANKED ON EiTHER SiDE BY JULiUS SQUEEZER AND DAVE THE DINOSAUR. MOLiARTY WILL WALK BEHiND THE GROUP. HER HONOR GUARD WiLL KEEP PEOPLE FROM REACHiNG OUT TO HER ON THE WANT TO THE RiNG. THEY WiLL STAND WATCH OVER HER THROUGHOUT THE MATCH.

NINA LAWRENCE: Now in the ring, standing 5’3 and weighing in at 125 pounds, from NEW YORK…she is….ALLLLLLICE

"Can I tell you something just between you and me?"

Bright neon lights flicker throughout the arena as "Here With Me" suddenly comes over the sound system. Ernie "The Nerd" Spencer bursts through the curtain with his wife Jessie Jane Spencer right behind him. The crowd is going insane as Ernie gives her a kiss on the cheek while smiling from ear to ear. He starts bouncing around the ring as Jessie Jane is clapping her hands while motioning for the crowd to up their cheers. He stops at the top of the ramp and holds his hand out towards his wife. She smiles while walking up to him. She plants a kiss on his cheek before pointing down towards the ring. Ernie smiles before breaking into a sprint down the ramp. In one fluid motion, he hops up onto the ring apron, climbs up onto the closest turnbuckle and hypes the crowd up some more. He hops into the ring as his wife has joined him. She stands beside him as he pretends to be playing a game as the music continues to play in the background.

NINA LAWRENCE: And her opponent. Standing 5’8 and weighing in at 189 pounds from GAME STOP USA…ERNIE…..”THE NERD”....SPENCER…

DING DING DING!

LINCOLN PHELPS: And the excellence invitational is underway…

GREYSON MARKS: The winners from the invitational matches tonight go on to a fourway next week. And the winner gets a world championship match against Damian Ayla…

LINCOLN PHELPS: Or Lewis Chad Pinkston…

GREYSON MARKS: *Snicker*

Ernie smiles and starts to get the crowd behind him, turning to wave his hands in the air as Alice stalks behind him, yet alas, Ernie does not care. As Ernie turns back though Alice explodes across the ring throwing herself into the action attacking Ernie with wild right hands, Ernie covers up and Alice just won’t let up. Relentless strikes as she throws her right and left hands at him. Ernie leans back into the corner and keeps his hands up as the referee begins a count. He gets to four and Alice takes a step back putting her hands up as the referee warns her. Ernie lowers his hands and shakes his head wincing in pain.

ERNIE SPENCER: The hell is wrong with you?...CALM DOWN!

GREYSON MARKS: Did he just tell a woman who took our world champion to the limit two weeks ago to…calm down?

LINCOLN PHELPS: I guess so..and that’s really the problem for Ernie here, Alice is crazy and crazy talented, she gave Damian Ayla serious problems…

Alice sneers and charges in again this time pulling Ernie away from the ropes so he can’t cover up and hope for the best. She hits a few right hands, Ernie shoves Alice back, Alice jumps and hits a step up enzuguri. Ernie drops to the mat and Alice quickly scrambles to a pin

ONE!

TWO!

Ernie kicks out. Alice shakes her head and gets to her feet clearly annoyed Ernie kicked out, she moves her hands through her hair and grabs the longer parts at the back before backing up and calling Ernie to get up, as Ernie starts to pull himself up Alice measures him up, she runs in and goes for a hurricanrana, Ernie holds Alice up and throws her backwards causing her to flip and land on her feet, Ernie then rolls forward and hits the power outage, Alice stumbles back and falls right into the corner in a sitting position. Ernie takes off and leaps forward hitting the meteora in the corner he callas the storage o overload. Alice rolls from the corner and Ernie climbs to the top rope facing outward, he then goes for the imploding 450 but Alice rolls out of the way.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Ernie came so close to hitting that…but the imploding 450 is a difficult move to hit..

GREYSON MARKS: And you’d know how?

LINCOLN PHELPS: OI MATE…..LCP told me…he’s been teaching me the finer points of wrestling..

GREYSON MARKS: I seriously doubt that…

Alice starts to pull herself up, as does Ernie as he holds his ribs. Alice goes for her V trigger, Ernie moves, Alice turns and goes for a switchblade kick, Ernie does the Matrix evasion, Alice though turns and blasts Ernie with a shotgun dropkick, Ernie hits the top rope and rolls into the middle of the ring, Alice moves to the outside and climbs to the top rope, she leaps off for a frogsplash connecting with Ernie.

ONE!

TWO!

Ernie kicks out, Alice shakes her head and hits a few hard rights, she then gets up and screams calling for Ernie to get up again as she runs in for another welcome to wonderland attempt. Ernie moves and Alice flies up and avoids hitting her knee on the middle rope by standing on the middle turnbuckle facing out, Ernie pops off the middle rope, turning in mid air and grabbing Alice pulling her down in a modified version of his NERD BOMB! He stacks Alice up.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

LINCOLN PHELPS: ERNIE DID IT!

GREYSON MARKS: This has to be an upset, no disrespect to Ernie but after Alice’s amazing showing against our champ this is shocking…

NINA LAWRENCE: Here is your winner and moving on to the EXCELLENCE INVITATIONAL FINAL…ERNIE THE NERD SPENCER!

“...one of those stuck-up fake British gents?”

To the Pro Wrestling Excellence faithful, this voice may be unfamiliar. To the diehard wrestling fans and the businessmen and women of the world, they recognize it immediately. The camera pans up to reveal two finely-dressed British gentlemen new to PWE: Nathaniel and Maximilian Dixon.

MAXIMILIAN DIXON: That is how Ms. Kidd addressed you in her promotional video.

NATHANIEL DIXON: How peculiar. For someone who’s supposed to be nice, she’s quite unmannerly.

Nathaniel saunters with confidence. Maximilian walks with some reservations.

MAXIMILIAN DIXON: She believes you pay your way out of anything and see her as a pushover because she’s a nerd…

NATHANIEL DIXON: More assumptions. Bribery? I’d never! Now, why in the world would I view Ms. Jensen as a pushover when I’ve wrestled a two-time World Champion in Mrs. Jessica Matthews, the biggest nerd I’ve ever met? Clearly, Ms. Jensen doesn’t pay attention. I said it on Twitter; I’m not underestimating or undermining anyone in the company or the invited. For her to underestimate and undermine me says a lot about who she really is. She judges. She assumes.

The Elder Dixon Brother softly “tsks” and shakes his head. There’s a certain confidence he carries with every step he takes. A quiet sigh escapes him and he presses his lips together.

NATHANIEL DIXON: Honestly, I’m disappointed. For the first round of the Excellence Invitational, this is who my opponent is? A hypocritical little girl? How droll. On top of that, she may even be a liar. She still hasn’t presented a résumé. No list of her accomplishments or her championships. No source of the companies she supposedly won the gold from.

His younger brother shakes his head. He seems to understand where Nathaniel is coming from. Why hide her golden collection and the companies she gathered the titles from?

MAXIMILIAN DIXON: If she’s accomplished so much in her wrestling career, she would be proud to share them with the public.

NATHANIEL DIXON: Exactly.

A knowing little smirk crosses the Lord of Charisma’s face. They come across his guest locker room within the Enterprise Center and he opens the door.

NATHANIEL DIXON: You know, if things are favorable, I might request a permanent contract.

MAXIMILIAN DIXON: That would be… fascinating.

With the door open, Maximilian enters the room. Nathaniel follows after him, looks towards the camera with a wink, and softly closes the door. The nameplate reads ‘NATHANIEL DIXON’ before the perspective changes.

Ding, ding, ding!

Right from the get-go, this fatal four-way breaks out into a straight-up fight between the four competitors. Ruby Steele is taking on TJ Alexander; Holly Rhodes is contending with Caity Dawson-Cruz. It’s highly difficult for the referee to keep the match under control when it’s nothing but a fight! Everyone has something different at stake here. Caity blasts Holly with a couple of right hooks, causing her to stagger. Caity moves back to climb the turnbuckles, but as she goes for a diving crossbody, Holly catches her in midair! Holly easily throws Caity over the top rope and out of the ring with a crash!

GREYSON MARKS: Miss Dawson-Cruz took a risk, but unfortunately for her, Holly’s too powerful.

LINCOLN PHELPS: That woman can LIFT, bro! C’mon!

On the other side, Ruby and TJ are duking it out. TJ tries to nail Ruby with a spinning wheel kick, but Ruby catches his leg and sends him away with a dragon whip. TJ’s body falls upon the middle rope in a prone position. Ruby comes running in and hits the tiger feint kick on him, knocking him back into the ring! Ruby turns and finds herself looking up at Holly. The ladies begin to size each other up -- when Caity appears out of nowhere and blasts Ruby with “Cruz Missile” (Flying Knee to the face)! Ruby stumbles away, while Holly turns towards Caity with annoyance. Caity tries to attack her, but Holly blocks and seizes her arms. She levels Caity with “Holly-Go-Round” (Spinning Trapped-Arm Belly-to-Belly Suplex) and goes for the pin attempt!

One!

Two!

Ruby breaks up the count!

Even then, Ruby’s still shaking off the cobwebs of Caity’s attack. Holly turns towards Ruby and moves into a ready stance. Ruby steps into her own fighting position and the two of them engage in a battle of their own strengths, Ruby’s speed versus Holly’s power. Ruby’s hit-and-run tactic starts things off, catching Holly with quick strikes before retreating. On the side, TJ’s just getting to his feet. He sees the fight between Ruby and Holly and decides to take advantage of Holly’s state, catching her with “Crash Landing” (Standing Shiranui)! Before he can go for the pin attempt, however, Ruby kicks the back of his head! This stuns him, allowing Ruby to pull him up to his feet. She launches TJ towards the ropes, and upon his return, she nails him with her signature Shining Wizard!

GREYSON MARKS: She doesn’t have a name for it, but a nice shining wizard by Miss Steele!

LINCOLN PHELPS: These bitches keep interrupting the GOOD part of this match, Greyson! It’s annoying.

Now it’s Ruby’s turn to go for the pin attempt.

One!

Two!

Holly breaks up the count!

Quick to her feet, Ruby faces Holly once again. TJ is down. Caity is still working on recuperating. Ruby and Holly circle each other in the center of the ring before they lock up. Unfortunately for Ruby, Holly’s power is superior, able to lift her up with the simplest of ease. Holly drops Ruby with a stalling vertical suplex and goes for the cover, but Ruby’s able to kick out on her own at two. The ladies go back and forth, Holly with the advantage, but after Holly levels Ruby with her signature Military Press-into-Front Slam, Caity interferes! She swings wildly at Holly, but Holly’s not impressed, taking some of the hits and countering with a stunning headbutt. She then lifts Caity up and locks her in the “Rhodes to Ruin” (Torture Rack)! Caity is writhing in pain, struggling to escape to no avail. Before she taps out, however, TJ comes from out of nowhere with a missile dropkick to Holly’s chest! The velocity and force release Caity and knock Holly out of the ring. Just as TJ gets to his feet, Ruby knocks HIM out of the ring with her signature Diving Moonsault from the cut! Ruby turns her attention to Caity who’s slow to get up. On the outside, Holly and TJ are recovering. Once they’re up, Holly surprises TJ with her signature Deadlift German Suplex! Back in the ring, however, Ruby hits Caity with “Ruby Tuesday” (Cradle DDT) at the same time and goes for the pin! Holly notices this and tries to get back into the ring, but she’s just a little too late!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING, DING, DING!

WINNER BY PINFALL: RUBY STEELE

GREYSON MARKS: What a match, folks! Kudos to Holly, TJ, and Caity, but Ruby leaves with the win!

LINCOLN PHELPS: Bah! Holly was screwed! Caity would’ve tapped if it wasn’t for TJ’s interference!

Two best friends walk alongside each other down the hallway.

William Blake Mason in his ring attire.

Xaria Linette in colorful activewear.

There’s the clear aftermath of physical training, thin layers of sweat, two opened BodyArmor drinks, and a small white towel across his shoulders. Her red locks are secured in a tight ponytail appropriate for a workout. For a moment, the two of them stop walking. She turns to him and smiles.

XARIA LINETTE: No matter what happens, believe in yourself. I’m here for you.

William turns to Xaria. He rests his hand on her knee and nods.

WILLIAM MASON: Thanks. 2022 needs to be better, for both of us. Can’t think of a better way to kick off the new year on the right note than by showing the rest of the PWE roster a prelude to their future. Falling to me.

A gentle smile crosses her face. Reaching out, she takes one end of his towel and lightly presses it against his forehead to absorb the sweat.

XARIA LINETTE: In the wrestling industry, we’ll make this year worthwhile. We’re in this together.

As soon as she releases that end of the towel, however, the camera picks up the visual of PWE Interviewer Aleena Sands running towards them.

ALEENA SANDS: M-Ms. Linette! Mr. Mason!

They’re a little perplexed by this. There was no interview request.

XARIA LINETTE: Oui, Mademoiselle Sands?

ALEENA SANDS: T-they’ve struck again! The mysterious assailant! Ms. Linette, your nephew’s been hurt…

There’s a faraway look in Xaria’s eyes. A scowl forms on William’s face. He balls his fist. Without a word, the Rainbow Angel dashes towards her locker room. William and Aleena aren’t too far behind. Through the open door, Xaria finds her nephew being tended to by a couple of faculty nurses. Her emerald eyes fall upon the wall closest to his prone form.

“You should have never come back.”

GREYSON MARKS: Oh God, please don’t tell me that’s…

LINCOLN PHELPS: Blood! It’s gotta be blood, Greyson!

It’s a sick thought. To write this eerie message in blood…? One hopes it’s just dark red paint! Xaria shakes her head of the horror and runs over to Remi’s side opposite of the nurses. Beneath him lies the broken coffee table. The Modern-Day God stops in the doorway and glares at the message on the wall.

XARIA LINETTE: Mon neveu… Mon neveu!

She places her hands on the sides of his face. He’s a complete mess. There’s an open wound over his left eye and a trail of blood running from the left corner of his mouth. His white shirt is lightly stained in the life fluid and it’s slightly torn from the collar. His glasses are lying broken on the floor close by. Aside from the broken coffee table, the furniture’s unsorted, and some of it’s even turned over. There’s a metallic baseball bat laying nearby with small stains of blood upon it. William moves from the doorway to stand over Xaria as she is torn up over the condition of Remi. Taking a deep breath, he closes his eyes, it’s obvious he’s pissed off, likely remembering the assault on him and Xaria in late-2021.

WILLIAM MASON: We need to put an end to this madness! Management can fine me if they want, I’m staying here.

XARIA LINETTE: Non…

Shaking her head slowly, Xaria looks over her shoulder at her best friend with tears in her eyes.

XARIA LINETTE: You need to go, Monsieur William. I won’t let this stand…

There’s a fire within the emerald. A soft groan is heard and they both turn their attention back to Remi whose exhaustion is still apparent.

REMI FONTAINE: …uhh…

XARIA LINETTE: Rémiel! I’m right here. We’re right here…

She takes one of her nephew’s hands in hers and gently squeezes it. Remi breathes slowly, his blue eyes dim and weary.

REMI FONTAINE: I… I don’t know what happened… One minute, I walked in here. Then… nothing.

WILLIAM MASON: Save your strength.

William looks at Remi, saying this in a commanding yet compassionate way. He shifts his attention to Xaria.

WILLIAM MASON: I know you promised to come to the ring with me. Stay here, Remi needs you more. The second I’m done, I’ll return.

XARIA LINETTE: …oui…

Perhaps it’s the lighting of the room, but a shadow falls over Xaria’s eyes. After the nurses confirm there are no broken bones, Xaria and William carefully lift Remi to his feet. The nurses lead the way while they shoulder the young man towards the medical room. Even Aleena accompanies them for the time being.

GREYSON MARKS: Poor Ms. Linette… What has she done to deserve all of this?

LINCOLN PHELPS: Absolutely nothing! As far as I know, anyway. C’mon, we all look who the guilty verdict is!

GREYSON MARKS: Don’t assume, Lincoln. It makes an “ass” out of “u” and “me”.

Ding, ding, ding!

From the moment the bell rings, Zoey Magigan-Star rushes Amber Payne and attacks her with a series of kicks; spinning hook, enzuigiri, and football all in a row. Amber’s trying to fend off her assault, but Zoey’s aggression is on a new level. She evades a counter from Amber and catches her with a double-leg takedown. Mounting Amber, Zoey lays into her with vicious strikes, left and right in a blazing fury!

GREYSON MARKS: Right out of the gate, Mrs. Madigan-Star is a runaway train!

LINCOLN PHELPS: It’s the vicious nature of an assailant, Greyson! She spilled Remi’s blood without mercy!

GREYSON MARKS: Hey now, Lincoln! There’s still no evidence against her. “Innocent until proven guilty.”

The referee counts against Zoey’s assault. At that moment, Amber kicks her off. Before she can gather herself, however, Zoey’s recovered and she lays Amber out with a running front dropkick! Zoey gets back up and she pulls Amber to her feet. The Sorceress Supreme drags her towards the ropes and she steps out in between them to reposition herself. In a clever twist, she brings Amber down with “Boardwalk Twister” (Slingshot Sunset Flip into a Single-Leg Crab)! Amber’s writhing in pain as Zoey keeps her in the submission move. Through sheer will, Amber manages to drag herself and Zoey towards the ropes. She grabs ahold of the bottom rope, but Zoey doesn’t let her go immediately! It’s only when the referee’s count reaches “four!” that she does.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Look at that! Cold! Ruthless!

GREYSON MARKS: She still released Miss Payne. Calm down. I’m sure there’s a reason for Mrs. Madigan-Star’s aggression.

The fans are still on Zoey’s side, euphoric with cheers and applause. She watches Amber slowly pull herself up using the ropes. Once Amber’s on her feet, Zoey beckons her, and the two of them engage in a bit of a brawl. Despite Amber’s best efforts, Zoey overwhelms her, and even goes so far as to drive Amber onto the mat with “Trap Chamber” (Leaping Reverse STO)! Even with the advantage, Zoey doesn’t take the opportunity to pin Amber. Instead, she drags her towards one of the corners of the ring. The fans watch as Zoey ascends the turnbuckles and lands on Amber with “Delightful Devastation” (Double-Rotation Moonsault)! Yet even now, Zoey does NOT try to pin her.

GREYSON MARKS: This is the perfect opportunity for a pin attempt, but for some reason…

LINCOLN PHELPS: Zoey just wants to make Amber suffer! It’s sick, I tell you. First Remi, now this!

GREYSON MARKS: Oh, shut up, Lincoln!

On her feet, Zoey glares down at Amber. Even as the fans cheer for her, it’s like she doesn’t hear them. She’s barely fazed. Leaning down, she seizes Amber and pulls her up to her feet. Zoey leads Amber to the center of the ring and drives a couple of harsh knees into her ribs. Soon after, she levels Amber with “Seeing Stars” (Scissored DDT), and finally, she goes for the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING, DING, DING!

WINNER BY PINFALL: ZOEY MADIGAN-STAR

LINCOLN PHELPS: Ugh, listen to these people! How are they going to cheer for the “mysterious” assailant?!

GREYSON MARKS: Mrs. Madigan-Star is innocent until proven guilty, Lincoln.

“Ladies and Gentlemen” by Saliva plays from the PA system. Once she’s on her feet, Zoey allows the referee to raise her hand in victory. Her victory is interrupted, however, when the lights of the arena begin to flicker. On and off. Off and on. On. Off…

And they stay off.

GREYSON MARKS: Oh no…

Then after several intense moments, the lights come back on. Xaria Linette stands before Zoey Madigan-Star in the center of the ring!

LINCOLN PHELPS: OH YEAH!

The fans have a mixture of reactions from cheers, yells, and jeers. The skillset of the Children of Nephilim has not been forgotten by Xaria. The nearby camera’s microphone can’t pick up what Zoey is saying, though her glaring expression is one to be revered. Alas, Xaria doesn’t say anything. Not a word. Instead, she punches Zoey square in the jaw! The Impulse Champion steps back before she retaliates, striking Xaria with a vicious backhand! Soon enough, the ladies break out into an ugly brawl that the referee, alone, cannot control. He gestures to the back, and as Zoey and Xaria are simply trying to hurt each other, the PWE security team rushes the ring. Blake Mason dashes towards the ring. Even Zoey’s wife, Katelina Star, makes her way down the ramp. Security breaks up the fight, two of them standing in front of Zoey, while four of them have to restrain Xaria! Katelina enters the ring on Zoey’s side and stands by her wife. Even with Xaria screaming at her, Zoey turns to Katelina and the two of them leave of their own free will. It’s only when Blake settles a hand on Xaria’s shoulder that she slowly calms down. Security leaves it to Blake to keep Xaria’s temper at bay. Xaria sharply glares at Zoey and Katelina leaving through the curtains, but she stays at her best friend’s side. “Legends Never Die” by Halocene resonates, all the while the fans are unsure what to make of this chaotic mess.

GREYSON MARKS: I understand Ms. Linette’s rage, but this is not the right way to do this…

LINCOLN PHELPS: Damn security! They should’ve let the ladies battle it out. Screw Magnificence!

GREYSON MARKS: You are the salt of the Earth, Lincoln… We’ll be back with more Victory VIII, folks!

NINA LAWRENCE: The following is a round one match of the EXCELLENCE INVITATIONAL and has a 20 minute time limit….introducing first.

"And this is how it feels when I..."

As the lights of the arena fade and acoustic instruments resonate throughout, the flashes of the cameras are the only illumination in the dark. Then a red spotlight shines on the stage and Nathaniel Dixon has made his presence known. He smiles when the lead vocals of Michael Barnes set the mood with “Breathe Into Me (Remix Acústica)” by Red.

“Ignore the words you spoke to me...
And this is where I lose myself when I keep running away from you!”

His fan reception is that of mixed reactions, although some of the fans take special exception to him in deep admiration. Knowing this, he chuckles softly and saunters down the ramp.

“And this is who I am when, when I don't know myself anymore
And this is what I choose when it's all left up to me…”

The Intellectual Evolution extends his right hand to a lady in the audience who accepts it and, like a gentleman, he kisses her hand. While she fangirls, he makes his way around the ring, the red spotlight following him with every step. His earth-colored eyes are focused on the ring itself. Nathaniel ascends the steel steps, enters the ring between the ropes, and he gauges the fans. A sadistic smile forms across his face before the spotlight goes out, leaving everyone in the dark.

“Breathe your life into me, I can't feel you
I'm falling... falling faster...

Breathe your life into me, I still need you
I'm falling… falling, breathe into me! Breathe into me!
(BREATHE!)”

The fans stir in anticipation as red pyros shoot from all four corners of the ring. The lights immediately come back on and Nathaniel takes a bow in the center of the ring with a confident smirk.

NINA LAWRENCE: Now in the ring standing 6’1 and weighing in at 170 pounds, from San Diego California……The Intellectual Evolution NATHANIEL DIXON

Jensen Kidd comes out, walking slowly. On the ramp, she smiles, revealing braces, and slips her glasses up. She waves to the fans, then trips over the bottom rope.

NINA LAWRENCE: And his opponent, standing 5’7 and weighing 130 pounds from MIRACLE WORLD….JENSEN KIDD!

GREYSON MARKS: I don’t want to judge a book by its cover but this looks like it’s going to be a massacre…

LINCOLN PHELPS: You’re right, this feels wrong man, this is a mismatch, a completer farce and to be honest Charlie and Ophelia have alot to answer for putting this match together and allowing it to happen..poor Nathaniel is about to get murdered by Jensen…

GREYSON MARKS: ….What?...

DING DING DING!

Nathaniel Dixon moves into the center of the ring looking at the young woman in front of him, she smiles showing her braces causing Nathaniel to shake his head looking completely shocked at the vision in front of him. He shakes his head and tells the referee to step back for a moment before talking to Jensen, a discussion ensues and Nathaniel backs up and calls Jensen over before sitting on the middle rope opening them for Jensen telling her to get out of the ring. Jensen though shakes her head. Nathaniel offers yet again and Kensen shakes her head again.

GREYSON MARKS: Is Dixon allowing Jensen to leave? So he can win via count out?

LINCOLN PHELPS: Look Nathaniel Dixon is a gentleman. He clearly doesn’t want any undue harm to come to the young woman and as condescending as it seems he’s doing this for her own good.

Jensen refuses to leave. Nathaniel angrily shakes his head and explains things even louder this time so we can hear a few of the words.

Nathaniel Dixon: If you leave that’s it, but if you stay in this ring Ms Kidd…bad things will happen..UNDERSTAND ME?...

Jensen shakes her head again and instead of walking away stands her ground. Nathaniel shakes his head and sighs before going ti lock up with Jensen, Jensen though ducks under, grabbing Nathaniel by the hip, sliding down across one knee and up jumping in the air to grab Nathaniel by the head bringing him down into a headlock, she wrenches it in and Nathaniel backs her up and goes to shook Jensen off, but instead Jensen stops and shifts her weight taking Nathaniel up and over to the mat. He lands and as Jensen pops to her feet Nathaniel sits on the mat, his head now a mee, he seems confused, not sure of what just happened. As if the thought of Jensen doing anything like that to him has not being properly computed in his mind.

GREYSON MARKS: Jensen Kidd has moves!

LINCOLN PHELPS: I told you Greyson this match is a farce…how Charlie and Ophelia could book Nathaniel in there against that monster is beyond me

GREYSON MARKS: Stop it….stop it right now…

Nathaniel pulls himself back to his feet, adjusts his gear, then runs his hands through his hair composing himself. He takes a deep breath and nods mouthing “ok”. Jensen goes to do a similar move and slide under Nathaniel, this time he’s ready for her catching Jensen as she slides by wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulls Jensen back up and hitting a waistlock takedown sending Jensen face first, he then slides over her body and locks in a front facelock wrenching it in, Jensen struggles trying to get out of it, Nathaniel slides around her again and moves to the side allowing Jensen to get on all fours, Nathaniel grabs her by the hair and lays in vicious shots to the side of her face over and over again.

The crowd boos as Nathaniel shakes his head reaching down to wrap his arm under Jensens chin and neck picking her up off the mat into a sleeper, but he just uses the sleeper as a momentum move tossing Jensen up in the air and catching her in a cross armbar asd they both land on the mat, Jensen struggles and kicks her legs trying to get to the roopes Nathaniel keeps the armbar tight but Jensen is just able to get her foot to the bottom rope causing the referee to break the hold to which Nathaniel obliges and gets to his feet.

GREYSON MARKS: He looked like he was trying to rip her arm off…

LINCOLN PHELPS: To be fair…he probably was.

GREYSON MARKS: That doesn’t seem like the gentlemanly thing to do…

LINCOLN PHELPS: He’s doing her a favor…if he injures Jensen she’ll quit…go back to playing video games or whatever it is she does….

Jensen holds her arm and Nathaniel stays on the attack moving around her before running in for a shoot kick, Jensen moves out of the way, Nathaniel stays after her grabbing her by the arm he had in the armbar, Jensen though rolls through and around pulling Nathaniel down into a roll up!

ONE!

TWO!

Nathaniel kicks out, he gets to his feet looking furious that Jensen would pull a move like that, he attacks her but Jensen uses her speed to roll under and avoid Nathaniel, she jumps up and hits a hurricanrana taking Nathaniel across the ring, she pops up and grabs him by the head running up the turnbuckle hitting a tornado DDT, she kips up to her feet and gets the crowd behind her. She calls for Nathaniel to get up, as he does jensen goes for a superkick, Nathaniel catches her leg, spins Jensen around and spins himself connecting hard with a vicious roaring elbow sending Jensen face first to the mat.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Did you hear that shot?

GREYSON MARKS: Jensen may be out here!

LINCOLN PHELPS: No she’s moving but it might have been better if she was…she has heart you have to give her that…

Nathaniel shakes his head, he looks down at Jensen and kicks her to the side, just pushing her with the ball of his foot. Over and over again right to her face as the crowd boos. Nathaniel kneels down and grabs Jensen by the chin.

NATHANIEL DIXON: Stay…down…

Jensen slaps his hands away, she gets to her feet fighting Nathaniel off. She hits hard right hands pushing Nathaniel back into the ropes, the crowd gets behind the plucky geektress. She turns and hits the ropes looking for a big move, but Nathaniel steps forward and ducks down, he pops Jensen right up in the air and as she comes down he meets her with a european uppercut, the evolutionary imperative! Jensen lands hard on the mat, Nathaniel rolls her over.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

NINA LAWRENCE: Here is your winner and moving through to the final of the EXCELLENCE INVITATIONAL…NATHANIEL DIXON…

GREYSON MARKS: Jensen did all she could and she did show heart and determination but in the end Nathaniel was too damn much…

The cameras catch up with Lachlan Kane in the locker rooms, where he sits on a long bench applying black tape to his wrists. He’s fully dressed in his ring gear, minus his signature leather jacket that can be seen laying across the bench beside him. He tears the tape with his teeth and smooths it down, placing the roll beside him. He’s still for a moment, his blue eyes staring out at nothing as his mouth hardens into a thin line. With a long exhale, he stands up from the bench and retrieves his jacket, underneath which is his Victory championship. He slides the jacket on first, then hefts the title belt over his shoulder before moving to stand in front of the mirror. He stares at his reflection for a good long while, his body seemingly coiled like a spring. A flash of movement catches his eye, and he turns around, but there is no one else in the room with him. But when he turns back to the mirror, the image of the fiery redhead Angel grinning maniacally at him causes him to take a startled step backwards, the belt slipping from his shoulder to fall and lay forgotten on the floor for the moment.

ANGEL: Well, hello there my little plaything. How’s the little woman? She took an awful beating, didn’t she?

This causes the Irishman’s face to twist into a snarl as he steps forward and nearly presses his face to the glass image of Angel.

LACHLAN KANE: Listen to me, you psychotic little harlot. I’m done playing your sick mind games. Come out and face me.

Angel lets out a blood-chilling laugh, throwing her head back and cackling wildly.

ANGEL: Ooooo, there’s that feisty Irish temper! And here I thought your dear sweet sister was the wild one of the family!

She cocks her head to the side, staring at Lachlan with a contemplative grin while tapping her finger against her chin.

ANGEL: You know, it’s been so long since I paid a visit to her lovely home. I’m sure she’d love to host another little soiree like she did at Christmas.

Lachlan bangs a fist against the glass, enough to rattle it against the wall. His voice is low, but there’s a dangerous edge to each word he utters.

LACHLAN KANE: Don’t. You. Dare.

Angel’s face changes in an instant from her insane grin to a menacing glare. The smile drops away as she bares her teeth at him.

ANGEL: And just who is going to stop me, you? Outside of this arena, you hold no power over me and my kind, boy. You saw what I did to your brother. Don’t think for one second that I won’t systematically destroy every single person you love and care for. I will burn your entire world down and dance in the ashes. I will bleed you dry in front of your precious little girls, and I’ll laugh the whole time. Don’t think for a second that there is a line I won’t cross, because there isn’t.

As she speaks, the lights in the room begin to flicker, but neither one of them looks away. After a few tense moments, the psychotic grin is back on Angel’s face.

ANGEL: Well, I must be off now. I have so many preparations to make. Tell your loved ones that I’ll be seeing them real soon.

With a guttural scream, Lachlan rears back and punches the mirror, shattering it into hundreds of pieces that scatter across the floor. His breathing is heavy as he stares down at his clenched fist, which surprisingly avoided being sliced open by the glass. A soft, feminine giggle echoes through the room, along with a whispered voice…

ANGEL:
“O little one,
My little one,
Come with me,
Your life is done.
Forget the future,
Forget the past.
Life is over:
Breathe your last.”

The lights stop flickering and go back to normal, and the room is silent save for Lachlan’s laboured breathing. He paces a few steps around the room and brings a hand up to run through his hair, the camera picking up the slight tremble in his hand and the momentary look of apprehension crossing his face. He reaches down to pick his title belt back up and puts it over his shoulder again, and with a final glare towards the shattered mirror, he turns on his heel and heads out the door.

The bell rings and these two waste little time. Vincent smirks as he moves in on the smaller woman. Tara decides to engage directly, rushing into the attack and taking the larger man off guard. A jab is followed by a hook, blocked by Vincent, only for a haymaker to catch him square on the jaw with an impact that surprises both competitors. The concussion of the blow has lit a fire inside Vincent who remembers his size and grabs her by both arms and slings her bodily behind him. She is just getting to her feet when his massive boot encounters her midsection.

GREYSON MARKS: You gotta respect her drive.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Yeah? Who’s gonna make me?

GREYSON MARKS: She might?

Vincent tosses her to the corner and follows up with a body splash that connects only with the turnbuckle as Tara rolls out of the way. Rather than make space, she again goes on the attack on the exposed ribs of Vincent. As he covers up, she springs off the middle rope and drives a knee into his face. Though discombobulated, he manages to catch her in the air and dump her over his shoulder and onto the outside.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Doesn’t she know the match is inside the ring?

GREYSON MARKS: Maybe if you weren’t refilling your ‘water bottle’, you’d have seen.

Rather than follow, Vincent lets the referee count. Up on the four and in the ring on five, she slides back in. He is on her and starts to lay the boots followed by a gutwrenching powerbomb.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Yes! That’s what I’m talking about! I felt the ring shake from here!

GREYSON MARKS: I think that’s mostly coming from your drink

Only receiving a two, he tries his luck once more to see if it was a nervous twitch, but with the same result. Rather than rise to his feet, he turns the pin into a mount and begins to lay rights against her as the audience counts along.

One…

Two…

Three…

Tara catches his hand and pushes hard off her hips, bucking Vincent over onto his back. She is able to pass his guard and takes the mount, much to the delight of the crowd. The punches now come down rapidly and the audience counts faster, this time making it to the ten before she allows herself to be separated

GREYSON MARKS: The crowd is getting fired up behind Tara tonight!

Tara rebounds off the rope and takes flight, looking for a diving crossbody only to end up sideways in Vincents arms. He rams her into the mat and pulls the leg once more. She manages to kick out and Vincent turns to the referee to discuss his counting strategies.

LINCOLN PHELPS: He’s counting too slow! It’s easy: One, Two, Three!

GREYSON MARKS: If only. Vincent needs to worry about his opponent and not the referee’s counting abilities.

He turns his attention back to Tara and reaches to pull her up by the hair, but she explodes. Her eyes wide with rage as she shoves his hand off she goes into another flurry of blows. She goes for another crossbody and is caught once more, but this time she begins to drill him about his face with elbows.

GREYSON MARKS: Fooled me once…

LINCOLN PHELPS: Cause you’re an idiot?

She shoves him away and hits the ropes for a third time. Vincent looks ready but instead of going high she nails him midsection with an…

GREYSON MARKS: Enrage!!

The big man is back up, woozy on his feet as she takes to the corner to pump herself up. The crowd is fully behind her now and she looks to be going for her patented Shining Wizard, but in a display of sheer determination, Vincent catches her and drills her to the mat with a Black Hand.

GREYSON MARKS: My lord the Elevation!

LINCOLN PHELPS: He looks to be going to the Dark Breath.

Knee pressing into her throat, Tara kicks and bucks to try to get free. She is able to calm herself for a moment and rotates her body just enough to get the leverage to push him back. She slides herself back and catches his arm. The two roll around for a moment for control only for Tara to wind up with Vincent locked in the Undertow.

GREYSON MARKS: I think he’s going to tap!

Vincent is able to get his feet underneath him. He uses his sheer size and strength to lift her into the air before driving her down hard with a spinebuster, driving the breath from her lungs. He wastes no more time, pulling her to her feet, he pulls her onto his shoulder…

LINCOLN PHELPS: It’s over, go ahead and count it.

GREYSON MARKS: She’s not even moving.

LINCOLN PHELPS: That’s real observant of you.

Vincent doesn’t even bother to hook the leg as the referee counts.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

WINNER BY PINFALL: VINCENT BLACK

A door.

We open on a single door, a wood that was painted white and a doorknob painted gold. As we pan out, there's nothing else. Nothing around the door, beside the door, nothing but a door and a vast white light surrounding it. A moment later, the golden knob turned and the white door opened. There in the doorway, our spirit guide herself, Acid Beth.

ACID BETH: I've been looked at as the weird girl, the strange one, even for the majority of those within the Taino culture. It's nothing new. I've heard these criticisms before, that I'm distracted, that my vision isn't clear. I find it an odd criticism to make, being it's made on pure assumption. In the ring and outside of it, I've proven to be quite focused upon my own journey, yet I'm judged on the expectations of how I might act and not how I've acted. I've managed to win my other two singles bouts here in PWE, and I've managed to fight myself into the Headliner tonight...

Beth paused, taking a moment to give the camera a profile shot as she tied her hair up.

ACID BETH: People make assumptions about me based off my name and nothing more. The effects of LSD typically intensify though, emotion, and sensory perception. I'm out to better myself in all aspects. I may be a slave to the push and pull of life as the next person, but I know which way I want my journey to go. If you've listened to what I've been saying since Annihilation, you'd know I manifested this match with Andalucera. This was always my path.

For the first time, she moves out of the doorway just a smidge, to reveal the other side. A brick walkway, laid perfectly, leading off into the distance.

ACID BETH: Pursuing a legend is no easy task. I could ask Holly Rhodes, Nathaniel Cartwright. But they didn't quite understand what they were up against. In Greek mythos, the king and queen of the underworld have entrusted a three-headed dog to guard the gates of hell. Personally, I know full well that Andalucera is more than just a mere mutt - I just hope she knows that. If anything, I hope she walks out of our match tonight with a mind all her own. When I said I want to see her on that pinnacle, I meant it. But not like this. Not on the back of the Aylas. You can make your own way, Anda, but I suppose some of us need to be shown that.

She reached her hand out to the camera, offering for someone to take it.

ACID BETH: Let's break these chains, mental and physical.

Victory cuts to commercial.

THE SAVIOR YOU ALWAYS WISHED FOR. MEOW!!!!!

NINA LAWRENCE: The following match is a round one match in the EXCELLENCE INVITATIONAL and has a 20 minute time limit….introducing first.

The arena is plunged into darkness as a woman’s voice sings out over the PA system while the words flash in white lettering on the black tron screens. 

Who you talkin' to man?

Who you talkin' to man?

The music fully kicks in as the lights come up, red and white strobes pulsating on the stage. The tron begins rushing through images of a long career, different clips of matches, backstage segments, promos - all splashed across the screen in black and white with details accented in pink and aqua. 

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Who do you think you are?

Some kind of superstar

Who do you think I be?

A pretty beggar on my knees

What's that across your eyelid

What's that across your tongue

Which funeral comes marchin'

When the holy deed is done

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With the first verse, Vhodka emerges from the backstage area standing framed in red and white strobes center stage. She is dressed in faded and torn blue jeans that cling to her body like a second skin, stuffed into ankle length combat boots that have seen better days. A torn up Van Halen shirt adorns her upper torso, the neck and bottom half cut out to leave her collarbone and midriff bare, a cropped leather jacket hangs open over top. Her hair is orange, snarled and hanging down her back, her bangs braided back and pinned underneath to keep them from her eyes. A smile plays across her lips as she nods her head with one hand in the air, index finger extended in a point, as she mouths the words to the song that simultaneously flash across the tron.

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And I wanna' know

Who you talkin' to man?

And I wanna' know

Who you talkin' to man?

And I wanna' know

Who you talkin' to man?

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She descends the ramp to the ring glancing towards the crowd on either side, occasionally sticking her tongue out at hecklers and pointing to others as she approaches the ring to slide underneath the bottom rope.

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I'm gonna' grab your throat

I'm gonna' take your worth

I'm gonna' tell you something

Something you've never heard

Who knows you better than I

The one you've never known

I'll give you back your body

You can give me back my throne

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Vhodka stays on hands and knees in the center of the ring, her upper body pushed up with her lower body pressed against the ring for a moment before standing and quickly moving to the corner turnbuckle where she stands taking it all in.

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And I wanna' know

Who you talkin' to man?

And I wanna' know

Who you talkin' to man?

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She jumps down off the turnbuckle, bouncing on the balls of her feet as she cracks her neck before removing her jacket and tossing it out of the ring.

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Hey, hey, hey,

How do you like me now?

Hey, hey, hey,

How do you like me now?

Hey, hey, hey,

How do you like me now?

Hey, hey, hey,

How do you like me now?

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NINA LAWRENCE: Now in the ring, she stands 5’7 and weighing in at 131 pounds from MANHATTTEN NEW YORK……VVVVVHODKA BLACK…

"Lights, camera, silence on the set! Tape rolling. Three, two, one, action!"

Delia Black, the kick happy murder princess, and her partner in crime Claudia Frost begin to make their way towards the ring as spotlights shine down upon them and only them. Delia doesn’t pay much attention to anyone outside of her Insta feed she’s streaming, while Frost has some choice words for any fan that tries to reach out and touch her. The duo make their way towards the ring, snapping a selfie on the outside before climbing into the ring.

NINA LAWRENCE: An her opponent standing 5’4 and weighing in at 125 pounds…from YUCCA VALLEY CALIFORNIA……DELIA BLACK!

LINCOLN PHELPS: Battle of the bla-

GREYSON MARKS: NO!........stop it…stop it right now

LINCOLN PHELPS: Wot?...I didn’t do anythin man…what’s so bad about sayin battle of the…oh…OHHHHH…oh shit Twitter please don’t cancel me…

DING DING DING!

Vhodka and Delia look across the ring at one another, Vodka licks her lips and moves back and forth getting herself hyped up as Delia nervously looks around at the crazy looking heavily tattooed blond bombshell licking her lips to start the match. Suddenly the volatile Vhodka runs across the ring letting out a banshee scream, she leaps in the air, grabbing Delia by the hair and taking Delia down to the mat, Vodka bounces up and down off her knees while slamming Delia’s head into the mat over and over again. Delia fights her off and kicks Vhodka back away from her, Vhodka stays on the attack and grabs Delia’s leg pulling her back away from the ropes as Delia fingernails leave marke on the canvas. Vhodka goes to lock in a scorpion death lock, a impressive submission move for someone with SUCH A LIMITED MOVE SET. Delia though kicks Vhodka backwards, she gets to her feet and as Vhodka comes flying in again with her reckless style Delia throws her leg up and connects with a vicious Yakuza kick flattening Vhodka.

GREYSON MARKS: OH MY GOD…Vhodka just had her head taken off…

LINCOLN PHELPS: That kick connected, I think Vhodkas face is gonna look like a meat pie dropped on the floor face down…

GREYSON MARKS: I’m very sure she, and the rest of us, would find that offensive if we understood it…

Delia measures Vhodka up as she gets onto her knees, Delia steps forward and blasts her over and over again with stiff roundhouse kicks, each one hitting Vhodka in the chest with incredible force. Delia pulls Vhodka up, she hits her with a few hard forearms, she then whips Vhodka down by her hair and hits the ropes picking up speed and blasting Vhodka again with another kick, this time a running PK right to the chest. The crowd ooo’s as Vhodka holds her chest and rolls over, the camera getting right up in Vhodkas face to see the pain etched in her expression.

VHODKA BLACK: OH MY GOD…RIGHT IN THE TIT….

Delia steps around the ring with a smirk, the rookie showing that she is a natural at this. She turns sideways and calls for Vhodka to get up, as she goes Delia goes for a superkick, Vhodka sees it coming, she catches Delias leg and as Delia hops she swings wildly at Vhodka opening her hands to use her “freshly done” nails to get to her. Vhodka just laughs and moves back and throws Delia backwards, Delia hits the mat and rolls to her feet, Vhodka runs in and hits a spear taking Delia down, Delia rolls under the bottom rope to the floor holding her stomach wanting nothing else to do right now with Vhodka who has taken back the momentum.

GREYSON MARKS: Delia was hitting those vicious kicks and looked like she wanted to end it but Vhodka is showing she isn’t to be played with.

LINCOLN PHELPS: The winner of this match gets added to the final in two weeks, you win that match you get a shot to change your life, become a champion….

GREYSON MARKS: The prize at the end of all this is a shot at the Excellence title but it’s also a match with Damian Ayla…and you could not pay me enough for that

LINCOLN PHELPS: Hey it could be my boi LCP first off and second off….you’re a bitch…

Vhodka hits the ropes and handsprings before jumping over the top rope to the floor onto Delia. She pops up as the crowd goes nuts for the highly athletic move. Vhodka pulls Delia up and runs her into the barricade before stomping her down over and over again. She pulls Delia back up and rolls her into the ring before climbing to the top rope, she waits for Delia to get up and throws herself off the top rope with a crossbody, Delia is able to see Vhodka coming and hits her in mid air with a superkick! Vhodka goes down hard and Delia turns and dives on Vhodka.

ONE!

TWO!

Vhodka kicks out. Delia shakes her head and steps back, Vhodka looks out of it and starts to pull herself up, she goes to uncork another superkick, Vhodka ducks it and hits the ropes, she spins around Delias body going for a headscissors, Delia goes with it and rolls across the mat getting to her feet, Vhodka goes in for another move but instead walks right into a step up enzuguri from Delia, Vhodka goes down again and Delia jumps on her hooking her leg counting with the referee.

ONE!

TWO!

Kickout again from Vhodka. Delia sits up with asks why? Obviously frustrated with Vhodka not staying down, Delia gets up and gets in the referees face before counting to three slapping her hand. The referee waves it off and Delia still looks angry and frustrated. Vhodka starts to stir moving to the ropes.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Bad move from Delia, she’s in charge right now, she’s been shuttin Vhdoka down every time Vhodka gets a little bit of offense

GREYSON MARKS: She has to focus…

Vhodka gets to her feet, Delia turns around and goes back on the attack, Vhodka hits her with a hard right and another and another fighting Delia off. Vdhoaks kicks Delia in the stomach before pulling her into a front facelock, she then runs up the corner going for her Tornado DDT that she calls the Harvey wallbanger, Delia throws Vhodka off and forward, as Vhodka lands Delia hits another step up enzuguri, Vhodka falls to her knees, Delia pulls down her kneepad and hits the ropes going for the Blackout, she throws herself forward, Vhodka ducks and Delia lands on her lower back, Vhodka turns and pops up to the top rope, Delia holds her lower back and Vhodka leaps off grabbing Delias head on the way down hitting the Screwdriver! Vhodka pins.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Backstage, we see a foot tapping the air, and if there was anything as an annoyed fashion, it was this that is visible. It is a booted foot, covered over jeans that are semi-ripped and destroyed, with tattoos peeking out beneath them. The camera pans upwards to show us Kayla Richards as she leans against the chair she sits in within one of the boxes in the center of the crowd. This allows her to see everything below, including every match, every person, everyone, and if there’s anything certain about Kayla Richards as that she is not impressed with any of it. She scrolls through her phone, adjusting her beanie and clicking her teeth.

KAYLA RICHARDS: The fucker doesn’t even look sad.

Next to her, a plate of food to his right and a pair of binoculars attached to the bridge of his nose, is her toxic companion himself, Finn Whelan. He takes a fry from his plate, eats it, and shrugs his shoulders all at once.

FINN WHELAN: …that was a fucking terrible toehold. I don’t know why you’re so fussed about it. It was a mutual breakup.

KAYLA RICHARDS: He did all the…feelings and shit. Like. It’s like he’s just moved on, made gains, fucked right off.

Finn pulls the binoculars from his face and looks over at Kayla, who chucks her phone at the desk.

FINN WHELAN: Are you…are you feeling?

KAYLA RICHARDS: Ew. No.

FINN WHELAN: Good. Because that’s fuckin’ gross.

They sit in silence for a few more seconds, before Kayla makes another disgusted sound and shakes her head, making another clicking sound against her teeth.

KAYLA RICHARDS: Look, Betsy Granger is getting more attention for being fucking mediocre. Some wrestling tabloid is all up her ass about her championship win this last weekend. Funny. She lost to me, and I don’t see anyone making a huge paragraph in a magazine about me.

Finn turned his head again and narrowed his eyes.

FINN WHELAN: Then what the fuck is on the refrigerator?

KAYLA RICHARDS: What?

FINN WHELAN: The article about Annihilation that you plastered on the goddamned refrigerator like a five year old. About how you and Betsy had been going at it for months, and the only way that you won was because you put your fuckin’ feet on the ropes.

KAYLA RICHARDS: …the picture on the article was what I was pointing out in your eye level.

FINN WHELAN: …for why.

KAYLA RICHARDS: It was a good picture of me.

FINN WHELAN: …I see you every day. And then you send me pictures I end up deleting the second I get them.

KAYLA RICHARDS: …you’re supposed to send back dic–

Finn puts up a finger in her direction and narrows his eyes.

FINN WHELAN: Stop it.

Kayla purses her lips and crosses her arms. Obviously, the notion that Betsy Granger is, by a large margin, more important than her has settled within her mind. She’s defeated Betsy, she’s the one that stopped all of her progress. She should have been the one that the company was seeing as the savior of it, the one that mattered. Not Betsy.

Kayla rises to her feet, brushing off her pants and throwing her hair behind her shoulder.

KAYLA RICHARDS: I think I’m gonna remind them all, but especially Betsy, that she can’t just flounce around wherever she wants to and be the star. And if it’s while messing up the Irish Twat’s match, well…oh well.

FINN WHELAN: I…wouldn’t do that if I were you.

Kayla blew a raspberry before walking out of the box through the door in the back, disappearing and heading off into the backstage parts of the arena. Finn, however, continued sitting, consuming another fry as he leaned forward against the panel in front of him, resting his arm on it.

FINN WHELAN: It’s just like Marvin the Paranoid Android said in the Hitchhiker’s Guide…this is all going to end up in tears, I know it.

NINA LAWRENCE: The following is a round one match of the EXCELLENCE INVITATIONAL and has a 20 minute time limit….Already in the ring…TAYLOR BLAZER….

Taylor Blazer stands in the ring as her entrance music fades out.

GREYSON MARKS: Low Key entrance for Miss Blazer…

Suddenly the lights shut off, the opening guitar riff of Fozzy’s Judas hits, and standing on the stage under a bright spotlight is “Chronic” Chris Page. The crowd goes nuts as the veteran makes his way down to the ring.

NINA LAWRENCE: Now coming to the ring, standing 6’4 and weighing in at 240….CHRONIC CHRIS PAGE!

LINCOLN PHELPS: I can’t believe it…CHRIS PAGE MAN….Chris Page is MONEY

GREYSON MARKS: Are you…are you fanboying right now?

DING DING DING!

The bell goes off and Chris steps to the middle of the ring, as does Taylor on the other side, the two meeting in the middle of the ring. The rookie and the veteran. Page smiles and Taylor turns to talk to the referee, Page turned and BLASTS her with the reverse elbow the judas effect!. Taylor crumbles down and Chris quickly sets her up with a double underhook, he lifts her up and plants her with the PAGE PLANT

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

NINA LAWRENCE: Here is your winner and moving through to the final of the excellence invitational…CHRIS PAGE!

GREYSON MARKS: That…that may have been the fastest match in PWE history…

LINCOLN PHELPS: Man...I think Chris would have had more trouble if Taylor didn’t show up….

First shot that greeted us was a swift glance around a corner. A skittish operator must’ve noticed danger before anyone else could focus on the subjects. After a moment the angle adjusts giving everyone a full view of two distant figures. They are nearly close enough to be huddling.

GREYSON MARKS: Is that who I think is it?

LINCOLN PHELPS: Something about to happen?!

Hidden halfway against a further wall, Tara Ayla is fiddling with her phone and across from her La Andalucera is quietly speaking. The two women are much closer together keeping the one sided conversation too quiet to eavesdrop on.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Oh, shit! Can’t just be me that sees a plot being formed! Looks like La Andalucera has finally got to Tara!

GREYSON MARKS: Recently, she has been getting closer to Ms. Ayla. It’s difficult to tell what they are discussing so we shouldn’t jump to conclusions.

LINCOLN PHELPS: C’mon! No one meets up in dark corners unless some shady dealings are happening.

GREYSON MARKS: You’re speaking from experience, huh?

Tara’s face is concealed thanks to the angle she is standing but she lifts the phone screen up. La Andalucera bends forward to read it, aloud, before happily exclaiming something! One of her hands clasps Tara’s shoulder and this time it is not rejected. The two of them move closer as the phone is raised up again to be read. La Andalucera nods and departs from Tara with a pep in her step.

LINCOLN PHELPS: See?! What did I tell you! Shady! Looks like I can finally give someone the ‘Mister’, uh, in this case, ‘Missus Steal Yo Girl!’ nickname! Wonder what kind of mischief is headed our Excellences Champ’s way?

GREYSON MARKS: Again, you’re just speculating wildly, but it is rather peculiar. Up until this point, we haven’t seen Tara actually communicate with anyone outside of Damian. I guess we'll just have to wait and see.

LINCOLN PHELPS: A coup is going to be in our champions future!

GREYSON MARKS: I’m not even going to engage you on that matter…

LINCOLN PHELPS: ‘Cause you know I’m right!

DING DING DING!

Betsy and Lachlan stand in the ring opposite one another. Lachlan looking around at the fans as Betsy smirks. Before they can lock up though Northlane’s “Bloodline” hits, Betsy and Lachlan look up at the ramp and Kayla Richards emerges. She smirks and makes her way down to the ring, Betsy looks ready to fight but Kayla shakes her head and makes her way around to the commentary area, but instead of putting on a headset she simply sets up a chair and sits on it kicking her legs up onto the table.

GREYSON MARKS: it seems like Kayla is out here to mess with Betsy again…

LINCOLN PHELPS: Look the queen does whatever she wants…

GREYSON MARKS: The queen?...does that make Finn the king?

LINCOLN PHELPS: It should be me…

GREYSON MARKS: What?

Back in the ring Betsy shakes her head and rolls her eyes turning back to Lachlan who seems disappointed too. The two competitors turn to each other and go to lock up, Lachlan uses his larger frame to push Betsy back into the corner the referee starts to count and reaches four before we get a clean break. Lachlan backs up to the center of the ring and calls for Betsy to come meet him, Betsy nods and Lachlan goes to lock up with her but this time Betsy steps back and hits a low kick to Lachlans thigh, he limps and Betsy stays on the attack with stiff leg kicks before changing levels and hitting a roundhouse to Lachlans chest, he stumbles back into the corner and Betsy hits a few hard knife edge chops over and over lighting up Lachlans chest. Betsy grabs Lachlan by the wrist and then bulls him out of the corner hitting a low knee to his stomach and a russian leg sweep before going for a pin.

ONE!

TWO!

Lachlan kicks out.

GREYSON MARKS: Betsy almost put Lachlan away early there…right Lincoln…Lincoln?...LINC!

LINCOLN PHELPS: Huh?.what?..Oh yeah Lachlans abs…victory champion…Betsy and him fighting…what do you think her hair smells like?

GREYSON MARKS: ….This is a great match between these two already between a woman who many say should be the excellence champion and the first ever Victory champion…

Betsy pulls Lachlan up and turns grabbing Lachlans head going for the galactic advantage, Lachlan shoves Betsy into the ropes, Betsy turns and Lachlan hits a hard forearm followed by another and another before pulling Betsy into a short arm clothesline, Lachlan keeps wrist control and rolls over Betsy's body and pulls her up into a second and then a third this time putting all his weight into it and releasing Betsy's wrist causing her to do a flip as he hits. Betsy is down and Lachlan riles up the crowd, he moves back into the corner and calls for Betsy to get up so he can hit the shotgun dropkick, as he rushes in though Betsy turns and throws a leg up connecting with Lachlans face with a single leg dropkick, Lachlan goes down and Betsy covers.

ONE!

TWO!

Lachlan kicks out again, Betsy knows she can’t waist any movement and stays on the attack pulling Lachlan up and whipping him into the corner, Betsy follows in and rolls hitting a koppu kick right to the top of Lachlans head, Lachlan stumbles out and drops to one knee, Betsy hits the ropes and leaps up wrapping her legs around Lachlans head and spinning hitting the Plante de visage!. Lachlans head bounces off the mat and Betsy again goes for a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

Lachlan again kicks out.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Damn that was close!....That hurricanrana driver is NASTY

GREYSON MARKS: Betsy is pulling everything out here to try and beat Lachlan Kane and can you blame her? Lachlan has PWE gold

LINCOLN PHELPS: And lets face it..Betsy needs a W…

Betsy pulls Lachlan up in a full nelson setting up the facebuster, Lachlan has other plans and slips his arms up and out of it before spinning and hitting a corkscrew roundhouse kick. Betsy eats it and hits the mat hard before rolling from the ring holding the side of her face, she moves around the outside of the ring before stopping dead in her tracks looking at Kayla who is still sitting with her legs up, Betsy is distracted for a moment and Lachlan Kane comes flying over the top rope with a somersault plancha!

GREYSON MARKS: LACHLAN KANE FLYING THROUGH THE AIR

LINCOLN PHELPS: Man Betsy has to get her mind off Kayla…she’s in there with a champion and Captain Abs over there should not be taken lightly…

Lachlan pulls Betsy up and rolls her back into the ring, Betsy gets to her feet but is out of it, Lachlan comes flying in hitting a slingblade. Betsy is down and Lachlan looks around before climbing to the top rope, he measures Betsy up and looks like he’s about to go for the Lach down. He leaps off but Betsy rolls out of the way and as Lachlan lands he tweeks her knee, Betsy grabs him and hits the Galactic advantage. Lachlan is down and Betsy looks to be in charge. But now Kayla kicks the chair back and leaps onto the apron The crowd boos and Betsy shakes her head, but Lachlan pulls himself up. He just goes at Betsy, Betsy though turns and grabs Lachlan using his own momentum to send him into Kayla!. They crash together and Lachlan backs up right into Betsys full nelson face buster the Ish Muss Dich Brechen!. She pins.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

GREYSON MARKS: Kayla’s plan backfired!

LINCOLN PHELPS: BETSY WINS AND POOR LACHLAN GETS SCREWED TOO

GREYSON MARKS: This was still a great match between Betsy and Lachlan Kane.

NINA LAWRENCE: Here is your winner…Betsy Grang-

Before Nina can finish Kayla storms the ring slamming into Betsy from behind. She starts to stomp and beat Betsy down as thew crowd boos, Kayla rips her leather jacket off and angrily stomps her feet before turning to tell Betsy to get up, she calls for the Dreamkiller but before Kayla can hit it Lachlan Kane comes from the side and shotgun dropkicks Kayla out of the ring to the delight of the crowd.

LINCOLN PHELPS: NO MY QUEEN!

GREYSON MARKS: KAYLAS PLAN HAS COME UNRAVELED!...she tried to attack Betsy, she tries to screw her out of a win and in the end Lachlan was not going to let this continue…

Kayla backs up the ramp pointing at both Lachlan and Betsy yelling obscenities as a voice breaks through.

CHARLIE JONES: You don't learn do you?

Kayla turns around as Charlie Jones steps onto the stage. Lachlan Kane slides from the ring, high fiving the crowd as Betsy stays in the ring staring at Kayla and Charlie.

CHARLIE JONES: Kayla, Ophelia and I told you what would happen didn't we? You have been talking about how you beat Betsy and it was your decision whether or not you would get in the ring with her again. And while it's true, that you do have that clause and you have the right to refuse, we did also put in a morality clause. We warned you that if you were seen screwing with Betsy that you would pay for it. You have already been banned from competing for PWE championships until we decide and now...well..now your actions have forced our hands again.

Kayla shakes her head and yells at Charlie who puts her hands up and laughs.

CHARLIE JONES At Magnificence you will be getting in the ring Kayla...and you will be facing Betsy Granger....

The crowd explodes, Kayla throws her hands in the air as Charlie shrugs, Betsy smiles slowly and nods her head looking around at the fans. The cameras cut to commercial.

Check out the newly reopened VICTORY PRO! First card of the year goes to Monday Night Combat on the Seventeenth of January! Live from the Denver Coliseum!

The cameras come back from the advertisement for VICTORY PRO’s return to the world stage, and fall back on the commentary table. Lincoln is a good six drinks in at this point, and the cups around his area prove it. Meanwhile, Greyson looks at his partner’s area in disgust.

LINCOLN PHELPS: A riveting evening tonight, mate. Rivetin’.

GREYSON MARKS: Is that so?

LINCOLN PHELPS: Well, look at me tallies. I did me some bettin’ tonight, eh. On the Excellence Invitational. Alice done dropped me balls initially, but I got ‘em back in with Page going over Blazer, Hottie Vhoddie takin’ over on Delia – who was hot, don’t get me wrong – and now the stuffy Englishman getting one up over Jensen Kidd. I’ve made some Freedom Bucks.

Greyson raises his eyebrow.

GREYSON MARKS: Freedom bucks.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Yeh.

GREYSON MARKS: Lord have mercy…

He shakes his head, and Lincoln beams, knowing he’s annoyed Greyson once more.

LINCOLN PHELPS: And didn’t you know that I expected Kayla would come out to annoy the bullocks out of Betsy? Betsy Granger, the woman who seems to have a hellbent path on ensuring people around her are destroyed…maybe it has somethin’ to do with Kayla. Or people in general. Or just, you know…she’s in a killer mood.

GREYSON MARKS: Could be that. If you follow Betsy through all of her promotions, the girl is a workhorse…the new Manhattan Champion at FIGHT, fighting in Thunder Pro, previously in XWF. Girl is disrespected, girl rises. And besides, if Kayla doesn’t get through, you know she always has Finn to rest her head on.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Right, and I think–

♫ WHOA-OH-OH-OH. ♫

The aggressive guitar riff opening of “FØØL” by GHØSTKID takes the words right out of Lincoln’s mouth as the lights in the The Enterprise Center shut off entirely. The edges of the entryway flash the lime green color that is not familiar to the audience at hand. The lights flicker and strobe on the stage as the opening continues to play, rhythmic and angry. As the music pauses for a second, a symbol crash signaling for it, a silhouette appears at the entryway with the strobing light behind him, dropping out entirely as the pause lingers for just over a second.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Ahhhhh, mate!!!

It’s clear Lincoln is getting excited.

LINCOLN PHELPS: He’s here to answer his stupid brother!

As the reckless guitar plays again, combined with the rest of the aggressive instruments of the band, the lights on the stage turn on, casting Dickie Watson in the same green from the floor of the stage upwards, the lights from above strobing over the The Calamity as he surveys the crowd, a smirk upon his lips as he holds tightly to his championship. Gashes from his face from his match not three days ago are still visible and he walks with a slight pained expression on his face, but nevertheless, the Molotov of FIGHT! NYC smiles at the crowd. The FIGHT! NYC Empire Champion pauses as the St. Louis crowd cheers for him, and behind him walk his Tag Team Partner, Aiden Reynolds and Aiden’s girlfriend, Kallie Reznik. He raises the championship high into the air to a cheer risen from the audience.

♫ A SITUATION UNPLEASANTLY

YOU’RE STILL THE ONE MAKES ME FEEL THIS WAY

YOU PUSH AND PULL TO FEIGN YOUR TRUST IN ME

TIL MY DEPENDENCY BECAME YOUR GUN AGAINST ME ♫

Dickie doesn’t take his time after dropping the championship back down to his shoulder in heading for the ring. He crosses to one side, doing as he always has done and high-fiving a few select fans with a smile on his face, then doing the same to the opposite side, using both hands to do so. He shares a few, select words with them, pausing as one heckler decides to put down the Champion. He purses his lips, pointing at him, and then turns his finger around and flips off the heckler themselves with a wide smile.

NINA LAWRENCE: From London, England...he is the FIGHT! NYC Empire Champion ...”The Calamity”, DICKIE WAAAAAAAAATSSSSOOOOOOOOON!!!!!!

♫ STUCK IN YOUR CAGE LIKE AN ANIMAL

YOUR GREATEST PLEASURE MEANS I’M LOST IN HELL

YOU WANNA KEEP ME LOW

WANNA SEE ME BURN

BUT NOW IS THE TIME WHERE THE TABLES TURN ♫

Dickie moves towards the ring then, walking around the side with Aiden behind him and Kallie sliding into the ring. The duo of the Commonwealth both step through the ropes (albeit painfully for Dickie). Without hesitation, he moves swiftly onto grabbing the top rope and launching himself over it, landing smoothly in the center of the ring. He grins widely as he looks out on the crowd, almost as if it’s still a humbling experience to be standing in front of so many people week in and week out.

♫ YOU ALWAYS TOOK THE BEST OF ME

BUT I NEVER MEANT TO BE YOUR ENEMY

YOU JUST MADE ME LOOK LIKE FOOL

SO HUSH AND DON’T MAKE A SOUND

YOU’RE THE RABBIT

I’M THE COTTONMOUTH ♫

As Dickie surveys the audience, he adjusts the championship on his shoulder and Aiden reaches for a microphone. Kallie smiles, waving to a couple kids in the audience. Aiden hands Dickie the microphone. The Calamity pauses for a moment, before raising the microphone and looking out amongst the crowd.

DICKIE WATSON: I didn’t know if I would be speaking in front of any of you today. You see, on the last day of twenty-twenty-one, FIGHT! NYC held their final evening of Countdown. I was facing one Dane Preston in a violent match in a cage, just to prove a point. In those moments of that match…it was a time where I felt alive. Excited. I fought tooth and nail, and what did it get me?

He turns his head and looks at his championship on his shoulder, as the rumbling of the audience begins to rise to a cacophanous roar of excitement. The rest of the roster at FIGHT may hate Dickie, but he will always have the fans at his back. Even those of not his own company.

DICKIE WATSON: That’s right. I am now sitting at a hundred and seventy six days as the Empire Champion of FIGHT! NYC, and they have sent their best after me. I retained. I defended. I did what I needed to in order to succeed, and if people don’t like that, I’m sorry. I’m sorry that you can’t see the forest before the trees. I’m sorry you can’t see the grander picture. It’s not just about who or what I’ve done, it’s how I’ve done it. But I’m not here to talk about my accolades. And I’m not here to stage up Damian Ayla back there.

He tilts his chin in the direction of the backstage.

DICKIE WATSON: I know it bothered him last time. But from what I’ve been told, Pro Wrestling EXCELLENCE is the ground in which it is possible for multiple men and women from various promotions to prove their worth. Everyone and everything in wrestling is important, and they want to showcase that. I rather like the whole…invitational thing that Ayla really put out there, though. Bring in the best from outside this company and make all of it relevant again. Cool. Absolutely stellar, mates. But I have business to take care of.

He pauses, and then he looks up to the stage.

DICKIE WATSON: Annihilation.

Dickie recounts the early November show, where he was decimated in front of an audience in Canada by his own brother. The footage doesn’t play, but it doesn’t require it to be played. Behind him, Aiden crosses his arms over his bare chest (...because why wear a shirt in January?) and Kallie shakes her head. They both have severely disappointed faces.

DICKIE WATSON: Business. You see, a lot of people have come out of the woodwork on Twitter and mentioned how heinous Finn’s actions were. But this wasn’t something that was out of the blue. This…wasn’t something that came about as a shock to my system. My brother didn’t betray me, as some would believe. Some even came to my defense about this, and they didn’t get it.

He shakes his head.

DICKIE WATSON: And this isn’t me being gaslit either. This is me knowing what this was about because whether you think he’s an awful person or not, this is…my final test.

Aiden nods, closing his eyes. Mid-nod, he pauses, and then looks with Dickie with wide eyes.

AIDEN REYNOLDS (unaided): Mate, what the fuck–

Dickie’s eyes widen as well and he turns to look at him, shaking his head.

DICKIE WATSON: Nah, nah, nah, not like that. It’s not my final days in this sport, hell no. But. You know that thing that you’ve always had that knocks you down whenever you try to rise? That thing you try to fight all the time? It’s a feeling – you can do better than whatever they say you can, you can rise above the things that keep you down. Forever, I’ve wanted to prove that I wasn’t only as good as my sib…siblings…

AIDEN REYNOLDS (unaided): Cunt.

KALLIE REZNIK (unaided): Aiden!

AIDEN REYNOLDS (unaided): Wot!? She was.

Dickie pauses, raising his head upwards and tilting it back on his neck, shaking his head a little bit as the two argued. They stopped, and he continued.

DICKIE WATSON: …but that I was better than them. Look at my time in wrestling so far and you can see it for yourself. A lifetime of getting your shit kicked out of you and it takes you that long to get a prestigious title. Three years for another…

He shakes his head.

DICKIE WATSON: Families are prevalent in wrestling, and there is always going to be a time for a battle to be fought. And now? It’s our time.

Dickie opens his mouth to continue on, but is stopped by the sound of clapping. Finn stands at one of the entry points to the arena, and the spotlight falls upon him. He has a microphone tucked under his armpit of his Parkway Drive shirt and he’s clapping slowly. A rumble of a boo issues upwards. He grabs the microphone and raises it himself.

FINN WHELAN: I didn’t think you’d actually have it in you to come up here and actually make noise. Look at you, all grown up.

DICKIE WATSON: Well yeah, Finn. I don’t need to hide around in shadows like you.

The crowd oooooohs at that statement. Finn chuckles.

FINN WHELAN: Of course, how could I have not known. You were always quick to bite off someone’s head. I sometimes wish I were smarter about that, but…alas, you’ve bested me once.

DICKIE WATSON: Come off it.

FINN WHELAN: Right. Well. We’ve established now that you knew about what was coming. You didn’t know when, you didn’t know how, but you knew. And you’re right. Dickie Watson is right, everyone. For years, he’s been clamoring to say he’s better than everyone, and in some places…you’ve proven it. Over six months in both promotions now that you’ve frequented in the past two years, and you have everything to show for it. A shiny title, people who both love and hate you…but you don’t have what you want.

Dickie was silent, staring up at Finn as his face went blank.

FINN WHELAN: You don’t have a win over myself, nor do you truly have a win over–

DICKIE WATSON: Don’t.

FINN WHELAN: Now, I know you don’t give a shit about her. That’s fine. You don’t have to. For all intents and purposes, you’ll never need to. She’s yesterday’s news, she lost to a shitty wrestler and now she’s disappearing into the background like you did…but you. You still have something prove. And what better place to do that–

DICKIE WATSON: Than here.

The crowd goes nuts at that. A match between the siblings who never knew when to quit? A match between a champion and a former champion?

FINN WHELAN: No. Not tonight. I want you at your best, Dickie. I want you healed up. I want you to try proving you’re the best when we’re both at maximum status. I want you to sit there and tell me how much you want this…as you tap out to me. As I dislocate your shoulder. As I remove you from the premises. I want you to fight.

Dickie frowns.

FINN WHELAN: Not tonight. But…Magnificence…

A smile forms on Dickie’s face as Finn rolls his head on his shoulders and smiles beguilingly.

FINN WHELAN: I think we can make that work.

The crowd goes wild. Dickie walks over to ropes and leans on them, staring up at his brother at the top of the steps while he stands in the ring. The furthest apart they could seem, but still there.

DICKIE WATSON: I’ll be seeing you in February then.

The crowd continues to roar as cameras go to commercial, the image of Dickie pushing himself off the ropes and Finn smiling in two separate shots visible before going to black. 

NINA LAWRENCE: The following is a round one match of the EXCELLENCE INVITATIONAL and has a 20 minute time limit….introducing first.

The lights throughout the arena go out row, by row, by row, until the arena is shrouded in absolute darkness. The lights come on and Wraith is standing in the center of the ring — in unison, the crowd let out a heavy gasp. He tilts his head back and forth, eyeing the crowd, while waiting for the match to begin.

NINA LAWRENCE: Now coming to the ring, from Hartford Connecticut, standing 6’1 and weighing in at 210 pounds…he is WRAITH

"Aw fuck you can't even sing. Ya gotta sing to get some pussy.'

The opening of 'Shimmy Shimmy Ya' plays and after the quote from Richard Pryor 'The Comedian' emerges from gorilla, he looks around the arena a bit before walking to the ring with a spring in his step and an insufferable smirk on his face. He climbs up on the apron and motions to the ref to come over to him. He says something to the ref we can't hear over the music. The ref responds and Allen rolls his eyes and dismisses what the ref has to say with a wanking motion before entering through the middle and top ropes and having a bit of a stretch and throwing a few punches at the air before his music dies down.

NINA LAWRENCE: And his opponent, from Kansas City Missouri, standing 6’4 and weighing in at 315 pounds…THE COMEDIAN ALLEN CHANEY

GREYSON MARKS: This match interests me, Allen Chaney has taken issue with Damian Ayla outsourcing for opponents when in his mind PWE has enough contenders including himself…

LINCOLN PHELPS: Yo it has to burn him that my boy LCP got a title shot first, and it could end up being him as the champ and you better believe if it is this invitational gonna die..

GREYSON MARKS: Allen has been one of the best and consistent performers in that ring, and in a way he has a point, but he shouldn’t look passed this kid, he is the son of Tara Docherty also known as Tara Fenix…wrestling is in his blood…

LINCOLN PHELPS: His mom is hot….she has blue hair and I keep wonderin if the carpet matches the drapes…

GREYSON MARKS: I legitimately hate you…

DING DING DING!

Allen and Wraith move around one another, Allen just shakes his head and laughs at his younger, shorter opponent. Outweighing him by a hundred pounds. There is no easing into this as the two men explode into each other and a hockey fight breaks out, Wraith and Allen grabbing one another and throwing hard right hands over and over as the crowd right away gets into it. Allen turns his body and buries the side of his knee into Wraiths midsection doubling him over. Allen slams his forearm across the back of Wraith causing him to stumble forward toward the corner. Allen runs full pelt at Wraith and goes to splash him in the corner, Wraith moves at the last second and Allen crashes against the top turnbuckle holding his upper chest. He turns and Wraith hits a few hard kicks to Allens body sending him back to the corner. Wraith buries them hard into Allens chest and midsection before whipping Chaney across the ring, Wraith follows in and hits a stiff corner clothesline causing Allen to land on the mat and sit against the bottom turnbuckle.

GREYSON MARKS: What a fast start for these two. Allen went right at Wraith but the kid showed zero fear…

LINCOLN PHELPS: As you said wrestling is in his blood, he doesn’t back down and this will be a test.

Wraith backs up a bit and stomps around the ring, Allen reaches up and grabs the top rope on either side of the turnbuckle pulling himself to his feet as Wraith moves closer. Allen grabs Wraith by the head and tosses him into the corner slamming in hard punches to his body and then his head. Allen goes for another splash but Wraith again ducks, Allen stops himself from hitting the top turnbuckle, Wraith hits the ropes and Allen turns and jumps in the air catching Wraith with a Lou thesz press raining down hard right hands over and over before Wraith is able to push Allen off him, both men get to their feet and Wraith stumbles back to the ropes, Allen comes running in with a cactus clothesline sending them both flying over the ropes to the floor. Allen pulls himself up and stays on the attack pulling Wraith up too, he then runs Wraith back first into the ring apron before spinning him around and running him into the barricade before doing it to the ring apron again. Wraith holds his lower back and winces in pain as Allen grabs him by the head and runs him head first into the steel ring steps.

ALLEN CHANEY: I’m taking you to school now boy….

LINCOLN PHELPS: Allen being as heartwarming as ever…

GREYSON MARKS: He can only beat him IN the ring…

And sure enough Allen rolls Wraith back into the ring and follows, he measures the kid up and launches at him with a superkick, Wraith ducks it and goes to throw one of his own, Allen covers up, Wraith stops mid kick, changed levels and kicks Allen in the knee dropping him down, Wraith then hits a shining Wizard to the side of Allens head, he turns and dives on Allen for the cover hooking the outside leg.

ONE!

TWO!

Allen kicks out. Wraith sits up, he goes right on the attack pulling llen up and picking him up in a side suplex slamming Allen down, Wraith keeps his arms around Allens hips and pulls him up to hit a second one, then a third, he switches his positioning and grip to pop his hips and hit a german suplex sending Allen crashing onto the back of his head and neck. Allen looks to be out of it as Wraith pulls him to the center of the ring and locks in a fujiwara armbar, the pain wakes Allen up, he tries to grab the ropes, Wraith moves his hips around and pulls Allen to his back before snapping right into a cross armbar, Allen shakes his head, rolls over and stacks Wraith up, he then plants his feet, locks his hands together and lifts Wraith up while he’s still on his shoulder before slamming Wraith down to break up the hold.

GREYSON MARKS: Allen had to get out of that armbar, Wraith had it locked in and he was too far from the ropes…

LINCOLN PHELPS: Chaney showed great strength there..

GREYSON MARKS: This is the interesting part about this match, we have Wraith, who is hard hitting and technically sound especially with submissions and we have Allen Chaney, he’s big, strong and had surprising and sometimes shocking agility…

LINCOLN PHELPS: Oh yeah man fat boy can fly…

Chaney shakes out his arm and Wraith holds the back of his head, the two men get face to face and launch back into hard right hands over and over. Allen backs Wraith up into the ropes again, he whips Wraith across the ring and ducks, Wraith jumps over the top, Allen turns and hits an STO on Wraith, he pops up and moves to the corner, he climbs and smirks before flipping back with the moonsault he calls the WATCH THE FUNNY FAT FUCK FLY!. He crashes down on Wraith, Allen rolls around holding his stomach as the crowd oops at the impressive move. Allen crawls over and covers Wraith.

ONE!

TWO!

Wraith kicks out. Chaney holds his ribs and shakes his head looking up at the referee holding up three fingers. Chaney shakes his head and pulls himself up and pulls Wraith up with him holding Wraiths wrist, he goes for the short arm lariat he calls the set up, but as he pulls Wraith in the kid ducks under the shot and wraps himself around Allen locking in a sleeper from behind while on Allens back. Allen quickly walks backwards and throws his body against the corner sandwiching Wraith between him and the corner. Wraith lets go of the hold and Allen moves back before going to clothesline Wraith over the top rope again. Wraith ducks and pulls the rope down low bridging Allen to the floor. Wraith spins to one knee, looking down at Allen, he hits the ropes, gets up a head of steam and goes for a suicide dive. But Allen launches forward hitting a superkick to Wraith as he comes through the ropes.

LINCOLN PHELPS: What timing!. Allen connected with that and now Wraith looks out of it…

GREYSON MARKS: But Chaney needs to capitalise on this.

Allen slides back in the ring and Wraith crawls along the mat on all fours, Chaney goes for the Heckler control curb stomp but as he does Wraith moves out of the way, Chaney stomps the mat, Wraith goes for the lights out picking Allen up, Chaney kicks his legs and lands behind Wraith he hooks him up for the Punchline, Wraith flips over behind Allen as he lifts him, he spins Chaney around and goes for the Howling, Allen shoves Wraith forward, Wraith turns and blasts Allen with a Genocide kick! Chaney goes down, Wraith crawls over for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

Chaney kicks out, Wraith can’t believe it!. The fans go insane for this match as Wraith stares off in the distance. Wraith gets up, backing up to the corner Allen starts to stir and rolls over onto all fours, Wraith nods and laughs to himself before running forward and going for Chaney’s own curb stomp, Chaney moves out of the way like Wraith did, he hits a few hard jabs to Wraith and then the bionic elbow taking Wraith down. Wraith rolls closer to the ropes, Chaney runs over and hits a slingshot corner splash crashing down onto Wraith.

ONE!

TWO!

Wraith kicks out!

GREYSON MARKS: That was so close!

LINCOLN PHELPS: These two are beating the hell out of each other

Chaney looks exhausted, so does Wraith, the two men looking across the ring at each other as Wraith pulls himself up top. Allen fires off a right hand, Wraith fires one back, the two men throwing stiff shots back and forth as the crowd reacts, the punches moving harder and faster before erupting into a full blown fight just like when they started. Wraith hits a kick to Allen sending him back to create distance, Wraith goes to hit the howling again, Chaney shoves him off again, Allen hits a superkick, Wraith goes down and rolls over off his back on instinct, Allen goes for the heckler control again, Wraith moves, Allen turns and ducks the genocide kick, he goes for another superkick of his own, Wraith ducks it, Wraith hits the ropes, he jumps up and wraps his legs around Allens head locking in a standing triangle choke!. Allen runs forward and hits a buckle bomb on Wraith, both men go down.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Argh this match is insane

GREYSON MARKS: Someone needs to take control and go through here…there is one spot left in the invitational and only one of these men can take it!

Allen pulls himself up, Wraith holds the back of his neck, the crowd claps their hands when suddenly…the bell rings…

DING DING DING!

GREYSON MARKS: Wait..what?

NINA LAWRENCE: Ladies and Gentlemen the twenty minute time limit has EXPIRED…..this match has been ruled a draw!

The crowd boos, Allen shakes his head and yells at the timekeeper and Nina, Wraith holds the back of his neck covered in sweat. The referee and Allen argue but then MGK’s “Bad Motherfucker” hits and everyone looks up at the ramp as GM Charlie Jones makes her way out holding a microphone.

CHARLIE JONES: Allen.,.,Wraith….

Chaney starts yelling up the ramp at Charlie who puts her hand up.

CHARLIE JONES: Allen I understand but stop….you two just beat the hell out of one another trying to earn a shot at getting to the final of the Excellence invitational and truth be told I think you both deserve to be rewarded…so next week…you two will join the rest of the field who won their matches in the final…congratulations gentlemen…

“Bad Motherfucker” hits again as Charlie turns to head to the back leaving an exhausted Allen Chaney and Wraith in the ring. The camera cuts to commercial once more.

William Blake Mason is the last to make his entrance. He is alone. He wanted Xaria Linette to stay with her oldest nephew and keep him company. There’s a tiny look of concern on Brenna Gordon’s face. Angel, on the other hand, doesn’t give a damn. The second Blake’s in the ring, Angel charges after him with full-force knee strikes!

Ding, ding, ding!

After signaling the bell, the referee tries to break them up, but it’s Brenna who actually knocks Angel away from Blake. Angel refocuses her attention and attacks Brenna, the ladies falling into a brawl. Blake takes a moment to shake off Angel’s ambush, but he watches Brenna -- a woman who seems to know him through a third party -- and Angel go at it. Their fight is a vicious one!

LINCOLN PHELPS: See, Blake knows cat fights are hot!

GREYSON MARKS: Careful, Lincoln. Ms. Gordon and Miss Angel don’t consider themselves to be cats!

It’s a pretty even fight -- that is until Angel seizes Brenna with a hair pull mat slam! She transitions right into a single-arm stretch, causing Brenna to grimace with pain. Angel’s hold is broken by Blake coming in with a diving knee drop. He pulls Angel to her feet and lifts her up, landing the Greco-Roman backdrop. He’s quick to go for the pin, but Brenna’s there to interrupt the count. Blake rises to his feet, but Brenna meets him with a knee lift into a spinning leg sweep. Brenna follows up with a double footstomp, but Blake rolls out of the way and gets to his feet. A few words are exchanged between the two before Brenna goes for a mule kick, and while Blake evades it, he’s not prepared for the second one, staggering back. Brenna charges forward, but Blake uses her momentum against her and throws her into the corner. Before Brenna can react, Blake rushes in and connects with not one, not two, but THREE running high knees, followed by a bulldog! This combination is known as--

GREYSON MARKS: Mason’s Ambition!

LINCOLN PHELPS: I think Brenna-babe is going to feel that one in the morning! C’mon, Angel!

Blake covers Brenna and hooks the leg.

One!

Two!

FROM ABOVE, ANGEL LANDS “CRASH N’ BURN” ON THEM!

The double-knee attack hits the center of Blake’s back, the impact pressuring down on Brenna as well. Angel pulls Blake off of Brenna and goes for the cover.

One!

Two!

Blake kicks out!

With a scoff, Angel turns over and covers Brenna now.

One!

Two!

Brenna kicks out!

Angel shakes her head and takes advantage of the situation, beating on Blake and Brenna. Angel judo tosses Brenna out of the ring and focuses her attention on Blake. She mixes dirty tactics with martial art strikes, chaining them together with her speed. Angel’s assault isolates Blake in one of the corners of the ring. On the opposite corner, however, Brenna’s climbing the turnbuckles. Angel charges forward and hits Blake with “Seeing Stars” (V-Trigger Knee Strike)!

GREYSON MARKS: Well, Mr. Mason will be Seeing Stars after that one!

LINCOLN PHELPS: …Wow, Greyson. WOW. REALLY?! God damned puns! Watch out, Angel!

After Mason falls forward onto the mat, Angel laughs aloud and turns around -- only to be hit with Gordon’s “Slip the Skin” (Torbellino)! Gordon turns Angel over and goes for the cover.

One!

Two!

Thr-- Angel kicks out!

LINCOLN PHELPS: Phew, that was close!


GREYSON MARKS: In these kinds of matches, you need eyes in the back of your head.

With Angel slowly recuperating, Gordon focuses her attention on Mason who’s starting to get up. Gordon hits Mason with a couple of jabs, but Mason suddenly retaliates with a couple of strikes of his own. They go back-and-forth with stiff shots until Mason feigns a palm strike and hits Gordon with a kick to the midsection. He then lifts Gordon up and drapes her on the top rope, delivering his “Declaration of Intent” (Rope-Hung DDT)! The fans have been loving the action, a mixture of cheers as Mason goes for the cover.

One!

Two!

Thr-- Gordon kicks out!

There’s a slight show of frustration on Mason’s face, but he stays in control. He pulls Gordon up and throws her over the top rope and out of the ring. When he turns around, Angel comes from nowhere and delivers a low blow -- but Mason seems unaffected!? Angel looks up as Mason lightly taps the side of his head to mark his intelligence.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Oh, great! He’s wearing a cup!

GREYSON MARKS: As a man, I find that to be a relief.

Angel’s in disbelief! She tries to go for an eye rake, but Mason sidesteps it and grabs ahold of Angel’s arm. He sends her towards the ropes with an Irish whip, and while she attempts “Go to Hell” (Sparta Kick to the Face), Mason ducks underneath it and counters with his best friend’s “Rain-BOOM!” (KENTA’S Busaiku Knee Strike)! Angel falls onto the mat with a THUD and Mason doesn’t hesitate. He lifts Angel up into a precarious position, driving her back onto the mat head-first with “Thanks For Coming” (Texas Piledriver)!

GREYSON MARKS: Thanks For Coming, Angel!

LINCOLN PHELPS: This is bullshit!

Before Mason can go for the cover, however, Gordon comes in out of nowhere and knocks him away with a missile dropkick! Mason’s forced away, allowing Gordon to cover Angel instead!

ONE!

TWO!

Mason tries to break it up, but--

THREE!

--he’s just a split second too late!!

DING, DING, DING!

WINNER BY PINFALL: BRENNA GORDON

GREYSON MARKS: WOW! I didn’t expect that!

LINCOLN PHELPS: Neither did I! Brenna Gordon stole William Mason’s win!

“Under Your Spell” by the Birthday Massacre plays from the PA system. There’s a mixture of cheers and boos from the fans; some of them aren’t sure what to make of this shocking end. Mason is clearly pissed off, slamming his fist down on the mat. He rolls out of the ring, not even looking back as the referee helps Gordon to her feet. Her hand is raised in a victory that the Modern-Day God is disgusted by. Even though he’s not looking back, Gordon’s eyes focus on Mason with the slightest narrow. Slowly, Angel rolls out of the ring, shaken up and simply angry. Perhaps this is just the beginning of something between the three?

LINCOLN PHELPS: Two more matches, and I can hardly believe that the last one is our Excellence Championship. We’ve had great matches tonight, and I expect for everyone to do fabulously going into the next couple of shows. But did you realize, Greyson, where we’re at?

GREYSON MARKS: One show, and then the big one.

LINCOLN PHELPS: THE BIG ONE! The one that this one is leading up to. The one where we’re going to see some crazy matches! And here to join us tonight is Ophelia Knight. Unfortunately, she cannot be with us here tonight at ringside, but we’ve got her locked and loaded and ready…to…

He raises his hand, and opens it just as “Obey” by Bring Me the Horizon feat. Yungblud plays. The crowd cheers as upon the large screen, the owner and propreitor of Pro Wrestling EXCELLENCE appears. Ophelia Knight seems to be showing from her home in Orlando, Florida. She sits properly upon her white leather couch, her ankles crossed and upon her lips laid a smile.

OPHELIA KNIGHT: I’m sorry I’m not able to be with you all tonight, St. Louis. I have some grave matters that I needed to attend to. However…that doesn’t mean that we will not be revealing some of our matches that are going to happen at Magnificence.

The crowd cheers again, and Ophelia nods, her smile still upon her lips.

OPHELIA KNIGHT: A few matches have come to fruition tonight. Charlie informed me of Kayla Richards’ continued interference within Betsy Granger’s match. I know that we had it last time, but we will be finally closing this chapter with Betsy and Kayla at Magnificence. I do feel that these two women will either need to put up, or shut up. Finally.

She chuckles a little bit, and continues on.

OPHELIA KNIGHT: Next, I had a chat with FIGHT! NYC executives. I am very sorry for the building damage, and I hope that it can be repaired hopefully. However, it seems we have a need to borrow their Empire Champion. After the events of Annihilation, it is imperative that we settle this sibling rivalry at Magnificence. Finn Whelan will face Dickie Watson in a No Disqualification Street Fight at the request of the FIGHT! Champion. This will, absolutely, be a fight that none will want to miss.

Another cheer, and she pauses, waiting for it to die down.

OPHELIA KNIGHT: We have a requested match from outside of the company. As always, one of the most important things that I have tried to create with Pro Wrestling EXCELLENCE is that outside competition…is good competition, no matter who it is or what they’ve done. Whisper, a tried and true veteran within the wrestling world, requested a place to shut down a very ostentatious competitor in Travis Blake. We have granted that match and will have it at Magnificence.

A lower rumble, just because they’re not as known anymore, but nevertheless is given a nod.

OPHELIA KNIGHT: Tara Ayla won the Impulse Championship Contendership back at Annihilation. Zoey Madigan-Star, though embroiled within her own war with Xaria Linette, will face off against Zoey. The stipulation has not been chosen, but will be as of next week.

Another cheer, especially for the Excellence Champion’s wife despite her status against most people.

OPHELIA KNIGHT: We will, also, of course, be holding the Excellence Championship match with the winner of the Invitational that we have had such an amazing turn out with tonight. With Allen Chaney, Wraith, Chris Page, Vhodka Black, Nathaniel Dixon and Ernie Spencer competing next week in a fatal six-way match that will determine the contender against either…Lewis Chad Pinkston…

The crowd screams for the rookie wrestler.

OPHELIA KNIGHT: Or the current champion, Damian Ayla, if he retains tonight. You never know, everything is a surprise in this company.

Another cheer for the match, not necessarily for the violent champion of Excellence.

OPHELIA KNIGHT: The last announcement, for the current moment and time, is the headlining match. We will be holding a rumble at Magnificence. Twenty people will participate in an over the top rope elimination rumble. As always, we will be accepting competitors from outside the company. However, everyone that is not booked on the card otherwise will be fighting in this match. You will need to contact us and sign up in order to partcipate in the rumble. We will see you all in Tijuana, Mexico on the seventh of February at the Arena Mexico.

She smiles once more as the crowd continues to cheer for this.

OPHELIA KNIGHT: That’s all for now. Please continue to enjoy your night tonight. Welcome to the New Year!

DING DING DING!

As the bell rings, the two women instantly go into defensive mode. They aren’t going to be caught with their guard down while a dangerous opponent was across the ring from them. The pair with their arms up, circled one another, quick stepping. La Andalucera is naturally faster, so she seems to lead as Beth reacts. Andalucera runs forward but rolls under Beth and into a sprint. She bounds off the ropes, ducking under Beth’s right arm this time. She had dodged two more of Beth’s strikes, aiming to wear her out, when she was suddenly caught with a spinning side slam that knocks the wind out of her.

LINCOLN PHELPS: WOOO alright, cool. Was hopping we’d slow this down!

La Andalucera rolls over to the corner to catch her breath, as Beth gathers her own after such a quick offense. Together they rush forward, Beth rushing into a closeline that Anda manages to avoid with a backbend. She catches Acid with a rolling leg drop, and keeps the momentum by hitting the ropes and nailing a somersault legdrop to a downed Beth. Grabbing Beth by the arm, she yanks her up and into the corner. Anda runs and leaps into a poetry in motion – but is caught by Acid Beth into a pumphandle drop that sees La Andalucera’s head bounce of the canvas!

GREYSON MARKS: Excellent counter from Acid Beth there, she was easily falling prey to La Andalucera.

They both top their feet at the same time, Beth planting a missile dropkick to La Andalucera’s chest. La Anda stumbles back and would’ve fallen if not for the ropes behind her, which she uses to bound back into a huricanranna! She swings her legs to the side, causing Beth to go head first into the turnbuckle post. As Beth stumbles out of the corner, she walks into an arm wrench from Andalucera that becomes a la magistral cradle.

ONE

TWO

LINCOLN PHELPS: “Gonna have to try harder than that!”

Beth kicks out and rolls to her feet, before landing a thrust kick to a still kneeling Anda. Andalucera uses the force to roll through and onto her feet, the two now back-to-back. Acid spins backwards into a high kick, which Andalucera ducks and spins! The two come face-to-face now, and have a split second before Beth headbutts Anda! She falls back into the turnbuckle, kipping up and springboarding into a high knee. The impact echoes through the arena but Beth refuses to leave her feet. Anda immediately hits the ropes into another springboard, this time for a huge springboard moonsault DDT! She hooks the leg.

GREYSON MARKS: Ouch! How’s that for harder, Lincoln!

ONE

TWO

THR--

Andalucera doesn’t look the happiest, beginning to feel a bit winded. As Beth fights to her feet, Andalucera lands a kick to the midsection, followed by a tilt-a-whirl arm drag. She holds onto Beth’s arm, performing a second arm drag that caps with a double knee arm breaker.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Looks like La Andalucera is adopting a new strategy here.

GREYSON MARKS: Smart but let’s see how far it goes.

Beth fights to her feet with any energy she has left, when Andalucera spins her around. She hops up onto Beth’s shoulders from behind, leaning back in hopes of Reina Gitana (reverse hurricanrana) but Beth latches onto her legs, refusing to go down. Instead, Andalucera hangs there upside down. Beth yells out, using her strength to pull La Andalucera back up to her shoulders into the electric chair position. From there she thrusts Anda forward – catching around the waist and planting her with a german suplex that gets a roar from the crowd!

Andalucera rolls under the bottom rope and to the apron, where she uses the ropes to get to her feet. Beth reaches through, kicking Anda in the gut. She takes Andalucera by the head, thrusting her into the turnbuckle face first! La Andalucera holds sees stars, and leans back as if she’s about to fall off the apron, but holds onto the turnbuckle for dear life. Acid Beth climbs onto the second rope reaching over to La Andalucera and hooking her arm over her shoulder. After a couple clubbing fists, Beth liiiiifts Andalucera over the turnbuckle and back into the ring. However, as they’re falling, Acid transitions the suplex into a sitout piledriver! The impact scatters their bodies across the ring! Acid slowly crawls over and goes for the pin!

ONE

TWO

THR-

LINCOLN PHELPS: Wow! I thought that was it right there!

Both women roll away from one another in hopes of catching their breath as the place is on their feet. Beth didn’t learn her lesson earlier in the match, leaping into a higher closeline this time. This, too, doesn’t work. This time Andalucera catches her arm, locking in an arm wrench. She jumps into a double knee drop while still keeping hold of the lock. Beth yells out in pain! Anda releases the hold, but leaps up with speed into a double foot stomp!

GREYSON MARKS: Andalucera going back to that arm now.

She allows Acid Beth to her feet, before rushing her. Beth tries to counter, lifting Andalucera into a spinning spinebuster. But her arm has taken too much damage, and Andalucera slips on one side. This causes her to let go of Anda, looking like Beth is giving Andalucera a spinebuster onto the ropes. As such, Andalucera bounces off the top rope – up and over Acid Beth – into a sunset flip that catches MASSIVE air and SLAMS Beth back to the canvas! Anda holds for the pin.

LINCOLN PHELPS: The sound of that sunset flip smack just about ruptured my eardrum!

ONE

TWO

Beth somehow powers out of the pin! She rolls to the outside of the ring, clutching onto her arm that has been targeted by Andalucera. Anda launches herself up and over the top rope and to the outside…but Acid Beth turns and nails her with a forearm! Andalucera’s body crumbles to the outside as the referee continues to count. Beth picks her up into a fireman’s carry position, setting her down near the steel steps just to immediately pick her back up into a Dosed (Storm One) onto the steps!

GREYSON MARKS: These ladies are getting brutal out there!

Beth’s hurt arm also collides with the steel steps, and she spends the first few seconds clutching her arm in pain, but Andalucera looks out. Beth eventually rolls Anda into the ring, and follows behind, rolling herself on top for a pin.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Come on that is gotta be the final straw there…

ONE

TWO

GREYSON MARKS: NOT YET!

Even PWE fans that find Andalucera less than favorable can’t help but yell out in excitement at the willpower being displayed! Slowly, they push to their feet, gazing at each other across the ring. They take a moment to look out at the crowd of Victory VII, chanting and cheering as loud as they can. Acid Beth lunges forward, chopping Anda in the chest. She reels back, before returning a chop to Beth. Beth smiles, answering back with another chop. Then a second from Andalucera to even it up!

Beth goes for a third chop, rocking Anda back a little. She grabs Andalucera’s arm and brings her in for the LSDDT (Hammerlock DDT)!

ONE

TWO

THREE!!

WINNER BY PINFALL: ACID BETH

NINA LAWRENCE: The following match is for the PRO WRESTLING EXCELLENCE CHAMPIONSHIP and is our MAIN EVENT of the evening. Introducing first…

"Hated the most, so I keep my haters close
Let 'em know I want the smoke, so much bread I gotta boast
This burner turn you into toast"

Lewis walks out from behind the curtain, smile wider than the Grand Caynon. Bopping along with the song as he interacts with the fans down the ramp.

Once he gets to the ring Lewis slides under the bottom rope and walks to a corner and jumps up and sits down on the top turnbuckle and waits for the bell to ring.

NINA LAWRENCE: The challenger!.....standing 6’2 and weighing 195 pounds….LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON!

"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. 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. Damian Ayla stands on the stage, a black coat resting on his shoulders, adorned with raven feathers. In his hand, he clutches the grand prize of the company, holding a death grip on it as his hollow, charcoal eyes meets the camera lens. The view moves behind him, getting a fascinating view of the champion amidst his subjects with a quiet hostility seeping from every pore in his body. With one step, he begins his march down to the ring.

NINA LAWRENCE: And his opponent...hailing from Silent Hill, Maine...weighing in at 243 pounds...he is the REIGNING AND DEFENDING PRO WRESTLING EXCELLENCE CHAMPION...HE IS THE GODSLAYING BEAST...THE ARCHETYPE OF VIOLENCE...HE IS DAMIAN AYLA!

The Godslaying Beast's walk down the ramp is somber, not a single step is taken at any pace faster than one would carrying a casket. His stony expression remains that way as he feels the eyes on him. The audience fails to boo him as he brings everyone into the atmosphere he carried. Once he reaches the ramp, he stares down at the championship in his hand, giving a longing look before he heads towards the steel steps. Once there, he holds the strap of his title in both hands, allowing stagehands to peel the heavy, black coat off his shoulders. He flexes his shoulders, taking in the chill that now greets him. As he walks up the ring steps, he grazes the ropes with his fingertips before turning his back to them. Damian closes his eyes and lifts his head as the lights in the arena grow brighter. The melancholic shades lift into vibrant, but still ever dark tones. Damian then enters the ring.

As he steps in, he commands the ring with each foot placed before the other. He moves close to his corner, where he throws his championship over his shoulder. He takes a deep breath before looking over his shoulder at his opponent and forces his body to follow. In the full splendor of light, the Pro Wrestling Excellence Champion invites those around him to gaze upon him. His eyes close again, this time focusing all his internal processes towards the upcoming battle. When they open, they glisten with lively scorn, and the Archetype of Violence waits for the formalities to end. Soon enough, Mili's voice naturally fades. The world soon returns to normal.

GREYSON MARKS: I cannot believe that LCP talked his way into an Excellence title match

LINCOLN PHELPS: What you mean? He’s awesome and deserves this match

DING DING DING!

LCP and Damian stare across the ring at one another. Damian tilts his head and his nostrils flare. LCP just smiles in his usual smart assed shit eating way. Damian steps in and holds his hands up for a collar and elbow to initiate the match. LCP quickly dodges to the left and moves around the outside of the ring as Damian follows trying to get a hold of him. LCP pivots and tries to turn the other direction. But Damian cuts him off, LCP slides down and under the bottom rope to the floor. Damian narrows his eyes and LCP puts his hands up with a smirk. The plan clearly being to frustrate the world champion. The referee tells LCP to get into the ring. LCP shakes his head so, the referee counts

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

LCP shakes his head again and folds his arms stubbornly. Damian backs up away from the ropes to give LCP some room to get back in.

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

SEVEN!

At this point Damian points to LCP and then the ring.

EIGHT!

NINE!

LCP slides back in the ring, Damian steps forward and tries to grab him but LCP slides back out right away breaking and restarting the count.

GREYSON MARKS: Is LCP running? What is this?, this is supposed to be a goddamn Excellence title match.

LINCOLN PHELPS: This is pure strategy….LCP is a genius…

GREYSON MARKS: HOW?

The referee moves to the ropes and shakes his head.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

LCP leans on the barricade looking at his fingernails before rubbing it on his ring gear. Damian snarls and is clearly getting more and more furious wanting to beat the hell out of LCP.

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

Damian slides from the ring going after LCP, who smirks and takes off around the ring, he turns and moves around the corner, Damian follows, LCP trips and falls before crawling up the steps.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

Damian goes to follow, LCP slides back across the apron and as Damian walks up the steps LCP kicks them, they move away from the ring post and Damians leg gets caught between the post and the steps. He can’t move!

FIVE!

SIX!

SEVEN!

LCP smiles and starts to celebrate running back and forth across the apron before stopping and flipping off Damian.

EIGHT!

NINE!

Damian grabs LCP by the middle fingers and pulls LCP off the apron to the floor breaking the count!. LCP shakes his head and starts slamming his fist on the outside.

GREYSON MARKS: …LCP does know that he can’t win the Excellence title by count out right?

LINCOLN PHELPS: It’s not about the title it’s about the win, you wouldn’t understand, it’s a FUCKBOIZ4LYFE thing…

GREYSON MARKS: …who doesn’t want to be a champion though?

LINCOLN PHELPS: It’sd about proving a point, LCP is operating on a higher level…

Damian grabs a hold of the steps, he throws them sideways and LCP looks around before turning and sliding back into the ring, Damian goes after him, LCP turns and jumps on Damian, he hits him over and over swarming the champion. Right hands hitting the back of Damian over and over before LCP stands up and starts to stomp him down. Kick after kick after kick. LCP backs up and measures Damian up to try and hit him with something big, Damian pulls himself up, LCP hits the chronic kick enzuguri!. Damian goes down and LCP jumps on his body.

ONE!

TWO!

Damian kicks out, LCP looks around frantically, he moves to the corner and starts to climb up calling for his really really shitty moonsault, he goes for flip back, Damian holds his knees up and LCP crashes onto them. He holds his ribs as Damian shakes his head and gets to his feet, clearly furious at the tactics LCP has been using. LCP holds his ribs and looks up at Damian who pulls LCP up and shoves him into the corner, slamming his right hand in over and over again with rights and lefts. Damian then turns and pulls LCP back to him and hits a vicious saito suplex planting LCP down. Domain pops up and circles around LCP who looks out of it, now clearly affected by the suplex. LCP stumbles to his feet and Damian blasts him with the discuss elbow!. LCP falls to the mat, Damian slides down and rolls LCP over.

ONE!

TWO!

LCP kicks out! The crowd pops and Damian shakes his head.

LINCOLN PHELPS: LCP LIVES!

GREYSON MARKS: Does he though?

Damian pulls LCP up holding LCP’s arm for the heavens divide. He spins LCP and goes for the lariat, LCP ducks under it and hits the ropes, he jumps up and hits the chronic kick again! Damian falls and lands in the corner, LCP looks around he backs up and runs across the ring hitting the Bustin a nut! He bounces up and down on Damian before jumping off and walking around the ring getting the crowd riled up.

LINCOLN PHELPS: YO MAH BOI LCP BUSTIN A NUT ALL OVER DAMIANS CHEST

GREYSON MARKS: I….you…this….that wasn’t technically wrong…but….it feels like it is…

Damian holds his chest and gets up, he moves toward LCP who grabs Damian and trips himself as well as Damian with an STO, LCP then hooks his arm around Damian and tries to lock in the anaconda vice, he comes closer than he ever had, twisting his arm around to get it, looking so close yet, Damian stops him, sitting up and pulling his arm away to sit up and shove LCP back, LCP pops up grabs Damian and goes for the Placentia Raised, Damian though blocks it, shoves LCP forward and LCOP hits the ropes, turns and Damian kicks him in the stomach before picking LCP up and crashing him down with the STARKILLER DRIVER!. LCP is out of it and Damian covers.

ONE!

TWO!

LCP kicks out, Damian shakes his head looking down at LCP who reaches up and his arm drops

GREYSON MARKS: I respect what LCP is trying to do, he has shown he has heart and is alot smarter than we give him credit for. But…this….this is bad…LCP needs to stop.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Yeah I…this has been fun and games but now…Damian is just being himself and Damian is a scary champion…LCP just needs to stay down man..before he gets hurt.

Damian pulls LCP up, he hits him with a knee to the side and picks LCP up, slamming him down into a snap powerbomb, Damian turns LCP around into a boston crab. LCP reaches for the ropes refusing to tap, he crawls across the ring and gets there reaching out and grabbing the bottom rope. Damian turns, sees LCP’s fingers wrapped around the bottom rope and shakes his head, he then steps forward and kicks LCP’s fingers that are wrapped around the bottom rope. LCP holds his hand and sits back, Damian reaches down, grabs LCP’s wrist and forces his hand open grabbing his fingers and doing the snap motion. The crowd reacts and loos as LCP holds his hand and crawls away from Damian clearly in a tremendous amount of pain.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Man that hurt MY fingers…

GREYSON MARKS: Damian Ayla is an expert and grabbing body parts and breaking them down, using his environment and his mind as weapons…

LINCOLN PHELPS: Yeah but look at LCP, the dude is overmatched. Really badly. But he’s still in there, he hasn’t given up….

Damian stalks LCP who slides back on his ass across the ring, he grabs the ropes and tries to pull himself out of the ring, Damian grabs LCPs legs and tries to pull him away from the ropes back into the ring, LCP kicks his legs and shakes his head, he then pulls his legs backwards, Damian stumbled forward hitting his throat on the top rope! Damian holds his neck and steps back, LCP looks around realising now is his chance, he runs up to Damian who has turned away from him, grabbing Damians by the arm and spinning him…

The wrong way…

Into a ripcord knee!, the knee connects but the fact Damians arm was in the way having being spun the wrong direction it didn’t cause as much damage, Damian stays upright, still a little out of it with the shot. LCP runs Damian into the corner, he lifts him onto the second rope and runs around the ring hitting his helluva kick sending Damian over the top rope to the floor! LCP bounces on the balls of his feet, he hits the ropes over and over picking up momentum before throwing himself through the ropes actually hitting the cardio blast!. Damian flies back into the barricade. LCP looks shocked he hit it, he abandons his plan to let Damian get counted out and pulls Damian up sliding him into the ring before jumping on Damian.

ONE!

TWO!

Damian kicks out.

GREYSON MARKS: LCP almost had him!...can you believe it? All this because LCP fluked into hurting Damians throat

LINCOLN PHELPS: Sometimes it;’s better to be lucky than skilled Greyson!

LCP drags Damian toward the corner and calls for his moonsault again, but he wastes too much time, Damian gets to his feet as LCP climbs to the top, Damian follows and wraps his arm under LCP’s throat locking him in a sleeper as they both stand on the second rope, Damian then throws LCP back hitting a sleeper suplex, he keeps the sleeper locked in and stands up pulling LCP up violently with the Daytime hanging!. LCP struggles, reaches to the ropes but can’t get there, his arm slowly shakes and drops causing the referee to call for the bell!. Damian drops LCP and breathes deep stepping away.

DING DING DING!

NINA LAWRENCE: Here is your winner…via technical knock out…ANNNNNNNND STILLLLLL PWE EXCELLENCE CHAMPION….DAMIAN AYYYYYLA!!!!

GREYSON MARKS: Damian is still the champion…but that was surprising…

LINCOLN PHELPS: Yo my boy he….he did himself proud but Damian Ayla is a beast…