VICTORY [XI] | THE UPSIDE DOWN

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VICTORY XI

THE UPSIDE DOWN

01 AUGUST 2022

LIVE FROM THE HOUSE OF BLUES: ORLANDO @ DISNEY SPRINGS IN ORLANDO, FLORIDA | 10:00 MDT

ROLEPLAY DEADLINES

THURSDAY, 28 JULY 2022 @ 11:59 PM MOUNTAIN DISTRICT TIME

FRIDAY, 29 JULY 2022 @1:59 AM ;EASTERN STANDARD TIME

FRIDAY, 29 JULY 2022 @  6:59 AM BRITISH SUMMER TIME

FRIDAY, 29 JULY 2022 @ 3:59 PM AUSTRALIAN EASTERN STANDARD TIME

SEGMENT DEADLINES

SUNDAY, 31 JULY 2022 @ 9:59 PM MOUNTAIN DISTRICT TIME

MONDAY, 1 AUGUST 2022 @ 11:59 AM EASTERN STANDARD TIME

MONDAY, 1 AUGUST 2022 @ 4:00 AM BRITISH SUMMER TIME

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

ROLEPLAY LIMIT

REFER TO CARD SPECIFICS FOR YOUR LIMITS

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MAIN EVENT

EXCELLENCE GAUNTLET*

KANNA VERGER [1] vs ISAAK OTTO [2] vs KLAYTON KROSS [3] vs ALLEN CHANEY [4]

WINNER TAKES EXCELLENCE CHAMPIONSHIP
5,000 WORDS MAX

CO-HEADLINER

THE BITCH LIST MATCH

LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON vs DANE PRESTON

5,000 WORDS MAX

CO-HEADLINER

WOLFCREEK DEATHMATCH**
DICKIE WATSON vs KASEY KASH

5,000 WORDS MAX

MATCH FOUR

OVER THE TOP ROPE ELIMINATION
SAVANNAH SUNSHINE vs PAUL MONTUORI vs MALADI vs JASON LONG vs WRAITH vs BERYL WEIR

EXCELLENCE EXHIBITION ***
5,000 WORDS MAX

MATCH THREE

IMUPLSE IRONMAN MATCH
EMILY WILLIAMS vs JENSEN LANE vs JURGEN KAISER vs BRANDON HENDRIX vs ANGEL vs JOE MONTUORI vs BETSY GRANGER

WINNER TAKES IMPULSE CHAMPIONSHIP
4,000 WORDS MAX

MATCH TWO

FIRST BLOOD
ELLIE QUINN © vs CHELSEA SKYE

2,000 WORDS MAX

OPENING MATCH

OVER THE TOP ROPE ELIMINATION
LACHLAN KANE vs NOAH ORTEGA vs VICTORIA LYONS vs ENIGMA vs PEACH DILLINGER vs MIA CASTILLO vs SABINA SAINTE

VICTORY EXHIBITION ***
2,000 WORDS MAX

* EXCELLENCE GAUNTLET: COMPETITORS FACE EACH OTHER ON A 1v1 BASIS. COMPETITORS 1 AND 2 BEGIN, AND WHOMEVER SUBMITS OR PINS THEIR OPPONENT WILL MOVE ONTO THE NEXT ROUND WHERE THE NEXT COMPETITOR BRACKETED WILL CONTINUE THE MATCH. ALLEN CHANEY EARNED THE FINAL SPOT DUE TO BEING CONTENDER TO THE PREVIOUS CHAMPION'S TITLE

** WOLFCREEK DEATHMATCH: A SPECIALTY MATCH CREATED BY KASEY KASH'S FATHER. THERE IS NO CANVAS, STEEL CHAIN RING ROPES, AND FOUR GLASS TABLES SURROUNDING THE RING. THE ONLY WAY TO WIN THE MATCH IS TO SCORE A PINFALL W/ A TEN COUNT ATTACHED

*** EXHIBITION MATCHES: WILL NOT COUNT TOWARDS LOSSES, BUT WINS WILL BE COUNTED

#MADEOFEXCELLENCE

A little less than the usual extravagant light show that used to be provided in the bigger arena, but nevertheless, thrilling go off in the House of Blues: Orlando, located right in the heart of Disney Springs as “Glitch” by Parkway Drive sears across the speakers. The season two premiere of VICTORY absolutely deserves it as the crowd is visible on both floors, looking upon the ring in the middle of the room. The camera pans some of the signs visible to the area.

#FOREVERVIOLENCE

WHERE IS VHODKA?!

HAVE A GREAT VIOLENCE BABY, TARA!

SEASON TWO!!

VIOLENTEST PLACE IN THE WORLD NOW!

YOU KNOW ME IT’S LCP

OLLIEKINS!

The cameras pan over to where Greyson Marks and Lincoln Phelps are seated, surrounded by fans, yet just off to the side of the ring. Greyson, as always, appears dapper in his tailored gray suit with a teal tie, holding a pen in his hand. Lincoln, however, is basking in fans presence, a red solo cup in hand as he bobs his head with the crowd to the beat of the song.

Greyson chucks his pen at the back of Lincoln’s head, and Lincoln immediately turns around, dropping into his chair.

GREYSON MARKS: Welcome to the Season Two premiere of VICTORY! When Ophelia closed us down back in March, we weren’t sure that we would be back, but she ensured that it was only a hiatus with some…changes to be made.

LINCOLN PHELPS: You would think there would be more kids in this crowd…

Phelps’ cockney accent is harsh against the microphone, but nevertheless, the correct amount of contrast to Greyson’s midwestern American one.

GREYSON MARKS: We’re now in an 18+ venue, Lincoln.

LINCOLN PHELPS: That’s right. Blood, guts, and gore right in the Happiest Place on Earth! We’ve basically moved to Disney World.

Greyson shakes his head for a moment as Lincoln appears pretty pleased at that fact. Hell, he’s even wearing Licensed Disney Park Mickey Mouse Ears.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Badass! I’m Lincoln Phelps.

GREYSON MARKS: And I’m Greyson Marks, and do we have a show for you!

LINCOLN PHELPS: That’s right, that’s right! Though it’s unfortunate that there’s a miniscule change to the card.

GREYSON MARKS: Congratulations to Kasey Kash for winning the NFW Championship. However, due to this, he is unable to compete against Dickie Watson. I was interested in this match, but we’ll hopefully be able to hold it at another time!

LINCOLN PHELPS: Otherwise, we’ve got a good few exhibitions this morning that are bound to be fuckin’ fabulous.

GREYSON MARKS: The Victory Exhibition Match will start us off. In an homage to the beginning of last year, tonight’s matches will not count as losses on the records of these fine competitors, but the winner will certainly move forward with options and a nice addition in their category. Lachlan Kane takes on new competitors in Noah Ortega, Victoria Lyons, ENIGMA, and the Socialite Society – Peach Dillinger, Mia Castillo, and Sabina Sainte!

LINCOLN PHELPS: Keeping the division on display, the Victory Championship will be on the line when Ellie Quinn faces Chelsea Skye – will Chelsea get her Excel– I mean, Victory Championship?!

GREYSON MARKS: That wasn’t smooth.

LINCOLN PHELPS: You’re not smooth.

They look at each other. Really, they should have their own match.

GREYSON MARKS: In our third match, we decide the Impulse Championship after Tara Ayla had to vacate it due to pregnancy – although, Tara, you’re always in our hearts. In an Iron Man match, we’ll see Emily Williams, Jensen Lane, Jurgen Kaiser, Brandon Hendrix, Angel, Joe Montuori and Betsy Granger will try to get multiple pins in this match to obtain the vacated Impulse Championship!

LINCOLN PHELPS: After that, it’s another Exhibition, where our Excellence Division will face each other in another chance to show off their wrestling prowess! Savanna Sunshine, Paul Montuori–wait

GREYSON MARKS: Yes, Phelps. They’re brothers.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Invasion of siblings, goddammn…anyway, those guys, Maladi, Wraith, Beryl Weir and Jason Long all will meet in the ring in another over the top elimination match!

GREYSON MARKS: And last? It’s our Excellence Championship match to determine who will take the vacant championship vacated by Vhodka Black. In a move over the hiatus, Vhodka announced that she was not returning to Pro Wrestling EXCELLENCE, and while we’re disappointed, we will always wish her the best.

LINCOLN PHELPS: But we can’t have a championship stay vacant for long. In impressive moments, Kanna Verger and Issak Otto impressed the higher ups. Klayton Kross is a staple of this company, forever. And Allen? Allen defeated twenty-nine other men and women for his chance at the Championship that eluded him since the beginning of our tenure…and the champion that elude him, Damian Ayla. Now, with Vhodka gone, he has that opportunity laying out for him to take. He is the fourth entrant of that match, and he is determined to fight.

GREYSON MARKS: All this and MORE. Tonight. On VICTORY!

The scene goes to the backstage area where Ophelia Knight is standing with one of the producers of the show, checking over a list that they have in their hands. She has Ollie in her arms, with his BITCHES LOVE COLLARS collar shining proudly on his neck. His purrs are semi-audible. The producer, as Ophelia is nodding and asking a question, reaches out to pet his head, but he gets his hand smacked by the cat sharply along with a hiss.

Ophelia looks down at him, shakes her head, and then continues on.

OPHELIA KNIGHT: Okay, so if we move this here…[/font]

PRODUCER: Yeah, that should–

?: OPHELIA!!!

The voice of a man comes off screen, and as they approach, it’s clear that the man holds himself in high regard, as he looks like he’s wearing a Gucci suit. Behind him, dressed in her ring attire, is Peach Dillinger, looking rather smug as she follows, her arms crossed. It is Peter Dillinger, the father of one of PWE’s newest recruits, who wouldn’t dream of missing his daughter’s first competitive bout in a fully-fledged company.

PETER J. DILLINGER: Ophelia, this is not what we talked about!

Ophelia blinks at the two of them, and then raises her eyebrow.

PETER J. DILLINGER: When we spoke on the phone, you assured me that Peach would be given a fair, honest chance. And this is what you provide? For the amount of money I off–

OPHELIA KNIGHT: This is absolutely a fair shake, and offers Peach an upclose look at the landscape with no harm to her record…yet.[/font]

PEACH DILLINGER: I don’t need to face Mia and Sabina! They’re like, my best friends! Why would you even–

OPHELIA KNIGHT: To be perfectly honest, I…don’t really care about your specialized little group. I believe you all called yourselves the…what was it, the Sounds the Same Society? Something like that? But, if you haven’t noticed, there are…you know, not any stables here in Pro Wrestling EXCELLENCE at this time. So you might walk the walk with one another, but I expect you to face the person or persons you have in front of you, friends or not. If I had to isolate people from facing one another…[/font]

She snorts and shakes her head.

OPHELIA KNIGHT: Well, then that just wouldn’t be good for the division or for PWE because we’d have no matches. [/font]

PETER J. DILLINGER: There is no point in stressing Peach out like this. I swear, I will sue–

Ophelia tilted her head and smiled.

OPHELIA KNIGHT: You wanted her here. You [/font]paid for her to be here. This is her chance to shine. So do that, Peach. Shine. Unless…you don’t want to be in this match? You don’t really want to move forward and bring honor to your name? You don’t want to work for my…what was it? Little wrestling federation project that has been global in our previous season? Because there’s the door.

Peach stared murderously back at Ophelia, who turned to tap the paper and nodded. Ms. Knight hoisted Ollie upwards and smiled.

OPHELIA KNIGHT: That’s what I thought. I expect you’ll do wonderful out there tonight, Peach. Good luck.[/font]

The show cuts to commercial with a fuming Peach and Peter staring after Ophelia.

Live from Parc des Princes in Paris France

Tuesday August 23,2022

Deadline August 22,2022 at 11:59 pm Eastern

Opening Match

Falls Count Anywhere

AJ Flare vs Mike Dimter

Debut Match

Lindsey Flare vs Diamond

Submission Only Match

Jey Reynolds vs Konrad Raab

Singles Match

Necra Octavian Kane vs Sarah Frost

Main Event

Tag Team match with Special Guest Referee

Referee Jensen Lane

Hollie Holt & Dakota Storm vs The Violent Generation(Shannon Douglas and Dina Dudley)

The feed did not waste time with anything but focusing on the owner of Pro Wrestling Excellence, Ophelia Knight. Clad in a sleeveless, midnight blue dress, she surveys the audience while standing at a podium. In the center of the ring and brightened by a spotlight, she gives everyone a soft smile before testing the microphone. It gives her the desired feedback, deriving a giggle from her. Yet, as soon as business becomes the focus, she returns to her calmer, colder state.

OPHELIA KNIGHT: Good evening, everyone, it’s my honor to stand here to celebrate our first season. Prior to us closing our doors for seasonal changes, we had seen an influx of moments that could define the lifetime of any other company. We stand here now, at the beginning of our new season, with a third Pro Wrestling Excellence Champion waiting to be crowned. Nevertheless, I’m here to give away the first ever End of Season Awards. We will have each person come down, accept the award, and say a few words to you all, our faithful audience.

She motions to the security officers lining the ring.

OPHELIA KNIGHT: Now, due to some circumstances, I have enlisted the help of some personnel to make sure that these celebratory proceedings go without any violence. If any of them wants to engage in that, then they need to sign on for a match.

She takes up the first golden trophy, along with an envelope.

OPHELIA KNIGHT: The first award that I want to give out is to the Most Improved member of our roster. This young woman has been a staple of our company since day one. While others have moved onto other things, she has stayed with us and honed her craft. Now, she grows closer to realizing her true potential. She will not be coming out tonight, I’ve been told, but Chelsea Skye does accept this award for her continued improvement! We can only hope to see her push forward in Season Two!

As the crowd noise dies, Ophelia takes up the next envelope. She checks it and lets out a quiet chuckle, along with a very subtle “oh boy.”

OPHELIA KNIGHT: Next is an award given to something that many people did not expect but it happened regardless. At the tailend of the season, a new Pro Wrestling Excellence Champion was crowned. That moment capsized an entire, legendary reign, and it led to a dream coming true. Without further ado, I welcome Vhodka Black to come down to the ring and accept the award for Most Shocking Moment for her defeating Damian Ayla!

The arena lights up with flashes of blues and pinks! The crowd is already cheering as ‘Who You Talkin’ to Man?’ by Nostalghia comes on. Vhokda Black, true to form, is in an eye-catching gown. It doesn’t take her long to walk down to the podium. Accepting the award, gives it a wave in the air then kisses it! She soaks up the moment with a smile then begins.

VHODKA BLACK:When you hear of big openings a lot of people think of me. But I’ll be honest with you, as I sat here watching everyone come one after another I started to panic. On such an important night, would my opening be big enough? Or when it was finally my turn would I simply embarrass myself trying to stretch the sort of opening that I am known for further than it can go?

She pauses, offering a shrug.

VHODKA BLACK:But then as I watched my fellow award winners I realized something very important. Sometimes, you just have to take a deep breath and thrust yourself into the opening as hard and as fast as you can and then, and only then, will you be able to experience true release.

VHODKA BLACK:I’d like to thank the academy for recognizing me here tonight, it means so much to have your vote of confidence. I’d like to thank my husband Vincent who came into my life and filled up every single inch of me, touching the deepest places inside of me in ways that I thought they would never be touched. To my parents, my biggest supporters, I could never have done this without you. And to my kids, I love you all and remember that arsenic is traceable in toxicology reports. Thank you all so much. Wakanda Forever!

Vhokda dramatically bows to the crowd. She attempts to shove the award into the top of her dress to hold but it doesn’t. This disappoints her a little bit as she takes a seat.

Doing her best to retain her professional composure, Ophelia holds up the next trophy. She clears her throat before continuing.

OPHELIA KNIGHT: Next is primarily the reason that I’ve asked our ring to be monitored by security. This is, honestly, the strangest award to give out. It’s odd to give applause to a relationship that’s defined by hatred. However, it did measure the stakes that people will adhere to in order to prove their point. As such, I’m inviting Angel and Lachlan Kane to come down to the ring and accept the award for Feud of the Season.

The lights go dark throughout the arena for a hot moment and then suddenly it all pops to life with bright lights as “When Demon’s Come to Life” by Halocene & Lauren Babic blast through the speakers. When the lights drop to the center of the stage, there stands Angel with her arms reaching to the sky, they slither down to her side as she does a creepy walk/strut to the ring. Ignoring the boos she is getting from the crowd, she walks around the ring, hopping up onto the apron and lays herself over the second rope, and laying there with a coy little smile on her face.

As Angel moves to stand at the podium, the music switches to “Demon” by Savage Hands and the crowd bursts into a huge cheer as Lachlan Kane walks onto the stage, grinning out towards the crowd. He slaps a few fans’ hands on the way down the ramp before he climbs up the steps and into the ring. He stops to respectfully shake Ophelia’s hand, before he slowly steps up to Angel. The two of them engage in a heated stare for a good long moment, the crowd seemingly holding its breath and the security on the outside of the ring poised and ready to rush should the need arise. But, in a surprising move, Lachlan takes a couple steps backwards and motions for Angel to take the podium first, albeit with a slight scowl on his face.

ANGEL: Hiiiiii Lachy. I gotta say, it’s nice to see you again.

Angel takes a moment to lay it on a little thick with a laugh.

ANGEL: It almost seems like it’s rather unfair, because when it came to everything that happened between you and I, the lengths that I went to to bring out that inner demon. I dare ANYONE out there to find the hell I put you through. From your brother, to your sister in law, your bad ass wife...your pretty little sister, all of them got just a teeny tiny taste of that. All for my true victory. Just so you showed everyone what you are truly hiding...

Before she can continue on, Lachlan steps up to the podium and puts his hand over the microphone. She just grins at him maniacally, but he is stone faced as he slowly takes his hand off the microphone and begins to speak.

LACHLAN KANE: Just because you never saw it, doesn’t mean that the darkness in me was ever hidden. Everyone I love and care about has known about that side of me for some time now. When you started all these mind games and cowardly attacks, I told them all that I would do whatever it takes to keep them all safe, and they knew full well what it meant. As far as your supposed “victory”...you won nothing. You can believe that all you want in your warped little mind, but I did what I promised and I absolutely destroyed you in our match. Everything you put my family through, I returned tenfold. And in that, I’d say I’m the real victor.

The two glare at each other once again before Angel lets out a psychotic cackle and backs away from the podium, dropping to the mat and slithering out of the ring under the bottom rope. As she heads around the ring and up the entrance ramp, Lachlan doesn’t take his eyes off her for a second until she disappears backstage. He then turns to Ophelia and once again shakes her hand before lifting the trophy off the podium and raising it up in the air as “Demon” comes on the speakers again and he exits the ring and heads up the ramp to the backstage.

OPHELIA KNIGHT: I ordered these awards in order to make life easier for the winners. In culmination, I can say that Pro Wrestling Excellence was home to a power couple. Amidst the names that were signed, I never expected to see that the Aylas would define dominance here in my company. If you are new to our company, then take the fact that between them, the Aylas have won three awards. Without further ado, accepting Match of the Season, Champion of the Season, and Female Wrestler of the Season, I welcome Damian and Tara Ayla to the ring once again.

The lights in the arena goes out, leading to the opening drone of “Born In Winter” by Gojira coming through. A cheer resonates throughout the crowd as the couple comes out. The intensity of said cheers rises as the attention falls upon Tara’s pregnant belly. Damian smiles proudly at her and goes to lift a portion of her red dress, assisting her walk to the ring. Once they reach there, he guides her up the ropes and into the ring. A glimpse of his intimidating nature peeks through as he glares down at a ringside attendant. They rush over to offer a chair to Damian. He takes it, props it up, and proceeds to rest his coat over it. Clad in his black suit, he steps to the podium.

DAMIAN AYLA: It has been a while, hasn’t it?

Damian seems a bit taken aback by the cheers that follow his voice.

DAMIAN AYLA: That’s interesting. A few months ago, you were all wishing for my downfall.

One of his rare chuckles empties from him before he goes to continue.

DAMIAN AYLA: Match of the Season. Nathaniel Cartwright and I put our very existences on the line, not only for the Excellence Championship, but also our ideologies. I came out on top, and I assume that is a healthy reason for why I also won Champion of the Year. From the very moment that I won the championship, I did my part in trying to elevate this company. As much as another man–that will be joining us soon–may say that he’s the reason why this place is what it is, you must remember who was the architect and the foundation of PWE is.

He pauses.

DAMIAN AYLA: Nevertheless, I won’t drag on much longer. I’m proud to have won these awards. Though, the real story is why I came here. I came to this company not for myself, but to help foster and bolster my wife’s career. And here I stand, a proud partner, a proud teacher, and a proud husband. She deserves this award, and I’m sure everyone here can agree. If it wasn’t for the fact that she’s about to give birth, she would be the Impulse Champion. If she can please come accept her award and give some words to the waiting audience?

With a wry smirk on his face, Damian takes a few steps away and offers the microphone to his wife. Tara, who is sitting down in her own chair, gives him a weak smile. Before he has a chance to help her up, Vhodka is already giving Tara a hand. While, Vhodka hassles Damian about this, Tara waddles over to the podium. The silent woman takes a moment listening to the crowd erupting into cheering. One hand clasps over Tara’s mouth trying to control the tears forming in her eyes. Their chanting and praise touch the usually stoic woman’s heart. Tara clears her throat, dapping her eyes.

TARA AYLA: I-I-I… I have never been embraced by a company in the same way that Pro Wrestling Excellence has accepted me. U-usually places demand conformity in order to thrive, but Ophelia truly kept her word. By my own standards, my own aptitude, I was able to-to help build this company without destroying who I am. It is… not often that p-p-people like me find themselves in the top standings. Here? Here is a different animal. Skills not measured by the usual. I was not offered a place at the table, so I customized my own throne in order take a seat. All the work, the blood, the clawing, was worth it in the end. This proves as much— Female Wrestler of the Season… Heh… By a mute’s hands. Truthfully, I owe much to my husband, Damian, for his constant support, and love... His belief in me when everyone else doubted me… I’d also like to offer my gratitude to my new friends for their encouragement.

Tara takes a breath wringing her hands together. Her eyes shut briefly. New found composure allows her to continue.

TARA AYLA: I p-promise this will not be the last we see of each other again. I did not conquer— I did not earn the Impulse Championship— or this award— to simply disappear. When the time is right, I intend to return to Pro Wrestling Excellence. Thank you.

The crowd cheers once again with scattered chants for the “GOD SLAYER”. Tara signs something in ASL with a smile. She turns being helped into a chair by her husband. She gives his cheek a kiss. To her other side, a bag of gummi worms is passed over by Vhodka. Tara and her begin a quiet conversation as more snacks are produced!

OPHELIA KNIGHT: Finally, we have one award left. It belongs to the man who challenges for the title that has evaded him his whole career here. If he wins, he joins an elite listing of people. Yet, his efforts in the first season has not gone without merit. He is one of our most determined, driven, and most of all, spirited competitors. He’s the Male Wrestler of the Season…ALLEN CHANEY!

Allen emerges, wearing his ring gear as he had business to attend to tonight still. The crowd cheers for The Comedian who accepts the adulation for a moment before he stops to look at Damian and Vhodka, then the security, then back to Damian and Vhodka before he approaches the podium and microphone.

ALLEN CHANEY: Uh…hello everyone. Bill couldn’t make it but he says ‘hi’ So nice to see all of your faces. Especially two faces that belong to people who apparently have time to accept trophies but not to fight me.

Allen lets the crowd take that however they want for a few moments.

ALLEN CHANEY: But I’m not here to call anyone out or start any fights…mostly because I have a match I want to be fresh for but also because I do genuinely appreciate this. I spent the bulk of season one being a real prick because I thought that was…the version of me that people would tune in to see. Even before this when I was on a sitcom I was trying to find the version of me that people found the most interesting and find something resembling acceptance and… I just want everyone to know that I don’t take for granted that the version of myself that you all seemed to accept… is just me.

A small break as the crowd cheers and it’s easy to tell that Allen actually gets a little emotional from that.

ALLEN CHANEY: …and while I may not be the ‘architect’ or whatever… I was here from day one and I took it upon myself to fly the PWE flag high and proud. The cast for season 2 may look a lot different but I AM STILL HERE and I’m gonna teach this latest crop of self-obsessed dickheads a thing or two about joke structure. Thank you very much everyone. I love you all and also kiss my big fat ass. Set-Up. Punchline.

Allen takes his award and holds it up before heading back to the back. The cameras cut to commercial once more.

Next Level Wrestling Presents



ASCENDANCY XL

LIVE from the Lakefront Arena in New Orleans, Louisiana

Airing on August 13th, 2022.

7 PM - On the XHF Network

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MAIN EVENT

NLW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH

The Academy© vs The Ronin

UPPER MIDCARD

G1 SEMI-FINALS MATCH

NON-TITLE

MYOJIN© vs The Thespian

 UPPER MIDCARD

G1 SEMI-FINALS MATCH

NON-TITLE

Scott Hampton© vs Trixie Mars

MIDCARD

Grimgor Ironhide vs Spike Kane

LOWER MIDCARD

The Crinkly Bottom Boys vs The Midnight Animals (Bugz? and Lee Gorn)

OPENER

CURE-E vs Chris Marks

PLUS:

The aftermath of the NLW World Championship match at Night of Champions is bound to be interesting!

With Collision Course on the horizon, who knows what can happen!

The cameras cut backstage where Aleena Sands, smiles included is standing with Conquest star, Eddie Lyons.

ALEENA SANDS: As we get into the exciting PWE action tonight, we want to remind you about our other brand, Conquest, that airs its first show Fight in just a few weeks on August 28th. I'm here with one of it's promising young superstars, Eddie Lyons. So Eddie, what can we expect from the Conquest roster?

EDDIE LYONS: You can expect some of the fastest, hardest hitting action from wrestlers all over the globe, known faces and new faces alike. The stars of Conquest are looking to impress and that's exactly what we are going to do.

ALEENA SANDS: What about Eddie Lyons? What can we expect from you?

EDDIE LYONS:  Well, I'll be making my debut into the business. I plan to work hard and earn the respect of the fans and my peers. Most importantly I want to do it the right way, with respect and honor. I refuse to take any shortcuts, I will take any losses and learn from them. However I will fight and I won't go down easy. Until the bitter end, I will fight, tooth and claw. Take me out if you can, but remember that I am Eddie Lyons and I am UNBREAKABLE.

ALEENA SANDS: Is there anyone on the roster you might be looking forward to work with?

EDDIE LYONS: Well, I can't say I'm too familiar with most of the roster, but I do look forward to meeting and competing with them. A couple names that I have heard of are Aiden Reynolds and Kallie Reznik. My training partner and good friend Cleo Phillips put in a good word for those two and whether it's against or alongside, I'd love to work with either of them at some point.

Before Aleena Sands can ask anything else, a female is heard cackling off screen and Victoria Lyons, followed by her twin Vincent shows up to interrupt the interview.

VICTORIA LYONS:  Oh please stop making me laugh dear cousin. Aiden and Kallie are both cowards who ran away from Alex and his friends, just like Dickie Watson.

EDDIE LYONS: First of all, they didn't run. They had some sort of dispute with management that doesn't concern you, nor does it concern me. As for Alex he doesn't even work here and I couldn't care less about his worthless opinion. This is PWE and whatever our dumbass cousin is doing somewhere else doesn't matter.

VICTORIA LYONS: Well, speaking of those who don't work here. Maybe you should look in the mirror Edward. This is Victory. This is MY show. Why don't you run along now, and go play with the children of Conquest.

EDDIE LYONS: I'm just here to help PWE promote their new brand. I'm not trying to start anything with you, or Vincent. Don't you have a match coming up? Shouldn't you be focusing on that instead of bothering me?

VICTORIA LYONS: Oh dear cousin. You need not worry about me. I am going to kick season two of PWE off with a victory. The FIRST victory of season two, you're welcome to sit and watch the queen lioness of our precious little family show you how it's done and how to win at any means necessary. Maybe you can take some tips back to Conquest with you.

EDDIE LYONS: Is that it then? Because I absolutely do not have time for this. You can throw all the snarky comments you want my way. You won’t break me. You won’t turn me into him.

Eddie points at Vincent, who until this point has been standing quietly behind Victoria.

EDDIE LYONS: What happened to you man? I used to think you were cool. You were my cool older cousin, and now you’re just a shell of the man I remember. I don’t even know who you are anymore. Just a pathetic shell, of someone I once looked up to.

Vincent takes a step forward, but Victoria stops him and holds him back.

VICTORIA LYONS: Not now Vincent. This one isn’t worth the effort. Come along brother, we have a match to prepare for. See you around Eddie.

Victoria smiles, and winks at Eddie, before leaving. Vincent gives Eddie a good stare before following shortly after her, once they leave Eddie turns to Aleena, who is still there, and smiling.

EDDIE LYONS: Can you believe I’m related to those two?

He shakes his head, and walks off, leaving Aleena by herself.

ALEENA SANDS: Well, I guess we’ll have to see what the future holds for the members of the Lyons family here in PWE.

The view shifts to a gloomy corner of the backstage area. The Monster Machine ENIGMA sits on a bench in the near-darkness, backlit red by the lights on the EMERGENCY EXIT sign as he finishes lacing his wrestling boots. His face is in shadows, obscuring his expression as he looks down at the floor, breathing heavily. He reaches into the bag at his feet, his fingertips grazing over the contours of the championship belt tucked within – this isn't the real thing. This is a high-end replica of the 5BW Liberty Championship, one that he carries as a reminder of the greatest triumph of his career. At the sound of quite deliberate heavy steps, he pulls his hand guiltily from the bag, pushing it closed so its contents are hidden. His tone is harsh, almost a menacing growl.

ENIGMA: I do not wish an audience.

A soft chuckle comes from the shadows before a familiar figure steps into view wearing a Black Flag tee and worn black-and-white check Vans that are probably older than half the roster. Lex Collins sits down on the bench.

LEX COLLINS: Relax, brother. Not here for a pound of flesh – least not yet.

The joke does little to draw a smile from the big man. Collins lapses into silence, head tilted back and he's so still that Enigma almost forgets that he's there for a moment, returning to his ritual as his hand delves into that bag again, fishing around for something before he pulls out a creased photo of a dark-haired woman. His arm trembles as he holds he simply stares down at it, saying nothing, just breathing. Inhale. Exhale.

ENIGMA: She does not control me.

His voice is soft, yet strong enough to carry, the emotions all too evident in the careful enunciation of the words. Collins snorts disdainfully.

LEX COLLINS: They're shit monkeys, man. They fling insults at the walls, see what sticks. Best thing you can do is let it roll off your back. Water off a duck, y'know?

ENIGMA: Water…

He frowns.

ENIGMA: I do not know this one.

LEX COLLINS: Sorry. Don't pay them any mind. Keep doing your thing.

Silence reigns again, filled with nothing but the whoosh of air rushing through the vents overhead. ENIGMA brings a hand to his face, rubbing his eyes, continuing down his face to rub the stubble on his chin.

ENIGMA: I think we are both above that garbage, no?

LEX COLLINS: First impressions, right? Go out there. Give 'em the old razzle dazzle. Toss a plastic bitch or three over the ropes. You can do this, man. I'm pulling for you.

The big man sighs, bowing his head for a moment.

ENIGMA: It is just business. Always.

LEX COLLINS: Right up 'til they overstep and make it personal. Sure. You want my best advice? Don't give them the opportunity.

ENIGMA: I will go out there, and do what I do best. Tonight, I will do it for her. They will see. Their eyes will be opened. They will know.

He tucks the photo into a small pocket sewn into the lining of his doomsday cloak, right over his heart. Taking a deep breath, The Monster Machine moves to his feet, his physique all the more impressive as he completely towers over and dwarfs Collins. When he speaks again, his tone is gruff, strained with emotion.

ENIGMA: Thank you for this. I am ready now.

LEX COLLINS: Give 'em hell.

Peach Dillinger, Mia Castillo and Sabina Sainte head towards Noah Ortega. He smiles, trying to reason with them as Mia slips behind, tripping him up before shoving him forward into her friends' clutches. They pull off a perfectly synchronized double team release suplex that leaves Ortega clutching his back.

On the other side of the ring, Victoria Lyons and ENIGMA are lighting each other up with chops, getting huge pops from the crowd while Lachlan Kane watches. Lyons ducks under a telegraphed ENIGMA lariat, only to be on the receiving end of a wicked punch to the back of the head from Kane. She staggers forward into ENIGMA and Kane's happy to mow them both down with a short-arm clothesline.

Peach nails a low blow on Ortega and scoops him up. With the help of Sabina, she gets him up into a gorilla press slam before tossing him over the ropes!

NOAH ORTEGA HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

Victoria Lyons slips out of Lachlan Kane's grip, only to be caught by ENIGMA; he slings her into the corner, following for a body splash, but she dodges, leaving nothing but turnbuckle for him. Kane heads for Lyons once again but gets cut off by Peach and Sabina! Victoria Lyons turns around, dodging Peach as she goes flying back, double team blindside thwarted. Kane sends Sabina down, immediately dodges ENIGMA'S spear attempt and lands behind Peach to take her down with a DDT! Mia drags the top rope down just as Kane sends Victoria packing and she sails over, crashing to the floor!

VICTORIA LYONS HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

Peach and Sabina lay a beating on ENIGMA as Kane grabs Mia from behind. ENIGMA manages to knock Peach back only for Sabina to drop him with a lightning-fast swinging DDT. The pair start mudhole stomping him while Kane catches Mia in an arm wringer – BASEMENT DROPKICK REVERSAL! Mia shoves him off into the corner and nails a running clothesline into a bulldog! Peach and Sabina both launch off the ropes at ENIGMA, looking for stereo elbow drops but he catches them both with those massive hands against their throats! He flings them both over the top rope with a double chokeslam!

PEACH DILLINGER AND SABINA SAINTE HAVE BEEN ELIMINATED!

ENIGMA is still bent over the top rope, trying to right himself and the roar of the crowd drowned out by a bloodcurdling scream as Mia Castillo breaks free from Lachlan Kane! She comes charging in, nailing The Essence of Excellence, that deadly combination sending the big man crashing to the floor alongside Peach and Sabina.

ENIGMA HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

Kane tries to take advantage by rushing in and scooping Mia up! Elbow to the face for a quick reversal and she drops him down with a swift backbreaker. A knee drop gets an ovation from her besties but Kane rolls back to his feet behind her. Mia ducks under his attempted lariat! Armdrag takedown! Boot to the head denied! Kane sends Mia at the ropes. He follows her in! Clothesline from Hell! NO! WAIT! MIA HAS HIM IN A HEADLOCK, HER LEGS WRAPPED AROUND THAT BOTTOM ROPE AND SHE PULLS BACK, USING HIS BODY WEIGHT TO SLOWLY DRAG HIM OVER!

LACHLAN KANE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

WINNER: MIA CASTILLO

Backstage we find Allen Chaney wandering around and scratching his head before finally he stops when he finds a member of the backstage crew.

ALLEN CHANEY: Hey bud. Real quick… have you seen Ollie around? Wanted to say hi to my old pal.

The backstage worker points off in the direction of catering and Allen gives a thumbs up before heading in that direction, carrying a small Igloo cooler with him. We follow him down the hallway passing by bustling crew members. Out from one of the locker rooms emerges Kanna Verger. Upon first glance, she appears annoyed to see Allen.

That is until a few seconds pass and she smiles at him.

KANNA VERGER: Oh, hello. I… Had been looking for you earlier.

Allen blinks a few times. He and Kanna had exchanged pleasantries on twitter but this was their first time meeting in person.

ALLEN CHANEY:Oh, Kanna, hey. I was hoping to bump into you, as well.

Allen holds up the small cooler. It was a strange dynamic between two people who might possibly be beating each other up for a Championship that they both very much wanted to win later that night. The oddity seems to be a little lost with how excited Kanna takes the cooler. She gasps when opening it up.

KANNA VERGER: Ooh! Choco Tacos! Did you want one?

Kanna asks while she unwraps one of the ice cream snacks. Not even waiting to take a bite from one. Her eyes instantly light up chewing through it. Any intimidating aura around Kanna seems to diminish slowly over how happy food made her.

KANNA VERGER: Were you heading somewhere? I’m sorry if I interrupted.

ALLEN CHANEY: Oh you’re fine and no worries, I kept plenty for myself so those are all yours. I was actually on my way to see Ollie. Give him a few good luck head pats. Word is he’s at catering if you want to meet him.

KANNA VERGER: Thank you, and I’d like to meet the famous Ollie. I have been curious on how a cat masters wrestling..

Kanna finishes off one of the Choco Tacos. While the two of them continue to catering, she does seem to debate on eating another one. Not wanting too much on her stomach for later in the night, Kanna just carries the cooler. Both of them arrive at catering and Allen looks a bit confused before realization hits him.

ALLEN CHANEY: …Ah. I get it. Ollie.

A man turns around from the catering table, wearing a very colorful romper that echoes the color scheme and patterns of a Taco Bell in the early 90’s. He is also wearing what appears to be ‘Baby Bjorn’ front-suspended baby carrier holding a live raccoon.

OLLIE LINKOLN: Chainsaw! How goes it, my big beautiful bud?

ALLEN CHANEY: Oh you know… Ollie, what are you doing here?

Allen’s former tag partner and briefly roommate hands a potato chip to the raccoon who takes it into his teeny cute little hands and munches on it.

OLLIE LINKOLN: Showed up since I work here now and it turns out I’m not actually on this roster. Everyone has been pretty chill about it, though. Hello quiet new friend!

Ollie gives a polite wave to Kanna. The raccoon waves as well, mimicking Ollie. Kanna seems stunned! Not changing the slightly open-mouthed expression. With his greeting gesture, she snaps out of it. She fumbles with the cooler and holds out a hand towards Ollie.

KANNA VERGER: It is rude to stare— Forgive me. Hello, I’m Kanna. It is nice to meet you, Ollie?

Her eyes swiftly move down to the raccoon on his chest.

KANNA VERGER: Hello to you as well, araiguma..

Ollie mouths ‘Araiguma’ in confusion but looks down to the raccoon and it seems like the two briefly and silently converse.

OLLIE LINKOLN: Ah! Japanese. Cool. This ‘araiguma’ is Rocky. He’s my best friend, manager, and the Finest Mind in the Wrestling Industry. I’m Ollie Linkoln. I kick people when he tells me to.

Rocky looks up at Ollie and it seems the two have another silent conversation.

OLLIE LINKOLN: Chocolate is bad for you anyway, Rocky.

KANNA VERGER: You can understand Rocky? Or… Is he a telepath?

With a small lean inward she inspects the raccoon before smiling softly. He was adorable and clearly intelligent. Kanna gives them space with a small step backwards before mumbling to herself. She digs inside of her coat pocket before producing a small rice cracker all nicely wrapped up. The snack is offered over. Rocky extends his widdle hand and takes the cracker, unwrapping it before chomping down. He seems to enjoy it.

OLLIE LINKOLN: Iunno. We could always just talk to each other ever since I woke up one day and found him in my house. Also he says you seem cool. You can give him scritches if ya want.

Rocky’s ears perk up when he hears ‘scritches’. Kanna obliges by scratching the top of his head then his ears. Rocky is a happy camper.

KANNA VERGER: Meant to be with you then. That’s a special bond to hold with animals. It reminds me of my brother— He always had a connection to dogs and birds.

ALLEN CHANEY: I live with a cat and I can’t talk to him. At what point do you get magical animal talking powers?

OLLIE LINKOLN:Rocky says magic isn’t real, don’t be silly.

Allen blinks a couple times.

ALLEN CHANEY: I’d try and argue but I lose arguments with animals enough these days.

Kanna offers a sympathetic smile towards Allen. Whatever she says isn’t particularly clear because the scene is already leading away from the group. The last glimpse is them continuing the conversation.

NINA LAWRENCE: The following contest is scheduled for First Blood! FOR THE VICTORY CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first, the challenger! From Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at one hundred twenty three pounds… SHE IS “NIGHTMARE ANGEL” CHEEEEEEEELSEA SKKYYE!

“I’ve come to face my mistakes, the fire fades, the will to carry on, subdued by fear!”

The fast guitar riff for “Reborn Through Failure” hits the speakers and once the vocals kick in Chelsea makes her way out onto the entrance ramp ready for battle. Chelsea makes her way down to the ring slapping hands with the occasional fan along the way, she enters the ring and runs the ropes as she waits for her opponent.

GREYSON MARKS: It’s good to see our Nightmare Angel return to the ring! What an opportunity too!

LINCOLN PHELPS: Yeah. Time to see two women get bloody. Why did that sound so wrong?

GREYSON MARKS: It came out of your mouth.

NINA LAWRENCE:And her opponent… Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at one hundred twenty three pounds… She is the DEFENDING VICTORY CHAMPION… THE SOCIAL CASUALTY…ELLIE QUINN!!

As the intro to "Roadhouse" kicks off and blares through the speakers, the crowd rise and turn their attention towards the stage. Meanwhile, purple and white lights begin to swirl around both the stage and the crowd. Smoke begins to pour out onto the stage, reaching ankle-high. After a few seconds more, Ellie Quinn storms through the curtains as the vocals kick in.

"I was born in a town that wasn't much worth...

Raised by rabid dogs.

I'm the bastard son of the morning sun,

I'm a well known stranger to God."

"I feel like maybe I've been missing,

Walking the backstreets & made a wrong turn.

Where no one gives the heathens something to believe in,

So the sinners sit around & burn."

Ellie stands center stage, her trademark baseball bat in her hand and dangling towards the floor, soaking in the crowd's reactions to her arrival before Ellie drapes the baseball bat over her shoulder and marches down to the ring.

"I shoot gasoline mixed with a belly full of dirt

With a switchblade up my sleeve.

I'm the number one manic,

A widespread panic of girls feeling weak in the knees."

"I hope to say: 'it's been a hell of a goddamn life'

But I'm still not dead!"

As she gets down the ramp, Ellie jumps up and slides into the ring under the bottom rope, sliding on her backside until she stops and gets up to a knee.

"I remember drinkin' scotch from the bottle,

I could always use some more.

It's a goddamn slippery slope,

I've been down that road before.

We all get down... (We all get by)

We all get down!"

As the chorus to "Roadhouse" plays, Ellie Quinn is on one knee in the middle of the ring, baseball bat draped over her shoulder. After posing for a few moments, Ellie hops up onto her feet, removing her entrance gear and handing her bat to a ringside attendant, allowing Ellie to await the bell.


GREYSON MARKS: I’m excited to see our first Victory Championship match back!

LINCOLN PHELPS: but are you excited for our Victory champ? I like her style! Glad she also stayed around.

GREYSON MARKS: … Are you okay?

LINCOLN PHELPS: I’ll be alright. Just sad our other champions are gone…

GREYSON MARKS: … You know they are married, right? And Tara is pregnant.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Don’t remind me!

Chelsea is the first one to make a move and offers Ellie her hand. The champion looks around, smiling, before extending her own hand. A surprised cheer emits from the crowd until they swiftly turn to BOOS! Ellie SLAPS Chelsea across the face with a big grin. The taste is officially gone from Skye’s mouth who appears appalled.

LINCOLN PHELPS: How did she think that was gonna work?

GREYSON MARKS: She was just trying to be respectful.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Look how well that worked for her.

DING! DING! DING!

Refusing to lose out on a moment Ellie goes straight in to uppercut Chelsea. It doesn’t stop there with the champion driving her challenger back towards the rope with nasty forearms. It was clear that she wanted to end the match! With a short cry, Skye launches herself in a short-ranged spear clattering the two down. This seems to actually surprise the champion a bit. Up like a shot, the challenger gets some space between the two of them to compose herself! She turns to the crowd, rousing them up to cheer for her! Not wasting the energy buzzing in the arena Skye bolts forward catching Quinn up with a hurricanrana!

GREYSON MARKS: Look at her go! Chelsea is showing her improvement tonight!

LINCOLN PHELPS: Ooh, she can wrestle. Very impressive…

Skye gives a cheeky little gesture towards the fallen woman. She rotates around to hype the fans up a little more! During that time, Quinn is back on her feet. Not to be taken by surprise anymore, Chelsea turns around thanks to the crowd warning her. She beckons for Ellie to ‘bring it’! The two women circle each other a bit more cautiously. Neither one makes the first move so Ellie begins to taunt Chelsea. She continues causing the Nightmare Angel to rush in. She attempts to catch the champion but Ellie grapples her arm swinging her towards the ropes! Bouncing back into a swinging neckbreaker! It doesn’t stop there because Skye is swiftly caught up into a crossface! It is stitched in tightly causing muffled screaming to come from Chelsea! Ellie begins shouting out insults wrenching it even more!

LINCOLN PHELPS: See, this would’ve been a short match had it been a normal one.

GREYSON MARKS: Don’t discredit Miss Skye. She hasn’t tapped out despite the clear pain she is in.

The crowd boos loudly and that seems to amuse Quinn. The further she wrenches in that submission, the more screams she gets from Skye. Much to her credit though, Skye fights against the hold best she can! The two of them inching around the room towards the ropes. The hold is finally released. Just to add more damage, Ellie moves back just enough to kick Skye in the back of the head! The champ moves to the ropes to begin mocking the crowd. She begins her own chant about Skye Sucking! And it doesn’t catch on! The champion continues, shrugging off the booing. This gives Chelsea the time she needs to recover. There is a different intensity around Skye now giving the back of Quinn’s head a glare!

GREYSON MARKS: Looks like Chelsea has had enough.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Took long enough…

Pinging off of the ropes for momentum, The Nightmare Angel charges forward knocking Quinn into the ropes with a dropkick! She doesn’t stop there and launches the champion with a suplex! Chelsea is all fired up! The cheers from the crowd empower her enough to toss Quinn with another suplex! With her opponent finally down the mat, trying to recover, Skype climbs up onto the ropes! She calls it out before—

GREYSON MARKS: Down from the Skye! She knocked the air out of Ellie!

LINCOLN PHELPS: She only got away with that because Ellie had her back turned!

LINCOLN PHELPS: That is not why.

The challenger climbs down out of the ring searching under the apron. Out comes a chair! She slides back into the ring with the weapon in hand. Ellie lifts herself up off the mat only to be hit with a SMACK! It knocks her back down! Another hit for good measure! Knowing that hitting the back won’t draw blood, Chelsea tries her best to kick Quinn onto her back. It takes some awkward movements, the champion is flipped onto her back.

GREYSON MARKS: Could we be looking at a new champion? All it’d take is a good hit with that chair.

LINCOLN PHELPS: It can’t end this way! No way!

The chair is raised high in the air ready to be brought down again but Andi Wylde is up on the apron yelling! She even goes so far as to throw something at Chelsea! Whatever it is pings off of her head and causes the Nightmare Angel to curse. This distracts Chelsea who turns around to argue with the woman! Both Andi and Jodi begin arguing but when one of them looks past it, it tips Skye off. She turns around staring at Quinn shaking out the cobwebs. The champion shakes her head. The chair is hoisted high in the air and Skye rushes Quinn. Instead of waiting around, Quinn spears her straight down! The chair slips from her hands.

Disarming Skye seems to satisfy Quinn for the moment but not enough. She grabs a hold of the fallen woman in a single leg crab! It instantly creates a wail of pain! Above the cries, Ellie mocks Chelsea further telling her that she won’t get that belt! This actually inspires Skye enough to rotate in the hold, despite the pain, and kicks Quinn in the face! In retaliation, Quinn stomps the back of Skye’s head! Chelsea kicks again and again— and knowing that drawing blood will lose the match, Ellie releases the hold! Even though her leg is in pain, Skye rolls to her feet. There is a weak war cry from The Nightmare Angel! She uses as much strength as she can muster to spear Ellie down!

GREYSON MARKS: You have to give it to Chelsea. She is refusing to give up.

LINCOLN PHELPS: If she gave up, she’d be a fucking idiot.

GREYSON MARKS: That isn’t nice, but I agree. A title is on the line.

Heavily panting, Chelsea double-stomps onto Quinn who rolls away grabbing her stomach! Chelsea is stumbling back towards the chair. Unfortunately, before the chair can be grabbed by Skye, Jodi yanks it out of the ring! This causes Skye to complain and yell at the woman!

GREYSON MARKS: Oh, no.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Who falls for that shit these days? C’mon, girl!

Even though her back is turned to Quinn who charges towards her, Skye darts out of the way so Ellie rams into Andi! This only stuns the champion for a moment. That offers just a little bit of relief for Skye to rub at her leg trying to soothe it some. Chelsea hypes herself up but receives a rough dropkick. Following it up as swiftly as possible, Ellie knocks her straight with a heavy lariat! It knocks Chelsea down! There is clear irritation building on her face as she climbs through the ropes to check on Andi. With confirmation that everything is okay, Quinn turns her attention back to Skye. The taunting begins to full again but this time is much meaner. It rouses the Nightmare Angel enough to climb, dizzily, to her feet. She shouts something back to Quinn. However, there is no need to respond with words because—

LINCOLN PHELPS: ANTITHESIS! While this is very cool, why are neither of them trying to get blood?

GREYSON MARKS: They are wearing each other down first. This isn’t an alley fight.

LINCOLN PHELPS: You’re right. This match would have been done a lot sooner. Usually alley fights got knives.

Ellie drops her knee onto Skye’s stomach shouting at her. With a fistful of hair, Quinn begins punching Chelsea in the face! Repeatedly throwing her fist down much to the displeasure of the crowd! Clumsily, Skye is able to block her face best she can to avoid any blood being drawn. Seeing that her method isn’t going to work, Quinn kicks Chelsea over into another single leg crab. The leg is completely twerk into the hold. Throughout the hold, the champion stomps down onto the back of Chelsea’s head trying to draw some blood that way! It isn’t easy with how Skye begins to roll. She is screaming and using all the strength she has to drag the two of them towards the ropes. It does nothing but in a bizarre twist, Chelsea actually drags herself under the ropes and off the apron! Doing so causes Ellie to be caught, by the throat, on the ropes! The Champion drops backwards gagging!

LINCOLN PHELPS: There’s a joke here somewhere…

GREYSON MARKS: I’m going to ignore you.

On the ground, Chelsea is grabbing at her leg. She takes these precious moments to collect herself. However, there is not much time with her competitor climbing up onto the apron. Springing down Quinn tries to catch Skye with a diving crossbody!

BUT

Chelsea rolls out of the way!! The champion slams onto the unforgiving ground below! Her entire body spazzes from the abrupt pain from impact. Both of them, in some pain, stir from the ground. It is Skye who makes the first move grabbing Ellie by the back of her head to slam her face first into the apron. She slams her head down repeatedly! Even with the impact it hasn’t drawn any blood! A final SLAM causes Quinn to drop backwards on the floor. Chelsea digs under the ring to pull out a few more chairs tossing them around Quinn’s body! With a few breaths, Chelsea climbs back into the ring then onto the turnbuckle. She draws a line straight towards Quinn’s body!

GREYSON MARKS: Is… She doing what I think she’s doing?!

LINCOLN PHELPS: Too many hits to the head this match. Not enough bleeding!

GREYSON MARKS: I’m going to ignore you again.

Off of the top rope, SKYE’S THE LIMIT right onto the champion’s body! It connects! Both women are completely sprawled out as the crowd CHEERS!! A HOLYSHIT chant begins.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Ouch. That looked painful.

GREYSON MARKS: If Chelsea can get back up from that then it’ll be easy to draw some blood from the champion. It doesn’t look like either woman is moving though.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Have you ever thought about how thick our skin is?

GREYSON MARKS: Because neither of them is bleeding yet?

LINCOLN PHELPS: I just feel like one of them should have brought in a switch blade or something.

Both of the women begin to climb to their feet. A bit clumsily but they instantly begin trading blows! In a small gap, Chelsea grabs one of the chairs swinging it recklessly but misses! Instead of trying to swing again she simply throws the chair straight into the champion’s face! WHACK! Quinn stumbles backwards towards the barrier. Meanwhile, Chelsea looks around for something else to draw blood from the champion and locates a set of brass knuckles. With a smile, she loops her fingers through them. Skye climbs back into the ring waiting for Quinn. Both of them look spent at this time. With the new weapon, Chelsea is looking to end the match. She begins taunting the champion standing in the ring.

Even though it’s a little bit of a struggle, Ellie climbs back into the ring. She glares at Chelsea spewing some nasty words. They don’t seem to upset the Nightmare Angel like before. With a swift jab, Chelsea tries to hit Quinn right between the eyes! It just BARELY misses the mark catching the side of her face! In retaliation, Ellie launches her forearm! The damage is enough to cause her challenger to stumble backwards.

From the outside, Jodi Turner tosses Quinn her signature baseball bat! Ellie releases an almost animalistic shout! Tired of Chelsea—she SLAMS the baseball bat into Chelsea’s stomach before swinging it up into her face! It is enough to BUST open Skye’s nose. Impossible to miss the spray of blood in the air and dripping onto the mat, the referee calls for the bell!

DING DING DING!!!

NINA LAWRENCE: Your winner, and STILL Victory Champion… ELLIE QUINN!!

Even after the bell rings, Quinn gives Chelsea a few more swings of the bat until the woman is down on the map. With a smirk, Ellie bends down, yanking the brass knuckles off of Chelsea’s hand. She puts them on herself! After getting the Victory Championship belt, she rolls out of the ring and up the ramp!

GREYSON MARKS: That was completely unnecessary.

LINCOLN PHELPS: All’s fair… in love and blood matches.. I don’t know. Whatever! I was right though, someone should have brought in a knife.

GREYSON MARKS: They were trying to draw some blood, not kill each other.

SEASON 2, UNLEASHED 3

LIVE FROM THE SILVER STATE BALLROOM IN RENO, NV

AUGUST 6, 2022

SPECIAL CHALLENGE

GORGO vs EMMALEE

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BEST OF FIVE SERIES: MATCH FOUR

IGNIS vs LUTHER THUNDER

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HANDICAP MATCH

CODA vs QUEENS OF VIOLENCE

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SILVER STATE CHAMPIONSHIP

JACK MOREAU vs MELODY SLAYTON

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KASEY VEX vs JESSICA ANDERSON

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KENDRICK KROSS vs ARIA

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DAYNA BARRETT vs MAX IRONSIDE

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MARK STORM vs REYNA CARTER

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CRYSTAL ZDUNICH vs CLIFF MORGAN

The seven competitors are in the ring as Nina Lawrence steps forward and holds her mic.

NINA LAWRENCE: The following match is an IRONMAN match with the winner being crowned the NEW Impulse champion.

DING! DING! DING!

As soon as the match starts, Jurgen Kaiser turns and throws his leg up, kicking Brandon Hendrix in the back of the head, sending him down. Angel seems to take great glee at this and then grabs Betsy Granger blasting her with a hard right hand going right after one of the fan favorites from season one. Emily Williams and Jensen Lane also go at it. Meanwhile Joe Montuori raises an eyebrow, leans against the top rope in the corner and watches the chaos unfold as the other six throw rights and lefts. Jurgen hits the ropes, ducks a right from Brandon Hendrix and double spears Jensen and Emily down. Angel grabs Betsy by the hair and rams her face repeatedly into the top rope. Joe tilts his head and just continues watching.

LINCOLN PHELPS: And here we go, straight into the action…

GREYSON MARKS: Everyone is hitting and striking anything and anyone in front of them, except Joe Montuori. He seems to be happy to watch and study.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Man I want to poke him with a stick, everything we’ve heard about with Joe and he ain’t doin shit…

Angel throws Betsy from the ring and follows out, Jurgen spins and connects with a Poison Kick on Hendrix taking him down, but before he can take advantage Joe Montuori grabs Jurgen and drops him with a half nelson suplex!. Angel slides in the ring behind Joe and Jurgen and jumps on Hendrix.

ONE

TWO

THREE!

Angel gets a pinfall and a point!

Angel: 1

Everyone Else: 0

Angel laughs as Betsy Granger slides in behind Angel, she runs forward as Angel turns on her knee and gets a dropkick right to the chest, Betsy jumps on Angel and starts throwing rights and lefts over and over again, Joe Montuori, who knows Betsy very very well grabs Betsy from behind and hits another half nelson suplex this time on Betsy, Jurgen pulls himself up and as Jensen Lane gets in the ring and Jurgen blasts her with a discuss knee strike. Emily Williams jumps on Joe Montuoris back, Joe throws Emily off and down and as she turns and gets up ,and Joe flattens her with the JKO. He goes for the pin.

ONE

TWO

THREE!

Joe Montuori pins Emily Williams and gets a point.

Angel: 1

Joe Montuori: 1

Everyone Else: 0

GREYSON MARKS: Angel and Joe Montuori are both out there with a point each, Angel showed how smart she was and snuck right in there.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Angel is someone who in Season One showed how dangerous she is. She keeps improving and that is scary for everyone involved…

Jensen slides around and rolls up Brandon Hendrix from behind with a schoolgirl.

ONE

TWO

THREE!

Jensen Lane pins Brandon Hendrix for a point.

Angel, Joe Montuori and Jensen Lane: 1

Everyone else: 0

Jurgen Kaiser, as Emily Williams gets up is there ready and waiting, Jurgen flies off with another poison kick, Emily ducks and instead Jurgen lays out Betsy Granger!. Betsy goes down and Jurgen goes for the pin.

ONE

TWO

THREE!

Jurgen Kaiser pins Betsy Granger for one point!

Angel, Joe Montuori, Jensen Lane and Jurgen Kaiser: 1

Emily Williams, Betsy Granger and Brandon Hendrix: 0

Joe shakes his head, he leaps up and hits Emily with another JKO, then turns and hits Jurgen, then Brandon, then Jensen! Every single one of them falling to Joe’s finisher, he then smiles and points at Angel going for it on her, Angel though shoves Joe off into the ropes, Joe hits his chest on the ropes and Angel spins him around kicking him in the stomach and dropping him with a DDT. Joe’s head bounces off the mat and Angel pops to her feet throwing her arms around the ring with a maniacal laugh. Emily Williams sits up looking confused and out of it, Angel runs forward and blasts Emily in the face with the go to hell! She pins.

ONE

TWO

THREE!

Angel pins Emily Williams to take a one point lead.

Angel: 2

Joe, Jurgen, Jensen: 1

Emily, Betsy, Brandon: 0

LINCOLN PHELPS: And Angel takes the lead with just under ten minutes to go.

GREYSON MARKS: Joe Montuori laid almost everyone out there, he went wild with that JKO frenzy.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Angel could be the Impulse champion!

Angel measures up Jensen Lane, calling for the go to hell again, as she runs in though Jurgen Kaiser cuts her off with a roundhouse kick to the face. Betsy Granger then walks into a vicious snap headbutt from Brandon Hendrix, but this dazes Henrix as well, he turns right into another JKO.

ONE

TWO

THREE!

Joe Montuori pins Brandon Hendrix to tie with angel.

Angel, Joe: 2

Jensen, Jurgen: 1

Emily, Brandon, Betsy: 0

GREYSON MARKS: Joe Montuori and Angel are tied with very little time left!

LINCOLN PHELPS: Oi that’s the issue with a Ironman match we could have a bloody tie…

GREYSON MARKS: This is intense…

Angel slides around behind Joe, Joe turns and Angel jumps up hitting a dropkick right to his chest sending him down, Jurgen throws Emily williams into the corner and starts laying in hard kicks right to the second generation stars chest and body, Jensen Lane jumps on Jurgens back trying to stop him from destroying Emily, Jurgen throws Jensen into the corner asd well, he steps back and hits the poison kick on Jensen sending her down, then Emily steps out and gets one as well. Brandon Hendrix runs in and takes out Jurgen with a fall of the guard!. Getsy tackles Brandon out of the ring. Angel runs and blasts Jensen with a go to hell! But before she can pin her, Joe Grabs Angel and tosses her from the ring as the final ten second starts. He covers Jensen.

ONE

TWO

THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

NINA LAWRENCE: Here is your winner and NEW PRO WRESTLING EXCELLENCE IMPULSE CHAMPION…JOE MONTUORI!

Joe Montuori: 3

Angel: 2

Jurgen, Jensen: 1

Emily, Betsy, Brandon: 0

INFINITE PRO WRESTLING PRESENTS:

ADRENALINE VII.

LIVE! from The OVO Arena Wembley in London, England.

Sunday, August 14th, 2022.

7:00 P.M. (GMT) – On The XHF Network.

SEGMENTS:

More names to be announced for the Royal Crown Rumble! Who will be the next to be confirmed for the list?

Cross Recoba has lost the Infinite Pro National Openweight Championship due to shady business once again, a second time that this has happened with his losses, how can he bounce back from this and what does The Fox have in mind for a supposed rematch?

Welcome to the Cummerdome! The Jamrockers have finally added some gold to their waists—or, at least to Touchdown’s waist only—so now, it’s time for a party! And everyone’s invited!

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MAIN EVENT — TAG TEAM MATCH

IF ANA AND MYOJIN WIN, THE DEAD END EXPRESS -- HANK EXEMPTED -- ARE BANNED FROM ALL SHOWS UNTIL ROYAL CROWN

IF THE DEAD END EXPRESS WINS, HANK CHOOSES THE STIPULATION FOR THE MATCH AT ROYAL CROWN

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ANA SOMNIA and MYOJIN vs THE DEAD END EXPRESS.

HEADLINER

EL REY vs SPIKE KANE

MIDCARD

AARON ASPHYXIA vs SAVANNAH SUNSHINE

OPENER

XOLTOL HUN vs JOHNNY FIVE

NINA LAWRENCE: The following match is the over the top rope Elimination Excellence Exhibition match….

DING! DING! DING!

The match begins with Savannah Sunshine and Jason Long coming to the middle of the ring everyone else steps back knowing their history and what went on between them. Jason shakes his head as Savnnah unleashes on him pointing her finger. Jason puts his hands up and steps back, Savannah keeps stepping forward backing him up into the ropes. Jason then has enough and blasts her with a right hand, this sets off the other four as Beryl and Maladi go at it and Paul Montouri and Wraith square off with hard rights and lefts. Jason pulls Savannah up and picks her up on his shoulder going to the ropes, he tries to dump Savannah over but she kicks her legs, lands behind Jason and hits the ropes coming at him with a head of steam, Jason moves and tries to through Savannah over the tope, she grabs the rope and lands on the apron before blasting Jason with a hard right hand.

GREYSON MARKS: The former lovers quarrel!

LINCOLN PHELPS: We don’t need this kind of drama in PWE!

GREYSON MARKS: What?..of course we do it creates buzz…

LINCOLN PHELPS: BUZZ DEEZ NUTS GREYSON

Beryl runs to the ropes to take out Savannah, Savannah dodges her and kicks up hitting Beryl in the chest, she stumbles back and right into Wraith who grabs her by the arm anfd head throwing Beryl up and over the top rope to the floor.

Beryl Weird has been eliminated.

Wraith smirks, Savannah jumps and hits a kick to Jason who stumbles to the center of the ring, Savannah cllimbes to the top and throws herself up and off with a crossbody onto Jason, she lands and hits hard right hands over and over again. The two keep fighting and get tangled up in the ropes. Paul Montouri runs across the ring and ducks down grabbing both Jason and Savannah by the legs and lifts them up to dump them both over to the floor!

Jason Long and Savannah Sunshine have been eliminated!

LINCOLN PHELPS: Their personal issues cost them both

GREYSON MARKS: They used to be so in love…what went wrong?

LINCOLN PHELPS: Pffft bitches be crazy

GREYSON MARKS: Would you listen to yourself?

Long and Savannah stare at each other outside the ring yelling back and forth before running and tackling each other down rolling on the floor throwing hard right hands. The crowd goes nuts asd Maladi tilts her head watching them, Paul comes up behind Maladi and tries to eliminate her, she grabs the top rope and holds on, she then kicks Paul through the ropes and gets back in, as Wraith comes up she blasts him with a right hand, turns and kicks Paul Montouri right in the daddy bags. Paul drops to his knees Maladi hits the ropes and slams into him with her running knee the Cyanide smoothie!. Paul goes down and Maladi pops up, Wraith comes up from behind and grabs Maladi by the tights and dumps her over the tope rope to the floor leaving just Wraith and Paul.

Maladi has been eliminated!

LINCOLN PHELPS: Final two!...Wraith who in Season One was a bit of a breakout star toward the end and Paul Montouri whos brother Joe put in a great performance earli9er tonight.

GREYSOIN MARKS: You never want to be shown up by your older brother…

Wraith and Paul explode at one another with hard right hands, Paul clearly still out of it after getting kicked in the nuts and kneed in the head, but still fighting, Wraith backs Paul up and goes to dump him over, Paul grabs the top rope and therows his elbow back connecting with Wraith right on the forehead, Wraith stumbles back and Paul runs forward with a hard Lariat sending Wraith down, Paul pulls him up and goes to dump Wraith out, Wraith turns and spins grabbing Paul and dumping him out, Paul grabs the top rope and lands on the apron, Wraith turns and throws his leg up kicking Paul off the apron to the floor!

DING DING DING!

NINA LAWRENCE: Paul Montouri has been eliminated. Your winner…WRAITH!

Wraith celebrates with his hands held high. Paul sits on the ground, throwing his hair back behind his ear and shaking his head. Once more. But not the end.

The crowd at the House of Blues: Orlando cheers loudly as the lights go down a bit, dimming across the stage. The repetitive drumming and guitar riff begins, a new song, something that the crowd isn’t familiar with.

“DO YOU WANNA START A CULT WITH ME?”

“MANTRA” by Bring Me the Horizon blares across the speakers as Ophelia Knight steps out onto the stage. She pauses at the top, smiling a bit as she waves to a couple of people in the crowd, dressed in her usual attire of a designer dress, silhouette cut, and her heels. She is Charlie-less, which is rare. However, she heads for the ring, walking directly across ramp and stepping into the center of it. In her hands she holds a microphone. She glances around at the crowd for a moment, waiting as her music dies out. The crowd cheers for the illustrious leader of PWE, which isn’t the same for owners across wrestling promotions.

But it is here.

OPHELIA KNIGHT: Thank you, everyone. Thanks. I appreciate it. Honestly, I think the thing that we can all appreciate the most is that Pro Wrestling EXCELLENCE did not fall by the wayside in any way, shape or form! We can absolutely appreciate that, right?!

The crowd pops as she smiles.

OPHELIA KNIGHT: It’s true. When Charlie and I made a decision, we thought that perhaps we’d created something too big for ourselves to handle. Too big to continue pushing without a lot of help, a lot more support in ways that we needed. We needed to downsize, needed to stop travelling, needed to find our home before we expanded. Orlando has always been my home, so what better place to sign bi-weekly leasing space for than in Disney, the happiest place on Earth? So here we are.

She nods at the crowd cheers again.

OPHELIA KNIGHT: However, with all things…we still continue to expand. We will be continuing to perform in other countries, as well as other areas of the United States as we go, but in order to provide excellence in entertainment…we have to reach the midwest, where wrestlers tend to not go. The Rocky Mountains are, in most cases, avoided because they’re so high up. But you know what? We will not avoid.

The crowd rumbles, though they don’t necessarily cheer.

OPHELIA KNIGHT: Our goal is to be excellent. To provide excellence. And that means…we will also be wrestling in Colorado. Yep. You heard it. PWE will be coming to Colorado during CONQUEST.

GREYSON MARKS: THE ANNOUNCeMENT IS HERE! We knew it would happen soon.

LINCOLN PHELPS: I knew before you. I’m on the show…

GREYSON MARKS: What? You?!

LINCOLN PHELPS: You act like I’m not a fuckin’ consumate professional.

GREYSON MARKS: ….because…you…you aren’t.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Oi, you can go play hide and go fuck yourself, mate.

OPHELIA KNIGHT: At the end of every month, CONQUEST will air on Hulu along side our VICTORY programming. It will feature different wrestlers and have completely different championships than VICTORY’s. But just because it isn’t our first brand doesn’t mean it’s a B-Brand, or a developmental brand. They feature different kinds of competitors, and has a variety of other features that VICTORY will not have. We will be in Breckenridge, Colorado. And here…is my staff.

Ophelia looks up at the stage, where five people have come to stand on it with a smile on each of their faces. She grins, placing a hand on her hip, but first turns to the commentary table.

OPHELIA KNIGHT: At the commentary table, we will have Lincoln Phelps reprise his role there as well as here on VICTORY. He provides color commentary to the best of his ability and I am absolutely certain that Lincoln will continue to do this at CONQUEST.

Lincoln waves hand in the air, absolutely cheesed at the fact that Greyson is pouting now. Ophelia gestures to the stage. A brunette woman steps forward with long bangs and a smile on her face. She waves.

OPHELIA KNIGHT: He will be joined by Valerie Casias, a Breckenridge native that will give some perspective on the area, as well as provide Play-By-Play commentary for the matches.

Val steps back, allowing another to step forward. A grungy-looking emo kid does so, his beanie over his brunette hair that sticks out beneath the rim and a few piercings decorating his face. Ophelia is clearly known for hiring the alternative community.

OPHELIA KNIGHT: Cameron McCallaghan is a man who knows wrestling backwards and forwards, and will be announcing matches for CONQUEST, as well as providing commentary for higher profile matches. He may look like a scuzz, but he’s quite interested in his roll here at PWE and I’m sure will be able to do well in his new position.

She gestures towards a male with a more clean cut look.

OPHELIA KNIGHT: Jackson Hammitt will be providing interviews with wrestlers throughout the evenings. Another Colorado native, he has been a long time wrestling fan and is just brimming with excitement. And finally…

A colorful woman steps forward. One that’s known to the wrestling community. One that works for House of Wrestling and Infinite Pro. Instead of stopping like the others, she makes her way down to the ring, her rainbow colored hair bouncing behind her as she walks with her ripped up jeans and her t-shirt, stepping into the ring as if she’s done it for many years. Because she has.

OPHELIA KNIGHT: There is no one that I would enjoy having more than Aaron Asphyxia to be my general manager for CONQUEST. She knows the area, she knows wrestling, and she is absolutely of the kind to run things appropriately and fervently.

Ophelia hands her the microphone. Aaron takes it with a smile and she looks around at the crowd.

AARON ASPHYXIA: Aren’t we all going to be great friends?

The crowd boos slightly – Aaron isn’t known for her cheerful disposition anywhere else, and here? It’s just the same. She rolls her eyes slightly, but the smile doesn’t leave her face.

AARON ASPHYXIA: Knew it. Regardless, I don’t really care what you all have to think since you know…you’re Florida. And nothing good comes out of a place where they ban curriculum and let a bunch of people be teachers that don’t know how to do…like, anything. ANYWAY!

More boos, but she doesn’t seem to care.

AARON ASPHYXIA: CONQUEST already has a wonderful tournament planned for our ZODIAC CHAMPIONSHIP! Entitled the Trial of the Zodiac, competitors will be fighting in a two night event. The first night, August 28th, will hold the preliminary matches, up to deciding who will go to the finals. Eight competitors begin, only two will– no.

She grins.

AARON ASPHYXIA: That would make it too easy, right? You’ll notice on the championship that there are medallion slots. You must earn the medallion in your matches. The first four matches will be medallion holders. But not all four will get a shot at the championship. At the end of the night, those four will be locked in one on one battles with one another to determine who goes onto the final. Each will hold two medallions at that time. But even…that isn’t enough. Because there are six medallions.

She points up at the graphic that lies on the screen, one of the Zodiac Championship.

AARON ASPHYXIA: Sorry, would have it present, but you know. It’s being finished. Regardless, the Con quest Medallions are considered wild cards. They have a choice to make prior to their match. It is not announced. It is not given. It is shared with me and me only. Those competitors will then get the same opportunity provided to the rest. Is it a fair system? No, but I wouldn’t like it any other way.

The crowd doesn’t necessarily like this, but nevertheless, they cheer for the championship and the new show a bit.

AARON ASPHYXIA: That being said…would you like to see the competitors?

A positive pop. Aaron nods.

AARON ASPHYXIA: All right then.

She glances up at the screen, and the graphic now that displays.

AARON ASPHYXIA: Your competitors are here. Competitors, I know you’re watching. Look at it. Learn it. Understand it. Start doing your research now, because on the 28th of August, you won’t have a chance to make a mistake. One of you will be the Zodiac Champion…but who wants it enough?

She grins, drops the mic and then steps back as the cameras go to commercial once more.

Everything is peaceful backstage.

The camera cuts to a group of ring crew members as they chat and put their items away. A few feet away, two referees are discussing the latest Kevin Durant trade rumors. A couple of wrestlers pass by as they venture to catering and the locker room area.

The door to the arena nearly flies off the hinges in the midst of the serenity. This causes everyone to turn their heads.

The loud clicking of heels upon cement can be heard as a woman makes her grand appearance. She’s adorned in a gray and black fur coat, a black top with match pants, and a crimson pair of Michael Kors open-toed booties. She is immediately surrounded by four men black suits.

.PAAK: HEEEEELLLLLLOOOOOOO!

Her greeting is met with silence. Not out of rudeness, but more so out of shock and surprise. A slight frown creeps across her face for a brief moment, but she doesn’t allow the cold welcome to keep her down. Instead, she selects the least shaky ring crew member and walks over to them.

.PAAK: You crewmen are always in the know. Fancy telling me where Kanna is? Hmm?

He responds by pointing to the women’s locker room.

.PAAK: Thanks, darling.

.PAAK turns and snaps her fingers at one of her attendants before she treks off down the hall. That attendant hands the crew member a small gift bag filled with God knows what. The camera quickly catches up with .PAAK as she heads into the locker room.

.PAAK: KANNA!

Kanna Verger, who was currently digging through her bag, startles! Whatever she was looking for is quickly forgotten while she searches for the source of the voice. Kanna brightens upon seeing friend.

KANNA VERGER: My— Ah!

She pauses for a second then shrugs off whatever confusion plagues her.

KANNA VERGER: It is good to see you. Have you come to check out the first show?

.PAAK: I came to cheer you on, darling. A promise is a promise! I bought out a whole section by the entrance ramp.

.PAAK lets out a tiny laugh. Kanna’s eyes widen.

.PAAK: Oh, before I forget―

She snaps her fingers once again. Two attendants step forward. One hands Kanna a massive bouquet of yellow roses; the other hands her a basket of baked goods. The other of them bow and return to .PAAK’s side.

.PAAK: There’s also an American Express gift card there with the baked goods. Don’t eat it, though. Terrible taste!

KANNA VERGER: O-oh… You did not have to go through all this trouble, but thank you. I… Will not eat it.

Kanna’s face is semi-buried into the flowers blocking most of her smile. She lowers the flowers trying to balance them with the basket. Looking through the basket, Kanna actually takes one to munch on.

KANNA VERGER: Mh! Is *she* here too?

.PAAK: It’s no trouble. You’re worth it!

.PAAK smiles.

.PAAK: And you mean Milena? Of course!

If it’s possible, this seems to brighten Kanna even more.

KANNA VERGER: I… Really appreciate this.

The black-suited security detail twists their heads to focus on the arrival of another person. The intruder, in question, struts into view. Carrying a black bag underneath a healthy portion of her black, feather coat, the figure of pure antagonism that is ULTRA Kyoto stares at the people in her field of vision. First, she eyes the security people and scoffs. Next, she analyzes Kanna, looking her up and down before cocking an eyebrow. Yet, it’s what happens upon .PAAK, her expression sours entirely, not that it was too far of an advancement from her prior expression.

ULTRA KYOTO: You. I remember you.

As she advances, one of .PAAK’s associates put a hand on her shoulder, advising her to step back.

ULTRA KYOTO: Do you care to put your little mutts to heel? Because this can be taken as assault. They aren’t authorized to be here as far as I know.

.PAAK snaps her fingers. The attendant nods and backs away. Kanna, on the other hand, sets her gifts down. She frowns at the visitor.

.PAAK: They are authorized to go wherever I go. It’s in the contract, darling.

She smiles. ULTRA rolls her eyes.

.PAAK: And I’m glad you remember me! Oh, the times we had.

The Pretty Reaper sends some wayward glares towards the attendants. One of which even defends himself by motioning to .PAAK. Before ULTRA continues, she turns her attention to Kanna.

ULTRA KYOTO: I’m sorry. It’s rude of me not to introduce myself. After all, you may be a champion like me by the end of the night. I’m ULTRA Kyoto. You don’t need to introduce yourself, though. Everyone should know your name.

Kanna’s face softens, looking more confused than anything. Her eyes flee to .PAAK for some sort of answer. .PAAK remains silent. Though, there’s a smirk on her face. When it doesn’t come she simply straightens up and offers ULTRA her hand.

KANNA VERGER: It is still polite. Hello, I’m Kanna Verger.

ULTRA hesitates, but decides to shake Kanna’s hand.

ULTRA KYOTO: Good luck tonight.

Kanna offers a short smile and nods to acknowledge it. After such, ULTRA fixates back to .PAAK.

ULTRA KYOTO: Are you…stalking me? Shouldn’t you be throwing yourself off a scaffold or something? Deathmatch stuff? Why are you even here?

ULTRA puts up her free hand with a wide gasp.

ULTRA KYOTO: Not that there’s anything wrong with that! I’m just curious!

.PAAK lets out a chuckle.

.PAAK: Stalkers don’t sign contracts, silly!

A moment passes.

.PAAK: Well, tonight, here to support Kanna. Tis’ a big day for her, afterall. But in general? I’m here to have a little fun! You like a little fun, don’t you, ULTRA?

ULTRA’s body tenses, but she releases said feelings with a heavy sigh.

ULTRA KYOTO: That’s not entirely true. Stalkers do stupid things all the time. But. That’s not the point right now. .PAAK, your definition of fun isn’t mine. As much as Reika wanted us to bond through our matches, I’m not a freak. So, you stay in your lane, and I’ll stay in mine. Now, if you’ll excuse me, ladies, I have to get going. I can’t stand to be in this arena anymore.

She brushes past both women before coming in front of an attendant. ULTRA growls, leading to her getting the exit she desires. Once out of frame, the camera comes back onto .PAAK and Kanna.

.PAAK: She thinks I’m a freak!?

Her question is followed by some wild laughter.

.PAAK: How intriguing!

KANNA VERGER: She is…

Her eyes trail towards the door before she shakes her head. Kanna simply turns back to gather up her stuff. .PAAK steps forward and gives her a huge hug.

.PAAK: Make sure you slaughter them all tonight, okay!? I’ll be waiting for you afterwards.

.PAAK pulls back and snaps her fingers for the last time as everyone follows her out of the room, leaving Kanna alone to prepare.

The lights in the House Of Blues go out, plunging the Orlando fans into darkness. A lit fuze sizzles across the video screen, leading to an explosion of pyro around the entrance stage. The sound of a gunshot and a car peeling out, then the opening guitar riff for No Resolve’s “UNKILLABLE” shred across the PA speakers.

I MET THE DEVIL

HE WANTED ME DEAD

BUT INSTEAD

I PUT A MOTHERFUCKIN’

BULLET IN HIS HEAD

YEAH!

Dane Preston's silhouette can be seen slowly coming through the curtains as he steps out onto the stage. Nodding his masked head to the beat of the music, he extends an arm in front of him, the other behind him as he struts down the ramp. A single spotlight shines down on the six foot, three inch, two hundred and fifty-five pound fighter as he slowly stalks his way to the ring, clad in a sleeveless leather duster.

YOU BROKE ME DOWN, THE CUTS AND THE BRUISES

I HOLD THE KNIFE NOW, I'M CUTTING MY NOOSES

I WEAR THE BLOOD STAINS LIKE BADGES OF HONOR

I'LL TAKE EVERY BULLET BECAUSE I'M A SURVIVOR

BITCH!

After scaling the ring steps, Preston slowly snaps his head from side to side before climbing into the ring and shrugging off his duster. He makes his way to his corner and climbs to the second rope where he points finger guns at the fans before snatching his mask off his head and throwing it out to them. Hopping down, Dane squats in the corner, arms outstretched as he grips the second rope with both hands awaiting his opponent.

"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"

The lights begin to flicker as “LOCO” by MGK plays over the PA system. The crowd all stand on their feet giving the lanky LCP a mixture of Cheers and Boos as he pops out from behind the curtain. Dressed in a full length robe that is sparkling in the lights.

Halfway down the ramp Lewis holds his arms out and spins and then finally locks eyes with Dane who is snarling. Lewis smiles and gets a little extra pep in his step. Finally ringside Lewis scans the fans front row and runs over to his wife who is sitting ringside. He gives her a kiss on the cheek and climbs up onto the apron. He spins towards the hard cam and simply holds his arms out wide. Once in the ring Lewis drops the robe and he’s merely wearing a tank top and some cargo shorts. He rolls up the robe and tosses it out to the time keeper. In one act of defiance Lewis winks at Dane and gives him a big goofy wave.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Look at my boi LCP. Nothing but confidence.

GREYSON MARKS: I’m not sure. Dane has been on top of his game for months now and LCP has been…. Well he’s been somewhere.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Yeah out with his bangin wife. My boy got game!

GREYSON MARKS: Maybe so but Dane’s got two…

LINCOLN PHELPS: One for each personality.

Once the bell rings LCP rushes at PRESTON. With a quick sidestep and shove in the back Preston laughs and cracks his neck. The gangly Lewis snarls as he once again drives headfirst towards Dane. Dane once again sidesteps Lewis and sends him in the corner. Lewis crashes hard as Dane smiles. Lewis is stuck in the corner as Dane lifts Lewis’ face to meet his and cracks a smile. Dane reaches back with an open palm, and right as he is about to chop Lewis, Lewis curls up in defense. Dane stops and taps Lewis on the top of the head like a child.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Stop treating my boy like he’s a toy!

DANE PRESTON: Bitch. That’s one.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Rude!

Dane saunters away from Lewis but it was a minor mistake as Lewis leaps on his back like a spider monkey and fumbles around for a moment before eventually lucking into a sleeper hold. HOWEVER… Lewis forgets to intertwine his arms for leverage and the hold does nothing to Dane, who merely walks around the ring faking like he’s getting drowsy. Lewis feels confident but it was short lived as Dane grabs him by the top of the head and flings him to the ground. Dane raises a boot and on instinct Lewis curls up. Dane lightly taps him with the toe of his boot, and bends down to Lewis’ face.

DANE PRESTON: Bitch, That’s two.

GREYSON MARKS: Preston is controlling everything. From the pace, to what’s happening. Dane is in total control.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Come on LCP! You got this! I don’t care how handsome he is!

Dane postures to the crowd for a moment, laughing as Lewis as he drags himself up to his feet. Lewis slaps himself in the face a few times to get the blood flowing. As Dane turns around Lewis unloads with a massive chop, but the impact doesn’t really do much to Dane. Dane holds both hands out and waves for Lewis to chop him again, and Lewis obliges.

DANE PRESTON: Come on bitch. You gotta do better than that!

LINCOLN PHELPS: Make him eat those words!

Lewis reaches back and swings full force at Dane who quickly ducks under, causing Lewis to spin around and quickly locks him up in a full-nelson.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Dammit!

Dane rag dolls Lewis left and right. His gangly limbs flying everywhere, then with a thunderous boom Lewis is driven to the mat. Dane hooks a leg.

ONE!

TWO!

Dane cockily pulls up Lewis’ arm and gets right in Lewis’ face.

DANE PRESTON: That’s three. Playtime is over Bitch.

LINCOLN PHELPS: What a dick! How do people like this guy?

GREYSON MARKS: When you’re better than the people who call you out…. You can be a little arrogant.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Aren’t we supposed to be unbiased?

GREYSON MARKS: I could say the same for you….

Dane pulls Lewis up by the back of the head. Groggily Lewis stands there, eyes glazed over more than usual. Dane grabs hold of Lewis and sends him flying with a release belly to belly suplex. From the force Lewis slides out onto the mat with a sickening thud. Dane postures to the crowd for a moment.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Come on Lewis. Don’t let him….

GREYSON MARKS: What’s going on?

Ophelia Pain-Pinkston leans over the guard rail and slyly hands something to Lewis who quickly shoves it in his pants, then whispers something to his wife who just nods. Dane rolls out under the bottom rope and picks up Lewis and whips him into the barricade. Lewis slides down into a seated position. Dane begins stomping on Lewis over and over again.

GREYSON MARKS: It’s not the turnbuckle but Dane is using the barricade just the same.

Proud of his work Dane grabs Lewis by the top of the head and drags him over to the announce table. Laying Lewis out on the top. Dane drives a few elbows into the sternum and smacks Lewis across the face a few times.

Lewis reaches into his pocket.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Is that what I think it is?

GREYSON MARKS: I think so.

A half conscious Lewis flings the sand in the face of Dane. Blinded Dane swings wildly, but Lewis ducks under and drives Dane, spine first into the ring apron. Then again. Lewis shoves Dane to the floor and hops up on the apron and sits there holding his arms out, much to the chagrin of the fans. Lewis waves them off and stands up on the apron. Lewis begins to scream at Dane to get up.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Kick his fu——

GREYSON MARKS: Freaking.

LINCOLN PHELPS: head off!

Dane manages to get to his feet as Lewis runs across the apron and rears back to kick Dane in the head, but Dane manages to duck at the last second. Lewis stumbles on the apron as Dane hops up on the apron and grabs Lewis from behind. Lewis grabs the top rope as Dane tries to lift him.

GREYSON MARKS: Looks like Lewis has maybe learned something over the break.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Unfortunately it seems short lived.

Dane elbows Lewis in the back of the head over and over again until Lewis’ grip loosens on the rope. Dane manages to lift Lewis and German suplexes Lewis on the apron. Both men land hard with Lewis taking the brunt. Dane rolls under the ropes and grabs Lewis by the leg and drags him under and goes for the pin. Meanwhile Ophelia Pain-Pinkston has hopped over the barricade and approached the ring. Dane leans on Lewis, hooking no leg.

ONE!

TWO!

Ophelia Pain-Pinkston grabs Lewis’ leg and puts it on the bottom rope causing a break.

LINCOLN PHELPS: LCP IS STILL IN THIS!!

GREYSON MARKS: Maybe that’s not a good thing.

Dane stands up and looks around, seeing Ophelia, a furious Dane leans over the top rope and begins yelling at her. She waves him off and turns around. Lewis slowly comes to and grabs Dane and schoolboy pins him.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Lewis smiles slightly, as a frustrated Dane slams the mat and gets to his feet. Dane whips Lewis into the ropes and sets up for the 1SK.

GREYSON MARKS: Good night sweet prince.

LINCOLN PHELPS: It was fun while it lasted.

But as Lewis gets closer he falls to his knees and in this exact moment Ophelia leaps onto the apron, distracting the ref. As Dane extends his leg, Lewis straight punches Dane in the baby maker.

LINCOLN PHELPS: JUSTICE!!!

Dane crumbles to the mat, as Lewis goes for a pin and Ophelia hops off the apron. The ref turns around and goes for the cover.

ONE

TWO!

Kick out by Dane. Lewis takes a deep breath and crawls over to the ropes. Dane picks himself up as Lewis runs at him, planting a leg on Danes.

LINCOLN PHELPS: CHRONIC KICK!

Dane falls flat on his back as Lewis looks over the downed man, and musters all his strength and climbs to the top rope.

LINCOLN PHELPS: CREATE YOUR LEGACY LEWIS!

PLACENTIA BORN!

Lewis flys through the air but at the last possible second Dane rolls out of the way as Lewis splats on the mat.

GREYSON MARKS: That’s why they call it high risk.

Dane goes on the attack and grabs Lewis by the collar and drags him to his feet.

Dane looks to be setting up for the Redline but Lewis elbows Dane several times. Lewis somehow manages to get back control of Dane and puts him in a sleeper. But as it’s Lewis it’s not fully tightened. Dane decides to play along and goes down to a seated position as Lewis gives Ophelia a thumbs up. Still playing possum Dane let’s his arm fall for the one count.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Don’t fall for it Lewis! You’ve gotta…

GREYSON MARKS: What is she doing?

Ophelia is digging something up under the ring by Dane’s corner.

The ref raises Dane’s arm a second time and he allows it to falls lifelessly to the mat. Ophelia has grabbed something and throws it into the ring from Dane’s corner and ducks down under the apron out of the ref’s eyes.

LINCOLN PHELPS: What did she throw? Is—-is that a white towel!?!

It lands right in Dane’s lap as the ref lets go of his arm and signals for the bell. He walks over to the ring announcer.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Wait…. Did—- he…..

NINA LAWRENCE: The winner of this match by Admission of Defeat is LEEEEWWWWIIISSS CHAAAAADDD PINKSTOOOOOONNN!

LINCOLN PHELPS: THAT’S MY BOY! FUK BOIZ 4 LYFE!!!

GREYSON MARKS: There is no way this is going to stand… who could’ve possibly thrown it in for him?

LINCOLN PHELPS: Who the hell cares. This is what happens when you step in the ring with LCP! Expect the unexpected!

Lewis quickly lets go of Dane and rolls out of the ring backwards and onto the floor where he is met by Ophelia. Dane jumps to his feet screaming at the ref and yelling at Lewis while kicking the bottom rope. Lewis smiles and points to his head and then blows Dane a kiss.

The show comes back from a final break showcasing the XWF. We find ourselves at the head of the announcing table where Lincoln has his final drink of the night, as per usual, and Greyson is shaking his head. The House of Blues is, however, on their feet. The anticipation of the next match is already settling into the air. Everyone can tell it’s a moment to remember. The first moment of the season that will set the tone for the coming seasons.

LINCOLN PHELPS: It’s that time, mate.

GREYSON MARKS: It is, yes.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Excellence Championship time.

GREYSON MARKS: The gauntlet tonight is not a first in the history of PWE, but it is the first time that its happening for this match. And it makes sense. Kanna Verger obviously impressed at Strategic Assault, and is the first person from this new group of recruits to the company to have gotten a nudge. I hear Ophelia and Charlie immediately stated that Kanna could very well be the future of this company. And Issak Otto.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Otto is a known competitor across many different countries, and the fact that he’s brought his talents to PWE is huge. I’m stoked for his positivity.

GREYSON MARKS: But we can’t forget our old guard, so to speak. Klayton Kross is an entertainer, and I’m sure he is…

Greyson trails off, and he blinks slightly.

GREYSON MARKS: I’m getting a change to this match…

LINCOLN PHELPS: Hm. This late? It’s strange. But apparently, folks, are King of the Karaoke Machine at all staff get-togethers is now appearing second in this match. Wonder what prompted Charlie to make that change?

GREYSON MARKS: Either way, now Kanna has to contest against Klayton first. The german-bred Von Wolff…man, she’s going to be difficult to put down. Klayton, Issak and Allen Chaney are going to have difficulties keeping her down.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Aw, my man Allen. Looks like he had a bit of a rough spell, but after defeating literally everyone else in that rumble? He deserves it. He absolutely deserves it.

GREYSON MARKS: I think that’s why he was given the final spot in this gauntlet. The most fresh position, the best position to be, I think. Doesn’t have to fight through the other two, just the final. If it’s Kanna, you know she’s going to be tired from slot one. If it’s Klayton, same thing. They both start this match, they both will be exhausted by the time Chaney gets in there. And if there’s anything Chaney is determined to do…its get his hands on the EXCELLENCE CHAMPIONSHIP.

NINA LAWRENCE: THE FOLLOWING MATCH is scheduled as the EXCELLENCE GAUNTLET!

The crowd pops in return to Nina’s announcement. The young woman stands in the center of the ring, her entire outfit looking like an entire bag of diamonds dropped on her. She waits for the sold out crowd to quiet down before continuing.

NINA LAWERENCE: The first and second competitors of this match will compete in a match with standard rules applied. The only way to advance is to pin or submit your opponent. Once a competitor is pinned or submitted, the next competitor will enter the ring to continue the match. This will continue until all four competitors have spent time in the ring and either been pinned or submitted. The match is scheduled for a forty-five minute time limit, and will be considered a no contest in which the championship will not change hands.

Another pop from the crowd. Nina smiles, pauses, and then continues.

NINA LAWRENCE: INTRODUCING FIRST…

The imposing percussion tethered to the arrival of certain, red death sets the stage for the arrival of La Bete, the Gravedigger. Stepping out from behind the curtain, the red hood of her ring coat obscures most of her face. The only thing visible is the neutral frown she carries. She pauses at the stage, lifting a two finger salute to the heavens with her head tossing back. This pose holds momentarily before continuing her voyage to the ring with a militaristic, organized march. The stark red of the lighting fixtures envelopes her in a haunting, red glow. Once she makes it to the middle of the ramp, the ring call comes forward.

NINA LAWRENCE: Making her way down to the ring…hailing from Wittenberg, Saxony-Anhalt, Germany…weighing in at 127 Lbs…she is La Bete…the Gravedigger…she is KANNA VERGER!

Kanna pauses again when she makes it to the end of the ramp. There, she slowly pulls down the hood of her coat. The camera pulls out, showing the full splendor of the foreboding reds and oranges. Kanna stares around her environment, taking in the atmosphere. This only lasts a moment as her focus meets the ring. As the feminine choir comes into play, Kanna runs and leaps onto the ropes. From the turnbuckles, jets of fire erupt into the sky. As they fade, Kanna enters the ring.

As the intensity of her theme returns, Kanna walks the diameter of the ring. She tests the ropes, using them to stretch her well-trained limbs. Making her way to her corner, Kanna fastens the taping around her hands. Once those idle preparations are completed, she turns her back to the camera, where she removes her coat. Upon its removal, a family crest--written on her back–shines brightly. Lifting her head and turning back to the camera, Kanna Verger finalizes her mind for battle.

NINA LAWRENCE: HER OPPONENT…

"In the end

As you fade into the night (oh whoa oh oh)

Who will tell the story of your life?"

After the first verse of "In The End" - Black Veil Brides has finished, "Excellence Evolved" Klayton Kross walks out onto the top of the ramp. The focus is clear to see on his face as he stands there holding his arms out wide. The fans love Klayton, maybe more than they should do sometimes but they do. Once he was ready, Klayton took a confident stroll to the ring. He stops to pose with some of the fans, since he is always happy to take a picture any chance he can. Once "Excellence Evolved" was done, he heads to the ring, jumping up onto the apron when he gets there. Now on the apron, Klayton turns around, his back leaning against the ropes as he holds his arms out wide once again. Anyone who was booing Klayton were soon drowned out by those cheering. Klayton strived for this, he loved the attention just as much as he loved wrestling.

"Who will remember this last goodbye (oh whoa oh oh)

'Cause it's the end and I'm not afraid

I'm not afraid to die"

Just as those lyrics are finished, Klayton turns around on the apron and jumps into the ring. Running towards the opposite turnbuckle and jumping up to the top of it. Again, Klayton holds his arms out wide as a confident smile appears on his face. Once he is done, Klayton jumps down from the turnbuckle.

"Not afraid

I'm not afraid to die

No not afraid

I'm not afraid to die!"

As the music now fades out, "Excellence Evolved" Klayton Kross stands there confident looking with a smile on his face waiting for the action to get underway.[/div][/color]

Kanna checks the ropes, pulling against them. Klayton smiles at her, vindictively. They walk up to one another, Kanna crossing her arms as she looks at Klayton, who starts jawing off confidently at Kanna. There’s an eyebrow raise from the Gravedigger herself. The ref raises his hand upwards, signaling for the bell.

DING DING DING!

Kanna wastes no time, popping an unsuspecting Klayton under the nose with the heel of her hand. Klayton reels back and the crowd pops with it too. He holds his nose, and then looks at Kanna, who has dashed backwards, bounces off the ropes and then uses her momentum to clock Excellence Evolved in the face with a jumping high knee. Klayton goes down, and Kanna lands superbly like a cat.

GREYSON MARKS: Kanna off to an advantageous start, wasting no time in getting Klayton on his back.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Klay is gonna need to believe in life after this match at this point.

Kanna steps from side to side, waiting for Klayton to get to his feet again. When he doesn’t, only rolling slightly upwards and shaking his head out of confusion. She grits her teeth and goes on the attack once again, reaching down and pulling him upwards by his head. As he wobbles, she leaps upwards, dropkicking him with celerity.

Klayton goes down again, and she doesn’t stop, reaching down to grab him upwards. This time, she whips him not into the turnbuckle, but into her outstretched arm for a clothesline.

LINCOLN PHELPS: She’s really not taking no for an answer.

GREYSON MARKS: I think she’s taking the fact that Klayton didn’t have any words for this week as a personal affront.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Man, I know what Ophie was thinking. Two of the new, two of the old. But Kanna isn’t having it, and with her first match in PWE, she’s going to want to make a statement.

Kanna leans on the ropes, looking out on the crowd with a vicious smile. Or maybe not so much vicious, but invigorated. The crowd replies to her favoriably, though she doesn’t seem to care so much about their response. She was trained for this, she was born for this. And she was going to make a statement with Kross’ downfall tonight here.

But wait!

LINCOLN PHELPS: Klayton in with a dropkick of his own!

Klayton Kross has gotten to his feet and slams his feet into the small of Kanna’s back. She drops to her knees, simultaneously in shock, but also in surprise. Kross holds his neck just behind his shoulder and grits his teeth. Somehow, he is able to pull a fighting Kanna backwards and into the middle of the ring, where he applies a stiff sleeper hold. Kanna’s legs kick out, slamming deterimoniously against the mat. She’s able to get an arm up, and hits him twice with her elbow. One. Two! No, Klayton is able to hang on and applies himself more thoroughly. Kanna grits her teeth, flailing out her leg to get to the rope.

She scoots forward, pulling herself and the man known as Excellence Evolved, until she’s able to flail out that leg and…

ROPE BREAK!

The ref yells at Klayton to let go, and while Klayton looks at him astonishingly, he does. Kanna drops down, but she’s not defeated. She crawls to her knees, leaning over them, as Klayton rises to his feet. He reaches down, pulling Kanna upwards.

She breaks his hold with her hands, rising quickly to her feet and pummelling Klayton with a left, and a right, and she goes him all the way over to the ropes, and then into the turnbuckle. Over and over, her fists end up embedded somewhere on Klayton’s body.

GREYSON MARKS: She’s vicious tonight! Kanna wants that Excellence Championship!

Kanna rotates once more as she backs up, raising her arm and clocking Klayton into the turnbuckle with a CLOTHED IN SUN big boot. Klayton crumbles down into the turnbuckle. Kanna runs backwards, then right into him once more, bashing her knee into his face. She doesn’t walk away, but pulls him to the center of the ring. She covers.

ONE

TWO

TH–

SHOULDER UP!

Kanna sits up, shakes her head and then pulls Klayton up. She locks him in place and then–

GREYSON MARKS: BEAUTIFUL SILENCE!

Overdrive Hold spun right into a short-armed Lariat! Klayton goes down ONE MORE TIME. She covers.

ONE

TWO

THREE!

DING DING DING!

GREYSON MARKS: Kanna defeated Klayton in an almost one-sided bout. However, it’s not about to end here!

NINA LAWRENCE: KLAYTON KROSS is ELIMINATED in the Gauntlet. Introducing NEXT…

"GO...GO...NOTHING CAN STOP ME, I'M ALL THE WAY UP!"

The beginning horns of "All the Way Up" by Fat Joe ring through the speakers in the arena, and the audience already know what's coming even before the lyrics stop. Right after the first line, the bass kicks in and the crowd erupts! They get even louder as the "Class Act" Issak Otto walks out from behind the black curtain with a huge smile on his face, bobbing along to his theme song, of which he's always liked. He stops at the top of the ramp and gives a strong 'hero' pose, taking in the cheers from the PWE fans. Issak continues down the ramp with pep in his step, sliding in under the bottom rope of the ring. He gets to his feet quickly, rushing over to one side of the ring and leaning into the ropes, a hand in the air and hyping up the crowd even moreso. He does the same to the other side before turning into his corner.

DING DING DING!

This time, it’s not Kanna on the prowl, but The Class Act. He doesn’t hesitate, circling the ring with Kanna as they begin her second round of the match. Issak is on his feet, focused, clearly not relenting. Kanna is breathing heavily following off facing Klayton to start us off. They go to lock up, Issak slides down on his knee behind Kanne in a rear waistlock, he picks Kanna up and slams her face down before sliding over her body and locking in a front facelock, he wrenches it in and rolls around the ring with a gater roll before sliding around Kanne again, he hooks her leg and spins standing up into a single lag boston crab, Kanna struggles toward the ropes and as she reaches out Otto turns and hooks Kannas leg between his and drops down into a facelock and leg grapevine combo. Kanna reaches with her free hand and grabs the bottom rope causing a break.

GREYSON MARKS: Issak showing why he is the Class act right now

LINCOLN PHELPS: Aye this bloke can tie everyone in knots. Like pretzel knots…or Cinnebon…

GREYSON MARKS: Linc…are you hungry?

LINCOLN PHELPS: aye yeah how’d you know?

GREYSON MARKS: Just a guess…

Issak stands up, he grabs Kanna around the waist and steps back with a deadlift German suplex, as they land Issak rolls over and stands up hitting a second and a third this time releasing it and throws Kanna backward. She crashes onto the mat and rolls over landing on her knees looking out of it. Issak puts a hand in the air with a smirk before tweaking his moustache and circling Kanna. He steps forward, hooking Kanna by the head and arm lifting her up fort a suplex, Kanna though slides down and lands behind Otto, as Otto turns Kanna blasts him with an open handed palm strike out of desperation, Otto stumbles back and Kanna steps forward putting all her power into a stiff kick connecting with Issacs chest with a sickening thud. Issak goes down and as he sits up Kanna hits the ropes and leaps in the air with a one legged dropkick hitting Issac right in the side of the head.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Kanna is vicious…I think I’m in love

GREYSON MARKS: Moved on from Kayla so quickly Linc?

LINCOLN PHELPS: Who?

GREYSON MARKS: Oh jesus…

Lanna riles her self up and pulls Issak to a sitting position before blasting him over and over with stiff kicks to the chest, she steps back and hits one to the side of Issacs head, he goes down in a heap, Kanna taps her elbow and calls for Issak to get up, the Class act starts to pull himself to his feet and as he gets to a vertical base Kanna steps forward and spins hitting the spinning elbow she calls the Disturbance, Issac Otto goes down again and Kanna drops down hooking the outside leg for a cover.

ONE

TWO

Issak kicks out. Kanna sits up and shakes her head, she can’t believe it, she was so close to getting through to the final round. Kanna reaches down and tries to pull Otto up, but he’s dead weight. Kanna uses a lot of strength to get up up and calls for the Beautiful silence again, she grabs his arm and hooks it going to spin, but Issac spins around a second time stepping back, Kanna throws a high roundhouse kick up, Issak ducks it and dives in with a double leg, he takes Kanna down, he slides over hooking her face and then bridges locking in the Class Action!.

GREYSON MARKS: OH NO…HE’S GOT THE BRIDGING CROSSFACE LOCKED IN

LINCOLN PHELPS: RIGHT IN THE CENTER OF THE RING TOO!

GREYSON MARKS: Kanna is fighting and struggling but this is bad

Kanna reaches out to the ropes, she can’t quite get there, Issak pulls back eleven harder, Kanna slides across getting closer and closer, just as it looks like Kanna is going to break the hold, Issak grabs her wrist and rolls over, he pulls Kanna right up and brings her in hard hitting his short arm clothesline he calls the Class Axe!!

ONE

TWO

THREE!

DING DING DING!

NINA LAWRENCE: Kanna Verger has been eliminated….

GREYSON MARKS: Kanna just showed us all she belongs here and to be honest I’d love to see her get a one on one shot at whoever wins the Excellence title..

LINCOLN PHELPS: It takes alot of heart to survive in Issak's submission moves…

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

The Richard Pryor quote followed by the piano intro of ‘Shimmy Shimmy Ya’ plays and Allen emerges from the curtain.

‘Ooh, baby, I like it raw

Yeah baby, I like it raw

Ooh, baby, I like it raw

Yeah baby, I like it raw

Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay

Gimme the mic so I can take it away

Off on a natural charge, bon voyage

Yeah, from the home of the Dodgers, Brooklyn squad’

Allen stops and looks around the crowd with a bit of a smirk until suddenly there is a change and attitude. He suddenly leans down to slam his fists on the ramp before popping back up to release what can only be described as a roar.

‘Wu-Tang Killer Bees on a swarm

Rain on ya college ass, disco dorm

For you to even touch my skill

You gotta have the one killer Bee and he ain't gonna kill now

Chop that down, pass it all around

Lyrics get hard, quick cement to the ground

For any MC in any 52 states

I get psycho killer, Norman Bates

My producer slam, flow is like bam

Jump on stage and then I get down’

Allen makes his way down the ramp and stop every few steps to talk to the fans about how his opponent for the night has no clue what their in for or about how they smell like baked milk or about how he saw them changing in the backstage area and one of their testicles is comically bigger than the other.

‘Ooh, baby, I like it raw

Yeah baby, I like it raw

Ooh, baby, I like it raw

Yeah baby, I like it raw’

Allen marches up the ring steps and enters the ring through the middle and top ropes, giving the referee a friendly pat on the back before going to his corner and sitting down, on the middle turnbuckle, focused but also kind of vibing to his own entrance theme.

NINA LAWRENCE: And the final competitor….THE COMEDIAN ALLEN CHANEY!

GREYSON MARKS: Allen Chaney earned the right to be the final name out here with his win last Season and we were scheduled to have Allen Chaney against Vhodka Black.

LINCOLN PHELPS: I’m hoping we get that match someday as well as seeing Allen cross paths with Damian Ayla…but…Issak Otto and Allen Chaney?...take my money.

Allen and Issak come face to face, Allen laughing and nodding slowly as Issak breathes deeply after the war he just had with Kanna.

DING DING DING

And with that Allen lurches forward headbutting Issak who steps back, Allen is right on Issak with hard right hands over and over again backing Issak up into the ropes, he then whips Issak across the ring and ducks down hitting a back body drop. As Issak lands Allen hits the ropes and jumps up crashing down with a senton splash. Issak lets all the air get driven out of his body Allen turns and goes for a quick pin.

ONE

TWO

Issak kicks out and sits up, Allen stays on the attack not letting up on the technical wizard hitting hammer and anvil elbows to Issacs neck and chest pounding him down over and over again. Allen stands up and pulls Issak up hitting a gutwrench suplex, Allen rolls over and hits a second and a third before going for a fourth, this time though Issak hooks his arms around Allen's leg, he slides down and picks the ankle tacking Allen off his feet. Issak turns and goes for the single leg crab again, Allen tho0ugh pulls Issak down and hits a hard right hand forcing Issak to release the hold. Allen rolls over and gets up, but Issak slides down, grabs Allen's arm and hits a fireman's carry take over into an armbar holding Allen down.

GREYSON MARKS: Allen got the upper hand early with that headbutt start but Issac was able to take the Comedian down.

LINCOLN PHELPS: You know, Allen Chaney doesn’t have a lot of holes. He can brawl, he’s strong, he’s faster than you’d expect him to be and also more athletic…but the one place he might be let down is his technical ability which is also Issak Otto's biggest strength

GREYSON MARKS: That was…very analytical..

LINCOLN PHELPS: Don’t sound so shocked…

Allen moves over and slides to the side kicking out his legs getting to the ropes forcing the break. Issak lets go and stands up putting his hands up. Allen pulls himself to his feet looking a little more tentative now. They go to lock up, Allen uses his strength to push Otto back but Issak steps forward and sweeps Allen down. Allen lands hard and Issak goes for the Class Action, Allen slides out of it and pushes forward getting out of the move before Issac has a chance to lock it in. Allen grabs Issac snatching him into a bearhug, Issak though rings Allen's bell, Allen drops Issak and Issak grabs Allen into a tigerplex lifting Allen up and down onto his neck into a pin.

ONE

TWO

Allen kicks out.

LINCOLN PHELPS: We almost had a new champion right there and his name would have been Issak Otto!

GREYSON MARKS: Either of these men would be a great champion….

Issak pulls Allen up by his wrist and goes for the short arm clothesline, Allen ducks under it, spins Issak around and hits an STO. Issak goes down, Allen pops up and looks at the corner he moves over and calls for the Watch the funny fat fuck fly, he climbs up and flips back hitting the first moonsault, then the second then the third crashing down onto Issak hard. Allen holds his ribs and rolls away looking over at Issak who looks like he needs to be pulled off the mat with a spatula. Allen gets up and takes a few deep breaths he calls for the Heckler control. Issak rolls over and starts to get up, Allen runs in and jumps, Issak is able to move and slide out of the way rolling Allen up.

ONE

TWO

Allen kicks out, both men get to their feet again, Allen goes for a lariat. Issak ducks, he hooks his arm around Allen's arm and goes for the short arm, Allen ducks it sliding behind Issak before picking Issackup into the Omega Driver he calls THE PUNCHLINE! Issak lands on his head and Allen pins.

ONE

TWO

THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

NINA LAWRENCE: YOUR WINNER AND NEEEEWWWWWWW PRO WRESTLING EXCELLENCE CHAMPION….ALLLLEN CHHHHANNNEEEY!!!!!!!

GREYSON MARKS: Allen did it!

LINCOLN PHELPS: Goddamn what a match and what a moment…

“Shimmy Shimmy Ya” hits and confetti explodes, Allen looks up at the ceiling on his knees as the referee walks over handing Allen the PWE title. He looks down at the title and smiles holding it to his forehead before getting to his feet. Allen holds up the championship and leans on the ropes.

Ophelia is walking in the back hallways of the House of Blues when they approach an office door. She reaches for the handle and as she tries to turn the knob nothing happens. She tries it a few more times.

OPHELIA KNIGHT: I don’t remember locking the door.

She shakes her head and reaches in her pocket for the keys. She pulls out a small ring and inserts the key into the hole. As she tries to unlock the door nothing happens.

OPHELIA KNIGHT: Did they give me the right key?

Just then some shuffling can be heard behind the door. Ophelia leans her ear up against the door. She stands there for a beat the door knob jiggles for a second and the door opens up. Sitting in a chair in front of the desk is a man holding a Manila envelope.

MAN: Ophelia. I’m glad you finally made it. I hope everything went off without a hitch tonight?

Ophelia cautiously walks in and gives the man a puzzled look.

OPHELIA KNIGHT: Who are you? And what are you doing in here with the door locked?

The man calmly stands up and adjusts his suit and extends a hand towards Ophelia.

MAN: My name is Richard Pinkston.

Ophelia reaches out and the two shake hands.

OPHELIA KNIGHT: I’m sure this has something to do with the million messages your son sent me this week.

RICHARD PINKSTON: Probably. Then again with Lewis who knows what he wants to talk about. You know he called me once wanting to talk about how much urine it would take to turn the ocean yellow.

OPHELIA KNIGHT: Yes I agree he’s a bit eccentric, but that doesn’t explain why you locked yourself in my office.

RICHARD PINKSTON: Well these should explain everything.

Richard extends the envelope and hands it to Ophelia. She opens it up and begins scanning the paperwork.

OPHELIA KNIGHT: This can’t be right.

RICHARD PINKSTON: I assure you that everything is in order and quite legally binding.

The sound of someone clearing their throat is heard. The two of them turn their attention to the desk. The swivel chair slowly spins around. The first thing you notice is Ollie Dorito purring as a hand strokes them. The camera pans up to see Lewis Chad Pinkston smiling from ear to ear.

OPHELIA KNIGHT: We are going to fight this. I hope you know that.

RICHARD PINKSTON: You’ll have a very hard time doing so. As I said, everything is in order and there isn’t a court in the world that would challenge this. So without further ado….

Lewis stands up from behind the desk. Ollie leaps to the ground and struts out of the room. Lewis walks to the front of the desk and sits down on top of it.

LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: I’m so glad that the three of us are going to be working together, partners.

Ophelia hangs her head, Richard is smiling, as Lewis drums his hands over his thighs..

RICHARD PINKSTON: You’re doomed.

LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: No Dad. With a smile and glee. Like this. We’re DOOMED!