VICTORY XII | WHEN DOVES CRY

PRO WRESTLING EXCELLENCE PRESENTS...

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VICTORY XII

WHEN DOVES CRY

15 AUGUST 2022

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

ROLEPLAY DEADLINES

FRIDAY, 12 AUGUST 2022 @ 11:59 PM MOUNTAIN DISTRICT TIME

SATURDAY, 13 AUGUST 2022 @1:59 AM ;EASTERN STANDARD TIME

SATURDAY 13 AUGUST2022 @  6:59 AM BRITISH SUMMER TIME

SATURDAY, 13 AUGUST 2022 @ 3:59 PM AUSTRALIAN EASTERN STANDARD TIME

SEGMENT DEADLINES

SUNDAY, 15 AUGUST 2022 @ 9:59 PM MOUNTAIN DISTRICT TIME

MONDAY, 16 AUGUST 2022 @ 11:59 AM EASTERN STANDARD TIME

MONDAY, 16 AUGUST 2022 @ 4:00 AM BRITISH SUMMER TIME

MONDAY, 16 UAUGST 2022 @ 1:59 PM AUSTRALIAN EASTERN STANDARD TIME

ROLEPLAY LIMIT

REFER TO CARD SPECIFICS FOR YOUR LIMITS

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MAIN EVENT

ONE ON ONE FIGHT NYC REMATCH

ALLEN CHANEY vs DANE PRESTON

5,000 WORDS MAX

HEADLINER

ONE ON ONE

ISSAK OTTO vs MICHELLE RIGGS

5,000 WORDS MAX

MATCH FIVE

ONE ON ONE

ELLIE QUINN vs SABINA SAINTE

2,000 WORDS MAX

MATCH FOUR

ONE ON ONE

MALADI vs KANNA VERGER 

2,000 WORDS MAX

MATCH THREE

TAG TEAM MATCH
JOE & PAUL MONTOURI vs

PEACH DILLENGER & MIA CASTILLO  

3,000 WORDS MAX

MATCH TWO

TRIPLE THREAT

JURGEN KAISER vs CHELSEA SKYE vs LACHLAN KANE

2,000 WORDS MAX

OPENING MATCH

ONE ON ONE
ANGEL vs EL LANDERSON

2,000 WORDS MAX

#MADEOFEXCELLENCE

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The House of Blues: Orlando, located right in the heart of Disney Springs is jampacked in the interior as as “Glitch” by Parkway Drive sears across the speakers and the cameras lock onto the crowd and the ring centered within the middle of the view. It's not quite as loud as the arenas are, but it's clear the people have come to watch their favorites battle it out. A few signs, as always, are visible in the crowd.

#LCPFORPRESIDENT

ALLEN CHANEY = FATBOI CHAMPEEN

MORE OLLIE-ODY-ODY-ODY

KANNA CAN DO IT!

ISAAK OH-NO!

DANE, ADD ANOTHER GIRL TO YOUR PERSONALITY LIST?!

WALT DISNEY IS ROLLING IN HIS GRAVE

The announcers table, as always, is nestled neatly between the ramp and the stage, where Lincoln Phelps is seated...alone? No! Wait. Greyson is taking his time getting to the table, and sits down next to his co-anchor, who is too busy talking again to a fan to notice that the show has begun. Typical oblivious man, right?



GREYSON MARKS: Welcome to the Prince version of VICTORY! It's VICTORY XII, When Doves Cry!



Lincoln notes that the show has begun finally and swings around, leaning forward on the table and then peering gently at Greyson.



LINCOLN PHELPS: How can you just leave me standing?



GREYSON MARKS: I'm Greyson Marks, and here with me is Lincoln Phelps.



LINCOLN PHELPS: Alone in a world that's so cold?!



GREYSON MARKS: We have a special night prepared for you...and I mean...we should, now that we have a new EXCELLENCE CHAMPION in that of ALLEN CHANEY.



LINCOLN PHELPS: Maybe I'm just too demanding...



GREYSON MARKS: The gauntlet match last show clearly showed us what Allen Chaney wanted, what he leaned for, what he excelled at. With us from day one, The Comedian was able to gain the championship he's wanted since day one. But it remains to be seen...or all the competitors, who will work their way up for an opportunity?



LINCOLN PHELPS: Or maybe I'm just like my father, too bold...



GREYSON MARKS: Bold is right -- you've got to be, to gain any kind of notoriety. But that's what our new Impulse Champion reaches for in every way. 



LINCOLN PHELPS: Or maybe you're just like my mother--



GREYSON MARKS: I...what?



LINCOLN PHELPS: SHE'S NEVER SATISFIED.



Lincoln practically yells this at Greyson, who winces and then narrows his eyes in annoyance at Lincoln.



LINCOLN PHELPS: Why do we scream at each other?



GREYSON MARKS: Are you serious--



LINCOLN PHELPS: THIS IS WHAT IT SOUNDS LIKE--



GREYSON MARKS: Don't you da-



LINCOLN PHELPS: WHEN DOVES CRYYYYYYY!



Lincoln seems mighty pleased with himself as he remembers all the lyrics to the song, taking on the new place of our dearly departed Klayton Kross. Greyson shakes his head and rolls his eyes before looking back at the camera as if to say, "I have to work with this."



GREYSON MARKS: Tonight, the action doesn't stop. We have Angel taking on El Landerson -- the demon taking on the luchador promises to entertain. We're fairly certain that she's willing to dismantle heads if it gets her to rise through the ranks.



LINCOLN PHELPS: Jurgen Kaiser and Chelsea Skye will face off in a triple threat against Lachlan Kane. 



GREYSON MARKS: Chelsea may not have gotten the Vic-



LINCOLN PHELPS: Excellence Championship?



Another pause. Greyson looks at Lincoln, who grins with a little bit of a snarky-snark.



GREYSON MARKS: --Victory Championship, which continues to rest safely in the hands of Ellie Quinn tonight. Lachlan Kane was just inches away from winning the Victory Exhibition, but you know he's also looking for redemption tonight. As far as Jurgen? Not so sure, but we can be sure he'll be here to ensure that he causes enough chaos to the entire match.



LINCOLN PHELPS: The Montuoris team up again for the first time since their family fell apart--



GREYSON MARKS: Against two members of the Socialite Society, a society that wasn't particularly pleased at their placement within the card and against each other. But now it looks like Ophelia has given them a chance to team, and you know they're not going to pass that up.



LINCOLN PHELPS: Nah. But you know what match is intriguing me tonight? Maladi versus Kanna Verger. Kanna was just inches from putting Isaak away. And she could have, but Isaak Otto was just one step ahead, which makes sense as he's widely known and well traveled, eh? Kanna will also be looking for redemption tonight. Just the same as Sabina Sainte.



GREYSON MARKS: Who takes on the Victory Champion, Ellie Quinn tonight in a one on one match. Who will reign supreme in this division tonight?



LINCOLN HELPS: And then, of course, there's the debuting Michelle Riggs versus Isaak Otto. Michelle has been venomous in the past, and with her newfound marriage to Paul Montuori, you know the two of them are planning on being king and queen of this company. But in order to do that, they're going to have to unseat--



GREYSON MARKS: Allen Chaney, who faces Dane Preston for the second time tonight in a rematch of their epic battle when Allen entered FIGHT! NYC. All of this, and more tonight on VICTORY! 

"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 suit that is seemingly untailored and ill fitting.

Halfway down the ramp Lewis holds his arms out and spins and then stops and shakes his head. Lewis smiles and gets a little extra pep in his step. Finally ringside Lewis scans the fans front row and high fives a few of them then slides onto the apron. He spins towards the hard cam and simply holds his arms out wide as pyro begins to pour from the ceiling. Ever confident and arrogant Lewis climbs into the ring and asks for a mic, before pacing back around with a bit of a cocky saunter. Lewis pauses for a moment and reaches a hand out for a microphone.

The timekeeper rushes over and reaches through the ropes, holding out the mic. Lewis tilts his head and waves the timekeeper into the ring. Lewis kindly holds the ropes open and holds out his hand for the microphone. When the timekeeper holds it out, Lewis shakes his head and points to the ground. The timekeeper slumps his shoulders and gets down on one knee and holds the mic up with both hands. Lewis finally nods and snatches the mic from his hands and waves him out of the ring.

LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: HELLO EVERYONE in the PWE FANDOM!!!!

There are a few jeers mixed in with some cheers.

LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: So did anything interesting happen last week?

The fans begin chanting “You Cheated! You Cheated!”. A beaming grin slides across Lewis’ face.

LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: I most certainly did not. All I saw was a man who got in over his head, pass out from the pure awesomeness that is LCP! I saw a man so defeated that the ghosts of his relationships past felt bad for him and tossed in the towel. All I saw was a man who knew that he wasn’t the better man finally realize what the phrase ‘Fuck around and find out’ really means. All I saw was Dane Preston losing…. JUST LIKE I SAID HE WOULD!

Lewis takes a bow in the middle of the ring, holding it longer than you’d think, before popping right back up.

LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: Now I do owe all of you an apology. I said I was going to rid the PWE of Danny Presotons, and I failed. Well actually, Charlie and Ophelia have failed. They have allowed this mockery of a man to continue to waltz in here like he is actually wanted….

The crowd begins chanting for Dane.

LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: EXACTLY! We don’t want Dane here!

The crowd begins to chant “We want Dane!”

LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: Are you saying you want Dane?

The crowd Cheers loudly.

LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: Why?

The crowd is in a fever pitch.

LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: I’m PWE! I’ve been here since day one, and you want the interloper? I’ve helped make stars here, and you want the guy who only wants the shine for himself? Your PWE Excellence champion…. Was a nobody until LCP! Dhamien Ayala was a mediocre champion AT BEST before he squared off with the Big LC, then all of a sudden he’s got personality.

The chants of “You Lost Both” grow.

LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: You’re right… I can’t deny that, but you know who I didn’t lose to? Do you know whose hand was raised when the talk stopped? It was ME! But that’s only part of the reason why I’m out here right now. Today marks a new day. A new era. A coming of age for PWE! Tonight Daddy has the power. We’ve got one hell of a show planned for all of you tonight. Fighting families fighting together. A Landerson sighting, and your Excellence champion taking on….

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 walks out from behind the curtain to the explosion of the crowd. He stands at the top of the ramp walking back and forth as the music quickly dies down, but the crowd doesn’t. He smiles and slowly waves them down to hush them. Dane raises the mice to his mouth and takes a deep breath.

DANE PRESTON: There are so many things I could say right now……

LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: Don't hold back. Let it out. Tell the world that I, LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON, am Better than you in every way possible.

Dane furrows his brow and sighs into the mic.

DANE PRESTON: Fuck it….

Dane drops the mic and runs towards the ring. Lewis’ eyes go wide.

LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: Wait! No! Stop it!

Dane slides are under the bottom rope just as Lewis slides out of the ring.

LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: Stop Chasing me!

Dane continues his pursuit, as Lewis runs circles around the ring and eventually turns up the ramp. As Dane closes in, security steps out.

LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: NOW!

Just as Lewis stumbles at the top of the ramp is JOE MONTUORI. Dane doesn’t back down as he continues to fight through security. Joe stands between Dane and Lewis.

LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: Dane, looks like I’ve made a friend since I’ve been in power. I’ll be seeing you later tonight Dane. Let’s get out of here Joe.

Joe nods and begins to walk backwards up the ramp towards Lewis, never taking his eyes off of Dane. The two men disappear behind the curtain leaving Dane surrounded by security.

The two athletes circle each other for a moment, before Angel rushes El Landerson, pushing him back against the ropes. El Landerson responds with a vicious kick into Angel's midsection and then follows up with a hard chop to the chest that sends her reeling back, getting a pop from the crowd. He goes for another but Angel's isn't about to let that happen and she catches his arm for a judo toss before kicking him in the back of the head! He starts to crawl away from her but Angel takes him down with a legsweep and then follows up with a double knee drop to the back of his head!



LINCOLN PHELPS: Did someone order a wakeup call?



GREYSON MARKS: Strong offense from Angel out here tonight in our opening contest.



LINCOLN PHELPS: Not taking anything way from either of these two – they're setting one hell of a pace to match for the rest of the night!



El Landerson drags himself up and immediately goes for a kick to the knee that Angel dodges, catching the Bit Luchador's telegraphed punch before taking him over with a cross arm bar. El Landerson kicks his legs and catches the rope with his foot, getting a break from the deadly move before Angel can truly sink it in. Once they're back on their feet, El Landerson sweeps in with a quick movement, grabbing Angel's waistband and hurling her into the corner. Before she can turn around, the Bit Luchador charges in, connecting with flying lariat! The moment she starts to crumble, he rolls her into a small package!

ONE!

TW—KICKOUT!

GREYSON MARKS: And Angel kicks out with authority!



Angel rolls to her feet and El Landerson charges in! She nails him with a forearm shiver to the face and then takes him over with an incredible overhead belly to belly suplex! He's flattened, in pain from the impact and Angel locks him into the crossface submission she calls the Anaconda Squeeze! Landerson gets his foot on the ropes and the official waves Angel off. She takes a few seconds before breaking the hold, getting the crowd a little heated. She walks towards the ropes, talking trash to them and Landerson sneaks up behind, catching her with a crucifix pin! Before the referee can drop for the count, Angel miraculously catches the middle rope with the toe of her boot! The crowd goes absolutely berserk as El Landerson grabs at his masked head in disbelief!



GREYSON MARKS: Her name might be Angel, but there are a few sins being committed in this ring right now.



LINCOLN PHELPS: Really?



GREYSON MARKS: What?



LINCOLN PHELPS: Nothing, Shakespeare.



Back on their feet, Angel charges in for a spear, but El Landerson dives and nails her with a drop toehold. He manages to grab Angel with his patented tilt-a-whirl headscissors takedown and he scrambles up the ropes as she looks stunned. He's looking for that Landerson Frog Splash but the moment he launches, Angel moves. He crashes and burns and she immediately lays the boots to him. Both hit their feet at the same time, the Bit Luchador hunched over as Angel goes for a reverse neckbreaker – BACKSLIDE REVERSAL!

ONE!

TW—REVERSAL AGAIN!

ANGEL FLIPS EL LANDERSON OVER – SPARTA HEEL KICK TO THE FACE! She's sent El Landerson To Hell and he flops on the canvas like a sack of dirty laundry!



GREYSON MARKS: What an opening contest! This is insane!



Angel drops down on top of the barely moving Landerson, hooking both legs with a generous handful of trunks for good measure.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

NINA LAWRENCE: YOUR WINNER BY PINFALL… AAAAAANNNNGELLLLL!!!



GREYSON MARKS: Well, these two have set the bar pretty high for tonight. That's for sure.

Next Level Wrestling Presents







COLLISION COURSE 2022



LIVE from the Lakefront Arena in New Orleans, Louisiana

Airing on Saturday, August 27th, 2022.

7 PM - On the XHF Network

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MAIN EVENT

G1 FINALS

Trixie Mars vs The Thespian



UPPER MIDCARD

NLW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH

Finn Whelan© vs Seth Dillinger

 

MIDCARD

NLW SOUTHERN STATES CHAMPIONSHIP

MYOJIN© vs Grimgor Ironhide



MIDCARD

NLW NO LIMIT CHAMPIONSHIP #1 CONTENDERSHIP MATCH

Bloodied Fox vs Felix vs CURE-E



LOWER MIDCARD

The Death Knights vs The Ronin



OPENER

Razor Blade vs. Chris Marks

Somewhere in the bowels in the arena, the cameras locate Victoria Lyons sitting cross-legged in the darkness alone, staring into a corner of the room. She begins to speak as the cameras approach her from behind, as if sensing their presence.



VICTORIA LYONS: That will be close enough.



She shoots up a single palm to signal the cameraperson to stop, which they abruptly do, as she continues.



VICTORIA LYONS: So my arrival didn’t go exactly as planned, but in the end it doesn’t count, so in the end, it doesn’t matter. Just as none of you matter.



She lowers her hand, and gives a creepy laugh before continuing.



VICTORIA LYONS: I can already hear the chatter, those who haven't heard the name Lyons before are going to overlook me. Lachlan, he was the one who knew. Having that passing familiarity with a dear cousin of mine, he knew he had to get rid of me as soon as possible, and he needed the help of to do it. Truly a fair play, and it’s why he won. He knew what threat to remove first.



We can hear her take a heavy sigh, and exhale just as heavily.



VICTORIA LYONS: Sometimes, we get off to a bumpy start, but once we find our footing and get some momentum going, we keep it going. The biggest mistake you all can make is taking me lightly., because I can and will be one of the most feared talents on this roster by the end of season two.



She does a creepy backflip/crawl like maneuver to turn around, and look at the camera for the first time since it found her.



VICTORIA LYONS: So underestimate me, judge me on my early days in this company, that will make it all the easier for me to lure you in, before I strike and sing my teeth into you.



With a grin, she licks her lips, she means her words. She’s been known to bite in some of her past history.



VICTORIA LYONS: I’ll see you all again soon, so please...don’t miss me too much, and don’t worry about Vincent either. He’ll learn to do his job correctly as well, his failure to prevent my elimination has not gone unnoticed by the Head Lyoness, and he is currently being punished for his failures.



She grins, pleased with herself and whatever she’s done with her brother.



VICTORIA LYONS: You may leave now, I don’t wish to share air, and draw breath with you any longer. So run along, find another to pester. I don’t wish for you to be in my presence any longer.



The cameraperson slowly backs out of the room, away from Victoria., who stares daggers at the camera until she fades away into the darkness.

The scene opens up in the backstage area, where the cameras catch Lachlan Kane making the last preparations for his match coming up next. He wraps a length of black tape around his wrist and bites the roll to rip it. He tosses the roll into his open bag on the floor and smooths the tape down on his wrist. He does a few light hops in place, shaking out his limbs and rolling his head on his neck to help him loosen up. He hears footsteps approaching from the right and his head turns to look in that direction with a cautious expression, but it relaxes into a smile as Malachi and Bella Madison approach him.



LACHLAN KANE: Fancy meeting the two of you here. Figured you’d still be recovering from your belated honeymoon.



MALACHI: You know us two, always ready to get back into a ring. Just thought we’d come get a lay of the land, so to speak.



He snickers slightly as he claps Lachlan on the shoulder.



MALACHI: Speaking of lay, congrats on the sex bro. Heard about you knocking up Sierra.



Bella just shakes her head and glares at her husband.



BELLA MADISON: Really, Mal? You couldn’t have been a bit more tactful?



MALACHI: Nope.



Both Bella and Lachlan roll their eyes as Mal gives them both a shit-eating grin.



BELLA MADISON: Anyways…how you feeling about tonight, Lach? Ready and raring to go?



LACHLAN KANE: You know it, Bells. I’ve got my work cut out for me if I’m planning on getting my Victory title back. And what about the two of you over in Conquest? If the stars align, you could end up facing each other in that tournament.



The husband and wife trade knowing smiles before looking back at Lachlan.



BELLA MADISON: Let’s just say if it comes to that, we’ve got a side bet going.



MALACHI: If we end up meeting in the tournament, we agreed that whoever wins gets to pick the baby name when Bells gets pregnant.



Lachlan stares between the two of them for a moment before shaking his head and letting out a chuckle.



LACHLAN KANE: Well, that’s certainly one way to make the match interesting. What about the off chance that only one, or neither of you advances?



MALACHI: Pfft, that’s not going to happen.



Bella elbows him in the side, and he winces.



BELLA MADISON: In case that happens, we have backup plans in place. But we’re confident in our chances.



MALACHI: Because we didn’t come here just to take part…



LACHLAN KANE: We came here to take over.



The three of them smile at each other and they all hold their fists out and tap them together in a triple fistbump.

DING DING DING!

The bell rings and right away Lachlan Kane sprints across the ring and hits a shotgun dropkick on Jurgan Kaiser sending him flying back against the corner. Chelsea looks impressed as Lachlan turns his attention to her, the two circle around one another and then lock up, Lachlan pushes Chelsea to the corner, Chelsea turns and pushes her feet off the ropes twisting around so Lachlan is the one in the corner instead, but Lachlan uses his height and weight advantage to simply spins Chelsea around into the ropes, after he does he steps back and fires off a knife edge chop that reverberates through the arena.



GREYSON MARKS: Did you hear that chop? this match has started fast



LINCOLN PHELPS: Mr Abs over there is against the metal weirdo and the tattooed freak...



GREYSON MARKS: ....well..I mean...yes



Chelsea holds her chst and steps out, Lachlan hits the ropes, he fires off a lariat, Chelsea ducks it and as Lachlan hits the ropes again she leaps in the air and hits a beautiful looking dropkick. Lachlan goes down, Chelsea looks to the side to see Jurgen up on the outside of the ring, she sprints and throws herself out of the ring to the floor with a tope suicida. Jurgen goes flying back into the barricade and goes down, Chelsea pops up back in the ring and sprints across again before throwing herself out of the opposite side of the ruing with another tope this time onto Lachlan. Chelsea pops up and is the only one in the ring raising her fist in the air as the crowd pops for the popular Chicago native.



LINCOLN PHELPS: Hey Chelsea Skye is on FIRE right now



GREYSON MARKS: But now she's caught in a situation where she is alone in the ring and both men are on either side of her...



LINCOLN PHELPS: Like an Eiefel tower?



GREYSON MARKS: ....no Lincoln and please to our young viewers don't google that



Jurgen slides into the ring and as Chelsea turns to him he uncorks a running knee that connects with her, she goes down, Lachlan slides in and Jurgen snaps and spins hitting Lachlan with a roundhouse kick. The crowd boos Jurgen who seems completely oblivious to this, he turns his attention back to Chelsea and pulls her up throwing her back into the corner, he fires off a few hard forearms, Lachlan gets to his feet and comes running in, Jurgen moves and Lachlan crashes into Chelsea, Jurgen then throws Lachlan up and back with a German suplex, releasing Lachlan and sending him flying back across the ring, crashing to the mat and flipping back to rest in the corner.



GREYSON MARKS: Jurgen just dumped Lachlan on his head...



LINCOLN PHELPS: Too many of them and Lachlans wife will be having to serve him and their child baby food...



GREYSON MARKS: ....Dark....



Jurgen laughs maniacally, he turns his attention back to Chelsea who looks up at Jurgen and shakes her head before screaming “come on” at the six foot four tattooed psychopath. Jurgen lunges at Chelsea. She ducks out of the way and peppers Jurgen with hard right hands fighting off the bigger competitor. She ducks a right hand and runs through before hitting a superkick that sends Jurgen down. Chelsea doesn’t see Lachlan behind her, Lachlan runs and kicks Chelsea from the ring causing her to fall from the ropes to the floor. Lachlan turns, jumps onto the top rope and leaps in the air crashing down onto Jurgen for the Lachdown. He pins.

ONE

TWO





THREE

The fever and fervor of the ringside action is muffled, the sound of cheering almost a Zen-like white noise. It's dimly lit, odd shapes looming in the shadows that seem to be morphing due to the light of one broadcast monitors that has been set up – why it's down here in the electrical room of the House of Blues is a mystery. There's a soft clearing of a throat that breaks up the silence and the camera swings around to reveal The Monster Machine ENIGMA sitting with his back against the wall, his eyes fixed on the last moments of ringside action playing out on that tiny screen. The blue light makes his colorless eyes glow, almost otherworldly before he breaks the silence.







ENIGMA: Surprised to see me?







He chuckles ruefully.







ENIGMA: Two companies that I work for had shows this week. Two shows have happened since the new season has begun both here and in New York – I have nothing to show for them and these idle hands grow more restless by the hour.







His voice is a raspier than usual, guttural and broken, scorn dripping from every word.







ENIGMA: I do not like this game. I do not like choking on promises once made. Let me ask you something. Did you ever play that game of daring when you were young? I think here it is called Bloody Mary. You know the one I mean. The one where you stand in the dark and call forth a being from beyond the veil… the one where you test your courage. Will a monster strike you down? Heart pounding, staring into the mirror while you whisper that name three times. The first one is always the easiest – you can pretend this is a game, still. You can easily turn the light back on, escape to safety and there is nothing harmed. So, you do it. You call the name in the dark. You still believe you are safe. You believe the boogeyman is not real and this is August. Spooky season is far away, still.







There's a huff of laughter.







ENIGMA: You said it. You called out the name of the beast and nothing happened. All that fear you bit back with that whisper meant nothing in the face of that silence – that damned silence. And this, this is where I am caged. This is where the freedom does nothing for me. You say the name again. A little louder the second time. There is more bass in your voice now. The call was unanswered and even though your palms are sweating you are still safe. The lights are out. Your friends do not see you swallow hard. They do not see the sweat on your brow. They know nothing and believe you are fearless. It is just an innocent game. There is no harm here. Monsters are not real.







Another pause, those dead eyes staring forward unblinking.







ENIGMA: You want to say it again. Now the adrenaline comes. The bravado that makes men foolish. And the silence, it is too much for you. You have to break it. You need to know the truth. The name trembles on your lips, ready to push out. The thought is only half-formed, battling between indignation and terror. What if it works? What if something happens in the dark that changes your world forever? The alternative is not appealing. The silence mocks – oh yes. It is like that for us both. It is an affront. To you it feels more like a test, more like the proof that you did not have enough faith to make it happen.







A slow smile crosses his lips.







ENIGMA: I am here. I am watching. Waiting. Will you say my name again? Will you conjure me from this dark place?







He chuckles, the sound almost mocking.







ENIGMA: Touch your fear. Embrace it and feel your heart race in your chest. Wipe those clammy hands to hide the evidence. Do not turn on the light. Do not look behind you. Do not close your eyes or let your guard down for one moment, Miss Castillo. That is the worst thing you can do. I am coming and I will not be as forgiving as I was the last time we met. Tonight, I will watch you be undone by those who are more able than me. I will see you be tenderized. Our moment awaits.







He reaches out and shoves the monitor to the floor, the light blotted out in an instant. His voice booms in the sudden dark.







ENIGMA: I will see you soon.

SUPERSHOW 3: SOLSTICE (SEASON 2 FINALE)

LIVE FROM THE CRYPTO.COM ARENA IN LOS ANGELES, CA

AUGUST 20, 2022





TITLE VS TITLE: UPRISING WORLD VS CG HOLLYWOOD HONORS

LADDER MATCH

SUMMER PAGE (c) vs GRIFFIN HAWKINS (c)





LAST MAN STANDING

GRAHAM CLAUSON vs ROSS HANSON





DOPPELGANGER DREAM DANCE

SUMMER, WARRIOR PRINCESS vs AZURINE VEBBINS





TOTAL ANARCHY GRUDGE REMATCH

MATTHEW KNOX (c) vs "CHRONIC" CHRIS PAGE





"VILARO CHALLENGE" MATCH: TAP OUT CHALLENGE

FIRST TO SCORE 3 SUCCESSFUL SUBMISSIONS WILL BE THE WINNER

SERENITY HOLMES vs CLIFF MORGAN





GRUDGE MATCH

HAYLEY FIEN vs MARISOL VILARO





GORGO vs KERBEROS





ANDREA HERNANDEZ vs KASEY VEX





SILVER STATE CONTENDER

ALEXIS LEMON vs KEVIN MEARS





WINNER GETS TITLE SHOT AT THE FIRST SUPERSHOW OF SEASON 3

KENDRICK KROSS vs SAMANTHA TOLSON vs MOLLY HATCHET





UNITY CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH

#TBMCali (c) vs HEROES 4 HIRE





BEST OF FIVE SERIES: FINAL MATCH

LUTHER THUNDER vs IGNIS





AFFILIATE SHOWCASE MATCH: 5BW

VERONICA RACHELLE vs TORI COLBERT





AFFILIATE SHOWCASE MATCH: 5BW

BRITTANI HELMS vs LARISSA JOHNSON





UNITY CONTENDER TRIPLE THREAT MATCH

BCWW vs THE HORSEWOMEN vs JUMPING BLONDE ANGELS

The crowd comes back from a commercial for Infinite Pro Wrestling, and heads right back to the announcers table where Lincoln and Greyson continue to sit. A second red solo cup is sitting in front of Lincoln, and as always, Greyson seems to be more interested in the match as opposed to his counterpart's drinking habits. 

GREYSON MARKS:  Our next match features brothers versus besties, with the former allied Paul and Joe Montuori facing off two of the Socialite Society. 

LINCOLN PHELPS: I dunno, mate. I know Paul and Joe were prominent in their promotions like Outlaw Pro Wrestling and our previously affiliated FIGHT! NYC -- RI-FUCKIN-P -- but can they take on Peach and Mia? Mia, the hottie with the body who won the exhi...bo...bi--

GREYSON MARKS: Don't have a stroke.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Fuck you. 

GREYSON MARKS: It'll be one of the tests of time to see if these brothers and make it work between them -- strangely enough, despite Joe looking like LCP's new enforcer...I'm leaning on Paul and Joe to do it.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Mia and Peach all the way.

It doesn't quite matter what Lincoln and Greyson think, because as this match gets underway and the bell is rung.  Peach and Mia take turns discussing back and forth who is going to start, and Paul and Joe look as strained as possible. Joe tries to get his brother interested in this match, but it's clear that he's not as Joe smacks him lightly in the stomach and points at the two girls. He steps between the ropes and leans on them without a word to his brother. Michelle, standing at ringside despite her match later in the night, claps for his choice, looking at the crowd with a wide grin. Not the best start, but noted by the PWE Fanbase, who yells out phrases akin to the situation. Peach starts on the other side, blinking "innocently" and dragging her feet on the mat. She then looks at him and wrinkles her nose. Somehow, someway, the socialite is heard screaming OLD MAN! at him. Joe rolls his eyes -- not like he hasn't heard this before.

The beginning of the match sees Peach and Joe going at it as only a rookie and a veteran can. The Impulse Champion seems to be at an advantage and leads Peach around the ring, allowing her some easy shots, but not really letting her get anywhere. She seems to get him down to the floor once or twice, but ultimately, it is the man with the Twizted Thoughtz who shows Peach -- and PWE -- why he's now the Impulse Champion.

Joe eventually gets Dillinger into a chokehold, putting pressure on her neck. She clamps onto Montuori's arm, trying to pull it out, but the veteran shakes his head, unallowing her out of it. She lowers to her knee, trying to drop quickly out of it and succeeds, turning around and head dragging a surprised Joe to the floor. He lands on his backside and she goes backwards, kicking him sharply in his back. Joe arches forward and winces, and Peach aims to do it again. The connection REVERBERATES off the walls. She flips her hair as he leans forward again, and this time, Peach jumps upwards, landing a dropkick to the side of Joe's head.

Paul rolls his eyes, yelling at his brother to figure it out. He's clearly annoyed by the fact that Joe was so easily led down into this slight rabbit hole, but doesn't seem like he wants to help him. Peach points at him after climbing to her feet and walking towards him, telling him to stand down with...a few more choice words. Paul retorts with a cute little quip and Peach's temper flares. She turns to walk back over the Joe with her shitty attitude intact, but gets kicked in the abdomen by a quickly standing Joe and immediately taken down with a snap DDT.

Joe reaches over to tag Paul in, but Paul throws his hands up and refuses to make the tag. 

That's fine. Joe walks back over to Peach and pulls her up by her blonde hair, throwing her into the turnbuckle with such speed the newbie seems to be caught unawares. He runs after her, slamming his shoulder into her entire torso. The crowd cringes. He does it again, and Peach drops to the mat. Joe holds both sides of the turnbuckle, and begins to stomp into her with his signature stomps. The crowd "OHS!" with every one of them, and Mia screams at him to stop.

Joe looks at her, flips her off, and continues. He rears back once more, heading back to the turnbuckle and--

SMACK.

There's a tag. Paul's reached over and tagged himself in. He doesn't even wait for the referee to tell Joe to get back onto the apron, he rushes forward and baseball slides into Peach. At this point, Mia has had enough, and as Paul climbs to his feet, she lets go of the rope keeping her in her place, going directly to yell at Paul. Michelle doesn't take too kindly to this, and drags Mia off the apron, grabbing her and slamming her head into the barricade.

Paul shrugs. And then he grabs for Peach's head.

It's all over from there. 

TO KINGDOM COME.

Paul's version of the Top-Rope Cartwheel DDT is all it takes from here on out for the younger Montuori to solidify his win with a solid 1-2-3.


WINNERS: PAUL MONTUORI AND JOE MONTUORI


Joe steps into the ring to celebrate with Paul at the end of the match, but Paul still isn't interested. He slides out of the ring and wraps his arm around his wifey far quicker than Joe can move. The older Montuori is handed his championship as he watches Paul and Michelle walk up the ramp. 

GREYSON MARKS: The Montuoris did it, but...

LINCOLN PHELPS: Clearly it doesn't matter what fuckin' cost. That's a torn apart family, and you know Paul is still trying to make sure that he shines brighter than his brother. Joe did all the work tonight, but it was Paul that got in that fuckin' win.

GREYSON MARKS: Sooner or later, karma comes for you...

LINCOLN PHELPS: I don't think Paul cares. He seems chill. I'd hang out with him.

GREYSON MARKS: And that is definitely an indicator of a no. 

Backstage, an unfamiliar to PWE face sits munching on some cotton candy. Her honeyed gaze drifts towards the monitor above her, where she was once focused upon the previous match. There’s nothing like getting to know potential opponents and even watch the product as a mere fan. Savannah was not only a professional wrestler, but enjoyed being able to watch and learn as well. Always finding time in her schedule to make sure she was willing and ready. A dimpled smile crosses plush lips as she turns her attention towards the camera, soft gasp from parted lips.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: Almost didn’t see you there! Snuck up on me like some kinda ninja. Well, guess I should introduce myself, eh?

There’s a brief moment, another handful of fluffy cotton candy shoveled into her mouth as she allows the sugary confection to melt easily. She lets out a little satisfied hum, eyes closing momentarily, before she focuses again.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: For those of you who don’t know me, I’m Savannah Sunshine. It might be a name some are familair with, others might be unfamiliar with it. I’ve made my way around a handful of companies, but some of them don’t really matter. Anyway, I’m kind of the cutest thing around, don’t ya’ think?

She flashes a bright grin at the camera, pearly whites and dimpled cheeks sported before she takes a seat on a nearby storage trunk. One leg crosses over the other and she lets out a sigh.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: I’ve got my work cut out for me with such an impressive roster. I mean, have you seen some of the names on the list? A few of those names are familiar to me. Jason Long, Brandon Hendrix. Other names are unfamiliar, yet familiar, at the same time. Names I’ve been watching closely, names I’ve been familiarizing myself with. Ellie Quinn, for instance, is a name I’ve had my eye on for quite sometime.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: I know I have to work my way up from the bottom. I’ve been there before plenty of times and I know that I can fight tooth and nail to improve and become a staple in the PWE ring. I’ve always been a hardworker and I’ve never cut corners. No matter what, I’ll fight as hard as I can to make sure the fans know that I am a worthy competitor. They’re the most important people around and without the fans… Well, where would we really ever be?

She can’t help but feel a bit sentimental. Even if the world had always turned its back on her, the fans had always been there for her. Win, lose, or draw.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: If you don’t know me, that’s okay. You’ll learn all about me as soon as I step foot inside of that ring. If you’re already familiar with me, you’re in for quite the treat. In fact, I can’t wait to blow the roof off this place with the pure excitement I’ve got about the potential matchups awaiting me.

She hops down from the trunk, a gentle grunt escaping her as she tosses the finished bag of cotton candy into a nearby trashcan. She turns around to face the camera, flashing a bright grin as she begins walking backwards.

SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: My PWE career begins now… and I won’t squander such an opportunity as the one I’ve been given. See ya’ soon.

With those final words, she directs a wink at the camera, before walking away out of sight as the scene fades to black.

Maladi is on the defensive right away, looking to prove she can hang with a Main Eventer and she comes at Kanna swinging, a few quick strikes putting her on the backfoot, ripe for an arm wringer/Pele kick combo! Kanna pops right back up, ducks under a telegraphed strike and takes Maladi over with a bridging northern lights suplex!

ONE!

TWO – SHOULDER UP!

Maladi regroups quickly and gets right up into an onslaught of savate kicks courtesy of Kanna. In desperation, Maladi sends her into the corner, following in for a telegraphed splash – CLOTHED IN THE SUN (DISCUS BIG BOOT) TO THE FACE! Maladi stumbles back but she unleashes the deadly green mist as Kanna reaches for her and the crowd goes insane! Kanna's clawing at her eyes but she has the presence of mind to bail out to the floor, wiping her face on the ring apron. Maladi follows with a suicide dive and Kanna drops to her knees, letting her sail over to crash and burn. She spins around and nails a windmill kick as Maladi starts to rise then grabs her by the hair, hauling her back towards the ring.

GREYSON MARKS: Kanna Verger continues to impress!

LINCOLN PHELPS: I wouldn't count Maladi out just yet.

Maladi explodes to life, fighting back as Kanna tries to roll her into the ring, nailing a few strikes and karate kicks before Kanna literally leaves her seeing stars with a bell clap! She nails a basement dropkick that sends the back of Maladi's head smashing against the apron and then rolls her into the ring. Maladi's still down, rolling over and clutching the back of her neck. Kanna scales the ropes! Final Boss Time! She nails that top rope meteora right into Maladi's head and the crowd goes insane!

GREYSON MARKS: Can we count her out now?

LINCOLN PHELPS: Okay, that gave ME a migraine just watching it! How is she even alive right now?

Kanna drops a knee to her body before floating over for a pin – wait no! She's going for a Fujiwara armbar but they're close enough to the ropes that Maladi uses them for leverage to get a break although she's still a bit too out of it to mount much defense! Kanna chopblocks the leg with a dropkick and sends Maladi crashing into the corner, nailing her with a running shoulder block! Maladi stumbles out of the corner and Verger snatches her by the hair! Spinning Headlock Lariat into a Backbreaker! Maladi's down and Kanna locks her into a sleeper – she's nailed The Harvest and Maladi has nowhere to go, tapping out almost immediately.

NINA LAWRENCE: YOUR WINNER BY SUBMISSION… KANNNNAAAA VERRRRGERRRRR!!

Wrestleverse Presents: New Ground

Location: Soldier Field, Chicago, Illinois

Date: 8/26/22

Roleplay Deadline: Wednesday, 8/24 @ 9PM Central Time (US)




Main Event

Parallel Championship

Desks, Lifts (Hydraulic), Stools Match
Lachlan Kane/KERBEROS vs. Chase Andrews/Tommy Gunn vs. Amelia Winston/Kyle Williams



Eternal Championship

CruZe (c) vs. Axis


Project Moonstone Match

LIVE! FROM THE MOON

MaX-Files vs. Quinn Castillo


Wrestleverse Championship

Aiden Reynolds (c) vs. Amber Lee

(2000 word limit)



Sam Voxx vs. Scuffed God


TJ Alexander vs. Jaice Wilds


Glass, Glass, and More Glass Match

Maria Petitidis vs. Kylie Sinclair

Backstage Charlie Jones is staring across the office at Lewis Chad Pinkston. Lewis smiles and looks at his phone with his legs kicked up on a desk. He laughs and shakes his head as Charlie steps forward, placing her hands on the desk and leaning in close.

CHARLIE JONES: No...

LCP looks up an eyebrow raised as he sets his phone down.

LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: I didn't say any-

CHARLIE JONES: I know what you're thinking Lewis....I can see it in your beedy little eyes. And I'm telling you...No...

LCP looks around, his eyes darting from side to side with a sly smile.

LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: I don't know what you're talking about man hands...

CHARLIE JONES: You are not to interfere in the match between Allen and Dane....I know what you're thinking, I know what you are like...and this match is a big deal for us. Allen Chaney is our champion, Dane Preston is a big deal and will be treated as such...DO NOT screw this up...

LCP swallows hard and kicks his legs off the desk standing up. He clears his throat and puts his hand up and his other hand over his heart.

LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: I promise I will not lay a hand on Dane's pretty little head...I promise...legit Charlie...scouts honor....

He flashes another smile, Charlie narrows her eyes and stands up.

CHARLIE JONES: You promise?...

LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: Absolutely...I promise I will not lay a hand on him Charlie...you can trust me...

LCP holds out his hand, as Charlie reaches out LCP pulls his hand back.

LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: On second thought...I need all my fingers working....your grip strength is still too much...

He nods and sits back down grabbing his phone. Charlie just shakes her head looking annoyed as she turns away and sits down looking over at Ollie who is purring loudly in his bed in the corner.

We go to the locker room area in a dark corner that is simply lit with a floor light that is being bounced off of a mirror being held by Muri that reflects it towards the mirror where Angel currently stands in front of. She smiles...if that’s what you call it, ever so eerily not even looking like she was in a battle tonight.


ANGEL: Oh poor sweet, DELUSIONAL El Landerson, you seriously thought that you’d walk in here tonight and find yourself somehow in contention for something for the first time in your life.



She cackles loudly, her voice echoing off the walls before she deadpan stops and glares.


ANGEL: Instead, all you did was find yourself with a one way ticket to the loser window, LIKE ALWAYS! But I can guarantee you, you will not forget my name now. IT’S A-N-G-E-L and PWE is MY TERRITORY!!!! You are only the latest victim to find out.



She glances over at Muri with a wink and suddenly we hear something like metal against metal and a blade with a black handle shows up in her hand as she draws it across in front of her.


ANGEL: In fact if it wasn’t for management tonight, I was going to take it upon my little ole self to make sure you never forget it, when carved my name in that ass but you were quickly escorted out of my reach.



She just glares for a moment before twirling the knife and takes a deep breath.


ANGEL: SO LET THIS BE A WARNING! The Angel you knew from Season 1, it’s obvious that she no longer exists here. I was dangerous then...



Slamming the knife down, tip first, driving it into the vanity, she snarls into a wicked little smile.


ANGEL: I am DEADLY now.

DING DING DING!

Just as the bell rings Sainte takes off towards Quinn, and drops her with a massive clothesline. Quinn pops back up and is met with another one. Sainte doesn’t slow her momentum down at all as Quinn is on all fours trying to get to her feet and is met with a dropkick to the side of the head.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Just your average dropkick to the skull. Where I come from we call that CTEI.

GREYSON MARKS: CTEI? Care to elaborate?

LINCOLN PHELPS: Nope.

Sainte picks up Quinn and whips her into the ropes, Sainte telegraphs a backbody drop and is kicked in the chest. As she stands upright Sainte at the last second ducks under a forearm from Quinn. As she spins around Sainte grabs ahold of her and lifts them up and drops them down onto the mat.

GREYSON MARKS: A stellar belly to back side slam.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Quinn seems to be just a step slow today huh?

GREYSON MARKS: Maybe, but the action hasn’t slowed down yet.

Sainte quickly grabs the arm of Quinn and locks in an armbar. Quinn struggles but manages to drag themselves to the ropes and break the hold. Sainte held on through the four count and let’s go before she was disqualified. Sainte stands up and postures to the crowd for a moment and then jumps right back on the attack.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Quick on the attack like a cat.

GREYSON MARKS: Cats attack you often?

LINCOLN PHELPS: Maybe. I don’t wanna talk about it.

Quinn sits in the corner as Sainte forces her foot on the throat of her. As the ref tries to pull her off of Quinn she smiles and mocks Quinn.

GREYSON MARKS: Sainte rubbing it in a bit with Quinn.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Not many have been able to control the bout like this against her, let her go off for a bit.

Quinn manages to get to her feet. Sainte runs towards her and is shoved into the corner face first, and bounces off. Quinn grabs the waist of Sainte and goes for a belly to back suplex.

GREYSON MARKS: Tide could be turning right here…

LINCOLN PHELPS: And it’s gone.

Sainte flips over and lands on her feet and hooks both of Quinn’s arms behind her. She lifts Quinn up and slams her face first to the mat and doesn’t waste a single second and grabs the legs of Quinn.

GREYSON MARKS: OTP! OTP!

LINCOLN PHELPS: Right in the middle of the ring.

GREYSON MARKS: Ellie Quinn is one of the strongest competitors we have here in PWE, but this might be too much even for her.

Quinn holds on as long as she could, but still succumbed to the pressure and has no option but to tap out. The bell rings as Sainte releases the hold.

NINA LAWRENCE: The winner of this match, Via Submission, SABINA SAINTE

DING DING DING!

As the bell rings Riggs circles her opponent, as Otto keeps a good distance away from her. Riggs shoots in in the blink of an eye, but the technician Otto is able to easily brush her aside and take no damage. Riggs slides past him and pops up to her feet. Otto reaches in and grabs the wrist of Riggs and executes a perfect wrist lock. Riggs struggles for a moment but manages to wiggle out and reverse the hold. Otto struggles to find the smaller Riggs, who kicks the knee out of Otto and transitions to a rear choke.

LINCOLN PHELPS: I’d like to be choked…..

GREYSON MARKS: No. No you wouldn’t.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Trust me I would.

GREYSON MARKS: Oh I trust you, it’s Michelle Riggs I don’t. I don’t even know who they’d replace you with.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Probably a hologram or something like that.

Otto grabs the wrists of Riggs and manages to get her off of him, but she stays on the attack. Diving off the ropes and kneeing Otto in the jaw. Wasting no momentum Riggs climbs the ropes and leaps off, attempting a moonsault. Otto rolls out of the way.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Ouch-ville population Riggs.

GREYSON MARKS: Riggs was looking to end it early and it backfired. Otto isn’t one you want to give an opening to.

Otto gets to his feet and fireman’s carries Riggs to the mat. He holds onto her head and locks in a rear naked choke. Riggs’ arms and legs flail as she tries to drag the larger man towards the ropes.

LINCOLN PHELPS: For a smaller competitor Michelle sure can carry a load..

GREYSON MARKS: Double

LINCOLN PHELPS: Unintentional.

Her foot is inches away as Otto drags her back to the middle of the ring. Riggs somehow gets her legs under her and fights to get to a standing base. She pulls Otto into the ropes and tries to shove him off but he holds onto the hold and they end up right back in the middle of the ring.

GREYSON MARKS: I don’t know how much more of this she can take.

LINCOLN PHELPS: There has to be something left in her tank.

Otto lifts Riggs releases the hold and hooks both her arms behind her up off of her feet and slams her down with a bridging Tigerplex.

ONE

TWO

GREYSON MARKS: CLOSE CALL!

Riggs gets a shoulder up, and Otto gets to his feet. He drags Riggs up to her feet and whips her into the ropes. As she comes back around she leaps in the air and grasps Otto by the head with a wonderful head scissors take down. She sprawls out and gets to her feet as Otto manages to get up as well. Riggs climbs to the middle rope and leaps off to the turning Otto. She grabs the back of his head and drives both knees to his face. Otto recoils back and lands flat on the mat. Riggs leaps onto Otto and hooks a leg.

ONE

TWO

LINCOLN PHELPS: Riggs almost had it there. She was a cunt hair away!

GREYSON MARKS: A little crass but the point stands.

Otto kicks out as Riggs pounds the mat and begins yelling at the ref, who simply holds up two fingers much to her chagrin. Otto uses this time to climb to his feet. Riggs brushes the hair out her face and runs towards Otto.

GREYSON MARKS: This match could easily go either way right now…

LINCOLN PHELPS: Perfect transition from Otto!

He drops down and grabs one of her legs and rolls back with it. She falls face first to the mat as he begins to wrench on her leg with a picture perfect single leg crab. Digging her nails into the mat Riggs tries valiantly to get to the bottom rope. Otto drags her back to the middle of the ring.

GREYSON MARKS: Otto is simply picking her apart. One limb after another.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Don’t count out the Queen of Mean just yet!

The extremely flexible Riggs uses her free heel and kicks up towards Otto’s face. It doesn’t land but is close enough for Otto to loosen the hold just enough for Riggs to free herself and get to the ropes. She uses the ropes to hold herself up. Otto runs towards her as she holds onto the top rope and drops to the ground. Otto goes flying ass over tea kettle to the mat outside.

GREYSON MARKS: Riggs buys herself some time!

LINCOLN PHELPS: That couldn’t have felt good at all.

Riggs plays to the crowd for a moment while climbing to the top rope. She poses for the crowd and just as Otto gets to his feet she leaps out towards him.

LINCOLN PHELPS: She’s in the air soaring!

GREYSON MARKS: Otto doesn’t see her!

This time there was no mistaking, no moving out of the way. She lands the meteora flush outside of the ring. Riggs gets up and celebrates for a moment, before trying to lift lifeless Otto from the ground. She struggles with the dead weight.

ONE

TWO

THREE

She stomps on him a few times.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Well that’s one way to go about it.

FOUR

FIVE

SIX

Riggs looks around and shrugs and rolls into the ring and begins to celebrate as Otto hasn’t moved.

GREYSON MARKS: A win is a win I guess.

SEVEN

EIGHT

NINE

Right on cues as if there was a rocket up his ass Otto leaps into the ring right before the ten count. Riggs gets furious and signals for the end.

LINCOLN PHELPS: She’s pretty hot when she gets like this.

GREYSON MARKS: Have some professional decorum please…. Just once.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Nah Fam. I’m good.

She sets Otto but before she could manage what she was about to do, Otto throws several elbows and staggers Riggs. Otto tries to whip Riggs into the ropes but she manages to reverse the throw.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Round and Round they go. Where they stop, nobody knows…

Otto holds onto Riggs’ arm and pulls her back.

GREYSON MARKS: CLASS AXE!

LINCOLN PHELPS: Ope, Otto knows where they stop.

Riggs crumbles to the ground, as Otto falls on top of her and barely hooks a leg.

ONE

TWO

THREE!!

The bell rings as Otto rolls off of Riggs and stands to his feet as the ref holds his hand up in victory.

NINA LAWRENCE: The winner of this match, Via Pinfall….. ISSAK OTTO.

PRO WRESTLING EXCELLENCE PRESENTS

___________________________________________________________________

CONQUEST: FIGHT!

28 AUGUST 2022

LIVE FROM COLORADO MOUNTAIN COLLEGE: BRECKENRIDGE IN BRECKENRIDGE, COLORADO | 10:00 MDT

___________________________________________________________________

CO-MAIN EVENT

TRIAL OF THE ZODIAC: SCORPIO/LEO

WINNER OF SCORPIO TRIAL vs. WINNER OF LEO TRIAL

STANDARD MATCH

CO-MAIN EVENT

TRIAL OF THE ZODIAC: ARIES/CANCER

WINNER OF ARIES TRIAL vs. WINNER OF CANCER TRIAL

STANDARD MATCH

MATCH EIGHT

TRIAL OF THE ZODIAC: CONQUEST MEDALLION RIGHT

ZAK SLOVAK vs. .PAAK

STANDARD MATCH

MATCH SEVEN

TRIAL OF THE ZODIAC: CONQUEST MEDALLION LEFT

ARCHER vs ANTHONY MANCINI

STANDARD MATCH

MATCH SIX

TRIAL OF THE ZODIAC: LEO TRIAL

LEX COLLINS vs ULTRA KYOTO

STANDARD MATCH

MATCH FIVE

TRIAL OF THE ZODIAC: CANCER TRIAL

SYBIL HALTER vs MALACHI

STANDARD MATCH

MATCH FOUR

TRIAL OF THE ZODIAC: SCORPIO TRIAL

OLLIE LINKOLN vs ADAM SANDERS

STANDARD MATCH

MATCH THREE

TRIAL OF THE ZODIAC: ARIES TRIAL

EMMA DOUGLAS vs BELLA MADISON

STANDARD MATCH

MATCH TWO

EDDIE LYONS vs HIRO OMIGAWA

STANDARD MATCH

OPENING BOUT

WAR FOR THE OUTBACK!

AIDEN REYNOLDS vs CASSIE WOLFE

STANDARD MATCH

NINA LAWRENCE: The following match is our MAIN EVE-



Before Nina can finish MGK’s “Loco” ghits, the crowd instantly knows who it is as LCP makes his way out. He throws up a shit eating grin and starts to make his way down to the ring as Nina looks confused and starts yelling at the production assistant who just shrugs.



LINCOLN PHELPS: Yo, why is LCP comin this way?



GREYSON MARKS: I think…he might be coming to join us on commentary?...he really is letting the power go to his head…



LINCOLN PHELPS: His job is to make this place better Grayson, and more entertaining…and considering how dry you can be on commentary mate I think this is a great idea..



GREYSON MARKS: Dry?...



LINCOLN PHELPS: Dry as Stormy Daniels cooch when she was propositioned by Trump…



GREYSON MARKS: …..oh jesus we’re gonna get fired…



LCP puts on his headset and sits down next to Lincoln before fist bumping him and nodding at Grayson.



LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: Heeeey guys, hope you don’t mind me crashing this shindig.



LINCOLN PHELPS: Well I don’t but…he has an issue with it…



GREYSON MARKS: I do-



LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: Oh really Gray?....whats up with that huh? You don’t think I’m qualified to announce and commentate? I’ll have you know I was the first choice for CBS when they needed an analyst and commentator for their NFL coverage team..but I got usurped by Tony Romo….



GREYSON MARKS: I….you…ok…



NINA LAWRENCE: Our following match is our MAIN EVENT…Introducing first



Suddenly the lights in the The House of Blues go out, plunging the Florida 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.



NINA LAWRENCE: Standing 6’3 and weighing in at 255 pounds from Manhatten New York City…..DANE F’N PRESTON!



LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: yaaaay he’s here…

"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 his opponent, standing 6’4 and weighing in at 315 pounds, from Kansas City Missouri….he is the Pro Wrestling Excellence Champion….THE COMEDIAN ALLEN CHANEY!

DING DING DING!

And with that the bell rings and the match begins. Dane stares daggers at LCP, Allen bounces on the balls of his feet before turning to see LCP sitting there, he then turns back to Dane and slowly slides himself in between Dane and LCP so Dane pays attention to him. Dane shakes his head looking more annoyed than anything. Allen puts his finger up and tells Dane to “wait right there” He slides from the ring and gets out to the floor where LCP sits back and kicks his legs up on the announce desk.



ALLEN CHANEY(off mic): What are you doing man?...I have a match right now…do you see that?



LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: Yeah I do…now go kick his ass Allen…go on man do your thing…



Allen looks confused, looks back in the ring at Dane then back at LSP who claps his hands and gets the fans riled up to cheer FOR Allen. Allen has much confusion, very wow.



ALLEN CHANEY(off mic): What is this…what are you doing?..are we friends now?



LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: No….I just hate him more than you right now…



ALLEN CHANEY (Off mic): Ok well, we should form a posse, Bill, Ollie, you and me we can hang yeah?



Before LCP can answer Allen turns and slides back in the ring and to get face to face with Dane, who is looking increasingly more annoyed about this entire situation. He losses his shit and blasts Allen with a right hand. Allen steps back and hits Dane back and the two erupt in hard right hands. Back and forth the two fight like a hockey fight. Allen blocks a right hand and fires one of his own back at Dane, Dane stumbles back and Allen grabs him by the wrist whipping him into the corner, he follows Dan in and goes for a fat guy splash, Dane gets out of the way and Allen crashes chest first onto the top turnbuckle, Dane hits the ropes and measures Allen up for a lariat, Allen ducks it and turns hitting a clothesline of his own taking Dane and himself over the top rope to the floor cactus jack style.



GREYSON MARKS: These two have wasted no time in throwing hands and beating the hell out of each other.



LINCOLN PHELPS: Allen Chaney was a star in season one, many would say the breakout star, and before we were forced to haver a break it looked like we were getting Allen and Vhodka one on one, and many think Allen would have won.



LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: Speaking as someone who went to war with that fat fu-....chubby gentleman…I could see him doing it…and honestly to all the ladies out there, that is what a male in peak physical fitness looks like…anyone want to get Arbys?



Allen grabs Dane and runs him around slamming him head first on the announce desk. LCP claps his hands and nods giving Allen a thumbs up, Allen makes a confused face again and shakes his head, the momentary distraction allows Dane to shake his head and first off a right hand blasting Allen and then throwing him head first into the announce desk, Dane grabs Allen and rolls him back into the ring, Dane looks over his shoulder at LCP and shakes his head getting back in.



LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: Man Dane really needs to pay attention, he’s in there with the current PWE World champion….



LINCOLN PHELPS: I mean….yes…but you’re out here…so



GREYSON MARKS: And he’s distracting them both….



LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: EXXXCUUUUSE me?



Dane runs and jumps hitting a running knee to Allen as Allen gets to a vertical base sending him back down, Dane then looks over at the ropes and starts to climb calling for his elbow drop the “From the nosebleeds” but as he does he makes the mistake of looking over at LCP, Allen pulls himself up and leans on the top rope shaking it, Dane loses his footing and falls from the top rope crocheting himself! The crowd oops and Allen stops looking at Dane and empathizes with what Dane just went through. He pulls Dane down off the top rope and hits an STO, he then steps back and hits a corner slingshot splash before hooking the leg.

ONE

TWO

Dane kicks out.

LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: HEY REF…REF…THAT WAS THREE WHAT ARE YOU DOING?...LEARN TO COUNT OR I WILL FIRE YOU



GREYSON MARKS: I don’t think he can do that….



LINCOLN PHELPS: Yeah…mate I think thats a step too far….



Allen calls for the heckler control, Dane starts to move, Allen runs forward and jumps but Dane slides his body back, Allen stomps his foot on the mat and Dane gets to his feet and leaps in the air grabbing Allen with a paradigm shift neckbreaker. The back of Allens head hits the mat and Dane sits up needing a breather. He starts to get to his feet and stands back calling for Allen to get up, as Allen does Dane grabs him for the Redline, Allen blocks it and elbows Dane in the side of the head, Dane stumbles to the ropes, LCP laughs and points at Dane who sneers at him, Dane turns around and gets blasted with a Superkick!. Dane goes down and Allen covers.

ONE

TWO

Dane kicks out.

LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: Man that would have been embarrassing huh? Getting beat by his own move…



LINCOLN PHELPS: Well I mean….Allen uses that move but Dane whips him into the ropes….for added leverage.



LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: Man…Linc you used to be cool….why are you pointing this out?....I think I prefer Grayson now…



GREYSON MARKS: ….Well don’t I feel like the belle of the ball?



Allen pulls Dane up and goes for the Punchline but Dane is able to reach out and grab the top rope to stop Allen from lifting him, Dane throws his elbow back connecting with Allen. He then turns and tries to blast Allen with a superkick, Allen moves to the side and rolls Dane up.

ONE

TWO

THREE!

LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: HAHAHAHAHA SUCK IT DANE HAHAHAHAHAHA





NINA LAWRENCE: Here is your winner, the PWE world champion…ALLLLEN CHANEY!

As the focus of the night fixates back onto the Excellence Champion, an odd tension fills the air as the show doesn’t go off air. Smarter fans look about, noting what else could possibly happen. Yet, those in the know, those who have paid attention, understand what should come forward. As the camera trains on Allen, a hush falls over.



Allen seems to realize this feeling hanging over everything and heads over to one of the turnbuckles and hops up to just take a seat and wait, almost a look of eagerness on his face. Like a fat kid on Christmas morning. He knew cameras were still on him. He turns to one of the cameramen. He’s far enough away that we can only barely hear what he says.



ALLEN CHANEY: Why we still filmin, huh?



The lights go out, leading to “Though Our Paths May Diverge” starting. As the spotlight on the stage shines, so does the appearance of the former Pro Wrestling Excellence Champion, Damian Ayla. He stares down towards the ring, making his way there with a respectful pace. Clad in a black suit, looking every bit of the pastoral monster he was prior, he enters without his gaze dropping from his rival. The spotlight stalks him to where he stands, only a few feet away from Allen. He lifts his hand, bringing up the lights, and when he drops it, his theme fades out. Despite their excitement, the crowd gives the two men the respect not to cheer loudly.



Damian takes the necessary steps forward to size up Allen. His stoicness remains steadfast. Allen hops down from the turnbuckle and there is a strong possibility that we have never seen Allen smiling as huge and genuinely as he is right now. He looks Damin up and down before locking eyes with him.



ALLEN CHANEY: You get all dressed up for little old me?



The former champion purses his lips and shakes his head.



DAMIAN AYLA: You should know better than that. This is casual wear for me.



ALLEN CHANEY: I guess it’s just been a while then. How are things? How’s the wife? Everything going good with the bun in the oven?



There’s a genuine air of friendliness in Allen’s voice. The audience is….confused. Even more to their confusion, Damian lets a smile dawn on his face. He nods his head and shrugs.



DAMIAN AYLA: Good as she can be. It’s kinda nice to get out of the house.



He lets out a sigh before Allen responds.



ALLEN CHANEY: That’s great to hear, dude. You gonna take the jacket off or you ready right now?



Damian puts up a finger, asking for a brief moment as he shreds off the jacket. He takes the extra time to drape it over the ropes. He even indicates to the nearest stagehand that they should call security. Allen leans to look at them past Damian and nods in agreement, taking a moment to roll his neck.



And thus ends the pleasantries and the crowd goes wild as the two go to blows immediately after. Security expels from backstage, swiftly coming in to stop the two of them from fighting. The crowd jeers at the interruption as both men are taken away from one another. Damian points at the championship and mouths something about the title has a home it’s coming back to. Allen still just has the biggest smile on his face, pure joy radiating from him even with a split lip. The camera checks in on the effort for Damian, taking him away with a bloody nose. The show credits follow through along with a chant about “LET THEM FIGHT” sparking up.