VICTORY [I] | THE FIRST VICTORY

PRO WRESTLING EXCELLENCE PRESENTS...

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VICTORY I
THE FIRST VICTORY
30 AUGUST 2021

ROLEPLAY DEADLINES
FRIDAY, 27 AUGUST 2021 @ 10:00 PM MOUNTAIN DISTRICT TIME
SATURDAY, 28 AUGUST 2021 @ 12:00 AM EASTERN STANDARD TIME
SATURDAY, 28 AUGUST 2021 @  5:00 AM BRITISH SUMMER TIME
SATURDAY, 28 AUGUST 2021 @ 2:00 PM AUSTRALIAN EASTERN STANDARD TIME

SEGMENT DEADLINES
SUNDAY, 29 AUGUST 2021 @ 10:00 PM MOUNTAIN DISTRICT TIME
MONDAY, 30 AUGUST 2021 @ 12:00 AM EASTERN STANDARD TIME
MONDAY, 30 AUGUST 2021 @ 5:00 AM BRITISH SUMMER TIME
MONDAY, 30 AUGUST 2021 @ 2:00 PM AUSTRALIAN EASTERN STANDARD TIME

ROLEPLAY LIMIT
1 [ONE] ROLEPLAY @ 5,000 WORDS


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SHOW CARD




MAIN EVENT
FINAL
WINNER MATCH FIVE vs WINNER MATCH SIX
WINNER TAKES INAUGURAL EXCELLENCE CHAMPIONSHIP


CO-HEADLINERS
SEMI-FINALS
MATCH SIX
WINNER MATCH TWO vs WINNER MATCH THREE

MATCH FIVE
WINNER MATCH ONE vs WINNER MATCH FOUR


REGULAR CARD

INITIAL ROUND
MATCH FOUR
SIX-MAN OVER THE TOP ROPE ELIMINATION
ALLEN CHANEY vs THE BOMB vs KLAYTON KROSS vs DAMIAN AYLA
vs LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON vs OLLIE DORITO

MATCH THREE

SIX-MAN OVER THE TOP ROPE ELIMINATION
ZOEY MADIGAN-STAR vs ROSS HANSON vs BETSY GRANGER vs
HOLLY RHODES vs TANK FERDINAND vs ANGEL

MATCH TWO

SIX-MAN OVER THE TOP ROPE ELIMINATION
KAI DRISCOLL vs CHELSEA SKYE vs JACE KOUFAX vs TARA AYLA
vs TJ ALEXANDER vs WILLIAM BLAKE MASON

MATCH ONE

SIX-MAN OVER THE TOP ROPE ELIMINATION
KAYLA RICHARDS vs LACHLAN KANE vs NATHANIEL CARTWRIGHT 
vs XARIA LINETTE vs CIELA LUIZ vs ASHLEY WHITMORE

*NOTE: Those who do not move onto the next round will not have a Loss added to their record. Wins only count this show.

#MADEOFEXCELLENCE

PRO WRESTLING EXCELLENCE PRESENTS...

LIVE FROM THE MICHELOB ULTRA ARENA IN LAS VEGAS, NEVADA


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As "Resist" by Void Chapter featuring Celldweller continues from the opening package and plays over the arena address system, the Pro Wrestling EXCELLENCE ring is visible as the crowd gathered cheers around it loudly. It's not deafening, but it is loud. There are a few empty seats in the arena, but that's to be expected from a completely new company. Pro Wrestling EXCELLENCE would garner the eyes of the world, but all in due time. Regardless, as the lights circle the crowd in flashes of light, the camera lands not at ringside, but upon the side of the stage. Seated at a hightop announcer's desk is Play-by-Play Commentator Greyson Marks in his distinguished suit, looking dashing as always. Next to him is his younger counterpart, Color Commentator Lincoln Phelps, his tattoos prominent and glaring against Marks' prim behavior. He holds a glass of amber liquid upwards and winks at the camera.

GREYSON MARKS: Welcome Ladies and Gentlemen to Victory One! We're excited to bring you an action-packed show filled with twists and turns that are definitely unexpected. We are crowning the first ever Pro Wrestling EXCELLENCE Champion tonight, and everyone has an opportunity.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Literally everyone.

GREYSON MARKS: First thing's first, though. Coming to you live with all the action and every twist and turn labeled is myself, Greyson Marks. And joining me, with a glass of whiskey in his hands, is--

LINCOLN PHELPS: Lincoln Phelps. Good evenin', gov'nas.

The differences between the two are endless, but they seem to be in somewhat of a synced situation. Marks nods his head towards the camera as Lincoln takes a nice healthy sip of his drink.

GREYSON MARKS: Tonight, we're going to see four six-person matches that send our competitors over the top rope for the opportunity to face off, one on one, for the Pro Wrestling EXCELLENCE Championship in our Main Event.

LINCOLN PHELPS: There's a fuckin' cat, mate.

GREYSON MARKS: There most certainly is, Lincoln. Amongst competitors like Ollie Dorito, we also have crowd favorites like Lewis Chad Pinkston and Betsy Granger. Not to mention, known names like Zoey Madigan-Star and Xaria Linette have come back to wrestling after so much time off.

LINCOLN PHELPS: It was absolutely a doozy of a night watching all of those promotional videos. I have to say, I am stoked to watch the Aylas take on the rest of this company.

GREYSON MARKS: You would be.

Lincoln raises his glass in his direction, along with a nicely placed center finger.

GREYSON MARKS: There are so many options to win tonight out of the twenty-four competitors, including rookies just out of the academy that caught the eye of our pervasive owner. Speaking of which...

A clearing of the throat sounds as on the large screens above the ring, a woman with a short bob and a smile on her face appears. Ophelia Knight stands, shrubbery behind her, as she looks upon the Pro Wrestling EXCELLENCE Faithful who have begun to cheer for her. She nods her head forward and smiles.

OPHELIA KNIGHT: I am so very pleased to see all of you here. As I said on Strategic Assault, I wasn't expecting a roster of twenty-four competitors all of different skillsets to come along and do an amazing thing. I wasn't expecting the mass amount of Twitter engagement, I wasn't expecting the level of success that has come to us in such a short time. Like I did say, every year, there are several upstart companies that either take off, or they shut down, and I do not plan on being one of those companies. We are here to stay, and I guess I should say I'm sorry for having the audacity to state that here, and now.

The cheers are quiet, but they are still audible.

OPHELIA KNIGHT: I will not make a ton of grand speeches tonight. I will see you near the end, when we reveal the championships all three of them. That's right. There will be three championships here in Pro Wrestling EXCELLENCE, and we know you are dying to see who can take them all. Before the main event, we will reveal all. Until then, enjoy this night of pure, unadulterated wrestling. No gimmicks. No frills. Just fighting.

She smiles.

OPHELIA KNIGHT: This. Is. Excellence.

A camera fades in from the cheering fans in attendance to the backstage area; the pop swells as Betsy Granger comes into focus. The cheers turn to a mixture of laughter and wolf-whistles when they catch her costume: the Impossible Traveler was dressed to be the Impossible Fortune Teller. Decked out in a tummy revealing shirt of peacock blue and dark green silks with gold coins jangling just below her breasts; the sleeves whisper softly in the air as she moves her hands around. Her pants are made of the same silks, the gold coins circling her hips jangling merrily with every move. Her luxurious hair fell in a thick, golden river down her back, held in place by the purple headdress she had slipped on. On a small, round table covered by a decorative purple blanket, is a lit-up crystal ball, accompanied by a deck of tarot cards and an assortment of crystals. Candles were lit up in the dim area around her, as Betsy had naturally set up shop in a dark corner for maximum effect. Lively medieval music plays around her as she dances on slippered feet, waiting for someone to stop by.

She doesn’t have to wait long as LC Pinkston and his new bride, Ophelia Pain-Pinkston come into view after turning a corner. Betsy grins and continues to dance, knowing it wouldn’t take them long to notice her set-up. Sure enough, Ophelia spies her first and lets out an excited squeal. Pinkston seems less enthusiastic, but follows his wife, who had broken free of their hand-hold and was now scooping Betsy up into a bear-hug. Giggling, Betsy returns the hug and keeping an arm around the red-heads shoulders, gestures towards her table.

BETSY GRANGER: Would you care to have your fortune read today, mi’lady?

OPHELIA PAIN-PINKSTON: By you? Of course!

With a grand, sweeping bow, Betsy turns towards her table and picks up the deck of tarot cards. LC rolls his eyes as he joins the women, remaining silent for the time being as he watches Betsy shuffle expertly.

BETSY GRANGER: I want you to focus your mind on a question, any question you want answered. Don’t say it out loud, just focus on it.

Ophelia closes her eyes and screws up her face as she follows Betsy’s lead. LC shifts from one foot to the other, crossing his arms and looking on, his face poorly hiding his skepticism. After a minute, Betsy stops shuffling and sets the cards down on the table. Putting a hand gently on Ophelia’s shoulder, she gets the new bride’s attention.

BETSY GRANGER: Now, I want you to manifest that question into the cards and cut them three times. It doesn’t have to be done a certain way, however you want to cut them, just make sure it’s done thrice.

Doing as she’s told, Ophelia cuts the cards into three very differently sized piles then puts them back together. Betsy picks up the cards again and fans them out in her hands, holding them before Ophelia.

BETSY GRANGER: Pick whichever one calls to you first.

Closing her eyes again, Ophelia allows her left hand to hover above the deck, moving it back and forth slowly a few times. After her fifth pass, Ophelia’s hand drops gently over a card and plucks it out carefully. Opening her eyes, she grins at Betsy and hands the card out to her without looking at it. Setting the other cards back on the table, Betsy accepts the proffered card and flips it over.

BETSY GRANGER: The Ace of Pentacles, a very lucky card indeed; it represents good fortune and new opportunities that typically manifest in job offers and-or an influx of cash. Well, I think it’s safe to say THAT tracks. You’ve certainly been making waves in the pro-wrestling scene, whether it’s what you do in the ring or outside of it.

She shoots a mischievous wink at LC, who only shakes his head.

BETSY GRANGER: But it’s not just that you’ve done these things, it’s that you did them yourself. A self-made woman is the most powerful creature on this planet and one to be feared above all others.

OPHELIA PAIN-PINKSTON:That wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be; I figured I’d pull something bad like Death or the Devil.

Chuckling, Betsy adds the card back to the deck.

BETSY GRANGER: Funny thing, neither of those cards actually represent anything bad. They’ve got a stigma because of what they’re called-

LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: Death isn’t bad, as it typically represents rebirth and renewal; don’t downplay the negatives of the Devil, though. It represents a lot of stuff wrong with the world we live in today.

It wasn’t just the sudden inclusion of the man in the conversation, it was the knowledge he seemed to pluck out of thin air that caused Betsy to pause. Turning her attention on him, Betsy takes a step closer to LC, shuffling the cards again as she does.

BETSY GRANGER: That’s a random bit of trivia to just suddenly contribute to the conversation. How about we pull your card next, hmmm? Find out what Pinkie has lurking beneath the surface.

LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: There are some questions I don’t need answered, Betsy. Besides, we both know that the act of fortune telling is little more than lucky guesswork and bullshitting a hapless sucker.

Grinning, Betsy sets the cards back on the table and snatches up LC’s hand. He tries to pull it away, but her sudden action allows Betsy to tighten her grip over his wrist. Knowing he was momentarily trapped, LC sighs as he stops resisting, knowing what was about to come. Betsy observes his palm carefully, using her own finger to trace the lines in his hands. She makes a little “mmmmmm” noise as she nods, finally letting go of his hand.

BETSY GRANGER: I’m afraid your outlook isn’t quite as sunny as your wife’s, my friend. It says here that while you have a fair shot at getting past the first match, your odds of making it to the finals are slim. I guess that’s what happens when even the stars know that Pinkie fears Granger.

LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: See, wife? I told you we should have just kept going.

OPHELIA PAIN-PINKSTON: But this is fun, Husband! And we know Betsy is only kidding, right?

Her smile fades slightly as she takes in the grin on Betsy’s face, which contrasts dramatically with the ill-humor in LC’s.

OPHELIA PAIN-PINKSTON: Right, you two?

BETSY GRANGER: Of course it’s all in good fun. Really, LC, you need to lighten up a bit.

LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: It’s the shit like this that you do, that finds yourself on the Bitch List, you know.

BETSY GRANGER: Did I also mention that your love-line is strong as heck? At least you’ll always have that going for you… You know what they say, big love-line, big-

LEWIS CHAD PINKSTONI’m positive NOBODY says that.

Before she can formulate any sort of reply, LC grabs Ophelia’s hand and marches them off in the direction they had been heading. With an apologetic giggle, Ophelia waves towards Betsy as she is led away.

OPHELIA PAIN-PINKSTON: Don’t forget to order your dress so you have it for the reception!

Shooting her retreating friend a double thumbs-up, Betsy turns her attention back to her set-up. She starts to dance again, just as Ross Hanson appears. The big guy watches her for a minute, arms crossed and grinning at her. Betsy gives him a wink and sweeps her hand dramatically across the table.

BETSY GRANGER: Would you like to have your fortune read tonight, sir?

ROSS HANSON: Is this going to involve you telling me how you’re going to toss me over the top rope to win our match?

Despite her resolve to stay in character, Betsy laughs openly.

BETSY GRANGER: Perhaps… I suppose your fate is up to the cards.

As she says this, Chelsea Skye joins them, wasting no time to snuggle back into the arms of Ross Hanson. Directing her gaze at Betsy, she gives her new friend a confused smile.

CHELSEA SKYE: “How much are ya charging, Bets?

BETSY GRANGER: Free tonight only; do you dare?

CHELSEA SKYE: Do you really need to ask?

Pulling the stool out towards her, the Nightmare Angel takes a seat and leans forward with a wide grin now. Betsy begins to shuffle the cards; meanwhile, Ross takes up the space behind Chelsea, resting his hands on her shoulders. #Skyeson was the picture perfect couple in person. A minute passed as Betsy shuffled on before she suddenly sent the cards flying through the air.

BETSY GRANGER: The cards be damned, it’s the crystal ball for you! I hear it calling to me!

#Skyeson’s eyes are still glued on the cards that fall gracefully from the air all around the table.

ROSS HANSON: Is this the part where you see aliens in a basketball game against Michael Jordan and Bugs Bunny?

Chelsea chuckles appreciatively at her boyfriend’s remark.

CHELSEA SKYE: We watched the original Space Jam on TV yesterday, don’t mind him.

She pauses for a moment, as another thought enters her mind.

CHELSEA SKYE: And because of that, I’ve had the Space Jam theme stuck in my head! Still better than I Believe I Can Fly at least!

The hands of the Impossible Traveler have paused over the crystal ball as Chelsea begins to sing the song in question. She waits for a moment for Chelsea to finish before applauding.

BETSY GRANGER: Very good… And to answer your question, Big Fella, no… But it’s ironic that she brought up R Kelly, because you’ll be touching the sky when I send you flying over the top rope tonight. Can you believe it?

Her tone is friendly and teasing, her eyes sparkling with her excitement. She starts waving her hands over the crystal ball again and leans in closer to it.

BETSY GRANGER: And Chelsea, my goodness! Such a promising future ahead of you, so bright, so… Oh wow, so pregnant?

Chelsea’s sing along to the Space Jam theme was cut off by the “So Pregnant” line as she had started coughing loudly when she heard that. Tapping the ball, Betsy gives #Skyeson an apologetic grin.

BETSY GRANGER: My fault, I could have worded that WAY better. I see you becoming flush with wealth, success, happiness… Well, that’s peachy!

CHELSEA SKYE: Your cards are lucky that I wasn’t drinking anything just now!

She admits this with an embarrassed grin as she regains her composure.

CHELSEA SKYE: Let’s start with something simple, will I get a dog in the near future?

Humming the Spider-Man theme as she waves her arms dramatically again, Betsy leans in closer to the ball, the tip of her nose touching the cool glass.

BETSY GRANGER: Two puppies! I see two fur babies and a youngling running around a big back yard with them. I think it’s your semen demon-

Betsy points to Ross, reminding everyone that he was still there. He appears to still be recovering from the pregnancy joke.

BETSY GRANGER: -but he’s at least a year or two older. Aw, you two are gonna last, that’s great!

CHELSEA SKYE: Semen Demon, I’m going to have to write that down as a band name!

Chelsea makes a mental note before motioning for Ross to ask something. He hesitates briefly, brushing one of the crystals on the table with his fingertips.

ROSS HANSON: You know...I gotta be honest. All my questions are about my past, not my future. I know that whatever happens tonight, whether you win our first round match or I do...I'm going to be just fine. With friends like you, a girl like Chelsea, and a kid who already knows how to use the McDonald's app to order food...my future looks pretty awesome. No...It's not what's going to happen that bugs me. It's what's already happened.

Ross looks around the room for a minute, as the gears inside his head change direction.

ROSS HANSON: Although I am wondering if Kayla Richards will ever shut up. Think we can get a good answer for that?

It is now Ross's turn to smile. Betsy gives him a cheeky grin in return and looks into the crystal ball for clarity.

BETSY GRANGER: Oh… My, this IS interesting!

Revealing her hands from underneath the table, Betsy is now shaking a Magic 8 Ball in front of her face. She flips it over as she repeats his question.

BETSY GRANGER: The almighty Magic Ball tells me thaaaaaat…. Outlook not so good. Well that’s disappointing… Hey Magic 8 Ball, what are the odds that one of us eventually clips her vocal cords during a match?

She shakes the Magic 8 Ball again, flips it over and peers at the blue liquid as the die reveals it’s message.

BETSY GRANGER: You may rely on it… Well, at least we have something to look forward to.

Ross silently celebrates by drawing his fist in towards his body.

CHELSEA SKYE: Well. there’s that at least, I swear that woman was probably badmouthing the doctors and the midwives as she was coming out of her mom’s crotch!

She grumbles under her breath before a question pops into her head.

CHELSEA SKYE: How long until……

Trailing off, Chelsea glances over at Ross who starts tugging at his collar nervously.

CHELSEA SKYE: I win my first title?

Ross breathes a sigh of relief.

ROSS HANSON: I'm going to have a heart attack before I even make it to Gorilla position…

BETSY GRANGERr: No heart attacks as my fortune stands, please… That wasn’t in the cards. Is there anything else I can give you fine folks some insight on tonight?

Shaking her head, Chelsea rises from the stool.

CHELSEA SKYE: I think you’ve given us quite enough for the time being. This was fun!

With a wink, Betsy holds up a hand and gestures mysteriously.

BETSY GRANGER: I’m having one last vision… Ah, I see… delicious burgers and craft beer in the VERY near future for us. Yum yum.

She waves at the couple as they retreat hand in hand, leaving Betsy on her own again. It isn’t long, however, until Ciela Luiz ventures into the area. A grin crosses the face of the green-haired fighter as she approaches.

CIELA LUIZ: Fortune telling, Betsy? Doesn’t that seem a bit like cheating to you?

Betsy gives Ciela a big wink while shaking her head no.

BETSY GRANGER: Wanna find out? How about a peek in my crystal ball?

CIELA LUIZ: Really Betsy, you don’t think there’s anything that ball can tell me that I wouldn’t already know?

Gesturing towards the little stool Chelsea had just been occupying, Betsy sits herself down on her own stool and begins to wave her hands over the ball. After several moments of the Impossible Traveler humming (which is, once again, the Spider-Man theme), she looks up at Ciela, who was looking at her skeptically. One leg was crossed over the other, both arms over her chest as she bestowed a challenging grin on her fellow time traveler. Betsy answered the grin with one of her own.

BETSY GRANGER: I see many possibilities to your future; in many of them, your mission here will be a success, though not the way you’d envisioned. There’s a long path ahead of you, Miss Luiz, and it is a difficult one. But I sense a strong-will and a tenacity that can’t be matched; whatever it is you seek, you will find.

Her lips puffed out, Ciela studies Betsy’s face silently noticing the complete lack of humor that was typically there. It was obvious that the Impossible One had meant every word, unironically.

CIELA LUIZ: What exactly DO you know about my reasons for being here?

Her question is asked tentatively, earning her a shrug from Betsy.

BETSY GRANGER: I know that you are here for mostly personal reasons; seeking your mother, from what I’ve been made to understand. You do know there are consequences for manipulating time and reality for personal gain, right?

CIELA LUIZ: I could ask you the same thing.

BETSY GRANGER: Indeed you could; I suppose we’re both being naughty right now, playing fast and loose with the fabric of time.

Even as the words leave her lips, she looks over Ciela’s shoulder at another tear spreading across her vision. It crackles slightly, creating a grey void where it begins to split open, revealing a look at the dark, vast universe beyond it. Turning around to follow her gaze, Ciela’s eyes widen as they land on what Betsy can see; a soft gasp escapes her as she gets to her feet and the two time travelers stand side by side.

CIELA LUIZ: How much time do we have?

As quickly as it appeared, the tear in reality mends itself, or so it appeared. Sucking in her breath, Betsy turns her head to glance at Ciela.

BETSY GRANGER: If it keeps up at this rate… Not much. And neither of us is anywhere near done with our quests. It’s funny, we’ve actually got similar goals; I recently found out my birth parents are alive and have been held captive my entire life…

Turning her head back to the rippling scene, they watch in silence as several scenes throughout history play at a breakneck speed. The crack begins to shrink, closing in on itself as quickly as it had appeared; in moments, it was gone and any sign of disruption disappeared with it.

BETSY GRANGER: We should talk more soon.

CIELA LUIZ: Yeah… Yeah, we definitely should… soon.

The two turn towards one another, exchanging another troubled glance. An uncomfortable silence fills the world around them; finally, Ciela backs away, throwing a thumb over her shoulder.

CIELA LUIZ: I should get myself changed… Did I hear something about burgers and beer later on tonight?

Betsy nods, allowing a gentle smile to light up her face again.

BETSY GRANGER: Yeah, you’d be perfectly welcome to join us, if you’d like. The more the merrier.

Ciela only nodded without giving a verbal reply; with a last wave, she disappeared around the corner towards the locker rooms. Betsy turns back to her display and looks forlornly at all the tarot cards on the floor.

BETSY GRANGER: I shouldn’t have done that… but it looked cool.

Bending over, the last shot the camera has is the Impossible Traveler snatching up all the colorful cards before the camera fades out.

A black Audi A8 pulls up near one of the special entrances of the Las Vegas arena. Out of it, Damian Ayla makes his appearance, tugging his suit jacket back into place. He rounds the vehicle and opens the door. From out of it, Tara Ayla steps out, eyeing the arena with a look of both trepidation and agitation. She rubs one of her temples and looks over at Damian, quietly pleading with him. Without any words himself, Damian takes Tara by the hand and guides her into the backstage area. Stagehands are running around, fervent with the new show energy. Damian pulls Tara closer as he weaves a path through the people. People who drew too close to them get a glare from Damian, forcing them to avert from them or risk potential harm.

After clearing the mass majority, Damian lets out a low sigh, somewhat relieved to be away from the public. He checks in on Tara who begins to come down from a similar state. Her gritted teeth soften into a thin frown. Her downward eyes lift up to meet her husband’s. The silence continues between them, and Damian offers her a smile.

DAMIAN AYLA: Whatever happens tonight, we will go home as who we are meant to be.

Tara doesn’t vocally respond but gives her husband a smile. He takes her hand into his and gives it a squeeze.

DAMIAN AYLA: If we face off in the finals tonight, my love, I’ll be proud to finally take you on. No more sparring. It will be a real fight.

Despite the grave matters of which he speaks, Tara’s smile blooms even more. The two look as if they’re about to start walking again, but then--

HAHAHAHAHAHA!

A chaotic laugh echoes throughout the entire hallway. Walking across the way, far from them, Melissa Reed prances. Damian seems to stiffen up at the sight, his gentle features now solidifying. He now looks the part of the Godslaying Beast, rather than the considerate husband he was earlier. Tara’s porcelain face follows suit, but there’s much more malice developing. Her eyes speak the tale of her murdering whoever stands on the other end of her gaze. Damian places her hand closer to his chest.

DAMIAN AYLA: There’s no need to let that rile you up, Tara. We will deal with that sooner than you may expect.

Tara’s pleading returns, but with much more sinister reasoning. Cameron tilts his head as he begins to walk again.

DAMIAN AYLA: Yes, because you know that she’s too reckless. She’ll understand the consequences soon enough, my dear.

The two then vanish from the camera’s sight and the feed tracks elsewhere.

We cut back in from the backstage area at ringside, where all six participants are in the ring. Each competitor is treated the same as the next, no special frills, no entrances viewed. The crowd pops wildly as the bell rings loudly.

GREYSON MARKS: Here we go, the first match in PWE History is underway!

LINCOLN PHELPS: I’m excited Greyson...this should be great! We are going to crown the first ever PWE Champion!

Kayla Richards steps forward and starts mouthing off at the rest of the field. Lachlan, Nathaniel, Xaria, Ciela and Ashley all look at each other and then suddenly attack Kayla, they pick her up as a group and carry her to the ropes. Kayla kicks and screams before being able to slip down behind them, she then hits a high kick connecting with Ashley, it sends her over the top rope to the floor!

LINCOLN PHELPS: Whoa! What a shot from Kayla!

GREYSON MARKS: Down goes Crystal Hilton’s protege!

LINCOLN PHELPS: At the hands of her mentor's best friend no less!

NINA LAWRENCE: ASHLEY WHITMORE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

Kayla laughs as Ashley looks up at the ring annoyed, meanwhile Xaria Linette attacks Lachlan Kane from behind with a hard forearm to the back to Lachlan's head, Nathaniel gets grabbed by the back and shoved towards the ropes by Ciela, Nathaniel though reverses it and goes to throw Ciela over, Ciela grabs the top rope and holds on for dear life, Kayla kicks Nathanial in the back hard trying to get him over the top rope, meanwhile Xaria hits a dropkick on Lachlan and he backs up into Ciela, Nathaniel dumps Lachlan and Ciela over the top rope at the same time!

GREYSON MARKS: AND OUT GOES TWO STARS AT ONCE!

LINCOLN PHELPS: Hey, that’s the danger of standing close to the ropes.

NINA LAWRENCE: CIELA LUIZ AND LACHLAN KANE HAVE BEEN ELIMINATED.

Nathaniel turns and Xaria and Kayla look over at him, Kayla tries to talk Xaria into helping her, Xaria sneers and they both attack beating down Nathaniel, but he ducks down and picks both women up trying to dump them over the top rope, they land on the apron and he goes to shoulder charge them off, they step back and as he goes through the top and middle ropes both Xaria and Kayla kick him in the chest sending him back into the ring. He stumbles back and both women get in the ring and charge clotheslining Nathaniel over the top rope to the floor.

LINCOLN PHELPS:: That’s a surprise! I thought Nathaniel was going to not only win this match, but had a chance to take the title home!

GREYSON MARKS: And we are down to two!

NINA LAWRENCE: NATHANIEL CARTWRIGHT HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

And we are down to two. Xaria Linette and Kayla Richards stare each other down, Kayla sneers and Xaria shakes her head. The two women then shrug and go right at each other in a hockey fight style, hard right hands over and over again, Xaria gets the upperhand and backs Kayla into the ropes; Xaria goes to clothesline Kayla over the top rope, but Kayla ducks and throws Xaria up, Xaria lands on the apron and hits Kayla with a vicious right hand, Kayla backs up and Xaria gets back in the ring running at Kayla. Kayla leaps up and hits the Dreamkiller as Xaria comes in! Kayla looks down and starts to pull Xaria up.

GREYSON MARKS: DREAMKILLER!

LINCOLN PHELPS:: This could be it!...wait, what’s that?

Suddenly “Blinding Lights” by Fame on Fire hits! Kayla lets Xaria go and looks up at the entrance way, begging for Betsy Granger to come down and try something, but no one comes out! This, however allows Xaria to get to her feet, she runs forward and dumps Kayla over the top rope with a smile.

GREYSON MARKS: KAYLA RICHARDS HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

LINCOLN PHELPS:: DING DONG, THE WITCH IS DEAD!

GREYSON MARKS: ...dude…

NINA LAWRENCE: KAYLA RICHARDS HAS BEEN ELIMINATED! YOUR WINNER AND MOVING ON TO THE SEMI-FINALS...XARIAAAAAA LINETTE!!!!!!!!!!!!

Xaria steps back into the center of the ring and allows the referree's hand to raise her own in victory. Sitting at the bottom of the ring, where she landed, Kayla sneers, holding her head and gritting her teeth. This was her's to win, but of course...others had their say in how it happened. The camera snaps off of Kayla to get one more shot at Xaria, before moving to the two-minute and forty-five second ad break from HULU.

The scene opens backstage at Victory One where we see one of the youngest members of the PWE Roster “The Nightmare Angel” Chelsea Skye doing some stretches ahead of her Battle Royal.

CHELSEA SKYE: Five opponents in the first round, me and TJ Alexander against four veterans of this business, what can go wrong?

Chelsea wonders to herself before she stands up straight.

Chelsea: Oh, right, if I win, there’s a chance that I’ll have to face off against Ross.

The camera turns slightly to reveal Ross Hanson standing beside Chelsea, who just smiles and waves at the camera.

ROSS HANSON: She's not wrong, you know.

Ross turns towards his new girlfriend.

ROSS HANSON: And what's so bad about that? It's not like being rough isn't already part of the job description, dear.

Chelsea grins before she shares a kiss with her boyfriend.

CHELSEA SKYE: Nothing wrong with it from a match perspective, just a bit worried about it getting awkward after the show.

Chelsea admits before she brushes some hair over her shoulder.

CHELSEA SKYE: But I’ve been ready for this night since I signed that contract! Granted, I didn’t think I’d get a boyfriend before the show but, well, I’m not complaining!

Chelsea adds before pulling Ross into a passionate kiss, they break it off before it gets too frisky however. Ross blushes a little bit afterwards.

CHELSEA SKYE: Off course, we both have some tough competition in our matches to say the least!

Ross his arm around Chelsea's shoulders, smiling over at her briefly with a chuckle.

ROSS HANSON: If you're trying to convince me to let you win if we face off, it's almost working. But don't you…

Ross now turns to face the camera, pointing at it with his free hand and slowly bringing it back down to Chelsea's side.

ROSS HANSON: Or you...worry about it getting awkward afterwards. We might be pro wrestling's newest and hottest couple, and by that I mean she's hot and we're a new couple, but we're still wrestlers. We're still here to compete, and between all of the jerks, idiots, morons, and all around assholes sprinkled in between everyone else in tonight's tournament….Chelsea, wouldn't you say it's safe to assume that we have plenty of reasons to want to make it to the finals?

CHELSEA SKYE: True , just one problem, the winner of match two faces the winner of match three in the semi-finals, I’m in match two and you’re in match three.

Ross nods quietly, while Chelsea sighs to herself.

CHELSEA SKYE: And I bet there’s at least one person on the roster making jokes about semis as we speak!

Chelsea says as she rolls her eyes, and Ross giggles once at the innuendo.

CHELSEA SKYE: Which means that only one of us can get to the finals and that’s obviously if we win our Battle Royals, but if we do meet up in the semis, well, may the best woman with back and red hair win!

Chelsea adds with a cheeky wink to the camera.

ROSS HANSON: And whoever doesn't have to deal with this lovely lady here will probably have to deal with me. That doesn't seem like much now, but let's see if your tune changes once I've tied your arms and legs together and rolled you around the ring like a tumbleweed. I'm just saying...if I were a betting man...and I were in someplace like Las Vegas…

Ross gestures at himself and Chelsea as if they were the grand prize on Wheel Of Fortune.

ROSS HANSON: I'd bet on one of us being the first ever Excellence Champion.

CHELSEA SKYE: Either that or I do as I said on Strategic Assault, lose but leave my name on tips on everyone’s tongues, speaking off.

Chelsea pulls Ross into another passionate kiss, this one with plenty of tongue, it lasts a bit longer than the last one but she still breaks it off before their clothes start coming off.

CHELSEA SKYE: Who knows? Maybe if either of us win the tournament and the title tonight he’ll get the full show once we’re in our hotel room? Either way, good luck in your Battle Royal Ross, because I’ve got mine to win!

Chelsea says before she walks off. Ross is frozen in time as he just watches Chelsea walking away with a grin, totally ignoring the camera just a couple feet away.

ROSS HANSON: You too…

Ross snaps out of it, shaking his head and muttering to himself (and everyone else) as the scene fades.

ROSS HANSON: ...well, here goes nothing…

The couple go their separate ways as the scene fades.

GREYSON MARKS: Are we ready for match two, Linc?

LINCOLN PHELPS: Don’t call me that...

Cutting back from the backstage area, the next six names are in the ring ready to go. The bell rings and all six opponents go at it. Kai going after Chelsea, Jace going after TJ, and Tara and Blake all pairing off throwing hard rights and lefts at each other. Jace Koufax hits TJ, sending him down hard, he then turns and runs at Tara and WBM who are fighting near the ropes. They both duck down and send Jace Koufaxe up and over to the floor!

LINCOLN PHELPS: SEE YA BALDY!

NINA LAWRENCE: JACE KOUFAX HAS BEEN ELIMINATED.

Tara and Mason go back to it, with Mason grabbing Tara by the hair and running her head first into the top turnbuckle, he then reaches down and grabs a hold of Taras leg trying to dump her over the top rope but Tara wraps her arms around the top rope holding on for dear life. TJ Alexander comes over to try and help Blake Mason with Miss Ayla, but Chelsea Skye leaps up hitting a dropkick on Kai Driscoll sending him flying backwards into both men. William Blake Mason grabs Kai by the back and dumps him up and over to the floor surprising the fans at ringside!

GREYSON MARKS: KAI DRISCOLL IS OUT!

LINCOLN PHELPS: Damn...Kai Driscoll seemed like he was going to hit the ground running in PWE...hopefully this is just a hiccup…

NINA LAWRENCE: KAI DRISCOLL HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

Chelsea runs forward and tries to take TJ out, TJ though sidesteps her and gives Chelsea a boost towards the ropes, Chelsea jumps over to the apron, grabbing the top rope to kick TJ in the side of the head, Alexander stumbles back, Chelsea then sprinboards up and off the top rope with a missile dropkick sending the crowd into a round of applause. Meanwhile William Blake Mason is still trying to work on Tara in the corner, Tara is able to get him away kicking Mason, in the side of the head. But then as we turn our attention back to Chelsea and TJ, Chelsea is able to clothesline TJ over the top rope to the floor!

LINCOLN PHELPS: Awww, no flippy dude got dumped by Ross Hansons cum ra--

GREYSON MARKS: LINCOLN!.....put the whiskey down…

NINA LAWRENCE: TJ ALEXANDER HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

Chelsea throws her hands in the air pleased with herself, but Blake Mason grabs Chelsea by the tights dumping her over the top to the floor, but the fact Mason took his attention off of Tara, which allows her to run up from behind and dump them both over to the floor!

GREYSON MARKS: And the fans don’t like that one bit...Chelsea Skye seems to have captured the hearts and minds of these fans…

LINCOLN PHELPS: Hey, I’ll be the first one to admit that I was impressed and shocked by what Chelsea did...but not everyone can win.

NINA LAWRENCE: CHELSEA SKYE AND WILLIAM BLAKE MASON HAVE BEEN ELIMINATED, MOVING ON TO THE SEMI-FINAL TAAAAAARRRRAAAAAA  AYLLLLLLLLLLLLA!!!!!!!

Backstage, mere moments before her first match in almost fourteen months is set to take place, the Sorceress Supreme of Professional Wrestling, Zoey Madigan-Star, is taking some quiet time to stretch out and ready herself for the battle royale. We are so used to seeing the young lady smiling brightly, offering a wave and a kind word to just about everyone that crosses her path, that it is strange to see her looking so intense. Her golden eyes stare forward, not at anything in particular, just in the direction in which she is pointed. Upon a high rack before her she has placed her leg, parallel with the floor. Leaning forward, she easily grasps the sole of her boot, lacing her fingers and bringing her torso down flat against her thigh.

Flexible in all the right places, this one. She lifts the leg and turns, lowering herself into a position that sees her left leg bent and the right extended, resting upon its heel. Then she switches sides. And people are entranced. If she is aware of the camera, she does not let on… at least for a few long moments; her dark hair is hanging loose in front of her face, so it could be forgiven if she did not acknowledge said camera. But then we can see that smile form. She tosses her head back, flinging her hair over her shoulder and looking up at the camera.

ZOEY MADIGAN-STAR: “So, what will it be? Final thoughts before entering the ring tonight? A retort toward my opponents who had some rather pointed things to say about me? Something cute and quotable for PWE to put on a t-shirt?”

Of course she is being a little saucy, but we can forgive her that minor transgression. She rises to her feet, sliding her hands through her hair and tossing it just a little.

ZOEY MADIGAN-STAR: “I mean, part of me thinks I should be worried, considering how one of my opponents threatened my soul… and another questioned the quality of my opponents before now.”

That last bit seems to cause her amusement; the soul-threatening stuff, though, barely rates a smirk.

ZOEY MADIGAN-STAR: “Oh, Betsy… my level of competition was stellar. But I don’t expect you to take my word for it. A word of advice, though, if I may? Don’t go sharing such thoughts on Twitter. You won’t like how that goes.”

A threat? No, it is not anything along those lines. Zoey actually sounds pretty serious when she says it. Does she know something that we do not?

ZOEY MADIGAN-STAR: “I like the magic versus science line. But have you never read DC Comics before? Allow me to impart an interesting theory to you: magic is just a level of technology that cannot be explained yet. Your science is no doubt impressive, but my magic can and will stand above it… and thus lead me to victory.”

Then the smile is back again, along with a wink. Yep, she definitely knows something...

ZOEY MADIGAN-STAR: “Holly… where it comes to you, dear, I’ll stick to what I said before: I’m looking forward to seeing what you can do. Don’t let yourself be intimidated tonight. Not by me or anyone else. Just do your best. Effort, after all, does count for something in this business. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. And before I forget… Ross Hanson.”

She laughs musically, shaking her head and folding her arms beneath her chest.

ZOEY MADIGAN-STAR: “You forgot about me, dear. I’m hurt. Then again, Tank forgot about all of us, so I can let this slide.”

Quasi-flirting aside, Zoey brings a hand up to run through her hair again, which seems like a bit of a nervous tic… except that as her hand passes over her face, it changes her smile, the tone of it, and her expression reverts to its original state from earlier.

ZOEY MADIGAN-STAR: “That covers my retorts, so how about some final thoughts?”

The whitest of teeth peek out from between slightly-parted, purple-painted lips.

ZOEY MADIGAN-STAR: “I promised the show of a lifetime tonight, and I intend to make that happen. Win, lose or draw, no one watching Victory this evening will forget who I am. Obviously winning would be the best outcome, but that is the benefit of having your head on straight: you can keep things in perspective. I want to walk out of here tonight as the Excellence Champion, but even if I do not, that will not stop me gunning for it. Adversity will slow me down, but it will never stop me. And if you don’t believe that I can make it happen, I suggest you look a little closer at where I came from. It will tell you all you need to know about where I’m going… and eliminate any doubt that I can and WILL get there.”

As she had done before, Zoey dons her jacket and, with a flick of the wrist, brings her hat and wand out as well, donning the former and twirling the latter.

ZOEY MADIGAN-STAR: “Zoey Madigan-Star is taking center stage tonight, and looking to put even more gold on her resume. And it’ll be… just like magic. Put THAT on a shirt, boys and girls.”

She takes a bow… and vanishes in a puff of smoke.

Walking down the backstage area, “Excellence Evolved” Klayton Kross is dressed in some Power Rangers shorts and a Power Rangers hoody finished off with some Air Jordans. He has a holdall slung over his shoulder as he makes his way towards his locker room; he stops in his tracks looking at a poster on the wall of his match. A confident grin appears on his face or if you’re someone other than Klayton you’d say cocky grin.

KLAYTON KROSS: Damn! I look bloody excellent but what’s weird about this is that damn Ollie. One handsome cat but if it comes down to you and I little guy, I’m gonna open a tin of tuna, put it on a plate, and get the one, two, three on you that way, you got it?

Once Klayton was finished talking he points to Ollie the Cat on the poster as the backstage crew just looks at him strangely, which Klayton doesn’t notice or at least pretends he doesn’t.

KLAYTON KROSS: Tonight I have to do everything in my power to walk away as the first-ever Excellence Champion. Whether I end up facing Betsy the Time Lord who does all that cool wibbly, wobbly, timey, wimey stuff. Or if I even have to face Ross Hanson with his Achy Breaky Heart mullet. Just know dude, you’re going to go on an Excellent Adventure.

As Klayton had said “Excellent Adventure” he pointed at himself on the poster this time noticing as the backstage crew looked at him.

KLAYTON KROSS: Don’t worry, I’m not crazy like Gnarls Barkley. I’m just giving myself a pep talk, you know as Mel Gibson did in Braveheart to everyone. Just think of that iconic speech, only done better by me. Okay, I’d admit, not even I could do a speech better than Mel Gibson did in Braveheart.

The backstage crew just stands there staring at Klayton Kross who doesn’t know what to do but smiles as he stands there staring back at them.

KLAYTON KROSS: Um… I think I’m gonna do a N*SYNC right now and say Bye, bye, bye.

With that, the backstage crew just get back to what they were doing as Klayton Kross makes a quick beeline for his locker room and closes the door behind him. Looking over at the wall, he sees a mirror with a desk in front of it and a chair in front of that. Klayton throws his holdall down on the floor and heads over to the chair. He pulls the chair out, sits on it before scooting forward a bit towards the desk and closer to the mirror looking at himself in it.

KLAYTON KROSS: You got this! Remember, never let anyone bring you down. Go out there and show them what you’re capable of. You know what you’re capable of, if any of your competitors were smart enough and not lazy, they’d know what you’re capable of too. Just know that there are people out there that have been doing it longer than you. Only they might be excellent but they’re not you, they’re not “Excellence Evolved” so you go out there and you show them who you’re, got it?

When he’d finished off yet another pep talk to himself, this time in the mirror. Klayton jumped up to his feet shouting “YES!”

The chair went flying and crashing into the wall behind him as a few seconds later someone was banging on his door.

KLAYTON KROSS: I’m okay.

The grunt of the person on the other side of the door was all Klayton heard as the last time you see him, heading off to the ring for his match. The show cuts to commercial.

Back to ringside with Greyson and Lincoln, the fans viewable behind the stage are going insane as Greyson smiles.

GREYSON MARKS: Welp, here we go, the winner of this match will face Tara Ayla later on tonight…

LINCOLN PHELPS: One of our matches will be set after this...man this has been so much fun…

In the ring, the next six participants stare at each other. The bell rings and Zoey Madigan-Star steps forward putting her hand up showing her palm to everyone, she then smiles and closes her hand, the house lights turning off, when they come back on she is standing on the top rope, Zoey then flies off and hits a missile dropkick on Tank popping the crowd!

LINCOLN PHELPS: SHE’S A WIZARD ‘ARRY!!!

GREYSON MARKS: You….nerd.

Zoey pops up and Ross Hanson looks at her, then to the top rope, then back at Zoey in disbelief, he walks up and taps her on the shoulder asking how she did that MID MATCH. While the two have a conversation though Angel, Betsy and Holly all notice that Tank is up near the ropes, the three women run towards the big man and dump him over the top rope. But Tank’s friends, Coffee Black and Cookie Power catch him! They then parade him around the ring as the fans cheer, he then gets places on the apron, but as they turn away thinking they saved him Ross Hanson comes in with a hard shot taking Tank off the apron to the floor.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Awww man, I liked that guy.

GREYSON MARKS: That is a shame, he seemed entertaining…

NINA LAWRENCE: TANK FERDINAND HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

Ross looks at the booing crowd and just shrugs, Meanwhile Angel Sinn comes from the side and kicks Ross in the stomach, Ross doubles over and Angel drops Ross down in a DDT!. Ross holds his head as Holly and Betsy go at it in the corner, Zoey though comes running forward taking Angel over the top to the floor. Angel lands hard and looks up at Zoey angrily, Zoey doesn’t see Ross back to his feet coming up behind her to eliminate her, but Zoey suddenly drops down and pulls down the top rope causing the charging Ross to follow Angel down to the floor!

GREYSON MARKS: TWO ELIMINATIONS IN QUICK SUCCESSION!

LINCOLN PHELPS: Down to three!...Zoey, Holly and Betsy Granger!

NINA LAWRENCE: ANGEL AND ROSS HANSON HAVE BEEN ELIMINATED!

Zoey Madigan-Star throws her hands nin the air, she turns to find Betsy being slammed on her back by Holly Rhodes, Holly then looks over at Zoey and runs forward going for a clothesline, Zoey ducks it and hits the ropes, Holly ducks and back body drops Zoey up and over, Zoey hits the mat hard, Betsy pulls herself up on the ropes and Holly lowers the boom with a hard clothesline. Betsy shakes her head looking out of it, Holly straight away goes after Zoey to eliminate her, but Zoey pushes her back hitting a hard kick to her chest, Betsy comes from the side and takes Holly out and over the top rope with a clothesline of her own!.

GREYSON MARKS: AND THERE GOES HOLLY!

LINCOLN PHELPS: Miss Rhodes was rather impressive, but you have to watch your six in a match like this.

GREYSON MARKS: Well, Betsy came from the side so technically that was like...her three?

LINCOLN PHELPS: Geez Greyson, I bet you’re a riot at parties….

NINA LAWRENCE: HOLLY RHODES HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

And we are down to Betsy and Zoey. The two women staring each other down as they step up to one another. Betsy nods and raises her arms to get the crowd going, Zoey smirks and puts her hand up again, she goes to close her hand but Betsy grabs Zoeys hand and shakes her head before hitting a hard forearm, Zoey fires one back as the two women start fighting tooth and nail hammering in hard forearms over and over again, Betsy backs Zoey into the ropes and then backs up going for a clothesline, Zoey ducks it and hits the opposite ropes, Betsy runs forward and goes for another clothesline Zoey ducks it again and jumps hitting a dropkick on Betsy, Betsy stumbles back and Zoey comes running in, but Betsy ducks sending Zoey up and over the top rope to the floor!

GREYSON MARKS: AND BETSY WINS!

LINCOLN PHELPS: HOT DAMN ZOEY WAS A STAR IN THIS…

NINA LAWRENCE: ZOEY MADIGAN-STAR HAS BEEN ELIMINATED THE WINNER AND MOVING ON TO FACE TARA AYLA....BEEEEEEETSY GRANGERRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!

We cut backstage to find Charlie Jones in her office, she looks through a few pieces of paper before getting to the end page signing the bottom of it with a nod. She looks over with a raised eyebrow holding back a sneeze as Ollie jumps up on her desk, sitting on the edge while licking his lips having enjoyed some food.

CHARLIE JONES: Why are you looking so pleased with yourself?

Suddenly, the door flies open, Ollie leaps off the desk behind a pot plant and Charlie looks up before shaking her head.

CHARLIE JONES: Kayla...to what do I owe this pleasure?

The camera pans back to find Kayla Richards, still in her ring gear, a scowl on her face as her nostrils flare.

KAYLA RICHARDS: Really?....like you don't know? Where is Ophelia?

CHARLIE JONES: She's busy, as am I, running a show like this isn't easy...

KAYLA RICHARDS: Didn't you see what happened? I was about to win the first qualifyer. I had Xaria down and I was about to toss her over the top rope, then Betsy's music hit...

Charlie raises an eyebrow, moving around to stand in front of Kayla, folding her arms over her chest.

CHARLIE JONES: Yes, that was just a production hiccup...

KAYLA RICHARDS: A production hi....are you kidding me?

Charlie snarls and steps forward, towering over Kayla.

CHARLIE JONES: Are you calling me a liar?

Kayla looks up at Charlie not looking intimidated or backing down.

KAYLA RICHARDS: A liar?..no, I'm calling you gullible. That you would believe that is ridiculous...

CHARLIE JONES: So what exactly do you want done about it? 

KAYLA RICHARDS: The decision reversed, or, put me in one of the semi final matches ands make it a triple threat.

They stand there for a moment, Charlie blinking a few times before laughing and shaking her head.

CHARLIE JONES: All decisions are final. You lost, you were eliminated, your night is over. Go have a shower, get dressed, and enjoy the rest of the show so you can hear the announcements and see who the first champion is going to be....

Charlie looks down at her phone and shakes her head.

CHARLIE JONES: Now, if you'll excuse me...I have to take this call...

Charlie breezes past Kayla, she sneers and turns her nose up as we cut back to commercial.

GREYSON MARKS: The final qualifier Lincoln…

LINCOLN PHELPS: The winner of this match will go on to face Xaria Linette…

The five human competitors look around each other as Ollie Dorito, the Excellence Kitty sits on the top turnbuckle, cleaning himself pre-match.

GREYSON MARKS: I can’t...why is the cat actually in the ring?

LINCOLN PHELPS: Hey...Oliver Dorito, The Professor...is gonna shock the world!

The bell rings, this freaks Ollie out who arches his back, hisses and leaps from the top rope to the nearest person, which is The Bomb; he lands on her and pounces off her chest, The Bomb steps back against the ropes not sure of what exactly just happened, Klayton Kross uses the distraction to run over and take The Bomb out with a clothesline to the floor! Klayton throws his hand in the air and celebrates.

GREYSON MARKS: Wait...does Klayton get that elimination or Ollie?

LINCOLN PHELPS: Team effort.

NINA LAWRENCE: THE BOMB HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

Allen Chaney narrows his eyes, LCP leans against the top rope laughing his ass off at The Bomb who is furious at ringside. Damian Ayla on the other hand looks completely unphased by what is happening. Allen Chaney suddenly takes off after the cat. Ollie’s eyes widen as he sprints around the canvas. He circles around, Klayton Kross leans down picking Ollie up, he raises a finger right to Allen’s face and shakes his head. Ollie seems to calm down in Klayton’s arms, Allen sneers and leans down making eye contact with Ollie before yelling “BOO”. Ollie flips out, scrambles out of Klayton’s arms to his shoulder leaping off him over the top rope to the floor taking off up the rampway and to the back.

GREYSON MARKS: AWW, poor kitty.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Klayton Kross should be ashamed of himself!...he just eliminated the cat!

NINA LAWRENCE: no...I don’t...really?...ARGH...Ollie Dorito has been eliminated….

Klayton stares at Ollie and shakes his head turning around into a hard right hand by Allen Chaney, the comedian going to work attacking the meat mountain known as Klayton, Meanwhile LSP turns around and gets floored by a hard right hand from Damian Ayla. Damian grabs LSP and tries to get him out right away, LCP though grabs the top and middle ropes as well as wrapping his legs around them, squeezing them hard as Damian pushes and pulls him. Klayton ducks a right from Allen Chaney and runs him into the ropes, the two men getting into a fist fight. Klayon gets the upper hand flying in with hard right hands over and over, he stops, backs up, spits in his right hand ala The Rock and goes to hit Chaney over the top rope, Allen however blatantly kicks Klayton in the balls!. Klayton holds his nethers and Chaney grabs him dumping him over the top rope to the floor.

LINCOLN PHELPS: WOW...ALLEN CHANEY IS A DICK TO KLAYTONS CROSSES!

GREYSON MARKS: …*sigh*

NINA LAWRENCE: KLAYTON KROSS HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

Damian notices Allen on his own, looking down at LCP who is content with simply beinjg a spider monkey on the ropes. Damian turns and goes after Allen, Chaney getting into his second violence fist fight this match, the two mwn going at it as LCP looks oer his shoulder to see it, he gets shifty eyed slowly lowering himself from the ropes, he sneaks around, measures Damian and Allen up running over to dump them both, he is able to get Allen up and over onto the apron but Damian grabs LCP and gives him a shocking sounding headbutt, Damian then grabs LCP tossing him over the top rope into Allen Chaney, causing them both to fall from the apron to the floor!.

GREYSON MARKS: THAT’S IT!

LINCOLN PHELPS: We could have a husband and wife match in the final, TARA FACES BETSY AND DAMIAN FACES XARIA!

NINA LAWRENCE: LCP AND ALLEN CHANEY HAVE BEEN ELIMINATED THE WINNER AND MOVING ON TO FACE XARIA LINETTE...DAMIAN AYYYYYLA!!!!!

Down on the floor, Chaney is picking himself upwards. He looks at LCP, who is now on his feet, brushing off his body. Allen narrows his eyes, and LCP looks at him, almost blankly. For a second, there is silence, before Pinkston leaps backwards, holding up his hands. "It wasn't me, it wasn't me!" He yells at Allen, who begins to slowly stalk towards Pinkston. Pinkston backs into the outside stair, shaking his head and holding up his hands. It isn't until he -- BOINK! -- pokes Allen Chaney right in the eyes with his fingers, and then rushes up the rampway into the back. Allen holds his eyes, shakes his head, and then seethes as Damian's theme continues to play. The camera cuts away to commercial one more time.

NINA LAWRENCE: The following match is the first semi final match in the PWE tournament. Introducing first...

"Legends never die when the world is callin' you
Can you hear them screaming out your name?"

The lights of the arena immediately go out. There is nothing but absolute darkness when the vocals of Halocene lead singer Addie Nicole resonate with more of the opening lyrics to "Legends Never Die".

“Legends never die, they become a part of you
Every time you bleed for reaching greatness
Relentless you survive..."

A color-changing spotlight shines on the entrance stage and “The Harbinger” Xaria Linette emerges through the black curtains. The long-time Rainbow Angel fans are bursting with cheers for the LWA Hall of Famer!

“They never lose hope when everything's cold
And the fighting's near!"

She stands in the center of the spotlight, smiles, and closes her eyes. She extends her arms out to her sides and shows off her colorful ring attire, though she still dons the traditional red and purple hooded jacket of the Harbinger.

"It's deep in their bones
They'll run into smoke when the fire is fierce!
Oh, pick yourself up 'cause..."

The color-changing spotlight begins to flicker on and off as she makes her way towards the ring, blowing kisses to the fans and teasing them with her sexy, sultry looks and moves. Xaria ascends the steel steps, enters the ring apron, and poses, her eyes shimmering and her body language delighted.

"Legends never die when the world is calling you!
Can you hear them screamin' out your name?!"

She looks to the fans with a confident smile on her face as they shout out “XARIA!” Suddenly, the spotlight shuts off, and for a moment, there is darkness. When the lights come back on, she’s perched atop one of the corners of the ring with her legs crossed in classic Michael Rivers fashion.

"Legends never die, they become a part of you!
Every time you bleed for reaching greatness
Legends never die!"

NINA LAWRENCE: Coming to the ring, standing 5’4 and weighing in at 117 pounds, from MALIBU CALIFORNIA, she is the RAINBOW ANGEL…...XARIA LINETTE!

GREYSON MARKS: Xaria Linette won the first match ever in PWE’s history, no matter what happens from here on out she has that accolade to her name.

We cut to a replay of Xaria tossing Kayla over the top rope and having her hand raised before returning live to gthe ring.

LINCOLN PHELPS: And now she along with three others have a chance to etch their names in history and be the first ever PWE Excellence champion

GREYSON MARKS: She made her name in other companies being a dominant champion, she looks to reclaim that glory but Damian Ayla was on first earlier tonight…

We see Damian throwing LCP into Allen Chaney to end the last qualifier before going back to the live feed.

NINA LAWRENCE: And her opponent…

"Before all things reborn again. You learn the painful breath of time."

The lights in the arena fall low, allowing small pops of bright blue and purple to exclusively illuminate the environment. When the opening beat of Gojira’s “Born in Winter” descends into its harsher melody, a thick black fog floods the entrance stage. From within, two figures weave their way through. They reveal their identities as they step out onto the stage. Damian and Tara Ayla stare out in the distance as if they were transported from the dark abyss into the breathing world. Their faces were taken away by their individual masks until they take their lover’s mask. Once they do, Damian’s stony, hostile expression faces the camera. Tara steps in front of him, glaring out into the world that she despises. The two then make their way down the ramp.

Their march down the ramp is quiet, methodical, and dismissive of the audience. Once they reach the middle, Tara stops. Damian follows suit, slowly drawing up his arms. The lights in the arena begin to brighten until Tara raises her hand and drops it abruptly. In complete darkness, the audience lingers until Damian and Tara both throw their arms up again. With a flurry of an uncontrollable, rapid sequence of blue, purple, and white lighting, the entire arena is lit up again. Damian’s arms are over his chest in an X while Tara has her hands in prayer. The two of them break away and continue onto the ring apron.

Damian lifts Tara onto the ring apron before scaling the steel steps. Tara waits there for her husband as he gets close. He then reaches his hand onto her cheek, caressing her lovingly. But then he clasps her face and sends her backward over the top rope. Tara, however, lands with a perfect backflip. Damian dips below the middle rope and enters. Tara’s waiting for him in the center of the ring, her arm upward for him to take into his grip. He moves behind her sensually and drapes his arm around her neck. Tara lifts her free hand up towards his face, delicately dragging her nails against his cheek until the lights stabilize.

NINA LAWRENCE: Standing 6’3 and weighing in at 241 pounds from SILENT HILL….THE GODSLAYING BEAST...DAMIAN AYLA!

GREYSON MARKS: Damian and his wife Tara were both winners tonight and if Damian gets passed Xaria...which is no easy feat he could face Tara if she beats Betsy!

LINCOLN PHELPS: Man that is crazy, but as you said getting passed Xaria Linette is easier said than done and Tara would have to beat Betsy Granger...any one of the final four we have would make a great champion…

DING! DING! DING!

Xaria and Damian circle around one another, Damian tilts his head and looks down at Xaria who is almost a foot shorter than him. Xaria slides forward as Damian looks to go for an old fashioned collar and elbow, Xaria not falling for it knowing Damian is much bigger and stronger. She slides around under him popping to her feet hitting the ropes, Damian turns and goes for a clothesline, Xaria ducks and hits the opposite ropes, Damian then backs up with an elbow, Xaria again ducks it getting a hell of a lot of speed, Damian goes to pop Xaria in the air Xaria switches her weight and lands on Damian with a meteora, she lands and rolls forward before spinning and staying on the attack, as Damian gets to one knee Xaria leaps up wrapping her legs around his head bringing him down into a hurricarana DDT!. Damian's head spikes into the mat and Xaria moves to the corner.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Xaria is lighting Damian Ayla up right now

GREYSON MARKS: She hasn’t lost a step Lincoln, and honestly, styles make fights, Xaria is faster but just as technically sound as Damian. But Damian is bigger, stronger and hits like a truck.

LINCOLN PHELPS: So Xaria needs to do this, stick and move, keep away from Damian…

Xaria measures Damian up and goes for her knee strike the “Rain-BOOM”. She runs in and Jumps but Damian moves out of the way, Xaria crashes against the top turnbuckle and lands hard. Damian shakes his head and as Xaria gets up he ducks down picking her up and running Xaria back first into the corner slamming her against them hard, he then rams his shoulder into her midsection over and over again before picking Xaria up and turning into a spinebuster slamming her on the mat hard. Xaria’s body bounces from the impact and Damian rolls over hooking Xaria's leg.

ONE

TWO

Xaria kicks out, Damian stays on the attack, he pulls Xaria up and hits a hard right hand, and another and another before hooking Xaria into a dragon suplex throwing her up and over, he releases the suplex and Xaria lands on the back of her head. Damian then moves around her, measuring Xaria up for something. Xaria holds the back of her head getting to her feet, Damian steps forward and feins the front kick spinning and hitting the back elbow he calls the Phantasmatis. Xaria goes down and Damian pins again hooking the leg.

ONE

TWO

Xaria kicks out again. Damian gets to his feet looking the referee up and down but staying on target.

GREYSON MARKS: Xaria Linette refuses to stay down. Damian is throwing high impact moves at her and it’s just not working.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Xaria has heart and is tough as nails, this isn’t her first rodeo Greyson.

GREYSON MARKS: Damian Ayla is just so dominating…

Damian Ayla pulls Xaria up, he turns her upside down going for the spinning tombstone piledriver he calls the blood red summer, Xaria kicks her legs and then puts her hands on Damians thighs, she pushes up and wraps her knees around his head before throwing her body around his side, this causes Damian to fly forward like a modified head scissors taking Damian out of the ring to the floor. Damian gets to his feet, Xaria hits the ropes and flies over the top to the floor with a somersault senton. The crowd pops as Xaria gets to her feet and calls for them to get up.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Whoa what a move from Xaria!, that was incredible athleticism!

GREYSON MARKS: That is what Xaria needs to do, she has to make sure she just hits and moves fast…

LINCOLN PHELPS: This match is still anyones game...

Damian gets to his feet and Xaria hits a low kick to Damians leg then one to his chest as he leans against the apron, the referee looks down at them and starts a count.

ONE

TWO

THREE

FOUR

Xaria shoves Damian onto the apron and rolls him into the ring, as Damian starts to get up Xaria grabs the top rope and leaps off with a springboard superwoman punch connecting with Damian sending him down, Xaria lands and pops up to her feet moving around the ring, she moves to the corner and looks over at Damian, as Damian gets to one knee Xaria runs at full speed throwing herself right into him with a “RAIN-BOOM!” Damian lands flat on his back and Xaria jumps on him for a pin.

ONE

TWO

Damian kicks out!, but Xaria grabs Damians arm, spins him over onto his stomach, hooks his arm and wrist and bridges into the Avec Amor!. Damian pushes up and reaches for the ropes, hye can’t quite get there and knows he needs to get Xaria off his arm, Damian is able to roll over and shove Xaria off, Xaria and Damian both get to their feet and Damian hits Xaria with his opposite arm with a HEAVENS DIVIDE! Xaria lands hard and Damian is able to get the pin.

ONE

TWO

THREE!

GREYSON MARKS: What a match!

LINCOLN PHELPS: Xaria did everything she could, she got Damian down and was going to break his arm if he didn’t get out of that armbar

NINA LAWRENCE: Your winner, moving on to the final….DAAAMMMIAN AYLAAAAAAAA!!!!

NINA LAWRENCE: The following match is our SECOND SEMI FINAL in the PWE Excellence tournament...introducing first…

“Born in Winter” by Gojira hits as the lights go down and a spotlight opens up onto the ring. Tara Ayla has slid into the ring, having celebrated her husband's win versus Xaria Linette. She silently stands, fists clenched as she stands resolute, staring at the back of the stage even as the crowd mutedly gives her a mixed reaction, clearly unaware of what she can and cannot do.

NINA LAWRENCE: Standing 5’6 and weighing in at 142 pounds from SILENT HILL….THE GOD SLAYER…..TARA AYLA

GREYSON MARKS: Tara did a great job in her match earlier…

A clip plays of Tara eliminating both Chelsea and William Blake Mason at the same time to win her match.

LINCOLN PHELPS: And now we know, if Tara can get passed Betsy Granger...we gonna get a husband and wife fight…

NINA LAWRENCE: And her opponent…

"Sin City's cold and empty..."

As the opening notes begin, the lights go out, save for a single spotlight on the top of the stage. Betsy comes out, but she’s only a silhouette at this point. Just as the drum strikes it’s second note, Betsy dabs and the lights come back. The song starts from the refrain as Betsy starts dancing down the ramp.

“Sin City’s cold and empty

No one’s around to judge me

I can’t see clearly when your gone-one-one”

Arms out, Betsy begins twirling around wildly, blonde ponytail whipping about with her, as she slaps hands with fans on both sides of the ramp. The chorus hits just as Betsy baseball slides into the ring.

“And I said ooooh, I’m blinded by the lights

I can’t sleep until I feel your touch

And I said ooooh, I’m drowning in the night

Oh, when I’m like this, you’re the one I trust”

As the chorus chimes on, Betsy bounces up and hops up onto every ring corner, pumping her fist and bobbing her head in time with the song, getting the fans hyped up for the upcoming bout. When she finishes playing up the fans, she starts bouncing in place, preparing mentally for the bout.

NINA LAWRENCE: In the ring, standing 5’9 and weighing in at 135 pounds, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada….THE IMPOSSIBLE TRAVELLER.......BEEETSY GRANGER!!!!!!!!!!!!!

We switch to a clip showing us how Betsy won her match, the elimination of Zoey Madigan-Star and her raising her arms afterwards

GREYSON MARKS: Beating Betsy Granger will be easier said than done. Tara will have to leave so much of herself out there and Damian Ayla is currently recovering after his war with Xaria Linette.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Let's see how this goes, Betsy and Tara are of a similar size at least compared to Damian and Xaria…

DING DING DING

Betsy and Tara eye each other off, they measure each other up, both women looking cautiously respective of each others skills. They move close and Betsy hits a low kick to Taras thigh, Tara stumbles sideways shaking the kick out as Betsy smirks and bounces on the balls of her feet. The two women come close again and again Betsy hits a low kick to Taras thigh, Tara walks it off again and shakes her head as Betsy looks at the crowd at ringside and throws her arms in the air wanting them to get louder. They come close and as Betsy goes for another kick this time Tara raises her leg up and avoid it, she closes the distance and goes for a bicycle kick. Betsy moves to the side throwing another kick this time at Taras midsection, Tara grabs Betsy by the leg and trips her up before jumping down ontop of her into a mounted position reigning down vicious punches. Betsy covers up and slides back reaching out and grabbing the bottom rope causing the break.

GREYSON MARKS: Betsy was lucky she could get to the ropes then, she needed that break if not Tara looked ready to slam her hands right into Betsys face.

LINCOLN PHELPS: It should be a crime to hurt something that perfect.

GREYSON MARKS: Betsy's face?

LINCOLN PHELPS: Tara's hands…

GREYSON MARKS: You are a very strange guy.

LINCOLN PHELPS: I mean, you know...the signing and that's how she speaks, mate!

GREYSON MARKS: She's married, you know that, right?

Lincoln falls silent, and we're sure he's pouting. The match continues on. Tara backs up allowing Betsy to get to her feet. Both women circle around each other again measuring each other up after the opening exchange. Tara slides forward and catches Betsy as Betsy goes for a right hand, Tara hits a fast and drag and pops back up to her feet, Betsy meets her and Tara hits a second arm drag before popping up again and going for a second bicycle kick, Betsy is able to duck under it she hits the ropes and as she comes back a bit to leaps in the air kicking her like out to the side hitting a vicious sounding roundhouse right to the chest of Tara that takes her down to the mat. Tara holds her chest and rolls to the outside of the ring. Betsy gets to her feet and throws her arms in the air celebrating her early success

That’s he does not wait for Tamara to try and get back in the rain instead she runs and goes for a baseball slide dropkick, Tamara moves out of the way and meet Betsy with a vicious knife edge chop, but he stumbles backwards holding her chest and Tara grab her throwing her back into the ring. Tara slides in and follows before going after Betsy with a curb stomp, Betsy is able to roll out of the way and Tara instead slams her foot down onto the ring. Tamara looks over at Betsy who shakes her head. Tara just smiles and places her thumb and forefinger together making the “this close” gesture.

GREYSON MARKS: Well, that could have ended badly for Miss Granger.

LINCOLN PHELPS: A curbstomp like that could of ended Betsy's night and possibly career, and it would be a shame to damage someone something so beautiful.

GREYSON MARKS: Ok this time you had to have been talking about Betsy’s face…

LINCOLN PHELPS: No...Tara's fe-

GREYSON MARKS: MOVING ON!

Both women come close again, Tara again goes for an arm drag but this time Lexi plants her hand and is able to flip forward onto her feet. The crowd sounds impressed as Tara sneeze and attacks her, Tara goes for a low cake and then one to Betsy’s midsection, Betsy is able to catch Tara‘s leg tripping her up onto the ground, that she steps through and tries to lock in a Lotus lock, Tara kicks Betsy away and both women get back to their feet, Tara jumps up and he’s finally able to hit a bicycle kick connecting right on the side of Betsy’s face, Tara dives on Betsy going for the pin.

ONE

TWO

Betsy kicks out, Tara shakes her head getting to her feet she measures Betsy up and runs forward going for the Bucking Bronco shining wizard, as she comes in Betsy float backwards catching Tara‘s leg and rolling her over into a kneebar!!

LINCOLN PHELPS: Oh man, this could end it! That kneebar is deep Greyson!

GREYSON MARKS: That kneebar is hyperextending the join in the wrong direction if Tara isn’t careful it could destroy her ACL, MCL OR MENISCUS!

LINCOLN PHELPS: She’s close to the ropes!

And sure enough Tara is able to grab the bottom right. That’s he is forced to let go of the move, she moves back and gets to her feet calling for Tara to get back up as Tara does that she grabs her and pulled her away from the ropes hitting a side me walking Tara's head into a snapmare position before dropping down into the galactic advantage snapmare driver! Betsy rolls Tara over and hooks her leg for another pin attempt.

ONE

TWO

Tara kicks out. The entire crowd counting along with the referee. That’s the shakes her head, she pulls herself to her feet and waits for Tara to try and get up, as she does but he slides behind her throws her arms up on the car is armpits into a full Nelson, she goes for the full nelson face buster she calls the Ich Muss Dich Brechen. Straightens her arms into the air, slides back and under before kicking Betsy in the back of the knee taking her down, Tara then backs up and jumps forward hitting the Bucking Bronco right to the back of Betsy‘s head! Tara pins.

ONE!

TWO!

Betsy kicks out in the crowd goes insane thinking it was over.

GREYSON MARKS: Oh holy mother of god I thought that was it--

LINCOLN PHELPS: What is it going to take for their of these women to beat the other?

Both women are down but Tara is the first want to move rolling over to push up to her feet, that she grabs the bottom right and starts to use them to stand up. Tamara runs forward and as Betsy turned around she gets levelled with the enrage spear. Tara shakes her head and calls for Betsy to get up, she calls for the devils Keith and as bet he starts to get up Tara grabs her and gets ready to lift. However, Betsy kicks her legs off the top rope as Tara goes to lift her and flips up and over landing behind the Tara, Betsy quickly throws her arms back on the Taras armpits into the full Nelson dropping her forward hitting the Ich Muss Dich Brechen! Betsy rolls Tara over...

ONE

TWO

THREE!

GREYSON MARKS: BETSY DID IT!!!!!

LINCOLN PHELPS: WHAT A MATCH!

NINA LAWRENCE: Here is your winner and moving on to the final to face DAMIAN AYLA….THE IMPOSSIBLE TRAVELLER, BEEEETSY GRANGER!

The crowd goes nuts as Betsy looks exhausted. Tara has rolled out from under the ropes and hits her hand against the mat in anger, allowing her fingers to scratch against the canvas. Damian, at her side, raises his hand fondly to her face, as if to assuage her. He looks up at Betsy, who is looking directly down at her next opponent. She will not get a wave of relief as she looks to face Damian, right now. He looks up at her, determination to drive his brand of violence right into the heart of Betsy herself, but he does not get that option. The referee directs Betsy to the opposite side of the apron just as "Obey" by Bring Me the Horizon feat. Yungblud blares over the arena's system.

As “Obey” continues to play, Ophelia Knight appears out from under the curtain and pauses at the top of the ramp. She takes a couple of moments, taking in and bathing in the lights, the crowd, everything entirely that is around her. As she stands there, Michael Lemao appears behind her, looking encumbered as he carries three briefcases with him, clearly the pack mule. However, he looks prideful that he gets to carry them himself. Behind him, Charlie Jones appears as well, standing next to the owner and looking out onto all the have to gain in the days coming ahead.

The three head down to the ring as the music plays, and Lil Mickey shoves the briefcases underneath the ropes before leaping upwards and leaning onto them so Ophelia and Charlie can enter without having to throw their legs up over the second rope. Ophelia thanks him, Charlie pats him on the head after stepping inside and then the two look around for a second at the crowd, smiling as Lil Mickey slips under the ropes.

On opposite sides of the ring, Betsy and Damian stare at one another. There is no love lost here.

Ophelia gestures for a microphone, as well as Charlie. The Owner of Pro Wrestling EXCELLENCE glances at the audience before quieting them down with a single hand motion.

OPHELIA KNIGHT: I hope that you have all had a wonderful night filled with as much fighting as you can handle. But we are not done. Not tonight. You see, we still have one more match for you all. But to the locker room in the back…

She turns to face the curtain.

OPHELIA KNIGHT: All of you have fought your hardest, did your best. And that is all I can ask for. Perhaps we do not see you in succession tonight, but we do see you. I could say good things about every single one of you, about how you progressed, about how well you did. We all know that there is more ahead for you, and it will be phenomenal what you can do. That being said...the best of the best in Pro Wrestling EXCELLENCE stand beneath us, waiting for the opportunity to gain the most coveted championship in all of this company.

Charlie smiles and raises the mic to her lips looking over at the three briefcases.

CHARLIE JONES: With that being said, we do have three briefcases out here. We do have so many more announcements and surprises for all of you. See, we have the final two competitors right here, the ones who tonight proved they are the best. But, it hasn’t been an easy road. You all deserve a round of applause for what you have done, the effort you put in and the future of Pro Wrestling Excellence looks bright….and that includes the other divisions and championships in this company…

She looks over at Ophelia with a smile.

OPHELIA KNIGHT: Tonight, Damian Ayla and Betsy Granger, you will be contending for this championship.

She turns to Michael, who opens the first briefcase. There, in all it’s shiny, platinum glory, is the Excellence Championship. He raises it high, dropping the briefcase, and showing it off to everyone in the arena.

OPHELIA KNIGHT: The Excellence Championship. The height of this company. Tonight, one of you will carry this with honor, and distinction. And you will be the main target of this company. Know that the weight you will carry on your shoulders is not just the weight that this belt carries, but the whole of the fed. It is an insurmountable task, and whoever wins it tonight...well have earned it.

CHARLIE JONES: But that isn’t all.

She steps forward, and looks at the crowd again, smiling.

CHARLIE JONES: The next Victory will be filled with celebrations, but will also carry the movement ahead. You see, it isn’t enough to crown just the Excellence Champion...but there needs to be some anticipation. Some need to wait. So many of you did phenomenally just to have your chances to slip right out from underneath you...we’re giving you an opportunity. But not this coming Victory. On Victory III, we will see...in the main event, the following persons will contest for the Impulse Championship.

Michael hands the Excellence Championship to the referee, who holds it for the remainder of the time the administration team is out here. He then holds up the second championship, a black belt with gold plates.

CHARLIE JONES: Kayla Richards, Allen Chaney, Lewis Chad Pinkston, Zoey Madigan-Star, Chelsea Skye, and William Blake Mason. The six of you will fight each other for the Impulse Championship when we step into San Diego on the 27th of September.

The crowd pops for the telling of another championship match.

OPHELIA KNIGHT: Finally, the Excellence Championship will be contended for once more at our first Pay-Per-View. Now, we will be having all Pay-Per-Views outside of the country, so we will be in Montreal, Quebec, Canada for Annihilation I in October! Damian...Betsy….it is now up to you to hold the mantle of this company.

CHARLIE JONES: Ophelia…

OPHELIA KNIGHT: Oh, right! My apologies. Finally, we have a third championship. This Championship will be contested under different rules, and will be listed upon the card. Every week, it will be contended for. Please ensure that you look at the card to see what that is. It is called the Victory Championship.

CHARLIE JONES: Thank you! Now...Las Vegas, are you ready to get this final match underway!

The crowd pops in response. Charlie nods, and then reaches back to the referee, who hands her the Excellence Championship. She, in turn, hands it to Ophelia, who smiles and gestures to the competitors to come into the ring.

NINA LAWRENCE: The following match is scheduled for a one for and is for the Pro Wrestling Excellence championship…

The crowd pops as Betsy and Damian stand in the ring the referee in the middle of them with Ophelia Knight holding the Excellence Championship in the air.

NINA LAWRENCE: Introducing first, standing to my left, he stands 6’3 weighing in at 241 pounds from Silent Hill.....The Godslaying Beast, DAAAAAAAMIIIIANNNNNN AYLAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!

Damian stays silent, eyeing down Betsy and the title.

GREYSON MARKS: To get here, Damian outlasted everyone in his match and then went to war with Xaria Linette. He is now just minutes away from being the Pro Wrestling EXCELLENCE Champion.

NINA LAWRENCE: And his opponent, standing to my left, standing 5’9 and weighing in at 135 pounds from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, ..... The Impossible Traveler,  BETTTTSYYYYYYY GRANGERRRRRRR!!!!

LINCOLN PHELPS: And Betsy had to go through a similar match, five other people that she was able to beat, and coming into this one she even beat Damian‘s own wife. Tara took Betsy to her limit -- now let’s see what Damian can do.

Ophelia holds up the championship belt before stepping back and leaving the ring. The referee looks around and calls for the bell to start the match.

DING DING DING

As the bell rings Betsy flies across the ring as fast as she can leaping in the air and somersaulting forward hitting Damian with a rolling Koppu kick. Damian ends up in the corner as Betsy gets to her feet and starts to lay in stiff kicks to Damian’s upper body over and over again before putting her foot on the middle road and jumping up with a kick to the side of Damian’s head almost like an enzuguri!. Damian shoves Betsy back and tries to create some distance, he lunges forward going for a lariat, Betsy throws herself backwards onto her shoulders before keeping back up to her feet and then back flipping with a pele kick connecting with Damian who spins around at the last moment. The crowd goes nuts as Betsy pops at her feet spins around and dives on Damian.

ONE

TWO

Damian kicks out, Betsy looks around shot she was able to get it to count so early, she gets to her feet and has Damian setup Betsy’s steps forward and hits a vicious sounding roundhouse kick right to the spine of Damian, she then hits the ropes and leaps in the air hitting a single drop kick to the side of his face, Damian rolls around unsure of what to do with such a fast paced attack, Betsy runs over and grabs a hold of his leg pulling him back into the center of the ring, she then spins around and hooks his leg into a kneebar, similar to the one that she got Tara with in their match.

GREYSON MARKS: Oh, here we go again, Granger with Ayla in a knee bar!

LINCOLN PHELPS: Not the first time tonight!

Damian though seems you have learned from watching his wife’s match with Betsy, he uses his free leg and all of his strength to take Betsy offered him forcing her to release the hold, both get to their feet but Betsy is a tad quicker she runs in and goes for a hurricanrana driver, she calls the plante de visage. Damian stands up as Betsy goes for it pulling her up with him as he stands straight up in the air with her on his shoulders he then slams Betsy down into a snap power bomb throwing her over the top straight into a Boston crab keeping her legs locked under his armpits as he sits down low and pulls her legs back towards her own head in a sickening angle. Betsy screams in pain as Damian locks the hold in deeper, she reaches out for the ropes and crawls closer and closer before being able to grab hold of the bottom rope before forcing the break.

GREYSON MARKS: That was close. Betsy had to get to the ropes if not Damian was going to break her in half.

LINCOLN PHELPS: She threw a lot at him; Damian took it all and called his shot.

GREYSON MARKS: Granger is faster. Damian though, just like with Xaria, is stronger.

Damian waits for Betsy to pull herself up, he runs up and hits a low chop block kick right to the back of Betsy‘s knee, she drops down and Damian grabs a hold of her picking her up slamming Betsy down with a harsh looking Saito Suplex. Betsy is in obvious pain as Damian gets to his feet and circles around her, he is in complete control waiting for Betsy to move and get to her feet again to use more energy, the ducks down picking Betsy up spinning in the air and slamming her down with the spine buster, instead of going for a pin attempt he instead pulls her back up turns her around into a hangman neck breaker waits for a moment before dropping down and slamming the back of her head into the mat hard. This time he goes for a cover.

ONE

TWO

Betsy kicks out. Damian seems to be almost happy that she kicked out being able to cause more pain and damage. He pulls back here hooks her head under his arm into a fisherman Suplex position picking her up and dropping her down into a fisherman driver that he calls the starkiller driver. Damian covers again.

ONE

TWO

Betsy kicks out again.

GREYSON MARKS: Betsy refuses to give up

LINCOLN PHELPS: Damian Ayla is in complete control now…

GREYSON MARKS: Betsy had the right idea going after Damian as soon as the bell rang; she needed to hit fast and hit often, but Damian has now been able to ground her and stay on top.

Damian measures Betsy up and as she starts to pour herself to her feet he goes for the faint kick into a back elbow, as he spins though but he is able to duck out the way and roll she pops back up to her feet and spins around leaping in the air hitting a step up enzuguri! Damian drops to one knee and Betsy is able to get the Plante de Visage hurricanrana driver! She covers him.

ONE

TWO

Damian kicks out. Betsy shakes her head and looks at Damián's arm. She rolls him over and grabs his arm by the wrist stretching back and over with a bridging Fujiwara Amber the same move that Xaria locked in in the as me arm! Damian shakes his head and reaches out for the ropes struggling to get their Betsy locks it in harder trying to keep Damian down. Damian rolls over and tries to shove Betsy off just like you did in the semi-final match earlier against Xaria, Betsy though turns the arm at into a Japanese straight jacket! Damian rolls again into the ropes this time causing the break. Betsy let’s go but moves backwards waiting for Damian to get up. She calls for the Ich Muss Dich Brechen!

LINCOLN PHELPS: Betsy has been able to come back from the beating she took at the hands of Damian and she looks like she could actually win this!

GREYSON MARKS: Never ever count out a Time Lord!

LINCOLN PHELPS: WAIT! LOOK!

The referee turns away and checks on Damian for a minute. Betsy still waits, off to the side, biding her time -- but under the bottom rope slides Kayla Richards! She grabs Betsy and spins her around leaping up and hitting the Dreamkiller V-Trigger! Betsy is down! Kayla slides from the ring and sits behind the apron. Damian pulls himself up slowly, still hurting from the submission attempts. Betsy rolls over and starts to pull herself what is clearly dizzy after being kneed right in the face, she turns around and Damian on talks a heavens divide slamming his good on right across Betsy‘s chest and head before falling into the pin.

ONE

TWO

THREE!!!

GREYSON MARKS: NOT LIKE THIS!

LINCOLN PHELPS: IT’S OVER!

NINA LAWRENCE: HERE IS YOUR WINNER AND NEW PRO WRESTLING EXCELLENCE CHAMPION THE GODSLAYING BEAST, DAMIAN AYYYYLA!!!!!

The cameras zoom in as confetti rains down from the top of the ring, exploding from the turnbuckles themselves. Damian, standing over Betsy, raising his championship up high above his head once the referee hands it to him. He smiles, maliciously. And this, is the final image that we see the PWE logo appears at the bottom of the screen.

And then we fade



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