We come back from the commercial break as Nina Lawrence takes the center of the ring.
NINA LAWRENCE: It is now time for the main event of the evening….Introducing first…
"Sleep my child, they don't know your wars
Though it's them, who you're fighting for"
The audience becomes enveloped in darkness, where only a dim light brightens the space. Cascading hues of purple and midnight blue cycle through with the occasional beat of white to help imagine nighttime atmosphere. "Though Our Paths May Diverge" by Mili begins with a haunting organ solo, illustrating a funeral procession. On the entrance stage, white smoke begins to leak out from underneath, mist on a midnight stroll. As Mili's serene, yet foreboding voice trickles in, the camera fixates on the arrival of the Pro Wrestling Excellence Champion. Damian Ayla stands on the stage, a black coat resting on his shoulders, adorned with raven feathers. In his hand, he clutches the grand prize of the company, holding a death grip on it as his hollow, charcoal eyes meets the camera lens. The view moves behind him, getting a fascinating view of the champion amidst his subjects with a quiet hostility seeping from every pore in his body. With one step, he begins his march down to the ring.
NINA LAWRENCE: And his opponent...hailing from Silent Hill, Maine...weighing in at 243 pounds...he is the REIGNING AND DEFENDING PRO WRESTLING EXCELLENCE CHAMPION...HE IS THE GODSLAYING BEAST...THE ARCHETYPE OF VIOLENCE...HE IS DAMIAN AYLA!
The Godslaying Beast's walk down the ramp is somber, not a single step is taken at any pace faster than one would carrying a casket. His stony expression remains that way as he feels the eyes on him. The audience fails to boo him as he brings everyone into the atmosphere he carried. Once he reaches the ramp, he stares down at the championship in his hand, giving a longing look before he heads towards the steel steps. Once there, he holds the strap of his title in both hands, allowing stagehands to peel the heavy, black coat off his shoulders. He flexes his shoulders, taking in the chill that now greets him. As he walks up the ring steps, he grazes the ropes with his fingertips before turning his back to them. Damian closes his eyes and lifts his head as the lights in the arena grow brighter. The melancholic shades lift into vibrant, but still ever dark tones. Damian then enters the ring.
As he steps in, he commands the ring with each foot placed before the other. He moves close to his corner, where he throws his championship over his shoulder. He takes a deep breath before looking over his shoulder at his opponent and forces his body to follow. In the full splendor of light, the Pro Wrestling Excellence Champion invites those around him to gaze upon him. His eyes close again, this time focusing all his internal processes towards the upcoming battle. When they open, they glisten with lively scorn, and the Archetype of Violence waits for the formalities to end. Soon enough, Mili's voice naturally fades. The world soon returns to normal.
“So you know.. A lot of people tryna be like me, but, you know.. You just can’t be like me.”
NINA LAWRENCE: And his opponent, standing 6’1 and weighing in at 215 pounds, from the Hills of HOLLYWOOD, he is the KING PAUL MONTOURI!
DING! DING! DING!
The match begins and Damian tilts his head looking across the ring at Paul who still sems pleased with himself for attacking Jason Long before the break. Damian shakes his head and gets right up in Pauls face. The two of a similar height yet Damian outweighs Paul by almost 30 pounds. Paul being Paul pie faces Damian back, the crowd oops as they all know what the former dominant champion is capable of. Damian then turns and right away goes for a right hand, Paul ducks under it and hits the ropes, Damian steps back and fires off an elbow, Paul ducks that too hitting the ropes again and this time leaps in the air hitting a forearm, Paul then turns and kips up throwing out his arms as he finishes the standing up movement a little slower.
GREYSON MARKS: This is what I was worried about, Damian Ayla is an incredible athlete and an intimidating man, but he has been out of the ring sometime whereas Paul went from the fires of Fight NYC right into PWE..
LINCOLN PHELPS: And we all know how good Paul Montouri is. He’s a main event star Greyson, but ol mate there needs to watch himself cause if not Damian will end him faster than a hannibal burress inter-
GREYSON MARKS: No…nope…noooo
LINCOLN PHELPS: ….what?
Paul stays on Damian, waiting for the former champion to get up before hitting a dropkick, then another dropkick, then he hits the ropes and hitsa crossbody block, landing hard and bouncing off Damian who pops to his feet, Paul steps forward and eats a vicious right hand from Damian, he is stunned and steps back, Ayla is able to get control grabbing Paul by the wrist so the smaller man can’t fly around and escape, pulling Paul forward into a lariat that almost decapitates him. Paul goes down and Damian, standing above him, still has him by the arm, Damian pulls Paul up and then pulls him forward ducking down and picking Paul up, spinning into a spinebuster dropping Paul on his back causing him to bounce off the mat.
Damian looks around and stalks Paul who seems out of it after hitting the mat, starts to get to his feet, Paul turns around and Damian kicks him in the stomach setting him up for a powerbomb, he lifts Paul up but Paul wraps his legs around Damians head and rains down some hard right hands over and over, Paul then throws his body back bringing Damian down into a hurricanrana but he sinches up on a pin.
ONE!
TWO!!
Damian kicks out.
GREYSON MARKS: Paul almost got the win there! That cradle was tight! But if Damian had been able to finish that powerbomb, Paul might have been slammed through the mat.
LINCOLN PHELPS: But Paul knew what he was doin, he was able to bring Damian down and it only takes three seconds for a match to end and even though I’m a HUGE fan of the KING himself, well, ya have to take every single advantage against a guy like Damian Ayla…
Paul runs in as Damian is on one knee, he goes for a shining wizard, Domain catches Pauls leg and stands up with him on his shoulders in a powerbomb position, Domain slams him down with the snap power bomb before grabbing Pauls legs and turning him over for na boston crab. Paul screams in pain and frantically reaches toward the ropes as Damian sits down bending Paul in half. Paul is able to drag himself close and reaches out getting to the bottom rope. The referee counts and reaches four before Damain lets go of the hold and steps forward toward the referee to intimidate him. Domain turns his attention back to Paul who pulls himself up using the ropes and holds his back, Damian runs in looking to take Pauls head off, he runs in and Paul is able to drop down and pull the top rope causing Damian to sail over the top rope to the floor.
LINCOLN PHELPS: LOW BRIDGE!
GREYSON MARKS: Paul is doing everything he can now, Domain started to take over and Paul had to create distance to have a breather.
LINCOLN PHELPS: I don’t blame him Grayson, Damian knows so many ways to hurt a man.
Paul hits the ropes and sprints across the ring before throwing himself over the top rope with a sumersault plancha down onto Damian, Paul pops up and holds his back again still in pain but doing everything he can to get the advantage bacl. Domain gets up near the barricade and Paul runs up and hits a shotgun fropkick sending Damain flying back first into the barricade as fans scatter. Paul grabs Damain and rols him into the ring, he slides in to follow and stands in the corner measuring Damian up for the Fuck yo face, as Dmaian gets on all fours Paul goes for it, as he places his foot on the back of Damians head Damaian stands up and pushes Paul upward catching him on his shoulder transitioning him into the jumping Tombstone he calls the Blood Red Summer! Damain pins.
ONE!
TWO!!
Paul kicks out.
GREYSON MARKS: Oh wow that was close.
LINCOLN PHELPS: Paul just got dropped right on his head
Damain shakes his head and gets up running his thumb across his throat, Paul sits up, dazed and confused, he gets up and Damian positions himself behind Paul, he steps forward anfd locks in a sleeper, the start of the Daytime hanging, but as Damian lifts Paul up, Paul kicks his feet out and kicks off the top turnbuckle throwing himself back and landing on Damian which holds Damians shoulders down.
ONE!
TWO!!
Damian kicks out, both men get to their feet and Paul hits a superkick, Damian stumbles but doesn’t fall, he then hits a step up enzuguri and again Damian REFUSES to go down, Paul shakes his head and hits the ropes before going for a yakuza kick, Damian steps forward and fires off a fastball of a right hand connecting with Paul and sending him down. Damian breaths heavily and shakes the cobwebs off as Paul gets toward the ropes, Damian reaches down and grabs Paul, the referee though stops Damian explaining to him that Paul is in the ropes, Damian sneers and shoves the referee to the side, Paul turns and kicks Damian right between the legs with a low blow. Damaian goes down and even though the fans don’t like Damian they still boo the actions of Paul.
LINCOLN PHELPS: YEEEEEEEEESH right in the yam bags
GREYSON MARKS: That was blatant! The referee had his back turned and Paul took advantage of it.
LINCOLN PHELPS: Hail to the King I guess?
GREYSON MARKS: The king of what? Paul Montouri is talented, we know it, he knows it, even his older brother Joe knows it, he doesn’t NEED to cheat
LINCOLN PHELPS: But it still helps…
Paul steps back and looks like he’s going to go for the Fuck yo face again, but this time he’s interrupted by “Sanjuro” Paul turns his head and Jason Long emerges from the back, officials following him and trying to hold him back as Paul turns his attention to him, the two yelling at each other. In the confusion and distraction Damain has recovered from the low blow. He reaches around and grabs Paul spinning him around and slamming in the Heavens divide!. Paul goes down, Damian hooks his leg.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
GREYSON MARKS: I guess turnabout is fair play
LINCOLN PHELPS: No…Paul had this won, he outmaneuvered and outsmarted Damian!
GREYSON MARKS: He low blowed Damian….
Just like before the lights go out in the middle of the ring rousing up excitement from the crowd! There are some screams from them awaiting to see what will come from the darkness! For their patience comes the eerie sound of music. It is on the piano this time but the song is the same.
The audience knows it. ‘Born in Winter’ by Gojira continues the hauntingly soothing version. It being in total darkness does not reassure the audience, but gives way to cheering.
LINCOLN PHELPS: Is… Is that who I think it is?!
GREYSON MARKS: It certainly sounds like it. The actions from earlier on in the evening don’t seem like something he would do though. Perhaps someone is framing them.
LINCOLN PHELPS: Who would frame them?
GREYSON MARKS: I do not know but the Ayla’s were a dominant force here. Damian did return recently. Not to mention we’ve already seen a mystery assailant last season.
The music continues as various lights turn back on one by one. A spotlight hits the middle of the ring where a single metal chair is set up. It is unfortunately empty but rose petals begin to rain from above the arena.
LINCOLN PHELPS: It’s a sign from the more sexy side of the Aylas!
GREYSON MARKS: Tara is… pretty far along in her pregnancy. I really don’t think she’s behind this.
LINCOLN PHELPS: You’re doubting Tara? Really? Have you seen how big her boobs—
GREYSON MARKS: Please try to remember that Damian Ayla has rejoined the company. I’d keep it respectful towards his wife. We know how far he’ll go for her. I guess we’ll have to see what is up their sleeve. Just like before it is hard to forget them.
LINCOLN PHELPS: If this means I get to see more of her then keep the attacks coming! Wish we didn’t have to get distracted with whatever she’s doing with Kanna Verger though.
GREYSON MARKS: Until next time then. Hopefully we’ll get some answers.
