Pyros explode as we face into the arena and pan around at the hyped crowd with a few signs standing out.
MAGNIFICENCE IS COMING
NOR!
DOES ANYONE EVEN READ THESE?
WE’RE KEEPING CARL LOCKED UP IN THE BASEMENT
I’M NOT KIDDING
HE EATS VERY LITTLE AND I LEFT HIM WATER
DON’T JUDGE US
We cut to ringside and find Lincoln Phelps, who is busy looking at his phone and Greyson Marks who is excited for the show as per usual.
GREYSON MARKS: Here we go Linc the go home show before Magnificence 2
LINCOLN PHELPS: All the titles will be on the line at the pay per view but before we get there we have to see how the Call your shot tournament is rollin on
GREYSON MARKS: We have some returns here tonight as well and a debut
LINCOLN PHELPS: Thats right, newcomer Kim Jae Woo faces the Dangerous Casanova English
GREYSON MARKS: And Jensen Lane returns to action against Victoria Lyons who has been on a TEAR
LINCOLN PHELPS: And former Victory champion Ellie Quinn returns to face WRAITH
GREYSON MARKS: So lets get into it with the first of two call your shot matches
After JD and Sophie made their way to the ring the crowd started to make noise right away wanting to see who would move on to the final.
DING DING DING!
As the bell rang JD moves around the ting before stopping and smiling at the crowd putting a hand in the air to acknowledge them and thank them for their support. But this momentary distraction allows Sophie to sprint across the ring and attack JD hitting a running dropkick right to the side of JDs head causing him to fall from the ring. Sophie slid out of the ring to the floor and grabbed JD as he went to get up throwing him head first into the steel ring steps. The crowd boos as she starts to argue with them.
ONE
TWO
Sophie shakes her head and grabs JD throwing him into the steps again. The referee keeps counting.
THREE
FOUR
She looks up at the referee and JD gets to his feet and blasts her with a right hand, Sophie stumbles back and JD tries to head for the ring, but Sophie grabs him before he can get in and break the count pulling him back by his shoulders into the barricade.
FIVE
SIX
GREYSON MARKS: They better get in the ring....this isn't good
LINCOLN PHELPS: Come on guys you can only advance through a win here
Sophie stomps down on JD over and over again and then she laughs to herself looking back at the crowd again.
SEVEN
EIGHT
Sophie goes to break for the ring, but JD grabs her by the leg pulling her back and tackling Sophie onto the steel ring steps himself. JD pops up and also makes a break for the ring.
NINE
TEN!
DING DING DING!
GREYSON MARKS: Hey wait....no!...
LINCOLN PHELPS: A double count out?....what the hell do we do here?
GREYSON MARKS: I....I honestly don't know.
Sophie starts arguing with the referee, JD gets up and slides into the ring as well to plead his case. The referee tries to explain to them what is going on, Sophie shoves the referee, JD pulls Sophie back, Sophie hits JD and all hell breaks loose as the two go at it with rights and lefts the referee calls for help as officials come down to break it up, including Charlie Jones, the officials seperate the competitors and Charlie walks over snatching up a microphone.
CHARLIE JONES: HEY HEY THAT'S ENOUGH
She steps onto the ring and stands in the middle between the two.
CHARLIE JONES: Look...I can understand the passion you both have here, but it's not our fault you both just blew an opportunity....you both got counted out, you both failed to WIN the match....so....you're both out of the tournament...later tonight..Joe and Savannah get to decide who wins thw shot...now...get out of my sight...
We come back from commercial break and are out at ringside with Greyson and Lincoln. They're speaking about Magnificence II which is only just a couple weeks away, when the beginning horns of "All the Way Up" by Fat Joe ring through the speakers in the arena.
'Go...Go...Nothing can stop me, I'm all the way up!'The audience already know what's coming even before the lyrics stop. Right after the first line, the bass kicks in and the crowd erupts! They get even louder as the "Class Act" Issak Otto walks out from behind the black curtain with a huge smile on his face, bobbing along to his theme song, of which he's always liked. He stops at the top of the ramp and gives a strong 'hero' pose, taking in the cheers from the PWE fans. Issak continues down the ramp with pep in his step, sliding in under the bottom rope of the ring. He gets to his feet quickly, rushing over to one side of the ring and leaning into the ropes, a hand in the air and hyping up the crowd even moreso. He does the same to the other side before turning and grabbing a microphone from the ring announcer.
ISSAK OTTO: There were weeks when I thought this moment would never come. After Rebirth, when nobody really knew what was happening with the Excellence Champion, yet there I sat with the number one contendership. I wondered if I'd ever really see you across the ring from me, Allen. But here we are, our match announced, and now only weeks away from a moment that feels like destiny.
Many from the PWE crowd begin to clap, so The Class Act pauses and gives them some time before continuing.
ISSAK OTTO: I was going to wait probably another week before I laid all this down for you, Allen, but I suppose I can do it now. Do you understand the state of PWE when you found yourself on the shelf? As much as I like you as a person, you disappointed me for not showing up each week, no matter how injured you were. I'm not asking you to compete, but PWE needed a symbol. They needed hope. It was I who stepped up into that position. Nobody asked me to do so. As I carried on, knocking down each pillar in front of me and proving myself to the PWE fans, there was a part of me that wondered where you were. That belt is more than a symbol, it's a responsibility, and you haven't made good on that responsibility, Allen.
Issak's facial expression read like the disappointed emoji. He wasn't saying these things in order to get under Allen's skin, only so Chaney would understand where he's coming from. Thus, Issak's tone wasn't one of anger or arrogance but melancholy.
ISSAK OTTO: Meanwhile, I was here. I've had seven matches here in PWE since the last time we faced each other, and I've had seven wins against amazing competitors. Two weeks ago at Victory XVII, you got an up close and personal view of how I've grown since you've been gone. The first time you saw me I was stepping back into the ring after a two year hiatus, and now I'm ready more than ever. I understand you had skeletons in your closet you needed to deal with, but those skeletons lead to the reign you have before you. I'll ask you this, is this the type of reign you thought you'd have as champion?
He brought a hand up to his head, placing it onto his forehead for a moment. He paused, even though the question was rhetorical, seeing as how Allen wasn't even here. Issak shrugged.
ISSAK OTTO: I'm not saying I'd be a better champion than you, because I'm not quite sure if that is true yet. I won't really know until it's me holding the Excellence Championship. What I am saying though, is that I'm sure as hell going to try! More than that, I'm saying it's time you let me have a go at it! I know it's not going to be easy, I know you're not going to give up the Excellence Championship without a fight, and I wouldn't have it any other way! I respect you, Allen, but now it's time for me to put on my game face and face you head on! Since coming here, I've only ever had my eyes on the Excellence Championship. Once Magnificence goes off the air, we'll see who is able to make good on their promises. See ya then, Allen!
"All the Way Up" hits again, and the audience give him a warm exit as he walks to the back with a smile
GREYSON MARKS: And now it's time for...what I guess is the final of the Call your shot tournament?
LINCOLN PHELPS: I guess it is....
GREYSON MARKS: It's only fitting Joe Montuori is at this point...
Joe is already in the ring, he paces back and forth staring at the entrance ramp as he bounces up and down on the balls of his feet. But instead of Savannahs theme we here MGK and kid rocks "bad mother fucker" and for the second time tonight Charlie Jones makes her way out to the ring, she makes her way down and gets in before grabbing a microphone and clearing her throat.
CHARLIE JONES: Joe, I understand I'm not who you were expecting but I have some...news for you...
Joe raises an eyebrow and looks around tilting his head.
CHARLIE JONES: So....earlier tonight, as you know, JD and Sophie got counted out, so I made this match between you an savannah as the final. So the winner gets to call their shot...well..
Charlie clears her throat.
CHARLIE JONES: I received some information and while I am not at liberty to say why...as Savannah will do that....I am out here to tell you...due to forfeit....you are the winner of the call your shot tournament...congratulations...
Joe looks shocked but also starts to laugh, the crowd boos as Charlie moves from the ring looking angry and disappointed in the entire situation. Joe celebrates in the ring and throws his arms in the air and celebrates like he just won a title already as we cut to a commercial.
The sounds of “Silence Is Golden” by Trash Boat begins to play throughout the arena. Savannah Sunshine makes her way from backstage, though she’s not dressed to compete. She’s got on a pair of jeans and an Alexander Hate t-shirt. High fiving a few fans along the way, she climbs the steel steps and makes her way into the ring. She’s wearing a bright smile as she motions for a microphone and they hand one to her as her music slowly dies out.
The crowd chants her name and Savannah lets out a soft little laugh.
SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: Man, oh man. You guys sure are loud tonight, huh? Okay, so. As you can see… I am not dressed to compete tonight.
The crowd show their disdain, booing loudly as Savannah nods a bit sullenly.
SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: I know, I know. It pains me to have to say this… But, I have to forfeit my spot in the tournament.
There’s more booing and the crowd grows upset at this revelation. But, Savannah frowns a bit.
SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: You guys didn’t even let me tell you why! Come on, don’t be like that.
The crowd dies down a bit in anticipation and Savannah exhales a soft breath. This was the first time she was telling the world the truth about why she would be taking a hiatus soon.
SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: Um, so… I went to the doctors because I was sick for a couple of weeks. Some kinda stomach bug or well… I thought it was a flu or something and uh…
Tears well up in her eyes and she glances out at the crowd, some gasp in shock knowing what was coming.
SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: I’m pregnant!
The crowd comes unglued and Savannah’s tears slide down her cheeks in pure delight. She takes a moment to compose herself before continuing.
SAVANNAH SUNSHINE: But, this is just a step away. For now. Not a goodbye. As soon as this baby pops out and I’m all healed up? I plan on coming back into this very ring. For now… This is a see you later.
Savannah smiles softly, setting the microphone into the center of the ring before walking away. Her music plays again and she hugs a few fans one last time. Stopping at the top of the ramp to give a bow and blow a kiss before heading backstage.
Before the bell's even finished ringing, Victoria has already launched herself from the corner with a lifting knee strike that catches her off guard and drives Jensen back. She crashes into the corner and Victoria backflips in to land a corner elbow – all show. The crowd gets a bit heated as she hops on the second rope, raining down punches until she earns a warning from the referee for the closed fist strikes.
GREYSON MARKS: Early attack by Victoria with that springboard knee lift – she's getting right down to business.
LINCOLN PHELPS: We might just find ourselves down another roster member after this assault.
GREYSON MARKS: Which reminds me. Has anyone heard from Jurgen Kaiser lately?
Victoria keeps up the momentum with lefts and rights to the face of Jensen, knocking her back into the corner and turning her 180 degrees, leaving her stunned and ripe for the Dead Revolution! The spinning side slam levels Jensen and the moment she starts to sit up, she gets blasted with a diving meteora! Victoria backs off as though to give her breathing room, and then charges in, nailing a soccer kick to the back of the head! She grabs Jensen by the hair, hauling her back upright. She's looking for the Ode to Cersei but Jensen elbows free. Victoria lets Jensen stumble to her feet, and is surprised when she unloads with a kick to the midsection. Jensen grabs Victoria, hoisting her up, looking for a side suplex, but Victoria hooks her around the neck and reverses! LYONS ROAR DDT! Jensen Lane is dropped right on her head and the crowd is stunned into silence.
GREYSON MARKS: Incredible reversal!
LINCOLN PHELPS: What the hell?! What's Victoria doing? She could have scored the pinfall there.
Victoria scoops Jensen up, rag-dolling her before flinging her into the corner. She charges in and nails a running knee strike to the face just as Lane crumbles against the ring post. Belly to belly suplex! This is just a back alley mugging at this point and the crowd isn't happy about it as Victoria scoops Jensen up again before planning her with a second Lyons Roar DDT! This time she rests an elbow on Jensen's chest, posing leisurely for the cameras as the referee drops for the count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!
GREYSON MARKS: Good Lord… I think Jensen Lane might be dead.
NINA LAWRENCE: Ladies and gentlemen… your winner by pinfall… VICCCCCCCCCCTORIA LYONNNNNNSSSSS!!!
