VICTORY [II] | THE CONSEQUENCES

PRO WRESTLING EXCELLENCE PRESENTS...

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VICTORY II
THE CONSEQUENCES
13 SEPTEMBER 2021
LIVE FROM THE STAPLES CENTER IN LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA | 10:00 MDT

ROLEPLAY DEADLINES
FRIDAY, 10 SEPTEMBER 2021 @ 10:00 PM MOUNTAIN DISTRICT TIME
SATURDAY, 11 SEPTEMBER 2021 @ 12:00 AM EASTERN STANDARD TIME
SATURDAY, 11 SEPTEMBER 2021 @  5:00 AM BRITISH SUMMER TIME
SATURDAY, 11 SEPTEMBER 2021 @ 2:00 PM AUSTRALIAN EASTERN STANDARD TIME
[THURSDAY, 9 SEPTEMBER 2021 @ 5:00 AM BRITISH SUMMER TIME FOR JESS]

SEGMENT DEADLINES
SUNDAY, 12 SEPTEMBER 2021 @ 10:00 PM MOUNTAIN DISTRICT TIME
MONDAY, 13 SEPTEMBER 2021 @ 12:00 AM EASTERN STANDARD TIME
MONDAY, 13 SEPTEMBER 2021 @ 5:00 AM BRITISH SUMMER TIME
MONDAY, 13 SEPTEMBER 2021 @ 2:00 PM AUSTRALIAN EASTERN STANDARD TIME

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


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SHOW CARD


MAIN EVENT
TAG TEAM MATCH
CHELSEA SKYE & ROSS HANSON vs DAMIAN^(C) & TARA AYLA



SEMI-MAIN EVENT / HEADLINER
TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON vs BETSY GRANGER vs ZOEY MADIGAN-STAR



MATCH SIX
TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
XARIA LINETTE vs HOLLY RHODES vs LA ANDALUCERA



MATCH FIVE
SINGLES MATCH
WILLIAM BLAKE MASON vs KAYLA RICHARDS



MATCH FOUR
SINGLES MATCH
KLAYTON KROSS vs CIELA LUIZ



MATCH THREE
SINGLES MATCH
NATHANIEL CARTWRIGHT vs TJ ALEXANDER



MATCH TWO
SINGLES MATCH
TANK FERDINAND vs ALLEN CHANEY



OPENING MATCH
SINGLES MATCH
LACHLAN KANE vs ASHLEY WHITMORE

#MADEOFEXCELLENCE

PRO WRESTLING EXCELLENCE PRESENTS...

LIVE FROM THE STAPLES CENTER IN LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA


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As “Resist” by Void Chapter featuring Celldweller continues over the systems, we see the interior of the now sold-out Staples Center in Los Angeles, California. As always, the camera pans over the crowd from a high angle, taking in a shot of the Pro Wrestling EXCELLENCE ring and the crowd gathered around it. The announcer’s table sits at the top left of the stage, definitely in an effort to mitigate any issues that may arise if the wrestlers exit the ring for any reason.

GREYSON MARKS: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the second edition of Victory! We are live here at the Staples Center in Los Angeles, California, and the show is about to get right underway. We have quite the show for you, including a celebratory party for our newly-crowned Excellence Champion--

Greyson Marks is suddenly cut off as “Obey” by Bring Me the Horizon featuring Yungblud blasts over the address system. The music rolls on for a few poignant seconds, before surprisingly, the General Manager of Victory appears out from underneath the curtain, followed by the Owner herself. Charlie Jones, dressed in a black sweater-blouse combination and sharp slacks (although there are definitely no heels here), is a complete one-eighty from the other administrator in the room, who wears a black Chanel dress and a pair of high stilettos with red bottoms. The two paused for a minute at the top of the stage, but despite their dress wear differences, their faces read the same: not in the mood for the bullshit of the night.

LINCOLN PHELPS: OOOOOOOP.

GREYSON MARKS: This wasn’t on the agenda, folks.

As they make their way down to the ring, clearly on their way to make an announcement of some kind, the two smile at the fans. Both have microphones already in their hands, and they are moving with a purpose. They both climb the steps and step through the second and third ropes. They look out at the cheering crowd, before looking back at one another. Charlie gestures to Ophelia, who nods and raises the microphone as her music fades out.

OPHELIA KNIGHT: Los Angeles, how does it feel to be out here tonight?!

The crowd pops in response, as obviously pleased to be here.

OPHELIA KNIGHT: That’s what I thought. You see, Charlie and I, we’re both excited to be here. After The First Victory went off without a hitch, we couldn’t wait to be back in the arms of all you wonderful people. Charlie has created a wonderful card for you all to view tonight, scream for, cheer for, boo, and anything your little hearts desire. However...we’re not coming out here to announce that card for you.

She looks back at Charlie, who shakes her head morosely, looking down at the ground.

OPHELIA KNIGHT: No. Unfortunately, we have some business to attend to. You see, while we are happy to crown Damian Ayla as our first Excellence Champion, it came in a way that we are not particularly pleased with. The goal of Pro Wrestling EXCELLENCE is to provide sanctioned matches in the best, entertaining way possible. Cheating, causing disruptions, destroying the opportunities of others -- that is not the way that I created the ethics of this company to be. Now, in that match, we watched as Betsy Granger lost and Damian Ayla succeeded...with the help of one--

She is cut off as “Scumgrief (Deep Dub Trauma Mix)” by Fear Factory blares over the speakers. Ophelia lowers her microphone, pursing her lips as if she knew immediately that Kayla Richards would appear the second she spoke about this. The Dreamkiller herself, dressed in her ring gear, ready to fight already, steps out under the curtain, a sneer on her face as she heads down the ramp to the ring. The crowd’s muted sounds as the Owner was talking have turned to almost deafening boos. This doesn’t bother the wrestler as she grabs onto the bottom rope, pulls herself upwards, and enters the ring as her music fades out.

OPHELIA KNIGHT: Kayla, how nice of you to join us.

KAYLA RICHARDS: Cut the bullshit, Ophelia.

The crowd boos are even louder, if possible.

KAYLA RICHARDS: You talk about how there shouldn’t be distractions, but neither one of you cunts can own up to the fact that in my match, I was dumped out by that French Broad, Xaria Linette only because of the fact that Betsy Granger’s music played. Now, I went to this Texan bitch--

She sizes up Charlie, whose eyebrow raises instantly.

KAYLA RICHARDS: --and she tells me that she can’t fix the result.

Charlie raises her own microphone, cutting through Kayla’s tirade.

CHARLIE JONES: Which I couldn’t. I’m sorry that there was a technical error during your match, but--

KAYLA RICHARDS: Now, you want to tell me that that wasn’t a fucking travesty, but the fact that I laid your precious Timelord out flat and she lost out on her opportunity to win is what’s got you all hung up and crying? No. Double standards aren’t acceptable.

She steps closer to Ophelia, almost so close that they’re nose to nose.

KAYLA RICHARDS: You should put me against Damian Ayla instead of that shitty match you’re going to get tonight with the mute and the fuckbuddies. For the Championship.

Not even trained to be a wrestler, everyone would have expected Ophelia to back down. Charlie reaches a hand in between the two, pushing back at Kayla, who refuses to budge. Ophelia, too, does not budge.

OPHELIA KNIGHT: Yes. It is a travesty. It’s a travesty that things happen that aren’t what we want exactly. It’s a travesty that I have to do what is right and ethical in this company and that I have to set an example. So, I’m glad you came down here, Kayla. I’m glad you came out to face the consequences of your actions.

Kayla’s eyes narrow. Ophelia doesn’t back down.

OPHELIA KNIGHT: Kayla Richards, you are banned from competing for championships until further notice in Pro Wrestling EXCELLENCE. This includes the Impulse Championship that you were to contend for on Victory III.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Oh shit.

Kayla explodes, throwing the microphone down. The crowd pops loving the fact Kayla has been punished for her actions. Kayla then steps forward again towards Ophelia, but Charlie steps between them looking down at Kayla. There is an intense moment between the two before Kayla puts her hands up and backs off shaking her head. She points at them both, yelling more expletives before sliding from the ring, on her way out Kayla stops and kicks the steel steps as hard as she can, obviously fuming at the decision.

As “Obey” plays again, the cameras pan over to the announcer’s table where Play-by-Play Commentator Greyson Marks and Color Commentator Lincoln Phelps sit side-by-side, silently watching as Kayla walks in front of them, screaming at the top of her lungs about injustices.

LINCOLN PHELPS: She’s quite angry, mate.

GREYSON MARKS: I’d say...but…

They pause for a couple of more seconds before carrying on as they always do.

GREYSON MARKS: As I said, we have a doozy of a show for you all tonight. We have eight action packed matches all happening down in the middle of that ring, plus we're beginning to see the alliances and battles about to be waged in Pro Wrestling EXCELLENCE. Starting off the show tonight is Lachlan Kane facing off one of the newest wrestlers in the business, Ashley Whitmore. Both are looking to erase their failure to thrive in the big tournament for the Excellence Champion, but which one will it be? The Wolfslair Irishman, or the famed Crystal Zdunich Protege?

LINCOLN PHELPS: Following on that note is the match between the comedians in their own right. The Comedian Allen Chaney takes on Tank Ferdinand, and that is bound to be a riot! I especially like the candor of both...particularly Allen, simply because he just doesn't give a royal fuck, and I appreciate that.

GREYSON MARKS: Right...well. Our third match of the night features Nathaniel Cartwright facing off against TJ Alexander in what looks to be a match for the Winter Wraith to sink his teeth into. Will TJ Alexander be able to wrestle himself out of the meanacing jaws, or will he come up short again? That's certainly also the question for Ciela Luiz as she faces Excellence Evolved, Klayton Kross tonight. 

LINCOLN PHELPS: I like Klayton. He's a bit edgy, a bit of a dick, but all around entertaining! 

Greyson side eyes Lincoln, who takes a sip of his drink and winces as the liquid sloshes down his throat.

GREYSON MARKS: Our jilted Dreamkiller faces off against William Blake Mason, who showed that retirement didn't really keep him down at The First Victory. However, as we all just witnessed, Kayla Richards isn't going to be happy, and if she isn't looking just for revenge, she's also looking for blood, and that's likely Mason's.

LINCOLN PHELPS: I also like when Kayla is pissed. It's like she makes men's balls shrink and--[the rest is edited out as the censors realize that this probably isn't appropriate regardless].

Lincoln is smacked in the back of the head by the older commentator, and he winces again.

GREYSON MARKS: For heaven's sake...in our sixth match, we start the triple threats of the night with Holly Rhodes, Xaria Linette and newcomer from the Gypsy world -- La Andalucera. All three have been very vocal on Twitter as of today, and I think we're in for another bloodbath if the opportunity arises. Xaria narrowly missed out on her opportunity at the Excellence Championship, defeated swiftly by Damian Ayla. Holly Rhodes was the last to be eliminated in her round. And La Andalucera's mystery lies in how she executes her style tonight in the ring.

LINCOLN PHELPS: And if it's not right, then I don't know what is: my man LEWIS CHAD FUCKIN' PINKSTON faces off in a triple threat against The Impossible Traveler, Betsy Granger and the Sorceress Supreme herself, Zoey Madigan-Star. All three showed off their talent--

GREYSON MARKS: Lack of talent...

LINCOLN PHELPS: DON'T YOU DISS MY BRO, OKAY. But Betsy nearly defeated Damian Ayla for the championship herself. If it weren't for Kayla killing all of Betsy's dreams of championships here at Pro Wrestling EXCELLENCE, then maybe we would have seen a different outcome. The possibilities are endless for the Timelord.

GREYSON MARKS: And finally, in our main event...we have Twitter's favorite couple in Chelsea Skye and Ross Hanson--

LINCOLN PHELPS: HASHTAG SKYESON!

GREYSON MARKS: Taking on the Pro Wrestling EXCELLENCE Champion, Damian Ayla and his wife, Tara! Damian also celebrates his win, and ensures the rest of the PWE Roster is on edge when he reminds us all that he's not only champion, but he's willing to throw us all into oblivion to meet his required violence. Make no mistake, the main event isn't the only violent match that we're going to see, but we're sure to see that special brand when the Aylas are in the ring. Skye and Hanson are in for a treat, but if they can survive with the power of love...then we'll see if they can survive this.

LINCOLN PHELPS: All that and MORE here on Victory!

"Resist" continues to play as the crowd is panned across. The feed cuts to commercial. 

GREYSON MARKS: Lachlan Kane came up short in The First Victory. However, it seems like a fire has been lit beneath him since the chaos of his home life.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Could you imagine, some bloke just breaks into your house and destroys your sister’s nursery for her two new BeeBees -- and by that I mean babies. Man, I’d be pissed. But also, you can’t think that Lachy over here has his brain in the right place right now. I suspect the abs will be a little distracted.

You can hear the audible groan from Greyson through his microphone.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Mate, also with his wifey’s father comatosing over there.

GREYSON MARKS: Do you not have an empathy filter of any kind?

LINCOLN PHELPS: A what?

DING DING DING 

Lachlan Kane and Ashley Whitmore meet in the middle of the ring, Lachlan is nice enough to offer the handshake. Ashley has other ideas in mind as she slaps the hand away and rolls her eyes at Lachlan. A grin appears on Lachlan’s face as Ashley throws a punch at him only Lachlan was one step ahead and blocks the punch before delivering a stiff punch to the jaw of Ashley as she is now wobbly on her feet.

Lachlan follows it up with a European Uppercut that sends Ashley backward towards the turnbuckle. Lachlan follows it up with another that sends Ashley stumbling back and now resting against the turnbuckle. As Lachlan backs up and sizes up Ashley, she manages to catch a second wind and comes running at him out of the corner. Thankfully for Lachlan, he is on the ball and charges at her taking her down with the Slingblade, and goes for the pin.

ONE…

TW… NO, KICK OUT BY ASHLEY WHITMORE!!!

They’re both quick to get to their feet. Ashley starts to get the upper hand with a kick to Lachlan’s midsection followed by pulling what hair he has and slamming his face into her double jumping knees. This rocks Lachlan and Ashley takes the opportunity to springboard of the ropes and hit a Flying Bulldog on Lachlan going for a pin attempt on him this time.

ONE…

TW… NO, KICK OUT BY LACHLAN KANE!!!

Once again they’re both back up to their feet just not as quickly as they were the first time. Lachlan is quick to hit Ashley with the Dying Breed (Lifting Single Underhook DDT) and once she was on the mat, Ashley manages to roll out of the ring.

As Ashley stands smirking on the outside of the ring trying to get a breather, Lachlan has other ideas as he runs at the ropes and dives through hitting her with a Suicide Dive. He then gets up to his feet and rolls Ashley into the ring. Lachlan then climbs up onto the top of the turnbuckle and jumps off hitting Lach-Down (Diving Double Foot Stomp) and goes for the pin.

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!!!

WINNER VIA PINFALL: LACHLAN KANE

LINCOLN PHELPS: Ooof, even trained by the great Crystal Zdu...Zdun…

GREYSON MARKS: Fuck, are you already getting drunk?

Lincoln, on camera now, sets his red solo cup down and waves the paper in front of Greyson’s face.

LINCOLN PHELPS: WHAT. NO. You try reading that. Anyway, Ashley Whitmore was strong in the match, but she came up just short of the win here. A little bit of a disappointment, but she’s sure to get on her feet next week. Hopefully. Good job, Ashley!

Greyson just stares at Lincoln, wondering who or what alcohol has possessed him tonight.

Backstage, we find Inteverviewer Aleena Sands standing with a PWE microphone in hand.

ALEENA SANDS Ladies and Gentlemen, I'm standing here with...Kayla Richards...

We pan out, there's Kayla standing next to her, tapping her foot and sneering.

ALEENA SANDS Now Miss Richards, later tonight you face William Blake Mason but we just saw you get booted out of the Impulse title match...what are you going to do now?

Kayla’s eyes burn and she snaps her head back to Aleena snatching the mic out of her hands.

KAYLA RICHARDS: What am I going to do? Are you dense? This is ridiculous. I earned my right to be in that match for that Impulse title and it got taken away for what? Because I went after little miss Betsy? She had it coming...

ALEENA SANDS I mean, Ophelia and Charlie did warn you so-

KAYLA RICHARDS: Warning Aleena? Really? A warning? I have a warning for you. Keep running your mouth, keep saying stupid things with Lil Mickey over there and I will take those teeny tiny little "Lemaos" he has, crack them like a pair of walnuts and shove them up your ass...got it?

She swallows hard and nods slowly as Kayla keeps the microphone.

KAYLA RICHARDS: You want a warning? William Blake Mason should be ready to have a warning thrown at him. With what just happene,d I am not in the best of moods, so the message I needed to send just got a little more violent. So William...you better be ready to-

Suddenly from the side Betsy Granger comes flying in grabbing Kayla by the hair firing off right hands. Kayla fights back as the crowd in the arena goes nuts.

LINCOLN PHELPS: It's Betsy Granger! She clearly wants revenge!

The two women crash into equipment cases and claw, punch and kick over and over, But within seconds security and Charlie Jones surround them and pull them apart. The crowd starts to boo loudly.

CHARLIE JONES: Enough!. Betsy calm down. Get Kayla out of here!

CROWD: LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT!

Kayla is led away as Betsy tries to struggle against the security before we cut back to the arena.

The scene opened up backstage, focusing in on the male locker room door. Suddenly, it swung inward and Lachlan Kane stepped out, showered and dressed after his match with his gear bag slung over his shoulder. He had his phone pressed to his ear as he started to head down the hallways.

LACHLAN KANE: Yeah, just heading out now. Figured I’d head back to the hotel, get a good night’s rest, and be on the first flight back tomorrow morning.

There was a pause from Lachlan as the caller on the other end spoke, while he just nodded.

LACHLAN KANE: I know I don’t have to, but I want to. With everything that’s been going on, I want to spend as much time with my family as possible. Not to mention I’ve got so much work to do over at Wolfslair…

His voice trailed off as his eyes fell across someone at the end of the hallway, sitting up on a stack of production crates. His eyes narrowed slightly as he came to a stop in the hallway, phone still at his ear.

LACHLAN KANE: Listen, I gotta go. I’ll call you back when I get to the hotel. Give the girls a kiss for me. Love you, Si.

He lowered the phone and slid it into his pocket, as the camera swung around to show Angel, sitting cross-legged and giving Lachlan a deranged smile.

ANGEL: Aww... Poor poor Papa, so sick. So fragile. Like a little bitty ba-by. So sweet of you to call your wife right after your match too.

She slithers off the box and slowly steps over to him.

ANGEL: How is your family? Good I hope. I don’t know if your sister told you about the present that was left for her. That room was just...so...ugh...sweet, I guess.

Angel gags a bit and rolls her eyes before going back to smiling wickedly at Lach.

ANGEL: But at least they are all nice and safe...it’d be a shame if the same couldn’t be said for your daddy-in-law.

To his credit, Lachlan didn’t lose his temper or start swinging on Angel. He just stared at her for a moment, his blue eyes glaring daggers at her. Then he leaned in close to her, so close that their foreheads were almost touching, and uttered one simple phrase.

LACHLAN KANE: Is ceann de’s na h-óinseacha diabhail thú.

Having said that, he pushed past her and stalked off down the hallway.

At stageside, Lincoln Phelps is seen sitting again next to Greyson Marks. Lincoln is bobbing his head to the music as the entrance them of Allen Chaney continues to play. Greyson is looking curiously at Lincoln, and adds another tally mark as Lincoln tosses another empty solo cup onto the table. There's at least seven hash marks.

LINCOLN PHELPS:  Ol' Dirty Bastard is so much better than so many of the options lately. I mean, it's all edge lord bullshit lately with a beat. I mean...

GREYSON MARKS: Don't let Tank hear that. He's got that Uptown Funk song and from what we all saw, the dance moves of Tank himself were bleeding out into the crowd. They were dancing with him.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Yeah, but the question is...

He hiccups.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Ooop, sorry. Is Allen Chaney in good spirits or tonight, or are we just going to see bullshit arise? See what I did there?

DING DING DING.

Both of the big men, Tank Ferdinand and Allen Chaney stand there glaring at each other. Only Allen looks grumpy and Tank looks happy. Tank tells Allen to go for a clothesline on him and Allen shrugs and goes for a clothesline on Tank for him not to move from the spot. Tank now goes for a clothesline only Allen doesn’t have time for games so slides through Tank’s legs and has time to hit a chopblock on him. Tank is now down onto one knee as Allen takes his chance and hits a superkick to the back of Tank’s head. Tank is now down on the mat as Allen goes for the Makin Pancakes (Running Senton Splash) early on. Tank manages to get his knees up so Allen crashes back first down onto the knees of Tank.

Both men are down on the mat as the ref checks to see if they are both okay. Tank is the one who gets up to his feet first as Allen manages to get to the corner of the ring and sit up against the turnbuckle. Tank runs at Allen and hits him with a corner cannonball senton that squash him hard against it. Tank gets up to his feet and grabs hold of Allen and helps him up to his feet too. Tank gets Allen in position for Touch the Rainbow (Overhead Belly To Belly Suplex) but before he can execute Allen manages to rake the eyes of Tank causing him to let go of Allen. Allen follows this up with not one, not even two but three headbutts to the bridge of Tank’s nose causing it to bleed.

Tank feels the blood trickle from his nose as he stumbles into the corner and leans his back against the turnbuckle. Allen stands there smirking at Tank who isn’t happy when he sees the blood on his hands after wipe his nose with his hands. Allen has seen enough and runs at Tank going for a spear into the corner. Tank is quick enough to move out of the way as Allen ends up going shoulder first into the steel post. The ref checks to see if Allen is okay as Tank wipes the blood from his nose. He has had enough of Allen now as he picks him up to his feet and goes for the Tank Drop (Big Ending) only Allen manages to wriggle free and notices the ref’s view is blocked as he uses his arm to low blow Tank.

The ref didn’t see a thing as Allen backs up and goes for the Heckler Control (Curb Stomp) but Tank is still able to drop and roll out of the way. Tank gets to his feet and this time grabs hold of Allen and hits the Touch the Rainbow (Overhead Belly To Belly Suplex) and goes for the pin.

ONE..

TWO…

KICK OUT BY ALLEN CHANEY!!!

Tank gets up to his feet and helps Allen up to his right after and getting him in position for the Tank Drop (Big Ending) but again Allen has managed to wriggle free and grabs hold of Tank and hits him with The Punchline (Awful Waffle/Omega Driver) and goes for the pin.

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!!!

WINNER VIA PINFALL: ALLEN CHANEY

GREYSON MARKS: A rough loss for Tank Ferdinand tonight, but we're certain that this isn't the last that we'll see of him. 

LINCOLN PHELPS: FIGHT THE ESTABLISHMENT!!!!!

Greyson is visible shaking his head as the Lincoln stands, raising his fist in the air in support of Tank Ferdinand. Allen Chaney is viewed as the referee raises his hand in victory. He swipes at his face, sneering as he wrenches his hand out of the grasp of the ref. He heads for the ropes, dropping down to the apron and then the mat below, heading for the back as the feed cuts to commercial. 

Alone in his locker room, “Excellence Evolved” Klayton Kross is in a Pikachu onesie as he relaxes before his match. He has music playing too, it was “Gotta Catch ’Em All” by Powerglove so The OG Pokemon Theme. He looked like a damn fool but at least he was alone and owning it.

KLAYTON KROSS: I want to be the very best. like no one ever was.

Klayton pauses the music for a moment.

KLAYTON KROSS: Yeah, I actually do. Pika, Pika!

He takes a sip of water before he unpauses the music.

KLAYTON KROSS: To catch them is my real test, to train them is my cause, I will travel across the land, searching far and wide, each Pokemon to understand, the power that's inside.

As he waits for the next bit to drop, he drinks some more water.

KLAYTON KROSS: POOOKKKEEEMMMOOONNN!!!

Klayton now starts to shake his butt along to the song.

KLAYTON KROSS: Gotta catch 'em all, it's you and me, I know it's my destiny.

There was a knock at the door but Klayton doesn’t hear it as he continues to dance and sing.

KLAYTON KROSS: POOOKKKEEEMMMOOONNN!!!

Whoever it was doesn’t knock again, they just walk in on Klayton who is too busy to notice who it was. He doesn’t notice them at all until they turn his music off.

KLAYTON KROSS: What in the Pokeballs is going on?

Just as Klayton turns around, he sees his brother Krystian Kross standing there as he facepalms as Klayton turns around.

KRYSTIAN KROSS: What in the hell are you doing?

KLAYTON KROSS: The best damn cover of “Gotta Catch ‘Em All” until you rudely interrupted.

KRYSTIAN KROSS: In a damn Pikachu onesie though?

KLAYTON KROSS: Pika! Pika!

KRYSTIAN KROSS: Why did you invite me here?

Krystian just rolls his eyes at his brother.

KLAYTON KROSS: To be part of the greatest ever cover with me.

KRYSTIAN KROSS: I’m gonna pass. I’ll see you out there.

Before Klayton can reply to his brother, he walks out and closes the door behind him.

KLAYTON KROSS: Well you’re no fun!

Klayton gets back to singing and dancing in his Pikachu onesie without a care in the world right now.

As the match gets under way, Nathaniel is standing there giving TJ Alexander a cold glare as TJ just smiles back at him. It’s TJ that kicks the match off with a nice Hurricanrana on Nathaniel and it’s followed up by a standing shooting star press. TJ seems to be getting more confident as he climbs up onto the top turnbuckle and raises his arms getting a cheer from the crowd. This leads to giving Nathaniel too much time to recover as he shoots up and takes TJ down with a t-bone suplex from the second rope and goes for the pin.

ONE…

KICK OUT BY TJ ALEXANDER!!!

Nathaniel is straight back up to his feet as he gets TJ up to his feet as well before slamming him back down to the mat with a spinebuster that shakes the ring on impact. As Nathaniel goes to grab TJ, TJ manages to roll him up for the pin but wait…

It isn’t a pin attempt, TJ has managed to roll through and lock in an armbar on Nathaniel who is having none of it as he reaches for the rope and grabs it. TJ lets go of the hold right away and as Nathaniel gets to his feet goes for a wheelbarrow bulldog on him. Nathaniel has other ideas as while TJ is in the wheelbarrow position he hits a wheelbarrow sitout facebuster on TJ and pushes him away as he then gets up to his feet.

Nathaniel goes to grab TJ again who tries to go for another roll up only this time Nathaniel is wise to it as he steps back. This allows TJ to get up to his feet who smiles at Nathaniel who just glares at him coldly again. They both meet in the middle of the ring going for a test of strength and looking at them it was obvious what the outcome would be. Nathaniel pushes TJ on his butt as TJ is quick to get back to his feet.

TJ is feeling embarrassed at what just happens as he runs at Nathaniel who tries to take TJ down with a clothesline but TJ ducks it. TJ then springboards and hits a stunner on Nathaniel who somehow manages to stay on his feet. TJ springboards off the ropes again and goes for a leg drop across the back of Nathaniel’s neck but Nathaniel moves out of the way. Nathaniel backs up into the corner and measures TJ up as he gets up to his feet. With a sudden burst of speed, Nathaniel runs at TJ and goes for Legend of the Wood (Bicycle Knee Strike) but TJ manages to duck the attempt.

As Nathaniel gets up, TJ grabs hold of him and goes for Game-Over (Angel Wings) but Nathaniel manages to get out of it before TJ can even set it up by kicking TJ in the stomach. Nathaniel then hits TJ with the Call of the Wild (Chaos Theory German Suplex). Instead of going for the pin, he immediately follows it up, jumping to his feet and reaching down for TJ’s leg. He grabs it, pulling upwards for the Predator Lock (Single Leg Boston Crab). TJ can’t take anymore and he…

...HE SLAMS HIS HAND DOWN ON THE MAT.

TAP.

TAP.

TAP.

WINNER VIA SUBMISSION: NATHANIEL CARTWRIGHT

GREYSON MARKS: REDEMPTION! Redemption for Nathaniel Cartwright, who takes the ring his hostage tonight.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Oooop. Feel bad for TJ, but he just...he tried, he pushed, he fell. Game over, mate...

Nathaniel, with his hand raised, looks directly at the camera. As if he's focused, moving forward with a somewhat masochistic grin on his face. The crowd isn't one hundred percent certain how to react to this Wraith, but they are certainly intrigued by him going forward. He looks down at TJ Cartwright, who holds his leg in pain, wincing.

GREYSON MARKS: Vicious as hell. I think there's a competitor for any championship lying in the newbie Nathaniel.

Greeting the viewers backstage, the reclusive duo known as the Aylas makes their way throughout one of the Staples Center’s corridors. Damian says something to Tara about how comfortable she’ll be when they make it to their locker room. Tara, of course, does not respond, merely nodding at her husband’s comment. Arm-in-arm, they seem to gravitate only worried gazes from their peers, but neither of them make the effort to acknowledge them. Yet, it does not take much longer for something to garner their attention. Damian’s the first to make any sort of reaction to what’s currently off-screen. He flexes his jaw and lowers his eyes towards the ground, whereas Tara seems to take a sharper breath.

DAMIAN AYLA: Jesters do oft prove prophets, they say.

The camera pans about in short order and the thrust of Damian’s comment comes to light: Melissa Reed, in all her rambunctious, smiling glory is leaned up against a rolling production crate which thankfully is locked in place. Despite her being clad in more business attire, she seems prepared to cause mischief.

MELISSA REED: Awh. Is that right, Cammy? Or should I say, Damian? How scary~! I just figured we could chalk it all up to fate. Since I didn’t come across you during the first show...

Melissa’s old moniker reappears in the wide grin playing on her lips. She smooths a single hand down the black pencil skirt to flick something off the bottom.

MELISSA REED: Though I will say, I never thought little ol’ Tara would ever return to in-ring action. I thought the monster got too indulged with that sweet, sweet wife life. Nothing quite like watching potential waste away… Ahaha!

Damian’s attention draws to his wife for a moment, disregarding Melissa in lieu of her.

DAMIAN AYLA: It’s humorous you speak of potential, Melissa. How did your little pup here fare?

Damian takes the time to pull a portion of his coat back, unveiling the Pro Wrestling Excellence Championship around his waist. Regardless of the action, the Godslaying Beast’s expression does not falter. The only other motion he offers is to step a little to the side, letting Tara stand directly in front of Melissa. The camera draws closer to the two women while Damian crosses his arms.

MELISSA REED: Oh, come now! For his first match, he didn’t do so poorly. There is potential to continue climbing up. We all know that is most of the fun, champ! Atop your mountain there is so little room to move. I know you’ll craft a neat little throne though. You always do~! No, my, ahem, pup, as you called him, will enjoy the hunting of that golden crown. Nathaniel always enjoys that part of the game…

Melissa continues to smile despite the hostile aura pouring off of Tara. She rather dramatically raises a single finger to prod into Tara’s nose who instantly snarls. This doesn’t seem to bother the jester in the slightest but she does retract.

MELISSA REED: It would appear that you have yourself a pup as well, champ. I do hope she has all of her… shots. Wouldn’t want to infect the rest of the roster with that scary face she has going on.~ I was so sad to see that you didn’t get to face each other in the final round. A shame. Isn’t it Tara?! I know how much Cameron loves his arms around you… Especially when he has you pinned up against a W A L L.

A...stifled chuckle? The champion simply chuckles while he decides to walk past Melissa.

DAMIAN AYLA: Have you ever wondered why I’m here? Would it shock you to hear that it’s not for me?

Taking her attention to his dismissive comment, Damian leaves Melissa wide open for something much more gruesome. It happens in the span of a few seconds for the Godslayer to make her move. Melissa’s arm was outstretched, which Tara takes into her own, nestled right under her armpit. Melissa’s head pivots towards Tara, where she meets the haunting gaze of a resolute monster. It wasn’t as loud as movies may paint, but there was an audible…

CRUNCH.

Stumbling sideways Melissa frees her arm away from Tara as a loud shriek begins to echo through the hallway. She cradles the broken limb against her chest, unable to speak anymore. Horror etches across Melissa's face catching the fury still on her attacker’s face. She turns to flee but only makes it a few steps before Tara catches a fist full of blonde hair. Melissa’s face is slammed into the nearest wall where she falls to the floor. Damian takes a few cautious steps forward, his face wrought with concern. But as he gets closer, it’s noted that it’s for Tara...not for Melissa. He bends down to Melissa, taking some of the blood that ran down the wall for himself. He rubs it among his fingers, noting its viscosity.

DAMIAN AYLA: Did you get any blood on you, dear? That outfit would have to get dry cleaned if it did. Sanitized as well.

The concern dissolves into apathy for the brutalized jester. As he looks to do anything else, he then creeps his head up, recognizing something in the distance.

DAMIAN AYLA: Oh, of course there are others...

“TARA!”

From down the hallway, a young man hurriedly makes his way towards the three. His metal-framed glasses nearly fall off as he sharply halts, uncertain if he should attempt to break the Godslayer away from the Jester. The diehard HYBRID Wrestling fans should recognize him as Remi Fontaine, Xaria Linette’s oldest half-nephew and tech specialist.

REMI FONTAINE: Come on, that’s enough! Leave Melissa alone, Tara! You’re better than this!

There’s a range of emotions upon his facial features. His bright blue eyes stare at his longtime friend with genuine concern, anger, and conflict. His arms slightly tense in his white-painted black leather jacket. The previous expression and body language has dissolved from Tara’s body. She cocks her head sideways with a tiny frown. Tara is happy to see Remi but his words created confusion. She glances back to Melissa’s crying form then up to spot a few PWE employees coming towards them.

DAMIAN AYLA: Would you kindly step away from my wife?

Looming over Remi now was Violence’s Archetype, his face shadowed out, thanks to the angle of the light. Tara pats her husband’s arm three times before offering Remi a slightly wounded expression.Tara’s touch seems to relax Damian somewhat. Remi’s expressions fluidly change in mere seconds. When he’s confronted by Damian, his facial features become tense, pure anger and disgust at the Excellence Champion’s lack of morality. When he faces Tara again, his features become softer, genuine concern twists into conflict and disappointment. Some people may already know this, but he is still one of the Jesters of Chaos. Melissa’s just as much of a friend to him as Tara is, though he and Tara share a closer bond. After all, she’s known him since he was fourteen years old.

REMI FONTAINE: Tara… this isn’t the right way. S'il vous plaît.

Tara’s wounded expression remains. She glances back one more time spying people crowding in the hallway a mere few feet away. Damian turns his head ever-so-slightly in the direction of the crowd. Once he acknowledges them, he returns to Remi. His expression is neutral by comparison, at least with the basic scowl he normally carries. He lets go a tired sigh.

DAMIAN AYLA: How presumptuous of you. You would think that your experiences with him would teach you that this is the right way sometimes.

Damian eyes Melissa and nudges his foot into the traumatized arm. This summons a louder howl of agony from the jester! Her lower face is dripping with blood as she retreats away from Damian using her feet. This, in turn, makes the Rebel Angel shove the Godslaying Beast back to create greater space between him and the Harlequin. His previous expressions have immediately resurfaced in a split second.

REMI FONTAINE: Back the fuck off!

The eyes of the Excellence Champion gloss over and a thin, cold smile adorns his features. Tara swiftly stands between Remi and Damian leaning her body back against her husband to push him further back. Her head shakes back and forth in warning.

DAMIAN AYLA: Ah, that sweet fighting spirit.

From behind Tara, Damian eyes Remi with nary a blink breaking the stare.

DAMIAN AYLA: You should be mindful of how you approach someone else’s household. And how you touch people that you don’t actually know. You get one more of those.

REMI FONTAINE: Tch.

Oh, he’s not going to press any further. Even though he’s kept himself in shape, he’s been out of wrestling since December 2020. Remi’s focused on college, in particular, linguistics. He’d like to avoid a true physical confrontation as best as he can. His eyes fall on Tara for a moment before he sighs softly and turns away. The Rebel Angel approaches the Harlequin, his features a mixture of sadness, anger, and disappointment. Regardless, he does extend a hand to assist her.

REMI FONTAINE: We’re going to see a medic. You understand? No more trouble.

Melissa can’t seem to speak but she whimpers out something only Remi can hear. She cradles her arm close to her chest. Off to the side, the Ayla’s disappear from the scene without another sound. Remi glances back only for a brief moment, a frown on his face, before he turns his attention back to Melissa. He helps her to her feet very carefully and escorts her to the medic’s room within the arena.

The two are already in the ring. Klayton is flexing, showing off for the audience, who cheers in response while some boo. Ciela adjusts her gloves, narrowing her eyes.

DING DING DING

Klayton and Ciela start off staring across the ring at one another. Klayton smiles and steps forward putting his arms up and flexing. Ciela looks unimpressed and waves it off. The crowd seems to be behind Ciela but there’s also plenty of love(strangely) for Klayton who has won over many of the PWE fanbase with his charming douche persona. They measure each other up, Ciela ducks down and goes for a leg pick, Klayton plants his feet, reaches down, and hooks Ciela around the waist lifting her up in a gutwrench before throwing Ceila up and over with a gutwrench suplex.

Ciela crashes to the mat, Klayton measures her up and as Ciela gets to her feet he runs in with a rolling koppu kick, it connects with Cielas head and she goes down. Klayton rolls across the ring, transitioning right into a fujiwara armbar, he grabs Cielas wrist and twists it as he applies pressure to the elbow joint trying to hyperextend it and end the match. Ciela kicks her legs out and slides to the side grabbing the bottom rope. The referee counts.

ONE

TWO

THREE

FOUR

Klayton lets go of the hold and gets to his feet, the referee warns him he was close to getting disqualified, Klayton, rightfully, points out he had till the count of five and tells the referee to “chill out bro” Meanwhile Ciela pulls herself up on the ropes, she looks over at Klayton and attacks, she runs and jumps on him wildly swinging as they hit the mat, Klayton though sits up, using his incredible strength to stand up holding Ciela in his arms, he walks over as she slams her hands into his back. He then sits her on the top rope and stands back putting his hands up screaming “HEY!....Calm down!” Ciela though slaps him across the face. Klaytron steps back, Ciela climbs to the top rope and leaps off with a flying forearm, she covers Klayton

ONE

Klayton kicks out throwing Ciela off him, he shakes his head looking annoyed now as they both get to their feet, Ciela goes for a shining wizard, Klayton catches her and stands up in a powerbomb position, but Ciela flips back off Klaytons shoulders, he ducks down picking her up into a fireamans carry position, he then lifts her up and hits a roundhouse ki8ck, Ciela drops like a ton of bricks crumbling to the mat in a heap.Klayton goes for a cover.

ONE

TWO

Ciela kicks out. Klayton sits up on his knees looking around at the crowd offering a shrug as some members of the audience still get firmly behind Ciela. Klayton pulls Ciela up but Luiz slaps his hands away, hits Klayton with a few hard forearms, she turns and hits the ropes but Klayton scoops her up, spinning her around and faceplanting her with the Heavens calling. Ciela is down and Klayton pops up.

He looks around as Ciela struggles, he then puts his hand over his chest and sings, “DO YOU BEEEELIIIIIVE IN LIFE AFTER LOVE?!” Unexpectedly, the crowd replies with...

AFTER LOVE AFTER LOVE AFTER LOVE

With a grin, Klayton nods, patting his chest in solidarity. He scoops Ciela up then, lifting her into a suplex position before dropping her down into the sitout piledriver he calls the Last Goodbye! He pins her.

ONE

TWO

THREE!

WINNER BY PINFALL: Klayton Kross

“In the End” by Black Veil Brides hits, Klayton slides from the ring holding his fist in the air as he makes his way to the back. Meanwhile Ciela is finding it hard to get to her feet, when suddenly we have a visitor at ringside. Ollie Dorito.

LINCOLN PHELPS: What?...why is Ollie out here? Did he escape from Ophelia’s office? Who left the door open?

GREYSON MARKS: Oh lord...he’s in the ring now.

And sure enough, Ollie struts across the ring, rubbing his head on the bottom turnbuckle before turning towards Ciela, he sits down and proceeds to clean himself. Ciela looks confused as Ollie stops and licks his lips. Then seemingly without warning Ollie attacks, jumping at Ciela, claws drawn, he hits her over and over in the face before coming to a stop and leaping from the ring. The crowd pops with a chant.

FUCK HER UP OLLIE FUCK HER UP

CLAP

CLAP

CLAP

GREYSON MARKS: Ollie Dorito is no fan of Ciela Luiz.

LINCOLN PHELPS: What a vicious post match attack….wait...are we really..ya know...selling this?

GREYSON MARKS: This is our life man...this is our life.

As Victory II returns to air, a wide spreading shot of the Staples Center catches many of the waiting fans. The lights begin to dim, leading to a short reaction from the PWE audience. The galloping riffs of “Born in Winter” by Gojira begin to play. The crowd’s reaction is split down the middle. Some jeering the new champion as per his ruthless and uncaring demeanor while others cheer the man who stands as the figurehead of the company. Black fog permeates from underneath the stage as the nighttime tones cast down from the lights. Stepping out from the black fog, the Pro Wrestling Excellence Champion, Damian Ayla makes his appearance. He reaches out his hand out and Tara Ayla steps out of the murky void. As he draws her closer to him, the Excellence Championship glistens in the light.

GREYSON MARKS: There he stands, the Godslaying Beast, the Archetype of Violence, and our Pro Wrestling Excellence Champion. He did it. He went through the gauntlet against stiff competition and came out on top. In a way, he was a dark horse. He wasn’t a name that many people considered.

LINCOLN PHELPS: To be honest with you, when I saw Betsy Granger made it to the finals, I thought the Impossible Traveler was going to be our champion. And she did have the match nearly won. That is until Kayla Richards interfered. If that didn’t happen, I’m sure we would be having a much more…uplifting celebration. But then again, it’s entirely possible that Damian could have been ready and taken Betsy’s head off her shoulders. That Heaven’s Divide of his isssss nasty. I’m glad we got an Eldritch monstrosity as our champion. It gives us character.

GREYSON MARKS: We’ll never know the different outcomes of that match. We’re not Betsy. In any case, we’re here to listen what our champion has to say. You can see that he has Tara with him and his Savage Gospel in tow. We may be in for a sermon.

LINCOLN PHELPS: You think he’s going to sell those books as merchandise? I kinda want one for a coaster.

♫ BEFORE ALL THINGS REBORN AGAIN

YOU LEARN THE PAINFUL BREATH OF TIME ♫

As the two makes their way down the ramp, Damian takes in the atmosphere he created. He stands as the undefeated champion with only the single blemish lingering on his absolute dominance. One can tell that he seems annoyed already, possibly at the words of his opponents later in the night. Tara steps forward to the ropes, which he pulls down to let her inside. When he turns to follow, Tara reaches up and cups his face in her hands, lulling his anger back underneath the surface. He takes one of her hands into his and sighs before entering the ring.

Once the champion’s there, he receives a microphone automatically from a very watchful stagehand. Upon his instruction, the lights didn’t change, outside of a spotlight turning on for him and his wife. He doesn’t immediately take to speaking, instead letting his hardened gaze say some words for him. He was a man of few words when it came to speaking on camera, a force of malevolent action. His next move was to reach down and unclasps the championship around his waist. He raises it up high, allowing it to bask in the single bright light. While he does that, he decides to speak.

DAMIAN AYLA: This isn’t a celebration. I’m here to give some instruction to my fellow roster members. I’ve heard the mewling from some of you over the fact that you didn’t win at Victory I. Most of you were the people who couldn’t make it out of the first match. People like Chaney who want to placate themselves by saying that his failure shouldn’t matter. If he had the chance to face me one-on-one, things would have been different.

He pauses, not at all amused with such things.

DAMIAN AYLA: For those people, I want you to look deep in your hearts and minds and wonder what you would have done to stop me. Betsy Granger was the best person forward; she managed to survive my wife, who grows stronger by the day, and she couldn’t put me away. No matter what Kayla Richards did, which I will rectify at some point in time, Betsy hadn’t found a way to put me down. So, if she couldn’t get it done, what hope did any of you have? Leave those imaginations behind. Stop dreaming of something that didn’t happen. Take that time to get better and come to my doorstep.

Damian lowers the championship and puts it back around his waist.

DAMIAN AYLA: There are people already figuring out what they’re going to do next. There are those who will go for the Impulse Championship. There are others who have lost and picked themselves already. They are the ones who will be the first of many to fight me for this championship and reinforce what this company is about. Ophelia Knight begged for wrestling and excellence, and I’m filling out that ideology. For everyone else, follow me and let us turn this company into something to rival any other.

There’s a light cheer for those who are content with his rather…optimistic words.

DAMIAN AYLA: But do remember what waits for you at the end of the path.

Damian’s tone grows darker, but he goes to bring Tara closer to himself.

DAMIAN AYLA: You will see the spectacle of our violence in the main event. That is what waits for you dreamers. I do welcome any challenge provided for me from within our company or outside of it. However, do not think that you can make your dreams come true with merely a positive attitude. You will have to reach inside of yourself and find what makes you my equal.

A beat.

DAMIAN AYLA: Bring that to me so I can destroy you and eat what remains.

Damian politely places the microphone down on the mat, not one to damage expensive equipment. As he does, Born in Winter starts again, and black fog floods the ring. The Ayla’s vanish from sight inside of it and the lights die lower to further shroud their exit from the ring.

For a brief second, however, the image of a white wolf is visible upon the screen. It howls, loudly, and the feed goes elsewhere in the arena.

The scene opens backstage in the luxury suite of William Blake Mason. He is face down on the ground looking like he is set to launch into doing push-ups. And that’s exactly what he does with the looming presence of Jaxson Sullivan ever so close. One push-up, two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten in rapid succession. William lowers himself to the floor and rolls over on his back. He summons his friend and bodyguard to help him up to his feet. Jaxson pulls William up.

JAXSON SULLIVAN: Don’t burn yourself out too much.

Jaxson pats William on the shoulder. William smirks.

WILLIAM MASON: Please, stallions like me are built to go all night long. Kayla is not going to see what’s coming. Her confidence is inspiring. I won’t be denied. Believe that.

Perhaps to the surprise of both men, there’s a knock on the door. The pattern of knocking, however, is playful like a sing-song manner. A code or a sign? Both men’s attention is directed to the sound of the knocking. William motions for Jaxson to open the door. When he does, there’s no one there. Strange. Then suddenly, the ceiling lights begin to flicker. On and off, on and off, and then… they stay off.

WILLIAM MASON: What the--

In reality, the lights only stay off for several seconds. They come back on and upon one of the black leather recliners, lo and behold, is Xaria Linette in her own ring attire. It seems she’s prepared for her own match ahead of time.

XARIA LINETTE: Bonjour.

She’s never forgotten the tricks and trade of the Children of Nephilim. William clutches his chest. Jaxson, standing behind him, tilts his head to the right. William turns around to face Jaxson.

WILLIAM MASON: Give us the room.

Jaxson nods. Without hesitation, he leaves William and Xaria alone in the suite. With Jaxson gone, William walks over to join Xaria on the recliner.

WILLIAM MASON: Just when I think you can’t take my breath away more than you already have--

He chuckles.

WILLIAM MASON: Can you teach me how to do that?

XARIA LINETTE: Hmmm… only if you sell your soul to the Devil. It’s a trade secret.

She playfully winks before she giggles. With her petite form, she’s small enough William can fit on the recliner beside her. She turns her body to face him and smiles.

XARIA LINETTE: I didn’t mean to scare you, Monsieur William. Now you’re tense. May I?

WILLIAM MASON: Of course. I am in your very capable hands.

The two of them sit up, though she moves to a position behind him. Xaria places her hands on her best friend’s shoulders and begins to massage them. Her hands are small and yet so deft and skillful. She leans into his back a little and smiles.

XARIA LINETTE: Did you mean what you said?

WILLIAM MASON: One thousand percent. The words would not have left my mouth if I wasn’t certain. So yes, I meant what I said.

She genuinely smiles at his answer and continues to massage his shoulders. Once she finishes, she gently wraps her arms around him in a sweet embrace from behind. He smiles, feeling more relaxed than ever which is a positive thing considering he is about to step into the ring with one of the toughest wrestlers in a matter of moments.

WILLIAM MASON: I wish my match wasn’t soon. I could relax here for the rest of the night. Sadly, duty calls. I am going to look on the positive side. After we both go out there and send our respective messages, how about I return the favor? How does a soothing post-show massage sound?

XARIA LINETTE: Oui. I would like that.

Sitting up straight, she draws her arms away from him and allows him to rise from the recliner first. Then she follows suit and looks up at him with a smile on her face. Rising on the tips of her boots, she kisses both of his cheeks.

XARIA LINETTE: Good luck.

William has to crouch down a bit, he kisses both of her cheeks.

WILLIAM MASON: Thanks. Good luck in your match as well.

William smiles. He reaches for her hand.

WILLIAM MASON: “Let’s get out of here.”

Xaria accepts his hand and the two of them depart together.

At stageside, Lincoln Phelps is staring at the ring extremely focused. He narrows his eyes, watching as in the ring, Kayla Richards checks the ropes, looking quite irate still from earlier in the show. A picture of calm, cool, and collected on the other side of the ring is William Blake Mason, who grabs the top rope, pulling against it softly before glancing at the angry Dreamkiller.

LINCOLN PHELPS: ...think she's gonna 'splode, mate?

GREYSON MARKS: It would be putting all of us in a happier place if she did. Shoulda been her if it was gonna be anyone. William Blake Mason is much taller, much stronger. He has an advantage here over Kayla, but I don't know that I would want to contend with someone that angry.

LINCOLN PHELPS: ...maybe she's on her pe--

GREYSON MARKS: Don't even finish that.

DING DING DING

As the bell rings Kayla is hesitant at first to engage with the larger Mason. He reaches for a grapple but Richards rolls out of the way. Mason quickly turns around and goes for another grapple but Kayla once again dodges. Blake fakes going for a grapple and grabs Kayla by the hair as she was in the middle of a dodge. Blake backs her into a corner and unleashes a back elbow to the side of the smaller competitor's head. He reaches back and lands another huge blow. Blake tries one too many times as Kayla gets an arm up and blocks the third attempt. Kayla quickly spins Blake into the corner and begins a flurry of stiff kicks to the chest. As Blake begins to slump Kayla pulls him to the middle of the ropes and tries to Irish whip him, but with a quick hop Blake reverses and sends Kayla flying into the ropes. Before he has a chance to recover Kayla leaps in the air and lays out the larger opponent with a snap hurricanrana. Kayla goes for a quick pin attempt.

ONE

Blake powers out at one and sits up, but Kayla is still heavily on the attack and locks in a deep sleeper hold. After a few fakeouts, Kayla gets frustrated and let’s go of the hold and stalks Mason. As he gets to a knee, Kayla runs for a step up enziguri, but just as her foot is about to connect with the side of his head, Mason ducks causing Kayla to fall flat on the mat. Several heavy boots to Richards, Blake picks her up by the back of the head and lifts her up for a belly to back suplex. Blake stays on the offensive and quickly picks up Kayla. He locks in a cobra clutch in the center of the ring. The smaller Richards fights as hard as she could, and just as she was about to break free, Mason lifts her high into the air. Slamming her down to the mat with a thunderous crash. Blake hooks the far leg.

ONE

TWO

TH--NO KICKOUT

Kayla barely gets a shoulder up, Mason slams the mat with his fist and argues with the ref for a moment. This allows Kayla to drag herself to the ropes and lift herself to an unsturdy base. Mason finally pays attention to Kayla and walks over rolling his neck. Kayla quickly thumbs him in the eye. Then leaps for a huge calf kick to the side of his head. It stumbles Mason, Kayla aims Blake at the ref and tries to whip him but he’s aware and reverses it. Sending Kayla flying towards the ref. Kayla stops herself just before getting to the ref. As Mason runs up behind her he grabs her by the shoulders and looks to be going for the Cobra Clutch again, but Kayla back kicks him in the groin. Mason falls to the ground holding his twig and berries. The ref is none the wiser as Kayla smiles and turns to Mason on the ground. Mason looks up and tried valiantly to get an arm up, but it was a little too late. Dream Killed. Kayla hooks the leg.

ONE

TWO

THREE!

WINNER BY PINFALL: KAYLA RICHARDS

GREYSON MARKS: GODDAMMIT.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Is it just me...or does she kinda look ho--

GREYSON MARKS: STOP. IT.

Kayla leaps to her feet, not even allowing the referee to touch her. She finds the closest camera, and leans through the ropes angrily, gnashing her teeth at it.

KAYLA RICHARDS: THAT IS WHAT YOU'RE GOING TO GET, BETSY!

She pulls back, swinging herself out from under the ropes and dropping to the ground, raising her hands in celebration, fists in the air. The crowd boos loudly in response, angry at the Dreamkiller's audacity. She snarls with a smirk as the camera feed heads backstage. 

In the back of the arena the hustle and bustle of a live show is going on, and lost within the shuffle is Lewis Chad Pinkston. Watching people rush by him, cameras following people, Lewis sits against the wall with his knees pinned to his chest. Swiping away on his phone.

LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: Let me see here. Got my shoes. Pants. Shirt. XXL Athletic Supporter. Mints. Lighter and….

LCP begins to pat his pockets. At first he’s calm but quickly becomes frantic. Pulling out all of his pockets and turning them inside out. He holds up a small baggie that is empty.

LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: Oh come on….

Lewis looks around trying to get anyone’s attention, but no one gives him a second look. When he feels a slight bump against his leg. The sound of purring as Ollie is kneading on Lewis’ pant leg.

LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: Not now kitty. I’ve got a huge problem.

OLLIE: Merow….

LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: Yes, thank you. I’m aware that the longer I stay like this… the realer everything becomes.

OLLIE: Mew…

LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: Well obviously, but no one is even looking my way, it’s as if I don’t even exist. Like I have a match tonight right? Against Betsy and Xena.

OLLIE: Meow.

LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: I know her name is Zoey, I was being obtuse and now you’ve ruined the joke.

Ollie puts his head down in shame, or what you would expect a cat to feel shame would look like. Lewis reaches over and scratches the top of the cat’s head.

LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: It’s okay buddy, I know you didn’t mean it. It’s like you’re the only person, wait you’re not a person. The only living creature willing to give me the time of day. Last week I was overlooked, you saw it, you were there. Then that unfunny comedian…

OLLIE: HISSSSSSS

LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: Right there with you my guy. Whatever, then this week I drew Zoey and Betsy. A finalist in that whole ordeal and…. Well Zoey. It’s like this place wants me to fail.

OLLIE: Mew mew meow.

LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: You’re right my furry little friend. This is my opportunity to show everyone that I belong here. That PWE is going to be my home, and soon the PWE will realize….. fuck me I can’t do this sober.

OLLIE: Meow.

Ollie gets up and begins to walk down the hallway. Pausing and calling for Lewis who quickly gets to his feet and follows the small feline. Lewis keeps up with Ollie until they reach the end of the hallway and a closed door.

LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: Ophelia’s office? What are we doing here?

Ollie begins to claw at the bottom of the door. Lewis opens the door cautiously, peeking his head in. Ollie runs in and once again calls for Lewis.

Walking into the office Ollie begins to nudge a book bag on the floor. Lewis picks it up as Ollie bolts out of the office. Lewis takes the bag and quickly follows the cat. Ollie leads Lewis to an unoccupied corner of the building. Lewis sits down and begins to open the book bag. Pulling out a bag of CatNip.

LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: Ollie…. you fucking genius!

OLLIE: Merow.

LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: Classic Ollie.

With that you can assume that Lewis and Ollie got high on catnip, or they didn’t that’s why the camera cuts before anything was seen.

DING DING DING

Time for the triple threat. The three beautiful ladies are in the ring and ready to go. Xaria has a smile on her face as does Holly. Whereas La Andalucera just smirks at the other two ladies. It’s La Andalucera who is the first to react as she dropkicks Xaria out of the ring. Holly looks on in shock as La Andalucera gets up to her feet. They both get face to face as they exchange words that we don’t get to hear. They start trading punches as suddenly Xaria reaches in and pulls La Andalucera’s leg out from beneath her causing her to hit the mat face first. This gives Xaria a chance to slide back into the ring as Holly and Xaria trade punches now. Holly manages to duck under a punch from Xaria and get behind her to hit her with a full nelson suplex and keeps hold of her for the pin.

ONE…

TW…

The pin is broken up by La Andalucera who kicks Holly in the back as hard as she can. This causes Holly to roll on her front as she is in agony with her back. La Andalucera hits Holly with an elbow drop to her back causing Holly to scream out in pain. Xaria is up to her feet just as La Andalucera notices and is quick enough to drop toe hold Xaria before going for the la magistral cradle pin.

ONE…

TW… KICK OUT BY XARIA LINETTE!!!

Xaria is having none of it as she is up to her feet and in the face of La Andalucera as they exchange words before Xaria slaps La Andalucera across the face before dropping her with a roundhouse kick. Holly is showing off her strength as she is back to her feet and stretching her back out as Xaria turns to face her. Holly winks at Xaria before running at Xaria and nearly decapitating her with a very strong clothesline. Holly sees La Andalucera laying on the floor and is quick to pick her up and get her revenge on her by hitting the Holly Diver (F-5) on her. Holly picks her up again and this time just throws her out of the ring and just brushes her hands together like she’d just taken the trash out.

Now turning her attention back to Xaria, Holly sees that with the aid of the ropes Xaria is standing up. Only Xaria has her back to Holly who takes full advantage and hits Xaria with a chopblock. Xaria falls down to one knee as Holly kicks her in the side of the head, sending her crashing to the mat. Holly then hits a deadlift german suplex onto Xaria really punishing her with that move. Holly sees that La Andalucera has got up to the apron so she runs at her hitting a shotgun suplex sending her flying back first into the barricade. Holly believes she has the match won now as she focuses back on Xaria lifting her up for the Rhodes To Ruin (Torture Rack) but Xaria wiggles free. Xaria doesn’t have the strength to stay standing, so Holly turns around and picks her up hitting Xaria with End Of The Rhodes (Skull Crushing Finale) and goes for the pin.

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!!!

WINNER BY PINFALL: HOLLY RHODES

Word is getting out about Pro Wrestling Excellence. The first Victory was a hell of a show, and the second one is poised to be even bigger. The arena is even more packed this time around, and some of the lucky fans, new to PWE but not to the sport itself, have been gifted with the opportunity to be backstage during the show. And, as it turns out, one of the more sought-after members of the roster to be met by these fortunate few is Zoey Madigan-Star. The first Victory did not go her way, but it has not dampened her enthusiasm or her smile.

She is with a group of fans when cameras come across her, chatting with and welcoming them to the show, even taking a moment for some pictures including a few for herself, selfie-style, with these lucky few. There’s some excitement not linked to the Sorceress Supreme, though: a couple of the fans spot someone else approaching, that being Xaria Linette. She has her share of fans too, no doubt, and flashes a sultry smile as she’s beckoned over. Zoey, too, is part of those gesturing her over to the group, always welcoming.

ZOEY MADIGAN-STAR: A few of our good fans were able to join us in the back, Xaria. Care to join me in making some memories with them?

Fresh from her match, Xaria approaches the group willingly. She hasn’t had the opportunity to change out of her ring attire or take a quick shower. Her locker room is actually just past this point within the Staples Center. Yet there’s a natural glow about her. The fans part to allow the LWA Hall of Famer through and she takes a seat to Zoey’s left.

XARIA LINETTE: Ah, I am completely unprepared. I was not expecting to interact with the fans like this…

Blonde Male Fan: That’s okay! We’ve got stuff for you to sign.

This is proven by the Angelic Harbinger’s merchandise, new and old. A few of the items date back to her rookie year with Legacy Wrestling Alliance. A chuckle escapes her and she folds her hands on the table before her.

XARIA LINETTE: Well, well. I’m impressed. It looks like I’ve never been forgotten.

Brunette Female Fan: How could you be forgotten?! You’re THE Rainbow Angel!

Blonde Male Fan: Well, she’s also the Harbinger. The Children of Nephilim -- oof. That’s touchy-feeling.

He places an LWA Lethal Lottery poster on the table in front of her. Xaria was one of the four on the poster alongside Swift Nick, Donnie Hoyland, and yes, Scott Free. She was the youngest of the four, a twenty-year-old, blonde-haired spiritual optimist. Seeing the way she was before made her laugh.

XARIA LINETTE: Oh, I was but a child… So full of innocent hopes and dreams. So naive. So… foolish.

Taking one of the permanent markers, one of silver, she reaches up and signs her name next to her youthful self. The fan can’t help but record this on video via his mobile device. Zoey watches as well, not interrupting the goings-on and actually finding that it is a joy to watch. She had had her time interacting with them already, so she just… spectated. Some of what the fans said brought up a few memories from before Zoey left wrestling over a year ago; some good and some bad. But it did not dampen her mood.

ZOEY MADIGAN-STAR: It’s nice to be remembered.

After signing a couple more autographs and even offering photographic opportunities with the fans, Xaria takes her seat once more. It was the perfect moment; she was able to hear what Zoey had just said. A genuine smile crosses her face and she regards her with such.

XARIA LINETTE: Oui. When the time comes, I wish to be remembered… as an honest person. My light balanced with my darkness.

It resembles both sides of herself; the Rainbow Angel and the Harbinger. She signs a female fan’s artbook with a black permanent marker and kindly hands it back. Her eyes fall on the Sorceress Supreme again.

XARIA LINETTE: There is light in everyone. There is also darkness in everyone. Anyone who says otherwise is either oblivious… or a liar.

There’s a twinge of forwardness in the last part of the sentence. Zoey lifts a brow, then shrugs and comes forward a little.

ZOEY MADIGAN-STAR: Some of us deal with that dichotomy better than others. It sounds like you may still be having issues reconciling your own. But I wouldn’t worry about that.

She gestures, and waves, to the departing fans, sending a smile their way.

ZOEY MADIGAN-STAR: After all, they were happy to meet you and be in your presence. They knew of your darkness, but it didn’t matter to them. They’re just happy to get this close to people that they admire.

Now her full attention is back on Xaria.

ZOEY MADIGAN-STAR: Eventually, they might not recall your darkness at all.

Strangely, a pitiful chuckle escapes the Angelic Harbinger.

XARIA LINETTE: “We never lose our demons. We only learn to live above them.”

She leans back against the seat and crosses one leg over the other. Her red wavy hair no longer completely frames and shadows her face. Her ruby lips curve into a smirk.

XARIA LINETTE: And I will never forget their existence. Because the moment I forget about my demons? Everything will fall apart. To deny the darkness within yourself is to hide a part of yourself. You’re incomplete without it.

Uncrossing her legs, Xaria rises from her seat and her emerald eyes gaze upon Zoey once more.

XARIA LINETTE: What are you hiding, Sorceress Supreme…?

ZOEY MADIGAN-STAR: I have nothing to hide.

The magician answers simply, but firmly. Feels as though something crept into her tone for a moment, though. The Frenchwoman’s hair frames around her face, giving her an enigmatic appearance. She smiles a knowing little smile.

XARIA LINETTE: If that is what helps you sleep at night. Now if you’ll excuse me, I would like to take a nice shower. Bonne nuit, mademoiselle.

Ever-so-quaint, Xaria blows Zoey a kiss and dismisses herself with a sultry hum.

ZOEY MADIGAN-STAR: Bonne soirée à vous.

She watches as Xaria saunters off and it seems as though the brief conversation struck something within Zoey. Her golden eyes narrow a bit, but she shakes it off and sighs, running a hand through her hair.

ZOEY MADIGAN-STAR: Honestly… the very cheek of it.

Gathering up her jacket, hat and wand, she turns and heads off down the hall, her match mere moments from starting.

LINCOLN PHELPS: HELL YES ITS MAH BOI.

By this point, Greyson is rubbing his temples in dismay and anger. Lincoln is standing as Lewis Chad Pinkston's music is playing loudly, and the newbie wrestler is waving to his fans, smiling as if he has no fucking clue what's about to happen in the ring, but regardless, going to go through with it. Betsy is leaning over her spaced legs, her hands on her knees as she looks ahead. Zoey Madigan-Star adjusts her gloves with a smile on her face, ready to put on another fantastical performance.

GREYSON MARKS: Two seasoned competitors in Zoey Madigan-Star and Betsy Granger here. Lewis Chad Pinkston is out of his element...

LINCOLN PHELPS: MATE HE IS THE NEW KING OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING. LOOK AT THAT POISE.

Lewis waves, unaware of the women ready to throttle him. The crowd boos at his audacity to turn his back on Betsy and Zoey, who shake their heads, laughing for a second under smirks.

LINCOLN PHELPS: THE GRACE.

Lewis turns and finally waves briefly to the two women, who both roll their eyes.

GREYSON MARKS: Oh for fuck's sake...

The three competitors stare each other down as the bell rings.

DING! DING! DING!

LCP suddenly slides from the ring. The crowd boos as he simply shrugs and looks at Zoey and Betsy, he then makes the “now kiss” movement before both women look at him completely unimpressed at the stupidity they just witnessed.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Hell yeah Lewis...he’s got the right idea, mate.

GREYSON MARKS: Would you stop it?

Zoey and Betsy look at each other, nod and slide from the ring on either side of Lewis. He backs away from Betsy and turns right into Zoey who grabs him by the back of the head and lays in a hard forearm, he spins around, Betsy grabs him hitting one of her own before sliding Lewis back into the ring. Both women follow and as Lewis gets up Betsy steps forward and kicks him as hard as she can in the chest with a karate-style roundhouse. This lights up Lewis chest and he lands in a sitting position with a shocked look. Betsy points at him telling him off like an angry teacher would a child. But Zoey sneaks up behind Betsy hitting the most devastating move of all time…

GREYSON MARKS: A ROLL UP!

ONE

TWO

Betsy kicks out. They get to their feet and Betsy hits a low kick to Zoey’s knee, then one to her chest. Zoey stumbles back, Betsy then runs forward for a clothesline, Zoey ducks, Betsy stops mid-run, leaping and flipping back with a Pele kick, Zoey though times it beautifully and as Betsy is upside down Zoey dropkicks her in the face. LCP sits wide-eyed at the action he’s witnessing before snapping out of it, Zoey turns her attention back to Lewis who pops up, ducks low and picks Zoey up into a spinebuster planting her, Lewis then slides over trying to lock in the anaconda vice, but puts his hands around the wrong way, not putting any pressure on Zoey's neck. He pulls back and strains as Zoey just lays there a moment looking confused.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Yo, my boi has the sub on...lets go, mate.

GREYSON MARKS: That...that hold doesn’t look right…

LINCOLN PHELPS: What are you talking about? Look at him straining and pulling!

Zoey grabs LCP’s hands and separates them, she shoves him away and they both get to their feet, Betsy comes in from the side grabbing Zoey and hitting a right hand, she goes sideways with a knife edge chop to LCP, Betsy keeps fighting them both bat the same time, right hands, knife edge chops and then she takes Zoey out of the ring to the floor with a clothesline, LCP runs at Betsy but Betsy ducks with a drop toe hold. LCP lands throat first on the middle rope, Betsy pops up and hits the opposite side, she then spins hitting a tiger feint kick sending LCP back into the ring. Betsy measures LCP up, she moves to the corner climbing up. Zoey though appears behind her almost like magic (hur hur) and shoves Betsy off the top rope into the ring. Betsy lands on the top rope and bounces off into the ring.

GREYSON MARKS: That was a bad fall!

LINCOLN PHELPS: Oh man the time traveler just got vortexed.

Zoey grabs the top rope, she looks at Betsy laying in the ring, she jumps up turning in mid air springboarding backwards into the ring with a moonsault landing on Betsy!.She hooks the leg and covers.

ONE

TWO

LCP breaks it up, Zoey and he look at each other, LCP hits a few forearms sending Zoey back against the ropes, he whips Zoey, he ducks down going for a back body drop, Zoey stops, kicks LCP in the chest standing him up, Zoey then hits a boot to his upper chest, LCP stumbled back and as Zoey comes in he meets her with the chronic kick! Zoey goes down and LCP crawls over hooking her leg too putting all the weight he can on Zoeys shoulders.

ONE

TWO

Betsy breaks it up. LCP looks dejected and shakes his head. But he doesn’t have time to stay that way, Betsy pulls LCP up and locks in a cobra clutch, she pulls LCP sideways before dropping back with a leg sweep.

LINCOLN PHELPS: The We’re Going Down!

GREYSON MARKS: That could be it.

Before Betsy can take advantage Zoey steps forward kicking Betsy right in the chest with a stiff soccer kick. Betsy holds her chest but Zoey stays on the attack hitting kick after kick after kick. Betsy eats every single one, Zoey steps back calls for a shot to the head, steps forward throwing one right at Betsy but Betsy ducks, she pops up and goes for a rolling koppu kick, Zoey moves sideways, she then leaps up grabbing Betsy from behind pulling her down with the Trap chamber!. Betsy is out of it and Zoey gives on Betsy.

ONE

TWO

LCP breaks it up!

LINCOLN PHELPS: OH GOD I THOUGHT IT WAS OVER

GREYSON MARKS: I did too but Lewis Chad Pinkston refuses to let someone else take this match

Betsy lays there out of it, Zoey looks up, angry that LCP would stop her from winning, the Sorceress Supreme pops up and attacks LCP with hard right hands and stiff shots. LCP gets staggered, Zoey tries to lock in the seeing stars, LCP grabs Zoeys wrist, twists out of it and grabs her in a headlock hitting the Placentia Raised!. Zoey is down, LCP moves towards Zoey but Betsy grabs LCP dumping him from the ring and jumping on Zoey.

ONE

TWO

THREE!

LINCOLN PHELPS: NO BETSY STOLE IT!

GREYSON MARKS: What?...all three are legal and in the match, there was no theft Betsy just used timing and intelligence.

LINCOLN PHELPS: Damn bruv, why you gotta call me out like that, eh?

The scene opens backstage at Victory II where we see “The Nightmare Angel” Chelsea Skye walking through the halls in her street clothes, a Warbringer “Weapons of Tomorrow” band-shirt, denim vest and jean shorts, she has a big grin on her face as she makes her way through the halls.

CHELSEA SKYE: Almost time for the Main Event, I had better get changed hadn’t I?

Chelsea says as she glances over at Ross who is humming something.

CHELSEA SKYE: What are you humming?

When Ross enters the scene, his grey Cass Baumer T-Shirt is covered in sweat. He is holding a candy cigarette, pretending to take a drag. His humming turns into full-blown singing when he winks at the camera.

ROSS HANSON: I just had sex...and it felt so good…

Ross grins ear to ear, looking over at Chelsea and winks at the camera.

ROSS HANSON: And it's got me thinking. You know what? We are already winners, Chelsea. No matter what happens out there tonight against the Aylas, we both won. We got each other and that's all we need to be happy. Unlike SOME people in this organization...

Ross turns to the camera, standing beside Chelsea.

ROSS HANSON: No matter how jealous the new girl from Spain gets, or how much we make the PWEXCELLENCE Twitter interns roll their eyes at out latest poll, we're on the up and up. Unlike our opponents tonight, the sky is literally the limit...while they've got nowhere to go but down.

A cheeky grin creeps onto Chelsea’s face.

CHELSEA SKYE: Don’t tempt me Ross, I might be tempted to go down a little bit early!

Chelsea jokes before checking the time.

CHELSEA SKYE: OH CRAP! I totally lost track of time! I need to get changed now!

Chelsea frantically looks around before spotting a nearby janitor’s closet.

CHELSEA SKYE: Ross, keep watch!

Chelsea doesn’t give her boyfriend a chance to respond before jumping into the closet with the duffel bag containing her wrestling gear. Ross holds up a full bottle or Gatorade, slowly chugging the entire bottle in one gulp.

ROSS HANSON: Well…

Ross looks around the hallway, checking both over his shoulder and around the corner.

ROSS HANSON: Hashtag get it in…

Ross enters the closet behind Chelsea, closing the door behind him. The door remains closed, but we can hear Chelsea’s surprised yelp from the other side!

CHELSEA SKYE: I meant out there! Besides it’s not like it isn’t tight enough in here already, what with how big you are!

ROSS HANSON: I'm sorry babe...it's just the way God made me!

Unknown to the young couple, an elderly janitor walks up to the closet ready to get some tools out.

CHELSEA SKYE: You’re sorry?! I feel like my load is going to spill out all over this closet! I swear we couldn’t fit more people in this tiny hole if we tried.

At this point several interns who were walking by stopped to listen in.
ROSS HANSON: Is that a challenge? Here, let me help you with that so you can use both hands if you want...

CHELSEA SKYE: Oh for the love off, can you at least get behind me?!

The interns share several looks with the clearly amused janitor, then several fans show up.

CHELSEA SKYE: HOW IS IT SO TIGHT AND MOIST IN HERE?! HONESTLY?!

ROSS HANSON: Just the way I like it. Oh….God….like that?

Some loud banging is heard, and a small crowd has formed outside of the door.

CHELSEA SKYE: Oh great, I dropped it! Hold on, I’m going down!

ROSS HANSON: Almost...there…

Betsy Granger approaches the janitor's closet now as well, joining everyone in just staring at the door in dumbfounded awe.

ROSS HANSON: YES! Like that!

CHELSEA SKYE: It’s coming! It’s coming!

Looking over at the janitor who has abandoned his mop bucket, Betsy deadpans to him quietly.

BETSY GRANGER: I see my scheme to get them together proved more successful than I expected.

Another pair of noises is heard, along with a loud series of yells from both Chelsea and Ross. Betsy shrugs, walking away.

ROSS HANSON: That's right, we're gonna squeeze it in and make it fit…

There’s a period of silence before the door cracks open slightly, and everyone leans in. The team of Skyeson slowly emerges in their wrestling gear, though Chelsea is clearly unhappy. Everyone surrounding them applauds, some cheering and whistling.

CHELSEA SKYE: Next time, warn me before putting me in that position!

ROSS HANSON: Oh hush, you liked it.

Chelsea storms off without another word and the crowd disperses, all except the janitor who offers Ross a high five. Ross sort of takes it, looking around while blushing.

ROSS HANSON: Huh. See if I hold your bag for you while you get changed again.

Ross slowly walks away, towards the curtain to the arena, and resumes humming the Akon song from earlier. However, just before the fade out, we can see one final familiar face observing from a distance and obscured by the other distractions.

LA ANDALUCERA: Lastima para tű...como ovejas llevadas al matadero.

The scene ends on this note.

NINA LAWRENCE: The following match is our main event of the evening, introducing first…

Nirvana’s “School” hits as Ross Hanson comes out with Chelsea behind him. The two rile up the crowd getting them all behind the two as they make their way down to the ring. Ross runs up the steel steps, turns, and helps Chelsea up before holding the ropes for her.

NINA LAWRENCE: Now in the ring, at a combined weight of 354 pounds. The nightmare angel Chelsea Skye and Ross Hanson…

LINCOLN PHELPS: What an opportunity for these two this week. The new couple of Chelsea and Ross against the married couple of Tara and Damian.

GREYSON MARKS: Tara and Damian were so good on Victory 1. Tara did everything she could to beat Betsy Granger but came up short, and Damian is our champion if Chelsea or Ross get the win here that could shoot either one of them into title contention.

"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: And their opponents. At a combined weight of 383 pounds from Silent Hill….TARA AYLA AND THE PRO WRESTLING EXCELLENCE CHAMPION...DAMIAN AYLA….

GREYSON MARKS: There they are, the real golden couple of PWE. Tara Ayla did incredible and Damian was able to make history.

LINCOLN PHELPS: But...Chelsea Skye said they were choke artists…

GREYSON MARKS: …Let's just move on…

DING DING DING!

The bell rings, Damian nods at Tara and Ross steps forward to start the match. Tara and Ross move around each other. Ross goes to lock up with Tara, but Tara slides forward to kicking Ross in the knee before moving away from him. Ross stumbles and shakes his head swinging at Tara again who is able to move yet again away from him hitting another kick to Ross’ leg. Tara uses her speed to stay away from the bigger and stronger competitor. Damien stares into the ring with a little emotion as Chelsea stops back and forth on the apron to get the crowd behind herself and Ross. Tara steps forward and goes for another kick, this time Ross snatches Tara by the lake and lifts her leg up before pulling her into a clothesline.

Tara though, docs under the clothesline shot she hits the opposite ropes and comes back flying at Ross with a crossbody. Ross catches Tara spends her around to try and slam her to the mat with a side or slam, Tara shifts so white and hits an arm drag taking Rose across the ring. They both pop up and Ross goes for another clothesline, which Tara rolls under turns and leaps in the air hitting a bicycle kick right to the face of Ross Hanson sending him down to the mat.

GREYSON MARKS: Tara Ayla is showing us that speed and athleticism that got her into the semi-finals…

LINCOLN PHELPS: But you get the feelin if Ross gets his hands on Tara he’s gonna send her for a ride…

Tara backs up and suddenly turns hitting Chelsea in the face with a vicious right hand. Chelsea falls off the apron, Ross looks over and shakes his head getting to his feet going after Tara who backs off and slides onto and away with a evil looking smirk on her face. Ross lets his emotions go as he lunges at Tara again, Tara is able to move out the way again and tag in Damian. Ross doesn’t see it and runs after Tara, Damian grabs a hold of Ross from behind wrapping his arms under Ross’ holding him in a full Nelson before throwing Ross backwards with a dragon suplex. Ross lands on the back of his neck and hold the back of his head as Damian gets up and stares him down.

Chelsea who seems to be angry about the treatment from Tara reaches over and tags in a self tapping Ross on the shoulder. Rose looks up and shakes his head as Chelsea gives him a small note and let him get out of the way. Chelsea bounces up and down on the balls of her feet measuring up the champion. Tara steps in slides down and avoids a clothesline from the champion hitting the ropes and then avoiding a back elbow, Chelsea then leaps in the air wraps her legs around Damian’s head and hits a hurricanrana.

Damian Rolls across the ring and gets to his feet looking a little bit dizzy from the move, Chelsea steps back and shoot forward going for a super kick, Damien catches her leg spins her leg sideways but Chelsea spins leaps in the air and hits a heel kick right to the side of Damian's head.

LINCOLN PHELPS: What a series of moves by Chelsea, she is using her speed to get inside the champs head.

GREYSON MARKS: Ross seems impressed…

LINCOLN PHELPS: An probably a little turned on eh mate?

GREYSON MARKS: Stop that right now…

And sure enough Ross nods looking impressed with his girlfriends actions. Chelsea pops up and rules up the crowd. This proves to be a mistake as Damian has got to his feet and explodes forward grabbing a hold of Chelsea under her armpit lifting her up and slamming her down in a saito suplex. Chelsea hits the mat hard and Damian shakes his head reaching over and tagging in his wife Tara. Tara steps back and as Chelsea starts to pull herself up Tara runs forward placing her foot on Chelsea‘s thigh throwing her body up with hitting a shining wizard.

The bucking bronco takes Chelsea down. Tara gets to her feet and moves to the corner measuring Chelsea up and is looking out of it. Tara comes flying out of the corner ducking down low hitting an enrage spear right to the ribs of Chelsea. Both women hit the mat hard and Tara goes for a cover.

ONE

TWO

Ross breaks it all, Tara looks up as the referee tries to get Ross out of the ring. Damien reaches over and tags himself in. Tara uses this time to go over and taunt Ross, Ross tries to get in the ring again but Damian comes from the side slamming his elbow into Ross taking him off the ring apron to the floor

GREYSON MARKS: Oh, come on, Damian…

LINCOLN PHELPS: Hey mate, Ross wanted to mouth off, he got involved, Damian has had enough.

GREYSON MARKS: Ross saved the match for his team, the Aylas would have done the same thing.

Ross shakes his head. Tara looks to ringside at Ross as Damian gives her a nod, Tara hits the ropes and flies through the ropes onto Ross at ringside, Ross catches Tara in an impressive show of strength and hits a fallaway slam to the outside throwing Tara into the ringside barricade, Damian for the first time shows some emotion, he moves to the ropes, Ross leaps up and the two men trade blows over the top rope, Damian begins getting the upperhand but Ross turns grabbing Damian by the back of the head dropping down to pull Damian down across the rope by the throat, he stumbles and turns around right into a slingblade from Chelsea! She goes for a pin.

ONE

TWO

No Damian kicks out. Ross goes nuts and slams his hand on the apron pointing at the corner, the crowd starts to rise as Chelsea looks over and starts to climb signaling for the Skye’s the limit! But Chelsea looks over in the crowd…

GREYSON MARKS: What is Chelsea looking at?

LINCOLN PHELPS: Hey is that?

La Andelucera is standing in the crowd, she slowly puts her finger up waving it back and forth, this allows Damian to recover, Ross tries to get in the ring but Tara grabs Ross by the leg pulling him back out before hitting a step up enzuguri outside, meanwhile in the ring Damian pulls Chelsea from the top rope down into a sleeper, he hits a sleeper suplex then holds onto the submission completing the Daytime hanging!. Chelsea struggles against the hold but doesn’t even have a chance to tap, her body goes limp and the referee calls for the bell!. Damian lets go of the hold and Chelseas body just falls to the mat.

NINA LAWRENCE: HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS...DAMIAN AND TARA AYLA!

GREYSON MARKS: Chelsea and Ross showed so much spirit but….man Damian and Tara are brutal…

Born in winter hits as Damian smirks walking over to Tara, the two leave the ring as Ross slides in protecting Chelsea. The last thing we see is Ross staring at Tara and Damian as he cradles an unconscious Chelsea Skye.

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