Post by Admin on Jun 23, 2020 19:07:28 GMT -5
Pre Show:
Seijun Kanemoto vs Kallie Reznik vs Penelope Kaplan
This triple threat contest followed and kept the mood up as Kanemoto weaved around her opponents with ease. Reznik showed off her speed, landing quick strikes and aerial abilities. It was up to Kaplan to ground one of her opponents and make them tap. The pinfall came as Kaplan slammed Reznik with enough force to incapacitate her, only to be caught in the Love & Death(Swinging Reverse STO) by Kanemoto. Reznik and Kaplan shook hands; however, when the two gestured for the same show of respect form Kanemoto, she powdered out and waved them off. The satisfaction of winning was enough for her.
Winner: Seijun Kanemoto
“Sick” Nick Moretti vs Scotty Lupinacci
Sick Nick was a wild youth looking to break some faces tonight. Scotty Lupinacci stood in his way of doing so. Scotty was a wild cannon too, but he showed a lot of discipline as well. It was that discipline that helped him gain the victory after countering a Viledriver into his signature Printing Press maneuver!
Winner: Scotty Lupinacci
“Freddy Kicks? That’s a dumb last name.”
The Die Fly, the Hooligunn, a thousand other nicknames, it all comes down to Spectre standing backstage, getting ready for his match. His Harley Torres “Brick Shark” shirt is cut off at the sleeves, different bands and bracelets around his wrists as he fixes up his hair. He’s not even looking into the camera, his reflection in the mirror is! When he’s not focused on his hair, of course.
“I gotta tell ya Freddy, I always thought we’d meet each other in a six man. Me and the boys, you and the Conglomerate, all of us coming together to see who got the chops. Sure, y’all would probably have Kim and Children of the Moon in your corner, but make no mistake, you can’t write off the HooligunnZ just like that. Don’t matter what you’ve done, what titles were just magically handed to you, wack ass members who came and went. You throw me, Harley, and Trey in the mix? We’re giving you a fight. And honestly, probably would’ve beat y’all.
But it ain’t six man action, it’s one on one. And yeah, you made it far in the OWF tournament. But my guy, that’s one tournament. That’s one shining moment. I’ve got a title to my name man, I took the fight to Lisa Seldon and cane moments away from the victory. I’ve been in the shit for a while now, so if all Freddy Kicks has is a breakout tournament, do we even measure up?”
Shrug. Who knows.
“S’why I'm not sweating the match. I know he got Kim out there by his side, but man, Kim can’t win the match for you. She can’t get the pinfall for you and get the victory. It’s gotta be you Freddy, and you ain’t got the chops. You broke out to show you could, but when the lights are on…”
Spectre turns around, a grin on his face.
“Sorry Freddy Kicks. But tonight, Spectre wins.
Love you ma.”
Spectre turns around, flashing a peace sign at the camera before walking towards the ring.
Spectre vs Freddy Jameson w/ Kim Coulter
It was two wrestlers that were primarily known for their tag team work as Spectre took on Freddy Jameson. The action was hot as Jameson landed some stiff strikes that took Spectre down a handful of times. It bordered on an MMA fight and a wrestling match between these two. Flashes of Spectre's speed caught Jameson off guard. Spectre would bounce back showing an often unseen striking background. In the end, it was Spectre that took home the win after hitting the Die Fly on Jameson to pick up the victory.
Winner: Spectre
In a nondescript industrial district of Seattle, Washington a large garage door opens. The lights automatically turn on inside the space as the camera moves closer to the now open facility. Once inside the building it’s found to house a medium sized exotic car collection. The view turns right down the aisle of cars, then left directly towards a rosso corsa Ferrari 488 Pista, and finally backwards where image stops moving. The field of vision suddenly starts to move again as the image smoothly changes to Ryleigh Ruin holding a camera vlog style.
Ryleigh: Hello world! It’s your girl Ryleigh here on Insta live. I’m at my private car storage to start something new. I have this moderately sized collection of some of the rarest cars in the world. So, I figured why not share all of this with all of you in a weekly series. I thought we’d start with a full garage rundown so y’all know what’s in the collection. Here babe, can you record for me?
The camera turns to reveal Danela Alans, Ry’s life partner.
Danela: Yeppers... I got this!
Ryleigh starts naming off all the vehicles she passes in great detail. She’s extremely knowledgeable of everyone and clearly takes great joy in talking about the collection. She stops in front of a car that’s shrouded with a black car cover.
Ryleigh: The next one we’ll skip past.
Danela: Nope, we’re doing a full garage rundown and this car is in the garage.
Ryleigh looks at her girlfriend a bit annoyed.
Ryleigh: Fine…
She pulls back the cover to reveal a black sports car with a lot of green flake in the paint.
Ryleigh: This is a 2019 Jaguar F-Type SVR that’s a car I bought for Izzy Van Doren when we were kinda still married. It has this custom paint job and full alcantara interior in the same color scheme. I never even drove it before. I was so desperate at that time for her love and just wanted anything to remind me of her. So… Let’s move on.
Danela: Don’t you have your in ring return at her IVDPW2 show this weekend?
Ryleigh: I do, and it won’t be an easy match. I’ve been paired against a monster of a woman in, Blaise Fader. As most of have probably seen. She and I have had a bit of a Twitter war leading up to this contest. To be honest, I really like her style. But, the problem is that like most she just thinks I’m an annoying little rich girl that just likes to hashtag. That couldn’t be further from the truth, guys. Anyone who thinks I’ve been sitting around doing nothing in my sabbatical they’re going to be rather surprised by how my in ring skill set has grown. I’ve been training like a madwoman with my brother Rix the entire time. Together we’ve developed a style of offense that complements my lifetime of BJJ training perfectly. He even gifted me his finishing maneuver as an amazing setup for The Excruciation Situation. So… To all of you out there, especially you Blaise Fader, keep underestimating me. Please, do that very thing. Because, I didn’t come back to this business underprepared like I did when I first started in this combat sport. Sorry for that rant, guys. That’s not what this Insta’s about. We’ll edit that out of the YouTube video that’s later to come. So… Let’s get back at it!
Ryleigh continues the garage rundown introducing each vehicle until she ends the broadcast with her prized possession the Auto Union Type D race car.
Blaise Fader vs Ryleigh Ruin
To say this match was an uphill battle was an understatement. Blaise Fader, fresh from a career threatening neck injury, steps back into the ring against the 5 foot tall grappler making a return of her own, Ryleigh Ruin. Ruin hot dogged and thrusted her chest at Fader, who shook every taunt off. It wasn't until Ruin slapped Fader that she turned up the anger. After a back and forth contest, the final moments saw Ruin springing off the top rope for a crossbody, only to be booted in the chest by Fader. With no air in her lungs, Ruin was done for after the pinfall. Ruin writhed flat on her back on the mat, but Blaise walked over and shook her hand anyway because she's a nice lady like that.
Winner: Blaise Fader
Show fades in from black. The fans are raucous.
“Unheavenly Creatures” by Coheed and Cambria interrupts the mood as Chris Constantine Jr walks out with a headset around his neck. He walks to the ring determined and showered in boos from the fans. He gets in the ring and grabs the mic. He walks with an angry look on his face until he takes a deep breath and turns into that trademark smirky, toothy, grin.
CONSTANTINE JR: “Hold up! Hold up! HOLD! UP! My name is Chris Constantine Jr. and I was the executive producer of IVDPW last year. I want you folks at home to know… This show isn’t going to happen if Izzy doesn’t pay up for my services for the last show! I worked too damn hard trying to put up the last shit show together not to get paid for my time and energy into it. It’s not my fault I was handed a low budget with equipment that last saw the light of day back in 1984! And most of the staff Izzy hired were either drunk or high off their ass….which by the way, I can smell the weed from inside this ring and I can understand why most of you live in your parents basement.”
Constantine gives a shit eating grin as the fans boo him.
CONSTANTINE JR: I drove the last show into the ground. IT WAS ALL ME! I DID IT! YOU WANNA KNOW WHY?! BECAUSE NONE OF YOU DESERVE TO SEE WRESTLING! NONE OF YOU DESERVE TO HAVE GOOD THINGS! AND MOST IMPORTANTLY, IZZY VAN DOREN TRIED TO STEAL MY WIFE!!”
A resounding ovation as fans chant “CUCK! CUCK! CUCK! CUCK! CUCK!” at CCJ.
CONSTANTINE JR: “Blame Izzy for being lazy and not thinking about everything that happens out of that ring. So before any of this happens! I want Izzy to come down to this ring and pay me my fair share. So come on Izzy! Strut your fat, dumpy ass into this ring, write that check out, and put it in my hand so this disaster of a show can continue. But that’s okay… because with my power, my money, my influence I can shut this show down immediately! ”
A standing boo-vation for Constantine.
CONSTANTINE JR: “You know why? I’m a Constantine, that’s why! And-”
Constantine prattles on with his speech, but a small minority of fans notice some… homeless person walking through the audience?! It’s Chiseltooth! CCJ is focused on the hardcam he doesn’t notice Chiseltooth has hopped the barricade and slid into the ring!
CONSTANTINE JR: “So with that being said say goodbye to IVDPW! Because I’m gonna make sure this night is the worst possible show!”
CCJ turns around and meets Chiseltooth face to face. Stunner by Chiseltooth! CCJ falls like a tree in the forest to his back and comically convulsing on the mat. Chiseltooth exits the ring and celebrates with the fans in attendance.
Cut to the announcer’s perch as we see the NVR announce team of 3K and KT!
MR WRESTLING 3K: “Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the 2nd IVDPW show here in Chicago, IL! We’re not dead yet! We want to bring you the freshest matchups, one night onlys, simply put, THE BEST pro wrestling on the planet for you during these times. Tonight, we didn’t just stop at one title match, we’ve got two World Championship matches! And heated rivalries will conclude tonight here in Chiraq. And we have a special guest with us tonight, a blast from the past it’s Julia Demarco!”
JULIA DEMARCO: “The air is electric here tonight! Amazing to be here, guys. What are you looking forward to most, partners?”
K.T. ANDERSON: “Definitely, that contest between Danny Macnamara vs Izzy Van Doren for the NVR World Heavyweight Championship. You want to talk about personal, it doesn’t get anymore personal than those two.”
JULIA DEMARCO: “Let’s just say I know a thing or two about my pick: One side, you have “The Limitless Lioness” Skye Healy taking on the man whose company she reigns over as World Champion, Michael Hayden.”
MR. WRESTLING 3K: “You’ve got STAGG, the ISGC World Champion, taking on the GMSI Champion, Leela Watts. The Skull Kids okayed it, so we’re going forward with it. Whoever wins takes both belts! But right now, let’s kick it to Valentina Lovelace for our opening contest.”
VALENTINA LOVELACE: "The following opening contest is scheduled for one fall!"
Strobe lights flicker on and off randomly about the stage in time with the stuttering music of “Throne” by Bring Me The Horizon. An explosion of light engulfs the stage! Johnny Amazing pushes his way through the curtain, a ball of energy as he soaks in the reaction from the fans. He rears back and punches at the air before looking among the capacity arena, his eyes settling on the ring in the distance. He extends two fingers, clicking his thumb like a gun and saunters down to the ring, occasionally interacting with the fans before pausing again at the end of the aisle way.
VALENTINA LOVELACE: "Making his way to the ring from Chicago, Illinois and weighing in at 200 lbs... JOHNNY! AHHHH-MAAAAAA-ZING!"
MR. WRESTLING 3K: “A welcome home ovation for Johnny Amazing. He’s been here before. Last year, he got a victory”
JULIA DEMARCO: “Johnny was here last year for IVDPW 1 against another international talent named Marvelous Dark. Johnny’s no slouch under pressure.”
Johnny hops over the ropes and scales the turnbuckle posing to the camera and hyping the crowd up for the hometown boy.
Trumpets blast throughout the arena as TANK by the Seatbelts play. A Cowboy Bebop themed video plays on the video screen. The arena fills with cheers as Naoki Ojima makes his way out. Sporting a Maximum Japan jacket, the rookie waves to the crowd as he quickly makes his way to the ring.
VALENTINA LOVELACE: "And the opponent! From Tokyo, Japan, weighing 218 lbs, he is the Emerald Tiger, NAOKI OOOOOOJIMAAAAA!”
MR. WRESTLING 3K: “Ojima finds his way into the IVDPW ring for the first time against a stellar athlete like Amazing. Ojima brings a hard hitting style to the game, we'll have to see if he can ground the high flying Johnny Amazing.”
Rolling inside Naoki stands in the middle of the ring and raises his right hand in the air as green and white streamers fill the ring. Stepping back Naoki takes his jacket off and tosses it outside.
Collar and elbow tie up, Amazing gets the headlock, Ojima muscles him back into the ropes. Ojima shoves him off and across the ring, Amazing comes off with a shoulder tackle that floors Ojima. Amazing is still standing as he poses for the fans. Amazing turns and runs off the ropes to his right, Ojima attempts a trip up, but Amazing cartwheels over him. Ojima to his feet and gets caught with a big dropkick from Amazing. Amazing kips up to his feet as Ojima sells on the mat.
K.T. ANDERSON: "These guys are tit for tat already. You know I love my hard hitting flippy shit, 3K."
JULIA DEMARCO: "Johnny Amazing has been a champion in every company he's been in. He's got more than just his high flying background. He's got a ground game that makes him able to compete with the very best."
K.T. ANDERSON: "You know a lot about wrestling, you Twitter nerd."
Amazing with a jumping elbow to Ojima in the corner. Amazing throws Ojima into the center of the ring before he hops out to the apron. Amazing jumps to the top rope and springboards off with a crossbody. It looks to connect but Ojima rolls through cradling Amazing. Ojima turns and lifts Amazing up and slams him into the mat. Ojima acts quickly and hops up to the corner and comes off with a second rope moonsault. The contest was back and forth as Ojima would snuff any chances of Amazing taking to the air with a shoot kick or a suplex.
MR WRESTLING 3K: "Ladies and gentlemen, I feel that I may need to remind you that this is only the opening match and these guys are giving a show stealing performance already!"
- Johnny Amazing wins
JULIA DEMARCO: “The air is electric here tonight! Amazing to be here, guys. What are you looking forward to most, partners?”
K.T. ANDERSON: “Definitely, that contest between Danny Macnamara vs Izzy Van Doren for the NVR World Heavyweight Championship. You want to talk about personal, it doesn’t get anymore personal than those two.”
JULIA DEMARCO: “Let’s just say I know a thing or two about my pick: One side, you have “The Limitless Lioness” Skye Healy taking on the man whose company she reigns over as World Champion, Michael Hayden.”
MR. WRESTLING 3K: “You’ve got STAGG, the ISGC World Champion, taking on the GMSI Champion, Leela Watts. The Skull Kids okayed it, so we’re going forward with it. Whoever wins takes both belts! But right now, let’s kick it to Valentina Lovelace for our opening contest.”
VALENTINA LOVELACE: "The following opening contest is scheduled for one fall!"
Strobe lights flicker on and off randomly about the stage in time with the stuttering music of “Throne” by Bring Me The Horizon. An explosion of light engulfs the stage! Johnny Amazing pushes his way through the curtain, a ball of energy as he soaks in the reaction from the fans. He rears back and punches at the air before looking among the capacity arena, his eyes settling on the ring in the distance. He extends two fingers, clicking his thumb like a gun and saunters down to the ring, occasionally interacting with the fans before pausing again at the end of the aisle way.
VALENTINA LOVELACE: "Making his way to the ring from Chicago, Illinois and weighing in at 200 lbs... JOHNNY! AHHHH-MAAAAAA-ZING!"
MR. WRESTLING 3K: “A welcome home ovation for Johnny Amazing. He’s been here before. Last year, he got a victory”
JULIA DEMARCO: “Johnny was here last year for IVDPW 1 against another international talent named Marvelous Dark. Johnny’s no slouch under pressure.”
Johnny hops over the ropes and scales the turnbuckle posing to the camera and hyping the crowd up for the hometown boy.
Trumpets blast throughout the arena as TANK by the Seatbelts play. A Cowboy Bebop themed video plays on the video screen. The arena fills with cheers as Naoki Ojima makes his way out. Sporting a Maximum Japan jacket, the rookie waves to the crowd as he quickly makes his way to the ring.
VALENTINA LOVELACE: "And the opponent! From Tokyo, Japan, weighing 218 lbs, he is the Emerald Tiger, NAOKI OOOOOOJIMAAAAA!”
MR. WRESTLING 3K: “Ojima finds his way into the IVDPW ring for the first time against a stellar athlete like Amazing. Ojima brings a hard hitting style to the game, we'll have to see if he can ground the high flying Johnny Amazing.”
Rolling inside Naoki stands in the middle of the ring and raises his right hand in the air as green and white streamers fill the ring. Stepping back Naoki takes his jacket off and tosses it outside.
JOHNNY AMAZING VS NAOKI OJIMA
Amazing in his corner stares at Ojima, who's focused on his opponent as well. Amazing readies up and the two meet in the center of the ring. They exchange a hand shake. It's Amazing who strikes first with a punch. Amazing whips Ojima into the ropes, Ojima counters with a whip of his own. Amazing into the ropes, Ojima readies for an attack, Amazing slides through the legs. Amazing with a roundhouse kick that's ducked by Ojima. Ojima with a spinning kick that's ducked by Amazing. Amazing with an arm wringer. Ojima spins out of it and answers with an arm wringer of his own. Amazing attempts to roll to the ground and out of it, but Ojima stuffs him with a kick to the chest. Ojima hammerlocks the arm behind Amazing. Amazing thinking quickly grabs the head and teases the Amazing Bomber already and Ojima releases the arm.
Collar and elbow tie up, Amazing gets the headlock, Ojima muscles him back into the ropes. Ojima shoves him off and across the ring, Amazing comes off with a shoulder tackle that floors Ojima. Amazing is still standing as he poses for the fans. Amazing turns and runs off the ropes to his right, Ojima attempts a trip up, but Amazing cartwheels over him. Ojima to his feet and gets caught with a big dropkick from Amazing. Amazing kips up to his feet as Ojima sells on the mat.
K.T. ANDERSON: "These guys are tit for tat already. You know I love my hard hitting flippy shit, 3K."
JULIA DEMARCO: "Johnny Amazing has been a champion in every company he's been in. He's got more than just his high flying background. He's got a ground game that makes him able to compete with the very best."
K.T. ANDERSON: "You know a lot about wrestling, you Twitter nerd."
Amazing with a jumping elbow to Ojima in the corner. Amazing throws Ojima into the center of the ring before he hops out to the apron. Amazing jumps to the top rope and springboards off with a crossbody. It looks to connect but Ojima rolls through cradling Amazing. Ojima turns and lifts Amazing up and slams him into the mat. Ojima acts quickly and hops up to the corner and comes off with a second rope moonsault. The contest was back and forth as Ojima would snuff any chances of Amazing taking to the air with a shoot kick or a suplex.
MR WRESTLING 3K: "Ladies and gentlemen, I feel that I may need to remind you that this is only the opening match and these guys are giving a show stealing performance already!"
Amazing grabs Ojima and tries to put him in a front facelock, attempting a suplex! Ojima breaks out and takes Amazing up and over with a northern lights suplex! Ojima instead of counting the bridge as the pin he flips over, pulls Amazing to his feet and goes for a vertical suplex of his own! Ojima gets Amazing up in the air stalling him in the hold. Ojima finally releases Amazing to fall to the mat, but Amazing counters it into a hurricanrana!! Amazing hooks the legs!! Ojima kicks out at 2! Amazing falls in an exhausted heap on the mat. Ojima and Amazing rise to their feet and look each other eye to eye one more time. Amazing rears his fist back and lands a forearm into the jaw of Ojima. Ojima fires back with forearm of his own. Amazing answers with a pump kick and rapid heavy slaps. Amazing looks for a discus clothesline maybe, but Ojima ducks it and lands a Pele kick on the top of Amazing's head. Amazing is dazed. Ojima rises to all fours. Amazing shows he has fighting spirit and deadlift German suplexes Ojima! Amazing maintains the waistlock, rolling Ojima onto his side. Amazing attempts another German, but Ojima blocks it. Back elbow. Back elbow! Amazing's grip loosens, Ojima roars to the crowd and makes a run for the ropes, but Amazing hangs onto his trunks! Ojima comes back with a back elbow, but Amazing ducks it. Amazing off the ropes with a handspring, Ojima catches his opponent as he comes back to his feet. Ojima throws Amazing with a Tiger Suplex! 1! 2! Amazing gets the shoulder up, Ojima fights to transition in the submission. Amazing is keeping his arms wide to block. Amazing fights with Ojima to get to his feet. Amazing breaks free! He grabs Ojima's head and spikes it into the ground with the Amazing Bomber!!!! Amazing, exhausted, rolls Ojima over after planting him at almost a 90 degree angle into the mat. A single arm drapes across the chest. 1! 2! 3!!!
- Johnny Amazing wins
The distorted opening chords of "Morning Glory" by Oasis begins to play as Finnegan emerges, signature smirk on his face as he stands on the stage with his hands behind his back before popping his collar and walking down the ramp. He walks with a confident and care-free attitude, extending his hands for fans to touch.
VALENTINA LOVELACE: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first: From Bury St Edmunds in Suffolk, England, weighing 187 lbs, ‘THE WRESTLING ARTIST’ FINNEGAAAN WAKEFIEEEELD!”
MR WRESTLING 3K: "Finn is just one of those guys that just knows too much about wrestling. He knows how to work a muscle. He knows how to wear you down."
K.T. ANDERSON: "He also doesn’t know when to keep his mouth shut. He thinks he’s such hot stuff. He’s about to feel the raw ferocious power of Topher Constantine Jr!"
As he gets to ringside, climbs the steps, wipes his feet on the apron and mounts the second turnbuckle and the top turnbuckle and points to the sky. He proceeds to jump into the ring and walks to the middle with a finger to the sky. He backs off to his corner, doing wrist exercises. He is focused and ready.
Tom Sawyer by Rush pumps through the PA and from out of the curtain saunters Topher Constantine Jr. He swaggers down the aisle with a look of total vacancy on his face.
VALENTINA LOVELACE: “And the opponent, from Chicago, IL weighing 220 lbs, TOPHER CONSTANTIIIIIIIIINE JUUUUUUUNIORRRRR!!!”
JULIA DEMARCO: “Topher has to get his head in the game or he’s going to get stretched so hard his arms are gonna fall off.”
K.T. ANDERSON: “I'm gonna be honest wit- Wait who are you guys?”
INTERN MIKE: “Well. Tonight we’ve got a match up between..”
JOHNNIE SINNZ: “TOPHER CONSTANTINE JR.”
CHARLIE TRASHMOUTH: “AND FINNEGAN WAKEFIELD!”
Topher rolls into the ring, getting to the middle as he collides with the feet of Wakefield. Topher looks up with a smile. Topher rolls to his feet very slowly and into the corner to pose… lack of a pose… ah what the hell it’s Topher Constantine Jr. Wakefield is in disbelief at the amount of apathy this kid has. Nevertheless, Wakefield checks the ropes and adjusts his wrist tape as the two wait for the opening bell.
TOPHER CONSTANTINE JR VS FINNEGAN WAKEFIELD
(Canada Gooses/Intern Mike on commentary)
CHARLIE TRASHMOUTH: “HONK!”
INTERN MIKE: “Why do you do that shit? ...god, I hope Wakefield murders him.”
JOHNNIE SINNZ: “First Wakey-Bakey has to hit him.”
INTERN MIKE: “......did you just call a grown ass man Wakey-Bakey?”
CHARLIE TRASHMOUTH: “Finnakey-Wakey-Hands-Off-Snakey.”
INTERN MIKE: “Now *I* want to someone to murder *me*.”
Wakefield was far from an amatuer. He went to throw a kick this time, only to wait for Topher to dodge as he pulled momentum and sent up his other leg in a forward snap kick that sent the other man hurtling back towards the ropes, and as he bounced off them? Finn sent a receipt for his earlier bullshit in the form of a lariat that sent Topher to the ground hard enough to almost shake the ring! Topher was almost instantly kipping up despite that blunt force trauma that put him down, but the moment he did? In came Finnegan with a hard shot to the ribs from one of his kicks! Down went Topher again! As Finnegan tried to capitalize though, the King of Sloth Style rolled over to avoid a stomp! Another stomp, another roll! Another stomp! Another roll! Finnegan went for his head, Topher just moved it to the side. Another roll to the side and Topher was immediately posting up, crossing one leg over the other as he cradled the back of his head, looking more ready for a nap than a fight, much to Wakefield’s rage.
CHARLIE TRASHMOUTH: “Christ, it’s like Johnnie when you try to wake her up in the morning.”
JOHNNIE SINNZ: [Snores, loudly.]
INTERN MIKE: “...Is she fucking narcoleptic?”
CHARLIE TRASHMOUTH: “Nah, she’s just being a heifer.”
JOHNNIE SINNZ: [Lifts up a half hearted thumb, just like Topher would.]
CHARLIE TRASHMOUTH: “She’s doing it to assert dominance on who’s laziest.”
Wakefield finally just leaned down and grabbed Topher by his head as the Sloth tried to fight him off halfheartedly, a mistake on his end as the Young Prince of Catch Wrestling whipped him up to his feet and applied the Catchpoint Suplex! He shook the ring with the impact, which apparently made Topher take this a lot more seriously as he groggily got up to his feet, narrowly avoiding a super kick from Finn! The two were going at it now, actually wrestling for supremacy. Whenever one seemed to get over on the other, the other took that moment of dominance from them! Hard hitting, back and forth, the two styles clashing between Topher’s almost drunken style of wrestling and Finnegan’s high intensity striking mixed with pure technical skill. It was a clash of artists who were well versed in their craft. An “And Stuff” Lightning Fist from Topher out of nowhere almost ended things though, especially as the King of Sloth Style dropped down for the cover.
1..2..-- KICK OUT!
INTERN MIKE: “Not today, Fucko!”
JOHNNIE SINNZ: “Hey, the fuck do you got against Topher, you fucking Hoser!?”
INTERN MIKE: “A lot. Now fuck off.”
JOHNNIE SINNZ: “Suck my nonexistent cock.”
Finnegan kicked out, but was immediately rolled back up by Topher who threw his weight into the roll up attempt!
1..--KICK OUT!
Topher dropped down next to him dramatically, laying there. Finnegan was all too happy to let him stay there for a moment to catch his breath before he went in for a short range leaping discus elbow from his knees, plowing into the other man as he hammered him with that elbow, opening up Topher’s face and knocking off his sunglasses which seemed to be an immediate mistake.
JOHNNIE SINNZ: “Oh no.”
CHARLIE TRASHMOUTH: “Ooooh no.”
It was suddenly a striking match straight out of Puroresu as Topher battled to his feet, exchanging kicks and punches with the natural born striker, only to switch it up to back him into the corner with Bro Chop after Bro Chop, and when Wakefield switched it up with his legs to keep the other man at length, the King of Sloth Style adapted and threw a hard hitting high kick that.. Oh no! Finnegan blocked it! He caught the foot, but the epitome of Sloth simply wagged a finger at him before nailing him with the Bro’s Whip! Bringing his other leg up and that foot across the side of Wakefield’s head! Finnegan doesn't stay down for long though, he was almost immediately springing back up, albeit with a cut on his forehead from that kick, and diving into the other man with a single leg takedown!
INTERN MIKE: “These two are tearing into eachother. I didn’t see this coming.”
JOHNNIE SINNZ: “Title of your mom’s sex tape.”
INTERN MIKE: “What?”
JOHNNIE SINNZ: “Not-- LOOK AT THAT!”
During their ensuing struggle, Finnegan had managed to get behind Topher, slamming him to the mat with The King’s Road, bridging that devastating suplex that he managed to hit out of nowhere to get the pin on his opponent.
1..2..3!
INTERN MIKE: “Hit the music! Finnegan Wakefield’s taken the victory!”
- Finnegan Wakefield wins
Oh shit it’s that same eerie music with a generic rap instrumental in the background. Pairing that with a shitty camera feed that zooms through the venue only means one thing; Santana Mutherfucking Johnson. Standing side by side with Smokey Mayfield who’s got a special Izzy Van Doren backpack on, Johnson unzips and then reaches in. He then pulls out his trusty machete that may or may not have the dried up blood of over 600 wrestlers spanning across the world. Lord knows how Santana gets the machete past TSA, but he always does. Smokey looks a bit worried but considering how he’s on Johnson’s good side, he laughs it off and nods with a “Convincing” wide-eyed sadistic smile.
SANTANA: WELL LOOKIE HERE, SANTANA THOUGHT THAT MAYBE JUST MAYBE THESE MUTHERFUCKERS OUT HERE TONIGHT WANNA SEE SOMEBODY GET CARVED THE FUCK UP. SHIT, MAYBE THAT SOMEBODY JUST SANTANA BUT SANTANA IS SOMEBODY DONT LET NOONE TELL YOU DIFFERENT. SEE IZZY VAN DOREN, YOU PUT SANTANA IN A MATCH WITH THREE WHITE MUTHERFUCKERS AND I THINK IT WAS ON PURPOSE. YOU KNOW THAT SANTANA WAS GONNA TURN UP THE VIOLENT SHIT ALL THE WAY THE FUCK UP BECAUSE THEY WERE WHITE. NOT ONLY ARE ALL THESE MUTHERFUCKERS WHITE AS SUGAR, THEY AS SWEET AS IT TOO. A BUNCH OF SWEET N LOW FAKE ASS HARDCORE MUTHERFUCKERS. BACK IN THEM TERRITORY DAYS THEY SHUNNED MUTHERFUCKERS LIKE ME NOW EVERYBODY LOVE THIS BLOOD AND GUTS SHIT. SANTANA WAS BORN A FEW DECADES EARLIER.
Santana pulls out a pack of Newport 100s and takes a cig out of the box before handing it to Smokey who puts it into his pocket. The bald headed vet then nods his head as Mayfield brings out a lighter and lights his cigarette up. Santana slides the machete in his trusty machete holster on his side and takes a long drag, reaching in his back pocket to pull out a brown paper bag containing a half consumed gallon of henny. Johnson lets Smokey get a swig and even the cameraman partakes in drinking before the psychopath completely downs the half gallon of dark liquor before smashing the bottle on the floor. He smiles wide and Mayfield hypes him up by slapping his chest. Johnson reaches into his holster and pulls the machete out, playfully swinging at the only two people within his reach.
SANTANA: YOOOOUUUU ARIES, SANTANA BEEN WAITING TO GET HIS HANDS ON YOU. YOU CALL YOURSELF A APE. YOU A GORILLA? BANGIN ON YO MUTHERFUCKIN CHEST LIKE A BIG SHOT WITH THAT GENERAL GOOFBALL HAIRCUT YOU GOT ON BOY YOU BEST RELAX. THE COOLEST MONKEY IN THE JUNGLE ALWAYS GET HIS ASS BEAT THE FUCK UP BY THE REALEST MUTHERFUCKER OUT THERE. YOU AIN'T NOTHIN BUT A BABOON WITH YO GOOFY FAKE TAN WALKIN AROUND LOOKIN LIKE YOU IVAN DRAGO OR SOME SHIT. WE AT A ROCKY CONVENTION OR IS WE FIGHTING CUS SANTANA CANT FUCKIN TELL. SHIT YOU CURIOUS GEORGE? THE ONLY THING SANTANA GON FIND CURIOUS IS HOW THE FUCK YOU STILL TWITCHIN WITH THAT BRAIN FLUID LEAKIN OUT YO MUTHERFUCKIN NOSTRILS.
Santana pulls his bandana off of his head and wipes the sweat drenching off of his dome piece. Being the good friend he is, he pats it on Smokey’s head before putting it back on (yuck). He then reaches into the unzipped bag and pulls out his shiny silver plated WCWA SITH LORD championship. Johnson gives that shit a spitshine and grills the cameraman like he wants to take his head off.
SANTANA: "THIS BITCH GOT DREADS THEN SHE DONT. SHE SPECIAL BUT SHE NOT. SHE WHITE BUT SHE WANNA ALWAYS BE LOUD. THIS THE TYPE OF SHIT I KNOW YOU CULTURE VULTURES LIKE TO FEED OFF OF BUT SANTANA AIN'T THE TYPE TO THINK THAT SHIT COOL. SANTANA SEE LITTLE WHITE GIRLS LIKE YOU ALWAYS TRYNA RIP OFF US AND THAT SHIT TRASH. LET SANTANA GET YOU RILED UP WITH THIS, YOU AIN'T SPECIAL, BITCH. YOU JUST ANOTHER WHITE BITCH WITH NOTHING BETTER TO DO THAN TO GET HER ASS DRAGGED ACROSS THE RING BY THE OG THE ORIGINATOR OF THIS SHIT. YOU SEE THIS WCWA SITH LORD TITLE? YOU WANNA KNOW HOW SANTANA GOT THAT SHIT!? BY BEATIN THE ASSES OF LITTLE ‘SPECIAL’ WHITE BITCHES LIKE YOU. SANTANA THINK YOU CRAZY SO SANTANA AINT A FUCKIN IDIOT, SANTANA KNOW YOU GON FIGHT BACK BUT BOYYYYY DO SANTANA LIKE WHEN HIS VICTIMS FIGHT BACK. IT MAKE CUTTIN YO FUCKIN FINGERS OFF EVEN MORE SATISFYING. THE FUCKED UP PART ABOUT IT IS THAT THESE FANS GON SCREAM AND LOVE THIS SHIT! THEY LOVE WHEN SANTANA CHOP WHITE BITCHES UP AND THROW PIECES IN THE CROWD. SANTANA GOT LOVE FOR WHITE BITCHES SHIT SANTANA GOT LOVE FOR ALL BITCHES BUT YOU BITCH, YOU MAKE SANTANA ANGRY. NOW UPON POPULAR BELIEF, SANTANA AIN'T REALLY ALWAYS ANGRY. SANTANA BEEN YELLIN AT MUTHERFUCKERS THIS WAY MY WHOLE FUCKIN LIFE AND I AINT CHANGING CUS YOU “THINK ITS ANNOYING”. YOU KNOW WHAT'S FUCKIN ANNOYIN!? SEEIN BITCHES LIKE YOU WALK AROUND AND REALLY GAIN POPULARITY OFF OF THE SHIT WE ORIGINATE. IT AIN'T SURPRISING. IT'S THE SAME WAY IN THIS WRESTLING GAME. WHO YOU THINK WAS STABBIN MUTHERFUCKERS FIRST? WHO WAS SMASHIN GARBAGE CAN LIDS OVER MUTHERFUCKERS HEADS FIRST!? WHO THE FUCK YOU THINK WAS OUT HERE THROWIN MUTHERFUCKERS ON HOME APPLIANCES FIRST!? SANTANA FUCKIN JOHNSON. "
Santana takes a swing of the machete at the cameraman, actually getting him a bit. Smokey is looking on shocked but Johnson doesn’t really give a fuck, insisting that it’s just a little cut. The guy seems to be in shock and just nods along in fear that Santana might give him another ‘little cut’.
SANTANA: "LISA SELDON. IT AINT HAVE TO END LIKE THIS. IT'S ONE THING FOR YOU TO LEAVE SANTANA FOR DEAD AT THAT WRESTLING WITH CHRIST SHOW BUT IT'S ANOTHER TO STIFF SANTANA HIS 300 HARD EARNED DOLLARS FOR THIS MATCH WITH AOKI ZOMBIE. SANTANA DONT GIVE MUCH OF A FUCK ABOUT ANYTHING, NO OFFENSE SMOKEY MAYFIELD BUT ONE THING SANTANA DO GIVE A FUCK ABOUT IS HIS 300 DOLLARS. LISA SELDON! SANTANA FIGURED OUT A WAY YOU GON FUCKIN PAY HIM BACK. SANTANA GON TAKE THIS MACHETE HERE PAINTED IN NAZI GORILLA AND CULTURE VULTURE BLOOD AND SEND YOU SOME PLACE NICE. NO NOT HEAVEN, A HOSPITAL. SANTANA AINT GON FUCKIN KILL YOU LISA BUT HE SURE AS FUCK GON STAB YOU TIL YOU ALMOST DEAD. DONT WORRY THEY GOT JELLO AT THE FUCKIN HOSPITAL. SANTANA KNOW HOW MUCH YOU WHITE BITCHES LOVE JELLO. THAT ENOUGH FOR YOU, CAMERAMAN!? NOW GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE! CRYBABY ASS MUTHERFUCKER. FUCK YALL!
"
SANTANA: WELL LOOKIE HERE, SANTANA THOUGHT THAT MAYBE JUST MAYBE THESE MUTHERFUCKERS OUT HERE TONIGHT WANNA SEE SOMEBODY GET CARVED THE FUCK UP. SHIT, MAYBE THAT SOMEBODY JUST SANTANA BUT SANTANA IS SOMEBODY DONT LET NOONE TELL YOU DIFFERENT. SEE IZZY VAN DOREN, YOU PUT SANTANA IN A MATCH WITH THREE WHITE MUTHERFUCKERS AND I THINK IT WAS ON PURPOSE. YOU KNOW THAT SANTANA WAS GONNA TURN UP THE VIOLENT SHIT ALL THE WAY THE FUCK UP BECAUSE THEY WERE WHITE. NOT ONLY ARE ALL THESE MUTHERFUCKERS WHITE AS SUGAR, THEY AS SWEET AS IT TOO. A BUNCH OF SWEET N LOW FAKE ASS HARDCORE MUTHERFUCKERS. BACK IN THEM TERRITORY DAYS THEY SHUNNED MUTHERFUCKERS LIKE ME NOW EVERYBODY LOVE THIS BLOOD AND GUTS SHIT. SANTANA WAS BORN A FEW DECADES EARLIER.
Santana pulls out a pack of Newport 100s and takes a cig out of the box before handing it to Smokey who puts it into his pocket. The bald headed vet then nods his head as Mayfield brings out a lighter and lights his cigarette up. Santana slides the machete in his trusty machete holster on his side and takes a long drag, reaching in his back pocket to pull out a brown paper bag containing a half consumed gallon of henny. Johnson lets Smokey get a swig and even the cameraman partakes in drinking before the psychopath completely downs the half gallon of dark liquor before smashing the bottle on the floor. He smiles wide and Mayfield hypes him up by slapping his chest. Johnson reaches into his holster and pulls the machete out, playfully swinging at the only two people within his reach.
SANTANA: YOOOOUUUU ARIES, SANTANA BEEN WAITING TO GET HIS HANDS ON YOU. YOU CALL YOURSELF A APE. YOU A GORILLA? BANGIN ON YO MUTHERFUCKIN CHEST LIKE A BIG SHOT WITH THAT GENERAL GOOFBALL HAIRCUT YOU GOT ON BOY YOU BEST RELAX. THE COOLEST MONKEY IN THE JUNGLE ALWAYS GET HIS ASS BEAT THE FUCK UP BY THE REALEST MUTHERFUCKER OUT THERE. YOU AIN'T NOTHIN BUT A BABOON WITH YO GOOFY FAKE TAN WALKIN AROUND LOOKIN LIKE YOU IVAN DRAGO OR SOME SHIT. WE AT A ROCKY CONVENTION OR IS WE FIGHTING CUS SANTANA CANT FUCKIN TELL. SHIT YOU CURIOUS GEORGE? THE ONLY THING SANTANA GON FIND CURIOUS IS HOW THE FUCK YOU STILL TWITCHIN WITH THAT BRAIN FLUID LEAKIN OUT YO MUTHERFUCKIN NOSTRILS.
Santana pulls his bandana off of his head and wipes the sweat drenching off of his dome piece. Being the good friend he is, he pats it on Smokey’s head before putting it back on (yuck). He then reaches into the unzipped bag and pulls out his shiny silver plated WCWA SITH LORD championship. Johnson gives that shit a spitshine and grills the cameraman like he wants to take his head off.
SANTANA: "THIS BITCH GOT DREADS THEN SHE DONT. SHE SPECIAL BUT SHE NOT. SHE WHITE BUT SHE WANNA ALWAYS BE LOUD. THIS THE TYPE OF SHIT I KNOW YOU CULTURE VULTURES LIKE TO FEED OFF OF BUT SANTANA AIN'T THE TYPE TO THINK THAT SHIT COOL. SANTANA SEE LITTLE WHITE GIRLS LIKE YOU ALWAYS TRYNA RIP OFF US AND THAT SHIT TRASH. LET SANTANA GET YOU RILED UP WITH THIS, YOU AIN'T SPECIAL, BITCH. YOU JUST ANOTHER WHITE BITCH WITH NOTHING BETTER TO DO THAN TO GET HER ASS DRAGGED ACROSS THE RING BY THE OG THE ORIGINATOR OF THIS SHIT. YOU SEE THIS WCWA SITH LORD TITLE? YOU WANNA KNOW HOW SANTANA GOT THAT SHIT!? BY BEATIN THE ASSES OF LITTLE ‘SPECIAL’ WHITE BITCHES LIKE YOU. SANTANA THINK YOU CRAZY SO SANTANA AINT A FUCKIN IDIOT, SANTANA KNOW YOU GON FIGHT BACK BUT BOYYYYY DO SANTANA LIKE WHEN HIS VICTIMS FIGHT BACK. IT MAKE CUTTIN YO FUCKIN FINGERS OFF EVEN MORE SATISFYING. THE FUCKED UP PART ABOUT IT IS THAT THESE FANS GON SCREAM AND LOVE THIS SHIT! THEY LOVE WHEN SANTANA CHOP WHITE BITCHES UP AND THROW PIECES IN THE CROWD. SANTANA GOT LOVE FOR WHITE BITCHES SHIT SANTANA GOT LOVE FOR ALL BITCHES BUT YOU BITCH, YOU MAKE SANTANA ANGRY. NOW UPON POPULAR BELIEF, SANTANA AIN'T REALLY ALWAYS ANGRY. SANTANA BEEN YELLIN AT MUTHERFUCKERS THIS WAY MY WHOLE FUCKIN LIFE AND I AINT CHANGING CUS YOU “THINK ITS ANNOYING”. YOU KNOW WHAT'S FUCKIN ANNOYIN!? SEEIN BITCHES LIKE YOU WALK AROUND AND REALLY GAIN POPULARITY OFF OF THE SHIT WE ORIGINATE. IT AIN'T SURPRISING. IT'S THE SAME WAY IN THIS WRESTLING GAME. WHO YOU THINK WAS STABBIN MUTHERFUCKERS FIRST? WHO WAS SMASHIN GARBAGE CAN LIDS OVER MUTHERFUCKERS HEADS FIRST!? WHO THE FUCK YOU THINK WAS OUT HERE THROWIN MUTHERFUCKERS ON HOME APPLIANCES FIRST!? SANTANA FUCKIN JOHNSON. "
Santana takes a swing of the machete at the cameraman, actually getting him a bit. Smokey is looking on shocked but Johnson doesn’t really give a fuck, insisting that it’s just a little cut. The guy seems to be in shock and just nods along in fear that Santana might give him another ‘little cut’.
SANTANA: "LISA SELDON. IT AINT HAVE TO END LIKE THIS. IT'S ONE THING FOR YOU TO LEAVE SANTANA FOR DEAD AT THAT WRESTLING WITH CHRIST SHOW BUT IT'S ANOTHER TO STIFF SANTANA HIS 300 HARD EARNED DOLLARS FOR THIS MATCH WITH AOKI ZOMBIE. SANTANA DONT GIVE MUCH OF A FUCK ABOUT ANYTHING, NO OFFENSE SMOKEY MAYFIELD BUT ONE THING SANTANA DO GIVE A FUCK ABOUT IS HIS 300 DOLLARS. LISA SELDON! SANTANA FIGURED OUT A WAY YOU GON FUCKIN PAY HIM BACK. SANTANA GON TAKE THIS MACHETE HERE PAINTED IN NAZI GORILLA AND CULTURE VULTURE BLOOD AND SEND YOU SOME PLACE NICE. NO NOT HEAVEN, A HOSPITAL. SANTANA AINT GON FUCKIN KILL YOU LISA BUT HE SURE AS FUCK GON STAB YOU TIL YOU ALMOST DEAD. DONT WORRY THEY GOT JELLO AT THE FUCKIN HOSPITAL. SANTANA KNOW HOW MUCH YOU WHITE BITCHES LOVE JELLO. THAT ENOUGH FOR YOU, CAMERAMAN!? NOW GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE! CRYBABY ASS MUTHERFUCKER. FUCK YALL!
"
The lights dim as the opening chords of “The Bear Song” start up. Binky walks out in a pair of Ray Ban's, and a gold chain around his neck, escorted by some fine women. He motions to the curtain and calls out BILLY DANIELSON!!
”THE BEAR WENT OVER THE MOUNTAIN TO SEE WHAT HE COULD SEE! THE OTHER SIDE OF THE MOUNTAIN WAS ALL THAT HE COULD SEE!”
Binky rises on his hind legs upon hear the cheers and applause from the fans in attendance. He raises his right paw, and seems to wave to the crowd before doing his bear jig and continuing down the ramp.
VALENTINA LOVELACE: "The following contest is to be contested under knockout rules only! Making his way to the ring, he is a bad ass killing machine! He weighs 690 pounds! Hailing from Kodiak Island, BINKY THE BEEEEEEAAAAAAAR!"
Binky climbs into the ring and poses for the hardcam, raising his paw, pyro shooting off behind him.
The flute solo from “My Heart Will Go On” plays signalling the soon to be arrival of Redd Thunder. Fans sing along as they await Thunder’s arrival.
“EVERY NIGHT IN MY DREAMS I SEE YOU. I FEEEEL YOU. THAT IS HOW I KNOW YOU… GO OOOOOOOON. FAR ACROSS THE DISTANCE... AND SPACES… BETWEEEEEN US… YOU HAVE COME TO SHOW YOU… GO OOOOON.”
The chorus arrives and out comes Redd Thunder to a raucous crowd ready to see these two big boys go at it.
K.T. ANDERSON: “Can't believe 3K's missing this for the bathroom. It’s not everyday you get to hear a couple hundred people sing your theme song.”
Thunder even looks surprised. He makes his way down the aisle high fiving his fans.
VALENTINA LOVELACE: “And the opponent, from Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, weighing 380 lbs, “THE WALKING DISASTER” REEEEEEEEEDD THUUUUUUUNDERRRRRRRRR!
“NEAR…. FAR… WHEREVER YOU ARE… I BELIEVE THE HEART DOES GO OOOOON!”
“ONCE MORE… YOU OOOPEN THE DOOR AND YOU’RE HERE IN MY HEART AND MY HEART WILL GO OOON AND OOOOOOOON!”
JULIA DEMARCO: “I don’t know about you guys, but this is kinda sweet. A couple hundred drunk people singing my theme would make me cry.”
Thunder poses on the middle rope for his fans in attendance. He steps off, ready to throw down as he readies himself against Binky.
BINKY THE BEAR VS REDD THUNDER
JULIA DEMARCO: “I think the ring moved a couple inches.”
Binky grabs Redd by the arm, pulling him into the middle of the ring, and takes him up with A STALLING VERTICAL SUPLEX?!? The fans are in an uproar!
JULIA DEMARCO: “Oh my god! I’ve never seen anyone get Redd up like that!”
Binky back to his feet pushes Redd back into the corner and lands some big paw punches to the sternum. Binky’s turn with the whip out, and Redd catches him with a boot! Binky is dazed, Redd rushes! Double lariat, both competitors don’t go down! Double lariat with the opposite arm, both competitors don’t go down!! Running off the ropes, Binky and Redd cartwheel evade each other, double dropkick attempt, kip up, stand off!!!
JULIA DEMARCO: “WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?! THESE GUYS ARE HAVING THE MATCH OF THE NIGHT. AND WE’RE BARELY 3 MINUTES IN.”
K.T. ANDERSON: “NEVER UNDERESTIMATE FAT GUY LUCHA, BABY!”
Thunder ducks a running chop from Binky and scales to the middle rope. Thunder leaps off, but gets caught by Binky! Binky attempts another slam, but Thunder counters into a DDT!! Redd signals for the end! Redd has Binky in a sleeperhold! Binky is trying to escape, find any sort of freedom! Redd hops onto the big bear’s back!
JULIA DEMARCO: ”It’s not often you see Redd get dwarfed by another competitor, but Thunder is using it to his advantage!”
Binky’s are flailing trying to escape the hold from Redd’s hold. Redd wraps his legs around the body of Binky. Binky is teetering, and they crash THROUGH the mat!!!
K.T. ANDERSON: “HOLY FUCKING SHIIIIIT!!!! THESE TWO BROKE THE RING!!”
JULIA DEMARCO: ”Oh Izzy’s not going to be happy about this…”
The referee waves off the contest. The fans would normally boo, but holy shit after going balls to the wall like that they applauded these two.
JULIA DEMARCO: “You wish it was decisive. But like a shooting star, it was here, it was magic, but it had to go too soon.”
- No contest
PREVIOUSLY RECORDED
“Izzy Van Doren wishes us to play a game, Jack.”
The makeup-smeared eye of Erik Holland peers out from the camera at us, uncomfortably close. The pinpoint black eye darts around, as if Holland can’t control it, and a ragged breath flees from his chest.
“She seeks to bring people together in a collision of art, music, pro wrestling and resistance. And during this celebration of the triumph of the human spirit, of challenging the established social order, you and I will meet one-on-one for the very first time ever.”
He sighs heavily, a sound like a scream up a pit. The camera pulls back to witness his Shape fully now, as he is seated and ruminating.
“You were magnificent in Elysium, o warrior mine. You redefined tag team wrestling under my hand and showed the entire world you were not simply an entertaining undercard act. That you came from tradition, such as I did. That you believed in the inarguable fairness of combat. I knew then it was only a matter of waiting before I was next to test you.”
A demented look on his face, one of strange relaxation as his big eyes go wide, vast pools of white with a lonely black dot in the middle.
“What will we learn from each other, Jack? As we are pummeling each other beyond recognition not with chairs, or wire, or glass, but with our bodies and our spirits and minds, what will we extract from one another that makes more sense than blood? Spilling blood is our very nature, Jack, when you’re not spilling alcohol, but I want MORE from you. I know you are MORE. I know you know that I am many-placed, many-formed, and overcoming ME would teach you MORE about yourself..”
Erik looks down at his hands now, his head lolling back and forth. He continues to mutter on, not even really physically addressing the camera.
“It seems a shame I should deny you that knowledge. But as much as I thirst for expanding my diseased mind, I like to win just as much..so tonight, Jack, before our friends and peers and before our fans which we can number in our thousands of millions...we will punish each other. For this sport. For a better world. We will play Izzy’s game. But I will be the victor in this iteration. And you will simply have to assume a new shape.”
“Izzy Van Doren wishes us to play a game, Jack.”
The makeup-smeared eye of Erik Holland peers out from the camera at us, uncomfortably close. The pinpoint black eye darts around, as if Holland can’t control it, and a ragged breath flees from his chest.
“She seeks to bring people together in a collision of art, music, pro wrestling and resistance. And during this celebration of the triumph of the human spirit, of challenging the established social order, you and I will meet one-on-one for the very first time ever.”
He sighs heavily, a sound like a scream up a pit. The camera pulls back to witness his Shape fully now, as he is seated and ruminating.
“You were magnificent in Elysium, o warrior mine. You redefined tag team wrestling under my hand and showed the entire world you were not simply an entertaining undercard act. That you came from tradition, such as I did. That you believed in the inarguable fairness of combat. I knew then it was only a matter of waiting before I was next to test you.”
A demented look on his face, one of strange relaxation as his big eyes go wide, vast pools of white with a lonely black dot in the middle.
“What will we learn from each other, Jack? As we are pummeling each other beyond recognition not with chairs, or wire, or glass, but with our bodies and our spirits and minds, what will we extract from one another that makes more sense than blood? Spilling blood is our very nature, Jack, when you’re not spilling alcohol, but I want MORE from you. I know you are MORE. I know you know that I am many-placed, many-formed, and overcoming ME would teach you MORE about yourself..”
Erik looks down at his hands now, his head lolling back and forth. He continues to mutter on, not even really physically addressing the camera.
“It seems a shame I should deny you that knowledge. But as much as I thirst for expanding my diseased mind, I like to win just as much..so tonight, Jack, before our friends and peers and before our fans which we can number in our thousands of millions...we will punish each other. For this sport. For a better world. We will play Izzy’s game. But I will be the victor in this iteration. And you will simply have to assume a new shape.”
The lights pulse on and off. The kick drum marks flashes of red light. Soon “Can You Feel My Heart” by Bring Me The Horizon comes together and out of the smoke comes Serena Maxwell, crawling on her hands and knees. She flips the hood on her entrance jacket to reveal that wickedly, sinister smile and slashed face paint. She lets a primal scream and stomps her way to the ring.
VALENTINA LOVELACE: “The following contest is a fatal four way match! Introducing first, from Detroit, MI, she is the “Unexplainable” SERENA MAAAAXWELLLLLL!!!
MR WRESTLING 3K: “Oh man...”
K.T. ANDERSON: “Keep that psycho away from me!”
JULIA DEMARCO: “Serena Maxwell is… well… an odd one to say the least, and tonight she goes up against three other straight up crazy people.”
Serena slides into the ring, slaps the mat a few times, before coming up and letting out another primal roar. She focuses in on hardcam, smiling, awaiting her competition.
“Fear of Dying” blasts out over the speakers; a thunderous flurry that soon draws Lisa out to the stage. Lisa steps out, drops to her knees and throws both arms out at her sides, pulling some applause from the crowd.
VALENTINA LOVELACE: From Glasgow, Scotland, LISAAA SEEEEELLLDOOON!!
MR WRESTLING 3K
Lisa pops back up and saunters down to the ring, beaming a smile as she takes her time with it. Never breaking her stride she hops up onto the apron, leans back to shoot a wink into the nearest camera and then hops up over the ropes.
♫WITHOUT YOU YES I DO AND I HOPE THAT YOU DO TOO / WITHOUT YOU YES I DO / WITHOUT YOU YES I DO AND I HOPE THAT YOU DO TOO / WITHOUT YOU YES I... ♫
She lands with her arms out stretched and does a little spin for good measure. She then takes her corner and hops up for a seat on the top turnbuckle.
The fast riffs of “It’s Gonna Get Ugly” by Limecell kicks in as Aries comes out of the curtain with fire in his eyes. He looks out at the audience. Suddenly, his music cuts out and we hear some record scratches.
ARIES looks around confused, the camera pans over to Alexis Kennedy whistling very innocently. He’s got no time for hot dogging and grandstanding as he walks briskly to the ring.
VALENTINA LOVELACE: “And from Fuckville, Ontario, Canada weighing 238 lbs, AAAAAARIEEEEEES.”
K.T. ANDERSON: “I’m beyond impressed little Valentina was able to say Fuckville without having a heart attack.”
MR WRESTLING 3K: “These three were scheduled for a match last year. We changed some faces around this year. There’s a giant hole in the ring from Thunder and Binky crashing through it. Let me just say it’s gonna be crazy!”
The eerie keyboard notes from “I Got 5 On It” cause the fans to go into an uproar. Lights pan across the curtain and smoke bellows out from under it. The verse kicks in and Santana Johnson appears! He carries behind him a trash can full of objects like kendo sticks, crutches, baseball bats, anything needed to break a couple limbs. Santana is bumping to his own theme, that’s how you know you picked a good theme.
VALENTINA LOVELACE: “And from Chiraq, weighing 218 lbs... SANTANA JOHNSON!!!”
JULIA DEMARCO: “Well you said it was gonna be crazy, I think NOW it’s gone completely nuts!”
Fans are hyped for Johnson’s music, “I GOT FIVE ON IT!!”. Santana is vibing, he throws his garbage can full of goodies into the ring. Santana enters the ring, setting the trash can back up as normal, before turning around and cracking ARIES with a kendo stick!
K.T. ANDERSON: “And just like that we’re in for the craziest fucking match ever.”
SERENA MAXWELL VS LISA SELDON VS ARIES VS SANTANA JOHNSON
Santana continues to cane the hell out of ARIES as Maxwell rushes Seldon in the corner, pummeling her with forearms under the jaw. Johnson kicks ARIES into the giant crater caused by the match before. He then turns his focus to Maxwell. Serena turns to face Johnson. She smiles wickedly, ear to ear, horror movie type shit. She claps her palms together and bouncing up and down. She’s having a fit, she leans over, hiding her face for a moment, before springing back up and screaming in Johnson’s face:
SERENA: “TELL ME I’M SPECIAL!!!!!”
Johnson pulls out a staple gun and plants one in Maxwell’s forehead, point blank. Maxwell back bumps and rolls out of the ring. Seldon rushes Johnson while he isn’t looking and tackles him to the ground, raining lefts and rights. Seldon pops up to her feet, getting the crowd riled up, only to turn around into a bundle of light tubes being thrown at her by ARIES from the hole. ARIES crawls out and pushes Johnson out of the ring. ARIES picks Seldon up and throws her into the corner. CHOP. CHOP. CHOP. Seldon falls to the mat and out of the ring. ARIES follows her out.
They round the corner of the ring and ARIES stands a few feet away from Johnson with a cane in his hand again. ARIES doesn’t want any of that again and turns around, but Johnson chases him down. ARIES can’t shake Johnson even after doing a lap around the ring. ARIES makes it past another corner, Johnson is close behind but Maxwell is there with a leaping hurricanrana after using the ring steps as a catapult. ARIES wipes his brow thinking he’s in the clear only to walk into a light tube thwack from Seldon. Seldon whips ARIES into the barricade, his back clatters against the metal. Meanwhile, Maxwell and Johnson are battling up the entrance way and out to the merch tables.
Maxwell and Johnson make their way down the wrestler aisle. A stiff right sends Maxwell reeling, Johnson grabs an ARIES shirt and begins to blow his nose with it, Maxwell approaches, and Johnson uses it to smother Maxwell!! Maxwell escapes with a throat punch.
At ringside, Seldon has pulled out a table and leans it in the corner of the ring. ARIES trips up Seldon and drags her out of the ring. He posts her up... well… against the ring post. He rears his hand back and attempts a CHOP(™) but Seldon moves out of the way and ARIES’ hand clatters with the ring post!
Maxwell lays Johnson out with a Michinoku Driver on the floor. Maxwell returns her gaze to the ring and marches back. Maxwell is back and begins to brawl with Seldon again. Seldon shoves her off and throws The Unexplainable back into the ring. Seldon is about to follow, but ARIES has recovered and pulls Seldon back out. ARIES is swinging wildly, but Seldon rises with a Shoryuken. The two look up and get met with a suicide dive from Maxwell. Maxwell goes to whip ARIES into the barricade, but ARIES reverses it, but Maxwell stops her momentum just in time. ARIES charges, and Serena answers with a back body drop over the barricade. Seldon attacks while Maxwell is distracted and clotheslines her and herself over, clattering on top of ARIES in the process. Seldon and Maxwell are brawling back towards the entrance way. Maxwell smacks Seldon’s head off one of the merch stands.
MAVERICK: “Oi, the fuck?”
Maxwell grabs Maverick by his shirt collar and biels him at Seldon. ARIES rushes in and begins raining clubs down on Maxwell. Meanwhile, Santana has made his way to the top of the commentary perch about 30 feet high.
JOHNSON: “MOVE BITCHES.”
Santana leaps off the balcony and crashes into ARIES and Serena. Santana rests from crashing before slowly getting to his feet, dusting himself off, and grabbing Lisa Seldon by her hair and dragging her back to the ring.
Johnson rolls Seldon into the ring. Johnson stalks his prey as Seldon looks to recover. Johnson is about to attack when he’s kicked between the legs by ARIES. ARIES picks up Seldon and looks to hit the piledriver, but Seldon trips the legs, grabs them and flips over ARIES.
1! 2! Kickout by ARIES.
Seldon pops up, and rearranges the table. She stands it up on its legs pointing out of the corner. She puts ARIES on it and slowly scales the ropes. Seldon looks to be going for some sort of move off the top, but ARIES stops her! The two are trading blows on the turnbuckles. ARIES with a headbutt, Seldon with a forearm, ARIES with a headbutt, Seldon with a forearm, repeat, repeat. Seldon looks to be edging out after a series of rights and a headbutt, ARIES is teetering, Seldon is about to deliver the final shot, until ARIES uncorks the Master of all Knock out punches. ARIES uses the bad hand but still knocks Seldon for a loop. He shakes feeling back into it and grabs Lisa, tucking her head between his legs, and drops off the top rope with an Avalanche Piledriver through the table!!! ARIES floats over into the cover.
1! 2! 3!!!
- ARIES wins
“I'M ONLY HAPPY WHEN IT RAINS...”
Skye Healy walks out amidst panning and strobing yellow purple lights. She spins around showing off her high collared jacket that has “Limitless” emblazoned on the back of it. Her head peaks around the collar and winks to the camera. She walks down the aisle with confidence and poise as her arms stretch out soaking in the reaction from the crowd.
VALENTINA LOVELACE: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall! From Vancouver, BC, she is the Limitless Wrestling World Champion, she is “Limitless” Skye Healy.”
K.T. ANDERSON: “She is beauty. She is grace. She will ask you for an interview and then punch you in the face. The Limitless Lioness, Skye Healy.”
JULIA DEMARCO: “Oooh, If you don’t mind me taking charge here guys. I have the most experience with this feud.”
She sits on the apron before sliding into the ring on her back. She pops up staring into the hard cam with her dark eyes. She begins to pull off her ring jacket. She sits on the bottom turnbuckle waiting for her opponent.
The lights dim down. The stringed instruments begin to play. A long intro video depicts a plague doctor walking among fields. As the drums kick into “Kashmir” by Bond and Michael Hayden shuffles out from behind the curtain. His masked face looks at both sides of the crowd, taking a look at his surroundings. Letting the umbrella rest over his shoulder, Hayden takes a moment to soak in the atmosphere. Hayden begins marching down the aisle, intense focus on Skye in the ring.
VALENTINA LOVELACE: And the opponent, from The Shores of La Jolla in San Diego, California, he is “Limitless” MICHAEL HAAAAAAAYDEEEEN!!
Hayden hops onto the ring apron before raising the umbrella into the air. Stepping inside the ring, Hayden removes the mask, staring daggers at his opponent.
JULIA DEMARCO: “It was in December, when Skye Healy kicked Michael Hayden in the face, turning her back on her mentor and defecting to Lions Pro. We didn’t see Hayden for months after until he chose to make his presence known by surprise attacking Healy’s partner in crime Michael Murtagh.”
K.T. ANDERSON: “It’s a shocker, but I’m siding with Skye on this one! Hayden has said it before, she was just as good as him. That boot was only a confirmation of that. That’s why she’s World Champ in HIS company.”
Maintaining eye contact, Hayden removes his jacket, handing it to a ringside worker before stretching for his match.
Healy and Hayden circle around the ring. Healy attempts a knuckle lock, but Hayden is quick with the go behind, rear waistlock, Healy drops her hips, whipping Hayden over her. Hayden and Healy back to their feet. Hayden uses his muscle to catch Healy with a front facelock. Hayden with a modified gator roll to disorient Healy. Healy is scrambling for any sort of refuge. She trips Hayden up and his back crashes into the mat. Healy with a stomp down but Hayden rolls out of the way. The two are at a stand still.
MR WRESTLING 3K: “We knew these two would be pretty even. Hayden’s got the veteran edge, but for every hold Healy’s had some sort of counter.”
Knuckle lock from both competitors, the two struggle for dominance, but Hayden starts to edge out. Healy falls to her back, pressing her boots into Hayden’s stomach. She pops Hayden up and uses the inertia to bring her back to her feet. Healy trips Hayden again. Maintaining the knuckle lock, she plants her knees on Hayden’s shoulders.
1! 2! Hayden pops his hips and shoulders up. Healy kicks at the thighs. Hayden falls again.
1! 2! Hayden pops up and this time bucks Healy off balance.
Collar and elbow tie up, Hayden with an arm wringer. Healy yells out in pain as Hayden twists her arm in its socket. Healy rolls forward. On the ground, she pulls her arm towards her causing Hayden to lean forward, and Healy uses her long legs to land a kick across Hayden’s head. He releases the hold and Healy kips up.
K.T. ANDERSON: “YES. RIGHT IN HIS DUMB FACE. KICK HIM AGAIN, SKYE!”
Skye has the advantage now, backing Hayden into the corner with several strikes before unleashing a vicious chop that leaves the crowd wincing. Looking proud of herself, Skye goes to whip Hayden into the opposite corner, only for Hayden to reverse, sending her into the turnbuckles. Hayden comes in hot, connecting with a leaping back elbow before jumping up, delivering a spinning enzuigiri that sends Skye down to the mat.
Healy rises as Hayden goes for a superkick, Healy catches it, spins Hayden out, and counters with a superkick of her own. Hayden is dazed. Healy with a boot that shoves Hayden into the ropes. Hayden bounces off and gets taken down with a hip toss. Skye with a back handspring and a low dropkick right to the side of Hayden’s head.
The camera pans over to Michael Murtagh cheering on his comrade in Healy.
Healy grabs the arm, but Hayden reverses it and trips her up, causing her to face plant into the mat. Hayden looks over to Murtagh, scowling, then returns his attention to Healy getting to all fours, he flashes a smirk... and grabs at Healy, looking for the Limitless Lock(Crossface Chickenwing)!
Healy is scratching and clawing for her life as Murtagh is shaking the guard rails, going absolutely nuts. Healy rolls to a seated position, but Hayden is locked in. Healy is reaching out across the way for Murtagh. Hayden pulls Healy back to the mat, Healy is like a turtle that can’t get back to its feet. Suddenly, Healy uses her legs to pop her hips up, Hayden’s shoulders are on the mat.
1! 2! Hayden releases the hold before it’s too late. Healy is barely conscious. Hayden has control, lifting Skye to her feet before hooking her for a Suplex. Skye tries to block the attempt, but Hayden connects with two strikes to the side before lifting her into the air. The fight’s not out of Skye yet though, as she floats over before dropping Hayden with a neckbreaker! The two competitors are both on the mat, the red checking on them briefly before beginning their count.
Skye and Hayden are standing toe to toe, exchanging strikes, neither willing to back down. Hayden looks to be gaining the advantage before Skye connects with an eye rake, leaving Hayden stumbling in a daze. Skye sees her advantage, connecting with a single leg dropkick that cracks him in the skull, sending him down to the mat. Skye sees her moment, rushing to the top rope before leaping off for the Skye High… but Hayden gets his knees up just in time, driving the wind out of Skye! He hooks her with an inside cradle!
1.. 2.. Skye kicks out!
Hayden slams his hands on the mat, huffing and puffing. His eyes grow wide as he stares down at Healy trying to get air back in her lungs. He jolts to his feet and locks in a grounded top wristlock, Healy scrambles for safety, but Hayden slowly stands up. Hayden’s eyes are devoid of mercy or empathy, he’s ready to end this. He drives his boot into the point of Healy’s elbow. She immediately starts jumping around screaming in agony. The referee rushes over to check on her. Healy is holding onto her arm. “I can’t feel it” she says as the referee tries to examine for himself. Hayden glares. But then, his expression changes to genuine remorse, shocked at what he resorted to to beat his former student. Hayden tries to see her, but Skye is weary of seeing him. The referee backs him off, but Hayden brushes him to the side. Healy has tears streaming down her face after possibly breaking her arm. Hayden is in there checking on Healy.
HAYDEN: “Skye, let me help you…”
Skye looks up at her former mentor with worry and fear. She breathes heavily as she looks down again.
HEALY: “I can’t feel anything below my elbow!”
Hayden presses on the joint, Healy jolts around in pain at the slightest touch. Healy holds her arm as she rests on the bottom turnbuckle, crying into the padding.
MR WRESTLING 3K: “You know. It was bound to happen. We knew these two were gonna get heated. We knew it would be ugly. But we didn’t want it to end like this.”
K.T. ANDERSON: “Hayden should absolutely be ashamed of himself...”
Healy is crying in the corner, beating on the mat with her good hand. Hayden is beside himself, frustration sets in as he chastises himself. Hayden eyes Michael Murtagh in the crowd, standing in his chair, blatantly critiquing Hayden.
MICHAEL MURTAGH: "The hell is wrong with you?! You trying to injure her on purpose, you son of a bitch?!?"
He’s back in to calm her down and hold her. Hayden offers Healy his hand, apologizing profusely. Healy is cautious at first, but the fans will her on to accept the hand. Healy reaches up, and grabs Hayden helps his former trainee to her feet. Hayden brings her in for a hug. Her face buried into his chest. Healy keeps her head down.
MR WRESTLING 3K: "You hate to see a good match end this way. But if it mends this relationship, it just might be..."
Hayden lets go of Skye for only a second. Suddenly, Skye springs to life, grabbing the arm, wringing it, and driving Hayden face and shoulder first into the turnbuckle!
MR WRESTLING 3K: “WHAT?!”
K.T. ANDERSON: “Healy’s elbow isn’t broken!”
JULIA DEMARCO: “Of all the lowbrow things Healy has done!!”
Healy shows her elbow is fine by crotch chopping at Hayden. Healy gets a running start, rounding the corners of the ring as Hayden is getting to his feet. BIG BOOT IN THE CORNER. Genuine euphoria is pictured on her face as she’s booted Hayden’s face into the back row. Her smile beaming, a sick smile.
K.T. ANDERSON: “It’s a freaking miracle she’s able to move her arm as she hits The Skye Scraper! Give that woman a Grammy, an Emmy, an Oscar, whatever the hell it is.”
JULIA DEMARCO:
Healy throws Hayden to the mat and scales the turnbuckles. She’s all smiles as she leaps off the top rope and crashes down on her opponent with the Skye High(Split Legged Frog Splash)! Skye hooks the leg. 1! 2! 3!
- Skye Healy wins
Skye rises to her feet smiling ear to ear as she looks over to her trainer, Michael Murtagh, in the front row. He's elated, practically over the moon, and applauding his pupil. She exits the ring and sits on the guardrail, arm over Murtagh's shoulder. The two Lion's Den members laugh at Hayden still trying to get air in his body.
Charlotte offers to shake hands with Annica. Greene responds with a slap across the face. Angry, Charlotte returns the slap and takes her down with a modified throw and kicks her between the shoulder blades. Charlotte jumps on Annica and tries to ground and pound her but Annica rolls free and slides under the ropes. Charlotte though charges across the ring and hits a suicide dive, taking Annica down. She gets to her feet right away and yells to the crowd as Fujikawa charges with a suicide dive of her own. Aliyah is in now and takes out Fujikawa with a somersault plancha. Ana Hayden is in next. She bounces off the ropes, but is cut off by Aiso with a boot under the jaw. Allister is in to save her friend laying in forearms. Holly pulls Allister away, knuckle lock, chop to the chest, Holly climbs the ropes and walks the top rope like a trapeze artist. She salutes and jumps off with a falling senton to the outside. Aiso is outnumbered with the Hellcats in the ring. Aiso rushes Hayden, but Ana back body drops her over the ropes and down to the bodies below. Ana and Allister nod to each other. Meowly runs first and attempts a somersault plancha but hangs onto the rope, pulling it down for a tope con hilo from Hayden. Meowly skins the cat… kinda… and is back in the ring. She scales the turnbuckles and looks at the pool of bodies battling it out. Meowly leaps off the rop with a cannonball senton taking out everyone.
The final sequence saw Ana almost kick Alyiah's head off her shoulders followed by Allister lifting Greene up and dropping her with the Cattitude Adjustment. Allister covered as Ana stopped Annica from breaking the pin up.
Elimination 1: Bad & Boujee
This was a stiff round as Ana and Fujikawa of Destroy All entered the match. The two battled in a Strong Style showcase. The two traded kicks, forearms, they just threw bombs at each other. Ana sprang off the ropes with a high crossbody onto both her opponents, but looked to have tweaked her knee on the landing. Meowly makes the blind tag. She rushes in and immediately gets clobbered with Koppu kick. Meowly swings for a clothesline, but Destroy All take Hayden off the apron and take Meowly out with the Lullaby Facemelter(Straight Jacket German/Lariat combo).
Elimination 2: Allister Meowly & Ana Hayden
Allister smacks the mat in frustration as Ana looks on in disappointment.
ALLISTER MEOWLY: "No, no no no wait I can be a Hellcat! I promise!"
Ana leaves with a frustrated look on her face as Allister follows looking worried that her chances of becoming a member of HSDS just ran out again.
Holly and Charlotte have the unfortunate task of trying to take down Fujikawa and Aiso. The two look promising as Buck shows a lot of fire against Aiso. Holly stands on the apron, waiting for Aiso to rise to her feet. As she does, Holly slingshots between the ropes and hits a spear. She rolls off and pulls Aiso by the hair, only to kick her in the face. She hits a pair of running sentons. She waits for Aiso to slowly get up and signals to the crowd before charging in for her version of the Shining Wizard, “Holy Guacamole!” but gets intercepted by Fujikawa!! Ultimately, it’s Holly who falls victim to the Equal Dragon Weapon(Fire Thunder throw to Neckbreaker).
Elimination 3: Holly Guacamole & Charlotte O’Buck
- Destroy All wins
The Team America theme kicks in as the Chicago crowd chants along “AMERICAAA. FUCK YEAH!” to the song. Jack Danielson bursts out of the curtain, throwing up the one finger, and the American flag wrapped around his neck like a cape. He steps down the aisle with the stride and intensity only a true American can have!
VALENTINA LOVELACE: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Coming to the ring, from the Good Ol’ USA, weighing 225 lbs, JACK DANIELSOOOOOON!!!
K.T. ANDERSON: With all that's going on in the world today, it's nice to see a blue collar American standing up for what's right: kicking Erik Holland's doughy ass."
Jack enters the ring waving Old Glory around and saluting. The fans chant “U! S! A!” along with Danielson as he hands his ring jacket off to a ringside hand.
The lights dim, kicking into the drop in Solway Firth by Slipknot. A wall of smoke erupts from the stage and the hulking form of Erik Holland comes through it, eyes wide with intensity, his face hidden by the leather entrance mask, his focus solely locked on his opponent in the ring. Holland erupts, becoming a super ball of intensity, bouncing off the crowd left and right as he makes his way down to the ring, whipping them and himself into a barely containable frenzy.
VALENTINA LOVELACE: “Coming down the aisle, from Silent Hill, he is “The Weapon X” ERIK HOOOOLLLLANNNND!
K.T. ANDERSON: “And here comes The Bye Bye Man!”
JULIA DEMARCO: “The WHO?!?”
K.T. ANDERSON: “I don’t know that’s like one of his nicknames or something.”
Holland careens under the bottom rope. He lunges at the referee and/or the ring announcer, ending up sticking his head and upper body through the top and middle ropes, just staring out at the roiling, moshing swarm of fans as if he were an animal that just got let off it's leash. Holland rips off his entrance mask, mugging for the camera. Holland falls back against a turnbuckle pad with his ass on the mat with a thousand yard stare just locked onto his opponent. The lights return to normal as Holland is ready for the fight.
The bell rings.
MR WRESTLING 3K: “The bell sounds and we are in deep on this one folks. It’s not gonna be pretty or flashy. It’s just two bar room brutes going at it.”
JULIA DEMARCO: “I'm not much of a glutton for violence, but I hope these two meat wagons beat the bajeezus out of each other."
The action starts hot as Danielson ducks a line from Holland. The two turn around and start throwing punches, one after the after. Erik gets the upper hand, whipping Danielson into the ropes, Danielson back in and gets dropped with a Thesz Press by Holland. Weapon X brings down some punches on Danielson’s dome. Holland pops back up to his feet letting out another roar as Danielson gets to his feet, and into a strong collar and elbow tie up. The two bulls lock horns. But that shit goes nowhere, as they break it up and immediately start chopping each other! Danielson backs Holland off with some jabs right on the jaw, whips him off the ropes. Holland hooks the ropes and charges, but Danielson evades a big boot. Stand still as the two grimace at each other.
Knuckle lock from both competitors. Chest to chest, the two jockey for the upper hand. Holland with a sort of monkey flip that sends Danielson barreling out of the ring. Holland gets the crowd riled up and goes for a baseball slide, but Danielson moves out of the way. He whips Holland and sends him crashing into the steel barricade. Holland writhes on the matted floor. Danielson’s game plan is evident: focus on the injured back. The assault on the back continues as Danielson drives Holland into the turnbuckle post back first. Holland winces in pain, crumbling to his knees. He crawls as Danielson looks to use the time to catch his wind. Danielson from behind, Holland counters with a back elbow. Holland attempts to rally back, but Danielson snuffs him out with a kick to the gut. Holland doubles over. The American Jackass eyes his opponent, then eyes the apron, then back to his opponent, a smile comes across his face. He hooks Holland for a powerbomb. Holland wriggles free and begins throwing punches to Danielson’s face followed by some chops. Holland pulls back for another punch, but Danielson is quick with a jab to the throat. Holland gasps for air as Danielson quickly hooks him again, hoists him and drives him back first into the apron with a powerbomb.
Danielson throws Holland into the ring. Lateral press, 1! 2! Kickout from Holland. Danielson urges Holland to get back to his feet. Holland is on spaghetti legs as he swipes at Danielson, but misses. Holland stumbles and is held up by the ropes. Holland gives another go at getting to his feet, this time supported by the ropes. Danielson lays in a sick chop that cracks throughout the building across Holland’s pecs. Holland puffs his chest out more and Danielson gives him another! Holland roars in Danielson’s face and connects with a chop across the chest of Danielson. Holland bounces off the ropes and connects with a boot to Danielson, who’s on his knees.
Holland takes control of the match. Danielson recovers in the corner. Holland charges and lands a jumping knee in the corner, and another, followed by a lariat that squishes the air out of Danielson. The referee backs Holland out of the corner giving Danielson some time to get his wind back. Holland scales the ropes, possibly looking for some mounted punches, but Danielson blocks it and shoves Holland off, sending him crashing onto the mat. Danielson follows it with a soccer ball kick to the back. Holland absorbs it! Danielson with another kick. Holland absorbs that one too! Holland rises to his feet, Danielson is in angered shock. Danielson responds with some slaps, followed by some straight punches to the head. Danielson follows the striking combination with a big headbutt, but Holland absorbs it and connects with a lariat that downs both competitors! Holland gets to his feet, Danielson is up next, he turns into a spiking DDT from Holland. Danielson is up again and takes a swing, Holland looks for a sleeperhold, but Danielson drops down, sending Holland over. Danielson regains the upper hand for the moment with a shoulder tackle that floors Holland. Danielson loads up for his Great American Bash rolling elbow, as he turns back around, Holland clatters him with a Superman Punch dubbed The Plan 9 from Outer Space.
This time it’s Danielson that roars in his opponent’s face. He pulls down the elbow pad and lands a rolling elbow that dazes Holland. Danielson signals for the end! He hoists Holland up looking for the 21 Gun Salute(Powerbomb Lungblower), but Holland fights out of it. Holland lands on his feet and hoists Danielson up for the Toxic Avenger(Death Valley Driver). It’s a struggle for Holland and his injured back. Ultimately it gives out and he releases Danielson. Holland tries to maintain control, he charges, Danielson with the leg trip! Danielson hurriedly transitions into Old No. 7! Danielson bends Holland’s thick frame over the injured back! Holland tries to reach for the ropes but they’re just out of his reach. He reaches out his arm a little further, but Danielson hooks it, and hyper extends it back towards him. Holland with nowhere to go, he submits!
- Jack Danielson wins
Danielson celebrates as he’s tossed a couple beers by one of the hands at ringside. He approaches Holland getting to his feet and offers a hand. Holland accepts and is yanked to his feet. Danielson hands Holland a beer as well. Holland swipes it out of Danielson’s hand, grabbing it for himself. Danielson and Holland lock eyes, an intense staredown. They each step back, pop the top, and smash their beers together in a toast. A beer bash celebration for Danielson!
The lights dim as "Become The Beast" by Karliene plays over the speakers.
Kassandra Maxwell was strutting down that ramp in her full ring Regalia with her hair down instead of tied back like it usually was. She walked with the kind of energy she once exuded while wrestling in Texas, when she first hit the stage post Limitless Academy.
VALENTINA LOVELACE: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Glasgow, Scotland, “The Limitless Lowlander” Kassie Maxwell!!
K.T. ANDERSON: “Ya know, some people say Kassie only got this spot because of who’s booking the show.”
JULIA DEMARCO: “Oh are you saying that just because we're about half a building away from her?”
K.T. ANDERSON: “No, I’m just saying... I’ve just heard rumblings... God I hope she doesn't come over here...”
A smile on her face as she caught a microphone tossed her way when she hit the corner of the ring.
“Roam” by The B-52s begins to play as the room is cascaded in pinks and yellows. Stacy Deville slowly strolls out onto the stage. She looks out to the crowd clapping along to her theme. She swaggers down the aisleway with a very confident look on her face.
VALENTINA LOVELACE: “And the opponent, from Portland Oregon, she is the Queen of Suplexes, STACY DEVIIIIIIIIILLE!!!”
JULIA DEMARCO: “Stacy Deville, a former collegiate level wrestler, looks to leave it all in the ring tonight against Maxwell.”
MR WRESTLING 3K: “Stacy’s style is ground and throw and if not she’s got some submission game she can use as well.”
Stacy climbs the apron and looks over at Maxwell with a smirk. She enters through the middle rope, peeling her coat off in her corner. She stretches with the assistance of the rope before turning around and staring daggers at the woman across the ring from her.
The bell rings as Stacy assumes a grappling stance, Kassie assumes the boxer’s stance. These are two fighting classes that are so different. The two circle around the ring. Stacy teases a takedown and eventually takes Maxwell down with a leg trip. Scramble for a back mount, Stacy floats over into a headlock. The two rise up to their feet. Maxwell shoves Deville off, Deville off the ropes, ducks a high roundhouse from Maxwell, Stacy bounces off the adjacent side and with a jumping small package! 1! 2! Kickout by Maxwell. Maxwell rises back to her knees as Deville does. She makes a gesture with an index and thumb, “That close”, she says.
The two circle around the ring again. This time it’s Kassie who initiates the takedown, picking Deville’s ankle and sending her face first into the mat. Maxwell transitions into a crucifix pin, Deville’s shoulders on the mat. 1! 2! Kickout by Deville.
MR WRESTLING 3K: “Kassie is adjusting well to Deville’s game. We’ll see if she can keep it up.”
Deville is up to her feet and Roundhouse kicks Kassie in the chest. Maxwell stumbles back into the ropes.
K.T. ANDERSON: “I think Deville just showed she can get on Maxwell’s game too.”
Maxwell gets back to her feet and walks up to Deville. The two exchange words, getting heated pretty quickly. Maxwell shoves Deville, Deville shoves back. Kassie with a low kick to the thigh and Stacy follows with one of her own. It devolves into a battle of slaps and strikes! Deville with a double leg takedown, moves into side control, and brings her elbow into the side of Maxwell’s head! Maxwell responds with an elbow of her own. The referee is there to break it up as the two get close to the ropes. Both women get to their feet. Deville looks for an Imanari Roll, grabbing onto Maxwell’s leg, Maxwell responds with a slap down onto Deville’s face. Deville scrambles to her feet as Maxwell chases her trying to land a strike. Deville turns around and takes Maxwell down. Full guard position, into a mount, Deville brings down a vicious forearm on Maxwell. Maxwell grabs Deville’s arm after she attempts another one, a sort of head and arm choke. Deville rolls onto her back, alleviating that pressure and counters the choke with a guillotine.
MR WRESTLING 3K: “Kassie has a very fast explosive wrestling style. A grappler like Deville benefits from taking her down and wearing her down.”
Maxwell wiggles her way free and hammerfists down on Deville. Deville pushes her off with her legs. Deville back to her feet, clothesline attempt, Maxwell sidesteps and grabs Deville, The Lowlander takes her up and over with a saito suplex. Deville rolls back to her feet. Kassie attempts a takedown but Deville counters it with a butterfly suplex and transitions into a cross armbreaker. Maxwell uses her long frame to get her foot on the bottom rope. The referee administers the count, Deville breaks it up at 3.
Kassie back up to her feet. Deville drops down to go behind, waistlock, picks her up, and slams Maxwell into the mat. Deville deadlift germans Maxwell up and over. Deville floats over, maintaining her lock around Maxwell’s waist. She hoists her up for another german, but Maxwell breaks her grip with some back elbows and shots to the hands. Deville shakes feeling back into her hands as Maxwell recovers. Deville charges for another grapple, but Maxwell’s knee connects with Deville’s face as she was going in!
JULIA DEMARCO: “LOWLANDER’S KISS! RIGHT ON THE BUTTON. STACY’S OUT! STACY’S OUT!!”
Kassie scrambles for the cover. 1! 2! 3!
MR WRESTLING 3K: “Just like that! Maxwell proved all it takes is one shot to take her opponent down.”
- Kassie Maxwell wins
The drums from “Shake It Off” tap count in as the lights shift to bright purples and blues. Leela bursts through the curtain with a bubbly smile on her face as the music plays. As she poses on the top of the ramp the fans erupt in a loud cheers. She slaps the gold plate of the GMSI Championship around her waist before taking it off and holding it up. The cheers getting louder at this. She drapes it over her shoulder. She begins to walk down the ramp slapping fans hands on both sides of the ramp. Running back and forth trying not to miss anyone. She stops at a young girl and takes off one of her bracelets giving it to the young fan who is very excited about this before she walks away and looks towards the ring.
MR WRESTLING 3K: “Leela Watts, despite what any critics say, is an inspiration and an amazing athlete. She's one of the hardest working talents out there today. She has been through hell and back to get to where she is right now. That's what's admirable about her. She never gives up.”
K.T. ANDERSON: “I'm sorry, did you say something, 3K? Because all I heard was she's a loser that doesn't know when she's in over her head. Tonight, is her one shot at becoming a giant in this."
Leela jumps up on the apron and sits her belt down before she slides into the ring. She grabs her title up and walks over and jumps on both sides of the ropes facing the audience. As she does her normal pose she holds the GMSI Championship up high. The bubbly smile never leaves her face as she poses and soaks in the cheers from the fans before heading to her corner to await the beginning of the match.
The tone shifts as the fast, loud bass riff of “Viking Death Machine” calls STAGG to the stage. He throws up the horns and starts headbanging along to his theme, fans are headbanging along with him. He stomps down the aisle way fist bumping those bold enough to vibe with his raw, barbarian-esque power. He stands on the apron posing for the hardcam, air guitaring with the ISGC Championship, following that he hops over the top rope and stares down Leela.
MR WRESTLING 3K: “Then you have The Berzerker known as STAGG. A ruthless renegade aiming with the sole intent of kicking ass and listening to thrash. STAGG beat Aries for the ISGC Championship and has defended it consistently. Tonight, he can add some more gold to his waist and become an even more Golden Horde. Let's take it to Valentina with the Championship introduction.”
DING! DING! DING! Spotlights pan towards the ring illuminating the two champions. The crowd are on their feet, buzzing with excitement.
VALENTINA LOVELACE: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is Champion vs Champion, Title vs Title, Winner takes all!!! Due to rules based on the Championships present, this bout will be held under GMSI rules with a 5 minute time limit. Introducing first, from Cincinnati, OH, she is the GMSI Champion... LEEELLAAAAAA WWWWAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTSSS!!!!"
Leela poses with her bright smile and championship.
VALENTINA LOVELACE: “And the opponent, from Pillager, Minnesota, he is the ISGC Champion…. THIS IS STAAAAAAAAAAAGG!!!!!”
MR WRESTLING 3K: “This gonna be a great- Wait what… We have to leave? The Skull Kids have their own commentators. Well… okay I guess.”
K.T. ANDERSON: “Sweet, I can finally use the bathroom.”
The bell is rung and STAGG RUNS OVER AND HE STAGG STOMPS THE SHIT OUT OF LEELA TO START THE MATCH! HOLY SHIT! The weight of a small viking on her upper body sends Leela into the ropes next to her and THEY FUCKING FALL OUT OF THE RING! STAGG LANDS HEAD FIRST ON THE CONCRETE! I THINK HE’S FUCKING DEAD! WELL! The Skull Referee doesn’t know what the fucking hell to do in this situation. SKW is pretty lenient on it’s ring-out counts but both of them are goddamn DEAD on the floor. So in what is a pretty fucking historic match the Skull Referee starts counting the two of them out. Wow. In the middle of the count we’re reminded there’s four minutes remaining in this match. Sure as shit isn’t if these two get counted out. It’s around the count of eighteen that STAGG pops up. He’s fine! Blood’s squirting out of the back of his fucking head but he’s FINE! IT’S FINE! Shut up! What a BEAST STAGG is! He deadlifts Leela up onto the apron. It’s when he tries to get up there with her that she boots him off. I don’t know what possesses Leela to think this is a good idea but SHE ASAI MOONSAULTS OFF OF THE APRON ONTO STAGG AND THE GUARDRAIL! SHE BOOTS SOME DUMB FUCK ON HER WAY DOWN TOO! Leela’s stomach SCREAMS at her for jumping it first onto the guardrail. Shut up you! She’s got a title to win! Three minutes to go. Ignoring her stomach she gets STAGG up and she throws him into the ring. A miracle happens when STAGG shows he’s not brain damaged enough to forget how to throw a Chop. The two take turns on the Chops. Really laying them in on each other. It’s gross in a goddamn amazing way. BIG SHOOTY HEADBUTT! THAT WAS A MISTAKE! STAGG immediately regrets his decisions. Though hey. He’s the one still standing. He takes a lllllllllloooooooooooooong ass time getting up one of the turnbuckles. I mean lllllllllllllllllllllllllloooooooooooooooooonnnnnnng.
Fucker’s going in slow motion. When it’s announced there’s only two minutes left it lights a fire under his ass. It just makes him fuck up the climb more and he’s forced to slow back down. He’s struggling to even turn around to face the ring for his Top Rope STAGG STOMP. That’s ok. Leela doesn’t mind. This gives her all the time she needs to get back up and climb up there AND HIT A SUPER LEELA BOMB OFF OF THE TIPPY FUCKING TOP OF THE TURNBUCKLE! SHE DOESN’T GET ALL OF THE ROTATION FOR HERSELF THOUGH! NOW IT’S LEELA’S TURN TO LAND HEAD FIRST! HOLY SHIT! SHE MIGHT BE CRIPPLED AFTER THAT! I THINK STAGG’S REALLY DEAD NOW! NO! HE ISN’T! He rolls away from Leela. I’m not sure if that was ring savviness or he’s just fucking gone and doesn’t even know what he’s doing. Not that Leela’s jumping on him or shit. The Skull Announcer declares TEN SECONDS LEFT. NINE. EIGHT. SEVEN. SIX. FIVE. FOUR. THREE. TWO. ONE. It’s over! The time limit has elapsed!
Everybody’s happy with a draw! I’m just kidding. Some of the degenerates here are alright with it but there’s some booing the call too. They wanted a winner. The Skull Kids come out and they’re talking to the Skull Announcer and the Skull Referee. Probably just shooting the shit. You know. Talking about Skull stuff. Bees. Hams. Hammers. Oh. The Skull Kids say the match is RESTARTING WITH AN ADDITIONAL SUDDEN DEATH FIVE MINUTES! LET’S FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
So. Uh. STAGG and Leela were pretty fucking dead the entire time that whole thing went on. I’m not even sure if they’re aware that the match ended once already. Nevermind this extra five minutes shit. Good thing it wasn’t. Like. An additional minute. These two are just goddamn out on the mat. The neckbeards here are trying to wake them the hell up but it’s not really working. Are they going to wait out the entire extra five minutes? WAIT! LEELA’S HAND’S MOVING! STAGG’S FINGERS ARE TWITCHING! They’ve probably burned through the first two minutes by the time they both sit up and they reach for the ropes. They sure as hell aren’t getting up on their own. They look like two old people using their walkers. The glazed over look in their eyes fades when they spot each other. A flicker of their brains working again. They realize the other one’s up. I’m not sure if it’s animal instinct or a second wind or whatever the fuck but they fucking BOLT at one another! They keep trying to throw out BOMBS but they both keep moving out of the way! Escaping certain doom by a goddamn HAIR! It’s coming off of the ropes that STAGG finds Leela with the LARIAT!!! SHE FLIPS AND SHE SPINS IN THE AIR FROM THE IMPACT! HE FALLS FORWARD! LEELA GRABS HIM ON THE WAY DOWN AND SHE INSIDE CRADLES STAGG! STAGG TRIES TO REVERSE IT! HE DOESN’T REVERSE IT FULLY THOUGH AND THE SKULL REFEREE HESITATES BUT COUNTS BOTH OF THEIR SHOULDERS DOWN!
Leela won??? STAGG won??? They both won??? Is this another goddamn draw?!! People are fucking confused. Not least of all Skull Referee and they counted the pin! The Skull Referee holds the ISGC World Championship and the ISGC GMSI Championship in their hands and they look between Leela and STAGG. Who do they give it to? The Skull Kids hit the ring again and they take the titles from the Skull Referee. They shout something at the Skull Announcer and wait for them to make the call.
According to the Skull Kids since both of them pinned the other and technically successfully retained their championships that’s how this is shaking out. Both champions are keeping their titles. Skull Kid 2 hands the World Championship to STAGG and Skull Kid 1 hands the GMSI Championship to Leela. Yeah. Alright. That makes sense. That’s pretty much everyone else’s reaction and they just pop and clap for the bomb ass match they saw.
MR WRESTLING 3K: “Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve reached our main event for the evening. Daniel MacNamara vs Izzy Van Doren for the NVR World Heavyweight Championship. Tonight, Izzy looks to become the first ever 2 time NVR Champion. But she’s got an old friend standing in her way…”
The crowd gets up onto their feet in anticipation.
“What’s you plan for tomorrow? Are you a leader, or will you follow?”
“Are you a fighter, or will you cower. It’s our time to take back the power!”
Izzy walks out of the curtain, her head pointed down until she’s greeted with chants of “Izzy! Izzy! Izzy!” that reverberate around The Odeum. Her head tilts up, she’s visibly holding back tears. She takes in the sight of this audience cheering her name at one of her own shows. She walks down the aisle shaking hands with fans and personally thanking the ones she could. She walks her head down.
MR WRESTLING 3K: “This is an emotional night for Izzy Van Doren. It’s her hometown, her own show, against her former best friend, for the championship she helped make. It’s been a long winding road for Izzy, but she’s made it to the promised land once again. Izzy Van Doren called her shot months ago when she won the R!ZE Championship from Eddy Poe. Since then, she turned back every challenger she faced and reached that coveted 5th defense.”
JULIA DEMARCO: “A feat that no other champion was able to do before, might I add. The first NVR Champ, first NVR R!ZE Champ to reach 5 defenses, and soon to be first ever TWO TIME NVR Champ. I am an unabashed Izzy fan, I’m sitting here commentating on one of her matches. Ugh, I can’t wait.”
Izzy makes her way around the ringside area, still fist bumping as many fans as she can. She finally makes it to her sister and nephew sitting in the front row. She gets a fist bump from Sammie and a hug from her family. She slides into the ring and walks over to the ropes, poking her head through the top and middle ropes, she throws herself back throwing up the horns and letting a death howl. Izzy’s got the tears out of her system, it’s time to fight! She sits in the corner patiently waiting for her opponent.
The long droning keyboards underscore the lights changing to rusty orange. Images of Macnamara beating Red Tiger King, fading into him turning back Diego Matias challenging for his championship, fade into Danny beating Bryan Williams. The screen shifts to a black and white shot of Daniel MacNamara walking through the backstage area, a black hood covering his head. The drums kick in. Fans are chanting along with MacNamara's song. The keyboards fade into “Miseria Cantare” as Daniel Macnamara appears on the stage enveloped in strobing lights. He throws his hood back, revealing his face painted to have scars, the scars Izzy never saw, with his championship in hand and dragging it on the floor. MacNamara has this odd zombie-like walk towards the ring. Boo’s come down as he almost struts to the ring.
K.T. ANDERSON: “Yeah yeah yeah, it’s all well and good. You suckers can have your emotions, but these are the cold hard facts. Daniel MacNamara has defended this company in a rival company and beat their top champion. Daniel MacNamara doesn’t wait for an opportunity, he makes them. Daniel MacNamara is the NVR World Champion and by the end of the night, it’s staying that way. And unlike these people in the Windy City, I will stand up and thank my Champion.”
JULIA DEMARCO: “You’re forgetting the fact that Danny turned on Karen and Izzy to join GHB, who we don’t even know if they’re here tonight! MacNamara is a sociopath and has become a paranoid lunatic.”
K.T. ANDERSON: “I’d keep that lunatic talk to yourself, Jules. Unless you want a chainsaw pointed at you.”
MacNamara walks up the rings steps before gliding between the ropes to take center stage. His head slowly turns to Izzy’s direction, the two scowl at each other. The lights dim as the spotlights are pointed at the ring.
VALENTINA LOVELACE: “The following contest is your MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING and is for the NVR WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first, the challenger, FROM CHICAGO, ILLINOIS…, she is a member Poor Life Choices, THE NOTORIOUS I.V.D., IZZY VAAAAAAAN DOOOOOOOREEEN!!!”
The fans unite in one big cheer for Izzy. “IZZY! IZZY! IZZY!”
VALENTINA LOVELACE: “And the opponent, from Armagh, Northern Ireland, he is a member of the Genocidal Hate Brigade, he is the NVR WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, DANIEL MACNAMAAAAAAAAAAARAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
The match didn’t erupt into an immediate explosion like half of the fans probably expected it to. No, the two stared at each other for a moment, after all, how long had it been since they’d seen each other in person since Danny’s turn? They’d gone from inseparable to separated, and now they stared each other down. This was real. This was undeniable. Danny reached out with both arms, almost as if to embrace the woman who was quick to smack his hands. Not a word left her, but the glare in her eyes warned him to take this seriously, and from Danny’s mocking smile, it seemed that he opted not to heed her, or he was goading her into attacking first. He said something that the mic couldn’t quite pick up, but it was enough to make Izzy lash out with a hard boot tip that she drove right into him above his waist, a shot that could’ve dropped nearly anyone! A shot that Danny was responding to by snatching hold of her leg and lifting her up by it, turning that single leg counter shoot into high crotch lift that had Danny absolutely slamming Izzy to the mat like an alligator with its food. The ring shook, but Izzy wasn’t out, even as her back came off the mat from the initial reaction to the pain, she was suddenly hammering down hard elbow shots towards his head, intent on cutting him with the edges of those downward hellbows to force him off of her, to rob him of his advantage of being on top!
Izzy begins to work the arm by hammerlocking it and bringing Danny down to her level. Danny with some jabs to the midsection sends Izzy off him. Danny gets to his feet and charges at his opponent. Izzy sidesteps and sends Danny out of the ring. Izzy follows it up with a suicide dive that sends both reeling into the guardrail. Izzy is back up to her feet and throws Danny back in and begins to mount and lay in strikes again. Danny catches a left and gets to a mounted position of his own and starts to strike down on Izzy.
Danny uses the ropes to get to his feet and goes for clothesline but Izzy catches the arm, bringing her elbow down on the shoulder, and causing Danny to crash into the mat. She tries to transition into the Coral Fang, but Danny scrambles and gets to the ropes, forcing a break. Izzy gets to her feet watching intently. Danny looks back in anger as Izzy responds with a cheeky smirk.
German suplex attempt by Izzy, blocked by Danny, he slaps the hands freeing himself and connects with a rounding enzuigiri to Izzy. He runs towards the ropes, but Izzy follows him. Izzy with an attempted victory roll, but Danny blocks it. MacNamara wheelbarrows Izzy up and he’s going for the finish already?!
K.T. ANDERSON: “Danny almost has the Bad Dog’s Bite in already! He’s gonna end it!”
Izzy breaks free and does roll up Danny but only for a two. Danny rolls out of the ring to catch his breath. Izzy charges with a suicide dive again, but this time he sidesteps her as Izzy crashes into the metal guardrail!!! The steel rails jump back about 2-3 feet as Izzy lies in a heap on the ground. Danny stares wide eyed as Izzy is practically motionless. He crawls on his hands and knees over to check on Izzy, he pulls her up and is shocked at what happened. The side of Izzy’s head is gushing blood.
JULIA DEMARCO: “Oh my god…”
K.T. ANDERSON: “These are the risks Izzy takes when she wrestles like a daredevil.”
It’s pooling on the mats on the floor and running down the side of her face and onto her shirt. He tosses Izzy back in and goes for the cover. 1! 2! Izzy barely gets the shoulder up.
K.T. ANDERSON: “YOU’RE KIDDING?!?”
Danny sits up in shock. The force and velocity Izzy crashed into the rail could take any normal person down. Izzy is in a daze as she crawls around on the mat. Danny follows her and seizes her legs and transitions into a cloverleaf submission. Izzy screams out in pain. The fans rally behind their hometown girl. Danny wrenches back as Izzy is frantically looking for a way out of this.
MR WRESTLING 3K: “That cut is right above the left eye and Izzy is bleeding buckets right now! A very bad laceration.”
Izzy wills herself into the ropes to catch a break. Danny has Izzy reeling in the ropes. A running knee crumbles her one more time. Danny glares at his opponent stalking his prey. He turns and bounces off the ropes and grabs onto Izzy, bounces his legs off the ropes, and comes back down into a big release german suplex that sends Izzy flying. Her body clatters on the mat landing high on the back and falling to her front. Danny flips her lifeless body over and goes for the cover. 1! 2! TH-NOOO!!! 2.9999!!!
MacNamara produces a pair of handcuffs from his tights. He muscles Izzy face down on the mat and begins to cuff her hands in front of her. Izzy tries to wriggle free but can’t under Danny’s weight. The cuffs are locked in and Izzy is trying to get them off, she rises to her feet, only to be taken back down with a right hand from MacNamara. He mounts Van Doren and begins to rain down more rights and lefts until Izzy bucks him off. MacNamara grabs Izzy by the back of the head and lifts her to her feet, but she retaliates with some elbows to the midsection. Izzy attempts to run away, but Danny slams her to the mat after grabbing her head again. Now, MacNamara climbs out of the ring and grabs a shillelagh. Danny stalks Izzy trying to get to her feet. Danny swings at the knee, but Izzy jumps over it. Izzy bounces off the ropes, Danny swings for the head, but Izzy powerslides under the weapon. Izzy turns and lands an enzuigiri on the side of Danny’s head. Both wrestlers are down. Suddenly the lights flicker.
Out of the crowd, it’s a group of nameless GHB cronies decked out in black. They circle the ring, no doubt here for Danny and to take down Izzy. The lights flicker again and black out.
The opening breakdown of "King of Amarillo" by Issues hits the PA, getting a loud, immediate response of cheers from the crowd. A.J. MORALES bolts down the entrance way and jumps on one of the GHB fans. The other two circle and start to dogpile Morales when out of the crowd comes Nixie Caine! She separates the GHB rookies and gets Morales to safety in the ring. The three GHB lackeys attack Caine when the lights go out again. The sounds of a Tardis being warped into the arena sends the crowd roaring for Anna Daniels’ arrival!
K.T. ANDERSON: “What the hell?! I thought she was banned.”
MR WRESTLING 3K: “Like Anna was ever gonna follow that rule anyway."
She bursts out of a makeshift phone box door. She charges down the ramp and helps Nixie in taking down the GHB interference. Daniels and Caine fend off the opposition and get a major assist from Morales who does a tope over the top rope. The fans erupt as it seems the threat is successfully warded off when one of the GHB affiliates slides a chair between Danny and Izzy, before he can attack though, Daniels, Morales, and Caine send him and his friends up the ramp and to the back.
Danny crawls on his hands and knees towards the chair in the center of the ring. He inches closer and closer, pain etched onto his face. His hand finally makes contact with the chair. He starts to pull it away, but a boot stomps down on the chair. Danny looks up. His eyes widened. He mouths “No… No…” at the sight in front of him!
JULIA DEMARCO: "IT’S KAREN! KAREN WILLOW IS HERE!!"
In that moment, the original members of PLC in one spot. Karen stands on the chair as Danny looks up at her. He’s exhausted from the match, he tries to pull the chair out from under her, but can’t muster the strength in his arm. Karen can barely look at the man in front of her. A beaten, broken mess. She covers her mouth and looks to be on the verge of tears. Danny begs Karen to step off, but she just hangs her head. Danny slowly rises to his knees, asking… pleading with Karen to stay out of this.
MR WRESTLING 3K: "God damn it Karen! Stand up for yourself! Don’t throw this away!!"
Karen’s foot slowly rises off the chair. Danny’s crooked smile stretches ear to ear.
JULIA DEMARCO: "No! No!"
K.T. ANDERSON: "She’s standing with her former partner, you idiots! She’s doing what’s best for them! You would know the feeling if someone actually cared about you!"
Karen turns her back on Danny, pointing her head in the turnbuckle. Izzy’s lifeless body is dragged to the center of the ring by Danny. He slams her head on the back of the chair. Danny picks up another chair. He stares blankly down on Izzy. He slowly, gingerly lifts the chair over his head. He lets out a low angry scream, and begins to bring it down on Izzy’s head. Karen grabs the chair! The two ex lovers play tug of war with the chair. Danny berates Karen! Karen retaliates by kicking Danny square in the balls!
JULIA DEMARCO: "YES! YES! KAREN! YEEES!!!"
Danny crumbles to his knees again, unable to catch his breath. His face is buried in the canvas. Izzy has risen up to one knee. She gets to her feet and eyes Karen across the ring. The two women lock eyes, Danny pulls his head up and looks at the two. Karen throws the chair out of the ring and blows a kiss MacNamara mouths the word, “Fuck…”.
Izzy charges from behind and grabs the arm! Danny is fighting as best he can, but Izzy is vicious! Izzy knees Danny in the temple to get him to stop squirming. She brings his arm back and locks in the Coral Fang!! Danny's in the middle of the ring and the bottom rope might as well be a mile away! Izzy wrenches back, Danny's neck almost folding back on itself. Danny rolls back, but Izzy maintains the hold! Izzy starts bringing back elbows into head and ribs of her opponent. Izzy finally uses the handcuff in Danny's eyes and pulls his head back. Danny screaming in pain he finally taps out on the mat. Izzy releases the hold and falls back in a heap.
- Izzy Van Doren wins
VALENTINA LOVELACE: "Here is your winner and NEEEEEEW NVR WORLD CHAMPION: IZZY… VAAAAAAAN DOREEEEEEN!!!!"
MR WRESTLING 3K: "The chicago crowd is going absolutely crazy after seeing Chi-Town’s Favorite Gal win the big one tonight!"
JULIA DEMARCO: "I'M CRYING!!! OH MY GOOOOOOOOOD!!!"
Izzy is handed the NVR World Championship. Holding it, seeing her reflection in the gold for the first time in what feels like ages. She kneels over pressing her face on the gold savoring the moment. She slowly gets to her feet with help from Karen Willow as Danny rolls out of the ring, leaving with his GHB stablemates. Izzy hugs Karen one more time before asking her to leave as well. Izzy limps around the ring holding the NVR Championship up high. She asks for a microphone.
IZZY VAN DOREN: "I want to thank each and every one of you from the bottom of my heart. Thank you for coming out and watching us do what we love. I hope this shit was well worth the wait. I hope I delivered on one of the best shows you will ever see. And I hope *this* is an image that will last for a long time…"
The lights flicker as we hear the wailing sounds of guitars and keyboards. It kicks into “Passenger” by Deftones as Jack Tillman shuffles from out of the curtain with his NVR Championship Briefcase in hand. The Chicago fans are booing the holy hell out of him as they know exactly what’s happening. Some fans are pleading with Tillman to “don’t do it” and “turn around”. Still he struts down the aisle towards the ring with Izzy still in it. He makes it to the apron when Izzy rushes him and takes him down with a baseball slide dropkick! The crowd erupts as their champion shows some fighting spirit left! She stands on the apron as Tillman recovers and smashes the briefcase into Izzy’s knee. She falls, her back smashes against the apron before falling face first to the mats on the outside. Tillman strips away his entrance jacket and throws Izzy into the ring. Izzy holds her knee close to her body crying in pain. Tillman hands the briefcase to the referee. The ref almost pleads with Tillman not to do this as well. But he emphatically tells him to tell the crowd what he’s doing. The referee regrettably walks over to Valentina Lovelace awaiting the call.
VALENTINA LOVELACE: Ladies and gentlemen, I’ve been informed that Jack Tillman… is CASHING IN on his NVR World Championship match!
The heat Tillman has has gone absolutely nuclear! You can’t hear the commentary the boos are so loud. Izzy can barely stand on her knee as Tillman looks like a snake ready to claim his prey. The referee asks Izzy if she’s able to continue. She gives a nod and the bell rings. Tillman rushes Izzy in the corner, landing some heavy blows that makes her crumble back to the mat. Tillman is raining down jabs, forearms, hammer fists, whatever it takes to make sure Izzy will not get back up. The referee backs Tillman off as Izzy is helpless on the mat. She uses the ropes as aid to help her up, but Tillman is right there with a knee that damn near sends her flying out of the ring. Tillman grabs Izzy by the hair and stands her up, rear waistlock, readies the ripcord, drags his thumb across Izzy’s neck, spins her out, and completely annihilates her with the Ballroom Blitz lariat. Tillman hooks the leg and pins Izzy’s shoulder down.
1! 2! 3!
- Jack Tillman wins
VALENTINA LOVELACE: Here is your winner AND NEW NVR WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION… JAAAACK TILLMAAAAAAAN!!!
The Ripper stands over Izzy’s broken body with the championship and a smile on his face. He soaks in the boos as fans are throwing actual trash at Tillman. A cup of beer flies, but Tillman swipes it out of the air, and flipping off every fan in attendance. We fade to black on Chris Constantine Jr walking out of the curtain with an ice pack on his neck, laughing at Izzy's dismay in the ring.
SERENA: “TELL ME I’M SPECIAL!!!!!”
Johnson pulls out a staple gun and plants one in Maxwell’s forehead, point blank. Maxwell back bumps and rolls out of the ring. Seldon rushes Johnson while he isn’t looking and tackles him to the ground, raining lefts and rights. Seldon pops up to her feet, getting the crowd riled up, only to turn around into a bundle of light tubes being thrown at her by ARIES from the hole. ARIES crawls out and pushes Johnson out of the ring. ARIES picks Seldon up and throws her into the corner. CHOP. CHOP. CHOP. Seldon falls to the mat and out of the ring. ARIES follows her out.
They round the corner of the ring and ARIES stands a few feet away from Johnson with a cane in his hand again. ARIES doesn’t want any of that again and turns around, but Johnson chases him down. ARIES can’t shake Johnson even after doing a lap around the ring. ARIES makes it past another corner, Johnson is close behind but Maxwell is there with a leaping hurricanrana after using the ring steps as a catapult. ARIES wipes his brow thinking he’s in the clear only to walk into a light tube thwack from Seldon. Seldon whips ARIES into the barricade, his back clatters against the metal. Meanwhile, Maxwell and Johnson are battling up the entrance way and out to the merch tables.
Maxwell and Johnson make their way down the wrestler aisle. A stiff right sends Maxwell reeling, Johnson grabs an ARIES shirt and begins to blow his nose with it, Maxwell approaches, and Johnson uses it to smother Maxwell!! Maxwell escapes with a throat punch.
At ringside, Seldon has pulled out a table and leans it in the corner of the ring. ARIES trips up Seldon and drags her out of the ring. He posts her up... well… against the ring post. He rears his hand back and attempts a CHOP(™) but Seldon moves out of the way and ARIES’ hand clatters with the ring post!
Maxwell lays Johnson out with a Michinoku Driver on the floor. Maxwell returns her gaze to the ring and marches back. Maxwell is back and begins to brawl with Seldon again. Seldon shoves her off and throws The Unexplainable back into the ring. Seldon is about to follow, but ARIES has recovered and pulls Seldon back out. ARIES is swinging wildly, but Seldon rises with a Shoryuken. The two look up and get met with a suicide dive from Maxwell. Maxwell goes to whip ARIES into the barricade, but ARIES reverses it, but Maxwell stops her momentum just in time. ARIES charges, and Serena answers with a back body drop over the barricade. Seldon attacks while Maxwell is distracted and clotheslines her and herself over, clattering on top of ARIES in the process. Seldon and Maxwell are brawling back towards the entrance way. Maxwell smacks Seldon’s head off one of the merch stands.
MAVERICK: “Oi, the fuck?”
Maxwell grabs Maverick by his shirt collar and biels him at Seldon. ARIES rushes in and begins raining clubs down on Maxwell. Meanwhile, Santana has made his way to the top of the commentary perch about 30 feet high.
JOHNSON: “MOVE BITCHES.”
Santana leaps off the balcony and crashes into ARIES and Serena. Santana rests from crashing before slowly getting to his feet, dusting himself off, and grabbing Lisa Seldon by her hair and dragging her back to the ring.
Johnson rolls Seldon into the ring. Johnson stalks his prey as Seldon looks to recover. Johnson is about to attack when he’s kicked between the legs by ARIES. ARIES picks up Seldon and looks to hit the piledriver, but Seldon trips the legs, grabs them and flips over ARIES.
1! 2! Kickout by ARIES.
Seldon pops up, and rearranges the table. She stands it up on its legs pointing out of the corner. She puts ARIES on it and slowly scales the ropes. Seldon looks to be going for some sort of move off the top, but ARIES stops her! The two are trading blows on the turnbuckles. ARIES with a headbutt, Seldon with a forearm, ARIES with a headbutt, Seldon with a forearm, repeat, repeat. Seldon looks to be edging out after a series of rights and a headbutt, ARIES is teetering, Seldon is about to deliver the final shot, until ARIES uncorks the Master of all Knock out punches. ARIES uses the bad hand but still knocks Seldon for a loop. He shakes feeling back into it and grabs Lisa, tucking her head between his legs, and drops off the top rope with an Avalanche Piledriver through the table!!! ARIES floats over into the cover.
1! 2! 3!!!
- ARIES wins
INTERMISSION SO WE CAN CLEAN THIS PLACE UP.
The camera pulls back, finding Michael Hayden outside enjoying the night view. He’s dressed casually, the overcoat necessary given the temperature even now. Hayden eyes the camera, beckoning it closer as he fumbles around in his pockets.
HAYDEN: “If you asked me six months ago, I would’ve told you that I love Skye Healy.”
A low sigh, a strike of a wooden match. Bringing itt near his mouth, letting it light the cigar before the flame was snuffed out.
HAYDEN: “I wouldn’t be the only one, either. Her and Kassie were friends, using that as motivation to work harder and drive each other to be their best. I’d see them at open ring, going over drills to the point where they could do it without thinking. Students loved her, the staff loved her, she was adored.”
There it was, a mirthless smile punctuated by a soft drag, the smoke floating in the night sky after he exhaled.
HAYDEN: “But today? Today I plan on beating the shit out of her.”
Another drag, Hayden softly exhaling as he leaned back against the wall.All we hear is the nightlife for a few seconds, the cars driving around as Hayden continues to look up at the stars.
HAYDEN: “Six months. How time flies...”
HAYDEN: “If you asked me six months ago, I would’ve told you that I love Skye Healy.”
A low sigh, a strike of a wooden match. Bringing itt near his mouth, letting it light the cigar before the flame was snuffed out.
HAYDEN: “I wouldn’t be the only one, either. Her and Kassie were friends, using that as motivation to work harder and drive each other to be their best. I’d see them at open ring, going over drills to the point where they could do it without thinking. Students loved her, the staff loved her, she was adored.”
There it was, a mirthless smile punctuated by a soft drag, the smoke floating in the night sky after he exhaled.
HAYDEN: “But today? Today I plan on beating the shit out of her.”
Another drag, Hayden softly exhaling as he leaned back against the wall.All we hear is the nightlife for a few seconds, the cars driving around as Hayden continues to look up at the stars.
HAYDEN: “Six months. How time flies...”
“I'M ONLY HAPPY WHEN IT RAINS...”
Skye Healy walks out amidst panning and strobing yellow purple lights. She spins around showing off her high collared jacket that has “Limitless” emblazoned on the back of it. Her head peaks around the collar and winks to the camera. She walks down the aisle with confidence and poise as her arms stretch out soaking in the reaction from the crowd.
VALENTINA LOVELACE: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall! From Vancouver, BC, she is the Limitless Wrestling World Champion, she is “Limitless” Skye Healy.”
K.T. ANDERSON: “She is beauty. She is grace. She will ask you for an interview and then punch you in the face. The Limitless Lioness, Skye Healy.”
JULIA DEMARCO: “Oooh, If you don’t mind me taking charge here guys. I have the most experience with this feud.”
She sits on the apron before sliding into the ring on her back. She pops up staring into the hard cam with her dark eyes. She begins to pull off her ring jacket. She sits on the bottom turnbuckle waiting for her opponent.
The lights dim down. The stringed instruments begin to play. A long intro video depicts a plague doctor walking among fields. As the drums kick into “Kashmir” by Bond and Michael Hayden shuffles out from behind the curtain. His masked face looks at both sides of the crowd, taking a look at his surroundings. Letting the umbrella rest over his shoulder, Hayden takes a moment to soak in the atmosphere. Hayden begins marching down the aisle, intense focus on Skye in the ring.
VALENTINA LOVELACE: And the opponent, from The Shores of La Jolla in San Diego, California, he is “Limitless” MICHAEL HAAAAAAAYDEEEEN!!
Hayden hops onto the ring apron before raising the umbrella into the air. Stepping inside the ring, Hayden removes the mask, staring daggers at his opponent.
JULIA DEMARCO: “It was in December, when Skye Healy kicked Michael Hayden in the face, turning her back on her mentor and defecting to Lions Pro. We didn’t see Hayden for months after until he chose to make his presence known by surprise attacking Healy’s partner in crime Michael Murtagh.”
K.T. ANDERSON: “It’s a shocker, but I’m siding with Skye on this one! Hayden has said it before, she was just as good as him. That boot was only a confirmation of that. That’s why she’s World Champ in HIS company.”
Maintaining eye contact, Hayden removes his jacket, handing it to a ringside worker before stretching for his match.
SKYE HEALY VS MICHAEL HAYDEN
(Anyone from Limitless/Lion’s Den is banned from ringside)
(Anyone from Limitless/Lion’s Den is banned from ringside)
Healy and Hayden circle around the ring. Healy attempts a knuckle lock, but Hayden is quick with the go behind, rear waistlock, Healy drops her hips, whipping Hayden over her. Hayden and Healy back to their feet. Hayden uses his muscle to catch Healy with a front facelock. Hayden with a modified gator roll to disorient Healy. Healy is scrambling for any sort of refuge. She trips Hayden up and his back crashes into the mat. Healy with a stomp down but Hayden rolls out of the way. The two are at a stand still.
MR WRESTLING 3K: “We knew these two would be pretty even. Hayden’s got the veteran edge, but for every hold Healy’s had some sort of counter.”
Knuckle lock from both competitors, the two struggle for dominance, but Hayden starts to edge out. Healy falls to her back, pressing her boots into Hayden’s stomach. She pops Hayden up and uses the inertia to bring her back to her feet. Healy trips Hayden again. Maintaining the knuckle lock, she plants her knees on Hayden’s shoulders.
1! 2! Hayden pops his hips and shoulders up. Healy kicks at the thighs. Hayden falls again.
1! 2! Hayden pops up and this time bucks Healy off balance.
Collar and elbow tie up, Hayden with an arm wringer. Healy yells out in pain as Hayden twists her arm in its socket. Healy rolls forward. On the ground, she pulls her arm towards her causing Hayden to lean forward, and Healy uses her long legs to land a kick across Hayden’s head. He releases the hold and Healy kips up.
K.T. ANDERSON: “YES. RIGHT IN HIS DUMB FACE. KICK HIM AGAIN, SKYE!”
Skye has the advantage now, backing Hayden into the corner with several strikes before unleashing a vicious chop that leaves the crowd wincing. Looking proud of herself, Skye goes to whip Hayden into the opposite corner, only for Hayden to reverse, sending her into the turnbuckles. Hayden comes in hot, connecting with a leaping back elbow before jumping up, delivering a spinning enzuigiri that sends Skye down to the mat.
Healy rises as Hayden goes for a superkick, Healy catches it, spins Hayden out, and counters with a superkick of her own. Hayden is dazed. Healy with a boot that shoves Hayden into the ropes. Hayden bounces off and gets taken down with a hip toss. Skye with a back handspring and a low dropkick right to the side of Hayden’s head.
The camera pans over to Michael Murtagh cheering on his comrade in Healy.
Healy grabs the arm, but Hayden reverses it and trips her up, causing her to face plant into the mat. Hayden looks over to Murtagh, scowling, then returns his attention to Healy getting to all fours, he flashes a smirk... and grabs at Healy, looking for the Limitless Lock(Crossface Chickenwing)!
Healy is scratching and clawing for her life as Murtagh is shaking the guard rails, going absolutely nuts. Healy rolls to a seated position, but Hayden is locked in. Healy is reaching out across the way for Murtagh. Hayden pulls Healy back to the mat, Healy is like a turtle that can’t get back to its feet. Suddenly, Healy uses her legs to pop her hips up, Hayden’s shoulders are on the mat.
1! 2! Hayden releases the hold before it’s too late. Healy is barely conscious. Hayden has control, lifting Skye to her feet before hooking her for a Suplex. Skye tries to block the attempt, but Hayden connects with two strikes to the side before lifting her into the air. The fight’s not out of Skye yet though, as she floats over before dropping Hayden with a neckbreaker! The two competitors are both on the mat, the red checking on them briefly before beginning their count.
Skye and Hayden are standing toe to toe, exchanging strikes, neither willing to back down. Hayden looks to be gaining the advantage before Skye connects with an eye rake, leaving Hayden stumbling in a daze. Skye sees her advantage, connecting with a single leg dropkick that cracks him in the skull, sending him down to the mat. Skye sees her moment, rushing to the top rope before leaping off for the Skye High… but Hayden gets his knees up just in time, driving the wind out of Skye! He hooks her with an inside cradle!
1.. 2.. Skye kicks out!
Hayden slams his hands on the mat, huffing and puffing. His eyes grow wide as he stares down at Healy trying to get air back in her lungs. He jolts to his feet and locks in a grounded top wristlock, Healy scrambles for safety, but Hayden slowly stands up. Hayden’s eyes are devoid of mercy or empathy, he’s ready to end this. He drives his boot into the point of Healy’s elbow. She immediately starts jumping around screaming in agony. The referee rushes over to check on her. Healy is holding onto her arm. “I can’t feel it” she says as the referee tries to examine for himself. Hayden glares. But then, his expression changes to genuine remorse, shocked at what he resorted to to beat his former student. Hayden tries to see her, but Skye is weary of seeing him. The referee backs him off, but Hayden brushes him to the side. Healy has tears streaming down her face after possibly breaking her arm. Hayden is in there checking on Healy.
HAYDEN: “Skye, let me help you…”
Skye looks up at her former mentor with worry and fear. She breathes heavily as she looks down again.
HEALY: “I can’t feel anything below my elbow!”
Hayden presses on the joint, Healy jolts around in pain at the slightest touch. Healy holds her arm as she rests on the bottom turnbuckle, crying into the padding.
MR WRESTLING 3K: “You know. It was bound to happen. We knew these two were gonna get heated. We knew it would be ugly. But we didn’t want it to end like this.”
K.T. ANDERSON: “Hayden should absolutely be ashamed of himself...”
Healy is crying in the corner, beating on the mat with her good hand. Hayden is beside himself, frustration sets in as he chastises himself. Hayden eyes Michael Murtagh in the crowd, standing in his chair, blatantly critiquing Hayden.
MICHAEL MURTAGH: "The hell is wrong with you?! You trying to injure her on purpose, you son of a bitch?!?"
He’s back in to calm her down and hold her. Hayden offers Healy his hand, apologizing profusely. Healy is cautious at first, but the fans will her on to accept the hand. Healy reaches up, and grabs Hayden helps his former trainee to her feet. Hayden brings her in for a hug. Her face buried into his chest. Healy keeps her head down.
MR WRESTLING 3K: "You hate to see a good match end this way. But if it mends this relationship, it just might be..."
Hayden lets go of Skye for only a second. Suddenly, Skye springs to life, grabbing the arm, wringing it, and driving Hayden face and shoulder first into the turnbuckle!
MR WRESTLING 3K: “WHAT?!”
K.T. ANDERSON: “Healy’s elbow isn’t broken!”
JULIA DEMARCO: “Of all the lowbrow things Healy has done!!”
Healy shows her elbow is fine by crotch chopping at Hayden. Healy gets a running start, rounding the corners of the ring as Hayden is getting to his feet. BIG BOOT IN THE CORNER. Genuine euphoria is pictured on her face as she’s booted Hayden’s face into the back row. Her smile beaming, a sick smile.
K.T. ANDERSON: “It’s a freaking miracle she’s able to move her arm as she hits The Skye Scraper! Give that woman a Grammy, an Emmy, an Oscar, whatever the hell it is.”
JULIA DEMARCO:
Healy throws Hayden to the mat and scales the turnbuckles. She’s all smiles as she leaps off the top rope and crashes down on her opponent with the Skye High(Split Legged Frog Splash)! Skye hooks the leg. 1! 2! 3!
- Skye Healy wins
Skye rises to her feet smiling ear to ear as she looks over to her trainer, Michael Murtagh, in the front row. He's elated, practically over the moon, and applauding his pupil. She exits the ring and sits on the guardrail, arm over Murtagh's shoulder. The two Lion's Den members laugh at Hayden still trying to get air in his body.
FOUR CORNERS TAG TEAM ELIMINATION
HOLLY/CHARLOTTE VS DESTROY ALL VS ANA/ALLISTER vs BAD & BOUJEE
HOLLY/CHARLOTTE VS DESTROY ALL VS ANA/ALLISTER vs BAD & BOUJEE
Charlotte offers to shake hands with Annica. Greene responds with a slap across the face. Angry, Charlotte returns the slap and takes her down with a modified throw and kicks her between the shoulder blades. Charlotte jumps on Annica and tries to ground and pound her but Annica rolls free and slides under the ropes. Charlotte though charges across the ring and hits a suicide dive, taking Annica down. She gets to her feet right away and yells to the crowd as Fujikawa charges with a suicide dive of her own. Aliyah is in now and takes out Fujikawa with a somersault plancha. Ana Hayden is in next. She bounces off the ropes, but is cut off by Aiso with a boot under the jaw. Allister is in to save her friend laying in forearms. Holly pulls Allister away, knuckle lock, chop to the chest, Holly climbs the ropes and walks the top rope like a trapeze artist. She salutes and jumps off with a falling senton to the outside. Aiso is outnumbered with the Hellcats in the ring. Aiso rushes Hayden, but Ana back body drops her over the ropes and down to the bodies below. Ana and Allister nod to each other. Meowly runs first and attempts a somersault plancha but hangs onto the rope, pulling it down for a tope con hilo from Hayden. Meowly skins the cat… kinda… and is back in the ring. She scales the turnbuckles and looks at the pool of bodies battling it out. Meowly leaps off the rop with a cannonball senton taking out everyone.
The final sequence saw Ana almost kick Alyiah's head off her shoulders followed by Allister lifting Greene up and dropping her with the Cattitude Adjustment. Allister covered as Ana stopped Annica from breaking the pin up.
Elimination 1: Bad & Boujee
This was a stiff round as Ana and Fujikawa of Destroy All entered the match. The two battled in a Strong Style showcase. The two traded kicks, forearms, they just threw bombs at each other. Ana sprang off the ropes with a high crossbody onto both her opponents, but looked to have tweaked her knee on the landing. Meowly makes the blind tag. She rushes in and immediately gets clobbered with Koppu kick. Meowly swings for a clothesline, but Destroy All take Hayden off the apron and take Meowly out with the Lullaby Facemelter(Straight Jacket German/Lariat combo).
Elimination 2: Allister Meowly & Ana Hayden
Allister smacks the mat in frustration as Ana looks on in disappointment.
ALLISTER MEOWLY: "No, no no no wait I can be a Hellcat! I promise!"
Ana leaves with a frustrated look on her face as Allister follows looking worried that her chances of becoming a member of HSDS just ran out again.
Holly and Charlotte have the unfortunate task of trying to take down Fujikawa and Aiso. The two look promising as Buck shows a lot of fire against Aiso. Holly stands on the apron, waiting for Aiso to rise to her feet. As she does, Holly slingshots between the ropes and hits a spear. She rolls off and pulls Aiso by the hair, only to kick her in the face. She hits a pair of running sentons. She waits for Aiso to slowly get up and signals to the crowd before charging in for her version of the Shining Wizard, “Holy Guacamole!” but gets intercepted by Fujikawa!! Ultimately, it’s Holly who falls victim to the Equal Dragon Weapon(Fire Thunder throw to Neckbreaker).
Elimination 3: Holly Guacamole & Charlotte O’Buck
- Destroy All wins
“AMERICA…. AMERICAAAAAA”
The Team America theme kicks in as the Chicago crowd chants along “AMERICAAA. FUCK YEAH!” to the song. Jack Danielson bursts out of the curtain, throwing up the one finger, and the American flag wrapped around his neck like a cape. He steps down the aisle with the stride and intensity only a true American can have!
VALENTINA LOVELACE: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Coming to the ring, from the Good Ol’ USA, weighing 225 lbs, JACK DANIELSOOOOOON!!!
K.T. ANDERSON: With all that's going on in the world today, it's nice to see a blue collar American standing up for what's right: kicking Erik Holland's doughy ass."
Jack enters the ring waving Old Glory around and saluting. The fans chant “U! S! A!” along with Danielson as he hands his ring jacket off to a ringside hand.
The lights dim, kicking into the drop in Solway Firth by Slipknot. A wall of smoke erupts from the stage and the hulking form of Erik Holland comes through it, eyes wide with intensity, his face hidden by the leather entrance mask, his focus solely locked on his opponent in the ring. Holland erupts, becoming a super ball of intensity, bouncing off the crowd left and right as he makes his way down to the ring, whipping them and himself into a barely containable frenzy.
VALENTINA LOVELACE: “Coming down the aisle, from Silent Hill, he is “The Weapon X” ERIK HOOOOLLLLANNNND!
K.T. ANDERSON: “And here comes The Bye Bye Man!”
JULIA DEMARCO: “The WHO?!?”
K.T. ANDERSON: “I don’t know that’s like one of his nicknames or something.”
Holland careens under the bottom rope. He lunges at the referee and/or the ring announcer, ending up sticking his head and upper body through the top and middle ropes, just staring out at the roiling, moshing swarm of fans as if he were an animal that just got let off it's leash. Holland rips off his entrance mask, mugging for the camera. Holland falls back against a turnbuckle pad with his ass on the mat with a thousand yard stare just locked onto his opponent. The lights return to normal as Holland is ready for the fight.
JACK DANIELSON VS ERIK HOLLAND
The bell rings.
MR WRESTLING 3K: “The bell sounds and we are in deep on this one folks. It’s not gonna be pretty or flashy. It’s just two bar room brutes going at it.”
JULIA DEMARCO: “I'm not much of a glutton for violence, but I hope these two meat wagons beat the bajeezus out of each other."
The action starts hot as Danielson ducks a line from Holland. The two turn around and start throwing punches, one after the after. Erik gets the upper hand, whipping Danielson into the ropes, Danielson back in and gets dropped with a Thesz Press by Holland. Weapon X brings down some punches on Danielson’s dome. Holland pops back up to his feet letting out another roar as Danielson gets to his feet, and into a strong collar and elbow tie up. The two bulls lock horns. But that shit goes nowhere, as they break it up and immediately start chopping each other! Danielson backs Holland off with some jabs right on the jaw, whips him off the ropes. Holland hooks the ropes and charges, but Danielson evades a big boot. Stand still as the two grimace at each other.
Knuckle lock from both competitors. Chest to chest, the two jockey for the upper hand. Holland with a sort of monkey flip that sends Danielson barreling out of the ring. Holland gets the crowd riled up and goes for a baseball slide, but Danielson moves out of the way. He whips Holland and sends him crashing into the steel barricade. Holland writhes on the matted floor. Danielson’s game plan is evident: focus on the injured back. The assault on the back continues as Danielson drives Holland into the turnbuckle post back first. Holland winces in pain, crumbling to his knees. He crawls as Danielson looks to use the time to catch his wind. Danielson from behind, Holland counters with a back elbow. Holland attempts to rally back, but Danielson snuffs him out with a kick to the gut. Holland doubles over. The American Jackass eyes his opponent, then eyes the apron, then back to his opponent, a smile comes across his face. He hooks Holland for a powerbomb. Holland wriggles free and begins throwing punches to Danielson’s face followed by some chops. Holland pulls back for another punch, but Danielson is quick with a jab to the throat. Holland gasps for air as Danielson quickly hooks him again, hoists him and drives him back first into the apron with a powerbomb.
Danielson throws Holland into the ring. Lateral press, 1! 2! Kickout from Holland. Danielson urges Holland to get back to his feet. Holland is on spaghetti legs as he swipes at Danielson, but misses. Holland stumbles and is held up by the ropes. Holland gives another go at getting to his feet, this time supported by the ropes. Danielson lays in a sick chop that cracks throughout the building across Holland’s pecs. Holland puffs his chest out more and Danielson gives him another! Holland roars in Danielson’s face and connects with a chop across the chest of Danielson. Holland bounces off the ropes and connects with a boot to Danielson, who’s on his knees.
Holland takes control of the match. Danielson recovers in the corner. Holland charges and lands a jumping knee in the corner, and another, followed by a lariat that squishes the air out of Danielson. The referee backs Holland out of the corner giving Danielson some time to get his wind back. Holland scales the ropes, possibly looking for some mounted punches, but Danielson blocks it and shoves Holland off, sending him crashing onto the mat. Danielson follows it with a soccer ball kick to the back. Holland absorbs it! Danielson with another kick. Holland absorbs that one too! Holland rises to his feet, Danielson is in angered shock. Danielson responds with some slaps, followed by some straight punches to the head. Danielson follows the striking combination with a big headbutt, but Holland absorbs it and connects with a lariat that downs both competitors! Holland gets to his feet, Danielson is up next, he turns into a spiking DDT from Holland. Danielson is up again and takes a swing, Holland looks for a sleeperhold, but Danielson drops down, sending Holland over. Danielson regains the upper hand for the moment with a shoulder tackle that floors Holland. Danielson loads up for his Great American Bash rolling elbow, as he turns back around, Holland clatters him with a Superman Punch dubbed The Plan 9 from Outer Space.
This time it’s Danielson that roars in his opponent’s face. He pulls down the elbow pad and lands a rolling elbow that dazes Holland. Danielson signals for the end! He hoists Holland up looking for the 21 Gun Salute(Powerbomb Lungblower), but Holland fights out of it. Holland lands on his feet and hoists Danielson up for the Toxic Avenger(Death Valley Driver). It’s a struggle for Holland and his injured back. Ultimately it gives out and he releases Danielson. Holland tries to maintain control, he charges, Danielson with the leg trip! Danielson hurriedly transitions into Old No. 7! Danielson bends Holland’s thick frame over the injured back! Holland tries to reach for the ropes but they’re just out of his reach. He reaches out his arm a little further, but Danielson hooks it, and hyper extends it back towards him. Holland with nowhere to go, he submits!
- Jack Danielson wins
Danielson celebrates as he’s tossed a couple beers by one of the hands at ringside. He approaches Holland getting to his feet and offers a hand. Holland accepts and is yanked to his feet. Danielson hands Holland a beer as well. Holland swipes it out of Danielson’s hand, grabbing it for himself. Danielson and Holland lock eyes, an intense staredown. They each step back, pop the top, and smash their beers together in a toast. A beer bash celebration for Danielson!
The lights dim as "Become The Beast" by Karliene plays over the speakers.
Kassandra Maxwell was strutting down that ramp in her full ring Regalia with her hair down instead of tied back like it usually was. She walked with the kind of energy she once exuded while wrestling in Texas, when she first hit the stage post Limitless Academy.
VALENTINA LOVELACE: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Glasgow, Scotland, “The Limitless Lowlander” Kassie Maxwell!!
K.T. ANDERSON: “Ya know, some people say Kassie only got this spot because of who’s booking the show.”
JULIA DEMARCO: “Oh are you saying that just because we're about half a building away from her?”
K.T. ANDERSON: “No, I’m just saying... I’ve just heard rumblings... God I hope she doesn't come over here...”
A smile on her face as she caught a microphone tossed her way when she hit the corner of the ring.
KASSIE MAXWELL: “IVDPW, stand up!”
Throwing those metal horns the punk rock crowd was all too happy to get to their feet and cheer, which only made Kassie’s smile grow.
KASSIE MAXWELL: “And let's hear you scream for a pioneer of not just women’s wrestling but wrestling, period, IZZY VAN DOREN!”
Another pop, an even louder one this time, a literal roar ripped through that crowd. It was a sight that made Miss Maxwell beam with exuberance, letting it die back down before she spoke again.
KASSIE MAXWELL: “Before I have my match with Stacy DeVille, a woman who my .. lovely Isabella hasn’t always seen eye to eye with, but is equally important, I’d like to say some things. I’d like to say that despite how she feels, Izzy van Doren is the single most important woman in my life. In the lives of several people, especially those that she’s reached out to and pulled from the brink. She’s been a teacher, a mentor, a paragon. She’s tiny, but she stands taller than most heavyweights, and the shadow she casts when she stands up has acted as the shield to protect many an up and comer, even if they haven’t appreciated her properly.”
Her words were gentle, soft, but absolutely solid, calm, her gaze was steely as she watched the anxious crowd who were all too happy to hear what she said.
KASSIE MAXWELL: “I love this woman. Several people love her, thousands adore her. This is her life. Wrestling, teaching, and now promoting. She’s put together one of the greatest shows not of just this year, but what’s going to go down as one of the best of this decade, I promise. I hope you’ve enjoyed the fruits of her labor, and appreciate the blood, sweat, and tears that she’s put into this, because you’re why she does this. She’ll never sing her own praises, but that’s fine because I’ll happily do an acapella for her on this occasion.”
Trying not to tear up, she looked to the position Izzy had taken near the entrance, who was doing best to hide the tears welling up, and the rising blush in her cheeks, Kassie waited until their eyes met.
KASSIE MAXWELL: “I love you. This crowd loves you, and I think I speak for everyone when I say… Thank you, Izzy.”
Tossing the microphone to the side, she blew a kiss to her as she turned to put her back to her while the crowd started to chant “THANK YOU IZ-ZY!” as Kassie waited on her opponent to come out to that ring.
Throwing those metal horns the punk rock crowd was all too happy to get to their feet and cheer, which only made Kassie’s smile grow.
KASSIE MAXWELL: “And let's hear you scream for a pioneer of not just women’s wrestling but wrestling, period, IZZY VAN DOREN!”
Another pop, an even louder one this time, a literal roar ripped through that crowd. It was a sight that made Miss Maxwell beam with exuberance, letting it die back down before she spoke again.
KASSIE MAXWELL: “Before I have my match with Stacy DeVille, a woman who my .. lovely Isabella hasn’t always seen eye to eye with, but is equally important, I’d like to say some things. I’d like to say that despite how she feels, Izzy van Doren is the single most important woman in my life. In the lives of several people, especially those that she’s reached out to and pulled from the brink. She’s been a teacher, a mentor, a paragon. She’s tiny, but she stands taller than most heavyweights, and the shadow she casts when she stands up has acted as the shield to protect many an up and comer, even if they haven’t appreciated her properly.”
Her words were gentle, soft, but absolutely solid, calm, her gaze was steely as she watched the anxious crowd who were all too happy to hear what she said.
KASSIE MAXWELL: “I love this woman. Several people love her, thousands adore her. This is her life. Wrestling, teaching, and now promoting. She’s put together one of the greatest shows not of just this year, but what’s going to go down as one of the best of this decade, I promise. I hope you’ve enjoyed the fruits of her labor, and appreciate the blood, sweat, and tears that she’s put into this, because you’re why she does this. She’ll never sing her own praises, but that’s fine because I’ll happily do an acapella for her on this occasion.”
Trying not to tear up, she looked to the position Izzy had taken near the entrance, who was doing best to hide the tears welling up, and the rising blush in her cheeks, Kassie waited until their eyes met.
KASSIE MAXWELL: “I love you. This crowd loves you, and I think I speak for everyone when I say… Thank you, Izzy.”
Tossing the microphone to the side, she blew a kiss to her as she turned to put her back to her while the crowd started to chant “THANK YOU IZ-ZY!” as Kassie waited on her opponent to come out to that ring.
“Roam” by The B-52s begins to play as the room is cascaded in pinks and yellows. Stacy Deville slowly strolls out onto the stage. She looks out to the crowd clapping along to her theme. She swaggers down the aisleway with a very confident look on her face.
VALENTINA LOVELACE: “And the opponent, from Portland Oregon, she is the Queen of Suplexes, STACY DEVIIIIIIIIILLE!!!”
JULIA DEMARCO: “Stacy Deville, a former collegiate level wrestler, looks to leave it all in the ring tonight against Maxwell.”
MR WRESTLING 3K: “Stacy’s style is ground and throw and if not she’s got some submission game she can use as well.”
Stacy climbs the apron and looks over at Maxwell with a smirk. She enters through the middle rope, peeling her coat off in her corner. She stretches with the assistance of the rope before turning around and staring daggers at the woman across the ring from her.
KASSIE MAXWELL VS STACY DEVILLE
The bell rings as Stacy assumes a grappling stance, Kassie assumes the boxer’s stance. These are two fighting classes that are so different. The two circle around the ring. Stacy teases a takedown and eventually takes Maxwell down with a leg trip. Scramble for a back mount, Stacy floats over into a headlock. The two rise up to their feet. Maxwell shoves Deville off, Deville off the ropes, ducks a high roundhouse from Maxwell, Stacy bounces off the adjacent side and with a jumping small package! 1! 2! Kickout by Maxwell. Maxwell rises back to her knees as Deville does. She makes a gesture with an index and thumb, “That close”, she says.
The two circle around the ring again. This time it’s Kassie who initiates the takedown, picking Deville’s ankle and sending her face first into the mat. Maxwell transitions into a crucifix pin, Deville’s shoulders on the mat. 1! 2! Kickout by Deville.
MR WRESTLING 3K: “Kassie is adjusting well to Deville’s game. We’ll see if she can keep it up.”
Deville is up to her feet and Roundhouse kicks Kassie in the chest. Maxwell stumbles back into the ropes.
K.T. ANDERSON: “I think Deville just showed she can get on Maxwell’s game too.”
Maxwell gets back to her feet and walks up to Deville. The two exchange words, getting heated pretty quickly. Maxwell shoves Deville, Deville shoves back. Kassie with a low kick to the thigh and Stacy follows with one of her own. It devolves into a battle of slaps and strikes! Deville with a double leg takedown, moves into side control, and brings her elbow into the side of Maxwell’s head! Maxwell responds with an elbow of her own. The referee is there to break it up as the two get close to the ropes. Both women get to their feet. Deville looks for an Imanari Roll, grabbing onto Maxwell’s leg, Maxwell responds with a slap down onto Deville’s face. Deville scrambles to her feet as Maxwell chases her trying to land a strike. Deville turns around and takes Maxwell down. Full guard position, into a mount, Deville brings down a vicious forearm on Maxwell. Maxwell grabs Deville’s arm after she attempts another one, a sort of head and arm choke. Deville rolls onto her back, alleviating that pressure and counters the choke with a guillotine.
MR WRESTLING 3K: “Kassie has a very fast explosive wrestling style. A grappler like Deville benefits from taking her down and wearing her down.”
Maxwell wiggles her way free and hammerfists down on Deville. Deville pushes her off with her legs. Deville back to her feet, clothesline attempt, Maxwell sidesteps and grabs Deville, The Lowlander takes her up and over with a saito suplex. Deville rolls back to her feet. Kassie attempts a takedown but Deville counters it with a butterfly suplex and transitions into a cross armbreaker. Maxwell uses her long frame to get her foot on the bottom rope. The referee administers the count, Deville breaks it up at 3.
Kassie back up to her feet. Deville drops down to go behind, waistlock, picks her up, and slams Maxwell into the mat. Deville deadlift germans Maxwell up and over. Deville floats over, maintaining her lock around Maxwell’s waist. She hoists her up for another german, but Maxwell breaks her grip with some back elbows and shots to the hands. Deville shakes feeling back into her hands as Maxwell recovers. Deville charges for another grapple, but Maxwell’s knee connects with Deville’s face as she was going in!
JULIA DEMARCO: “LOWLANDER’S KISS! RIGHT ON THE BUTTON. STACY’S OUT! STACY’S OUT!!”
Kassie scrambles for the cover. 1! 2! 3!
MR WRESTLING 3K: “Just like that! Maxwell proved all it takes is one shot to take her opponent down.”
- Kassie Maxwell wins
The drums from “Shake It Off” tap count in as the lights shift to bright purples and blues. Leela bursts through the curtain with a bubbly smile on her face as the music plays. As she poses on the top of the ramp the fans erupt in a loud cheers. She slaps the gold plate of the GMSI Championship around her waist before taking it off and holding it up. The cheers getting louder at this. She drapes it over her shoulder. She begins to walk down the ramp slapping fans hands on both sides of the ramp. Running back and forth trying not to miss anyone. She stops at a young girl and takes off one of her bracelets giving it to the young fan who is very excited about this before she walks away and looks towards the ring.
MR WRESTLING 3K: “Leela Watts, despite what any critics say, is an inspiration and an amazing athlete. She's one of the hardest working talents out there today. She has been through hell and back to get to where she is right now. That's what's admirable about her. She never gives up.”
K.T. ANDERSON: “I'm sorry, did you say something, 3K? Because all I heard was she's a loser that doesn't know when she's in over her head. Tonight, is her one shot at becoming a giant in this."
Leela jumps up on the apron and sits her belt down before she slides into the ring. She grabs her title up and walks over and jumps on both sides of the ropes facing the audience. As she does her normal pose she holds the GMSI Championship up high. The bubbly smile never leaves her face as she poses and soaks in the cheers from the fans before heading to her corner to await the beginning of the match.
The tone shifts as the fast, loud bass riff of “Viking Death Machine” calls STAGG to the stage. He throws up the horns and starts headbanging along to his theme, fans are headbanging along with him. He stomps down the aisle way fist bumping those bold enough to vibe with his raw, barbarian-esque power. He stands on the apron posing for the hardcam, air guitaring with the ISGC Championship, following that he hops over the top rope and stares down Leela.
MR WRESTLING 3K: “Then you have The Berzerker known as STAGG. A ruthless renegade aiming with the sole intent of kicking ass and listening to thrash. STAGG beat Aries for the ISGC Championship and has defended it consistently. Tonight, he can add some more gold to his waist and become an even more Golden Horde. Let's take it to Valentina with the Championship introduction.”
DING! DING! DING! Spotlights pan towards the ring illuminating the two champions. The crowd are on their feet, buzzing with excitement.
VALENTINA LOVELACE: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is Champion vs Champion, Title vs Title, Winner takes all!!! Due to rules based on the Championships present, this bout will be held under GMSI rules with a 5 minute time limit. Introducing first, from Cincinnati, OH, she is the GMSI Champion... LEEELLAAAAAA WWWWAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTSSS!!!!"
Leela poses with her bright smile and championship.
VALENTINA LOVELACE: “And the opponent, from Pillager, Minnesota, he is the ISGC Champion…. THIS IS STAAAAAAAAAAAGG!!!!!”
MR WRESTLING 3K: “This gonna be a great- Wait what… We have to leave? The Skull Kids have their own commentators. Well… okay I guess.”
K.T. ANDERSON: “Sweet, I can finally use the bathroom.”
ISGC vs GMSI CHAMPIONSHIP
STAGG vs LEELA WATTS
STAGG vs LEELA WATTS
The bell is rung and STAGG RUNS OVER AND HE STAGG STOMPS THE SHIT OUT OF LEELA TO START THE MATCH! HOLY SHIT! The weight of a small viking on her upper body sends Leela into the ropes next to her and THEY FUCKING FALL OUT OF THE RING! STAGG LANDS HEAD FIRST ON THE CONCRETE! I THINK HE’S FUCKING DEAD! WELL! The Skull Referee doesn’t know what the fucking hell to do in this situation. SKW is pretty lenient on it’s ring-out counts but both of them are goddamn DEAD on the floor. So in what is a pretty fucking historic match the Skull Referee starts counting the two of them out. Wow. In the middle of the count we’re reminded there’s four minutes remaining in this match. Sure as shit isn’t if these two get counted out. It’s around the count of eighteen that STAGG pops up. He’s fine! Blood’s squirting out of the back of his fucking head but he’s FINE! IT’S FINE! Shut up! What a BEAST STAGG is! He deadlifts Leela up onto the apron. It’s when he tries to get up there with her that she boots him off. I don’t know what possesses Leela to think this is a good idea but SHE ASAI MOONSAULTS OFF OF THE APRON ONTO STAGG AND THE GUARDRAIL! SHE BOOTS SOME DUMB FUCK ON HER WAY DOWN TOO! Leela’s stomach SCREAMS at her for jumping it first onto the guardrail. Shut up you! She’s got a title to win! Three minutes to go. Ignoring her stomach she gets STAGG up and she throws him into the ring. A miracle happens when STAGG shows he’s not brain damaged enough to forget how to throw a Chop. The two take turns on the Chops. Really laying them in on each other. It’s gross in a goddamn amazing way. BIG SHOOTY HEADBUTT! THAT WAS A MISTAKE! STAGG immediately regrets his decisions. Though hey. He’s the one still standing. He takes a lllllllllloooooooooooooong ass time getting up one of the turnbuckles. I mean lllllllllllllllllllllllllloooooooooooooooooonnnnnnng.
Fucker’s going in slow motion. When it’s announced there’s only two minutes left it lights a fire under his ass. It just makes him fuck up the climb more and he’s forced to slow back down. He’s struggling to even turn around to face the ring for his Top Rope STAGG STOMP. That’s ok. Leela doesn’t mind. This gives her all the time she needs to get back up and climb up there AND HIT A SUPER LEELA BOMB OFF OF THE TIPPY FUCKING TOP OF THE TURNBUCKLE! SHE DOESN’T GET ALL OF THE ROTATION FOR HERSELF THOUGH! NOW IT’S LEELA’S TURN TO LAND HEAD FIRST! HOLY SHIT! SHE MIGHT BE CRIPPLED AFTER THAT! I THINK STAGG’S REALLY DEAD NOW! NO! HE ISN’T! He rolls away from Leela. I’m not sure if that was ring savviness or he’s just fucking gone and doesn’t even know what he’s doing. Not that Leela’s jumping on him or shit. The Skull Announcer declares TEN SECONDS LEFT. NINE. EIGHT. SEVEN. SIX. FIVE. FOUR. THREE. TWO. ONE. It’s over! The time limit has elapsed!
Everybody’s happy with a draw! I’m just kidding. Some of the degenerates here are alright with it but there’s some booing the call too. They wanted a winner. The Skull Kids come out and they’re talking to the Skull Announcer and the Skull Referee. Probably just shooting the shit. You know. Talking about Skull stuff. Bees. Hams. Hammers. Oh. The Skull Kids say the match is RESTARTING WITH AN ADDITIONAL SUDDEN DEATH FIVE MINUTES! LET’S FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
So. Uh. STAGG and Leela were pretty fucking dead the entire time that whole thing went on. I’m not even sure if they’re aware that the match ended once already. Nevermind this extra five minutes shit. Good thing it wasn’t. Like. An additional minute. These two are just goddamn out on the mat. The neckbeards here are trying to wake them the hell up but it’s not really working. Are they going to wait out the entire extra five minutes? WAIT! LEELA’S HAND’S MOVING! STAGG’S FINGERS ARE TWITCHING! They’ve probably burned through the first two minutes by the time they both sit up and they reach for the ropes. They sure as hell aren’t getting up on their own. They look like two old people using their walkers. The glazed over look in their eyes fades when they spot each other. A flicker of their brains working again. They realize the other one’s up. I’m not sure if it’s animal instinct or a second wind or whatever the fuck but they fucking BOLT at one another! They keep trying to throw out BOMBS but they both keep moving out of the way! Escaping certain doom by a goddamn HAIR! It’s coming off of the ropes that STAGG finds Leela with the LARIAT!!! SHE FLIPS AND SHE SPINS IN THE AIR FROM THE IMPACT! HE FALLS FORWARD! LEELA GRABS HIM ON THE WAY DOWN AND SHE INSIDE CRADLES STAGG! STAGG TRIES TO REVERSE IT! HE DOESN’T REVERSE IT FULLY THOUGH AND THE SKULL REFEREE HESITATES BUT COUNTS BOTH OF THEIR SHOULDERS DOWN!
Leela won??? STAGG won??? They both won??? Is this another goddamn draw?!! People are fucking confused. Not least of all Skull Referee and they counted the pin! The Skull Referee holds the ISGC World Championship and the ISGC GMSI Championship in their hands and they look between Leela and STAGG. Who do they give it to? The Skull Kids hit the ring again and they take the titles from the Skull Referee. They shout something at the Skull Announcer and wait for them to make the call.
According to the Skull Kids since both of them pinned the other and technically successfully retained their championships that’s how this is shaking out. Both champions are keeping their titles. Skull Kid 2 hands the World Championship to STAGG and Skull Kid 1 hands the GMSI Championship to Leela. Yeah. Alright. That makes sense. That’s pretty much everyone else’s reaction and they just pop and clap for the bomb ass match they saw.
MR WRESTLING 3K: “Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve reached our main event for the evening. Daniel MacNamara vs Izzy Van Doren for the NVR World Heavyweight Championship. Tonight, Izzy looks to become the first ever 2 time NVR Champion. But she’s got an old friend standing in her way…”
The crowd gets up onto their feet in anticipation.
“What’s you plan for tomorrow? Are you a leader, or will you follow?”
“Are you a fighter, or will you cower. It’s our time to take back the power!”
Izzy walks out of the curtain, her head pointed down until she’s greeted with chants of “Izzy! Izzy! Izzy!” that reverberate around The Odeum. Her head tilts up, she’s visibly holding back tears. She takes in the sight of this audience cheering her name at one of her own shows. She walks down the aisle shaking hands with fans and personally thanking the ones she could. She walks her head down.
MR WRESTLING 3K: “This is an emotional night for Izzy Van Doren. It’s her hometown, her own show, against her former best friend, for the championship she helped make. It’s been a long winding road for Izzy, but she’s made it to the promised land once again. Izzy Van Doren called her shot months ago when she won the R!ZE Championship from Eddy Poe. Since then, she turned back every challenger she faced and reached that coveted 5th defense.”
JULIA DEMARCO: “A feat that no other champion was able to do before, might I add. The first NVR Champ, first NVR R!ZE Champ to reach 5 defenses, and soon to be first ever TWO TIME NVR Champ. I am an unabashed Izzy fan, I’m sitting here commentating on one of her matches. Ugh, I can’t wait.”
Izzy makes her way around the ringside area, still fist bumping as many fans as she can. She finally makes it to her sister and nephew sitting in the front row. She gets a fist bump from Sammie and a hug from her family. She slides into the ring and walks over to the ropes, poking her head through the top and middle ropes, she throws herself back throwing up the horns and letting a death howl. Izzy’s got the tears out of her system, it’s time to fight! She sits in the corner patiently waiting for her opponent.
The long droning keyboards underscore the lights changing to rusty orange. Images of Macnamara beating Red Tiger King, fading into him turning back Diego Matias challenging for his championship, fade into Danny beating Bryan Williams. The screen shifts to a black and white shot of Daniel MacNamara walking through the backstage area, a black hood covering his head. The drums kick in. Fans are chanting along with MacNamara's song. The keyboards fade into “Miseria Cantare” as Daniel Macnamara appears on the stage enveloped in strobing lights. He throws his hood back, revealing his face painted to have scars, the scars Izzy never saw, with his championship in hand and dragging it on the floor. MacNamara has this odd zombie-like walk towards the ring. Boo’s come down as he almost struts to the ring.
K.T. ANDERSON: “Yeah yeah yeah, it’s all well and good. You suckers can have your emotions, but these are the cold hard facts. Daniel MacNamara has defended this company in a rival company and beat their top champion. Daniel MacNamara doesn’t wait for an opportunity, he makes them. Daniel MacNamara is the NVR World Champion and by the end of the night, it’s staying that way. And unlike these people in the Windy City, I will stand up and thank my Champion.”
JULIA DEMARCO: “You’re forgetting the fact that Danny turned on Karen and Izzy to join GHB, who we don’t even know if they’re here tonight! MacNamara is a sociopath and has become a paranoid lunatic.”
K.T. ANDERSON: “I’d keep that lunatic talk to yourself, Jules. Unless you want a chainsaw pointed at you.”
MacNamara walks up the rings steps before gliding between the ropes to take center stage. His head slowly turns to Izzy’s direction, the two scowl at each other. The lights dim as the spotlights are pointed at the ring.
VALENTINA LOVELACE: “The following contest is your MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING and is for the NVR WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first, the challenger, FROM CHICAGO, ILLINOIS…, she is a member Poor Life Choices, THE NOTORIOUS I.V.D., IZZY VAAAAAAAN DOOOOOOOREEEN!!!”
The fans unite in one big cheer for Izzy. “IZZY! IZZY! IZZY!”
VALENTINA LOVELACE: “And the opponent, from Armagh, Northern Ireland, he is a member of the Genocidal Hate Brigade, he is the NVR WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, DANIEL MACNAMAAAAAAAAAAARAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
NVR WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP
IZZY VAN DOREN VS DANIEL MACNAMARA
IZZY VAN DOREN VS DANIEL MACNAMARA
The match didn’t erupt into an immediate explosion like half of the fans probably expected it to. No, the two stared at each other for a moment, after all, how long had it been since they’d seen each other in person since Danny’s turn? They’d gone from inseparable to separated, and now they stared each other down. This was real. This was undeniable. Danny reached out with both arms, almost as if to embrace the woman who was quick to smack his hands. Not a word left her, but the glare in her eyes warned him to take this seriously, and from Danny’s mocking smile, it seemed that he opted not to heed her, or he was goading her into attacking first. He said something that the mic couldn’t quite pick up, but it was enough to make Izzy lash out with a hard boot tip that she drove right into him above his waist, a shot that could’ve dropped nearly anyone! A shot that Danny was responding to by snatching hold of her leg and lifting her up by it, turning that single leg counter shoot into high crotch lift that had Danny absolutely slamming Izzy to the mat like an alligator with its food. The ring shook, but Izzy wasn’t out, even as her back came off the mat from the initial reaction to the pain, she was suddenly hammering down hard elbow shots towards his head, intent on cutting him with the edges of those downward hellbows to force him off of her, to rob him of his advantage of being on top!
Izzy begins to work the arm by hammerlocking it and bringing Danny down to her level. Danny with some jabs to the midsection sends Izzy off him. Danny gets to his feet and charges at his opponent. Izzy sidesteps and sends Danny out of the ring. Izzy follows it up with a suicide dive that sends both reeling into the guardrail. Izzy is back up to her feet and throws Danny back in and begins to mount and lay in strikes again. Danny catches a left and gets to a mounted position of his own and starts to strike down on Izzy.
Danny uses the ropes to get to his feet and goes for clothesline but Izzy catches the arm, bringing her elbow down on the shoulder, and causing Danny to crash into the mat. She tries to transition into the Coral Fang, but Danny scrambles and gets to the ropes, forcing a break. Izzy gets to her feet watching intently. Danny looks back in anger as Izzy responds with a cheeky smirk.
German suplex attempt by Izzy, blocked by Danny, he slaps the hands freeing himself and connects with a rounding enzuigiri to Izzy. He runs towards the ropes, but Izzy follows him. Izzy with an attempted victory roll, but Danny blocks it. MacNamara wheelbarrows Izzy up and he’s going for the finish already?!
K.T. ANDERSON: “Danny almost has the Bad Dog’s Bite in already! He’s gonna end it!”
Izzy breaks free and does roll up Danny but only for a two. Danny rolls out of the ring to catch his breath. Izzy charges with a suicide dive again, but this time he sidesteps her as Izzy crashes into the metal guardrail!!! The steel rails jump back about 2-3 feet as Izzy lies in a heap on the ground. Danny stares wide eyed as Izzy is practically motionless. He crawls on his hands and knees over to check on Izzy, he pulls her up and is shocked at what happened. The side of Izzy’s head is gushing blood.
JULIA DEMARCO: “Oh my god…”
K.T. ANDERSON: “These are the risks Izzy takes when she wrestles like a daredevil.”
It’s pooling on the mats on the floor and running down the side of her face and onto her shirt. He tosses Izzy back in and goes for the cover. 1! 2! Izzy barely gets the shoulder up.
K.T. ANDERSON: “YOU’RE KIDDING?!?”
Danny sits up in shock. The force and velocity Izzy crashed into the rail could take any normal person down. Izzy is in a daze as she crawls around on the mat. Danny follows her and seizes her legs and transitions into a cloverleaf submission. Izzy screams out in pain. The fans rally behind their hometown girl. Danny wrenches back as Izzy is frantically looking for a way out of this.
MR WRESTLING 3K: “That cut is right above the left eye and Izzy is bleeding buckets right now! A very bad laceration.”
Izzy wills herself into the ropes to catch a break. Danny has Izzy reeling in the ropes. A running knee crumbles her one more time. Danny glares at his opponent stalking his prey. He turns and bounces off the ropes and grabs onto Izzy, bounces his legs off the ropes, and comes back down into a big release german suplex that sends Izzy flying. Her body clatters on the mat landing high on the back and falling to her front. Danny flips her lifeless body over and goes for the cover. 1! 2! TH-NOOO!!! 2.9999!!!
MacNamara produces a pair of handcuffs from his tights. He muscles Izzy face down on the mat and begins to cuff her hands in front of her. Izzy tries to wriggle free but can’t under Danny’s weight. The cuffs are locked in and Izzy is trying to get them off, she rises to her feet, only to be taken back down with a right hand from MacNamara. He mounts Van Doren and begins to rain down more rights and lefts until Izzy bucks him off. MacNamara grabs Izzy by the back of the head and lifts her to her feet, but she retaliates with some elbows to the midsection. Izzy attempts to run away, but Danny slams her to the mat after grabbing her head again. Now, MacNamara climbs out of the ring and grabs a shillelagh. Danny stalks Izzy trying to get to her feet. Danny swings at the knee, but Izzy jumps over it. Izzy bounces off the ropes, Danny swings for the head, but Izzy powerslides under the weapon. Izzy turns and lands an enzuigiri on the side of Danny’s head. Both wrestlers are down. Suddenly the lights flicker.
Out of the crowd, it’s a group of nameless GHB cronies decked out in black. They circle the ring, no doubt here for Danny and to take down Izzy. The lights flicker again and black out.
The opening breakdown of "King of Amarillo" by Issues hits the PA, getting a loud, immediate response of cheers from the crowd. A.J. MORALES bolts down the entrance way and jumps on one of the GHB fans. The other two circle and start to dogpile Morales when out of the crowd comes Nixie Caine! She separates the GHB rookies and gets Morales to safety in the ring. The three GHB lackeys attack Caine when the lights go out again. The sounds of a Tardis being warped into the arena sends the crowd roaring for Anna Daniels’ arrival!
K.T. ANDERSON: “What the hell?! I thought she was banned.”
MR WRESTLING 3K: “Like Anna was ever gonna follow that rule anyway."
She bursts out of a makeshift phone box door. She charges down the ramp and helps Nixie in taking down the GHB interference. Daniels and Caine fend off the opposition and get a major assist from Morales who does a tope over the top rope. The fans erupt as it seems the threat is successfully warded off when one of the GHB affiliates slides a chair between Danny and Izzy, before he can attack though, Daniels, Morales, and Caine send him and his friends up the ramp and to the back.
Danny crawls on his hands and knees towards the chair in the center of the ring. He inches closer and closer, pain etched onto his face. His hand finally makes contact with the chair. He starts to pull it away, but a boot stomps down on the chair. Danny looks up. His eyes widened. He mouths “No… No…” at the sight in front of him!
JULIA DEMARCO: "IT’S KAREN! KAREN WILLOW IS HERE!!"
In that moment, the original members of PLC in one spot. Karen stands on the chair as Danny looks up at her. He’s exhausted from the match, he tries to pull the chair out from under her, but can’t muster the strength in his arm. Karen can barely look at the man in front of her. A beaten, broken mess. She covers her mouth and looks to be on the verge of tears. Danny begs Karen to step off, but she just hangs her head. Danny slowly rises to his knees, asking… pleading with Karen to stay out of this.
MR WRESTLING 3K: "God damn it Karen! Stand up for yourself! Don’t throw this away!!"
Karen’s foot slowly rises off the chair. Danny’s crooked smile stretches ear to ear.
JULIA DEMARCO: "No! No!"
K.T. ANDERSON: "She’s standing with her former partner, you idiots! She’s doing what’s best for them! You would know the feeling if someone actually cared about you!"
Karen turns her back on Danny, pointing her head in the turnbuckle. Izzy’s lifeless body is dragged to the center of the ring by Danny. He slams her head on the back of the chair. Danny picks up another chair. He stares blankly down on Izzy. He slowly, gingerly lifts the chair over his head. He lets out a low angry scream, and begins to bring it down on Izzy’s head. Karen grabs the chair! The two ex lovers play tug of war with the chair. Danny berates Karen! Karen retaliates by kicking Danny square in the balls!
JULIA DEMARCO: "YES! YES! KAREN! YEEES!!!"
Danny crumbles to his knees again, unable to catch his breath. His face is buried in the canvas. Izzy has risen up to one knee. She gets to her feet and eyes Karen across the ring. The two women lock eyes, Danny pulls his head up and looks at the two. Karen throws the chair out of the ring and blows a kiss MacNamara mouths the word, “Fuck…”.
Izzy charges from behind and grabs the arm! Danny is fighting as best he can, but Izzy is vicious! Izzy knees Danny in the temple to get him to stop squirming. She brings his arm back and locks in the Coral Fang!! Danny's in the middle of the ring and the bottom rope might as well be a mile away! Izzy wrenches back, Danny's neck almost folding back on itself. Danny rolls back, but Izzy maintains the hold! Izzy starts bringing back elbows into head and ribs of her opponent. Izzy finally uses the handcuff in Danny's eyes and pulls his head back. Danny screaming in pain he finally taps out on the mat. Izzy releases the hold and falls back in a heap.
- Izzy Van Doren wins
VALENTINA LOVELACE: "Here is your winner and NEEEEEEW NVR WORLD CHAMPION: IZZY… VAAAAAAAN DOREEEEEEN!!!!"
MR WRESTLING 3K: "The chicago crowd is going absolutely crazy after seeing Chi-Town’s Favorite Gal win the big one tonight!"
JULIA DEMARCO: "I'M CRYING!!! OH MY GOOOOOOOOOD!!!"
Izzy is handed the NVR World Championship. Holding it, seeing her reflection in the gold for the first time in what feels like ages. She kneels over pressing her face on the gold savoring the moment. She slowly gets to her feet with help from Karen Willow as Danny rolls out of the ring, leaving with his GHB stablemates. Izzy hugs Karen one more time before asking her to leave as well. Izzy limps around the ring holding the NVR Championship up high. She asks for a microphone.
IZZY VAN DOREN: "I want to thank each and every one of you from the bottom of my heart. Thank you for coming out and watching us do what we love. I hope this shit was well worth the wait. I hope I delivered on one of the best shows you will ever see. And I hope *this* is an image that will last for a long time…"
The lights flicker as we hear the wailing sounds of guitars and keyboards. It kicks into “Passenger” by Deftones as Jack Tillman shuffles from out of the curtain with his NVR Championship Briefcase in hand. The Chicago fans are booing the holy hell out of him as they know exactly what’s happening. Some fans are pleading with Tillman to “don’t do it” and “turn around”. Still he struts down the aisle towards the ring with Izzy still in it. He makes it to the apron when Izzy rushes him and takes him down with a baseball slide dropkick! The crowd erupts as their champion shows some fighting spirit left! She stands on the apron as Tillman recovers and smashes the briefcase into Izzy’s knee. She falls, her back smashes against the apron before falling face first to the mats on the outside. Tillman strips away his entrance jacket and throws Izzy into the ring. Izzy holds her knee close to her body crying in pain. Tillman hands the briefcase to the referee. The ref almost pleads with Tillman not to do this as well. But he emphatically tells him to tell the crowd what he’s doing. The referee regrettably walks over to Valentina Lovelace awaiting the call.
VALENTINA LOVELACE: Ladies and gentlemen, I’ve been informed that Jack Tillman… is CASHING IN on his NVR World Championship match!
IZZY VAN DOREN VS JACK TILLMAN
The heat Tillman has has gone absolutely nuclear! You can’t hear the commentary the boos are so loud. Izzy can barely stand on her knee as Tillman looks like a snake ready to claim his prey. The referee asks Izzy if she’s able to continue. She gives a nod and the bell rings. Tillman rushes Izzy in the corner, landing some heavy blows that makes her crumble back to the mat. Tillman is raining down jabs, forearms, hammer fists, whatever it takes to make sure Izzy will not get back up. The referee backs Tillman off as Izzy is helpless on the mat. She uses the ropes as aid to help her up, but Tillman is right there with a knee that damn near sends her flying out of the ring. Tillman grabs Izzy by the hair and stands her up, rear waistlock, readies the ripcord, drags his thumb across Izzy’s neck, spins her out, and completely annihilates her with the Ballroom Blitz lariat. Tillman hooks the leg and pins Izzy’s shoulder down.
1! 2! 3!
- Jack Tillman wins
VALENTINA LOVELACE: Here is your winner AND NEW NVR WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION… JAAAACK TILLMAAAAAAAN!!!
The Ripper stands over Izzy’s broken body with the championship and a smile on his face. He soaks in the boos as fans are throwing actual trash at Tillman. A cup of beer flies, but Tillman swipes it out of the air, and flipping off every fan in attendance. We fade to black on Chris Constantine Jr walking out of the curtain with an ice pack on his neck, laughing at Izzy's dismay in the ring.
