PW Presents the 2017 Super Show

[Slaine Rodrick]

The 2017 Super Show: Redemption 107

April 4th

Cow Palace

Daly City, CA

***ON AIR***

(The cameras pan up the stairs between the sections of seats in the interior of the Cow Palace in Daly City, up and up to the very top, the nosebleed seats as it were. Relaxing on one of them is none other than Rowyn Starr, looking contemplative as he notices the camera.)

Rowyn Starr: Fifty million. That's a huge number, sure. But it's also the number of people who have been a part of the history of the Cow Palace. No matter what the events, these humans witnessed them just as the Phoenix Wrestling fans will witness the events tonight for this Supershow. Just understand, how special this is. Not just to us, the people you've paid your hard earned money to see, but all the people that work to make something like this possible. I know, that of late I haven't been the hero you were all used to.

(Rowyn lets out a small sigh.)

Rowyn Starr: You deserve better of me. But the best that I can do is ask you to witness what I'll do here tonight to a true force of evil, madness and darkness in Mason Daniels. A man that many of you used to look up to as someone who was a good man, who would do the right thing. But something broke in him and here we are, he overcame the odds from an injury and came back twisted and bitter. You can't live a life like that. I refuse to.

(He shifts in the seat, looking intense.)

Rowyn Starr: This is why I have to end this thing with him, tonight. He has had enough of my life and I won't change to suit him. In the past, the people I faced, people like the great Arkia Fisk, Aurora...

(Rowyn shivers for a split second.)

Rowyn Starr: ...even Masaru Inoue. Each of you, sparked a change in me. Created something from me that I never felt possible. You made me into the man I have become, and whether I fought or embraced it, I grew from it. Slaine - I just want to take this moment to say, that I appreciate the fact that you thought of me immediately, that I was the first person you called to come back when you brought Phoenix back. I can never express deeply enough what that means to me. Tonight though, I intend to show you.

(He stands up, brushing off his jeans and starts down the stairs.)

Rowyn Starr: It's time. I'm going to stop Mason Daniels, or I'm going to die trying.

(The view cuts backstage to show Nessa Wall walking purposefully towards the ring with Matt Stone at her side. She glances over at him, sighing.)

Nessa Wall: Odds are decent that Frankie's pet goombas will be waiting in the wings. Keep an eye open. That's all I'm saying, Matthew.

(Stone shrugs, sliding his sunglasses up to perch atop his perfect hair before flashing her a dazzling smile.)

Matt Stone: I've got more important things to worry about right now, Ness.

(She stops in her tracks, looking him over before nodding.)

Nessa Wall: Your hair looks great. Those two idiots need all the help that they can get, especially from someone as talented as you.

(The view shifts to the opposite direction, showing Frankie leaving his locker room. The Collective follow a few steps behind until Frankie turns around.)

Frankie Starlight: The hell are you two numbskulls doing?

Geno: You want us to come out with ya?

Frankie Starlight: Fuggetaboutit, it's just some useless little dame. I can handle this on my own. Easy.

(He turns and walks away, laughing while Geno and Tony exchange a look.)

Alpine: Here we have a match between two relative newcomers in PW. Neither respect each other, but Nessa definitely does have the more proven track record.

Rodz: She does, but the Collective are proving to be a force here in PW. Even in losses they end up giving their opposition beatings. Whether that happens before, during, after the match, or all of the above depends on them.

(‘Born Depressed’ by Drill Queen plays, and out through the curtains bursts Matt Stone hollering at the crowd. They boo the brash character as he makes his way to ringside, head held up to the lack of humanity yelling at him. He takes a seat next to Rodz at the commentary booth and places on a headset.)

Alpine: I was not aware we were being joined for commentary, but apparently that’s the case.

Stone: You damn right that’s the case. Be grateful you actually have a competent commentator at this desk for once.

Nessa Wall vs. Frankie Starlight

(The bell rings and Frankie reaches his hand out, expecting Nessa to reach back. She shoos away his hands to boos from the crowd, causing Matt to laugh his ass off ringside as the two round each other. Frankie dives in first with a running knee to the gut, but quickly finds a thumb to his eye! The shot sends him stumbling to the ropes in a temporary blind. Nessa quickly takes advantage with a Snarktopus Splash! However the momentum knocks Frankie to the outside of the ring, leaving him barely conscious on the outside. Matt violently interjects Alpine at the booth after he calls the move a ‘Sharktopus Splash’. Meanwhile Nessa tells referee Malik Demitrious to count, to which he does. Matt screams at Frankie as he recovers on the outside, with Frankie looking over like he wants to deck Matt for his comments. He slides in by the nine count, and is immediately met by boots from Nessa as he gets into the ring. Nessa looks to be hooking for a headlock, but Frankie thinks quickly and dumps Nessa over the top rope and onto the apron! As soon as she recovers he swings a back kick to her gut, crumpling her! With the crowd standing for some high flying action, Frankie races to the nearest turnbuckles, points at Nessa, but then does a huge no hands senton dive off the top turnbuckle right onto Matt Stone!!! “HOLY SHIT!!” chants from the crowd as Rodz and Alpine moved in the nick of time, leaving Matt the sole recipient of that suicidal dive. However in doing so, he hurt himself and Nessa orders Malik to count again. The crowd counts down with the ref as Frankie peels himself off of Matt and slumps his way over to the ropes. Just as the crowd goes to count ‘NINE!!” he goes to slide in. Unfortunately Matt is on his tail, and yanks him out by his boot right before he can fully enter his body in the ring! Malik sees the action and calls for a DQ, narrowly giving the win to Frankie.)

WINNER: Frankie Starlight via DISQUALIFICATION @ 4 minutes, 12 seconds.

Rodz: Well, glad I didn’t get hit by a flying senton.

Alpine: Same here. But it looks like Matt is far from over….

(With the bell dinging, Nessa stands to her feet as she shoots daggers at Frankie. She slides to the outside and joins in with Matt who is already stomping a mudhole in Frankie.)

Alpine: Oh no! This isn’t looking good!

Rodz: Damn right it isn’t looking good! Frankie really about to see some stars.

(The crowd booed as the two demolished Frankie, even ripping his nice suit. It was all good for the duo before the rest of “The Collective” rushed down to ringside, Geno and Tony cutting off the outside of the ring, driving Nessa and Matt over the barricade and away from ringside by the skin of their teeth. Geno and Tony stood near the barricade, watching the two slowly make their way up the Cow Palace stairs. Tony pulls out a mic and points at them, causing a spotlight to shine on the duo.)

Tony: HEY! Don’t leave yet! You want to fight do you? We’d love nothing more than to break foot in your asses and beat you all over the ring!

(Geno grabbed the mic from Tony as he pointed to the two.)

Geno: We’d love to but we have bigger fish to fry!

(Geno gave the the microphone back to Tony, who looked over to the ringside camera, going up close to it as he pointed.)

Tony: Bigger fish to fry is right! Tonight, whoever wins those Duos Titles, you better keep them warm for us because we’re COMING for ya!

(Tony dropped the mic on the outer mat as Geno had checked on Frankie, helping him up to his feet. The scene cut from ringside to the backstage area where backstage interviewer, Kiko Hirayama was moving around, looking to find someone and looking to her right, she spotted the recently-signed and debuted Oni Kamigawa as she rushed over towards him, waving.)

Kiko Hirayama: Hi! Is it OK to get a word with you for a moment?

(Oni nods his head as he rose up from his slouched position on the equipment boxes.)

Kiko Hirayama: Great! Thank you! Okay so you just debuted last week in a dark match and obviously folks are highly impressed that this week you’ve been given an opportunity to become the number one contender for the Rising Phoenix Championship. You face off against another recently debuted signee in Frisky D! How do you feel going into tonight’s contest?

(A light smirk appears on Oni’s face as he looks down at Kiko.)

Oni Kamigawa: I feel great! For my opponent, she won’t feel so great. Tonight is my night and that number one contender’s spot is mine! Frisky will not stand a chance in that ring with me tonight.

(Just as Kiko was about to shoot for another question towards Oni, out of nowhere came flying into the scene, Frisky D as she jumped around before speaking into the microphone Kiko held.)

Frisky D: Musician, Art Teacher, Bartender, Wrestler and now possibly a Number One Contender to a title? Oh what a time to be alive! It’s so wonderful to be here, this moment, this time. I’m going to make the most out of it starting with tonight! I passed the last test in that dark match, this week I’ll look to pass the test against Oni!

( Oni stood there, that look on his face, the look in his eyes as Frisky D didn’t obviously pay any attention to him standing right behind her. She was glowing with glee, that was until she turned only to notice her opponent standing there with a look on his face that was far from pleasant. Frisky cleared her throat before walking over and delivering a pat on the back.)

Frisky D: Hey there, didn’t even see you! I’ll see you out there!

( Oni turned his head watching his opponent walk past him. He balls his fist, looking down at it. His face, emotion, clearly beyond pissed. Shaking his head, he seemed ready to knock someone’s head off. The cameras pick up a closer shot of him before cutting back to ringside.)

Alpine: Man, it’s looking to really be one heck of a showcase here in a few minutes. Oni is not the one from what little we saw of him.

Rodz: Oni is ready to choke a bitch! Let’s just be clear, Frisky D is not passing “Go!” and collecting two-hundred this evening. Not happening!

#1 Contender Rising Phoenix Match

Oni Kamigawa vs. Frisky D

(Frisky comes out delighted to be on TV for the first time, and in such a high stakes match. Oni comes out quite the opposite, stewing to himself as his fists stayed balled up on his walk down to ringside. Oblivious to his burning anger, Frisky initiates a cheery handshake which is met a running yakuza kick to the face!! Boos from the crowd as referee Malik Demitrious rings for the bell. Oni keeps her down from the bell ring, stomping and elbow dropping the back of Frisky at every opportunity to stand. He then picks her dizzy body up from behind, Karelin lift drops her to the mat, picks her back up by her back, then hooks her in a full nelson and crushes her over his knee with a full nelson backbreaker! Oni pins her right after.)

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(Kickout. Oni snarls as he picks up Frisky, getting her to a half kneel. He then starts hammering her face with Kawada kicks, getting her to block! However the shots leave her open for a tuck down into Oni’s midsection, a lift up and over his shoulders, bringing on what could only be the Daigyakusatsu! However the resilient Frisky slips out of his grip and drops behind him, taking a breather. This pisses off Oni who stomps over to her and slams a clubbing forearm across her back, dropping her to her face. He then lifts her up again, this time holding her tightly onto his shoulder. He then races to the opposite corner with a running avalanche, then screams on his way to the other one, smashing Frisky with a corner to corner avalanche! She lays in the tree of woe position, dangling and looking out of it. The fans raise to their feet as Oni gets some space and aims for a running punt. He comes darting in but just in the knick of time Frisky sits up, latches onto Oni’s neck, and springs off the ropes for a Spanish Inquisition! “OHHHS!!!” from the crowd as Oni stumbles around from the move, so Frisky leaps in the air and hits another one for good measure! She doesn’t hesitate to roll up Oni for the three count!)

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WINNER, and NEW #1 Contender to the Phoenix Rising Championship: Frisky D via PINFALL @ 5 minutes, 21 seconds.

Rodz: Holy shit, how did she do that? That little girl pulled that win right out of her ass!

Alpine: When it comes to Frisky you cannot judge her by her appearance. That is one very durable woman. She will go on to face the winner of Anastasia Starling versus Finn Whelan!

Rodz: Oni is still a force to be reckoned with, mark my words. Frisky must shit Lucky Charms.

(Razor Blades and Steak Knives by Jarren Benton plays as Frisky celebrates her win, giving Oni a respectful wide berth and a nod as she moves to retrieve a microphone.)

Frisky D: I told you, I was going to do what I had to do to get there and that’s where I’m going! I can’t wait to face off against whoever wins between Anastasia Starling and Finn Whelan for the Rebirth Championship at Tempest! This is great!

(She clears the ring and keeps a weather eye on Oni who leaves the ring at the same time, giving her a look before he walks up the ramp to the back with plenty of power to his walk. The cameras cut backstage to find a put-upon looking Veronica Valiant as she spoke at her assistant Doug.)

Veronica Valiant: You know, this could be it. A true career defining moment for me, a brand new one that is. I could in fact finally receive my rightful shot at the Phoenix Wrestling Rebirth Championship.

(Doug nods, murmuring agreements at just the right pauses.)

Veronica Valiant: I have to say though, that I just don’t feel I can trust Seth Black. It’s not paranoia, Doug, if they’re really out to get you. I can sense his grubby fingers trying to pry apart my plans for the future and fuck me over, but I’ll have the last laugh, just you watch.

(She gives a firm look to Doug as the cameras cut to commercial.)

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(A long stretch limousine pulls up outside the Cow Palace, pure white paint with gold flake gleams under the strong outside lights. The driver gets out of the car and slides open the middle panel, revealing that instead of the jacuzzi one might expect, gleaming blue and gold tiles surround a custom plush throne! Current Phoenix Wrestling Rebirth Champion and 2017 Iron King Cassius Reed sits upon his throne, already wearing his ring gear and ready for his match tonight. He moves off of the throne and steps down out of the limo, tapping his boot on the pavement as if he's considering something, then turns to get his belt from where it's displayed on a stand inside the limo, placing it securely over his right shoulder.

As he inhales with satisfaction and looks around his ‘kingdom’ he is suddenly greeted by the unorthodox interviewer known as Toast!)

Toast: Excuse me King Cassius, your Majesty…

(Cassius recoils from the fetid breath of Toast, his face making the expression that is the epitome of disgust.)

Cassius Reed: DAMN SUCKA! What the funk you been eating?

(Toast's eyes go as wide as they can, he starts to mumble a response even as he raises a hand up to try and slyly check his breath.)

Cassius Reed:You know what, Cassius don't actually care. Can Cassius get an interviewer with a basic understanding of personal hygiene over here?

(Calming himself slightly, he still keeps a stern look.)

Cassius Reed: Go on sucka, git.

(Toast turns, dejected and runs inside the back entrance to the Cow Palace. After a few moments Kiko Hirayama comes out at a fast clip, having taken off her very high heels in order to run to attend Cassius. She pulls up short slightly out of breath, and holds up the microphone for Cassius who nods in kingly fashion and she stares at him for a moment, clearly unprepared for this but she being a trained reporter quickly tries to at least come up with a question.)

Kiko Hirayama: I… welcome to Daly City and the Cow Palace, you’ve got a really big match…

Cassius Reed: Go on, Cassius understands being nervous, it’s a lot to take in.

(Kiko blushes and continues.)

Kiko Hirayama: Thank you, Cassius.

Cassius Reed: King Cassius.

Kiko Hirayama: Oh...oh. Sorry. King Cassius. Can you tell the Phoenix Wrestling fans what you intend to do in your match tonight against Veronica Valiant?

(Cassius gives her an incredulous look.)

Cassius Reed: Cassius is gunna win, of course. What’s wrong wit’ you… oh wait. Cassius almost forgot, his very presence be overwhelming to females at times.

Kiko Hirayama: But what about...Veronica, she’s had problems with Seth Black and…

Cassius Reed: Cassius don’t have time for all that. You did the best you could.

(Having grown tired of her unpreparedness, Cassius pats her on her head and walks off to enter the Cow Palace.)

Rodz: Looks like Cassius doesn’t have time for unprepared interviewers or interviewers that smell like dairy factories, he only has time to strut his stuff in the ring!

Alpine: Cassius is a man of action, nothing wrong with that.

Rodz: Well the least he could’ve done is played some Outcast in his head as he tuned her out and checked out her killer bod.

Alpine: I don’t think Cassius’s girlfriend would appreciate that too much. Up next we have a match with very interesting stakes. Should Veronica Valiant win, she’ll be first in line for a title shot!

Rodz: And should she lose, she’ll be back to beating up scrubs from Finland. High stakes here.

Non-Title

Cassius Reed(c) vs. Veronica Valiant

(Valiant made her way to the ring first, blowing right by the booing fans, disrobing, then throwing her ring gear at her awkward assistant Doug. She steps into the ring as Cassius makes his way out, holding the Iron King trophy in one hand, and the PW Rebirth Championship in the other. He grooves with both trophies to ‘You Suck’ before making his way ringside. Shortly after handing off his trophies to the timekeeper, Veronica steps out onto the apron and flies off with a solid dropkick to the back of Cassius’s head! The crowd boos as Veronika rolls him into the ring and referee Malik Demitrious rings for the bell. Right off the bat Veronika latches onto the back of the dizzy Cassius, hooking her legs close to his sides. She then grabs a double handed fish hook on Cassius, ripping up on the right side of his mouth! Malik counts for her to release, with her finally releasing at ‘4’. She starts to pull up Cassius to his feet, but he starts fighting back with fists to the gut. Three hard shots get her to back off, and Cassius takes control with a running Spanish Archer, knocking Veronica to the outside! Veronika comes to a weary stand on the outside as Cassius scouts her. The fans stand to their feet as Cassius scouts her, getting ready to dive. He does a handspring Pussy On The Chainwax to the outside, but Veronika moves at the last moment, allowing Cassius to crash and burn on the outside! Boos from the crowd as Veronika points to her head, then stomps down hard on Cassius’s for good measure. She then rolls him back into the ring, then enters in after him. Since he’s crawling on his way to the center of the ring, Veronika decides to stop that with a full nelson, then flips it over into the Code Veronika! Cassius is screaming in pain as Malik slides down, inspecting the submission closely. Veronika screams for Cassius to “TAP!!” as she yanks, Cassius intent on surviving even through those painful screams of his. A strong “CAS-SI-US!!!” chant kicks up, along with the stomp-clap rhythm, getting some energy into Cassius! Through grit and determination he is able to angle his body to the ropes, landing a boot on the bottom! Malik forces her to break, yet again at the four count. It’s at this point he stops her and has a talk with her about constantly breaking the rules. This gives Cassius just enough time to slink over to the corner as he favors his bad elbow. Just as Malik clears Cassius comes flying out of the corner with a What Da Funk?, taking Valiant to the mat in an impressive fashion! Both competitors make that long climb to their feet, with Valiant coming up first. She boots Cassius as he stands, hooks him for the Budget Cutter, gets thrown off before she can flip, and turns around to a big Pimp Slap! The shot sends Veronika to her ass, and Cassius wastes no time springing to the top and flipping back down with the Plan C! He covers her for the pinfall as the crowd counts along!)

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WINNER: Cassius Reed(c) via PINFALL @ 7 minutes, 34 seconds.

Alpine: Cassius gets the win, but not without a fight from Valiant!

Rodz: Boy she was vicious, like a honey badger and cougar fused together! A honey cougar!

(With the match ending and Cassius coming out strong despite a valiant effort (no pun-intended) from Veronica Valiant, Seth immediately flies out from the back as he makes his way down to the ring as he makes his way inside. He stares Valiant down as he points out, criticizing her for the loss she had just moments ago suffered.)

Seth Black: And there was your chance to shoot your shot Veronica and you LOSE! Disappointment after disappointment.

(Cassius, grabbing a microphone quickly interrupted the infuriated GM, putting him on pause for a moment.)

Cassius Reed: Whoa! Whoa! Slow down there, Seth!

(Seth glared at Cassius)

Cassius Reed: Now, while Miss Valiant here may have not won the bout, Cassius was impressed with her performance against Cassius tonight. She did damn near everything she could to beat Cassius. Cassius appreciates dedication like that. A fighting Champion Cassius is, and this title will be defended against any sucka that steps up to Cassius!

(Cassius looks around, patting the Rebirth title on his shoulder.)

Cassius Reed: Sooooo ... Since Seth won’t give you what you deserve, Veronica, ... Cassius will. So at Phoenix Wrestling’s upcoming pay-per-view, “Tempest”, you will go one on one with the best EVER, Cassius Reed with the Rebirth Title on the line! How bout that for a match, sucka?!

(Getting a loud, raucous applause from the crowd, Veronica sported a smile from ‘ear to ear’ as she walked off getting what she wanted. She walked past Seth Black, pointing and laughing in his face as he was not digging it at all. Valiant makes her way to the back as all cuts from ringside as a shot of Finn Whelan and Elena DeDraca were seen backstage, holding onto a single crutch with that bulky brace around her bad leg.)

Elena DeDraca: So happy to be here tonight and be able to support you in this match. Really would be cool to see you as the NEWW Rising Phoenix Champion!

(Finn nodded in appreciation, smiling.)

Finn Whelan: First of all, knowing your situation, I’m beyond appreciative of having you here in support. It is good to finally be getting my shot at the title for a change. I feel good going into this match. I know Anastasia has that firm grip on my title, but I’m going to do everything I can to rip it from out of her stingy fingertips.

(Elena works in some claps, as Finn once again smiles.)

Elena DeDraca: Woo-hoo! That’s exactly what I want to hear out of you, Finn. You ten minutes away from giving Anastasia your best and taking that title from her. Kill out there, buddy!

( Finn nods his head as he walked off towards ringside. Things come to a fade as an ad comes in for ‘Oh-No Cola’. That of a family drinking the favorite beverage, smiles on their faces as they showcase the logo on the soda can. A quote rolls over onto the screen, displaying a set of three cans on a counter. )

Voiceover: “There’s nothing better than an ice-cold can of “Oh-No Cola!” Sugar and Caffeine ... All you’ll ever need!”

[Slaine Rodrick]

(As the cameras come back from break they find Rising Phoenix Champion Anastasia Starling as she prepares for her match, smoothly going from one style of stretching to another, making sure that she is limbered up and ready to use her incredible flexibility. She notices the camera and glances to it with her heterochromatic eyes, almost eerily calm in her expression. Her sweet voice rises even as her gaze cuts towards the hallway.)

Anastasia Starling: It’s time. You don’t understand me Finn. A Phoenix is a bird, that no matter what it endures, when it burns it will rise up from the ashes, like I will rise up to this match and put you down. I hope you understand, just like I hoped Faith would understand. She lasted, as long as she could but in the end she fell to me. Just like you will fall to me. Honestly honest.

(Ana pauses just as she is about to walk out of the shot to go down the hallway to the ringside area.)

Anastasia Starling: This was my redemption, this championship is mine now and I don’t intend to let it go - no matter who tries to take it.

Alpine: Anastasia seems extremely determined to hold onto the Rising Phoenix Championship as long as she can. However she has one of the most determined and impressive newcomers to Phoenix in Finn Whelan at her door.

Rodz: I know I rag on Finn Whelan for having less muscle mass than a jellyfish, but this kid is as tough as they come, and somehow hits hard. I don’t know where he gets the power from in those Jack Skelton arms. I’m guessing he has lead implants.

Alpine: Either that or he’s a well trained wrestler who has mastered momentum. Finn Whelan has been waiting two months for his shot, and finally tonight he gets a crack at the Songbird herself, Anastasia Starling.

Rising Phoenix Championship Match

Anastasia Starling(c) vs. Finn Whelan

(Finn makes his way out to the ring first to ‘Everybody Sells Cocaine’, getting a good ovation from the crowd. He makes a round ringside, slapping hands and even posing for a picture. He then makes his way up the steps and into the ring, preparing in his corner with some stretching. His theme comes to an end and the lights dim, bringing on the crashing of silver, gold, and blue fireworks at the top of the Cow Palace. Out through the curtains bursts Anastasia, raising her title high to the crowd as ‘Time’ plays. She does a similar round to Finn, except hers is a running hand slap to ringside before sliding into the ring. That cheery, happy demeanor quickly dissipates once she looks into Finn’s eyes. Malik tries to take the title from her, but Anastasia makes sure to point to the belt, and shout “MINE!!” before handing it over to Malik. Malik shows off the Rising Phoenix Championship to the fans at home and around the arena before handing it off to the timekeeper. With both competitors ready to go, Malik sounds for the bell. Finn and Anastasia get right into it, closing in on each other real quick. There’s a brief handshake, but after that a solid lockup. Anastasia is the first to counter by dropping down for an arm drag, only for Finn to roll out of it. Finn goes for another lock up and Anastasia swoops around his waist and leaps on top of his shoulders. She looks to be going for a reverse hurricanrana, but Finn throws her off his shoulders, then dropkicks her in the ass before she can land! The crowd laughs as Anastasia grabs her ass on the mat and grimaces. Anastasia pops back up to her feet and comes racing at Finn. She handsprings past a left hook, bounces off the ropes, and comes back for a Pale Winged Passerine! However Finn has enough in him to shove her off, then quickly dropkick her in the face! The shot sends Anastasia tumbling to the outside, leaving the audience standing. Suddenly they chant…)

Crowd: THREE MINUTES!!!

(As the timer ticks down on the PhoenixTron. Finn quickly hops to the outer apron, sees where Ana is, then hits a perfectly timed Asai DDT on Ana as she stands! Finn doesn’t hesitate to take advantage of the falls count anywhere rule and goes for the pin.)

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(And a kickout. Finn quickly rolls her over and drops a hard elbow across the back of her head. She starts to crawl away, and Finn puts a stop to that by grabbing Ana’s arms from behind, then hitting the Seattle Terror on Ana on the outside! Blood drizzles from her nose as the fans chant “HOLY SHIT!!” Once again, Finn goes for the pinfall.)

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(Another kickout. Finn is looking pissed at this point, and decides to pick up Ana. He then irish whips her hard into the barricade, forcing her to flip over into the first row! The fans try to help up the hurt Ana as she pushes her way to her feet. Meanwhile Finn hunches down, waiting for her to stand. As soon as she does Finn comes flying over the barricade with a flying forearm! However Ana still has her wits, and counters with a pinpoint front kick to the chin! Finn crashes and burns right in front of the barricade, grabbing his sore jaw as Ana recovers. She hops on top of the barricade, scouting Finn as he prepares to stand. Just as he does she comes flying off with a Big Top Blockbuster, slamming him back down to the outer mat! Just as she hits her knees she hears the fans chant…)

Crowd: SIX MINUTES!!!

(She whips her head up, blows her long hair out of her face. She sees Finn trying to pick himself up, and she isn’t having that. She races at the barricade, leaps off, and mushroom stomps his back, leaving him rolling on the outer mat! The crowd is cheering for Ana as she picks up the dazed Finn and hooks his head. She then flips for a Shiranui, but the still diligent Finn reverses the move into a backbreaker, then quickly converts the move into Revelation 6:4! Ana’s head spikes off the outer mat, forcing her to grab the back of her head and kick in pain as the crowd chants “HOLY SHIT!!!” Finn wants to go for the cover but is still quite woozy from the earlier attack so he gets his wits together. After a good ten seconds of recovery he lays down on Ana, going for the pin.)

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(Anastasia just barely kicks out, hanging by the skin of her teeth as Finn pounds his fist on the outer mat in frustration. He then rips up Ana by her hair, hooking her in a headlock for another Revelation 6:4. However Ana blocks twice, then wiggles out of the headlock and hits an impromptu Spinning Bird Kick on Finn! The shot catches him off guard and sends him backpedaling to the barricade. This gives Anastasia an opportunity to capitalize as she races towards him, springs off the nearest barricade, then cannonballs in his face, knocking him to the outer mat!!! The crowd is going back and forth with Anastasia and Finn chants at this point, unsure of who to choose.)

Crowd: NINE MINUTES!!!

(Hearing that causes Ana’s eyes to pop. She impatiently waits for Finn to stand, then comes at him full force with an Our Lady Peace! She follows that with a barricade assisted double knee moonsault to the chest! Having Finn right where she wants him, she ascends to the top turnbuckle and flies off, landing the Songbird’s Flight! Anastasia goes for the pin with seconds to spare!!)

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WINNER, and STILL RISING PHOENIX CHAMPION: Anastasia Starling @ 9 minutes, 58 seconds.

Rodz: Two seconds left on the clock! Two freaking seconds!

Alpine: She pulled it off, showing that she is indeed absolutely determined to set records with that belt. We will now see Anastasia versus Frisky at Tempest for the Rising Phoenix Championship!

Rodz: Finn, you tough son of a bitch you. I say give that skinny motherfucker another shot, he deserves it.

Alpine: I’m sure this isn’t the last we’ve seen of these two.

("Time (Yelhigh! Remix)" by Satellite Empire plays as Anastasia lets the referee raise her hand in victory. She gives Finn a nod of respect as he rises and then leaves the ring to allow her the time to celebrate her win.)

Alpine: A big victory for our Rising Phoenix Champion here tonight against a very game Finn Whelan!

Rodz: No kidding, there were plenty of times I thought he had her!

(The cameras cut backstage where Finn is picked up by the cameras again as he makes his way to the locker to get cleaned up after his match. As he walks he passes Mason Daniels who is strutting just a bit and on his way to the ring. Mason rakes a nasty look over Finn and the guffaws at him.)

Mason Daniels: Well I wondered what a LOSER looks like!

Finn Whelan: You mean, you didn’t get enough the last time you looked in a mirror?

(Mason gets pissed super quick.)

Mason Daniels: Why you little prick!

(The pair immediately begin to throw hands, security rushing in to separate them just as Mason starts to swing his bat at Finn’s head! The two are swearing that they’ll fight sooner or later as security drags Mason towards the ringside area. The cameras cut to find Rowyn Starr looking quite soberly towards Toast who eagerly holds up his microphone to him.)

Toast: How are you feeling before this uh.. Fully Enclosed Cage Match tonight against Mason Daniels?

Rowyn Starr: Tonight, I am finally getting my hands on Mason, and there is no terrible thing I won't do to him to win this match. Nothing, and I mean nothing is too far here, and Mason needs to understand that.

Toast: That's pretty grim, Rowyn. What about your fans and supporters? The ones that always believed in you.

Rowyn Starr: To them, I apologize. But tonight there will be nothing to stop me from destroying Mason Daniels.

FULLY ENCLOSED STEEL CAGE MATCH

Mason Daniels vs. Rowyn Starr

(From Rowyn’s heavy words we go to a shot above the ring, showcasing the cage to be used in tonight’s match. The camera rotates, showing the imposing fifteen foot high steel cage from all sides.)

Alpine: Tonight ladies and gentlemen you are sure to see a match that will no doubt having you sending your kids to their rooms and your guts into the toilet.

Rodz: That’s IF you’re a pansy ass little bitch. But if you’re like me you let your kids watch and cheer for the gushing fountains of blood you’re going to witness.

Alpine: No wonder your kids are in prison. Anywho, prepare Phoenix Wrestling fans for the very epitome of a grudge match. Rowyn Starr versus Mason Daniels inside a fully enclosed steel cage. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.

(We go ringside to Lenne Hardt who awaits in the ring with her beaming ginger face. The cage descends as she talks, spotlights washing over it as it slowly lowers.)

Hardt: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a fully enclosed steel cage GRUDGE MATCH!

(Cheers from the audience as Hardt pops her eyes to ‘grudge’ match. The lights lower and we hear ‘This Is War’ by Ill Nino, bringing on drowning boos from the crowd. Out through the curtains to red sparklers steps Mason, screaming at the crowd and holding his barbed wire bat high. He’s sporting a ‘CRYSTAL IS MY PROPERTY’ t-shirt which brings on the hate even more from the crowd. Drinks are thrown at the asshole, and he does the best he can to deflect the junk with his bat on the way to the ring.)

Hardt: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 220 pounds even, he is the War Hound…..MMAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNN DDDDDDDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNIIIIIIEEEEEEELLLSSSSSSS!!!

Alpine: Why does Mason have his signature bat with him?

Rodz: Why not? This is a fully enclosed cage match Alkaline, that means absolutely anything goes.

Alpine: Really? Because usually they label those hardcore, or no holds barred.

Rodz: They aren’t holding bars you idiot, it’s a chain link cage, not a jungle gym cage.

(Alpine shakes his head as Mason slides into the ring right before the cage can lower over the top rope, bringing in his bat with him. He swings the bat wildly, getting Hardt to scream and back away from the center of the ring. Oz Jr. warns Mason and orders him to take his corner immediately. With the threat temporarily contained, Lenne goes back to the center of the ring a little shaken up. Mason’s theme ends, and is replaced by ‘Haunted’ by Poe. The crowd lights up with cheers, the Cow Palace coming to life as we see a wolf howling at the moon on the PhoenixTron. Lightning cracks, and the lights go off. Cell phones flip up all around the place, illuminating it heavily.)

Alpine: Looks like we have a power outage folks. Stay tuned, hopefully this resolves itself quickly.

Rodz: How the fuck did a lightning bolt go through the roof and knock out the power? I know the Cow Palace is old but c’mon that has to be one crazy ass bolt of lightning.

Alpine: No idea Johnny, but we got a he….

(The lights come back on, interrupting Freddy. Standing in the ring is Rowyn Starr, wearing a white t-shirt, blue jeans, ring boots, and hand wraps. His theme abruptly ends and Rowyn catches Mason off guard with a flying dropkick! Lenne clears out of the way as the bell rings, and these two go at it!)

DING DING DING!!!

(Ever the gentleman, Oz Oxford Jr. escorts Lenne out of the cage door, then locks it shut as Rowyn pounds on Mason in the corner. Rowyn pelts Mason down with boots and knees, doing his best to ground Mason and keep him from standing. However Mason still has that bat in his hand, and puts it into good use by ramming the tip of the bat into Rowyn’s ribcage! He flies back from the shot, grabbing his wounded ribs. Mason stands over Rowyn with a smile, a bit winded from just having his face punched in. He then swings up high, and comes down with an axe-like swing of the bat to Rowyn’s back! Rowyn is able to move just in time, allowing the bat to smash into the mat. Rowyn pushes up to his feet, feeling the burn of the barbed wire to midsection. Just as Mason rushes him for another bat smash, Rowyn clips Mason with a super kick, knocking him to the mat! Mason is still holding on strong to that bat though, refusing to let go. Rowyn rushes forward for a basement dropkick, but Mason dodges the shot and slams the bat on his chest as he lands on the mat! Mason follows that up with an even bigger swing, sticking the bat into the cloth of Rowyn’s white shirt to the “HOLY SHIT!!”s of the crowd. Blood pools around his chest as he forces it in, then rips away the bloody cloth from Rowyn’s chest with his pull. Rowyn screams in agonizing pain on the mat as Mason holds his bat up, proud of the damage it’s done. He then kicks Rowyn in the face and spits on him, bringing on the rabid boos of the crowd. A loud “DIE MASON DIE!!!” chant starts up, leading him to smile wide.)

Rodz: The crowd is chanting for you die Mason. That’s not a good thing.

Alpine: I think the sadist is just soaking in the hate. Rowyn needs to find a way to get that bat out of the equation or this may be a shorter match than I thought.

(Mason taunts to the crowd, giving Rowyn just the smallest amount of time to recover and plan his next move. He stands in the corner, blood soaking his white shirt to red quickly as he breathes heavily. Mason sees Rowyn as a sitting duck, and comes screaming into the corner with a running bat smash! If parents weren’t already covering their kids’ eyes, they’re doing it now. However Rowyn acts quickly and ducks under the shot and rolls around to Mason’s back, nailing a german release suplex!!! “OHHHS!!!” from the crowd as Mason stumbles up with the bat, woozy but still in fight mode. Rowyn tries to take that out of him and nails a dragon release suplex, folding Mason over on his neck! “OHHHS!!!” from the crowd as he struggles to stand with his bat, the object dangling in his corpse hand. Rowyn decides to put an end to this and hooks Mason from behind, dropping him on his spiky skull with the Remembrance!! A loud, “FUCK HIM UP ROWYN FUCK HIM UP!!! *CLAP CLAP*” chant gets going, bringing on a smile from him. He walks over to Mason, who is barely conscious, yet still gripping tightly to that barbed wire bat. He takes his boot and crunches down on Mason’s hand, leaving him screaming and regretfully relinquishing his prize possession. Rowyn picks up the stick off the ground, hands it to Oz Oxford Jr., who promptly unlocks the cage door and throws it to the outside! The crowd cheers for Rowyn’s action as he cracks his knuckles, getting ready to put the hurt on Mason.)

Alpine: Mason’s instrument of destruction has been taken away, leaving him at the mercy of one crazy Rowyn Starr!!

Rodz: I’ve legit never Rowyn this pissed. I almost feel bad for Mason, then I remember what an insufferable asshole he is, and I say nah, fuck that guy.

(Rowyn races at Mason and delivers an elbow drop on the spine as he’s getting up, dropping him back to the mat. He then rolls Mason over and mounts, and starts to unleash hell on his opponent! Oz Oxford Jr. doesn’t dare to step in as Rowyn’s taped fists quickly turn red from the stiff shots busting open Mason’s cuts from The Awakening. Mason musters up all he can to escape and get to his feet, and is already in retreat mode. He scampers away to the farthest corner from Rowyn as Rowyn chases after him. Mason tries to go for a half ass Spear, only for Rowyn to catch him with a knee to the face and drop him to his knees! From that position Rowyn grabs him by the back of his jeans, lifts him up, and throws him face first into the chain link fencing!! “OHHHS!!!” from the audience as Mason flops to the mat. Rowyn shows no mercy as he picks him up from behind again, and throws him into the opposite chain link fence face first!!! “OHHHSS!!”” from the crowd as the blood is really starting to flow on Mason’s face. Rowyn makes that problem much worse by picking him up by his face and grinding it hard into the fence!! Mason screams as we get an upclose shot of his horrifically gory face! Rowyn then throws him to the mat, kicks him in his bloody face, then spits on him for good measure. But that’s not all, he then yanks up the limp, bloody Mason by his jeans from behind, hooks him in a full nelson, then hits the Lamentations!! Another “FUCK HIM UP ROWYN FUCK HIM UP!! *CLAP CLAP*” chant gets going as Mason rolls over, leaving as massive blood print on the mat.)

Rodz: You’ll have to exclude the bitchery of my weak stomached colleague Freddy. He’s currently retching his guts out. So all I gotta say is, damn Rowyn! Don’t stop till’ they gotta toe tag and bag Mason! Fuck yeah!

(With Mason firmly grounded, Rowyn ascends the top rope, then starts climbing to the top of the cage. By this point Alpine has recovered and is back at the desk.)

Rodz: Got it all out?

Alpine: I think...wait what is Rowyn thinking of doing!?

Rodz: Something fucking cool so shut the fuck up and watch.

(Once he gets to the top, he looks down at the heavy breathing, incredibly bloody Mason. He then flies off the top of the cage, nailing Mason’s own Halo Drop on him! “HOLY SHIT!!” from the audience as the impact sends him bouncing off and clutching his gored up chest! Both competitors lay on the mat, with Rowyn laying right next to Mason. Even though the air might be knocked out of him, Rowyn does his best to cover as he limply lays over Mason!)

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(Suddenly lightning strikes, and the lights go off, once again. The fans are in cellphone flash mode around the arena, waiting the situation to resolve itself.)

Rodz: Great timing there lightning. Please tell me Masaru didn’t come to fuck this match up.

Alpine: I would think he would have a match to prepare for, but you never know.

(There’s darkness around the arena for a much longer period this time, leading plenty of people to boo. A “TURN THE LIGHTS ON!! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* chant starts up as they try to get this match back on. There’s some rumbling heard in the ring, and all of a sudden the lights go back on. Both Rowyn and Mason are barely standing, and there in the middle of them is Crystal with the barbed wire bat! The crowd cheers as she looks back and forth between both men.)

Alpine: Why is Crystal down here!? Rowyn had Mason dead to rights!

(Before Rodz can add to that, Crystal looks to Mason, mouths you’re dead, then swings around and cracks Rowyn in the face with the bat!! Drowning boos from the crowd as Rowyn hits the ropes, looking very woozy. The slightly refreshed Mason takes advantage, using what strength he has left to hit the Javelin!! The boos are soaking the two as Mason drops down and goes for the pin…)

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3!!!!

WINNER: Mason Daniels via PINFALL @ 11 minutes, 15 seconds.

Alpine: I can’t believe it! Crystal just turned on her own brother!

Rodz: I can, Mason has a very good selection of drugs. He must be cocktailing her twenty four seven.

Alpine: That BITCH!

Rodz: Altoids, the children. Watch your language.

(Freddy gives Rodz a dirty look as Crystal and the ref raise the bloody, barely standing Mason’s hands. The cage raises up as 'This Is War' by Ill Nino plays over the PA. Mason then goes and starts stomping Rowyn further into the canvas, each kick filled with enormous amount of hatred. He wasn’t the only one on in the ‘kickfest of Rowyn’. Rowyn’s sister, Crystal joined in as well, delivering stomps to her brother as the boos reigned in heavily.)

Alpine: This is downright disgusting! How can you do such?

Rodz: I’m a bit speechless ... not for those reasons though. Speechless because this is a great moment right now. When ‘Brotherly love” goes in the complete wrong direction. Crystal is laying down those kick, right to the ribs!

Alpine: How can you even be enjoying this display?

(Crystal pulled out a shaver, showcasing it to the audience before kneeling down next to Rowyn as she grabbed at his ponytail. She held it for a moment before deleting it from the back of his head with the shaver, holding the tail up in the air, proud of the moment scalping her brother, well former at this point.)

Alpine: She just scalped her own brother!

Rodz: This is simply amazing! There’s no coming back from that. Crystal knows it and she’s owning it right now. My god this is amazing. Rowyn is getting humiliated! Gonna be real different without that lock of hair on his head!

(Crystal handed the cut-off tail to Mason, who holds it high up in the air, feeling mighty. Mighty he felt for only a moment as he got shot right to the floor via a dropkick by Finn Whelan as the boos quickly went to cheers in favor of his surprise showing. Crystal exited the ring with dire quickness. Mason rolled to the outside floor after taking that dropkick. Finn went after the microphone as he stood in the middle of the ring pointing at Mason.)

Finn Whelan: You want to attack me backstage, huh? You coward! That’s fine though, it’s you and me at Tempest!

(Finn drops the mic as th crowd approves, applauding. Mason nods, agreeing to the challenge with that sinister smirk of his as things fade from ringside momentarily to a commercial.)

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[Slaine Rodrick]

(Chris Andrew and Faith are backstage and Chris is a little hyped up tonight, excited at this chance to be the team that gets the very first Phoenix Wrestling Duos championships. Faith on her part has a bit of a case of nerves, though she is resolved and determined to fight through this and hopefully forward to victory. Chris tries to engage her and get her to talk a couple of times when he finally crouches down where she is sitting and wrapping her hands before the match.)

Chris Andrew: You sure you’re alright for tonight? Is your head in this match or not? I mean, are you feeling up to snuff, ready to compete or are we wasting our time?

(Faith looks offended, her temper touched.)

Faith: Don’t you worry about me out there. Worry about yourself.

(She rises up and leaves the room, leaving Chris standing there blinking with an expression that clearly said “well okay then”. The cameras cut elsewhere backstage where Aurora and Masaru are sitting in a darkened private locker room, the lights low to keep Olly happier while they wait just a little bit longer before they will head out to the ring for their match.)

Aurora: Finally, Masaru.

(He looks at her curiously, and blinks.)

Aurora: Tonight's finally the night. After all this time, what I should never have had taken from me, will return to me. I couldn’t think of a better partner to share this moment, your violence is quite fine.

(Masaru beams a smile at her, then holds out his left wrist for Olly to perch on before he turns and holds out his right arm for Rori to take so he can walk them both to the ring.)

Masaru Inoue: Quite fine indeed. Let’s go get them, I can’t wait any longer.

MAIN EVENT

Duos Championship Match

Hell Is Waiting(Aurora and Masaru Inoue) vs. Chris Andrew and Faith 

Rodz: Oooh. Trouble in paradise for team Teen?

Alpine: There’s obviously some tension there, but nothing that I hope will distract them from putting on a career defining match.

Rodz: I dunno Alkie, that almost looked like a lover’s quarrel. I’ll be shocked if Faith doesn’t walk out of the ring and leave Andrew to the wolves.

Alpine: For once in your life, try to be optimistic. Can this young upstart team defeat two of the toughest wrestlers in PW existence? Let’s find out!

(Lenne Hardt awaits in the ring, smiling out to the crowd as she stands on the blood soaked mat.)

Hardt: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the vacant Duos Championships!!

(A roar from the crowd as Oz Oxford holds the brand new belts up to the hard camera side, showing off a pair of platinum embossed phoenixes on each of the titles. He then drops the titles down and hands them over to the timekeeper as the lights dim. ‘Monster’ by Stitched Up Heart plays, bringing out Faith through the curtains. Orange sparklers shower the entranceway, leading her to step through, but look back. She then huffs out a plume of smoke and makes her way to the ring under an orange spartan helmet spotlight. Andrew finally comes out once the sparklers clear, and once he does the theme changes to ‘Renegade Cavalcade’ by Ash. The lights go back on and he follows behind Faith, who is looking less than enthused that he ruined her entrance.)

Hardt: Making their way to the ring at a combined weight of 339 pounds, THE TEAM OF CCCCCCCHHHHHRRRRRRIIIIIISSSSSSS AAAAAANNNNNNNNNDDDDDRRRRREEEEEWWWWW AAAAAANNNNNDDDDD FFFFFFFAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIITTTTTTTTHHHHHHHH!!!!!

Rodz: Well isn’t that cute! She shook him up so bad he had to go to the sound booth and request a separate theme!

Alpine: I think that was already in the plans, but whatever Johnny, just makes stuff up to support your cause.

Rodz: Freddy, I’m trying to make a point here, and that point is Faith and Chris are doomed from the start. They’re the next Sunny and Chris.

Alpine: Who?

Rodz: Err, I meant to say Sonny and Cher. Lotta absinthe today.

(Faith rolls into the ring and goes to her corner looking irritated. Chris doesn’t even bother talking strategy and walks up the steps to his side of the apron. He stands there looking out into the crowd as Faith paces in place, awaiting Masaru and Aurora. The lights dim, Chris’s theme ends, and a loud mixed reaction comes from the Cow Palace. ‘Twisted Nerve’ starts to play over the PA, bringing on that familiar whistling song. The crowd whistles along as a violent montage of Aurora and Masaru dismantling people shows on the PhoenixTron. Black smoke fills the entranceway, completely concealing the curtain. A dark light spotlight shines down on the smoke, showing the ghostly visages of Masaru and Aurora as they emerge through the smoke simultaneously. From there the two make their way to the ring looking intent to kill.)

Hardt: Making their way to the ring, weighing in at a combined weight of 335 pounds, they are Aurora and Masaru Inoue….HEEEEEEEEEELLLLLL…..IIIISSSSSSS…….WWAAAAAAAAIIIIITTTTTTTTTTIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGGGGG!!!!!

Alpine: Only a four pound difference between the teams, making this a pretty close match on paper.

Rodz: That’s the thing, on paper. My toilet paper sees more pounds of shit in a month then either of these team’s weight.

Alpine: That’s not the type of paper I was talking about. And your bowel movements aren’t evenly remotely as interesting as either of these teams.

Rodz: I dunno. 50/50 bet says my shit drives for a higher price than a Faith DVD on the black market.

(Masaru smiles at the end of Lenne’s trill and slides into the ring. He’s still sporting bandages from his war with Mason, the cuts nearly healed. Aurora takes the steps and goes to her corner, resting her elbows on the pads and waiting for their theme to end. Masaru paces just like Faith, staring her down and just waiting for the opportunity to go to toe to toe. Their theme silences and the lights go on, leading Aurora to lean into Masaru’s ear and whisper game plan. Oz Oxford Jr. looks to Faith, then Masaru, then waves for the bell.)

DING DING DING!!!

(Masaru comes charging out of the gate with a smile, showing off his black mouthguard lined with hatchets over the teeth. Faith isn’t the type to back down and meets him the center of the ring. Faith goes for a left leg kick to slow him down, checked. She then goes for a teep kick, Masaru catches it. He then takes his other hand and places it on her throat, looking to choke her. She stops that real quick with a lightning enziguri which takes him to the mat, dropping him to his knees. Before Masaru can get up she quickly rolls a senton over his back, then kicks him in the ribs upon standing! He rolls to his feet quickly, wincing but still very much in the game. Faith comes in with a couple of jabs, wary of using her kicks after being caught so easily. Masaru dodges the jabs, looking for an opportunity. She goes for a couple combos to the midsection, blocked by Masaru. Thinking she has him stuck on blocking below, she aims high for a head kick, only for Maz to snatch it and convert to a modified snapping underarm STO! Faith grabs her hyper extended leg, grimacing in pain as Masaru walks around her with a smile. He returns the kick from earlier with a kick of his own, nailing her in the ribs!! “OHHHS!!!” from the crowd as she rolls over to the ropes and tries to get on all fours. Masaru looms over her, ready to do some damage.)

Alpine: Faith is far away from her corner and Masaru has her to his advantage after that wicked modified underarm snapping STO!! She might have hyperextended her leg there, which would seriously put her team at a disadvantage.

Rodz: Eh, she’ll be alright. She’s a former gymnast, that’s just a minor boo boo.

(Faith tries to use the ropes to stand, but also catches Masaru approaching out of the corner of her eye. Just as he’s about to come in for another rib punt, Faith springs forward with a solid spear, tackling Masaru to the mat and ending up in mount! She starts pounding down on Masaru as the crowd comes to their feet! Masaru blocks the best he can as Faith rains down, eventually catching one of her punches and pulling her into guard. Aurora can be heard screaming in the background, “STAND HER UP!!” to which Masaru obliges. As Faith tries to struggle out of Masaru’s guard he holds on tight, waiting for Oz to stand them up from lack of activity. After ten seconds he gets what he wants, and Oz stands up the two to a loud mixed reaction from the crowd. He waves for them to fight and they get right back into it, Faith chasing down Masaru with punches and she limps. He ducks through the ropes on a barrage, grabs the top rope, flips his body weight up and over, and kicks Faith in the back of the head! She limp stumbles to the center of the ring, and Masaru takes advantage by irish whipping her to the ropes. What he didn’t count on is Chris Andrew tagging himself in to the the cheers of the crowd! Faith grabs the ropes and looks over like what the hell? As Chris Andrew enters the ring.)

Rodz: Woo boy. Faith looks like she’s about to punt Chris’s grape nuts into his throat.

Alpine: She can’t blame the guy for tagging himself in. He’s just looking out for his tag team partner’s well being.

Rodz: Like I told you Allstate, she’s a former gymnast. An icepack and a rub down from big daddy Rodz is all she needs.

Alpine: I think I speak for Faith when I say, ew.

(Faith begrudgingly steps to the outside of the ring as Masaru stands there, blood leaking from one of the bandages on his forehead. Instead of squaring off with Chris, Masaru back steps to his corner and tags in Aurora to a loud mixed reaction from the crowd. She enters the ring and steps up to Chris, who starts rounding with her after a deep breath. The two lock up and Chris tries to show off his strength advantage by pushing Aurora to the corner. She makes him pay for that by twisting his arm into a hammerlock, lowering his left ankle with her leg leg, then doing a float over kneeling DDT, dropping him to the mat! Since he’s near the outside, Chris rolls out and grabs his sore head, getting another deep breath in. Aurora simply stands in the ring and smiles, arms folded and waiting for him to fight. He rounds about to the other side of the ring and slides in. He goes for another lock up, this time he quickly gets her in a side headlock. Before she can counter he throws her to the ropes, she bounces off, goes for bicycle kick, he rolls under, nips up to his feet, only to be met by a swinging high kick! He matrixes, comes back up to block a high knee, shoves her back, then nails Aurora with a spinning roundhouse kick! She hits the mat, looking up with a somewhat impressed look as Chris has a look of disbelief on their face. The crowd is popping for Chris taking down the former champ! That pop doesn't last long though, and changes to boos as the Collective, Tony Tira and Gino Fortliti stand atop the ramp.)

Alpine: Oh great, these guys. Please don't mess up this match. That said, Chris showing off his impressive array of kicks there! That’s one area where Faith and Chris compliment each other nicely.

Rodz: That’s the only compliment you’re gonna see this night from them. I can’t wait to eavesdrop on the insults and accusations thrown later on.

(Aurora looks over to the Collective, then nods and stands, getting back into the circle with Chris. The Collective make their way ringside, watching the action closely. Aurora comes in cautiously, looking for an opening as Chris holds his fists up. Just as she gets close he goes for the PAL, chasing Aurora back to her corner! However Chris comes to close to the ropes and a blatant Tony Tira trip, causing Chris to faceplant on the bottom pad! As Oz Jr. warns the Collective about interfering Aurora quickly tags Masaru in and he comes flying over the top rope with a double stomp on the back of Chris’s head as he’s standing! “HOLY SHIT!!!” chants from the crowd as Faith can tell her partner is hurt and is begging for that tag. Before Oz can call her out Masaru yanks up Chris and hoists him up on his shoulders. Aurora climbs up on the nearest turnbuckles, moonsaults off, and hits a modified Ghostly Kiss DDT on Chris Andrew! His head spikes off the mat violently as the crowd chants “HOLY SHIT!!!” The Collective applauds the move as Masaru goes for the pin. Aurora stands there staring at Faith, begging her to interfere.)

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Hardt: Your winners…..and NEW Phoenix Wrestling Duos Champions…..HEEEEEEELLLLLLL…..IISSSSSSSSSS…….WAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTIIIIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGG!!!!!

WINNERS, AND NEW PW DUOS CHAMPIONS: Hell Is Waiting (Aurora and Masaru Inoue) via PINFALL @ 8 minutes, 49 seconds.

Alpine: They did it! Aurora and Masaru are the new tag team champs, defeating a young up and coming team like Faith and Chris Andrew. I hope this loss doesn’t derail them and they can come back stronger than ever.

Rodz: As long as Faith is in the ring 90 percent of the time, maybe. Otherwise this team has gone bust.

(Seth Black comes out after the fiasco at ringside with The Collective intervening. All things pause in the ring momentarily, though by this time Faith and Chris have settled thier teakettles respectively.)

Seth Black: Completely unsatisfied with what we’ve just seen. I’m far from pleased with how this inaugural Duos title match went down. I expected a clean, healthy, hard-fought match that everyone could take home that they had the pleasure of witnessing a classic!

(Seth paces back and forth on the stage.)

Seth Black: I wasn’t expecting to having these hungry scavengers come out looking for a carcass that's for sure. So since The Collective so badly wants a shot, and my own dissatisfaction with how this ended? I’m going to do you all a favor and do some on-the-spot booking here!

Alpine: Oh boy, that wicked mind of our GM. Only wild thoughts imagined.

Rodz: Gotta love it! These folks are amped. They know what’s up!

(The crowd starts getting excited, knowing how crazy it can be when Seth has to make on-the-spot decisions.)

Seth Black: At “Tempest” ...  Aurora and Masaru will take on The Collective AND the team of Faith and Chris Andrew for the Duos Titles in a .... TRIPLE THREAT TLC MATCH!!!

(The fans completely go ape shit, hearing that announcement of a TLC Match taking place to call a winner and Champion of these Duos Titles at Tempest. The fans start getting off a “TLC! TLC! TLC! TLC!” chant. The two teams in the ring and the third ringside engage in staredowns as they stand in front of the fans.)

Seth Black: Have a good night!

(Dropping the microphone, Seth makes his way to the back as the fans continually pour it on with the cheers.)

Alpine: What an announcement from our GM. We got ourselves a Triple Threat TLC Match featuring “Hell Is Waiting” that is Aurora and Masaru Inoue the “The Collective” with Geno Forliti and Tony Tira, and Faith and Chris Andrew! Oh boy!

Rodz: It’s definitely going to be lit!

Alpine: Lit is right!

Rodz: So much more to witness at Tempest, you better tune the hell in!

Alpine: That’s right! You do NOT want to miss Tempest. It will be another instant classic. Believe me. What a way to head into the PPV with tonight. Valiant finally gets a title shot against the great one himself, Cassius Reed.

Rodz: It’s going to be ... funky!!!

Alpine: Right indeed! Well folks, that’s all we have for you tonight. We hope to see you at Tempest! Goodnight folks!