PW Presents Redemption 108

[Slaine Rodrick]

PW Presents...

Redemption 108
May 30th, 2017
Las Pulgas
Tijuana, Mexico

***ON AIR***

Alpine: Complete air of excitement here tonight as we prepare to get this party started!

Rodz:We've got a stacked show and the fans are eager to witness it, but right now I'm getting word from the back that our Iron King and Rebirth Champion has a few words to say, so let's cut to the back!

(The camera comes up backstage to reveal the 2017 Iron King, and the current Rebirth Champion, Cassius Reed. He’s dressed in a sharp white suit, his iron crown nestled in his afro, with his title belt about his waist… but most notably, he is not currently dressed like a man about to have a wrestling match. Stood by him is Kiko Hirayama, wearing another elegantly styled traditional Mexican dress. She looks excitedly to the camera.)

Kiko Hirayama: Hello Phoenix Wrestling! Once more, I’m joined by Cassius Reed, who…

(She stops, Cassius having placed his hand over the microphone. She looks up at him, confused a moment, but in response Cassius merely raises a single eyebrow. Sudden realisation dawns, and she nods, with Cassius finally relinquishes the microphone.)

Kiko Hirayama: Sorry, King Cassius, who tells me that he has an important declaration to make before tonight’s main event match. Is that right?

(Cassius nods, before gently, but firmly, taking the microphone from her hands, before positioning himself in between her and the camera, so it can focus entirely on him.)

Cassius Reed: Denizens of Cassius’ Iron Kingdom, welcome. Now, King Cassius knows you were all hopeful that you would get to the see the Iron King himself lead his team to victory tonight, but Cassius is forced to be the bearer of bad news. Due to circumstances beyond his control, Cassius Reed will not be wrestling tonight.

(The gasp from Kiko is audible even from her position behind Cassius. He turns, raising an eyebrow at her, before continuing.)

Cassius Reed: Now Cassius knows how demoralizing this must be for all you at home, who have tuned into this show just to see King Cassius ply his trade, or the local crowd who have forked out their hard earned pesos just to have the chance to elevate their pathetic existences a bit by being in the proximity of the Iron King? El Rey de Hierro? But worry you not! The Iron King has organised his own replacement to fight in his stead!

(Another gasp from Kiko.)

Cassius Reed: Damn, girl. You really need to get a doctor to check that out. Now where was Cassius? Oh, right. That’s right. Cassius has arranged his own replacement. Who?, Cassius hears you cry. Well, actually, “¿Que?”, but you get what Cassius means. But you suckas? You’re gunna have to wait and see.

(He smiles at the camera.)

Cassius Reed: All you suckas need to know right now? Is that it don’t matter who steps up to represent Cassius: as long as the Iron King is involved, his royal streak continues. Long Live The King.

(He tosses the mic high up over his shoulder, as he strides offscreen, with Kiko quickly dashing forward to catch it.)

Kiko Hirayama: Big news from Cassius Re- King Cassius! Just who will be replacing him in tonight’s main event? Luckily, it’s not too long until we find out!

Alpine: Mind. Blown. 

Rodz: She couldn't have asked him WHO it is? What's wrong with that girl? 

Alpine: It also blows my betting spread dang it... I mean, never mind. We still have a huge show ahead of us and now a mystery to figure out!

Rodz: This just feels so odd!

(We cut backstage to the image of a grinning Brandon Garcia, still a strange sight in suit and tie, his features are shadowed slightly by the hulking figure behind him. [REDACTED] can be seen in the background propped against an unseen wall. Their location is unknown, but a neon blue hue bleeding into the frame signified they were somewhere backstage. Garcia cleared his throat, adjusted his tie, and after a quick glance back at his protege, settled a merciless glare toward the watching audience.)

Brandon Garcia: Good evening, salutations, hola. I think you get the picture. I feel it necessary to rid ourselves of all pleasantries prior the official debut of the man hulking behind me.

(A quick gesture of his hand shot out toward the masked menace, as though it were not quite clear who is was referring to.)

Brandon Garcia: Once this man steps into that ring, all responsibility I have for him, all ties, and contractual obligations, are non-existent. On this particular occasion, the only man who holds any real control in what occurs, is his opponent, Oni Kamigawa. A task I would wish upon no-one.

([REDACTED] growls something under his voice, his muffled, foreign words, barely heard but the tone was clear.)

Brandon Garcia: For those of you who couldn’t quite hear that, Red here simply referred to him as ‘the target’. That is all he is to this man. He does not see the humanity stepping up to face him, he simply sees an object, a slab of meat that he is legally contracted to eliminate. Now this sort of mentality is not new to our blood fueled industry, and I won’t stand here and tell you what makes Red different. What I will do is allow his exhibition within the ring to speak for itself.

(Nearby light faltered and momentarily cast the pair in an eerie glow. Garcia continued to unfazed.)

Brandon Garcia: However! Whilst I feel no need to sell the man I represent. I do feel it important to set out some ground rules. For the staff of Phoenix Wrestling, and the staff of Las Pulgas, for the fans that stick around after the show, and whoever the hell else might cross paths with Red here. I want to emphasize to those of you I have just listed, this man is not to be approached. He is not to be spoken with. You are not to make eye contact, linger his presence, or merely utter his name. I might shed all responsibility once he steps in the ring, but outside of it? Well right there, he is a representative of the Hapi House Gym, and I can’t afford to pay for your medical expenses.

(Garcia rolls his neck and motions for [REDACTED] to join him. His brutish appearance becoming more apparent the closer he gets to the camera.)

Brandon Garcia: With the necessary warnings out of the way, it leaves us with some parting words for the aforementioned ‘target’, Oni Kamigawa. Luck will not come to your aid, your opponent has simply had that possibility drilled out of him. You can rid yourself of the concern that I may intervene in proceedings, doing so would put myself in as much danger as you and I don’t have the insurance. Red has seen such atrocities that have all but ruled out the presence of anything other than a bloodthirsty god watching over you. So you are left with only one path to tread, one course of action that is feasible, you give yourself a moment, seconds, whatever it takes to pool together every ounce of strength you have, every speck of energy you can store, focus on it all, draw it in. Apply every string of knowledge you may have, and recant every word of the strategy you have plotted out. If you do this, every step, you might, just might, survive the night.

(Garcia let the words sit, before [REDACTED] leaned in to the camera, the full horror of his death mask engulfing the screen, and growled.)

[REDACTED]: You won’t.

Rodz: Damn. Usually I wouldn’t sell a Jap giant like Oni short, but this battle tank [REDACTED] could very well cripple him.

Alpine: Oni has been on a down-slide as of late, but desperately needs to get back to his winning ways. Lets hope that Oni can survive this match.

Rodz: You heard the dude with the black spray painted ninja turtle mask, he won’t. Don’t doubt Garcia’s monster!

[REDACTED] vs. Oni Kamigawa

(By the time the camera cut to the ring Oni was already there, his theme music fading as he awaits his challenger. The lights drop and ‘To Carry The Seeds of Death Within Me’ by the Body plays. A creepy black and white video of [REDACTED] dragging a body through a decrepit cabin plays as the monster [REDACTED] makes his way out to ringside with Brandon Garcia trailing along. Brandon shouts out instructions to [REDACTED] over his loud music. He walks to the ring under a dark blue spotlight, pounding his fist against his palm as he stares down Oni. Oni returns the stare with a wave and a hunch. [REDACTED] walks up the steps and swings through the ropes, looking to damage Oni but thankfully Malik Demitrious steps in and separates the two. His theme fades, as does his spotlight, and the lights turn back on. Malik rings for the bell and the two bulls clash into each other right off the bat with a collar and elbow tie up. The two push each other back a little, struggling for position until a sharp shove knocks Oni off balance and sends him to the corner. [REDACTED] runs forward for a splash, but Oni snakes out of the corner and fires back quickly with a side kick to the ribs. The shot keeps [REDACTED] in the corner for the time being as Oni backs up. He then comes running in with a big yakuza kick, only for [REDACTED] to catch him in a capture suplex, turn out of the corner, then release suplex across the ring! Garcia points and laughs in Oni’s face as he cringes on the mat.)

Rodz: That dude is the the strongest luchadore I’ve ever seen. He just took a solid heavyweight and tossed him like a cruiserweight.

Alpine: [REDACTED]’s insane strength cannot be denied. It’s easy to see why Garcia invested in this scary new talent.

([REDACTED] keeps up the pressure with a big running senton drop across the back of Oni! Oni tries to slide out, but the surprisingly quick [REDACTED] catches him by his legs from behind, then tosses him across the ring with a Kama Ode! By this point the fans are on their feet at seeing the spectacle of a heavyweight ragdolling a slightly bigger heavyweight. Oni holds onto his spine and kicks in pain as [REDACTED] stalks after him. He rips up Oni to his feet by his ears, then tosses him to the ropes. He sets him up for the Bola Bomb, but Oni surprises him with a quick kick to the chin, followed by an irish whip of his own! Oni then slings him to the ropes, only for [REDACTED] to counter the swing at the last moment! Oni goes flying to the outside off the reverse irish whip, and [REDACTED] gets some space from the ropes, getting the crowd cheering. As soon as Oni stands, [REDACTED] comes flying through the ropes with the Bullet Catcher! Oni goes flying back against the guardrail from the impact, then crumples on all fours as he looks out of it. Garcia stands near Oni, pointing to [REDACTED] and shouting “THIS IS WHAT A MONSTER LOOKS LIKE!!”)

Alpine: Indeed, that is a man that can be a threat in Phoenix in due time.

Rodz: And he can fly! Did you just see that? That big motherfucker did a diving uppercut to the outside!

Alpine: Yes Johnny, I did. Only fitting to start the night off right with a masked luchador flying out of the ring.

([REDACTED] snatches up Oni and tosses him back into the ring by his slacks. Oni then slides into the ring, hunching down and eying Oni as Brandon yells “FINISH HIM!!” Oni hears this and charges at [REDACTED] for a rising clothesline, only for [REDACTED] to catch his back, lift him up, then drop him on his head with a Matkal Massacre!! “OHHHH!!!”s from the audience as Oni rolls over on his back looking out of it. Instead of pinning him, [REDACTED] lifts up his limp body and easily carries him over to the nearest top rope. With Oni seated, he grabs him from behind then plants him in the center of the ring with the DeBellatio! From there he goes for the pin, easily getting a three count over the out of it, and possibly injured Oni.)

WINNER: [REDACTED] via PINFALL @ 4 minutes, 18 seconds.

(The bell dings, signaling the end of the match but it seems to mean nothing to the likes of [REDACTED] who continued through the finishing bell with his assault on Kamigawa. The referee, wasn’t even trying to involve himself with that monster. [REDACTED] pulled Oni Kamigawa up as he hoisted him up back over to the corner, adjusting him before delivering once again the “Debellatio”.)

Alpine: My God, he’s obliterating Oni! This is unneeded. What’s the reason for this senseless attack?

Rodz: I love it! He’s showcasing his rare power and strength. He doesn’t care about wins or losses, he just wants to destroy all in sight. Oni is just that, a victim!

(Oni slammed hard and viciously into the canvas only ignited the masked individual who took to do a repeat without any interruption and again the same result. He looks to try for a trifecta but a crew of PW Officials scoured into the ring as they held their hands up for [REDACTED] to pause. Looking down at the seemingly unconscious Oni, [REDACTED] looked at the officials and back at Oni before choosing to back himself out of the ring. His attention remained focused on Oni but he had made his way from the ring and up the ramp as things picked up in the back.)

Graves: It annoys me heavily that this is all I get as my opponent for the night. There’s no spark. Nothing to get me amped. You know how how I am, I like to know that I’m getting something from my opponent. I liked to get amped and with some scum like Fin-Nisher, its difficult. He’s a useless, incoherent bum!

(Gabrielle walks over towards her client/boyfriend as she gives him a pat on the shoulder and an assuring smirk)

Gabrielle: Look at it this way, Ryan, the quicker you destroy him, the quicker you can get in these jeans...

(Ryan approach brightened up as he gave her a look. A shot of confidence injected into Graves as he pounded both of his fists together, feeling the jolt. He confidently walked off heading to ringside.)

Alpine: Ready to see the debut of “The Tyrant of Pandemonium” in Ryan Graves. He looks to be ready for a fight now.

Rodz: Damn right he better be! His girlfriend just gave him some very inspiring words there.

Alpine: Ryan doesn’t seem to be too concerned about his opposition in the Fin-Nisher. Fin may not have the best win-loss record, but he’s been known to pull wins out of nowhere.

Rodz: Yeah I think it’s pretty safe for Ryan to call Fin a bum and no sell the vet. Ryan hospitalized Hirooki Rajin in his dark match debut. While I don’t think he can kill Fin, as he is immortal, I do feel he can steamroll him.

Alpine: Oh there’s no question about that. When Fin calls himself a cockroach, he means it.

Ryan Graves vs. The Fin-Nisher

(First to make his way out to the ring is the Fin-Nisher, coming out to the blaring tune of a dance beat rendition of ‘You’re The Best’ by Joe Esposito. The crowd gets bouncing for his song, hyping out Fin who comes through the crowd from the bar it looks like being patted on the back by his brother. In his hand is a drink, which he quickly downs and tosses aside before hopping the guardrail. He does a running high five around the ring before sliding in and raising the roof to the hot crowd. His theme fades, and is replaced by ‘Till’ I Collapse’ by Eminem. Despite Ryan being a ‘bad guy’, the crowd gets into his dance friendly song as he walks through the curtain with his manager Gabrielle. He shakes his head to the dancing crowd before sliding into the ring and outstretching his arms to Fin. Fin eagerly jumps and waves him on like a spaz, getting the crowd laughing. Ryan’s theme comes to an end, and Malik signals for the bell. Fin comes flying at Ryan right off the bat with a flying forearm! The shot catches him off guard, sending him to the ropes! Fin goes for clothesline, but since Ryan has his back to the ropes he lifts Fin up and over, sending him crashing into the outer mat! He grabs his spine and groans as Ryan slides to the outside. Gabrielle looks to interfere but Twin calls out to her and wags his finger. Ryan picks up Fin and rams him shoulder first into the ringpost, then throws him into the ring, following in shortly after. He doesn’t give Fin room to breathe as he smashes down on his back and head with big stomps. Fin tries to escape to the ropes but Ryan grabs him by his hair from behind then launches him on his head with a backdrop suplex! Fin kicks in pain and grabs the back of his head as Ryan looks over to Gabrielle with a smile.)

Alpine: With what we’ve seen already, the damage done would have put a normal man in a hospital.

Rodz: The sooner newcomers realize Fin is eternal, the better. I’ve seen him shoot himself during a game of Russian Roulette and live. Fin is here to stay baby!

(Ryan picks up Fin and throws him to the nearby ropes. Showing off his agility, Ryan lands a bicycle kick to the chin of Fin, knocking him to the mat! Ryan then picks Fin up by his neck and starts to talk trash in his face. Fin counters this by spitting in Ryan’s face, headbutting him, then dropkicking him to the mat! The crowd lights up for Fin’s comeback as he balls his fists and screams! Ryan stands and he receives a flying knee strike to the face, knocking him to the corner! It’s there that Fin follows in with stomps, screaming as he does so! He then backs up, then comes racing back to the corner with a flying low dropkick! However Gabrielle is able to pull her man out of harm’s way just in time, leaving Fin screaming at Ryan on the outside to come in and fight. Ryan nods and slides back in, and sadly Fin decides to have a fist fight with Ryan. A spastic combo is easily countered with a big left hook, flooring Fin to the mat. Fin still has some fight in him and comes up with a european uppercut. Ryan takes the shot like it’s nothing, kicks Fin in the gut, then grabs him by the neck. With a swift pick up he dumps Fin with a chokeslam to the mat! However instead of pinning he quickly hoists him back up to his feet, then dumps him again, this time with a sitout chokeslam for the pin!)

1….

2….

(And a kickout. Ryan throws Fin off of him and looks livid at the referee as Gabrielle voices her grievances in the background. A loud “FIN!!” chant is circulating now in an effort to get him to his feet.)

Alpine: How in the Sam heck did Fin kick out of that double chokeslam!? The fight in this dog is unmatched!

Rodz: I take it he’s extremely loaded from seeing him at the bar for the past three hours. He doesn’t feel a thing.

(Ryan grabs Fin in a grit tooth fury and hooks him for a suplex. He then converts it in midair, slamming Fin to the mat with a Tyrant Cutter! Boos from the crowd as he goes right back for Fin, picking up the nearly unconscious foreigner. He then throws him out, and into his Pure Pandemondium, getting a collective “OHHH!!” from the crowd as he goes for the pin. With Fin looking loopy Ryan has no problem getting the hook leg pin.)

WINNER: Ryan Graves via PINFALL @ 3 minutes, 02 seconds.

Alpine: Looks like Graves is far from done!

Rodz: Making a great first impression. I like this kid!

(Graves goes after Fin, putting both in a combination of punches and kicks as Fin tries his best to escape but Graves has him right where he wants him ... until the sightings of Fin’s twin brother, Twin-Nisher comes in fire-red with a chair in his hands, ready to lay steel to that of Graves but Graves wisely dodges any of Twin’s shots with the chair as he gets nothing but ropes. Graves points to Twin-Nisher who has the chair up, on-guard while Graves rounded the ring and making it to the ramp. Scene switches from that to Parking garage where Mason Daniels and Crystal appeared.)

Mason Daniels: Tonight will be special. Its going to go smooth without a hitch. He will get what is well-deserved. Trust me!.

Crystal: You know, maybe you should slow down with these plans. You know, maybe take it...easy?

(Mason looked at the much different Crystal as he shook his head, clearly disagreeing on his end.)

Mason Daniels: Take it easy? What the hell do you mean?

Crystal: Well, you’re putting yourself in a serious position to be suspended or even worse, fired. Need to go at this with a better plan.

(Mason laughed hysterically towards her.)

Mason Daniels: Suspended or fired? By who? Seth Black? That pussy? He doesn’t have the ballsack to do anything! He hasn’t done shit before and damn sure won’t start doing now...especially after what I have planned going forward tonight!

(Daniels had that sick, psychotic look on his face as he looked on to what he had in store while the look on Crystal face wasn’t that enthusiastic as before. The cameras transition from the parking lot back to ringside.)

(Silversun Pickups by Nightlight plays, an eerie hush falling over the fans as they recognize whose music this is. If any were still in doubt, Olly the owl comes flying from behind the curtains to perch on the top right turnbuckle facing the ramp and waits.)

Putting more makeup on the masks that we wear

Turning our nightlights on in the daytime to scare

Alpine: Oh God what does this freakshow want, his match isn’t until later tonight!

Rodz: Maybe he’s wondering if his side is facing a team at a huge disadvantage instead of the usual one? Maybe he’s confessing to being the Zodiac Killer? Who knows with the Maz-o-chist...

Alpine: The Zodiac Killer stopped killing before Masaru Inoue was even born, what the hell Rodz!

Rodz: Genius plotting, maybe Alpine!

(Masaru appears on the stage and looks around slowly, starting off with a methodical pace, but spying Olly he grins frighteningly wide and nearly skips down the ramp to climb the ringsteps, plucking a microphone from his pocket.)

If we say that (we want it)

We only want it with the lights out

If it's a game, well (we want it)

We only want it with the lights out

Masaru Inoue: You see, here I am!

(He twirls in place in the center of the ring for a moment before he abruptly stops.)

Masaru Inoue: I know something youuuuu don’t know. I hear things. I hear this whole talk talk talk that Cassius Reed, he’s the toughest. He’s the King! But see, this does not suit me. This does not soothe me. This upsets me! No one on this roster now or ever, is tougher than me! ME! I will prove it tonight… I will do something no one in Phoenix Wrestling has yet to do. Even if our King doesn’t want to come off his throne to meet me tonight.

(Masaru looks down, hair hanging over his pierced features, breathing heavily into his microphone for long, uncomfortable seconds.)

Masaru Inoue: Or maybe I come find you.

(With a mad giggle he drops the microphone and exits the ring, sauntering back up the ramp as Olly screeches and flies to follow him.)

Alpine: Chills right up my back, man.

Rodz: That was seriously creepy but I don’t think that Cassius is sweating him right now.

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[Slaine Rodrick]

♪ Why am I standing on a cloud
Every time you're around
And my sadness disappears
Every time you are near ♪

The song originally starts over the audio feed, accompanying a black screen. When it begins to fade in, it starts to show a radio sitting on top of a production truck.

♪ You must be an angel
I can see it in your eyes
Full of wonder and surprise
And just now I realize ♪

On the walls, an angel's wing comes into frame. Feathers flutter around, freeing themselves from the wing. As they descend, they wrap around the angel's form. As the feed chases the feather's path, it reveals the angel holding something close to their form. Ambiguous, its gender, along with any facial features being cast away by a blinding light. Whatever it is holding is also hidden by the light, but it must hold whatever it may be close to its heart. Soon, the feed shines brightly, blinding any viewer temporarily. Soon, the feed returns to normal, on the same still on the angel. Now, whatever it is holding is revealed to be...a baby phoenix. It nuzzles the angel close. The feed starts to back up, revealing the image in full.

♪ Ooh you're an angel
Ooh you're an angel
Ooh you're an angel
In disguise
I can see it in your eyes ♪

Furthermore, it reveals that the angel was not an actual thing. No, it was a painting. The artist sits on the ground, working away on the wall. As the song starts to fade out, she gets up, her platinum blonde locks bouncing slightly as she does. She views her piece in all of its glory and rests her hands on her waist. Without revealing herself entirely, she turns to the side. Her hair covers most of her face, except for a Cheshire grin. She starts on her way down the hallway, letting the camera film the piece in its finished form. The scene itself takes place inside of Las Pulgas. Yet, it seems there is one small detail left to take note of.

Fashioned below the hands of the angel, a simple message reads:

para Aurora. xx

(“Everybody Sells Cocaine” by Motionless In White comes on and to the rise of cheers from the audience, the sighting of Finn Whelan appears on those crutches from the back as he slowly makes his way down the ramp gingerly but able to give a few fans a slap of the hands before making it to the ring as he took to the steps to enter. After a moment of so of glancing around, he grabbed the mic he requested before standing direct in the middle of the ring.)

Alpine: Such a good sight to see Finn Whelan back after what happened.

Rodz: Worst decision is to be here on this show when injured. It never ends well.

Finn Whelan: Hey all, not looking to hold up the spot, just wanting to inform you all on the update of my injury. Things aren’t that bad as it seems. Luckily all I have is a severe sprain in my left leg.

(Finn nodded his head as he could hear some sighs of relief from the crowd)

Finn Whelan: At most, I should be good to go by next Redemption. I really wanted to come here tonight to confront that coward, Mason Daniels. I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of supposedly ending my career. He doesn’t deserve that!

(Just then as Finn seemed to have more to spew, “This Is War” by Ill Nino began playing, interrupting whatever Finn had left to say as he came out, pointing at Finn in the ring. He has that barbwire bat high in the air, waving it around before dashing to the ring with it. Finn sees what he’s planning on doing and jolts as quick as he can for the furthest side of the ring and exiting just as Mason had rushed, bringing down the bat, but hitting nothing but canvas. Finn luckily escaped with his crutches after sliding underneath the bottom rope.)

Alpine: Finn almost found himself in a heap of trouble. A few seconds late and that would’ve been a mess.

Rodz: What did I just say moments ago? It never ends well. Finn almost got splattered.

(Mason’s eyes never leaves the face of Whelan, who slowly pedaled his way to the frontside of the ring. Mason squawking out words to Whelan when “Razor Blades and Steak Knives” by Jarren Benton played, cueing up Frisky D’s music. Whelan in return shouted to Mason, telling him who he really needed to focus on ... his opponent, Frisky D. He yelled several times for him to pay attention to that.)

Alpine: And looks like we are about to get action. Frisky D’s theme hitting, Mason needs to focus on getting the win and not be sidetracked.

Rodz: If Frisky has her game right, she can definitely take Mason. He’s pretty bent. Highly angered. Could be great for her or could be disastrous!

Alpine: I gotta agree with Finn there, Frisky is not one to lose your sights of. This woman has all the tools needed to be a real prospect here in PW.

Rodz: I don’t think Mason gives a shit at this point. He just wants to fuck someone up with a bat and doesn’t care who it is.

Mason Daniels vs. Frisky D.

(‘Razor Blades and Steak Knives’ by Jarren Benton finishes playing, getting a decent reaction for Frisky as she run slides into the ring. Mason doesn’t even wait for the bell, he swings for Frisky as soon as she stands! Frisky ducks the shot, hits the ropes, then comes back with a springboard back elbow! The shot sends Mason to a crouch, but he’s still on his feet. Frisky flies forward for a flying elbow but Mason counters with a bat shot to the neck! Fearing her safety, Frisky grabs her bleeding throat and rolls to the outside in a coughing fit! Just as Mason is about to go after her, Malik rings for the bell, causing Mason to turn around and scream “WHAT!!??!” Malik waves off the match and tells Mason to go to the back. Mason responds by swinging a fast shot at Malik’s head, knocking him to the mat! Drowning boos from the crowd as the timekeeper rings the bell frantically!!)

RESULT: NO CONTEST

Rodz: Alright, now wrestler on wrestler violence is cool but that they tend to be strict when you mess with an official.

Alpine: If Mason wanted Seth’s attention, he’s got it. I’m getting word from the back he’s on his way to the ring now.

Crystal: RUNNNNNN MASONNN!!!

(Crystal, screaming at the top of her lungs towards Mason who sees absolutely red is a loose cannon, just shortly after attacking the referee, he gave the referee, Malik, his undivided attention as he had that bat still in his hand, hot and ready to swing for contact. Malik pleaded as he backed up, trying to gain space from Mason but he wasn’t having it. Mason snapped, cracking the bat multiple times over Malik as he flapped like a fish out of water from that barbwire striking him.)

Alpine: He’s done fucking lost it now! All the nails have come out!

Rodz: Malik should’ve rolled out that damn ring quick, pulled a spin juke and been out of there. He ought to know he can’t seek sympathy and understanding with a psychopath. Mason is at free will, no one is out here to stop him.

Alpine: ...Well here comes Seth...with heavy backup!

(Mason was looking to land a third strike but thanks to the hastiness of security to the ring, Mason made his exit with the bat as he quickly hopped over the barricade, pointing at Seth Black midway. Seth enters the ring as he spots Mason in the crowd.)

Seth Black: You are hereby SUSPENDED! There is nothing else that needs to be said. You went beyond your usual tricks Mason and attacked an innocent referee!

(Mason continued smirking as he and Seth locked eyes before Mason disappeared to the back, walking off as Seth shook his head. Looking over at the security team checking on Malik as Seth took another look to see if Mason was gone to which he was. Cameras switched from ringside to the back where Elena DeDraca was seen, preparing quickly for her huge match against the Rising Phoenix Champion.)

Elena DeDraca: It’s been so crazy as of late and I feel absolutely terrible for what occurred in Manchester. Everyone knows England is my native homeland. My heart goes out to all those and their family.

(Elena tries to maintain her focused approach but a few breaks of wiping away at her eyes. Shaking it off as best as she could, she finished lacing up her boots as she stood up, working her neck and muscles around slowly.)

Elena DeDraca: Tonight is important for me. I need to win. I need to bring some level of happiness to the forefront. This win for the families affected by that bombing. We will not lay down. We will not resist. Tonight I break Anastasia Starling’s reign as Rising Phoenix Champion and it will be the era of the Pale Queen.

(Elena’s head turned around quickly to the sight of Finn who was just briefly out in the ring but now was right at Elena’s side along with Frankie Morrison, giving support.)

Finn Whelan: We support your choices and we wishing you nothing but the best out there tonight. You’re going to come out on top. I can feel it!

Elena DeDraca: Thank you! I’ll give it all I have out there.

(Finn and Frank were on the side as Elena was about ready to do battle with the Champ. Things went to fade. The cameras open up as Kiko Hirayama finds Anastasia Starling as she comes out of her locker area, ready for her match. She looks keen to get out there for her match, but as Kiko’s gaze looks down, the camera does as well and takes in the super ultra fancy brace that the intrepid Rising Phoenix Champion is wearing, the glittering lights off of all that bling almost blinding!)

Kiko Hirayama: Hello, this is Kiko again, Phoenix Wrestling fans and I’m here with Rising Phoenix Champion Ana! Ana, can you tell me your feelings going into this match tonight against Elena?

(Ana takes a deep breath, lets it out and then gives a firm look to the camera.)

Anastasia Starling: Imma do, whatever it takes to do, to keep hold of my Championship. I’ve come too far, I’ve fought too hard to do less. Silly question, Kiko. What champion, wouldn’t do anything? 

(Before Kiko can ask another question Ana pats her on the cheek and then moves away, clearly heading down for her match and leaving Kiko blinking in surprise!)

Alpine: Ana is seemingly at a loss for words tonight and has every intention of ending this match as soon as she can.

Rodz: How can she not? She has a bum leg, which takes a hit to a majority of her offense. It’s a dope looking bum leg, but nonetheless a bum leg that Elena will no doubt target.

Alpine: Just recovering from an injury herself, Elena is looking to be 100 percent heading in against the champ. She might very well be Ana’s toughest defense yet.

PW RISING PHOENIX CHAMPIONSHIP

Anastasia Starling(c) vs. Elena DeDraca

(The fans in the crowd buzz as the lights dim over Las Pulgas. A purple spotlight shoots down upon the curtain. Just then ‘Painkiller’ by Judas Priest hits, and out through the curtains bursts Elena DeDraca. She’s followed by her manager Frankie Morrison, who points to her empty waist as a home for the Rising Phoenix belt. A mix of cheers and boos from the crowd as Elena makes her way down to ringside. She slaps a few fan hands then rolls into the ring. She then goes on the ropes and screams to the crowd, getting a scream back as she hops down to the mat. She takes her corner as her spotlight and theme fade. Replacing them is a silver and blue spotlight on the curtain, and the tune of ‘Time(Yellhigh! Remix)’ by Satellite Empire to which the fans pop. Racing through the curtains with a bit of a limp is Ana, holding her shiny belt up high as a shower of gold, silver, and blue sparklers burst out to each side of her near the entrance. She then runs to the ring and slides in, showing she’s not afraid to let a brace limit her. She holds up her title high and points to it as she stares at Elena, shouting “MINE!!” Elena mouths something inaudible back with a smile as the lights go back on. Ana’s theme comes to an end, and she hands her belt to referee Oz Oxford Jr. He raises the title high in the air, leading to a graphic on the screen that reads ‘RISING PHOENIX CHAMPIONSHIP’. He then hands it off to the timekeeper and briefly checks with both women as Ana tosses her ringmaster jacket to a ring girl. With both competitors ready for battle, Oz rings for the bell.)

DING DING DING!

(Ana, like the gentlewoman she is offers a handshake. Elena looks hesitant, but decides to return the handshake to cheers from the audience. That doesn’t last long as Elena pulls Anastasia into a side headlock. She goes to wrench on it but Ana is quick to throw her to the ropes, aim for a moonsault dropkick on the return, only for Elena to grab onto the ropes and fly forward with the God Save The Queen! However Ana is able to dodge the move and land on Elena with a quick senton on the chest, followed by a quick standing moonsault! She goes for the pin but Elena is quick to shoulder out of the pin and strike Ana with a european uppercut. Ana goes to hit back but Elena ducks and scoops her on her shoulders, going for a spinebuster. However Ana is able to kick with all her might and slide out, going for a rolling DDT! That goes nowhere though as Elena is able to toss her off, then clap her in the chin with a super kick!! “OHHH!!”s from the crowd as Ana lands on the mat and grabs her jaw. Elena goes to pick her up but Ana starts firing back with elbows to the gut. She then shoves Elena back and lands a moonsault dropkick, knocking Elena to the mat! Elena charges up in a fury but is met with an Our Lady Peace, knocking Elena out of the ring and to the outside! Not one to let down the standing fans, Ana gets some space, hops up and down happily, then races to the ropes and dives over the top rope with a no hands somersault plancha, driving Elena’s back into the guardrail!! “ANA-STA-SIA!!!” chants ring out from the crowd as she grabs her sore back on the outer mat but smiles wide.)

Alpine: A lot of people have been questioning how effective Anastasia would be in the ring after the leg injury she suffered to her right knee in SSWA. Seems to me she’s not going to let anything stop her from retaining that belt!

Rodz: Well good luck keeping up with that bad wheel. Considering she’s also competing in the World Cup as well, she’s not doing her knee any favors.

(A smiling Ana pushes to her feet, wincing a bit as she comes up on her right knee. She throws Elena into the ring and scales up to the nearest top rope. She perches, waiting for Elena to stand. As soon as she does Ana comes flying off for a top rope flying hurricanrana, but Elena counters into a sitout powerbomb in the center of the mat! “OHHH!!”s from the crowd as Frankie is nearby, shouting out instructions. Elena smiles and quickly acts, locking in a kneebar from her position! Oz Oxford Jr. lingers nearby, checking on Ana as Elena wrenches on the bad right knee of Anastasia. Ana refuses to give up, shaking her head back and forth as she tries to worm her way to the rope. Just as she’s about to grab the bottom rope, Elena stands up, low dropkicks her in the injured knee, then scoops back up the leg for a spinning toe hold! Boos from the crowd as she wrenches down on the hold with the first spin, but on each following spin she adds a boot to the brace! Ana is screaming in pain, finding it hard to focus on the ropes as Elena works over her injured right leg. After about ten kicking revolutions she stops and drags her leg to the nearest corner. She slides outside with the limb, even as Oz warns her not to do what she has planned. Nonetheless Elena takes the injured right knee of Ana and whacks it against the post, sending her writhing in pain! Fans at ringside boo the crap out Elena as she gives them a wicked smile in return. She then returns inside the ring and stands above the crawling Ana, wondering what she should do next.)

Alpine: Ever since that sitout powerbomb from Elena, she’s been in the driver’s seat and is absolutely demolishing Anastasia’s poor knee!

Rodz: Hey, it’s her fault for blinging the shit out of her brace. Might as well have bedazzled ‘BREAK ME’ on it.

(She snatches up Ana by her head and scoops her head from behind. With a hook on her injured knee and head, she throws her backwards, that brace smacking harshly off the mat!! The boos are getting quite loud for Elena by now, who simply bows to the crowd as Frankie applauds his top talent. However she doesn’t spend too much time showboating and delivers a running baseball slide dropkick to the knee brace! Ana squirms and fights on, to which Elena looks to the crowd and does the slit throat gesture. Boos follow her as she goes for the affected right leg and starts trying to tear off Ana’s knee brace. Ana’s fighting instinct kicks in and she starts nailing some good upkicks with her left leg, causing Elena to back off in a daze! Anastasia then hops to her feet, visibly favoring that bad right leg as she limps. Nonetheless she flies at Elena with a one legged dropkick, knocking her right into the corner!! The crowd is on their feet, screaming for Ana who stumbles to the center of the ring then comes back running, nailing a running cannonball to the corner on Elena! Ana is in deep pain but is feeding off the adrenaline rush of those screaming fans who so desperately want to see her win. It’s at that point she hears…)

“DIEZ!!”

(Ana’s eyes widen and she quickly goes over to Elena, yanking her out of the corner and up to her feet.)

“NUEVE!!”

(She quickly scoops Elena up, then down, dropping her on her head with a michinoku driver! She then hops to the top rope, looking down on Elena for just a second.)

“OCHO!!”

(Ana flies off the top rope for a Songbird’s Flight, getting a camera flash wave from the audience. Unfortunately Elena sticks her knees up, leaving Ana to crash over them and grab her spine in pain!)

“SIETE!!”

(Elena quickly rolls to her feet and picks her Ana, hooking her by her head.)

“SIES!!”

(Elena then drops her to the mat with a cradle DDT, then converts it to a guillotine!!)

“QUATRO!!”

(Ana fights the fully tightened hold the best she can, trying to wriggle her flexible neck out of it.)

“TRES!!”

(This only makes Elena tighten it more, getting Ana to ease up her movements and breathe.)

“DOS!!”

(Oz Oxford Jr. is there with Ana, ready to see if she’s about to go out. She balls up that fist, refusing to submit.)

“UNO!!”

(Just as that fist is shaking, on the verge of dropping, the bell rings and Oz immediately breaks the hold, leaving a gasping Ana flopping over onto the mat.)

DING DING DING!!

Alpine: The competitors lasted all ten minutes...I believe we have a new champion!

Rodz: I believe so. Fill us in screaming ginger!

(Lenne Hardt is there in the ring as Oz Oxford Jr. is handed the Rising Phoenix Championship. Both women pick themselves up, definitely looking banged up over a fast paced ten minutes.)

Hardt: Your winner of the match due to time limit expiry….AND NEW RISING PHOENIX CHAMPION…..’THE PALE QUEEN’ ELLLLLENNNNNNNAAAAAAA DEEEEEEEEDDDRRRRRRAAAAAAAACCCCCCAAAAA!!!

WINNER, and NEW RISING PHOENIX CHAMPION: Elena DeDraca via TIME LIMIT EXPIRY @ 10 minutes.

Alpine: Elena made full use of the intricate ruleset that goes with the Rising Phoenix Championship, and now she finds herself as the woman to dethrone the seemingly unstoppable Anastasia Starling!

Rodz: She came to the dance with the right tools and did everything a cagey veteran should do. Welcome Queen Rising Phoenix.

(Before Oz can hand over the title, Anastasia rests her clever fingers on the faceplate where her name is engraved however, and looks up at Elena with her heterochromatically gifted eyes. While the microphones ringside don’t catch her words, it appears by watching her lips that she’s told Elena that she shouldn’t get too comfortable with her belt. Elena gives her a hard look, her hand splaying over the title plate and says back that it’ll be safe, right around her waist. A short staredown ensues where for a split second Ana’s eyes seem to go red, but then she turns and carefully exits the ring, making sure her brace doesn’t get caught on the way out. The cameras cut to the back as Faith and Chris Andrew are animatedly discussing their plans, Faith is definitely heated up after the earlier proclamation that Cassius Reed will not in fact be wrestling tonight!)

Faith: Who the hell does he think he is?

Chris Andrew: Pretty sure he thinks he’s King, that this is a Monarchy and his word is pretty much the law?

(Faith pauses, holds up a finger, pauses again and drops her hand.)

Faith: Well this is just some obvious bullshit. Is Seth Black going to come through and get us a third person or are we basically walking into the woodchipper that’s Hell is Waiting, with Veronica Valiant as the janitor?

Chris Andrew: If they even let her into the match, neither one of them seems all that happy that she’s their partner anyhow. Maybe it’s not going to end up a handicap match at all.

Kiko Hirayama: Pardon the intrusion but I couldn’t help overhearing… is that the wisest plan? To hope that they don’t tag in Veronica and keep this a two on two tag team match?

(Faith and Chris swivel to give Kiko a look almost in stereo, which was sort of impressive. Faith scoffs at Kiko before she speaks.)

Faith: The one thing I can promise you, is that Masaru and Rori? They are proud people, if you peel away all the theatrics and violence. They work fucking hard to be what they are, and even if Masaru and I will never see eye to eye, I know that he takes this seriously. He may want to kill the world, but he doesn’t need numbers. Rori… she’s Rori. I know better than you or these fans how she feels about Veronica.

Kiko Hirayama: Care to elaborate on that, Faith?

(Chris taps Faith’s shoulder and indicates they need to go, and Faith nods at him, though she does politely enough for her pause to answer Kiko.)

Faith: Mark my words, Kiko, if things go how I think they will? You’ll get all the ‘elaboration’ you’ll need.

(She walks away as the cameras cut to ringside.)

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(Aurora and Masaru are walking towards the ringside area, just ahead can be seen the heavy curtains set up for the gorilla position, waving a bit with the blast of the backstage fans that keep the area to a tolerable temperature. They walk shoulder to shoulder, the shadow of Olly swoops in the air around the curtains as they head that way silently, getting into ‘the zone’ so to speak. Behind them at a bit of a distance running steps are heard, and Veronica’s assistant calls out to get their attention. Rori and Maz pause almost in unison, and wheel around to face her. Masaru just stares, then rotates his head from side to side producing a cracking sound before he grins, showing off his teeth as Aurora raises a brow at her. Masaru stares a hole into the assistant, who steps firmly behind Veronica.)

Veronica Valiant: It’s about time. We need to talk about our gameplan out there. Reed is…

(Masaru’s stare goes to Veronica as Aurora lifts her hand and covers her lips, a dark laugh slipping past her fingers as her amazing green eyes cut their gaze to her partner.)

Aurora: IF he was even in the match? I'd say leave Reed to me. Really, all you need to do is your part, Vero V, don’t let your ego get in the way of winning this match and everything shall go as it should.

(Masaru narrowed his eyes at Veronica, snapping his teeth together once before he and Aurora wheel back around and continue their way to the curtains, leaving Veronica to goggle at the rudeness for a second, then she stares at a spot between Aurora’s shoulder blades as her assistant tells her it’s time to go.)

Rodz: Ah-ha Veronica you beautiful silver fox, you just got phased!

Alpine: Last I checked she’s a blonde, but they did put Veronica in her place. I wonder how that is going to factor into this match.

Rodz: It won’t factor in much if bitch just do as she’s told. Hell is Waiting are calling the shots and if she simply submits to their will then this broken wheel might roll them to victory. 

MAIN EVENT

Relevos Australianos

Hell Is Waiting(Aurora(c) and Masaru Inoue(c)) and Veronica Valiant vs. Cassius Reed(c), Faith, and Chris Andrew

(A lone spotlight shines down on Lenne Hardt as she stands in the center of the ring, ready to announce this match to the buzzing packed house.)

Hardt: The following contest is a Relevos Australianos Match!

(Cheers from the audience who crave a good funky six person tag.)

Hardt: The rules are as follows: Either team can win by pinning the opposing team’s captain, or by pinning the other two members on the team. And without further adieu THE COMPETITORS!!!

(A roar from the crowd as ‘The World Is Not Enough’ by Garbage plays over the PA. The crowd are somewhat able to dance to the song, but that doesn’t stop them from booing Veronica Valiant as she shoves her way through the curtains to a pink spotlight. She flips off fans on the way to the ring, then disrobes to her ring gear and makes sure to throw her jacket in the face of the ring girl.)

Alpine: Veronica does not look too happy to be in this match. I’m seriously doubting Hell Is Waiting’s chances already.

Rodz: Maybe that’s a good anger, like beat some ass type anger. Give the beautiful sugar momma a chance.

Hardt: Making her way to the ring, FIRST, weighing in at 134 pounds, she is ‘THE MASTERMIND’ VEEEEEERRRRRRROONNNNNNNIIIICCCCCCCAAAAAA VAAAAAALLLLLIIIIIIAAAAAANNNNNTTTTT!!!!

(Veronica takes the steps and steps through the ropes, screaming at Oz Oxford Jr. “LET’S GET THIS OVER WITH!!” Oz just shrugs his shoulders as Veronica’s theme and spotlight fades. Soon after we hear the whistling of Twisted Nerve, which even has the Mexican crowd whistling along! A blood red spotlight shines down on the curtains, and out through those curtains drift the Duos Champions, Hell Is Waiting. Olly sits on Masaru’s right shoulder, looking around to the packed crowd before flying off to his team’s corner post.)

Hardt: Making their way to the ring at a combined weight of 335 pounds...they are DUOS CHAMPIONS, AURORA AND MASARU INOUE….HELLLLLLLLL…..IISSSSSSS……..WAAAAAAAAAAAIIIITTTTTTTTIIIIIINNNNNGGGGG!!!

Alpine: Aurora and Masaru seem quite confident heading into this match, assured that even with Valiant on their team that they have what it takes to take out the Rebirth Champion and the number one contenders.

Rodz: You can’t blame them. I mean Aurora’s track record speaks for itself. She’s never lost a tag match, and I don’t expect her to start anytime soon. That said, good thing the Duos titles aren’t on the line.

(Aurora and Masaru discuss a gameplan near the ring steps before ascending them and entering the ring. Once they enter the ring they blow past Veronica, proceeding to hold their titles high for all to see. They then hand the belts off to Oz Oxford Jr., who then hands them over to the timekeeper for safekeeping. Aurora and Masaru retreat to their corner, eyeballing Valiant as they whisper. She stands a few feet away, sneering at them. Team Hell’s theme comes to an end, and then we hear ‘Monster’ by Stitched Up Heart. Out through the curtains emerges Faith and Chris Andrew over a gold spotlight. Big time cheers for the youngins as they make their way to ringside looking motivated.)

Hardt: Now it’s time for the CHALLENGERS!!! Making their way to the ring at a combined weight of 339 pounds, they are the team of FAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIITTTTTTTHHHHHH ANNNNNNDDDDDD CHHHHHRRRRRRIIIIIISSSSSSSS ANNNNNDRRRRREEEEEWWWW!!!

Rodz: These kids are all hopped up on pop rocks and soda pop and are ready to stay up past their bedtime to put on a good show!!

Alpine: They’re adults Johnny, and yes they’re looking motivated.

Rodz: You believe their fake ID’s, I don’t.

(Chris and Faith slap a few hands at ringside before sliding into the ring. Faith exchanges a brief stare with Aurora that ends with a nod on both sides. Faith and Chris take the opposing corner and begin discussing gameplan as their theme comes to an end. The lights go back on, and the makeshift arena/club crowd await who will be taking Cassius’s place.)

Alpine: Now the big question will be answered, will Faith and Chris have a competent tag partner to take on Valiant and Hell is Waiting?

Rodz: More than likely no, just because I don’t think Seth Black planned ahead for this. Stoners never plan ahead.

(All is silent for the longest time, then we hear what sounds like a reptile slithering near a microphone. The tongue flicks near the screen, rustling through the arena. Then we hear a short silence, followed by the sound of a booming flame as the PhoenixTron comes to life! A flame is blew from the mouth of a dragon on the screen, then we see the dragon talk to the crowd with a familiar voice.)

Funky Dragon: Cassius is not here tonight, but fear not, because the FUNKY DRAGON IS IN THE HOUSE!

(‘Give Up The Funk’ by Parliment plays, and out through the curtains comes a dancing wrestler apparently named the Funky Dragon! He does the splits to green sparklers on each side, then screams at the crowd before making his way down.)

Hardt: Making his way to the ring is the team captain! Weighing in at 205 pounds, he is THHHHHEEEE FUUUUUNNNNNKKKKKKAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYY DRRRRRRAAAAGGGGGGGGGGOOOOONNNNNn!!!!!

Alpine: Well while Cassius is not here, we get the Tijuana legend Funky Dragon instead!

Rodz: I don’t really know if an outsider should be qualified to be a team captain in a PW main event. But who am I to question someone with the credentials of Funky. Kick their ass Funky!

(Funky dances on his way to the ring then performs a running slide into a forward handspring. Aurora and Masaru sarcastically clap to his showboating, to which he responds with a snap backflip, landing on his feet with a thumbs up. Faith just shakes her head and says something to Chris as Funky heads over to his corner to his theme ending. He holds up his hand to Faith, who won’t accept his high five. Chris however does, and Funky declares himself the legal man to start this match. Faith shoves Chris and yells at him as Valiant screams at Aurora and Masaru, saying “I’M STARTING THE MATCH!!” as she enters the ring. With both starting competitors picked, Oz Oxford Jr. rings for the bell.)

DING DING DING!!

(Aurora and Masaru giggle and shake their heads at Valiant’s tantrum as she does a circle with Funky Dragon. The two lock up and Veronica`is quick to jab a thumb in the eye of Funky, getting the crowd booing. Oz warns her as she winds up with a big knee to the chin, knocking Funky to the mat! She then hits the ropes and goes for a big leg drop, only for Funky to kip up in time, leaving her landing on her ass and getting double knees to the face with a moonsault double knee drop! “OHHH!!!”s from the audience as Valiant grabs her mouth and Funky pulls her up into a headlock. He throws her back for a suplex but she blocks with her boot. Then in an effort to make use of her blocked view from the ref, she quickly punches Funky in the balls, then takes him to the mat with the Profit and Loss! However just as she goes for the split legged dropkick, Funky nips up again, waits for Veronica to stand, then drops to the splits and punches her in the vag Johnny Cage style! The crowd and even her own team are laughing at Valiant holding her sore nether regions. Funky hits the ropes and comes back like lightning, hitting Veronica with a handspring headscissors which sends Veronica flying to the outside! Veronica looks up at Funky with fire in her eyes, and screams “I’VE HAD IT!!” The fans boo her actions, to which Aurora and Masaru look to each other, shrug, and Masaru enters as the new legal man.)

Alpine: Wait...is Veronica leaving this match?

Rodz: From the looks of it, yes. Also from the looks of it, Hell is Waiting gives absolutely no fucks.

(Veronica flips off the crowd and storms to the back as Funky prepares himself for Masaru. Masaru looks across to him with a crack of the neck and a smile. He then runs at Funky for a running lowkick, getting Funky to leap up just in time. Funky then returns with a dropkick of his own, to which Masaru swats out of his way. He then returns with a big left roundhouse kick, to which Funky narrowly matrixes the way out of. Masaru comes down with a stomp to Funky, forcing him to nip up off his back feet, catch the leg with his two legs, then twist to drag Masaru down to one knee. The crowd is electric at this point as Funky nips up, then flips back for a grounded pele’ kick, only for Masaru to roll out of the way! As soon as Funky is to his feet Masaru runs forward for a teep kick, forcing Funky to catch it and pull him in. This is to his disadvantage though as Masaru bites the mask of Funky Dragon, getting him to release and back off as he touches his mask for blood. Masaru doesn’t give him much time to check though as he swings with a big axe kick, nearly clipping Funky in the chin! Funky then takes the boot, slams it to the ground, hops up on Masaru’s shoulders, then quickly rolls forward for a sunset flip powerbomb!! “OHHHH!!!”s from the crowd as Funky goes for the pin!!!)

1…..

(Masaru quickly kicks out and backs up towards the ropes. The minute Funky goes to grab him, Masaru pokes him in the affected eye from earlier, and pulls on his tights, tossing him to the outside of the ring! Masaru then ascends to the empty corner, waits for Funky to stand, and comes off the top with a flying knee! However Funky dodges the move, springs off the nearest guardrail, and connects with a flying hurricanrana to Masaru, sending him crashing into the timekeeper’s table!)

Alpine: Whoever this Funky is, he’s taking the fight to Masaru Inoue!

Rodz: Really? You really gonna push that agenda? 

(Funky doesn’t let Masaru recover, he gets right back to his feet and slides into the ring. He scouts Masaru on the outside, then as soon as he stands he comes running at the ropes. In a camera flashing moment he springs off the top rope, hops around back facing Masaru, and moonsault knee drops him in the chest, leaving the crowd popping! Stomping is filling the club floors as Aurora isn’t just about to stand there and let her partner go down. She swings through the ropes and comes flying over the top rope just as Funky stands, nailing him with springboard tornado DDT to the outer mat! “OOOHHH!!!”s from the crowd as Funky grabs the back of his neck and rolls around in agony. Not about to be left out, both Chris and Faith enter the ring. Aurora goes to help up her partner, not realizing that she is being eyed by Faith and Andrew. The fans are slamming their feet frantically as Faith and Andrew take initiative, both flying over the top rope simultaneously! Camera flashes abound as Faith and Andrew slam into Masaru and Aurora with a springboard roundhouse and corkscrew senton! A loud “ESTO ES INCREIBLE!!” chant gets going as the six competitors lay on the outside looking in a good deal of pain. Oz Oxford Jr. doesn’t even bother to count due to the different ruleset for this match. He simply snacks on a churro and lets the wrestlers recover, which looks to be Faith and Chris standing up first. Both make sure to raise their hands to the crowd, getting a little love before looking down at their opposition.)

Alpine: BODIES EVERYWHERE!! Andrew and Faith just wiped out Hell is Waiting and are in the driver’s seat for their team!

Rodz: C’mon Ozzy! I know they’re letting you be a lazy ass for this weird match but that doesn’t mean you can eat a mexican donut on the job!

(Chris and Faith pick up their opponents Masaru and Aurora, but that doesn’t last long as a cup of beer is thrown right in Chris’s face! Faith goes to respond and gets a cup of beer thrown in her face as well! The two drop Aurora and Masaru and focus on Tony Tira and Geno Forliti, who try to pick a fight with them from the front row!)

Alpine: I figured it was only a matter of time before these jerks made an appearance! Dammit they’re gonna screw up a perfectly good match!

Rodz: Where’s Frankie? It’s not a rabble rousing without Frankie.

(Chris snatches Tira and goes to throw him over the guardrail, but all of a sudden a fan from seven chairs down throws a tire iron at the back of Chris’s leg, dropping him to the outer mat in a spasming fit of pain! The fan wears a ballcap to disguise himself, but the smile on Frankie’s face gives him away. The group smile at Faith as she tends to Chris, leaving the Collective to retreat off into the booing crowd as Oz does his job for once and rings for the bell.)

Hardt: The winners as a result of a disqualification….FAITH, CHRIS ANDREW, AND FUNNNNNKKKKKYYYYYYYY DRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAGGGGGGGOOOOOONNNNNN!!!

WINNERS: Faith, Chris Andrew, and Funky Dragon via DISQUALIFICATION @ 13 minutes, 06 seconds.

Alpine: Well, the Collective ruined what could’ve been an exciting luchador experience.

Rodz: Correction, they balanced out another negative in Veronica leaving the match, thus making it a positive.

Alpine: Chris Andrew is severely hurt! How is that a positive!?

Rodz: Hey, he still gets the win and the backstage victory bonus. Kinda hard to feel bad about the guy being all kids heal super quick, plus we got the best docs in town.

Alpine: Despicable.

(Masaru was up and stalking, as if looking for a way into the crowd to pursue Frankie for interupting the match, but suddenly a motion to the right catches his attention as Funky Dragon dramatically unmasks himself to a roar of recognition and surprise from the Phoenix fans who weren't expecting him from his own words earlier! He waves his mask up with a grin, and Masaru suddenly wheels around looks upon him fully.)

Alpine: Uh-Oh, Maz got his eyes on the Rebirth Champion, King Cassius Reed - and with what Masaru was saying earlier this can't bode well for our Iron King!

Rodz: That freak gonna get funked up. Better come correct!

(Masaru was flaring up, pissed off, seeing as the match had been called via disqualification, in favor of Faith, Chris Andrew and Funky Dragon, now revealed as Cassius Reed thanks to The Collective’s interference. Masaru ‘belted’ right for Cassius, seething with anger. Cassius dodged the oncoming shot from Masaru as he connected with a forearm right to the jaw. Maz quickly rebounded, reaching around Cassius’s neck, trying to choke him. The two go down to the floor in a ‘free-for-all’ battle with both able to exchange shots.)

Alpine: Here comes Security. Heavy-duty work tonight!

Rodz: No need for any damn security! Let these two men fight it out. Don’t separate them. We got cheated out of a finish, let these two finish!

(Security was indeed on the scene once again to extinguish another ‘fire’ as they quickly got to Masaru and Cassius, breaking the two apart as Maz tried reaching with a swipe at Cassius’s face but missed. Cassius being pulled back from around the waist, was able to extend his legs and pop Maz with a good shot before being pulled to one of the corners. The other side struggled to maintain Masaru.)

Alpine: This is going to be a handful. Masaru is beyond just a crazy psychopath. Six folks are not going to keep him caged up. Need handcuffs, a lasso rope to tie him up securely.

Rodz: Got to give them credit though, they’ve managed to diffuse the situation quickly.

(The two sides were handled well as Maz was shown, trying to break free but the crew being split half and half managed to kill any further interaction. Masaru’s eyes remained on Cassius, a cold stare as his sight never fell off. Cassius was heard yelling from his side, his words reaching as it triggered Masaru, who tried to jerk free but couldn’t.)

Cassius Reed: TRYNA COME AT KING CASSIUS FOOL WILL GET YOU ALL THE WAY FUNKED UP!

Alpine: The Champ not holding back words.

Rodz: Masaru might scare most but Cassius seemingly not one of those peasants to get sidetracked by that deranged lunatic. Don’t expect to get away with cheapshots and not get served. Maz felt that forearm to the jaw.

Alpine: Knowing Maz, he wants more of it.

Rodz: He’s gonna get more of it, trust me. You know the saying, if you gonna come for the King, you best come correct!

Alpine: Well thankfully both sides, besides their jaw jacking contest right now is handled well on the physicality side. We are done here tonight with Redemption 108. Onto 109 where I’m pretty sure, these fireworks are going to carry over

Rodz: I can’t wait, brother!

Alpine: Me either, but until next time. He’s Rodz, I’m Alpine. See you all at 109!

(Lasting shots are shown before the feed cuts of Cassius and Masaru trading verbal shots at each other. Cassius shaking his head, denying whatever might have been said from Masaru’s side. The feed carries into a fade out as all that is shown is the PW brand logo.)