PW Presents Tower Of Destiny

[Slaine Rodrick]

PW Presents...

TOWER OF DESTINY

Airing LIVE on Evolve Network March 11th, 2018 @ 7pm PST

TAKING PLACE IN:

Sun National Bank Center
Trenton, New Jersey

Red Hook Pier
Red Hook, New York

The Tower
Newark, New Jersey

***DARK MATCH***

Horace Jackson vs. Shooter Reed

(There was a much bigger turnout than usual for dark matches as fans gathered at the Sun National Bank Center early to watch some PW classics on the PhoenixTron. Seth Black vs. Masaru Inoue in a Japanese Deathmatch, Ja Gi Kyung-Moon winning the 2nd annual Iron King tournament, and William Bateman’s gruesome victory over Chris Chaos in a I Quit match were showcased. Having satisfied their New Jersey bloodlust for a little, Slaine brought out Lenne Hardt to amp the fans up even more for the first match of the night between two newcomers to PW. One’s a friend of Kelli Torres who is coming out retirement. The other a brash young man who is overflowing with confidence. After announcing both Shooter and Horace excitedly, the bell rang.

Horace immediately tried cutting off the ring, doing his best to keep Shooter from trying anything. Just as Horace got too close Shooter popped his head outside, getting ref Malik Demitrious to back Horace up. That didn’t stop Horace though from surprising Shooter with a massive running clothesline that crushes him into the pads!! “OHHHH!!!”s from the crowd as Horace rolled to the outside, consulting with Ozzie and Ray Ray on how in the hell he planned on taking down a 6’10, 317 pound giant. After getting a good game plan going, he slided back into the ring. Right away he showed his quickness by ducking a big boot, bouncing off the opposite ropes, then nailing Horace with a low dropkick just as he went for another big boot! The shot sent Horace to the mat, allowing Shooter to follow up with another low dropkick to the face, knocking him to the mat! Since he was near the the ropes, Shooter stepped out onto the apron and springboarded over with a 450 splash, going for the pinfall! However he got gorilla thrown off with Horace nearly launching him over the top rope! Horace was angry and snatched Shooter by the back of his pants, pulling him into a pumphandle suplex. The suplex sent Shooter across the ring, cringing and grabbing his spine! Horace decided to help him out with that hurt spine by locking in The House Rules!

Due to his immense size and strength, a single leg boston crab was even more devastating, putting all 317 pounds down on Shooter’s back. Shooter balled up his fist and screamed bloody murder, trying his best to hang in. Luckily for him Ozzie and Ray Ray were nearby, and reached out to Shooter’s extended hand. With a good tug they brought Shooter to the ropes, allowing him to grab the bottom rope! With a ton of ref prodding, they got the ref to make Horace release. He did, but the damage was done as Shooter rolled out again to the outside to consult with his peers. Horace had enough of that, and loomed over the top rope to get Shooter back in the ring. Immediately Ozzie and Ray Ray jumped onto the apron and latched their full bodyweight on Horace’s tree trunks for arms. This allowed Shooter a blocked view away from the ref, and a good opportunity to land a haymaker nut punch to Horace to the combined “OHHHH!!!”s and boos of the crowd. Ozzie and Ray Ray retreated, allowing Shooter to jump on the apron, scout Horace perfectly, then nail the Shooter Star on Horace Jackson, crushing his skull to the mat with a shooting star DDT!!! “OHHHH!!!”s from the crowd as Horace went for the hook leg pin.)

1….

2…..

3!!!

WINNER: Shooter Reed via PINFALL @ 7 minutes, 43 seconds.

(Ozzie and Ray Ray were quick to get their boy out of dodge as Horace recovered quickly and looked pissed. Just as he swatted at them Shooter escaped just in time, leaving the trio looking back at the snarling Horace Jackson.)

***ON AIR***



(The first visual we see is of a sparkling white penthouse. All of a sudden we get 'You Suck' by Pour Habit in the background as we go to a clip montage of various shots of the penthouse. The extravagant paintings, the statue of himself, the high end furniture, the tigers...yes, tigers. All of this is a part of Cassius's penthouse. We cut to a shot of Cassius dressed in fine linen as he stands next to an attractive blonde woman in a black business dress. 'CASSIUS REED' flies under his knees, while 'VERONIKA RODRICK' flies under hers. Cassius starts walking with the woman, talking as she makes marks on a clipboard.)

CASSIUS: I appreciate the fact a statue was erected in Cassius's honor...but c'mon...granite?!

RODRICK: We can't afford gold like you asked. Sorry.

(Cassius walks by the statue, feeling the looseness of the floorboards.)

CASSIUS: Hear that?

(Cassius puts more weights on the creaky boards.)

CASSIUS: That ain't good. 

RODRICK: We only did as you asked Cassius.

CASSIUS: Cassius appreciates that, but make sure you bring in a contractor to reinforce the floor next time!

RODRICK: You got it Cassius.

(She says with a roll of the eyes. Cassius then makes his way over to the tiger cages, watching as they chow down on thick portions of pork.)

CASSIUS: PORK?! C'mon son!

RODRICK: Sorry, rib eye steak is over our budget.

CASSIUS: ARGHHH!! TELL SLAINE TO STOP BEING A CHEAP ASS!!! BE GONE!!!

(Cassius shoos Veronika away.)

RODRICK: Are we done?

(Cassius shoos away even harder.)

RODRICK: Thank god.

(Veronika storms out of the penthouse as Cassius shrugs to his surroundings. From his marginally satisfied look we go to the inside of the Sun National Bank Center! Fans scream their heads off as fireworks pop above the arena, showering it with red, orange, and yellow sparks! A cloud of smoke lingers above the fans as we cut down to ringside.)

ALPINE: Welcome everyone to Tower of Destiny! We have an action packed show for you folks tonight!

RODZ: There's a lot of new blood on this card too clawing to earn themselves a spot in the mid card.

ALPINE: That there is. We're gonna start things off with two such newcomers who are looking to get somewhere in Phoenix. In one corner you have Kinley Carlisle, a young woman now on a dramatic losing streak. In the other you have Vin Bell, a partner of Giles Whitmor, but a very dangerous newcomer. Does Kinley stand a chance?

RODZ: I'd say Vin is gonna beat the living shit out of her. Watch this squash!





Kinley Carlisle vs. 'Dreadnaught' Vin Bell

DING, DING, DING!!!

(The match begins, the size disposition was a massive difference that easily looked to be one-sided but as told in the "David vs. Goliath" story, don't trip on height, size and power. It almost seemed as if Vin Bell was teasing with his opponent, trying for a "Test Of Strength" but before their hands could touch after moments of sizing up each other, Vin delivered a gut kick to the midsection of Kinley Carlisle, doubling her over quickly before he grabbed her right arm, going into a quick hammerlock that he transitioned to a arm-wrench that followed with him yanking Kinley to the mat with his strength of tugging carelessly of her arm. Quick yelps of pain. She's face-first to the mat, arm in Vin's possession as the early smile on his face, he already knew this was gonna be quick work. He played with her fingers, stretching, enjoying hearing her pain. He reached down, grabbing a huge loc of her hair, as if trying to scalp her. After a close 5-count, Vin released her hair. He released her arm as she was quick to cover-up like a turtle, trying to hide the arm from further damage. Kinley was in bad shape right out of the gate as Vin lifted her with ease before grabbing that already affected arm of hers and eyeing her with a smirk. With a gentle leap, he dropped to the mat with her arm across his chest for a Single-Arm DDT. She screamed, causing the referee to jump in and ask if she was OK to which she nodded in pain. Vin rolled her over, strapping that arm while going for a early cover. Ref falls into position and counts.)

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KICKOUT!

ALPINE: Kinley kicking out right there but she hurt herself even on that kickout. Vin Bell taking no time to initiate pain.

RODZ: He's a arm and neck wringing beast! Kinley thought she had a chance but right now, Vin is looking to dissemble Kinley with quickness on his debut here.

ALPINE: He might want to watch out and not overestimate her despite getting the early advantage right now. He'd be a fool to do that!

(Vin wasn't on the game of letting up. Pulling her up by that same arm, she was to her feet but only for a few seconds until she was on the receiving end of a high knee to the chin, knocking her backwards several steps but he made sure she didn't fall only to pick her up and hoist her up over his head. She fought to get lose but his grip kept it from happening, bringing her down after a couple "presses" in the air into a Gutbuster. As if that wasn't enough, he brought her up again, only to serve what many call a "Rib Breaker", another variant of a Gutbuster to the ribs as Kinley was now clutching her side. Vin shook his head, looking to the crowd, yelling out "EASY WORK!" to the masses in attendance with a smile. Kinley scooted slowly back and from Vin's grasp but he cut her off, grabbing again by her hair. He positioned her up, going from behind, locking her into a Nelson lock, Half-Nelson rather. As he went to lift her up with intentions of breaking her frame into pieces, Kinley at the last moment off the momentum, reversed out of the move, able to arm drag out of it, using that arm that was already banged up. It was either that or be the quickest match of the night. Kinley wasn't done. Far from it. Hurt, sure, but her heart was beating and after that reversal, she had her own little smirk. Vin was back to his feet and Kinley was back on game, connecting with a sit-out variant of a jawbreaker, stunning him. She then proceeded to kick him but with sudden ease, he grabbed her foot as she was on one leg. Balancing in a stuck situation, she leaped from the position, cracking Vin across the face and chin with an Enziguri, making her leg free as she was quick to her feet. Vin rubbed his chin, looking at her, a slight nod of his head.)

ALPINE: Kinley showing she got something for "The Dreadnought".

RODZ: Wonderful timing to do so because a few seconds ago, she looked to be roadkill. Good timing to wake up.

ALPINE: Vin looks even more pissed off after that Enziguri. Affected him none.

(The two managed to engage in another brief staredown. Vin rushed for Kinley's head with a heavy-duty Clothesline but Kinley wisely ducked his attempt and countered his attempt with a Superkick which she called "Bye, Felicia!" but Vin was far from gone. Kinley went for a follow-up with the Mafia Kick, looking to get him down someway. Vin dodged the kick before grabbing her around the waist, flipping her like a pancake onto her belly in the far corner with a powerful Release Belly-2-Belly Suplex. Vin flexes his muscles, showcasing somewhat to the crowd. They really wasn't for his flexing...as if he cared. Kinley got pulled like a rag to the middle of the ring, down on her face. Vin just glared down at her 'lifeless' form, shaking his head. He dropped to the canvas and after configuring that damaged arm that had some time to rest from being yanked and pull, he had it again in his possession while locking her in a Crossface. Her helpless scream said it all. The end was seemingly near. She reached out with her one good arm, trying to reach but was far. Vin had her down but Kinley again wasn't looking to go out like this. She battled, falling almost to near calls of submission but she fought her way to the ropes after minutes of being locked in that submission, her neck taking damage along with that arm again but she survived, another breath left.)

ALPINE: Kinley still alive!

RODZ: Shit, barely! Vin is slacking up. Need to end this before he be the one who looks like a fool.

ALPINE: Well at the start of it, it was looking that way but Kinley showed she got plenty of fight.

(Kinley recovery was quick with a 'pissed off' Vin Bell looking to land the finisher. Fatigue was set in as well for Vin who seemed his victory would been earlier on. Kinley, holding her arm, slowly climbed the corner as it was no answer to why she'd choose this route. Vin was licking his lips, prime position for a one-armed person. Vin 'plucked' her right off it as she sort of struggled to get to the top rope. Vin had her in his possession, adjusting into a Bearhug. Immediately Kinley "thumbed" Vin in the eyes, cheap tactics that worked. His release of her allowed her to gain an ounce of control and she wasted none of it. She lit the back of his legs up with swift, lightning kicks before bouncing off the ropes and driving a low Shining Wizard knee to the back of Vin's leg, dropping him awkwardly. He grabbed at it immediately as Kinley was quickly on a roll. Running off the ropes once more, she drove her left fist into temple of his with a Super-Woman Punch. She gave him a taste of his medicine afterwards, taunting him. A Lou Thesz Press was her next move, letting off left punches, rapidly to the face. She called for her signature, "Game, Set, Bitch!" Ripcord V-Trigger Knee as she raised Vin up onto his knees. Her cockiness cost her. She whiffed, thanks to Vin recognizing and shoving off. Her back exposed, Vin quickly applied his submission finisher, "The Dread Lock", the Million Dollar Dream aka Cobra Clutch. He locked it in tight and after moments of fighting, Kinley's hand tapped, calling defeat in her name as the bell immediately rung afterwards.)

Winner via SUBMISSION, "The Dreadnaught" Vin Bell @ 12minutes and 44 seconds!

ALPINE: "THE DREAD LOCK" DOES IT!

RODZ: Finally! Great matchup, props to Kinley Carlisle but no one gets out of the Cobra Clutch. Not even a world renowned Magician! Tough but Kinley will bounce back. Lot of fight!

ALPINE: HE'S NOT LETTING GO! REF STOP HIM!

(Vin finally releases the hold after the ref forces his hand. Vin cracks up in laughter as the words of the ref afterwards found nothing but a wall to Vin's attention. His eyes remained on Kinley. Passed out on the canvas, Kinley was in the form of crime scene tape. Vin stalked her body in a circle, vulture-like.)

ALPINE: What the hell is he doing?

RODZ: Looking for a spot to "mark" his territory maybe?

ALPINE: Not funny! Kinley could be hurt even worse now.

(Vin reached into his tights as he pulled out a pink slip, mockingly. Glancing at it, far from close-view with the camera, he stares at it and his defeated opponent on the canvas. He reached down as the ref tried to block access but pushing aside, Vin, in a crouched state, that pink slip in his hand, he balls it slightly and disrespectfully shoves it into Kinley's mouth, stuffing it. Vin again with the smile, raised up and went to exit the ring. Kinley began coughing, coughing out the slip as the referee checked on her.)

ALPINE: What the hell does that mean?

RODZ: What does a pink slip stand for, Alpine?

ALPINE: Goner?!

RODZ: *Nods* To him...Bingo!

(Cameras fade temporarily to a brief black screen. A camera cuts to Kelli who is seen right outside the Tower in Newark. We see about 200 fans are starting to assemble outside, we see about 200 or more exciting cheering talking wrestling among each other.

Kelli waves at a few of them while taking pictures with others. A group gathers around her as she welcomes the attention.)

Kelli: So you all ready for this awesome match?

Fans: Yeah!!!!

A bunch of fans yell at once.

While Kelli continues to take pictures with the fans a black 2015 Chevrolet Silverado pull up and park. We see new superstar Horace Jackson come out the car. Kelli turns and sees it’s Horace Jackson, she waves as he makes his way over to the small crowd.

Horace: I wanted to be here to see you compete in this amazing structure in person.

Kelli: Sweet, so did all these people… Right guys!!

Fans: Yeah!!!

The group says at once.

Horace: There’s a cafe not too far from here. Wanna get some coffee and discuss a strategy?

Kelli: What’s to discuss?

Kelli looks at a young fan.

Kelli: What’s my strategy?

Fan: To kick butt and take names!

Kelli: That’s right.

Kelli gives the hid a high five then look at the parents.

Kelli: Is he not kind of young to watch a match like this.

Parent: He sits at home and plays GTA and Call Of Duty all day, I’m sure he will be fine.

The group gets bigger as more want to take pictures. Kelli moves to get next to Jackson.

Kelli: You may as well get in the pictures rather than being in the background. I don’t need the hog up the whole spotlight.

Fans take photos of the two standing next to each other.

Kelli: Plus its good to give the fans what they like. At least for a few more minutes as I have to go get ready soon to the match.

Kelli starts to sign a few autographs and takes more pictures as the camera cut away. Cut to Shooter still selling the back attack from Horace with his boys, but ultimately celebrating his successful debut. As happy as Ozzie and Ray Ray are for him, Shooter says the adoration of you two isn’t enough. He wants the whole world to see. At Redemption 120 he makes his television debut in the biggest way possible. He then goes back to cringing as Ray Ray hands him an ice pack.

Shooter: You just back up, yo.

Ray Ray: What up, Dog?

Shooter: This is bullshit.

Ozzie: What you talkin bout, yo? You just beat that grimey old dude. Who cares if he tried to hit you, yo. We get him back.

Ray Ray: Yeah, yo. We gonna sending him back to that nursing home.

Ozzie and Ray Ray laugh.

Shooter: You guys think I’m trippin over some old dude who can’t take a loss? Some has been or never was who tried to get some seconds of fame by hitting me up from behind after he got that 1-2-3?

Ozzie: Then what’s wrong, Captain?

Shooter: What’s wrong? I’ll tell you what’s wrong. These guys got the one and only Homeboy of Hustle Town, the cream of the team, the PW-GOAT opening the damn show? I ain’t a opener, yo. I am THE closer. And on top of that, they got my ass in a non televised match? Nah...Shooter ain’t that. Shooter is the reason those television cameras are here in the first place.

Ray Ray: That’s right.

Shooter: That’s damn right. Boss man made a bet and said if beat that geriatric mofo then I got something coming to me. I plan to collect in two weeks. In two week the hashtag LOHT invade Redemption. In two weeks….Shooter Reed rules PW.

(Cameras cut backstage and grabs a shot of Fin and Twin readying up for their huge match against the McConnaigh Brothers. The two are seen drinking green drinks to stay healthy and right. Both bouncing up and down, getting whatever little jitters that are trying to form out of their systems.)

FIN-NISHER: This break, our big break. This our chance prove we are who we are. Although big bro, I say it is hard battle to not drink vodka. I missing it. My body trembles.

TWIN-NISHER: We must fight through this bro. Its hard but we fight through these shakes. Alcohol has been breaking us down too long. We gotta try be clean for the greater prize at end, you know?

(Fin-Nisher took another sip of the green drink, shaking his head from the taste as the words his bro said tried to sink in.)

FIN-NISHER: Yeah! I get it. We do it better than anyone else! Destiny ours tonight!

(Fin-Nisher stares at the remaining in the bottle before looking up and downing the contents. Moments later after the process of swallowing. Fin ran for the nearest trash can, vomiting it all up as cameras cut back to ringside.)

ALPINE: Eww! Rather see them drink than to hear the sounds of vomit!

RODZ: Give them a break. They are trying to be healthier, cleaner for greater good. Tonight they have no chance in hell of winning this match but at least they will feel good in the end!

ALPINE: As we've seen tonight, don't doubt the one that's hungry!

RODZ: Yeahhhh....surreee!



Best 2 out 3 Falls
The McConnaigh Brothers (Finn and Owen McConnaigh) vs. The Fin and Twin Connection (Fin-Nisher and Twin-Nisher)-

DING, DING, DINGGG!!!

The match starts off and it was yet another set of Goliath's going up against smaller opposition but if anyone know the history of Fin and Twin, is that "Quitting Is Never An Option" for them. Even beat to shreds, they would find a way and here it was the same. Owen rolled his neck, stretching as he looked at Fin like a thin piece of filet mignon. Seconds after the bell ringing, Owen went in immediately on Fin as he launched the lightweight Fin in the air with a HUUUGGEEEE Belly-To-Belly Suplex. Fin-Nisher rolled almost out of the ring. Probably was best if he did because Owen was looking for the kill immediately and followed with a Side Suplex on Fin-Nisher. Loud screaming as he wailed through the air like Paper. Fin tried crawling to his corner from the opposite side as his Brother Twin-Nisher reached out but neither got the chance to get close enough. Owen tagged in Finn and he immediately swiped Fin-Nisher off the mat, Clotheslining him right back onto the canvas. Finn looked over to his Brother Owen, smirking as Finn's attention went back to Fin-Nisher and delivered down a thunderous Spinebuster. Finn picked up Fin-Nisher and hauled him into their corner, isolating him. Tagging back in Owen, the two teamed up and showcased their Finisher, "Cycle Of The Kings" as Owen placed Finn in a Russian Leg Sweep before Finn rushed towards them, running and connecting with a Lariat. Owen fell on top of Fin-Nisher for the cover. Ref got into position.)

ALPINE: These two are not for the games. "Cycle Of The Kings" out of the gate! Life's going to be short for Fin and Twin tonight.

RODZ: This about to be as quick as you in the bed, Alpine. Less than 5 Minutes!

ALPINE: Shutup!

1...

2...

3!!!!

WINNER OF THE FIRST FALL ... THE MCCONAIGH BROTHERS!!!

Owen got up and celebrated as if they had won it all despite it being two out of three falls. Twin-Nisher quickly entered the ring and pulled his brother to their corner. Finn tried to alert his brother Owen but it was too late as Fin-Nisher, so out of it, tagged his brother, allowing him to be the legal man. He came in and Owen smirked as the other half of the Fin-Twin Connection was fresh while the other was considered expired meat to how he got brutalized for the first fall. Twin-Nisher showed no fear, coming into Owen and laying in a foundation of his kicks, showing off his kickboxing skills with added sound effects, but none of his kicks seemed to do damage. Wincing maybe but no pain. Twin looked, a bit shocked as he looked behind him, hoping for some sort of additional help but there was none. Owen smiled even harder as he had Twin backed up onto the ropes. Owen placed Twin in a headlock but Twin slipped out of it on what was a tight-ass squeeze of his head but Twin landed some more direct kicks and knees but it all stopped and then he tried the unthinkable. He tried to lift a man who was about 30-40 pounds heavier than him and quite the height for his arms to even dare attempt to grasp. The audience laughed at the humoring spot but Twin saw nothing humorous about it as he got flipped and was now in Owen's care...that of a Powerbomb, but his legs wrapped around Owen's head, he tried anyway to hang on and for what seemed to be an attempted Hurricanrana, that wasn't going to happen but...it did, miraculously after the previously 'out of it' Fin-Nisher managed to slide in the ring from behind, with a driving chop block, tumbling the big man to one damn knee. That allowed Twin to bring him down, a DDT variant of a hurricanrana. Twin and Fin-Nisher high-fived each other as the crowd cheered to that chemistry and teamwork. Everyone loves the true underdog.)

ALPINE: Twin-Nisher and Fin-Nisher, what a plan! What a solid way to attack the big men. Chop blocks and a Hurricanrana DDT. Owen is dazed. He might not even know where he is at the moment!

RODZ: The McConnaigh's had this but they just had to slip the hell up and allow these two some space and a breather. Still the ball in their court with a 1-0 lead but they need to get back on top of this fast.

ALPINE: The Fin and Twin Connection aren't done showcasing yet!

Fin-Nisher exited the ring as Twin-Nisher drug the carcass of Owen who was on all fours, by the leg and tagged in Fin-Nisher. Fin-Nisher took to the top and landed with a stomp down on the left leg of Owen. First time you could hear a yell from that side. Fin was in and Twin exited only to get tagged. Twin took to the ropes and springboarded over the ropes and dropped right again on the back of both legs with a body splash, impacting those limbs. Twin-Nisher rolls him over and winds up capturing Owen in a bridging pin. The Referee slid into position.)

1...

2...

ALPINE: FIN-NISHER HOLDING TWIN'S FEET DOWN TO KEEP OWEN FROM KICKING OUT!

3!!!

RODZ: And it's tied!

WINNER OF THE 2ND FALL.... FIN AND TWIN CONNECTION!!!!

ALPINE: I can't even be really mad at that. Get it however it is available and quite smart way from the ref to keep feet pinned!

RODZ: Now they even more pissed!

Fin and Twin both laughed at their plan and it working to perfection in tying up this contest. Fans applauding the fight but Owen and Finn were not. They were pissed, loudly discussing and it seemed things were slowly deteriorating between them. Owen tagged in Finn and Finn was looking to make this episode quick as it was already past what they originally thought. Fin face to face with Twin, shoving his lightweight frame with ease but Twin came right back to him but Finn carelessly tossed him into the far corner. Twin used the ropes to get his now limp body from that toss up but shortly after he was back down via a powering Corner Clothesline, flattening him. Finn grabbed Twin by the hair and tagged in his brother, Owen as the two drilled Twin into the mat with Double Spinebuster. Owen went to tag in but Finn raised his hands, avoiding the tag, telling him to handle this as he just did his time. Owen nodded his head to his Brother, who rooted Owen on to handle business and get this W. Owen turned and stumbled back off a diving side kick to the head again. Owen was still on his feet as he picked up Twin and from behind, delivered a German Suplex, rolling Twin into his own corner but what lovely timing. A low-key but seen tag from Fin-Nisher who came into the ring and ducked an angered Clothesline attempt to only catch from behind, that chop block, cutting the tall man down to size and he went to work. Fin delivered his finish, driving his "funny bone" right into the orbital bone of Owen. It hurt Fin-Nisher a bit more on the delivery but he had Owen right where he wanted him as Finn watched his brother get beat up, hoping for a wake-up recovery soon but as time went, Twin and Fin had the upper hand after the slip-up earlier, the two cashed in, the two formed another unique alliance as Finn reached the top of the ropes and eyed Owen before leaping off with a dropkick, direct to the head, knocking Owen to his knees. Finn again, this time reached the top turnbuckle and waited for Owen to turn around. As he did, the duo of Twin and Fin combined in chemistry and timing as Twin had drove in with another chop block to the back, timing it with Finn who came down with Owen's head, crashing into the canvas with a diving, sit-out facebuster. Owen was rolled over and Fin went for the cover. Twin shoved Finn off the ropes to the outside and piled on top of his brother.)

ALPINE: WHAT A SICK DIVING, SIT-OUT FACEBUSTER FROM FIN AND TWIN!

RODZ: Nahhhh...don't tell me they are going to win this!

1...

2...

3!!!!

WINNER VIA PINFALL AND THE THIRD FALL... THE FIN AND TWIN CONNECTION!!!! (19 minutes and 30 seconds!)

ALPINE: THEY DID IT! THEY DID IT!

RODZ: This is unreal as fuck! How in the...This isn't right!

ALPINE: Oh no, it's right! It's called under-estimating the little guys. Wow! What a win for these two..and it looks like they are off to celebrate! Look at those two!

(With the bell ringing calling Fin and Twin victors of the match off the doubled-up pin, the two scathed out of the ring untouched from a pissed Finn as he tended to his brother in their defeat. Fin and Twin celebrated, going around the ring and to the ramp as they reached into their tights, grabbing what was 'airplane-sized' bottles of Vodka out of it to the shock of the crowd nearby who saw it. They laughed and hugged each other.)

ALPINE: How in the hell did they keep those undamaged. I mean they just went through a grueling match and they somehow managed to protect glass bottles of Vodka in their tights, unharmed. Unreal.

RODZ: Protect at all costs. I knew they weren't going to stop. All that green drink BS. Howver they did it, they did it and in style with a victory. They are the OG's of Phoenix Wrestling!

(The two pour the contents of the bottles into their mouths, gulping it down immediately, no savoring it all which meant simply...they had more in store in the back. They breathed out in a refreshing manner, slapping a few fans hands as they backpedaled with their arms around each others neck, steady celebrating. They parted momentarily, checking their arms and body for any signs of shakiness to which there was none. Another laugh emerged from them both as they high-fived and made their way to the back. We cut to Chris and Mandi Andrew finally arrive at the Tower of Destiny, looking up in awe at the wicked structure. Mandi carrying a tray wrapped in aluminum foil in her hand. The look on their face speaks volumes, they both know they’re in for a real treat tonight.)

Chris Andrew: “Look at this thing…”

Mandi lightly squeezes his hand, worried and intimidated by the sight of the tower, more so knowing what’s hiding inside.

Chris Andrew: “There’s no way one can win this thing… You can only… survive I guess…”

He looks up at the tenth floor, the only one who has already been assigned, where Cassius Reed, the Rebirth Champion will be waiting for whoever can go through hell and make it to the top of the tower. There’s concern in his voice, his usual bravado completely gone, humbled by the dangerousness of the Tower. Walking closer, they both look at their cards.

Chris Andrew: Hmm, interesting…

Mandi looks over at him.

Mandi Andrew: Hey babe can you tell me which floor you are on please? I don’t want to risk facing you.

She had a worried look on her face, as she was worried, and nervous about them having to face each other. Chris chuckles, bringing the card to his chest to keep it away from Mandi’s eyes.

Chris Andrew: You heard the boss… He strictly forbid us to reveal which floor we’re assigned.

She glances at him with her big eyes, almost begging, but he just shakes his head, hiding the card in his pocket and putting his arm around her shoulder.

Chris Andrew: What I can tell you though, is that tonight I’m in for a fight. It doesn’t matter how rough and painful things will get in there, it doesn’t matter who do I get to throw out of the window, and how many floors i have to make him fly… That’s my goal…

He points his finger to the tenth floor.

Chris Andrew: A Rebirth Championship match sounds great, don’t you think?

Mandi nods, looking at him with a sweet smile on her lips. He couldn’t help but give her a quick kiss.

Chris Andrew: But even if I can’t make it up there, I promise you I’ll walk out of the Tower Of Destiny with a damn good consolation prize.

She looks at him, as she smiles.

Mandi Andrew: Regardless of what happens in the tower, don’t forget we still have a rematch for Duos titles on March 20th. So we least will still have that babe. I can’t wait for it.

Chris Andrew: Me neither… And hopefully next time those sneaky Collective will stay away from our business...

He takes a small pause, collecting his thoughts.

Chris Andrew: You know babe, we keep getting a lot of opportunities recently. I feel like things are starting to go our way, all the hard work, all the sacrifices we made are finally paying off.

He smiles, looking at her and then back at the Tower.

Chris Andrew: All these chances… Now we only have to grab them.

(With that said, the couple walks inside the Tower. Commercial ad intervenes and there was a different sight. One that was of Richard Roque, the founder of the "Roque Total Body Fitness, however this wasn't another advertisement of his selection of products. It was him, shown running rope to rope, corner to corner, giving and taking hard bumps in the ring. The slow-motion effective in this shot as you could see him, as if learning the 'graps' all over again.)

ROQUE: Don't get things twisted, I am still the Guru of RTBF!

(More shots are shown of him taking some hard shots in the ring as his body hits the canvas cold.)

ROQUE: Yes, I want to keep you all invested in getting into shape, but I want to find new ways to inspire you as well!

(Again, even more shots were seen, this time it was his go-round in delivering the pounding blows as he was clotheslining and running through his opposition in the ring, showing a strong upside from Richard that has been a long time since last seen. He stands in the center of the ring, looking directly into the camera.)

ROQUE: I will be returning to the ring...

(And the screen cut to black as the word in bold, red letters, spelled the word "SOON!" It was the only word on the screen shown before it soon faded to black, cutting back to ringside.)

SOON!


*COMMERCIAL*

[Slaine Rodrick]

(The picture slowly fades in as the camera cuts to the two parking lot. Three or four vehicles simultaneously enter in at the sam time, but the camera stays fixated on a black Dodge Challenger. The rear passenger side door opens up maybe thirty seconds later. A Nike adorned [jacket, leggings, and Kobe Elite XI’s] Nina Stoke emerges. She says some words to her Uber driver and gives him a quick handshake before she grabs her duffle back and begins walking towards the tower. The camera pans over the other side of the parking lot and focuses on a gunmetal Cadillac CTS. Frisky D soon emerges from it and also makes her way towards the building. The two wrestlers happen to meet as they trek on.)

NINA STOKES: Frisky, what’s going on? You’re just the woman I was hoping to see before all these craziness ensues.

(The two of them stop in their tracks and face each other.)

NINA STOKES: I know we didn’t get a chance to talk after the last show. You know how it is; shit gets hectic and what not. I just wanted to speak to you for a minute, if that’s cool.

(She adjusts the duffle on her shoulder before she carries on.)

NINA STOKES: I know that tag team match at Redemption 119 didn’t turn out like we thought it would. We both had the same accord, to go out there and handle business. Did we kick some ass? Sure enough. But if you are anything like me, then you would have much rather have pulled out the win.

(She takes a second to pause.)

NINA STOKES: But hey, that was last show, right? Today is a new day, a new opportunity. Everyone has been buzzing and clamoring for this Tower of Destiny match. All of us entering? We’ve got a chance to really shock the world, you know? And personally? I think you and I will be two of the standout stars.

(Nina nods.)

NINA STOKES: I don’t know about you, but my goal is to make it all the way to the very top. Cassius? Oh yeah, I’ve been dying to fight him. And that tag team match didn’t do anything but fuel my fire.

(Frisky takes that all in, scratching her chin as she listens, then nods her head.)

FRISKY D: Yeah, losing sucks but it’s how you bounce back. And yeah, if that Boatle Royal is any indication, I think it could be the two of us fighting it out to get to the end again.

(She takes a moment to adjust the brim of her cap.

FRISKY D: I’m sure you’d like to get that one back to even things up between us, just like I really want another shot at Cassius after I lost to him in my hometown. Of course it’s the job of you and everyone else to think I already had my shot, but the point is…

(A deep exhale.)

FRISKY D: I get it, we all have our reasons driving us, anyone that’s a real competitor does and I know enough about you to know that you’re one. And I think all those other reasons and goals kinda fall in second place behind what you were kinda driving at if I got your drift. Succeeding, wanting to be great. Someone’s gonna come out feeling great and a lot of us are gonna get our dreams stepped on and have to get past it. I’m sure we will cross paths in there somewhere and if you feel like I do, I have a lot of respect for you, but the best way to show someone respect is to try your best to beat them and that’s exactly what I intend to do. We’ll probably throw down, a lot of crazy shit’s gonna go down, here’s to the best one tonight being the last one standing and not holding anything back.

(She offers a fistbump to Nina after finishing. It doesn’t take but a second or two before Nina returns the fistbump.)

NINA STOKES: The respect is mutual. And because I respect ya’, I’m not going to hold anything back if we end up meeting in there. That goes for you, and everyone else in the there.

(Nina paused for a second.)

NINA STOKES: Although, I do have a slightly different philosophy than you do. This match isn’t about stepped on or broken dreams—it’s about reclamation, redemption, and resurgence. Sure, maybe only one person will make it up to Cassius. However, everyone walking into this tower tonight has the chance to walk away saying they’ve done something special. At least that’s how I see it.

(Frisky shrugs.)

FRISKY D: Fair enough, philosophy or doing much deep thinking at all wasn’t ever really my strong suit. But I think it’s time that I get ready to head off to do what I am pretty good at.

(Flashing a peace sign she goes ruffling through her pockets to find the notecard she was given with her assigned floor on it before ambling off. Nina quickly reaches into her bag and looks at her card.)

NINA STOKES: Welp, let’s get it.

(She walks inside as the cameras fade out. We cut to ringside just as 'Undefeated' by Skillet blares over the speakers. Giles calmly walks out as the crowd Boos him. A smile on his face he waves as he walks down and enters the ring. He is handed a microphone and he calmly waits for the crowd to quiet down.)

GILES: “I know that this is a treat for all the lower class miscreants that crawl through the raw sewage you call New Jersey.”

The boos from the crowd renew with a chant of you suck.

GILES: “That's right I expect nothing less then this from people like you, so keep chanting show the whole world just what kind of crass no bodies you are, just like your hero Jrue the man I face once again in this ring tonight. “

The crowd cheers as Giles mentions Jrue and he still smiles.

GILES: “Just as I thought you cheer a loser a man who thinks he is something he is not. Jrue I have proven twice now that I am the better man in this ring and yet you still wish to face me. I am sure it's because of some sense of heroics where you want to defeat the bad guy and show the world that the good guy always wins. Well guess what that's not how the real world works, you see in the real world the strong win, those willing to do everything and anything to obtain victory will win.

That is why you will lose today Jrue because you are weak because you care what others think about you and you want to entertain these uncouth, unwashed ingrates.”

Boos once again fill the arena.

GILES: “SHUT UP!! You people are lucky to see a class act like me and should pray to god everyday I give you this opportunity. Jrue you have felt what I can do and if you're stupid enough to want to face me again then get ready and as soon as I am finished with you I am coming for my title. The Rising Phoenix Championship deserves a man who can bring a little class, a little grace and some honor to that title and your looking at him right here.

So Jrue bring your sorry ass out to this ring and get ready for a fight because your about to be taught your final lesson.”

With those words Giles tosses the mic to the side and waits for Jrue.

Giles Whitmor vs. Jrue Oliver

DING, DING, DING!!!

ALPINE: These two men may not be in the Tower here tonight but they certainly didn’t come all this way to lose, Rodz!

RODZ: I’d be surprised if anyone did that, I mean, it’s a paycheck either way but man, how embarrassing, don’t you think?

ALPINE: I mean I guess? But I don’t think that anyone is just...

RODZ: Shut up Alpine, you’re such a tool, I was totally bating you with that.

(The referee signals for the bell and steps out of the way as Jrue and Giles circle each other for just a few moments. Jrue's eyes narrow as he seems to feel that Giles is cockily underestimating him with a dismissive sneer and he jabs a finger into Giles' chest only to take a right hook across the jaw! Jrue's head rocks back as Giles backs up a step to rush him with a knee to the gut. As he steps in to make the most of this Oliver's lack of experience lets Whitmor in closer than he should and Giles to grabs him by the arm and twists him around to put Oliver in position for a German suplex, which he lands with thunderous force to the mat! Oliver bridges this over for the first pin attempt of the match!)

1....

2....

Kickout!

ALPINE: Looks like Giles caught the referee napping a little, it took him a second or two to slide into place for the pin count.

RODZ: ...usually I’m the one accusing a referee of being lazy. What’s wrong with you tonight!

(Giles shakes his head at this failure to gain three but doesn't argue with the referee, limiting himself to a sneer as he moves to pick Jrue up, but as he was hauling him up to his feet, Oliver spun in Whitmor's grip to deliver a sharp elbow to his chin. Giles grins as the strike is solid and he shoves Jrue as he staggers back. Giles tries for a fast Shining Wizard in another attempt to end the match quickly, but Jrue blocks the move and counters into a Leaping Spinning Heel Kick!

Jrue waits until Giles gets up before he lifts his hand and then slaps the taste right out of Giles's mouth! Giles gives him a hot glare then quick as a wink brings up his own hand in a counter-slap before snobbing the crowd as they boo him, that momentary lapse of attention lets Jrue get away and he comes back with another fast Spinning Heel Kick. No! Giles dodges and BAM! Superkick! Before Jrue can collapse to the mat insult is added to injury as Giles catches him up with a Falling Neckbreaker! With Jrue down he then runs to the near ropes and bounces off, hitting a Curb Stomp on the downed Oliver as the fans boo him even louder as he drops to cover!)

1....

2....

Kickout!

ALPINE: That’s twice now that Giles’ experience has almost given him this match.

RODZ: Jrue is impressive in there tonight however I don’t think it’s going to be enough.

(Giles waits until Jrue gets to his feet then turns, jumps up and launches himself into a Springboard Blockbuster that has the fans gasping with excitement even though they frankly aren't liking him - but as he goes to cover, Jrue trips him up and he hits his forehead on the second rope! Jrue is up, and with all his strength he lifts Giles up for a Pop-up Powerbomb, only for the agile Giles to catch him in a headlock and reverse into a leaping roll up!!

1....

2....

3…!

DING, DING, DING!!!

ALPINE: There we go, Giles takes this one home! What a home run!

RODZ: Think of that all on your own, did you?

WINNER: GILES WHITMOR via PINFALL @ 12 minutes, 22 seconds.

(Giles is quick to get on the mic and scream and point at Jrue, followed by these words...)

GILES WHITMOR: THAT'S RIGHT PUNK, YOU'RE BENEATH MY PRESENCE!

(Giles walks off laughing as Jrue looks shocked over the sudden loss.)

*

(The cameras cut to the exterior of The Tower, there’s a hearty clot of fans gathering around as they look up the road that leads to this set aside area despite the chill in the New Jersey air. There’s an excited murmuring going on as there’s a loud clopping sound, and a cloud of steam rising up over a small hill, finally there comes into view an old fashioned open air horse drawn carriage! The horses are sleek dark Morgan horses, the carriage is dark wood festooned with wreaths of black flowers, just ahead of it rides a man in full motorcycle leathers on another Morgan horse, he arrives ahead of the carriage that contain the team of Hell Is Waiting and opens his helmet, bringing up a saxophone of all things as another man in the same gear came up on the other side, and produced a trumpet. They started playing the dissonant tune that is the team’s entrance music, Twisted Nerve, and the fans whistle along as the coachman jumps down and opens up the little step to allow Masaru to jump out to the pavement below!

He stretches then turns to offer his hand to his partner, Aurora as she takes the steps down, a wide grin on his pierced visage. She looks around before taking that last big step down, a grin coming to her own full lips.

AURORA: How fun, an audience for the bloodbath. How positively fucking Roman of them, don’t you think? As if we were merely the new gladiators in the latest pit, under the thumb of some distant Imperator, wouldn’t you think? After all… the only one here that can claim such in truth is you.

(Masaru grins again and opens up his coat, revealing his precious Gladiador del HELL championship belt, then as Aurora jumps down he reaches in and retrieves their Phoenix Wrestling Duos championships, and each of them sling one over their shoulders.)

MASARU INOUE: No one is taking this from me, this is MINES. I worked for it, I bled for it, and I’ll bleed them all out!

(Aurora nods as she navigates their way through the fans, a look of mild annoyance or concentration on her features as they move. Tonight, her gear is green and black instead of the usual pink and black, and far more like leather armor than her usual as well.)

AURORA: We’ve worked hard to get to where we are in this industry. We’re a hot ticket, when so many would have written us off as the remainders of a former era. That makes it so much more delightful, don’t you think? They like to talk about passing torches, but if we need to, we can snuff one out. We’re more ready for this, than I think we’re being given credit… but then, it isn’t as if we needed the motivation that comes with being told that you can’t, when you know you can.

(They pause at the entrance, looking back out over the gathered fans and then they each lift an arm to hit wrist to wrist.)

MASARU INOUE: It’s time.

(He cackles out a laugh as Olly swoops in and around the pair before heading up to the roof, and they enter the building to make it to their designated floors. The cameras cut to find The Collective arriving at the pier, they get out and look around, clearly searching for the members of Mason’s Pulpit that they are supposed to be fighting here tonight. Frankie Starlight goes around, asking the gathered crowd about it.)

FRANKIE STARLIGHT: Hey! Any of you, you seen them gimps, the Mason’s Pulpit guys?

(There’s a near unanimous shake of the heads indicating no, Frankie groans but then a lightbulb seems to light up and he gets a flyer for the show and holds it up, pointing out the members of Mason’s Pulpit, a grin on his face.)

FRANKIE STARLIGHT: You ain’t seen any of these chicken shits?

(Again, the crowd shakes their heads, indicating that they haven’t. Frankie turns back to his boys and shrugs, now they’re getting antsy, clearly wanting to fight.)

FRANKIE STARLIGHT: Maybe they got an Uber driver that was like that movie we saw, you know, some serial killer level shit? Damn, I hope they hurry up.

ALPINE: Wow...I can’t fathom Mason’s Pulpit chickening out of this fight, especially when they hold a numbers advantage.

RODZ: It’s Red Hook and the Collective are gang bangers. Those ‘fans’ could very well be gang members ready to draw and quarter the Pulpit.

ALPINE: I would’ve never thought that Johnny. Your paranoia works out for you sometimes.

RODZ: Drugs do a brain good.

(Mason's Pulpit stands on a rooftop above the pier as they prepare for their match ahead. Jade has a pair of binoculars attached to her face as she gazes down on the pier. She then sees something and begins to jump with excitement.)

Jade: I see them...there they are Mason.

(Mason smirks slightly as he reaches down into a duffel bag that is sitting beside him.)

Mason: These little shits think they can get the upper hand on us. They want to surprise us and bring us into their world. Well, I think it is fine time that we flip the tables on them. They aren't the only ones who grew up on the streets of New York. So why don't we give them a proper New York welcome.

(Mason pulls out a cannister of tear gas from the bag and pulls the pin. He tosses it down onto the pier, landing just a few feet away from the collective. The spectators begin to take off, going to safety as The Collective begins to choke on the tear gas as it fills the pier.)

Mason: Alright people, let's mount up. It's time to start this match with style.

(Mason and the others pull on a set of gas masks and then they each grab their weapons and a hang glider. They secure themselves to the gliders and leap off the roof, heading down towards their unsuspecting prey.)

RODZ: THESE CRAZY FUCKERS!! WHAT THE FUCK DO THEY THINK THIS IS, A BATMAN MOVIE!?

ALPINE: Mason has taken so many hits to the head I don’t dare question his line of thinking anymore. 

Red Hook Pier Brawl

Mason's Pulpit (Mason Daniels, Jade, Asger, and Azazel) vs. The Collective (Tony Tira, Geno 'Forklift' Forliti, and Frankie Starlight)

(As the fans gag and disperse from the noxious yellow cloud, Mason’s Pulpit safely land on the ground. Mason tosses his hang glider aside, and takes his trusty barbwire bat in hand and plants it over the back of Frankie Starlight! Frankie cringes and coughs in pain as he drops to his knees. Asger and Azazel choose to use their hang gliders for the better as they smash them into the back of Tony and Geno’s head!! Guest referee Toast removes his referee shirt and uses it as a mask to breathe past the terrible fumes. Mason grabs Frankie by the back of his head, dropping his bat temporarily. With a grip on his head and pants, Mason tosses Frankie headfirst through the driver’s side window of a Ford Aerostar parked on the street! “OHHHH!!!!”s from the arena crowd as Frankie’s body lays dangling out of the minivan, bringing Mason to kiss Jade before the two head on over to Geno and Tony being hammered down. Mason folds his arms, looking down to Jade with a smile.)

MASON: This is going to be easier than I thought…

(Asger and Azazel punish Geno and Tony with sledgehammer blows and boots to the back, keeping them on the asphalt. The two men are far too busy coughing their heads off to even put up a fight. Asger then picks up Geno, and with the help of Azazel powerbombs the big man right on the back of a curb!! “OHHHH!!!”s and “HOLY SHIT!!”s ring out, and only get louder when the two do the same to Tony, except right on top of Geno!! The men roll over onto the asphalt in a world of gagging pain as Mason and Jade laugh at their misery.)

ALPINE: The Collective are getting decimated in this match! Ever since that smoke grenade landed, the group have been helpless to the effects of it!

RODZ: This is a fight in the streets. Chemical warfare is used in fights in the streets, just in third world countries. The Collective really need to get more cultural and diverse with their street fighting.

(Trails of blood leak from Frankie’s head as he digs himself out of the window, collapsing onto the asphalt below. The commotion gets the attention of Mason, who sends Jade over there to deal with Frankie. Seeing a mailbox to spring off nearby, Jade smiles and prepares a Jade Spike especially for the recovering Frankie. Just as she springs off the box, Frankie launches up from his hunched position, cracking Jade in the chin with his infamous brass knuckles!! “HOLY SHIT!!” blares through the audience in the arena as Jade lays there on the asphalt near unconscious. Mason smiles, thinking to himself Frankie was successfully dropped on his head...and THAT’s why the crowd is chanting. What he doesn’t realize is a bloody Frankie Starlight is approaching from behind, grimacing and whispering obscenities. Mason delights in seeing Asger take Tony to the rocky shore beside the pier as Azazel picks up the spaghetti legged Geno. Azazel drags him over to a local deli and places the back of his head against the glass. He then takes a few steps back, then runs at Geno with a Damnation! However Geno moves just in time, causing Azazel to crash through the glass and clumsily land on the deli floor!! Spectators from the deli who were watching the fight through the windows are now horrified and doing their best to scramble out of the establishment. Just as Mason prepares to use that bat of his, a finger taps him on the shoulder.)

STARLIGHT: Hey asshole!!

(A wide eyed Mason grits his teeth and whips around his bat, but Frankie is quick on the duck to nut punch Mason with the brass knuckles!! “OHHHHH!!”s from the crowd as Mason drops to his knees, clenching his crazy nuts. Frankie goes to follow up with a wicked temple shot, but realizes Tony is three seconds away from getting gorilla tossed face first on the very sharp rocky shore of Louis Valentino Jr. pier. With a darting scramble and leap, Frankie catches Asger in the back of the head with a brass knuckle aided superman punch, causing Azazel to drop Tony!! “OHHHH!!!”s from the audience as a large laceration opens across the back of Asger’s head. Tony lands on the rocks back first, but it’s a small drop and he’s able to get to his feet. Frankie helps him back onto the street, just in time to see Azazel looking at them with fire in his eyes out of the deli window. But a scream from Mason puts all eyes on him. He crawls up to the loopy Jade, then looks over to Frankie. A demonic look takes over Mason’s face as he points the bat to Frankie, and screams “YOOOOOOUUUU!!!”)

RODZ: Oh shit. You done fucked up Frankie.

ALPINE: I’ve seen that look before from Mason. Not a look you want to be on the receiving end of.

(A red faced Mason pushes past the nut pain Coach Buzzcut style, grips his barbwire bat with authority, and starts power walking his way over to Frankie and Tony. Azazel stops to look down at the slumped against a brick wall Geno, and decides to ignore him to join in with Mason. The two standing members of Mason’s Pulpit make their way over to Tony and Frankie, staring daggers and smiling sadistically. For once in their career, The Collective start backing up as they think of how to deal with the dangers. Their backing up leads them onto the pier as the two maniacs make their way over. Tony looks over to Frankie, nudging him as he taps on his nose then taps on his breast pocket. Frankie screams “NO WAY I NEED THAT!!” Tony then points back at the two psychos like come on guy. Frankie sighs deeply, reaches in his breast pocket, and palms a small ball into his fist. Just as Mason and Azazel start to lead them to the back of the pier, Frankie pulls out the mysterious white substance and tries to blow it in their eyes. However the high winds blow the white substance in the wind, causing Frankie to scream in fury!! He then shoves Tony, who shoves him back. The two are about to get into a fight just as Mason and Azazel are planning to attack. Luckily for them a recovering Geno is making his way onto the pier, fighting through the back wrenching pain of being powerbombed on a curb. He comes with a laggard jog, arriving just in time to double clothesline Azazel and Mason in the back of the head, dropping them at the feet of Frankie and Tony. Tony and Frankie stop fighting, smirk at each other, and proceed to gang stomp Azazel and Mason! Geno fires off several boots, but mostly leans against the pier railing and winces.)

ALPINE: Frankie’s white powder routine backfired, but luckily Geno’s there to save the day!

RODZ: That’s at least 200 dollars worth of good shit. I’d be pissed too.

(As angry as he is about his private stash going to waste, Frankie focuses on the match and pries the barbwire bat from Mason’s hand with wingtip stomps to the fingers. Once loose, Frankie tosses the bat off the pier, sending it hurtling into the waters below! Tony keeps Azazel grounded with some ground and pound, but eventually the big man bucks him off and starts to scramble down the pier to safety! Tony chases him with a cocked fist as Frankie climbs the railing of the pier. He then flies off with a Starlight Express on the back of Mason, following up with a double stomp to the back of the head!! “OHHHH!!!”s from the crowd as Frankie lays on Mason for the three count.)

1….

2…..

(Somehow Mason kicks out of the finisher, even though his face is now busted open. Frankie slaps his hands together at Toast, telling him to do his job faster. Toast apologies as Azazel crawls down the pier, only for Tony to grab a handful of hair from behind. He goes to deliver a hook to the side of the head, but suddenly a large rock clips him in the eyebrow!! “OHHHHHH!!”s from the crowd as the recovered Jade took advantage of the rocky shore, grabbing a fat sharp rock to toss at Tony’s face!! Asger picks himself up, going to a nearby ‘STOP’ sign. In a show of his brute strength, the big man rips the street sign out of the grassy patch it’s embedded in! He then makes his way over with Jade to a bloody, stumbling Tony who tries to retreat.)

ALPINE: Yes ladies and gentlemen, Asger has ripped a stop sign out of the earth and is planning on decapitating someone with it.

RODZ: Bravo to Jade. A solid stone to the head will break down any tough guy!

(Frankie taps the sore Geno on the shoulder, pointing over to the trio of Asger, Azazel, and Jade as they approach them. Geno sighs heavily, picks himself up off the railing, and catches the bloody Tony before he stumbles to his feet. He then screams at the crew and gives his all, running at Asger and Azazel for a double clothesline! Asger makes him pay for that with a jabbing butt end stab of the stop sign to Geno’s gut, doubling him over! As hurt as they are, Asger drops the sign and the two team up and lift up Geno, planting him on the hard asphalt pier with a double spinebuster!! “OHHH!!”s from the audience as Geno is back to cringing and groaning in pain. Tony is the next to fearlessly launch himself at the group as he starts throwing hooks and crosses like a wild man. But due to the rock hitting him in the head, his equilibrium is all screwy, causing his punches to miss. However one wild swing does catch Azazel on the jaw, knocking him to one knee! That threat is quickly extinguished though by Asger, who claps him upside the head with the stop sign! “OHHHHS!!” as the bloody Tonly collapses to the pier. Frankie has his brass knuckles cocked, ready to fight with Asger and Jade, but Mason picks himself up from behind and wipes the blood from his eyes. He then taps Frankie on the shoulder, ducks to his wild swing, and military presses him over his head! Before Frankie can even think of punching his way loose, Mason tosses Frankie off the pier! A loud SPLOOSH!! fills the air as Mason screams out to his team.)

MASON: ONE DOWN….TWO TO GO!!!

ALPINE: The Collective are in serious trouble here. Frankie took a twenty foot drop off that pier! Even if he is okay, it will take him awhile to swim back to the shore and defend his crew.

RODZ: Mason’s Pulpit are showing the world right now why they are the most dangerous combo on the face of this planet. Nobody tools the Collective like this.

(Asger and Azazel then rip up Tony to his feet, planning to launch him over the pier railing. But they stop in their tracks once they look forward. Approaching in the near distance is a big barge, seemingly on a collision course with the pier. Mason and his crew are stupefied by the strange boat coming their way, but they go back to tossing out Tony. Just as they go to throw him over, he snatches onto the railing! Tony grips his body against the railing, forcing Asger and Azazel to work to take him out. Meanwhile Mason and Jade try to signal the barge which is coming dangerously close to the edge of the pier. Just before it hits the pier, the trash barge stops on a dime. Mason and Jade are confused, but slowly realize what is happening as they smell rotting food drifting into their nostrils due to those high winds. Geno recovers just in time, double sledging Asger and Azazel in the back before yanking Tony off the railing. As much as his back is aching in pain, Geno carries Tony away from the scene as Mason looks at them running away. He then looks up to the trash barge above them, wide eyed before looking back to his crew. We then cut to a shot of a smiling Hirooki Rajin, manning the trash barge!)

ALPINE: What the? That’s Hirooki Rajin! I thought he was injured!

RODZ: Obviously not injured enough to work a boat. Smelly revenge!

(Hirooki laughs as he yanks back on a lever, causing the trash carrying portion of the barge to elevate upwards from the back. Mason goes to run with his crew, but it’s too late. Hirooki sends a mountain of trash dumping down onto the end of the pier, immersing the entirety of Mason’s Pulpit! “HOLY SHIT!!” is unanimous inside the arena and out as Tony and Geno crawl up to Toast. They exclaim Mason’s Pulpit can no longer continue, so Toast has no choice but to ring for the bell!!)

DING DING DING!!

(Lenne gets on the mic in the arena, screaming out the victors.)

HARDT: Your winners of the match...THEEEEEE COLLLLLLEEEEECCCCCTTTTTIIIIIVVVVEEE!!!

WINNERS: The Collective via REFEREE STOPPAGE @ 14 minutes, 02 seconds.

ALPINE: Just when I had the Collective counted out, the devious gangsters pull an ace from up their sleeve!

RODZ: More like a curtain jerker from their sleeve, but nonetheless a very important curtain jerker.

ALPINE: Hirooki Rajin was beaten senseless by Mason’s Pulpit for no reason. This is karma in action folks, I’m glad Mason and his deviants got their comeuppance.

(The match is over, and The Collective have won - though from the looks of Frankie, Geno, and Tony ‘win’ is very subjective! They fish Frankie out of the water to join his two compadres, Toast looking on with concern as they help each other into the waiting ambulances provided by Slaine. The EMTs onsite get them all bundled in and whisked away to the hospital to be checked out at the least and provided care and Tetanus shots at the worst! As the fans watch them leaving, red tail lights winking as they go, the staff and a few onlookers are trying desperately to dig the members of Mason’s Pulpit out of the trash heap!)

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[Slaine Rodrick]

The footage began way in the distance, looking upon the Tower of Destiny from afar. As the camera focused on the wet road, a pink British Mod themed scooter pulled out, the artificial light of the lampposts reflecting off the many mirrors of the tiny vehicle. The figure upon it was wearing a helmet with a flaming phoenix logo upon it, clad in a studded biker jacket. She paused as she gazed up at the Tower, ten storeys high and surrounded by cranes carrying cameras. Around every other floor there were secure safety nets, and hundreds and hundreds of people were gathered around, holding signs and chanting for their favourites. The figure removed their helmet and sunglasses, long curls being revealed as Anastasia Starling stared up from a distance.

ANASTASIA STARLING: I swear to God, I heard the earth inhale, moments before it spat its rain down on me. I swear to God, in this light and on this evening, The Tower's become, the most beautiful thing I've seen.

She stepped off of the scooter as she placed her jacket down, taking another long look upon the Tower with her hands on her hips. A large gathering of fans behind one of the barricades spotted her, holding up “#BirdIsTheWord” and “#NewBirdOrder” signs as they began the famous “Too Tweet HOOT HOOT” chant in Anastasia’s direction. She looked over and smiled, throwing up the Too Tweet symbol for her adoring fans. She turned back to gaze upon the Tower, seeing a couple of helicopters fly overhead, shining their spotlights upon it like it was the scene of a crime.

ANASTASIA STARLING: He’s probably already up there, the champion. Cassius Reed in his favourite spot, looking down on each and every person, truly believing that no one can touch him. He likely thinks this is going to be an easy night for him, and that no one is ever going to make it through every floor to the very top to face him. If that is the case, I am going to prove him very, very wrong. He’s avoided me like the plague, he’s dismissed me in interviews, ignored my challenges, laughed at my promises. But no more. I will make it through every competitor, I will make it through every floor and I will face him tonight. I will.

She closes her eyes for a second as she breathes in the last of the Winter air, before looking up in steely determination.

ANASTASIA STARLING: What he did to me in the World Crown Champions Elimination match the other week has only made me more determined, and this may well be my only chance to face him one on one. He may be fresh, he may be rested and I may have to eliminate each and every worthy challenger to get to him, but by God I will do it if necessary. Whether it is a well respected newcomer like Kelli Torres, whether it is the infinitely talented Nina Stokes, whether Frisky D who gave me my first pinfall defeat in nearly eighteen months here in Phoenix, the Number One Reaper in Lance Winters, or even Mandi and Chris Andrews. Or Masaru… and especially, especially if it is Aurora… I know, I know I’m in for a world of hurt tonight, everyone is. This could well be the most brutal, draining and painful match I have ever been in. But… I am ready for it, and whatever it brings. This is my chance, and I am going to take it…Lepszy wróbel w garści niż gołąb na dachu.

She murmured a phrase in her native Polish, before gazing up to the Tower once more, taking the tiniest little step forward, those greens and blues taking in the sight of the structure that represented either her doom or salvation.

ANASTASIA STARLING: Cassius is the champion, and he is the Iron King. Whether I dispute the way he won that tournament or not, that is a fact. And iron is so, so fitting for Cassius Reed. He truly is pure iron. He’s dark and hard and so, so strong. But… but he is brittle, the exact same way iron gets. He'll break to pieces before he bends. As for me? I am the true steel of this company, forged in Phoenix fire. And tonight I will show not only Cassius Reed, but the entire world that I deserve to be the champion of this great company, by the sword if necessary. It’s time the Rebirth Championship was reborn.

At this point, a member of the production team approached her with a sealed envelope, presumably with her instructions on where she has been randomly assigned to start the match. She opens it up, staring at the words without a single showing of emotion.

ANASTASIA STARLING: It begins...

She peers back up to the Tower, before slotting the note in her pocket. Without any indication of her feelings on about the notecard, she paces towards the building as the New Bird Order goes wild behind the barricades.

MAIN EVENT

TOWER OF DESTINY

(We cut down to the mob of people outside the Tower, awaiting some good ol' fashioned violence. Suddenly they hear the roaring of a motorcycle, and make way in the street. Riding through is Lance Winters, scowling around at the humanity.)

WINTERS: Where's BLACK!?

(Seth Black steps out of the crowd of people, and hands Winters a stack of note cards with a smirk.)

WINTERS: Gimmie those...

(Winters yanks the cards out of his hands. The camera gets an up close on each card as he scans through them..)

HEY GUESS WHAT

YOU DREW FIRST

SORRY!

MAKE THE MOST OF IT!

(Slaine is on the final card giving Lance a double thumbs up, just driving it home for Lance. He grits his teeth, growls, and whips out his chain. He then revs his bike, aims it for the double doors of the lobby, and accelerates! Lance enters the lobby with his bike in a glass splattering display!)

ALPINE: Is he...is he for real about riding his motorcycle into this building!?

RODZ: Not only that but he’s insane, swangin’ chain, someone’s gonna get brained!

ALPINE: Please don’t rap at the commentary booth.

RODZ: Alpo can drain my main vein, he’s a lame!

(Lance looks to the elevator, then looks to the stairs, smiles, and revs up his bike in that direction. With a good speed he climbs the stairs with his bike, making it to the second floor where his first opponent awaits.)

SECOND FLOOR

(We cut to a shot of Kelli Torres standing in front of the elevator to her floor, cracking her knuckles. But she’s startled as soon as she hears a door slam open, followed by the obnoxiously loud sound of Lance’s revving chopper.)

LANCE: HONEY I’M HOOOOOMMMMMEE!!

(Kelli looks over to see Lance smiling at her wickedly as he swings around a chain. Her eyes widen, and she quickly jumps out of attack mode and into defense mode. Lance laughs and comes roaring at her, zipping down the side hallway to the front of the floor. Kelli dives into the jungle of cubicles, trying to get Lance to get off his bike. It’s no use as he maneuvers the vehicle like a pro, zipping through the tight cubicle space and following Kelli. Kelli dives into an empty cubicle just in time, avoiding a swinging chain shot to the head. Lance does a loop and comes back around the corner, looking for Kelli in the empty cubicle. She’s not there. Kelli does a leapfrog over the cubicle wall on the other side, landing on the back of Lance Winters! Kelli applies a rear naked choke while Lance is still on the bike, causing him to drive the bike back to the main hallway! He starts driving erratically, trying to shake her off but Kelli holds on for dear life! Fearing he may go unconscious at the wheel, Lance slams his bike into a row of forgotten cubicles, sending carpeted plywood and office furniture flying! Lance succeeds in throwing Kelli off of him as she does a full flip over the bike, landing ten feet in front of Lance as she crashes down on her spine! “OHHHH!!”s from the spectators as she grabs her spine and crawls away. Lance gets up off his motorcycle, grips his chain, and stalks after Kelli with a sick grin.)

ALPINE: Lance did all he could to shake Kelli, and now she’s feeling it with that wicked drop on her spine.

RODZ: I’d put a wicked drop on her spine, if ya know what I mean.

ALPINE: Knock it off Johnny.

(Lance whips the chain down at Kelli, forcing her to roll out of the way and spring to her feet. Kelli then ducks just in time for a chain swing to the face, clamping on and dragging Lance Winters to the ground with a double leg takedown!! Lance blocks her ground and pound and is able to buck her off quickly. He scrambles to his feet and goes for a chain shot to Kelli’s knee right as she’s driving a front kick to his chest. The chain wraps around her limb, and Lance then yanks her off her feet! He then starts dragging her towards the the end of the room with a sick grin on his face. Kelli tries the best she can to loosen up the chain, but he caught a perfect wrap. So instead she starts going for any furniture she can, anything to hold onto. It’s no use. Lance drags her all the way to the window. He then balls up his fist with the end of the long chain, and busts through the glass with a big right! The glass shatters, leaving the net, and firefighters in plain view as they boo Lance. He does a chain assisted bird, then looks down to Kelli.)

ALPINE: Kelli is moment’s away from getting eliminated! She better think of a way out quick!

RODZ: I think if she just pulled on his chain properly she could greatly loosen that load.

ALPINE: Okay...I’ll let that one slide as that is a possibility.

(Lance goes to unravel the chain, and that’s to his detriment as Kelli reaches up and hammers him with two hard hooks to the jaw! “OOHHH!!!”s from the audience as Lance holds his sore jaw, but still holds tight for that chain. Kelli immediately goes to loosen the chain on her knee, and succeeds right as Lance whips the chain! The steel links smash into another window, sending glass flying onto the street below. Kelli quickly leaps to her feet and catches Lance on the turn around with a super kick!! “OHHHH!!!”s from the crowd as he stumbles back, nearly falling out of the window if he hadn’t caught the ledge. That only brings Kelli to follow up with another, causing Lance to duck just in time! He then catches Kelli on the turn around with a jumping cutter, cracking her to the carpeted floor! Kelli’s hurt from the move, but woozily stumbles to her feet and launches a reverse roundhouse kick! The shot is slightly off the mark, only grazing Lance. Leaving Lance to drop a boot to her gut and pull her in a front chancery. However before Lance can drop her, Kelli secures a waist lock and drops him right through an office table with a northern lights release suplex!! “HOLY SHIT!!!” from the fans as Lance arches his back in pain and screams. Kelli then drops down for the pin on Lance, with Malik hobbling over for the pinfall.)

1...

2….

(Lance kicks out, refusing to go out like that. Kelli picks him up out of the wood pile and secures a front clinch on him with a big smile.)

ALPINE: Uh oh...Kelli’s got that plum locked on!

RODZ: Lance, protect your Superman-ish features!

(Kelli starts driving knees into the face and chest of Lance. Lance is able to block a couple shots, but still has the wind taken out of him from the suplex and is struggling to keep up with the barrage. Lance looks on the verge of tipping over by the tenth, but Kelli prevents that as she locks in a standing kimura lock!! The firemen outside, and the fans in the arena cheer as Kelli has her signature move locked on tight! Malik is hovering nearby, checking to see if Lance is ready to tap. As much pain as Lance is in, he uses that veteran caginess to his advantage. Since they’re five feet away from the window, Lance picks her up, backpedals a few steps, and then dumps her backward with a release northern lights suplex! Kelli goes flying off Lance and out of the empty window, falling back onto several firemen waiting to catch her. They check to see if she’s alright as the others who didn’t get to catch her boo Lance vehemently. We hear Lenne’s booming voice from the arena over the action.)

HARDT: Kelli Torres HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!

ALPINE: We have our first elimination of the night! Lance showed off those veteran instincts to dispose of one very game Kelli Torres!

RODZ: Yeah but look at his face, dayum!

(Lance raises his hands in victory, “WOOOOO!!!”ing at Kelli as she narrows her eyes at him. The result of those knees is apparent...a fully swollen up left eye and a fat bloody lip. Lance then stumbles over to the wood pile he was put through and pulls out his chain. He then slumps his sore body over to his bike, picks it up, and revs it. Apparently it still works, so Lance makes his way back to the staircase he came from. Up to the third floor he goes, stopping his bike right before he gets to the door. He takes a deep breath in, breathes out, then nods and busts through the door.)

THIRD FLOOR

(Lance goes to rev his engine loudly, but is severely distracted by the darkness of the floor. All windows are blacked out. Not a single fluorescent light is on. All there is to light the room is a row of candles leading down the main hallway. Lance revs his engine. Only to hear a…)

“SHHHHH….”

(Lance says “what the…” to himself before revving the engine again. This time he gets a loud…)

“SHHHHH!!!”

(Causing him to smile and want that voice to get angrier. He then loudly revs the engine with a couple “RRRR-RRR-RRR!!!”s, then waits for it. Nothing. Lance can’t help but laugh, which is just the distraction Aurora needs. She springboards over a cubicle wall, leaping off the edge and launching a tornado DDT on Lance Winters!! Lance flies off his bike, crashing skull first into the carpeted floor below. Her eyes having adjusted to the darkness reveals a battered face from Lance, bringing on a smile from Aurora as she realizes how damaged he is already. She picks up the woozy, banged up man and twists his wrist back, locking him for the Carpathian Cross! She drops him quickly on his busted up face, causing Lance to go into a kicking fit! Malik hobbles out of the stairwell and dives down as Aurora goes for the hook leg pin!!)

1….

2….

(And a last millisecond kick out! Aurora gives Malik a side glance, then looks down at the beaten vet and shakes her head.)

ALPINE: Aurora is finding out just how much of a tough son of a bitch Lance is. This guy already has a Rising Phoenix shot, but he isn’t about to lay down for Aurora!

RODZ: Well yeah. He only lays down for women in the bedroom.

ALPINE: Well I don’t think he has much of a choice, as Aurora is going for the EVP!

(Aurora sees how damaged he is and goes for the kill with the EVP! She locks in the choke tightly, anchoring down as Lance struggles in the move. He lets out a muffled scream, but haunches up his body weight. He screams again, this time picking up Aurora! He then drops her for a powerbomb, bringing on the “OHHHHH!!!”s of the crowd. One is not enough, he follows it up with another, crushing Aurora down on her spine! Regardless, she hangs on, refusing to let it go! Running out of options, Lance picks her up once more, this time for a running powerbomb! He aims for the cubicle wall in front of him, but Aurora is able to hurricanrana him from the position, knocking the two through the wall!! “HOLY SHIT!!!” chants from the audience as the cameraman swoops over to catch Aurora locked on Lance with a mounted variation of the EVP! She yanks on the back of his neck, digging her ankle into his carotid artery. Like a ‘real man’ he refuses to tap to the submission, instead going limp. Malik taps Aurora on the shoulder, getting her to release her crushing submission.)

HARDT: Lance Winters HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!

ALPINE: Lance came to fight, but the damage of the previous floor really took it’s toll on him. That’s something that every competitor will have to worry about as they progress the ladder.

RODZ: In three minutes he powerbombed the shit out of Aurora and refused to go out to a brutal choke. Lance is a motherfuckin’ G.

(Lance wakes up from the choke, not knowing where the hell he is. Malik guides him in the darkness back to his bike as a cringing Aurora makes her way to the elevator with a hand on her back. She presses the button, then uses that hand to bridge her body against the wall as as she massages her poor spine. After ten seconds the doors open, casting a metallic white light into the dark void. Aurora winces even harder to the bright light and steps in the elevator. She then presses the button for the fourth floor, and patiently waits for the door to close. ‘4’ by Aphex Twin plays over the speakers, causing Aurora to arch an eyebrow. The bell rings after five seconds, and those double doors open up.)

FOURTH FLOOR

WHAM!!!!

(Chris Andrew is ready for the person on the other side, and surprises Aurora with a big spinning roundhouse kick to the chin!! The shot sends Aurora lifting off her feet and smashing into the back of the elevator!! “OHHHH!!!”s fill the arena as Chris Andrew looks down at Aurora with a shocked, yet pleasant surprise look on his face.)

ALPINE: Andrew just FLOORED Aurora with that huge kick!

RODZ: Dammit kid stop staring at her headlights and finish the job!

(Chris then picks up Aurora and hooks her by her neck, going for the Dr. Pepper Special. However Aurora is able to push him off, smashing his face into the elevator wall! She then walks out of the elevator in a daze, feeling the effects of that surprise kick to the face. Chris comes charging at her from behind, but she throws a super kick in his direction to stop him. He grabs the kick and sweeps her leg! Aurora flops to the ground and Chris steps back, allowing Aurora to stand with him. She nods and does, and the two start trading down the side hallway. Aurora pushes him back with some stinging leg kicks, which he returns with a few jabs added. She catches a high kick from Chris and shoves him back into a water cooler! He trips over it and knocks it over, sending water gushing out across the office floor. Aurora doesn’t let up with a leaping corkscrew leg drop, causing Chris to roll around on the wet carpet in pain. She picks him up and hooks him by the head, then drops him with the To Be Named! Malik has finally made his way up to the fourth floor, and hobble-runs to Aurora, diving down for the count.)

1….

2….

(Kickout! Aurora gives Malik a where were you? look, to which he just shrugs and says “sorry”.)

ALPINE: Was it really the best option to have a one legged referee calling the Tower?

RODZ: He’s a retired war veteran Alpo! He lost his leg for his country! Have some respect!

ALPINE: Alright geez sorry.

RODZ: El oh el I’m just playin’ fucknuts. I could give a fuck less about the war. The war in the Tower is the only one that matters!

(Aurora pulls up Chris and locks him a side headlock. She runs for a bulldog, but Chris pushes her off, sending her crashing into an empty cubicle. She lands on a fake leather rolling chair in an awkward position, trying to get her posture right. Before she can land on her feet, Chris dives in with a big dropkick which sends the two crashing through the flimsy plywood wall! Fans are cheering hard as Chris follows up with a couple big punches. He then picks up Aurora out of the wreckage, then snap suplexes her into another cubicle wall, knocking it over! The wall collapses against the other cubicle space, forming a slant. Chris picks up Aurora and punches her several times, she fires back, he catches, then drops her against the slant with a headbutt! Chris goes down the small hall for some momentum, then comes running back. Aurora surprises him however with a flying bicycle kick, knocking him to the floor! “OHHHH!!!”s from the crowd as Chris ran right into that boot, feeling the throbbing on his forehead. Aurora doesn’t waste any time escalating the intersection of a 4 set cubicle space. As soon as Chris stands, Aurora dives off for a flying crossbody block. However Chris catches it with a stumble, regains his composure, and then dumps Aurora through the slanted wood bridge with a Spire Slam!! “HOLY SHIT!!”s from the crowd as Chris goes for the pinfall…)

1….

2….

(And a kickout! Chris nods with a clenched jaw, realizing he must step up his game.)

ALPINE: Chris just put Aurora through that makeshift table with that moonsault fallaway slam of his the Spire Slam! I think Chris is realizing he’s gonna have to dump all his tricks out on the table for this wrestling goddess.

RODZ: It’s Aurora. She is without question, without debate the most dominant athlete in the history of PW. If you don’t have a stolen mack truck to run her over with or an assault rifle to shoot her with, you’re pretty much fucked.

(Chris hammers a few fists down on Aurora for frustration, then takes her lead from earlier. He climbs over to the cubicle intersection Aurora dived off and takes that spot. He points to Aurora with both hands, then dives off the top with a Canyon Dive!! Aurora catches him off guard though with a set of double knees, sending his back bouncing off!! “OHHHH!!!”s from the crowd as Chris crawls on all fours wincing and holding his spine. Aurora uses this time to recover as she hangs off a cubicle wall for a breather. She watches as Chris works his way to a stand, leaving her to force herself into action. She runs at Chris from behind, leaps, hooks him by the back of the head, and swings back for a reverse DDT! “HOLY SHIT!!”s from the audience as the back of Chris’s head smacks into the floor! Aurora isn’t about to play with a dangerous adversary like this, and decides to lock on the EVP! Chris is caught in the small hallway between the cubicles, the stairwell exit just twenty feet away. Chris panics and tries to slither out, but that only makes the submission expert Aurora tighten the hold.)

ALPINE: Aurora has the EVP locked in! She isn’t about to waste any time on a fresh and dangerous Chris Andrew!

RODZ: This ain’t a wrestling match, it’s a deadly endurance contest. Aurora gets that.

(Chris pulls a page out of Lance Winters’s book and haunches up, locking his arms around Aurora’s waist. He then picks her up for a powerbomb, but instead of dropping her on the carpet he slams her back first into an empty cubicle, nearly knocking over the wall!! With her back awkwardly arched against the wall, Aurora fires off fist after fist to the stubborn head of Chris Andrew. Chris is about to go out to the hold, but sees a manilla office phone still plugged in. He doesn’t hesitate to take it and smash it over Aurora’s face, getting her to release the hold!! “OHHHH!!”s from the crowd as a small trickle forms down Aurora’s face. Chris crawls to the other side of the cubicle alongside the windows, doing his best to escape Aurora for a breather. He sits down, arms rested on his knees as his purple face returns to a natural shade. The camera switches to the other side, showing Aurora shaking off the bloody blow and pushing her way onto the cubicle desk. She peers over, seeing Chris Andrew trying to catch his breath. She narrows her eyes, and plans her move.)

ALPINE: I can understand Chris was nearly choked unconscious, but you don’t want to turn your back to Aurora!

RODZ: How are these dudes not rock hard after being put in that move?

ALPINE: Because they’re professionals and not dirty perverts like you?

RODZ: Good point.

(Aurora sneakily stands up on the office desk, dizzy as all hell but still ready to show Chris whats up. She places her hands on the top of the the cubicle wall, waiting for Chris to push to a stand. Just as he does, she does a short whistle variation of her ‘Hell Is Waiting’ theme song. She leaps over for a flying DDT, but Chris thinks on the fly and catches Aurora, monkey flipping her out of the window!! “HOLY SHIT!!!” rings out from the crowd as Aurora crashes through the glass and lands on the safety net below! Chris looks out the empty window with that same look he shared after flooring her with that kick in the elevator. Hardt gets on the mic in the arena.)

HARDT: Aurora HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!

ALPINE: Wow! What an amazing reversal! Chris Andrew outsmarted Aurora with that one, and now finds himself moving up to floor number 5!

RODZ: I’ll give Chris that, he did maneuver himself into a position to win. Enjoy your Rising Phoenix title shot, cuz’ ain’t no way in ‘Hell’ you’re gonna beat Aurora again!

(Chris has his hand raised by Malik, smirking down at the scowling Aurora as she peers up at him from the net. He then sorely walks away, wincing as he drag walks his way to the elevator. Malik follows with him, not about to be left behind like last time. Chris rings for the bell, with the door opening in a few seconds. The two walk onto the elevator, with Chris going for that fifth floor right away. ‘Five Magics’ by Megadeth plays in the background, leading Chris to rest his head back against the elevator as a hyped Malik describes his favorite points of the match. Chris nods with “uh uh”s, clearly just wanting some hot tea and a nap. The doors open, and the strange lighting alerts Chris right away. He steps off the elevator and looks around the place, wondering why the fluorescent lights are a deep blue.)

FIFTH FLOOR

(His opponent is not present among the jungle of cubicles. So he tries to get their attention.)

ANDREW: HEY!! LET’S FIGHT!!

(There’s nothing. However he does hear hooting. He looks over to his right to see Olly at the end of the hallway, perched on the stairwell ‘EXIT’ sign. He hoots a little more, fluttering his feathers and getting Chris’s attention. Knowing this could full well be a trap, Chris slowly walks towards the bird. His eyes dart to every cubicle as he goes by them. Every nook and cranny is inspected as he patrols forward, keeping an ear out for Masaru. With Masaru nowhere in sight, he approaches the bird. It’s clear to him now where Masaru is...right behind the stairwell door. He flings open the door with a cocked fist, expecting Masaru to come out swinging. No one there. Olly flies off, leaving Chris confused as to where his opponent is. Just as he walks back inside, Masaru crashes through the ventilation of the ceiling and lands on Chris Andrew! With him he has a chloroform rag, which he smothers Chris’s face with as he rides his back. Chris is out instantly! Masaru demands the befuddled Malik raise his arm three times. Malik does what he’s told, having no choice but to give the match to Masaru. Hardt informs the arena goers of the result.)

HARDT: Chris Andrew HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!

ALPINE: Masaru just took out Chris with a chloroform rag! Is that even legal!?

RODZ: It’s a fight in an abandoned telecom building on mushrooms. And it’s in New Jersey. I doubt any of this legal.

ALPINE: Well Masaru moves up to floor number six, having successfully defended his Gladiador Del HELL championship!

(Masaru whistles, calling Olly to him. Olly faithfully lands on his arm, and the two make their way to the elevator with Malik towing behind. Masaru pats the Gladiador Del HELL championship strapped against his waist, saying “defense number one” lightly. He presses the elevator button, steps on once the doors open, and presses button number six. He does it two more times, just to make sure the button works. ‘Six Directions Of Boxing’ by the Wu-Tang Clan plays in the background, getting Masaru to nod his head a little on the short ride up. The doors open, and before him is a layout he wasn’t expecting. All the office furniture and cubicles are pushed to the far side of the walls. The windows and opposite wall are closed off with furniture, leaving one wide open fighting space. Standing at the end of the office space is Nina Stokes, smiling and cracking her knuckles at Masaru. He smiles back, and sends Olly off to his exit perch. He then marches off the elevator with purpose, nearly giddy at the prospect of fighting with Nina.)

SIXTH FLOOR

ALPINE: Now here’s a creative woman! She used the abandoned furniture to close off the windows, meaning that if someone wants to eliminate her, they gotta fight her to do so!

RODZ: Well if she wants a fight, Masaru would be happy to oblige her.

(Masaru walks right into the fight with fire showing through his ‘twin towers’ contacts. Nina waves him on, wanting a fight. Just as Nina gets in a striking pose, Masaru unstraps his title, dangling it by his waist. Nina shoots a sudden teep kick his way, causing Masaru to duck and swing for Nina’s knee cap. She’s able to leap over the blow and catch Masaru with a hook to the jaw. Masaru backs off, but then swings spinning backfist style with the title, whipping Nina around her blocking arm! Since her gut is left unprotected, Masaru spins back with a mule kick to the gut, then drops her to the floor with a facebreaker DDT! “OHHHH!!!”s from the audience as Nina rolls over in pain. Masaru gets up and stands behind Nina in a hunch, Gladiador title cocked back. As soon as she stands Masaru runs for a back of the head shot, but Nina surprises him with a mule kick of her own to the gut, followed by a Fail Safe which knocks Masaru to the floor! Nina isn’t about to let Masaru stand and starts to rain down with stomps. Masaru blocks the best he can with the title, then rolls up to his feet to safety. It’s not for long as Nina catches him with a Reizero to the side of the face, however it’s only a graze! “OHHHH!!”s from the crowd as Maz shakes off the nearly decapitating blow and swings his title at Nina’s face. She sways, ducks, sways, then gets smart and kicks Masaru in his swinging hand, knocking the title out of his grasp!)

ALPINE: Masaru is now without his weapon and has one pissed off Nina Stokes to deal with!

RODZ: Pshh, like he needs a belt to fight. Nina’s about to get a facefull of feet!

(Masaru briefly looks over to his belt, then Nina with a calm “okay”. He then starts throwing some blistering combos her way, getting her to back up. She is able to block most of them, but it’s a funky oblique kick from Masaru which takes Nina off her game. She stumbles back, trying not to put too much weight on her damaged knee as Masaru stalks his target. He dives in for a low dropkick to the affected knee, but Nina jumps back just in time, then dives in on Masaru with a flying elbow to the face!! “OHHHH!!”s from the crowd as Nina gets into mount, leaving Masaru trying to scramble out. It’s no use as Nina locks her legs against Masaru’s body and starts pounding down with some forceful elbows. Masaru is forced to stop squirming and cover up, doing his best to block the barrage coming his way. With Masaru’s arm in clear view, Nina takes advantage of the opportunity and slaps on an armbar! Malik is right there by Masaru as he struggles to get out of the hold.)

ALPINE: Nina is a wizard with those armbars! Masaru better think of something quick or this woman won’t hesitate to break his arm!

RODZ: I don’t think that would stop Masaru. With these rules he’d fight as long as he’s still conscious.

(The fans cheer as Nina cranks back, causing Masaru to roll. He gets to a weird crouching position, unbuttons his black button up long sleeve shirt, and slips out of the submission! With Masaru bare chested we get a good look at the road map of scars covering his pale body. Nina tries to get to her feet but Masaru swings at her head for a Kill Shot! “WHOOOOAA!!!”s from the crowd as Nina narrowly head dodges the kick, then springs to her feet and comes forward at Masaru with a Tekken combo, pushing him back and forcing him on the defense! He blocks the best he can, but this unfortunately leads him into a situation where he’s in Nina’s clinch. She goes for some dirty boxing, but Masaru breaks loose of the clinch after a few punches, kicks her in the gut, then plants her on the carpet with a Snapping Underarm STO!! “OHHHH!!!”s from the crowd as Nina flops over on her neck, hurting from the shot. With Nina’s back facing him, Masaru can’t help but go for a crossface on Nina. He locks on the hold, leaving Nina screaming and Malik hovering nearby!)

ALPINE: Nina is caught in Masaru’s crossface, but it doesn’t look like he has the arm tight!

RODZ: Ain’t no time to be a lazy fuck Maz, Nina is legit!

(Nina’s sweaty arm allows her to slither out, causing Masaru to convert to a headlock as Nina gets to her feet. He goes for what looks like a bulldog, but before he can do that Nina starts pelting him with forearms to the liver! Masaru winces and releases, swings a forearm at Nina’s face, she sways, catches his arms, then cracks into Masaru’s face with the How The Mighty Fall!! “OHHHHH!!!”s from the audience as Masaru stumbles back in a daze, which also makes Nina a little dizzy herself. However not one to let an opportunity go to waste, she leaps on the dazed back of Masaru and takes him to the ground with the Quietus Redux! Nina cranks back on the hold, tugging on Masaru and painfully smashing in his nose with her forearm.)

ALPINE: Nina has that crossface chickenwing locked on TIGHT. Tight body scissor, grinding forearm across the face. Masaru has to be in a world of hurt!

RODZ: Knowing that sadomasochist freak he’s already cummed three times by now.

(Masaru’s hand hovers nearby Nina’s arm, teasing a tap as Malik lingers. Just as if it looks as if he may tap, he starts laughing maniacally. Nina arches her eyebrow at him, but grits her teeth and cranks on even harder. Within ten seconds Masaru passes out from the pain. Nina releases the wrenching hold and rolls over onto her side breathing heavily.)

HARDT: Masaru Inoue HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!

ALPINE: Masaru passed out to the Quietus Redux, making Nina Stokes the new Gladiador Del HELL Champion! Doesn’t anybody tap to submissions anymore!?

RODZ: Only if a bone is gonna get broken. Blood choke? Fuggedaboutit.

ALPINE: Nina Stokes moves onto the seventh floor, but not without a fight from the hardcore legend Masaru Inoue!

(Malik raises her hand from the floor, leading her to grab her sore forehead with the other. He hands her the Gladiador Del HELL title, to which she nods with a smile and throws it over her shoulder. She stands up with a painful groan, looks back at the passed out Masaru with Malik, then heads over to the elevator. She presses the button, breathes deeply when entering, and exhales once she presses button number seven. The doors close as an exhausted Nina looks over at her new title with a grin. However just as they close, Masaru sits up rigidly. He looks over to Malik, who looks a little shook at the rising dead nature of Masaru. He takes the pissed off look in his eyes as a cue to leave, and he does just that as he takes the stairwell up to the seventh floor. Masaru doesn’t see his title where he left it, grimaces, and walks over to the stairwell.

Meanwhile Nina rests back for a fifteen second breather, listening to ‘Seven Nation Army’ by The White Stripes on her way up. The doors open, and what she sees before her is an office covered with heavy duty black lights. Jarren Benton plays loudly in the background, the bass drowning out the elevator music. Nina sighs deeply and nods, knowing the tough fight she’s in for.)

SEVENTH FLOOR

(Nina steps into the blacklit area, taking a look around her surroundings. Scrawled on the walls with neon paint is ‘THIS BITCH IS MINE’, ‘I WILL FUCK U UP’, and ‘SUCK MY DINGO’ to name a few. She looks around for Frisky, no sign.)

NINA: Frisky it’s me. Step on out and let’s fight!

(In response Nina sees a rolling chair go flying across the back end of the room. Nina looks in that direction, giving a neon green hoodie wearing Frisky an opportunity to pounce. She knee rides a rolling chair at Nina, getting her to see her from down the hall. Nina smirks and prepares to kick the chair, or Frisky for that matter. Just as Frisky is close enough she knee propels the chair into Nina, getting her to catch the back end. This allows Frisky the opportunity to spring off the chair and land a hurricanrana, knocking Nina over by the stairwell!! “OHHHH!!!”s from the crowd as the Gladiador Del HELL title flies off of her and Frisky approaches. However she stops in her tracks once Masaru boots the door open. First thing he does is spray Frisky in the eyes with a mouthful of green mist, incapacitating her! Malik screams at Masaru, but it’s to no avail as the man is on a mission.)

ALPINE: What the hell is this lunatic doing!? He was eliminated, go home!

RODZ: Not until he gets what’s his.

(Masaru has the chloroform rag he put Chris Andrew under with, and approaches with a grit tooth grin as the sore Nina stumbles to her feet. He proceeds to cover her mouth with the chloroform rag, causing Nina’s eyes to widen. She goes to struggle, but quickly drops to the floor. Masaru then looks over to her side, sees his Gladiador Del HELL title, and snatches it off the ground and up on his shoulder. Malik screams at him, but Masaru pays him no attention as he walks right by him. He then goes through the stairwell exit with Olly joining him off the stairwell on the walk down. Frisky takes off her bright neon hoodie and uses it to wipe the green gunk from her eyes. Once she sees Nina out cold on the carpet, she shrugs her shoulders and goes for a golden opportunity.)

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HARDT: Nina Stokes HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!

ALPINE: WHAT THE HELL MASARU!? Nina just got screwed out of her match with Frisky, and now just got her title stolen?!

RODZ: First off, Masaru made Nina pass out, that makes him the new champion. Check the rules Alpo. Second, Frisky gets an easy win here and an easy title shot. Third, you chug dick.

ALPINE: I do not, stop it.

(Frisky mouths “sorry” down at the down and out Nina, then makes her way for the elevator. She presses the button, waits for the doors to open, then steps on and presses button number ‘eight’. ‘Eight Days A Week’ by the Beatles plays in the background as the doors close. She smiles to herself, knowing she got an easy win. That smile drops once she hears the ding, not knowing what monster awaits her. The doors open to reveal a fairly ordinary looking office. She steps out of the doors and onto the eighth floor.)

EIGHTH FLOOR

(She looks around for her opposition, which isn’t in plain sight. Frisky sighs, says “figures”, and steps forward.)

FRISKY: HELLO? Can we fight or whatever?

VOICE: Welcome Frisky!

(Coming out from the end of the hallway is Mandi Andrew with a big smile on her face. In her hands is a platter of brownies on a silver tray. She walks swiftly but carefully towards Frisky who has a total ‘WTF’ look on her face.)

MANDI: Hi Frisky! It’s a pleasure to get the chance to wrestle you. I know these things can be kinda hostile, so I figured I’d give us a little incentive to having a good, clean match.

(Mandi presents the tray forward.)

MANDI: They’re fudge brownies. I baked them myself last night.

(Frisky is still a little weirded out about the kindness, but nonetheless takes a brownie off the tray. Questions start rolling through her head though before she can even take the first bite.)

FRISKY: Hold up...they the good kind?

(Mandi looks confused.)

MANDI: The good kind? I think so. I followed the Betty Crocker recipe.

(Frisky chuckles and shakes her head. She goes to pop the first bite in her mouth, but starts to have flashbacks on what happened to Chris Andrew.)

FRISKY: Wait a minute. I know what you’re up to.

(Frisky drops the brownie on the ground and flips the tray out of Mandi’s hands. She looks shocked.)

FRISKY: If you think I’m just gonna pass out to your sleep medicine loaded brownies, you’re sadly mistaken.

MANDI: I DIDN’T HAVE ANY CRUEL INTENTIONS YOU BITCH!

(Mandi catches Frisky off guard with a low dropkick to the knee, dropping her down. Mandi starts peppering down some rabbit punches, causing Frisky to fight back. She picks up Mandi and rams her into the nearest cubicle wall with a running spinebuster! “OHHHH!!”s from the crowd as the two topple through the barrier. Frisky is on top trying her best to get in some ground and pound, but Mandi is quick to shoot her off with her powerful legs. Mandi comes to a stand and is bombarded with some open palm blows from Frisky, getting Mandi to back up and block. Mandi then drives a kick to the knee of Frisky, knocking her down to one knee before grabbing her by the head and planting her head into the carpet with a sitout facebuster! “OHHHHH!!”s from the crowd as Mandi yanks Frisky up to her feet, smashes her with a european uppercut, then irish whips her through a nearby wall! “OHHHH!!”s from the crowd as Frisky crashes through the plywood barrier, struggling to dig herself out. Mandi races at her target full speed, then leaps and sentons over Frisky’s ribs, keeping her from standing up in a chest grabbing fit! The fans are cheering for Mandi as she pulls Frisky up with motivation.)

ALPINE: I have never seen Mandi this angry! She’s usually such a sweetheart!

RODZ: Dissing a woman’s cooking is key grounds for getting your shit fucked up.

(Mandi then irish whips Frisky to the end of the hallway, only for Frisky to reverse the irish whip. Frisky aims for a window, but a nervous Mandi puts the brakes on, changes directions, and tosses Frisky down the hallway. Not to be outdone, Frisky reverses the irish whip and sends Mandi crashing through the conference room window!! “HOLY SHIT!!” erupts from the audience as Mandi finds herself tangled in the blinds. Frisky sees her incapacitated and smiles. She goes in through the conference room door, looks at the mega long pine conference desk, and decides to use it as a springboard. With a good run she springs off the table with a big forearm to Mandi’s face!! “OHHHH!!!”s from the crowd as the shot hits Mandi hard, but also loosens up her entanglement in the blinds. Frisky helps her out by dragging her out of the blinds and to her feet. She then takes the back of her head and slams her face into the desk, getting “OHHHH!!!”s from the crowd as Mandi backs up with birdies circling her head. Frisky then tosses Mandi onto the desk and hops up with her. She hooks Mandi for what looks like a powerbomb, but Mandi kicks her feet. Frisky lifts again, Mandi kicks again. Mandi then releases a scream and lifts up, throwing Frisky off of her with a back body drop! Frisky crashes through another conference window, her legs left dangling out of the window sill!! “HOLY SHIT!!”s from the fans as Mandi sits indian style and clears out the cobwebs.)

ALPINE: Frisky was getting her lumps in, but it looks like Mandi Andrew is back in the driver’s seat with that big back body drop!

RODZ: That’s some hard pine she got her face smashed into though. You can already see the goose egg on her forehead forming.

(Mandi takes a moment to breathe hard and wince, but once she sees Frisky stirring she’s back on it. Mandi stands to her feet, eying Frisky as she prys herself out of the white blinds. She walks to the end of the desk, takes a deep breath, then runs and dives out of the open window with a big legdrop!! “OHHHHH!!!”s from the fans as Mandi quickly covers for the pin!!)

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(And a kickout! Mandi knows she has Frisky close, so she yanks her up by her feet, then drops her with a sitout facebuster on the glass covered carpet! “OHHHHH!!!”s from the audience as Frisky flops over on her back, her forearms embedded with tiny shards of glass. She winces in pain as Mandi goes back to the conference room and hops up on the table again. She walks to the far end, smiles, then runs and dives for the Down In Flames! Having absorbed most of the damage from the facebuster on her forearms, Frisky still has enough juice to pop to her feet. She leaps in the air right in time, catching Mandi Andrew with a flying Spanish Inquisition!! “HOLY SHIT!!!”s ring out from the crowd as Frisky goes right for the hook leg pin!!)

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HARDT: Mandi Andrew HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!

RODZ: Alpo, I’ll admit I didn’t think Mandi stood a chance in this match. She proved me wrong and proved she is one tough cookie!

ALPINE: No doubt about that. Mandi showed the instincts of a champion tonight.

RODZ: Speaking of champions, Frisky has just earned herself a Rebirth title shot at any time with two wins in a row! Fuck yeah Frisky!

ALPINE: Truly a rare feat, congratulations Frisky.

(A worn out Frisky has her hand raised by Malik, then makes her way over to the elevator. On her walk over she pries small bits of glass from her forearm, only stopping to ring the bell to the elevator. The door opens, she steps on, then Malik steps on. She hits the number ‘9’ button, then rests back for a brief break as ‘Nine In The Afternoon’ by Panic! At the Disco plays in the background. The doors open, and Frisky steps out onto the ninth floor. Which from the looks of it is the cafeteria.)

NINTH FLOOR

(Frisky looks out at the table and chair laden floor. The moon shines brightly through the windows, casting a pale blue light on the vending machine lined wall. Sitting on top of a junk food vending machine at the end is Anastasia Starling. She’s thumbing through her phone with her earbuds plugged in. A snack size bag of Fritos is in her free palm, choosing to bag dump chewable portions of the bag into her mouth. She giggles at an amusing article, which only makes Frisky angry.)

FRISKY: YO!!

(Frisky’s distinct voice cuts through the earbuds, causing Anastasia to yank out the earbuds and look over.)

ANASTASIA: YAY COMPETITION!

(Anastasia dumps the remainder of chips into her mouth, crunches and swallows, then sets the bag and her phone to the side. She drops off the top of the vending machine, smacking her hands together with a big smile. She then leaps on the first cafeteria table and starts table running towards Frisky! Effortlessly she leaps from table to table, launching at Frisky with a corkscrew dropkick! Frisky luckily bats away the kick and hooks Anastasia in a headlock. She then slings back for a suplex only for Anastasia to twist out, land behind her, then put her through a table with a snap hurricanrana on the turn around!! “OHHHHHH!!!”s from the audience as Frisky quickly digs her way out, but Anastasia is on her with a one handed swinging neckbreaker! Frisky however pushes right out of it, slaps Anastasia hard to the “OHHHH!!”s of the audience, then follows up with a triangle arm drag! Anastasia lands on the carpet but quickly shows off her double jointed nature by slipping right out of the hold. She leaps up for a mushroom stomp but Frisky rolls out of the way and pushes to her feet. Frisky then comes in with a boot to the gut, followed by some hard palms to the side of Anastasia’s head. She covers up as Frisky backs her up to a coffee machine. Before Anastasia can roll out of the pocket, Frisky grabs her by the back of her head and slams it into the coffee machine twice! The shot dazes Anastasia, allowing Frisky to backup a little.)

ALPINE: Frisky is finding out that submissions will just not work on Anastasia. Her flexibility knows no bounds.

RODZ: Dammit Alpo I’m trying to be professional and not get hard, shut the fuck up about her flexibility.

(Frisky runs in for a back elbow, but Anastasia moves just in time allowing Frisky to put her elbow through the glass! She screams “SHIT!!” as Anastasia follows up by landing some forearms to Frisky’s face, then snapmaring her to the carpet. With a seated chair sprawled into her path, Anastasia makes the most of it by springing off it and landing a moonsault on Frisky!! The crowd “OHHHH!!!”s as Anastasia refuses to pin, instead picking up Frisky for more punishment. She tosses Frisky onto an empty table, landing a few forearms to keep her grounded. She then hops on adjacent table and leaps up, looking over at Frisky four feet away. She then leaps over for a mushroom stomp, only for Frisky to roll off the table and leave Anastasia crushing through the wood! On the way down she smacks her head on the top of a seated chair, which knocks her back on her ass! Frisky rolls over to her side to check her throbbing elbow. Once she looks at the backside she sees a fairly large cut from putting her arm through the vending machine. Not to mention the small trails of blood left over from the broken glass conference room extravaganza.)

ALPINE: Frisky is keeping up with Anastasia but that cut does NOT look good. She should be seeking medical attention immediately.

RODZ: Fuck that, she’s got a Tower to climb!

ALPINE: Blood loss will lead to her passing out!

RODZ: SHE AIN’T GOT TIME TO BLEED!!

(Frisky moves to her feet and goes up to Malik, demanding he hand her his shirt. He shakes his head no, saying he is the officiator and he needs that shirt. Frisky continues to hassle him, finally leading to Malik taking off his shirt so Frisky can tourniquet the would. Problem is Anastasia is recovering during that period and perching right in front of that seated chair that took her out. Frisky wraps the shirt tightly around the blood covered arm, gritting her teeth as she applies pressure. Anastasia gives her just enough time to regain her composure, then she dives up and over Frisky with a springboard big top blockbuster!! “OHHHH!!!!”s from the crowd as Anastasia slams Frisky’s face into the carpet, then quickly goes for the pinfall!!)

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(Frisky finds a way to kick out. Anastasia figured this would be the case and yanks up Frisky to her feet. She then locks on the Merovingian Crucifix, stretching Frisky in her standing submission! A shirtless Malik checks on Frisky who isn’t too keen on having her bloody elbow wrenched on. So she starts running backward down the main hallway, then dives to the side, putting Anastasia through a table with a samoan drop! “HOLY SHIT!!!”s from the fans as Anastasia loosens her hold, allowing Frisky to get a breather next to her.)

ALPINE: Anastasia had her Merovingian Crucifix locked in, but Frisky wasn’t about to go out like that!

RODZ: What she lacks in technical workrate and submissions she makes up for in her ability to counter any move on the face of the planet.

(Frisky isn’t about to waste her time on a dangerous opponent like Anastasia, so she grabs her in a headlock and takes her over to the windows. On the walk over Anastasia knows her fate and starts fighting back with forearms to the kidney. Frisky blocks them out and grabs Anastasia by the wrist and irish whips her into the window! The crowd gasps as Anastasia lands a foot on the window frame, springs off, and hits Frisky with a springboard moonsault! Frisky hurts but she pushes up, only to get arm dragged through a table as the two make their way back to the vending area! Frisky pushes up one more time in a daze and gets a whipping hurricanrana than sends her flopping onto a table! Anastasia acts quickly with a jumping pull up onto the Coca Cola vending machine. Not wasting any time, she flies off with the Songbird’s Flight on Frisky through the table!!! “HOLY SHIT!!!” rings out through the crowd, accompanied with some loud “TWEET!!”s. Anastasia goes for the pinfall!!)

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HARDT: Frisky D. HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!

ALPINE: We’re down to the final two in the contest! Anastasia will get the match she’s always wanted against Cassius Reed as she moves up to the penthouse!

RODZ: Yeah but not without getting her ass kicked by Frisky D. Her spine and forehead has to be throbbing from all that lumber.

(Anastasia has her hand raised by Malik, who then goes to check on Frisky D. Anastasia takes a deep breath and makes her way to the elevator, hearing “TOO TWEET!!!” ringing in the background. However once she steps on the elevator, ‘You Suck’ by Pour Habit is all she hears, causing her to scowl. She presses floor ‘TEN’, and impatiently waves her hand for the elevator to hurry up as she doesn’t want to hear Cassius’ theme. Finally those double doors open, and Anastasia steps out on the marble tile laden floor.)

PENTHOUSE

(Cassius is standing there in his ring gear holding a wine glass as he scolds Oz Oxford Jr. over something trivial. That’s when he looks over to notice Anastasia Starling. His serious look goes to comical quick.)

CASSIUS: HAHA!! Look what the cat dragged in. Ya know what, I honestly didn’t think you had it in you to meet me up here.

ANASTASIA: You thought wrong.

CASSIUS: Well, I hope you prepared to lose to me. AGAIN. Because you ain’t royalty and never will be.

(Anastasia goes to reply but Cassius catches her off guard with a glass of wine to the face!! Before she can react Cassius rears back with a big Pimp Slap that knocks Anastasia to the ground. She tries to push up but he push kicks her in the face disgracefully, keep her down.)

CASSIUS: The fuck you think you are.

(Cassius pushes with force, knocking her back into a glass coffee table.)

CASSIUS: You aren’t even worthy to kiss my feet.

(Cassius push kicks her face against the glass table, making her loudly go “OWWW!!” The fans are booing hard at this point.)

CASSIUS: After this beatdown, I want you to realize something…

(Cassius slips her up to his waist for a powerbomb, and picks her up for the drop.)

CASSIUS: You ain’t on my level.

(Anastasia smiles and uses that leg strength of hers, putting Cassius fro first through the table with a hurricanrana reversal! “HOLY SHIT!!!”s from the audience as Anastasia picks herself up, taking a moment to wipe the wine out of her eyes. Cassius goes to pick himself up, but Anastasia keeps him grounded with a mushroom stomp onto the broken glass!! “OHHHH!!”s from the crowd as Cassius rolls over on the crunchy glass, leading Anastasia to get a good look at her surroundings. On the walls are Warholesque paintings of Cassius Reed. On the ground is exotic furniture and plants. And in the back of the room is a cage where two male tigers pace back and forth. Anastasia shakes her head to the tigers, then does a huge eye roll once she sees the Cassius statue in the center of the room. She then looks over to the dizzy Cassius standing.)

ANASTASIA: Could you be any more full of yourself!?

(She then runs and springboards over the couch, looking to go for a cannonball. However Cassius stops her in her tracks with a big Southpaw to the back, sending her flopping onto the black leather couch!! “OHHHHHH!!”s from the crowd as he follows up with a big elbow drop onto the couch, and another, then a diving fist drop onto Anastasia! Boos pour out for the champ as he picks up the dazed Anastasia, then drops her back to the marble tile with a big Spanish Archer! The blow opens up a cut open on Ana’s face, bringing on the hate of the crowd! He then grabs a handful of hair and yanks up on Anastasia’s scalp. He then drags her across the floor, heading for the tiger cage in the corner.)

ALPINE: Please. Please do not tell me this maniac plans on feeding Anastasia to a tiger!

RODZ: Well it makes sense.

ALPINE: What about an act of murder makes any sense!?

RODZ: Kittie cats love birdies!

(Fans are freaking out in the arena and outside the tower at the prospect of Ana getting eaten by a tiger. He stops just short of the cage, and yanks up Anastasia’s bleeding forehead to a portrait of himself dressed like a roman king.)

CASSIUS: I’m the king of Phoenix! What does the king do? Feed the unworthy to his pets.

(Cassius brings the bleeding Anastasia close to the cage, bringing the tigers closer as they smell blood. But Oz is quick to do what is right and push back Cassius. Cassius simply laughs, knowing Oz is not a threat.)

CASSIUS: You really think I’d kill Anastasia? You a damn fool.

(Cassius goes to bring Anastasia away from the cage, but she reaches up and pulls down his fro. She then kicks him in the face with a high kick, getting him to loosen his grip! She quickly flies back with a pele’ kick, cracking him in the face!! “OHHHH!!”s from the crowd as she takes a few steps back, then lands a Our lady Peace on Cassius’s chin! Another set of “OHHH!!”s as Cassius drops on all fours to the tile. Anastasia waits for him to stand, then springs off a decorative barrel for a flying reverse headscissors! “OHHHH!!!”s as Cassius flies towards the statue of himself, nearly knocking it over with his momentum. Since she didn’t take him down with the first attempt, Anastasia does another spring off the barrel, this time going for a cannonball! However Cassius catches her in powerbomb formation, smashes her back into the statue, then spikes her on the back of her neck with a powerbomb on the tile!! “HOLY SHIT!!” from the fans as Ana arches her back in horrendous pain. The floor where she hit has caved a little, causing it to creak badly when Cassius picks her up off the ground.)

ALPINE: What a harsh powerbomb from Cassius! I’m starting to think that statue is a little too heavy for the floor it’s placed on!

RODZ: Yeah, floors aren’t supposed to give way from powerbombs on 120 pound women.

(Since Cassius has her seriously hurt, he scoops her on his shoulders and walks over to the windows. Fans boo him heavily as he holds the bloody Anastasia over his head.)

CASSIUS: Bye bye birdie!

(Cassius then tosses Anastasia out of the window to pure shock from the crowd!! Hands cover mouths and eyes are wide open to Ana getting thrown out. Cassius doesn’t even bother looking down at his opposition, he simply walks over to Oz.)

CASSIUS: Get my robe, it’s a bit nippy outside.

(What he might’ve wanted to pay attention to is Anastasia catching herself on the flagpole adjacent to the eighth floor, and steadily climbing to a stand on the pole!! “TOO TWEET!!!” fills the night air, getting Cassius to look back at the commotion outside of the window. He then shrugs, figuring the fans were just chanting for the effort put forth by their fallen hero. Oz slips him into his robe, and he’s prepared to leave for the elevator. He presses the button, but hears a voice behind him..)

ANASTASIA: I’m not finished.

ALPINE: How in the heck did Ana survive that fall!?

RODZ: Please. She’s been taking bumps bigger than that since she was five. Carnies are a whole other type of crazy.

(Cassius mouths “motherfucker”, and runs at Anastasia with a raised fist. She times a drop toe hold just right, sending Cassius’s face smashing into the statue in the center of the floor! She then follows up with a jawbreaker-DDT combo, leaving the patch around the statue caving in badly!! A sick smirk forms on her face, and the exhausted and bloody Ana acts as quickly as she can. She picks up Cassius, positions him over the patch, then frankensteiners him skull first through the patch in the ground!! “HOLY SHIT!!” is deafening all around as Cassius tumbles fifteen feet below, crashing through a cafeteria table!! With the statue leaning dangerously her way, Anastasia acts quickly. Oz begs her not to do it, but she can’t help it. She dives through the hole in the floor and lands the Sturnidae on Cassius Reed on the wreckage below!!)

ALPINE: GOOOOOOOD GOD ANASTASIA JUST PLANTED CASSIUS!!

RODZ: She’s hardcore! She’s hardcore!

(Oz looks through the hole in the floor to see Ana covering Cassius, and he starts slapping on the tile!)

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HARDT: Your winner of the match….AND NEW PW REBIRTH CHAMPION….ANASTASIA STARLING!!!

WINNER: Anastasia Starling(c) via PINFALL @ 47 minutes, 18 seconds.

ALPINE: ANASTASIA HAS DONE IT!!! WE HAVE A NEW REBIRTH CHAMPION!!

RODZ: All good things must come to an end. You represented us well King Cass.

(The chants for Ana are deafening, inside and outside the arena as she rolls off of Cassius all bloody and breathing heavy. She looks up to see the statue leaning dangerously close to the ledge, so she uses up what strength she has to drag Cassius out of the wreckage. She struggles with his dead weight, but pulls him out just in time! The statue comes crashing down through the floor five feet away from them, and continues to crash it’s way through floors on the way down!! “HOLY SHIT!!!”s from the crowd as Anastasia breathes a sigh of relief, then pushes off the face of Cassius to make her way to a seated folding chair. She plops down, staring down at Cassius’s lightly stirring body. Then she hears an elevator ‘DING!’ behind her. Oz runs out of the elevator with the Rebirth Championship, and frantically makes her way over to Anastasia and Cassius.)

OZ: Are you alright!?

(Anastasia takes the title away from him and cradles it in her arms.)

ANASTASIA: I am now.

(Anastasia embraces the championship and sheds tears of joy as she finally gets to hold the gold. “TOO TWEET CLAP CLAP!!!” fills the city streets below.)

ALPINE: Thank you for joining us folks, but we’re out of time!! I’m Freddy, he’s Johnny, and we’ll see ya on March 27th for Redemption 120!!

(The shot fades out to a joyous Anastasia having her hand raised by Oz. PW logo 2018.)