Redemption 121

[Slaine Rodrick]

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Airing LIVE on Evolve Network April 10th @ 7pm PST

Redemption 121

April 10th, 2018

Bojangles' Coliseum

Charlotte, North Carolina

***ON AIR***

(A sign that reads Freedom Park is shown as the camera slowly fades in. Phoenix Wrestling talent, Nina Stokes, walks by the sign maybe ten seconds later. The camera begins to focus on her as she continues strolling. Soon enough, Nina becomes aware of the camera’s presence.)

NINA STOKES: Hey, hey. What’s going on peeps? Nina Stokes here, obviously. I got into Charlotte a little bit early. So, I decided to take in a few of the city’s sights, you know? And what better place is there than Freedom Park? Hmm?

(The sound of a couple of birds can be heard.)

NINA STOKES: It’s pretty peaceful out here, believe it or not. I figured the place would be bustling with people. But there aren’t that many here today, which is fine with me. The lack of people has given me the chance to think and reflect.

(There’s a small pause before she begins.)

NINA STOKES: You know, I was super excited for the Tower of Destiny. The Phoenix marketing team did a great job in hyping it up and building suspense. Now with a crazy match such as that, everyone is going to have a different motivation. What was my goal? Sure, I wanted to make it to the top and fight Cassius; he’s the man. But my true motivation? My motivation was to go out there and shine as bright as a diamond…

(Her voice trails off a bit. She stays quiet for a few seconds before she begins.)

NINA STOKES: I think I’ve been in Phoenix long enough for you all to know that I’m pretty much an open book. I told you all that I signed to Phoenix because I had unfinished business from Boats N’ Throws, and that’s the truth. I’ve been in a couple of battle royals in my day; I seem to do fairly well at them, even though I’ve never won one. Boats N’ Throws? That was my chance to win, to succeed. I was this close to winning—but I wasn’t able to. And while it isn’t something I obsess over, it is a sticking point to me. I felt that I could have did better back then. I truly felt that I could have won. And feeling and knowing all of that? Well, that’s why I’ve been fighting as hard as I can each match. That’s also why I was excited about the Tower of Destiny. It offered a chance of reclamation, and I intended to seize it.

(Nina pauses to take a breath or two.)

NINA STOKES: A lot of crazy shit happened in that tower. And for obvious reasons, I can’t say that I fully seized that reclamation. However, I did steal a little bit of redemption away for myself when I beat Masaru and became the Gladiador Del HELL.

(She pauses for two seconds. Her demeanor becomes a bit more serious.)

NINA STOKES: It’s crazy Masaru. I had respect for you before I entered Phoenix, I really did. I had a list of people that I wanted to face; you were near the top. And I assumed because of the competitor that I am, because of the competition that you are, that said match would be nice and clean when it happened.

NINA STOKES: But, you wanted to get grimy…

(A small smirk appeared on her face.)

NINA STOKES: Don’t let my cute hair and sexiness fool you, Masaru—I can get grimy and do dirt with the best of them. You’ll going to find that out the hard way tonight, brother. My goal? It’s to leave tonight with MY championship belt and towel soaked with your blood.

(She nodded her head.)

NINA STOKES: You need to face the facts, Masaru. Whether you like it or not, whether you respect it or not, I am the Gladiador Del HELL. I defeated El Macaw and Darragh O’Connor. My reign? It’s legit, championship belt or not. But make no mistake about it, I’m coming for what’s mine tonight. And you can bet your ass that there won’t be any shortcuts to take, Masaru.

(Nina’s trekking has lead her to a body of water within Freedom Park. Despite the recent weather, the water appeared to be as clear as a crystal. Nina gazes at it a moment before she returns her attention back towards the camera.)

NINA STOKES: And of course, there’s Miedo. Don’t think that I’ve forgotten about you; there’s no way that I could. In many ways, you are one of the figure-heads of HELL. Everyone knows your name; and most people fear you. And while I understand and acknowledge what you’ve done in HELL, I don’t have the luxury of fear, my mans. I’m going to bring same fight to you as I bring to Masaru. Hopefully you can appreciate that.

(Her eyes gravitate back towards the water.)

NINA STOKES: Such a pretty sight.

(After the visual of Nina’s determined face fades, we go to the concerned face of one Hirooki Rajin. He looks around frantically, seemingly waiting for an attack. He tries to calm down with deep breaths, slowly relaxing. That is until Richard Roque comes from behind and places his hands on Hirooki’s shoulders. Hirooki jumps from the grab, then scampers off to a corner, shielding his face and body Screech style as he looks away.)

RAJIN: IF YOU’RE GONNA DO IT, PLEASE DO IT QUICK!!

(Roque puts on his best soothing smooth jazz DJ voice and approaches Rajin softly.)

ROQUE: Buddy, it’s alright, just calm down…

(With the tone not sounding anything like a thug from Mason’s Pulpit, Hirooki cautiously opens his eyes and lowers his guard.)

RAJIN: RIchard?

ROQUE: It’s okay Hirooki, I won’t hurt you. Why are you so scared?

(Rajin’s eyes widen in shock and outrage.)

RAJIN: DID YOU SEE WHAT MASON DID TO ME LAST REDEMPTION!?!

ROQUE: I was there Hirooki. And I know you have your concerns when it comes to Mason and his Pulpit. I just want to put your mind at ease before our match.

RAJIN: He’s insane Richard!! He’s not done with me!!

ROQUE: Well if he wants to bring his jerk face down to the ring, he can. Just know if that crazy freak tries anything, I’ll take care of him.

(Rajin tenses up a little less, fully lowering his guard.)

RAJIN: You got my back?

ROQUE: I got your back buddy! Extinguishing evil has always been my calling in life. Not my chosen path, but if it’s God’s will, so be it!

(Roque holds up his hand, leaving it lingering in the air as he waits for Hirooki to react. Finally Hirooki realizes this guy wants a high five and he leaps up, slapping Richard’s hand. Richard then pats him on the back before we cut to the announce booth.)

ALPINE: Richard tried to put Hirooki at ease, but he’s incredibly concerned for his wellbeing. Rightfully so if Mason’s Pulpit is targeting him.

RODZ: That’s why you don’t dump a half a ton of garbage on a psychopath with a group of escaped mental patients for a stable.

ALPINE: He was just getting revenge for Mason punking him backstage!

RODZ: He’s Hirooki Rajin. He needs to know he’s a bum’s meal. Tomato can, ham and egg sandwich with a little curtain jerk on the side.

ALPINE: Last I checked he’s a human being. And he faces off against the returning Richard Roque, next!

Richard Roque vs. Hirooki Rajin

(Despite their peptalk backstage, Hirooki looked shaken up and not able to focus on the match. Richard tried to talk him out of his worrying, but all this led to was the crowd booing. Not wanting to disappoint them in his first singles’ match back, Richard said “I’m sorry” to Hirooki before flooring him with a lariat. He followed this up with several lariats, forcing a dizzy Hirooki to a corner. Hirooki tried to run out of the match but Richard grabbed onto his tights and pulled him in. Hirooki tried to back elbow out but this allowed RIchard to duck and spin to the front for a bearhug! He held Hirooki tight in the center of the ring, crushing down on his ribs as ref Malik Demitrious waited for the eventual tapout.

While he was concerned on the tapout, the crowd started booing. Emerging from the jeering humanity was Mason Daniels and his Pulpit in full effect. They stormed over the barricade, leaving a wide eyed Hirooki to see them and go into a frantic flailing fit. By the time Richard released the bear hug, it was too late. Asger and Azazel double grabbed Hirooki by the throat, hold him in the air for ten seconds, then threw him across the ring with a double team running chokeslam! Jade leapt onto Richard’s back and attempted to choke him out. Richard, still fresh was easily able to snapmare her off. This brought in Mason though with a running fork jab to the head! Finally Malik called for the bell as Mason started jabbing the fork into Richard’s forehead.)

RESULT: NO CONTEST @ 2 minutes, 13 seconds.

RODZ: So Hirooki WAS right to be frightened out of his mind! You should know it takes more than 275 pounds of HGH to stop a meth addicted manslaughterer like Mason!

ALPINE: I don’t think it’s HGH, RIchard says he’s all natural. But honestly, you can’t blame a guy for trying. Richard is such a sweetheart.

RODZ: Yeah well he needs to stop being a pin cushion because Mason is pricking the crap out of him!

(Richard crumbles to the mat as Mason crawls over top of him, lifting his bloody head up by the back of the neck. He gets ready to stab down with his fork when something stops him. Seth Black walks onto the stage and security rushes down towards the ring.)

Seth Black: Get down there and stop this NOW!!

(Mason and his friends quickly leave the ring and hop over the baricade, making their way through the crowd and onto one of the main walkways in the arena. A spotlight shines down on him and his friends as he looks down on the chaos that he had just caused. Roque slowly gets to his feet with the help of security. As he does, Mason begins to shout, some of the microphones placed around the arena echoing his voice through the PA.)

Mason Daniels: You want to stick you nose in my damn business. You want to stop me from getting my fucking revenge; fine then Roque. You wanted my attention, so now you have it. I want to teach you a lesson; I want you in a Hardcore Match at Tempest. Do you accept?

(Richard goes to respond but is cut off.)

Seth Black: Richard, I beg of you. Don't do it. This is not the type of man that you want to face in a Hardcore Match. You haven't seen what he is capable of.

(Richard signals for a micrphone and gets handed one.)

Richard Roque: I don't shy away from men like Mason Daniels. You want a match Mason, fine, you got your match. You and me, no holds barred.

(Mason smiles slightly as he begins to laugh with the members of the Pulpit before disappearing through the crowd. From the insanity of Mason’s Pulpit we go to the locker room of Fin-Nisher and Twin-Nisher. Fin is excitedly doing jumping jacks as Twin nods to the beats blaring over his headphones.)

FIN: I’M IN THE WORLD CUP !! I AM GREAT WRESTLER !!

(Twin takes off his oversized red headphones, resting them around his neck.)

TWIN: What’s that brother?

(Fin stops his jumping jacks.)

FIN: I am in the WCS World Cup representing Finland ! I am great wrestler !!

TWIN: That’s great bro, and I know that, you do not have to tell me that. But what I want you to do brother is focus tonight on defeating the Collective. They are bad asses, and they will give us a good fight.

(Fin’s happy grin drops, realizing the imminent pain that awaits him.)

FIN: Ah crap bro I totally forgot ! I thought we were facing the irish giants again.

TWIN: No bro they got fired. Now we face very dangerous team.

FIN: This is gonna be tough one brother. You think we stand chance?

(Twin strokes his goatee, looking off at the wall in the near distance.)

TWIN: They were in ladder match last Redemption. They are bruised. We should hit them where it hurts!

FIN: So you’re telling me there’s a chance ? YEAH !

(The two brothers do a leaping chest butt, then laugh as they make their way out of their locker room. Cut to the trainer room where we see two men lying on massage tables in front of the camera. Tony and Geno lay shirtless on the aqua blue massage table getting massaged by North Carolina’s finest. Tony gets his knots rubbed out by a tall blonde as two short brunettes double team the massive back of Geno Fortliti. Elephant like groans come from Geno as Tony finally takes notice of the camera man standing in front of him.)

TONY: Get a lower view dipshit…

(The cameraman does as said and kneels in front of the massage table. He aims the camera at the upside down, reddened face of Tony Tira.)

TONY: Bettah. Well, we lost our chance again at the belts. It fuckin’ sucks, but eh, what are you gonna do? Cryin’ gets you nowhere. You gotta build back up that win streak, and that’s exactly what we’re gonna do this Redemption. I ain’t gonna lie, I’m sore. Geno is sore. We’re both really banged up, but you better believe that ain’t enough to stop us from crushing Fin and Twin. Ain’t no way in hell we’re losing to those two clowns.

(Shortly after Tony’s words a producer pops his head in the room.)

PRODUCER: FIVE MINUTES!!

(Tony pushes up as the woman massages him and looks back to Geno.)

TONY: Geno you hear that?

(Geno gives a thumbs up, then drops his arm back down. Sluggishly he pushes up off the table with a loud groan, Tony only faring slightly better on his dismount. The two slowly drag their way to the door as we cut back to the announce booth.)

ALPINE: Broken and beaten, but they still show up to work every Redemption. I hate their methods, but I respect their work ethic.

RODZ: For being a bunch of rookies in the game they bust their ass. Too bad they’re more one dimensional than a stickman.

ALPINE: One dimension are not, they have a style that works. Unfortunately they are still quite worn heading into a match with a very fresh Fin and Twin, who are on a career resurgence as of late.

RODZ: Well that resurgence is about to get a blown fuse tonight.

The Fin and Twin Connection (The Fin-Nisher and The Twin-Nisher) vs. The Collective (Geno 'Forklift' Forliti and Tony Tira)

(Fin and Twin came to this match looking much more serious than their previous tag team encounters. No high fives from the fans, just a quick jog to the ring, then extensive game planning in their corner. Collective made their entrance next, noticeably slower in gait. Even just walking up the ring steps made them cringe. Fin begged Twin to be the starter, to which he nodded and stepped in with Geno. The bell rung and Twin came in cautiously, hitting Geno with a few leg kicks then backing out. Geno kept snatching for Twin but the back injury was severely limiting his mobility, allowing Twin to circle out and land some hard leg kicks to the outer thigh of Geno. Seeing Twin’s success got Fin excited and he begged for the tag, so Twin tagged his brother in. Fin came in recklessly, flying with a springboard Finnish Hammer to Geno! However he made the mistake of getting in close to Geno, which allowed Geno to catch him by his neck and plant him into the mat with an awkward chokeslam!

Tony held his hand out for the tag and Geno made his way over. Before he could tag his hand though Fin snatched onto Geno’s leg, using the long stalk to work himself to a crouch. Geno looked down to the bug crawling up his leg and picked it off by the neck, deadlifting Fin up in the air. Fin wildly kicked to escape the double handed choke lift, and luckily landed a kick to Geno’s jaw! The shot stunned Geno, allowing Fin to drop to his feet, leap in the air, and land a Finlandia Cutter on Geno! Fin then waited for Geno to stand in an empty corner, delivering the Finnish Hammer as soon as he stood! Fin covered for the pin but a boot to the head from Tony stopped the count. Referee Malik Demitrious argued with Tony as Fin kept the tags coming and tagged in Twin-Nisher. Twin-Nisher was waiting for Geno to get up to a sitting position before delivering some hard kicks to the lower back. Geno groaned in pain as Twin nailed nine to the lower back. He then waved for Geno to stand, waiting to take his head off with a kick. Geno saw it coming a mile away and ducked the kick then transistioned it to a spinebuster! With Twin down, Geno limped over to his corner and tagged in the impatient Tony.

Tony came in the ring a house of fire screaming obscenities and begging Twin to stand and trade with him. Twin obliged and threw a leg kick his way, to which Tony responded with a body hook. Twin started to slowly pressure Tony with leg and body kicks, with Tony waiting for Twin to back off on combos so he could land some nasty counters. A counter right hook two minutes into their stand up fest busts Twin’s cheek open. The bleeding made Twin more aggressive as he started wading through shots to land his blows. However he got too cocky with how many shots his chin could take and got caught with a solid uppercut from Tony! The shot sent Twin reeling to the corner where Tony put on the gas and finished Twin off with the Ttay In Da Wind! With Twin unable to defend himself, the referee steps in and stops the fight!)

WINNERS: The Collective (Tony Tira and Geno ‘Forklift’ Forliti) via TKO @ 11 minutes, 38 seconds.

ALPINE: That was an incredibly impressive performance out of Fin and Twin, but Tony wanted to show why The Collective are one of the best tag teams here. Injuries and all, they definitely proved that tonight.

RODZ: Twin may be a wet brain retard but that was a hell of a striking match he put on with Tony. Twin has all the ingredients for an exciting fighter: Great kickboxing, poor defense, aggressive, good chin.

ALPINE: Oh come on guys you already won! There’s no need for this!

(‘Nice Work If You Can Get It’ comes to a halt and the bell starts ringing as Tony and Geno start stomping down on Twin. Fin is able to catch Geno with a low dropkick, dropping him down to one knee and distracting him. Fin starts firing down rapid shots on Geno’s forehead, but it’s short lived as Frankie Starlight races down to ringside to boos. A running yakuza kick takes Fin off of Geno, and the three get to their collective feet and start stomping down on Fin and Twin. Just as the crowd gets a good boo going, some cheers cut through. Horace Jackson makes his way down to ringside and greets Frankie with a running big boot as soon as he enters the ring! Frankie goes over the top, then Geno feels a hard right to the chin, knocking him over the top! Tony stops his stomping to see what’s going on, and gets lariated over the top rope! Horace helps up Fin and Twin as Frankie flips off Horace.)

STARLIGHT: I’M GONNA FUCK YOU UP FOR THAT!!

(Horace respectfully tells Fin and Twin to leave the ring, then approaches Malik Demitrious. After a short conversation Horace takes a corner and the bell rings. Frankie shakes his head, telling his Collective teammates he has this before sending them to the back.)

ALPINE: Horace just asked to get a start on this match, he doesn’t want to wait!

RODZ: Time to put your money where your mouth is Frankie!!

Frankie Starlight vs. Horace Jackson

(The match begins and immediately it becomes a ‘Chase Frankie / Tire Horace’ game. Horace going in circles, out of the ring, and back into, trying to get a handle on Frankie but Frankie with his smartness got the early advantage by stomping down on Horace, who was sliding back into the ring. Frankie continued with the stomping on the hand but his miniature reign of offense died when Horace manage to catch his foot and finished off with a powering clothesline. Close-up caught Frankie blinking frantically as he just saw his life flashed. Horace had the match from this point, layering in offense with strong, hard, back-breaking slams as multiple pins only got him far as a 2-count. Frankie of the Collective usually could manage but at this point, his future looked bleak by the seconds. Horace was taking it to him steadily, showing off that he was more than just a Powerhouse, mixing in Submissions in the match.)

(Horace seemed to have things pretty well but as always, never good to feel comfortable at any time, it will cost you. Horace gave up his position to Frankie, sliding out of a sit down headlock. His hair was a bit messy but he wasn’t bothered. He got back up and got in some quick shots being his moveset was limited, it made no difference at this point though as he tried to kick Horace but he caught his leg. Horace shoved him back, unfortunately into the referee. This led to Frankie being Frankie and turning bad to good with an illegal pair of brass knuckles right to the groin of Horace, putting him down. The ref finally got himself together as fans booed with Frankie hitting the Starlight Express and getting the Win.)

Winner via PINFALL, Frankie Starlight @ 9 minutes & 37 seconds!

ALPINE: Frankie just literally pushed Horace’s balls up through his body to his chin and then for more embarrassment, hit the Starlight Express and now...he’s taking off, running away like the REAL chicken he is!

RODZ: Frankie is the smartest fighter in Phoenix. Street always win.

(As Alpine addressed, Frankie took off quickly out of the ring before Horace could grab onto a thread of his attire. Frankie, huffing and puffing, his hands on his hip as he made it out of Horace’s grasp as he slowly circled the ring. Horace requested a mic as his eyes followed Frankie.)

HORACE JACKSON: Hey Frankie!

(That voice was enough to cause Frankie to freeze by the commentator’s table as he looked up at Horace in the ring.)

HORACE JACKSON: I’m making a challenge to you Frankie! Me, Fin and Twin Connection versus You and Collective. Three On Three at Tempest 2! What you say?

(Frankie grabs for a mic as he laughed entirely at that idea of a challenge from Horace.)

FRANKIE STARLIGHT: You..along with those retards Fin & Twin ... against me and my boys? Hmm...let me think!

(Frankie pondered it for a moment before again laughing.)

FRANKIE STARLIGHT: Speaking on behalf of my team ... YOU’RE ON!

ALPINE: Looks like we got ourselves a three-man tag match for Tempest 2!

RODZ: That’s another L for Horace, already booked!

(Frankie tossed his mic as he skipped with a hurry from ringside and along the ramp as Horace’s eyes followed his movement. Trailing him all the way to his exit as we cut to the back.)

GILES: “Git a load of this rubbish going on out there Vin.”

Giles Whitmor stands backstage with Vin as the two watch the tag match going on in the ring. Shaking his head a look of disgust on his face Giles sneErs.

GILES: “I tell you what big guy if we decided to ever go for those tag team titles we would dominate the pathetic division and destroy everyone, and I tell you where I would like to start is with Mason and his little puppets. They came out and cost me my Rising Phoenix title against that waste of space Lance Winter. They made me waste my shot and for what reason?”

Looking up at the bigger man Giles shakes his head.

GILES: “Bunch of Bloody bastards I tell you but tonight isn't about them tonight is about me earning a shot at the title that should have been mine from the start and taking Lance Winters down a peg at Tower of Destiny 2. Now the only downside to tonight is the fact we are both in that ring going for the same thing.”

Vin looks quietly at Giles arms crossed.

GILES: “That's what I like about you big guy a man of few words instead you let those massive fist do the talking for you, but no offense tonight it's everyone for himself and if I have to take you down.”

Slapping his knee Giles smiles.

GILES: “I plan on getting my revenge on those responsible and i will take down anyone that gets in the way.”




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COMMERCIAL

[Slaine Rodrick]

(We return from the break with all competitors in the ring ready to roll.)

Rising Phoenix Championship Number #1 Contender Match

Giles Whitmor vs. Vin Bell vs. Kelli Torres vs. Jrue Oliver vs. Shooter Reed

(It doesn’t take long after the bell for chaos to reign loudly. Jrue Oliver and Shooter Reed immediately went at it with hands as the crowd booed and cheered respectively to each punch thrown. Jrue took Shooter to the canvas with a Enziguri to the jaw. Giles got in Kelli’s face, feeling cocky and paid for it with a right hand. Kelli had her guard up, defending against Giles but didn’t expect Vin to come from behind with a clothesline. The two traded stomps, marking their imprint on the back of Torres. Shooter meanwhile stopped Jrue’s momentum with a poke to the eye and followed quickly with a DDT. Giles and Vin team-up on Torres continued until Giles began to take over the beatdown which Vin didn’t take too kindly of. Getting into Giles face, the two argued back and forth with shoving. Shooter, instead of keeping eye on Jrue, Jrue catches him from behind with a Leaping Spinning Heel Kick. Shooter dropped and rolled to the outside, holding his head. Giles and Vin got back on the same page, attacking Jrue, doubling up and delivering a massive double flapjack, smushing the face of Jrue as he rolled in agony. Vin and Giles went right back at it, arguing with one another. It seemed the hopes of their partnership was fading by the second. For Shooter, his entourage were working on getting him back up. Kelli slowly crawled her way over towards Jrue.)

(Kelli was in bad shape. The feet of Giles and Vin took an immediate toll to her frame but she didn’t let it stop her. Vin and Giles seemed to have an on and off relationship as a team as they do damage then bicker for five minutes but this time they were back to action, as one as they decked Shooter off the apron, who was attempting to get back in. Shooter fell right onto his boys as Kelli got to her feet. Giles got to her, placed her in a full-nelson hold as Vin steamed for her. Kelli as the target to them was missed thanks to her slipping out of harms way and leading to Vin knocking Giles and himself out of the ring with a clothesline. Kelli looking behind her, got up and went after Jrue, recovering and she began working with the striking skills against Jrue. Punches, kicks, she got in her offensive strikes. Jrue, reversed one of her strikes and attempted a hammerlock. She reversed with ease, completing a Judo Throw that went into an armbar as she kept him down. Jrue tried rolling over to reverse into a pin but Kelli turned it up a notch, getting in the Kimura Lock. Jrue yelled, readying to tap. Shooter’s crew got him right enough to get inside and give himself another opportunity but as he was fingertips close, Jrue couldn’t resist no longer and tap. Kelli gets the Submission victory. Vin and Giles on the outside were yelling at each other loudly, both costing each other a chance at victory.)

Winner via SUBMISSION, Kelli Torres @ 14 minutes and 55 seconds!

(“Cut the Cord” by Shinedown begins to play over the PA-System as Asger and Azazel walk onto the stage, staring down at Giles Whitmor and Vin Bell laughing at them as Azazel signals for the music to cut and lifts a microphone up towards him.)

Azazel: Look at you two. You're absolutely pathetic. You expect to compete in the tag division and yet, the first time the two of you compete in singles competition, you bicker like little school girls. You are no team, you'll get destroyed in this division.

(Giles gets a microphone.)

Giles: We may have some work to do as a tag team...

(Vin grabs the microphone.)

Vin: We're good enough to beat you two though.

(Azazel and Asger laugh slightly as they begin to walk towards the backstage area.)

Azazel: Watch and learn tonight as we beat Chris and Mandi tonight to earn our shot at Hell is Waiting and the Duos Championship.

We cut to Chris and Mandi Andrew who are backstage, as Mandi was sitting on the bench. She was down, and depressed, as she was really wanting the titles, while feeling like they kept being screwed every chance they have got. She sighs softly, as Chris looks over at her. 

Chris Andrew: I know we were wronged at Redemption 120. We were promised a fair two on two shot at the titles. We didn’t get that because Ayano Clan, and the Collective were added. 

Mandi nods her head, as she looks at him.

Mandi Andrew: Tonight there will be no excuses after we beat Asger, and Azazel. It won’t matter if they can be dangerous, or not, we will win. We need this win. 

Chris Andrew: Aurora will be ringside for commentary. I think we call her out right there and then. No more not getting what we want, and were promised. 

Mandi nods her head, agreeing with him. The two soon head out for their match. 

Chris and Mandi Andrew vs. Mason's Pulpit (Asger and Azazel)

(Asger starts out for Mason’s Pulpit and Mandi Andrew starts out for C&M, Mandi comes out strong with several stunning moves on the giant, a Dropkick to his knees gives her the opening for a Running Single Leg High Knee, however Asger overcomes, and catching Mandi hits a Running Powerslam! He yanks her up off the mat for his massive Chokeslam, Ragnarok and smashes her to the mat. Azazel mocks Andrew and Asger turns his head, Mandi is down but not out and she Chopblocks Asger and then rolls him up with a Schoolboy! The fans blow up at this but he kicks out strongly and sends her headlong towards her own corner where Chris tags in!

He hits the rising Asger with consecutive Spinning Roundhouse Kicks, sending the big man reeling! Azazel hot tags but Chris sees it and doesn’t fall prey to the double team set up. Azazel gives a good fight, but Andrews actually stays just ahead of him, peppering him with repeated kicks. Unfortunately for him he goes to the well one too many times and is caught up and dropped with a huge Military Press Slam! Before Azazel can go for the pin however down the aisle come the pair of Giles Whitmor and Vin Bell, who outright taunt and mock the members of Mason’s Pulpit! Azazel shoots to his feet as Asger starts to drop off the apron to fight them, and Chris pops up and jumps on his shoulders, hitting a huge Reverse Hurricanrana, he rolls free and as the pissed Azazel gets up Chris catches him with the Dr. Pepper Special!

Vin and Giles knock Asger off the apron and he hits his jaw on the apron, Chris fades back and tags in Mandi, she jumps and lands a Top Rope Leg Drop on Azazel, holding him down long enough for the pin!)

WINNER: CHRIS AND MANDI ANDREW via PINFALL @ 8 minutes, 32 seconds.

(Aurora shakes her head on commentary as Giles and Vin walk away laughing at what chaos they’ve caused. The triple champion stands up and thanks the commentary team for having her and then gathers up her drink and snacks as Chris Andrews gestures for a microphone in the ring. He brings it up to his lips and gestures for the music to cut as he wraps an arm around his wife and tag team partner.)

CHRIS ANDREW: Wait! Wait… hold it right there. I know, see… I know that Mandi and I can beat you and Masaru. Okay? I know it can be done, and this is the right combination to do it. So… we’re calling you out, Aurora. We want to see our team versus Hell Is Waiting at Tempest 2… and to make it fair, The Collective, Mason’s Pulpit, and those jamokes that were just down here? Barred from ringside. Just us, and Hell.

(Aurora’s expression is far from impressed, she looks the pair up and down before she borrows a microphone of her own.)

AURORA: Be happy, Chris, that I understand that you’re calling out my team. If you were calling ME out… well, the odds are never going to be in your favor. That’s what is called a fact. But...

(Those plush lips curve into the most wicked grin imaginable.)

AURORA: You really need to work on your delivery if you’re ever going to make it in standup.

(The fans snicker though some boo just a bit at her teasing, they clearly want this fight and are letting Aurora know.)

AURORA: Let’s not pretend that no one is unbeatable, I hate that getting thrown willy nilly like somehow, someway we forgot that anyone can lose a match. It happens. You might think saying it puts you on some hill and gives you a little high ground, but to a less level headed individual? Why, that would make them want to break you and prove you wrong. But lucky you, WE… Masaru and I, happen to think far more highly of you as a team than anyone else that might slog or slime their way up for a shot. So after due consideration, well...

(She laughs into the microphone and then tosses it to the tech after she answers.)

AURORA: I’ll have Slaine set it up!

(Chris nods in the ring as the fans cheer, Aurora ignores them all and walks to the back with a slight roll of her amazing green eyes.)

(The scene cuts to Jade and Mason Daniels standing in the locker room having a discussion before her big match tonight.)

Mason: My Jade, tonight is your moment. I have had many in my career and this is your first. I am so very proud of you and how far you have come. You have been the perfect pupil, my love. You will go out there, and you will win the title that was stolen from you by Lance Winters.

Jade: Thank you my love. I plan on going out there and making you proud. I will go out there and bring home the first title for us; the first of many. Lance is nothing, and I will show the world that his winning the title match at the last Redemption was pure luck and timing. I will show everyone that I was and will always be the true Rising Phoenix Champion.

(Mason smiles as he watches Jade walk out of the locker room, a smile on her face as she heads towards the biggest match of her young career.)

(As the scene cuts backstage the reigning PW Rising Phoenix Champion and Reapers In Pride President, Lance Winters is seen tapping on the screen.)

LANCE WINTERS: Christ, is this thing on?

(Lance adjusts the Rising Phoenix Championship belt on his shoulder as he keeps tapping on the screen. Some hearts to fly up on the screen as well as several comments from viewers begin to pop up. It was pretty clear now that was going on. The Prez was on Periscope!)

LANCE WINTERS: I think so..I think it’s WORKING RIGHT? HELLLLLOOOOOOOO out there, there, THERE, THERE, THERE. Tehehe.

(The Prez winks to the camera.)

LANCE WINTERS: For the FIRST TIME EVER I’m giving you boys n’ gals AN INSIDER'S LOOK at how ol’ LANCEEY BAYBAAAYY gets ready for a WRASSLIN match. Well it’s simple really. I never really got the TRADITIONS of things in this shit. I JUST SHOW UP and beat people’s asses.

(Winters grins.)

LANCE WINTERS: JUST LIKE I am tonight DEFENDING OL SALLY over here in the YONDER against an old pal OF MINE. JADE!!!!!! Jade sure does love seeing me don’t she? SHE LOVES COMING IN WITH A purrttyyy face and LEAVING OUT BUTT FUCK ugly. Am I right? What a kinkly little bitch this is.

(He playfully bites his bottom lip.)

LANCE WINTERS: I like it. Do you guys think SHE HAS A THING FOR ME? I think I should introduce her to the GANG. Maybe one day. She has to take me out on a SERIOUS date first. I’m sophisticated and old fashioned like that.

(Lance stops as a crew worker runs up and hands him a coffee.)

LANCE WINTERS: What took you so long?

(Lance starts to take a drink then spits it out.)

LANCE WINTERS: What the fuck?

(Lance throws the cup in the direction of the crew worker who brought him the coffee.)

LANCE WINTERS: HEY?! WHAT IN THE SNOT PISS FUCK WAS THAT?! NEXT TIME WHEN I TELL YOU TO BRING ME A DRINK YOU BRING ME A REAL FUCKING DRINK YOU ALBINO DONKEY KONG FUCK?!

(Lance shakes his head and looks back into the camera.)

LANCE WINTERS: Can’t get any decent help AROUND here. Now look. LISTEN UP KIDDIES, The Prez has a PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT to make.

(He acts as if he’s clearing his throat and smiles to himself.)

LANCE WINTERS: I AM THEEEEEEE Rising Phoenix Champion...But what DOES THAT TRULY mean? No...No I’m not the precious ANASTASIA STARLING that held this BEAUTY IN MY BEAST. I am the REAP n’ CHISELED son of a bitch that’s gonna make sure you pathetic EXCUSES OF TOUGH GUYS n GALS work harder than ever FOR A CHANCE TO TAKE IT AWAY FROM me.

(He holds up a finger in front of the camera.)

LANCE WINTERS: BUT THERE’S A CATCH. OoooooHHHH tehehehehHEHEHEHEhahahaha. YES, there’s a catch. See I PLAN ON KICKING your happy go lucky asses in 10 MINUTES or maybe even less to defend my titles. So...You guys have till then to beat me. IF YOU CAN’T DO THAT then. Well...TOUGH LUCK. Reap em’ and WEAP.

(Lance gets closer to the camera and sounds a bit more serious as he talks.)

LANCE WINTERS: Do you hear me Kelli? I hope that you do sweetheart because I’m not gonna repeat myself. You have 10 minutes or less to take the Rising Phoenix Championship away from me or...POOF. Your hopes, dreams, fantasies or whatever the fuck of beating me and becoming champion goes away.

CREW WORKER: Hey! Hey, yo Lance! Your match is next man need you to--

(Lance groans in announcing and grabs the front of the crew worker’s face. He grips onto the face and drives him back into some crates nearly tosing him through the stack.)

LANCE WINTERS: SO FREAKING rude. SEE YA GUYS...I have a saucy DATE with Jade. LAATTERRSS SWEETS.

(The Prez begins to head down the hall and turns off the live feed.)

Rising Phoenix Championship

Lance Winters © vs. Jade

(This match is just brutal from the get-go, Jade runs her mouth the entire time that the referee explains the rules of the match and Lance just sort of looks at her with this ‘do you believe this shit’ expression - until the bell rings. Jade goes for a Flying Scissors Kick but Winters dodges, and yanks the shirt of the referee! He tells the man to say THANK YOU because he SAVED him from Jade’s reckless kick and the referee looks at Jade as she rolls to her feet and shakes his head. Lance points at the ramp then and when the referee looks? He Punt Kicks Jade right between the legs! The fans erupt with laughter though it is also peppered with heavy boos, and Lance cranks her head and whips her around with a Snapmare, stomping her spine and laughing as she writhes on the mat.

Jade though, decides to fight fire with fire and comes up off the mat, grabbing Lance’s crotch and pulling him over for a Ballsplex! The men in the arena boo her this time as they all wince in sympathy. Lance is bitching to the referee about the unwanted contact, but he gets up while ranting and just hits a series of fast German Suplexes on Jade while still talking. Jade kicks out of the pin after much to Lance’s annoyance, he knows he’s on the clock here. Jade gets up faster than expected though and catches him with a Jade Spin Hurricanrana, and then scrambles for a pin, but no, Lance kicks out strongly at two and when he goes to push her off she thumbs him in the eye! She then Fishhooks him but he bites her finger!

He hauls her up for a Brainbuster, she kicks out at two, and she catches him in a blatant Chokehold! The referee warns her to let go and she finally does, but now Lance is really fired up and he hauls her straight up in the air for his version of a Steiner Screwdriver, the Reaper Driver! Jade is out and Lance hooks the leg as the referee counts the three!)

WINNER (and still Rising Phoenix Champion): LANCE WINTERS via PINFALL @ 7 minutes, 52 seconds.

(Dance With The Devil by Breaking Benjamin plays, but just as the referee hands Lance his title he spies Asger and Azazel running down the ramp! They storm the ring, presumably to prevent Lance from savaging her but he stomps her a good one to the spine before he bails the ring, sliding full out under the bottom rope to the floor where he laughs at them before retreating up the ramp. They look like they might pursue but decide to help Jade, checking on her as the cameras cut to the backstage area, where the imposing form of Miedo has arrived and he is making his way through the backstage area. Conversations fall silent and all eyes are on him as the masked Luchador walks with a dark aura seeming to cling to him.)

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RODZ: I’m not a praying man, but damn. I definitely wouldn’t want to be in the way of something that man wants.

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Come watch it all go down on the 29th in Duluth, Georgia! You’re not going to want to miss it. Get your tickets TODAY! Or order on the eVOLVE Network!!!!

Watch as Frisky D takes on Nina Stokes in the first ever 60 Minute Iron Woman Match.

See Hell Is Waiting Defend their PW Duos Titles for a second time against Chris and Mandi Andrew.

A Hardcore Throwdown between Mason Daniels and Richard Roque is also in store

And the highly anticipated WCS United States World Cup Battle Royale is one to not be missed.

There’s much more in store for TEMPEST! DONT. MISS. OUT!!!!

(Cameras went backstage with the historic duo of Aurora and Maz, “Hell Is Waiting” and for the two, it was a different feel than the usual you get with them. A relaxed state of mind, a more joyous feeling with the two. Hell Is Waiting is in term, the greatest tag-team in history of the industry. For something no one thought the two was capable of achieving...they have achieved it in glorious fashion. Aurora was on one side of the locker room, feeding Olly, watching as he destroyed his meal. Masaru was however looking the most unusual as all, laid back in a leather chair as his eyes stared in the direction of all six belts, SAP, WCS and Phoenix Wrestling’s Tag Titles, a set of candles lit underneath, giving a spotlight feel as the tag plates glimmered from the bright, flickering flame.)

MASARU INOUE: Where would I be without you, Aurora? I would probably still be dragging my feet, living that cruel life that I used to know. You said to me when Phoenix came back that you were looking to claim back what was rightfully yours. You could’ve chosen anyone else...but you saw something in me within my wicked ways and you took that chance.

MASARU INOUE: You took the challenge of getting me on the right track. No one else would’ve did something but you enjoy a good challenge and you turned things around just like that and here I am, doing something I never did much before and that’s smile. You said that we were going to be something great and we were going to brand ourselves, we were going to enjoy, have fun, break necks, win belts. That’s exactly what you and I have done. Those belts are going nowhere. I watched you last night put in work in Italy. Tonight, you will watch me defend in honor of HIW.

(Masaru pointed and tapped the Gladiator de Hell Title that rested peacefully along his midsection as he nodded his head, staring steadily at those collection of tag titles they possess.)

MASARU INOUE: This is MY gold. MY title. Gladiator de Hell belongs to no one but me. Everyone has defiled me for what I did to poor little Nina Stokes. What happened at Tower Of Destiny won’t even compare what I will do to her and Miedo tonight. She want the real Masaru, she will get it and she will regret uttering those words to me last Redemption. Miedo...Ā, anata wa ōkina ragu o muita, you will take nothing.

(Masaru, that infamous smirk and laugh he does, he shook his head to the thought of some old-timer coming back to get something that...really he cares nothing about.)

MASARU INOUE: Oh Miedo, you are marked for death, mi amigo. You bring your presence into MY house and speak nonsense that this title right here doesn’t matter besides monetary value. Blood has stained this title. I wear the blood of others who’ve held this title, including my previous reign of this title. You want something you care nothing much about. You along with Nina will understand after tonight that I am much more than you think. I will not let you two leave with this title. It’s staying here with me after tonight.

MASARU INOUE: I enjoy this feeling too much, my dear Aurora. Jigoku ga matte iru for anyone who tries to get in our way. In all my years, I’ve never been around so much gold. It was rare. I was just known as a Hardcore King, from leaving body imprints in pillars to storing bodies in Hell’s Basement. I’ve grown so much thanks to you but my demonic ways haven’t gone far enough to disappear. Tonight, I will do whatever it takes!

(Olly, in timely fashion began Hooting, calling out or either throwing out warning to future individuals. Masaru remained chilled as ever, steady resting, moving not one muscle as the cameras slowly panned away from the duo as cameras cut away to elsewhere backstage.)

HELL Gladiador Del Hell Championship

Nina Stokes © vs. Masaru Inoue vs. Miedo

Miedo comes out of the back first, the Charlotte crowd unsure of how to take the guest from Mexico. Unusually enough, Nina Stokes follows, but as she reaches the bottom of the entrance ramp she is surprised by Olly “dive bombing” her from the rafters! The owl swoops in front of her, startling her just enough to break her stride… and have her attacked from behind by Masaru Inoue, who clocks her with the title belt! Nina doesn’t go down though, quickly spinning around and taking the fight back to Masaru with hard strikes of her own, the Queen of Strong showing off some the reasoning behind that monicker… ONLY FOR BOTH TO GET WIPED OUT AS ALL 245LBS OF MIEDO COMES FLYING OUT BETWEEN THE ROPES WITH A BUCEO DE MIEDO! His signature Topé Suicida takes both out, but Miedo isn’t done there. Reaching down, he hooks up Masaru, as if for a suplex… BEFORE DEADLIFTING HIM UPRIGHT! The crowd gasps at the display of strength… but those gasps soon turn to winces as Miedo slams Masaru over the crowd barrier, gut first, with an Inverted Suplex Slam! Masaru falls backwards, towards the crowd… but manages to stay on his feet… at least until Miedo launches in and blasts him with a Big Boot, sending him flying back into the crowd and tumbling backwards over a row of seats!

He turns his attention back to Nina… who welcomes him with a Jumping Roundhouse Kick! She manages to catch Miedo in the cheek… but the big luchador doesn’t move, his head just snapping to the side. There’s a brief look of “oshi-” in Nina’s eyes before Miedo grabs her by the shoulders, and buries a huge knee into her gut! Miedo forces Nina up the ramp with a combination of punches, elbows, and sheer brute force… but as he reaches the stage she begins a fight back! Fighting for her life, Nina lets loose with a hellacious rain of slaps, alternating left to right, dazing him just enough to crack his with a stiff Kick to the very high inside thigh! Miedo drops to his knees, which allows Nina to follow up with a Knee Strike right to the bridge of his nose, completing her Failsafe! Miedo, however, doesn’t go down, staying on his knees, somewhat woozy. She looks out to the crowd, and as they cheer her on she backs up down the ramp a little, before charging down the former Rey del HELL at full pace! She looks to be going for a Bicycle Knee… ONLY TO BE SURPRISED AS MIEDO BURSTS FORWARD, CATCHING HER AS SHE LAUNCHES HERSELF AND THROWING HER INTO THE AIR WITH A MASSIVE POP-UP, CLOCKING HER WITH A HUGE EUROPEAN UPPERCUT ON THE WAY DOWN! The blow rattles Nina, and after Miedo lets loose with a short series of stomps, he drags her upright, before whipping her into a bunch of flightcases. With a snarl, her builds up a head of steam and charges in… only for Nina to be playing possum this time, skipping out and catching him with a Drop Toe Hold, sending him face first into one of the cases! He’s quick to power up, but Nina’s already there, and catches him with a Superkick! The blast knocks him back, and the flightcase as the back of his knees catches him off balance, sending him crashing down on top of it! Nina is straight on him with Clubbing Forearms to the face, trying to wear him down.

A noise from down the ramp gets Nina’s attention: Masaru, somewhat dazed, and seemingly coated in soda, is climbing back over the barrier. Seeing an opportunity, she uses all her strength to drag the Miedo-loaded flight case to the top of the ramp, before sending in sailing down with a kick… straight into Masaru as he just about gets his bearings! Miedo goes skidding off, cracking his head on the concrete, as Masaru slowly sits himself up, pretty much having been run over by the piece of kit… allowing Nina to catch him with an Ode to Dreams, the Running Forearm sending him crashing back down! Nina is far from done, evidently having a point to prove against Masaru. She hauls him up, and lets loose with a STIFF sequence of elbows, all to the face, busting him open! This last strike ends with him resting against the edge of the apron, back to the ring, breathing heavy… and allowing Nina to charge in, committing herself to the ReiZero… only to Masaru to spin clear at the last moment! Nina, luckily, is at the right height to just about slide into the ring under the bottom rope, leaving just her head and shoulders sticking out, but at such a speed and position she’s clearly picking up friction burns! As she yelps in surprise, Masaru spins once more, and brings up his leg before dropping it across her throat with a hellacious Axe Kick! Nina convulses from the blow, spinning into the ring, trying to find time to recover, as Masaru slides in after her… but not before grabbing a camera from one of the cameramen at ringside! Tearing the cables from it, he throws the actual camera down at Miedo as he recovers, smashing it over his back, before turning his attention, cables in hand, back to Nina.

He lets her start to pull herself up on the ropes, before he strikes, looping the cable over her head and using it to choke her, driving his knee into the back of her neck as he leans back, trying to force the life out of her! Nina’s eyes bulge as her face reddens… she reaches out for the ropes… the referee… anything… anything to try and save her… WHEN MASARU IS SUDDENLY HOISTED OFF OF HER BY MIEDO! Having the camera smashed over him seems to have done nothing but anger him, as move Masaru soon comes to regret as Miedo deadlifts him up for a Back Suplex… only to spin Masaru around at it’s apex, turning it into a Temiendo Este, the huge Release Powerbomb planting Masaru slap bang in the middle of the ring! Nina takes the opportunity to rolls to the outside for some breathing space as Miedo drops for the cover… but only gets a two!

Masaru’s resilience earns a growl from the visitor from HELL, who wraps one colossal hand about his throat before dragging him upright! Keeping the chokehold locked on, Miedo goes for a Headbutt… only for the ever determined Masaru to counter, and deliver a headbutt of his own as Miedo is about to strike! The surprise stuns Miedo just enough, forcing him to release his grip and stagger backwards, clutching at his forearm. With a wicked laugh, the crimson masked Masaru bursts forward and leaps, hooking Miedo up and bringing him crashing down with a Facebreaker DDT! The desperation move seems to take it out of Inoue too, however, and both men are left lain out on the mat for a few. Slowly, however, Masaru gets up, pushing himself upright with shaking arms and legs… only for Miedo to sit bolt upright just as he manages it! Shaking his head, Masaru runs the ropes, but as her comes back Miedo is already up, and catches him around the throat with that same colossal hand. Masaru tries to force him to release his grip, but Miedo shakes his head no, before hoisting him up by the throat. In a display of strength, he holds Masaru up there, stalling out the move as he prepares to deliver the Garra Miedo, his signature Chokebreaker… BUT THEN HERE’S NINA, DIVING IN AND BLASTING THE BACK OF MIEDO’S KNEE WITH A STEEL PIPE AIDED CHOP BLOCK!

With a howl, Miedo drops to the knee as it buckles beneath him, inadvertently slamming Masaru down with a Chokeslam as he does so. Nina rolls through to her feet before charging in, swinging the pipe around with a two handed strike, blasting Miedo in the back of the head with a Homerun Strike! She begins to approach Miedo… before thinking better of it, and instead goes for Masaru, casting the pipe aside, and running the ropes, launching herself back with a Springboard Spinning Leg Drop that somehow only gains a 2 and a half count! Frustrated, Nina hauls Masaru upright, whilst the referee gets back to checking on Miedo. She whips Inoue into the corner, before jogging to the diagonally opposite one, hopping up to the second buckle to build a little momentum before tearing off at him at full speed, gearing up for a huge Big Boot, only for Masaru to roll out the corner at the last moment, letting her string herself up! Masaru quickly hooks both arms before she’s able to free herself, before sending her flying over with a huge Tiger Suplex! Nina rolls through as she lands, staggering backwards as she gets to her feet, but Masaru is already on her, a hurricane of Forearms, Elbows and Knees, forcing her back into the ropes. He sends her running, before catching her with a solid Dropkick on the way back. He goes for the cover, hooking the leg deep… but Nina gets the shoulder up at 2!

Masaru argues the count, wasting precious seconds, allowing Nina time to stagger back to her feet. Snarling, Maz leads with a couple of Shoot Kicks to the calf, followed by a Left Hook… but Nina sees it coming, and pounces! Driving her palm into Masaru’s elbow “pit”, she forces it to bend, before twisting behind him and locking him in a Chickenwing! Before Masaru can react, Nina’s other arm wraps around him, hooking his neck, and locking in a Crossface… QUIETUS REDUX! Masaru flails and struggles, trying to find some give… but Stokes gives him nothing! She’s screaming as the fight starts to leave him, demanding to know “HOW’D YOU LIKE IT?”!

Masaru is clearly in immense pain, his neck twisted, his shoulder threatening to pop from its socket, arm reaching out, looking like he’s about to tap out… ONLY FOR EVERYBODY TO BE STUNNED INTO SILENCE AS MIEDO RISES FROM THE GRAVE, LOCKS NINA IN A WAISTLOCK… AND BRINGS BOTH OVER IN A HUGE GERMAN SUPLEX AIDED CROSSFACE CHICKENWING SUPLEX!

The crowd are chanting “HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT” as Miedo pops back to his feet, a vision of HELL itself, blood seeping out from under his mask, staining the fabric. Miedo takes a handful of his own blood from the back of his head, smearing it across his chest like warpaint, pure malevolence in his eyes. Nina is first to her feet, and gets a stiff Right for her trouble, sending her reeling. Masaru gets up moments later, only to be greeted by a huge Back Elbow for his trouble! Miedo follows up, whipping Masaru to the ropes… Nina joins him, more by coincidence than anything else as he comes back, both running at Miedo… only for the monstrous luchador to dive forward, arms outstretched, catching both by the throat and forcing them down to the mat, leaning on them both with his full weight as he applies stereo Chokes to them, looking for the double elimination! Nina and Masaru both fight, struggling against the weight of Miedo, looking for anything… and both simultaneously come up with the same solution, jamming a thumb each into Miedo’s eyes! Roaring, he releases them, going up onto his haunches as they both roll clear! They look to each other… and share a tiny nod before they both burst forward, simultaneously catching the blinded, kneeling Miedo with both a Kill Shot! and an Amidst the Shadow of Sorrows II! The forces of both impacts is too much, even for the infamously resilient Miedo, and he topples backwards to the mat! Both Nina and Masaru flop down onto his chest, taking a shoulder each as they hold him down for the one, two, three!

HARDT: MIEDO HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

The crowd, stunned into silence by the fall for a few seconds, before bursting into cheers, celebrating the Phoenix wrestlers overcoming the invader from HELL. Masaru and Nina both bathe in the applause, gather their breath for a few moments, before they lock up once more! Nina quickly transitions to a European Uppercut, knocking Masaru back, and allowing her to swing in with a High Sweeping Knee Strike, only for Masaru to duck it… but it’s a feint, and as Masaru ducks his head Nina spins and brings the other knee cracking into his skull! He recoils, and she follows up with a Bicycle Knee, connecting this time and sending Masaru skidding on the mat. She charges, leaping in with a Double Foot Stomp… only for Masaru to roll out of the way! Nina lands with a stumble, and Masaru capitalises, spinning around on his back, flailing his legs to catch Nina with a Sweep, dropping her on her back! He pushes up, and spins about, catching Nina as she pushes upright with a Stomp to her rising face, forcing her back down with such force that it sends him into a bit of a stumble himself.

Masaru is clearly gassed, leaning against the ropes breathing heavily, blood still pouring from the gash on his head. Nina isn’t faring much better, grasping for energy on the mat, eyes wide, clutching at the air… WHEN MIEDO SITS BOLT UPRIGHT! Both Masaru and Nina look to the beastly luchador in disbelief as he stands, with barely a hint of fatigue… before turning and leaving, not saying a word. Nina uses the distraction this provides to roll to the corner, and slowly drag herself upright. Masaru spots this, and starts revving the engine… as Nina stands, he launches forward, charging her down… but Nina hits the mat at the last moment… but Masaru sees it coming, and simply vaults over her, landing crouched on the top rope, facing out into the crowd, with a hint of a wobble. The relief on his face is short lived as Nina is quick to her feet, shoves Masaru’s feet out from under him, dropping him unexpectedly into a seated position on the top, the sudden impact of the cornerpost to his hindquarters sending a shock up his spine! Before he can react, Nina hooks his legs around the ropes, before dragging him backwards, delivering a couple of forearms for good measure, as she hangs him in a Tree of Woe! Signalling for the end, Stokes climbs the ropes, before stepping onto the top of the post. She takes a few moments to compose herself, lining up her shot as she looks to apply a coup de grâce to the match, perhaps with a Diving Double Foot Stomp… only to be surprised as Masaru shows incredibly abdominal strength, sitting upright, and in one swift move grabbing hold of Nina’s thighs, and delivering a Headbutt to her crotch! She drops to the top of the turnbuckle, as Masaru slowly unhooks his legs… but remains standing on the second rope! The crowd draw silent as he hooks Nina up, perhaps looking for a Superplex… no! He crosses her legs, before hoisting her up… AND DELIVERING THE DEAD END, SPIKING HER HEAD FIRST INTO THE TOP OF THE CORNER POST! Nina flops into the ring, but so does Masaru! There’s no movement for a few moments, until Masaru wills up the energy to flop over, and cover Nina…

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

WINNER, AND NEW GLADIADOR DEL HELL CHAMPION: Masaru Inoue via PINFALL @ 34 minutes, 04 seconds.

(An exhausted Masaru Inoue is presented with his title, to which he weakly smiles at it before snatching it tight and heading for the back. A stunned Nina looks down the the aisle to see Masaru limping away, leaving her to narrow her eyes.)

ALPINE: Nina came very close to retaining her uncrowned championship, but the spoils went to the thief tonight as Masaru got the win!

RODZ: A thief to you, the true champion to me.

(Cameras cut backstage to Frisky D, intently staring at a monitor as she finishes watching the just concluded match. She lets out a low whistle before turning to the cameras.)

FRISKY D: Dayum, hope she’s still got something left for me at Tempest.

(She clears her throat.)

FRISKY D: Being a bit tongue in cheek of course, just saying that was intense. And, y’know we’ve got a big one ahead of us. One where I’m going into with a chip on my shoulder, looking at myself as the underdog despite my record against her and the fact I’ve main event a Pay Per View here in PW before.

(A deep breath.)

FRISKY D: She’s an intense athlete, all the skills in the world. Finds top notch training partners, her career history says going in an ironwoman match should be right in her wheelhouse. I’ve got something to prove there, I’m a bit rough around the edges, I’m not really known for my technical acumen or deep depth of skill. Like, there’s no doubt questions whether I can keep up counters and stunners out of nowhere over such a length of time..

(She nods her head.)

FRISKY D: But I’m ready to show that I’m still getting better every time out, and the level all my hard work is taking me to. Which I can start doing tonight; it might not be an ironwoman match, but Anastasia Starling? She’s the woman to beat around here, isn’t she.

(Frisky scratches her chin.)

FRISKY D: We’ve faced plenty of times before in tags and singles, I’ve had some good results and some bad ones. But no doubt I’m gonna get the best version of her I have yet, she was already great but I can see a new confidence about her now that she’s the champ. So she’s my chance to send a message not just to her, not just to Nina, but everyone that she’s not the only performing at a new level. It might seem cliche to say I don’t lose, I only learn lessons. But you look at where I was when I signed here and where I am now, the PW fans have seen me grow up before them-- and I’m just getting started.

(On that note, she flashes a peace sign and we cut away. We go to another area backstage, where the sight of the adorable but deadly Anastasia Starling is revealed. She sits there with a broad smile upon her face, dressed in her Phoenix flame themed attire, her eye shadow in red and yellow and the pattern so realistic it almost lights up the room. Over her shoulder is the PW Rebirth Championship, and her free hand strokes it as if it was a beloved pet. She peers up at the camera, her smile growing ever wider as the angelic but fiery champion begins to address the audience.)

ANASTASIA STARLING: You know, these past few weeks have been really challenging for me. Not only the Tower match, which was possibly one of the, if not the, most grueling matchup I have ever been in, but also giving up the Rising Phoenix title. I fought long and hard to keep that belt, harder than I have ever fought before, to both further myself and give prestige to that title. I like to think that I accomplished that, but it always was just part of my journey, and the end game was always to eventually attain this baby.

She peers to her shoulder the the glistening Rebirth title. She looks both joyful and proud as she gazes upon it

ANASTASIA STARLING: But now the real challenge begins! Because winning this title, one of the crowning achievements of my career, that is only half the journey. Keeping this belt is going to be so, so, so much harder. And my first challenge in the ring is going to be against a woman who has not only earned a shot against me, but is the only person in this company who has managed to pin me for the 1, 2, 3. Frisky D is for real, I know that, you know that but I’m unsure if she knows that. I may have gotten a little bit of revenge on her for that, eliminating her in the Tower on my way to this title belt, but she always comes back stronger and more powerful than before.

Starling smiles to the camera, but in her eyes is pure fiery determination.

ANASTASIA STARLING: She is a real challenge, without a shadow of a doubt, and tonight if she wants to cash in her title opportunity, even last minute, she is more than welcome to. Because I am ready for her, I am ready for all the challenges that lay ahead and I am ready to prove that I am the right person to stand at the top of Phoenix Wrestling. For I am the Phoenix, I am the champion and I intend to be champion for a very, very, very long time.

She winked to the camera, rising her title high as she mouthed the word “MINE” before the footage cut away.

MAIN EVENT

Non-Title
Anastasia Starling © vs. Frisky D.

(Shortly after both women are in the ring, Frisky requests a microphone.)

Frisky D: I know I have a title match if I ever want it in my back pocket, but I’m not gonna cash it in. Not just yet. I want to see how I fare against the Rebirth version of Anastasia Starling first.

(Ana shrugs her shoulders and nods in reaction.)

RODZ: C’mon kid stop being so humble! Yeah you’re a rookie but you also got a title shot ANYTIME YOU WANT TO CASH IN.

ALPINE: Frisky is a self aware competitor and often her own biggest critic. I can’t blame her for saving a unique opportunity for the right moment.

RODZ: Good point Freddy, wait for Anastasia to be beat to shit then cash in on her barely moving corpse!

ALPINE: That’s not what I meant, at all.

DING DING DING!!

(Frisky and Ana do a quick handshake before getting down to a lock up. Frisky tries to use her small strength advantage to force Ana back. Ana tries to drop down for an armdrag but Frisky drops to one knee, halting that. Frisky rolls around Ana’s wrist for a hammerlock, torquing on the limb but not getting much reaction out of Anastasia. She tries to lock for a hammerlock suplex but Anastasia maneuvers her body to the ropes, kicks off the top, backsprings behind Frisky, grapples the back with a run, only for Frisky to lock onto the ropes, back elbow Anastasia in the face, then toss her to the outside! Frisky gives Anastasia no chance to recover with a slingshot flying forearm to the outside! Frisky then picks up Ana and whips her into the barricade, only for Ana to spring off the barricade, and return with a diving legdrop bulldog to the outer mat!! “OHHHH!!”s from the crowd as Frisky cringes on the mat, leaving Anastasia to return to the ring. She hunches down in the center, waiting for Frisky to stand and bringing the fans on their feet. Once she does Anastasia runs at her, springing onto the top rope! Anticipating her moving, Anastasia balances herself on the top rope and waves for Frisky to return to the ring.)

ALPINE: One cannot discount the amazing balance of Anastasia Starling. She saw that duck and dodge coming a mile away.

RODZ: Frisky is gonna have to cut that feeling out bullshit out. There is no feeling out with Anastasia Starling.

(Frisky slides in the ring, right into another irish whip from Anastasia. This time Frisky reverses the irish whip and sends Anastasia springing off the ropes and into a moonsault. Frisky counters it perfectly with a dropkick to the ribs, knocking Anastasia out of the air! Frisky then senton drops across her ribs, adding insult to injury. She goes for a pin but gets nothing but a one count. Frisky picks up Anastasia and gives her a palm strike to the ribs, keeping her softened as she brings her to an empty corner. Frisky then starts firing away with clubbing palm strikes to the head and body, getting Anastasia to cover! Once her head is covered, Frisky drops a knee into the ribs, then takes her up and out of the corner with a monkey flip! Frisky then escalates to the top, then dives off with an elbow drop right into the rib area! Anastasia kicks in pain as Frisky goes for another pinfall, this time getting a two count. Frisky picks up Anastasia and lays her across the bottom rope back first. She then gets a running head start to the ropes, then returns with a huge cannonball! Anastasia rolls out of the way in time, allowing Frisky to spill to the outside! The fans stand as a hurt Anastasia forces herself to her feet with a wince. She waits for Frisky to come to a stand, then flies over the top rope with a no hands somersault plancha, crashing Frisky’s back into the barricade! Chants of “ANA-STA-SIA!!!” fill the arena.)

ALPINE: She doesn’t care if her ribs are hurt, Anastasia won’t hesitate to fly!

RODZ: Probably the most death defying high flyer I’ve ever witnessed.

(Anastasia doesn’t let up after that, she walks the barricade near Frisky, forcing fans to scoot back. She then lands a somersault double knee drop into Frisky’s back as she stands, knocking her back down to the outer mat to the “OHHH!!!”s of the crowd. Fearing a count out, Anastasia picks up Frisky and tosses her into the ring. From there Anastasia hops on the apron and awaits Frisky to stand. Frisky does and Anastasia springs off the top rope, looking for a hurricanrana! Frisky however is able to catch the hurricanrana, push Anastasia off of her, then catch her with a knee to the face in mid air!! “OHHHH!!”s from the crowd as Anastasia backpedals to the ropes, feeling the stun on that one. Frisky goes running in for a back elbow, but Anastasia has enough in her to lift up for a high kick, catching Frisky on the chin. Anastasia then springs off the ropes near her and comes back with a springboard backflip headscissors, only for Frisky to drop down with a flapjack facebuster mid spin! The crowd is cheering for her creative reversals as both women lay on the mat.)

ALPINE: Frisky has to be one of the most frustrating opponents to prepare for. No matter how good you are, she will counter at least one of your moves.

RODZ: It’s a unique style like that which could very well make her a champion one of these days.

(Frisky is up first and helps up the rib favoring Anastasia. She helps her out with a clubbing palm to the ribs, then a hook for an armdrag. Blocked by Anastasia. A back elbow to the face from Frisky, another attempt. Blocked. Anastasia then stomps down on Frisky’s foot nearest her, holds her back for balance, then flips up and over for a reverse hurricanrana! Much to her surprise, Frisky lands on her feet, albeit sloppily. Pissed she didn’t get the hurricanrana, Anastasia races at her again, this time diving at her with a no hands hurricanrana. Frisky does a forward roll out of the attempt, leaving Anastasia frustrated. Frisky this time runs at Anastasia, leaping in the air for a flying armdrag attempt. Anastasia cartwheels out of it, hits the Spinning Bird Kick, then takes the stunned Frisky up and over with a hurricanrana, sending her rolling to the outside! Anastasia takes a moment to hold her tender ribs as Frisky uses the the post to stand to her feet. That’s to her disadvantage though as Anastasia races at her with the Triple T DDT, crushing Frisky’s head into the outer mat! Loud “TOO TWEET!!” chants get going, leaving a wincing Anastasia to bow to her loyal fanbase.)

ALPINE: Anastasia finally got that hurricanrana, and followed it up with an amazing Triple T DDT! She possibly has bruised ribs here yet she will do whatever it takes to keep Frisky down.

RODZ: You have to. Frisky is like a sloppy entertaining version of Floyd Mayweather.

(After receiving a little fan adoration she picks up Frisky and tosses her into the ring, but leaves her upper torso dangling off the apron. Anastasia then scales to the top rope, then dives off with a big mushroom stomp to the chest that leaves Frisky flopping off the apron and back to the outer mat!! “HOLY SHIT!!” chants follow Anastasia as she goes back to the outside, this time tossing Frisky all the way into the ring. Anastasia then dives onto Frisky with a moonsault pinfall. Frisky kicks out at two, getting Anastasia nodding that she has to get serious. Anastasia picks up Frisky and starts nailing her with forearms to the forehead, getting her back to a corner. Anastasia then nails a rope assisted roundhouse kick to the side of Frisky’s head, getting the crowd “OHHHH!!!”ing as Frisky stumbles out of the corner. This leaves her in perfect position for the Pale Wing Passerine, to which Frisky is able to shove her way out of, boot Anastasia in the ribs on the turn around, then attempt the Spanish Inquisition! Not to have her stunner countered by a stunner, Anastasia shoves her off, then leaps on her back with the Merovingian Crucifix! Frisky tries to stand and fight the hold but Anastasia brings her to the mat and torques back. Referee Oz Oxford Jr. checks with Frisky, seeing if she’s ready to give up. Frisky is somehow able to worm her way to the ropes, landing a foot on the bottom rope. Anastasia relinquishes the hold and stands above her opponent with one hand on her sore ribs.)

ALPINE: Anastasia is putting Frisky in a finishing position here. She almost had Frisky ready to tap with that crucifix.

RODZ: If there’s a way to escape, Frisky will find it.

(Anastasia takes a deep breath and picks up Frisky, then drives a hard spinning mule kick into her sternum. Anastasia then hits the ropes behind her and returns with a Big Top Blockbuster! “OHHHH!!”s from the crowd as Anastasia follows it up with a mushroom stomp, a rotating leg drop, then a somersault double knee drop to the chest!! The “TOO TWEET!!” chants are loud, but a section of “LET’S GO FRISKY!!” chants are gaining momentum. Anastasia realizes she has to put Frisky away and goes for the Sturnidae! She crashes into Frisky’s chest with her finisher, and hooks the leg for the pinfall!)

1….

2….

(Frisky snatches onto the bottom rope. A huge sigh from the crowd, followed by clapping as Anastasia gives Oz the stink eye, only to find out Frisky snatched the bottom rope. Anastasia has had enough and drags Frisky to the center of the ring, then escalates the top rope. The crowd standing on their feet as Anastasia looks to go for the Songbird’s Flight. She dives off for the flashbulb inducing move, but Frisky leaps up off the ground into a cradle attempt in mid air! Frisky goes for the pin!)

1….

2…..

3!!!

WINNER: Frisky D. via PINFALL @ 17 minutes, 13 seconds.

ALPINE: Did she just land an inside cradle out of a Songbird’s Flight!?!?

RODZ: That she did. Technical finesse aside, Frisky just grabbed a win out of the Rebirth Champ!

(‘Steak Knives and Razor Blades’ plays as Anastasia is a little shocked at the reversal/win. Frisky looks shocked as well with how she beat Anastasia with such a counter. Before Anastasia can make it to her feet Nina Stokes emerges from the ring curtains, smiling and clapping for Frisky’s victory. Anastasia looks to Frisky, nodding at her for a good fight to which she nods back. She then takes her belt from the timekeeper and leaves the ringside area as Nina Stokes makes her way into the ring. Nina goes up to Frisky and shakes her hand, to which a tired Frisky reciprocates. But once their hands release, the staredown begins.)

ALPINE: These two women will main event in what will the first ever Iron Woman match in Phoenix Wrestling! I’m excited for it Johnny!

RODZ: Those two women are going to beat the shit out of each other. Don’t miss it bitches!

ALPINE: But up next is a very special occasion, the celebration of Masaru Inoue and Aurora’s WCS title win!

RODZ: And their SAP title win. And Masaru’s Gladiador retention. And their eventual win of another major tag title by next week.

(The two women end their stare down and head to the back as we prepare for the celebration.)

***PLUS***

(Purple strobe lights illuminated by silvery sparklers near the curtains begin as those first quiet strains of Twisted Nerve (The Whistle Song) by Bernard Hermann play over the speakers. Without warning the curtains part and out flies Olly the Owl, who flies around the ring before choosing a ringpost to settle on. On the stage Aurora appears, the lights washing over her dark gear and pale skin, next to her in the blink of an eye appears Masaru, the light blinding off of his silvery piercings.)

HARDT: "From Chicago Illinois and Osaka, Osaka Prefecture, Japan respectively... they are AURORA... and MASARU INOUE... HELL IS WAITING!"

ALPINE: One, if not the most decorated tag teams in the wrestling industry, Hell Is Waiting with Aurora and Masaru. Proud.

RODZ: So much gold, their shoulders droop! An amazing time!

(They make their way down at a stroll, relaxed and grinning wickedly as they make the ringside area, Masaru bowing as he gestures to the ringsteps and Aurora makes her way up, turning to face the fans before doing a slow backflip into the ring. Masaru takes the steps and then hops up to the top turnbuckle, crouching there with a manic grin as Rori steps up to the second turnbuckle and poses with him.)

ALPINE: Tell me the last time Maz has carried a smile this long. He’s happy.

RODZ: He said it tonight, all because of the woman next to him. His friend and partner, Aurora.

ALPINE: Their goal was to dominate and take gold. They’ve done that!

(As they return to the middle of the ring and Lenne Hardt leaves the ring to them, the loud cheers from the crowd tonight were loud, all in favor for one of the most dominating tag-teams to date. Masaru and Aurora glanced at each other, taking it all in before they went over, requesting for microphones.)

AURORA: Well well…

(The crowd reacts loudly, and she grins… taking a deep breath but before she can continue the fans chant at her.)

HELLO MY FREAKY DARLINGS!

(Aurora laughs and turns to Masaru, amusement in her eyes as she puts a hand on his arm, letting him speak.)

MASARU INOUE: It’s been a really long time since I felt this good, this balanced. Things have come up. With great work and communication, Hell Is Waiting sits atop the mountain, looking down at who’s next. We never truly rest. Tonight may be the only night. We must enjoy.

AURORA: It took us a very long time to get to this point. Right now, this moment, we are Undeniable. We ARE… what we have always been. We just had to get out there and do the thing. Name one other team that has done what we have done in such a short period of time. You literally can’t do it. There’s just us, and we have made history. How long will it last? Well like the song says the only easy day was yesterday. This could be the last time we grace this ring wearing three… Yes three… sets of tag team gold. Or you might be stuck with this for a very long time. The point is, anyone that tells you evil never prospers is either a liar or selling something.

(She laughs again, so purely delighted that the fans seem to think she’s joking and the cheers continue to come their way.)

MASARU INOUE: Chris and Mandi Andrew, they achieved their spot here tonight but it all will end at Tempest 2. Their little wave of happiness and momentum. It all will end on the 29th. They’ve gone through every trial and either got short-handed or cheated out of it. They finally get their shot and will fall HARD!

AURORA: They will fall hard, win or lose. That’s just the nature of this place, of this time, of this sport. It’s everything, and well… I never could just choose one dessert. I always wanted a bite of everything. Now? Our plates are full, and an average person? Well they’d be pushing away from the table right about now. But us?

(She smiles like an angel at Masaru and then turns back to the fans.)

AURORA: We spent too many years starving, we’re waiting for the full course meal.

(Masaru waves his hand, waving to the back rapidly as a Male Servant, rushes from the back, white and black tuxedo vest. He holds a bottle of wine with two cups as he makes his way down the ramp and up the ring steps quickly. Getting into the ring, he bowed before the two before carefully opening the bottle and pouring into the two cups provided, handing one to Aurora first then Masaru.)

MASARU INOUE: I figured, we might as well. They gave us this time to enjoy ourselves for such achievements, why not take the moment to toast?!

(The two made a toast, clashing their glasses just slightly, hearing that specific sound glass makes. They laughed to themselves as they took sips.)

MASARU INOUE: Before we part, just want to say to our freaky darlings...we appreciate your steady support as we continue to eat up competition. Join us as we go for HKW Underground Tag Titles in their Gauntlet soon but more importantly, join us as we take the challenge of defending our PW Duos Championships against Chris and Mandi Andrew. That's all for now, Goodnight!

(Masaru requests for more from the Server, who with no questions fill Maz's glass to the same mark as before while refilling Aurora's in the process. The fans cheer them on as their entrance theme begins to play once more. Cameras pan out far before fading to black with the PW Logo being the only thing seen.)