PW Presents Redemption 122

[Slaine Rodrick]

PW Presents...

Airing LIVE on Evolve Network May 15th @ 7pm PST

Redemption 122

May 15th, 2018

CFE Arena

Orlando, Florida

***ON AIR***

The scene picks up in a clearly pre recorded segment. The footage focuses on the glorious white sands of the beach, before panning out to see the crystal blue waters of the sea. Everything looks cool and crisp and peaceful, the sun shining brightly in the sky and everything seems right in the world. The sunlight shines off two pieces of glistening gold, one bearing the logo of one of the World Crown Syndicate’s premier federations, SSWA. The other belt, the one she held so tightly to her at this moment, the Phoenix Wrestling Rebirth Championship. She was in far from her usual attire, drawing gazes from onlookers in a stunning silver and blue bathing suit, decorated in patterns of wings.

ANASTASIA STARLING: It’s a strange game, what we do. I’ve always been the one to throw myself into the mix at every opportunity, no matter who they were, what level they were at or what they were doing.

She smiles at the camera, that little look of innocence, the quiet before the storm.

ANASTASIA STARLING: But recently, on the insistence of PW management, I have not been competing...You can only do so much when you are not booked, and admittedly, it’s weirded me out. All of a sudden, I’ve gone from defending the title I earned and believed in and never lost, the Rising Phoenix title, every single given night to… well… not... It weirds me out… it doesn’t feel right at all. I came into this industry as a fighter, who wanted to fight every night and not having… being given that chance, just feels alien to me. Sitting backstage during shows makes me feel ill. Simply being a referee at one of the biggest shows of the year makes me feel sick. And while I called that down the middle and gave it the performance that the match deserved… It wasn’t right. I didn’t want to see Nina kick Friskey, or Friskey slam Nina or how many back and forths there were… It wasn’t me.

Starling smiled broadly, before staring out into the vast blue ocean.

ANASTASIA STARLING: I am the champion who made her name by fighting every given night. I am the champion who faced everyone and anyone. I am not Cassius Reed. I don’t demand celebration festivals, and weeks off, and praise and plaudits and all of that… I just want to compete. So… so I shall. Once you go from defending everything you have held dear to nothing at all, it’s hard to adjust. So I will revert back to what I am used to, to what makes me feel good…. And if that is defending my title show in, show outl….That is what I am going to do. So I will do it. Over, and over, and over again. I want to be the greatest champion this company has ever seen… And so I will be.

(The fans react strongly as Twisted Nerve begins to play, the theme for Hell Is Waiting gleefully being whistled by them as from the backstage area come Aurora and Masaru Inoue, dressed in street clothes and looking relaxed as they come out to the ringside area. Olly the Owl flies out ahead of them and they stroll around the ring until Masaru pauses long enough to put his hands around Aurora’s waist and lift her up to perch on the apron. A tech tosses them both microphones and they wait for the crowd to die down a little after the music fades before they begin to speak, Aurora with just about the most false humble look in the universe on her pretty face, then she laughs and ruins that, taking a deep breath.)

AURORA: HELLO MY FREAKY DARLINGS!

(Masaru laughs as the fans chant back at Aurora and Olly lights on the turnbuckle closest to the pair.)

AURORA: Hell Is Waiting, we’ve had one spectacular first portion of the year haven’t we? The travel schedule alone would have killed lesser people. We’ve had some high highs, and well even the lows weren’t bad! But now, we are not here before you, as your Phoenix Wrestling Duos Champions. After a year or so of chasing, Chris and Mandi, the Andrews, well they had their night. We… Masaru and I, we wish them the best for their title reign. Have fun as long as you can.

(Masaru nods, and he lifts his microphone up even as he adjusts the fancy hat on his head, the light gleaming from his piercings.)

MASARU INOUE: While everyone knows that if we wanted, we could rain on their parade and invoke our rematch clause, snatch snatch snatch those championships back… instead, Aurora, she has an idea. She’s been thinking, you see. A dangerous pastime, but so be it. The Duos championships will be there, but this? Is more rare. Rare, is exciting.

(Aurora grins and picks up where he left off.)

AURORA: You see, word backstage is, that Slaine is plotting and plotting. Designing a multi competitor ‘elimination cell’ style match, and if that’s the case, I want in it, as does Masaru. Who else besides us should be the first names on a list for something like this? There’s more to it, a rumor maybe, that he might put the Rebirth Title on the line. Fine. But.. the match, oh the match. That’s what we want most of all. Now tonight...

(And Masaru picks up from her.)

MASARU INOUE: We face Frisky D and Nina Stokes, and I couldn’t be more excited. We have enough DDT’s and enough kicks for both of them! This is truly exciting, when we have a chance to show the sort of domination we possess as a team. These matches, well they’re to live.. Or DIE for… and we love it!

(The pair grin and toss the microphones before Masaru takes her off the apron and their music plays again as they make their way up the ramp to the back.)

Shooter Reed vs. Horace Jackson

(This match is rough for Horace Jackson from the get-go, Shooter’s crew Ozzie and Ray Ray constantly seem to be causing issues whether it be distracting of the referee so that Shooter can get a sly dig in, or in one case after Horace hits Shooter with a Swinging Side Slam that he follows with a Big Boot to get a pinning situation going on Shooter, Ray Ray drags him off the pin! He’s livid and who wouldn’t be, at the ropes as the referee who was out of position to see it still warns Shooter’s boys about shenanigans and that he’s got no problem booting them out of the ringside area should it continue!

Shooter in the meanwhile rolls up Horace with a Schoolboy while he’s distracted but he kicks out at two! He catches Shooter with an Inside Cradle, and Shooter breaks loose only to hit a Reverse DDT! The fans are restless as Ozzie and Ray Ray get more careful with their tricks but the referee is more firmly watching them, though they help Shooter soften up Horace when he gets him trapped against the ropes. Horace faceplants and Shooter goes up for a Springboard 450 Splash but OH! At the last moment Horace rolls out of the way and Shooter Reed eats nothing but mat! The fans are jeering a little as this happens and they cheer Horace as he staggers up to his feet.

The match is nearly academic after this, despite Ozzie and Ray Ray still attempting to help Shooter, finally Horace gets him caught up for his Sit Out Black Tiger Bomb, Soul 2 Soul! The impact is stunning and Horace floats over, hooks the leg, and makes the pin for the win!)

WINNER: HORACE JACKSON via PINFALL @ 4 minutes, 32 seconds.

ALPINE: The odds were stacked against Horace from the start but he still manages to pick up a win here tonight.

RODZ: Shooter looks pissed, but… no, wait, what’s he doing?

(In the ring, Shooter puts a smile on his face and looks up at Horace after the referee raises his hand in victory. He gets up and tells Horace that he got him fair and square, and what’s more? He passes the test! Horace looks skeptical as Shooter explains he can use a smart enforcer in his crew… and asks him what he thinks of that! The fans buzz unhappily as Horace thinks about it then walks up like he might actually attack Shooter who looks nervous. But instead at the last second he shakes his hand as the fans start to boo and Shooter grins.)

RODZ: Looks like Shooter just made himself a friend.

ALPINE: A big one at that. Recently folks Slaine went on a signing spree, signing three new talents to PW. One of them, James Edwards sent us in a promo. Let's take a look at a young man by the name of James Edwards.

(The camera work is shaky. The video quality isn't much either. The face in the picture is pretty average, honestly. It's covered in two-day-old fluff and crowned with a coal black ball cap with the sunshine yellow insignia of the Pittsburgh Pirates front and center. The lips are pursed pencil thin. The eyes stand out, though, steel-blue and flashing with an unmistakable aura of determination. This is James Edwards, Phoenix Wrestling's newest signee.)

James Edwards: I didn't want my first impression for Phoenix to be over some Twitter horseshit with its champion, but here we are. Bitch can't--

(He sinks his top teeth into the flesh of his lower lip. The second impression can't go south.)

James Edwards: That ain't what I'm about. I don't have some clever sayin' to go on a t-shirt. I tweet because I have, not because I want to. I don't even fight to get noticed, man. You wanna know what I'm about?

(The silence counts as an affirmative "yes," at least to James.)

James Edwards: Feet and fists. I wanna make an impression, I got out to the ring, and I hit somebody over and over until they don't get up. Occasionally, I'll mix it up and drop em' on their head or choke em' out. It ain't pretty. It ain't something I want your kids to look up to me for doing. But it's who I am.

(He pauses and replays the words in his head. They are his truth, his violent gospel to the world.)

James Edwards: All I ask for is an opportunity. Let me show what I can do against the best fighters Phoenix Wrestling has to offer, and I promise I won't waste it. I swear on my honor; I'll make a helluva good impression in the flesh.

(His eyes flash vulnerability for a moment. They beg for his desire to become a reality; a rare show of softness before they morph back into orbs of hardened steel. Cut back to the booth.)

ALPINE: Damn, that kid is intense.

RODZ: Ya gotta be if ya wanna be a winner around here. Hear that Vinny?

ALPINE: Vin Bell has been on a losing streak lately, but is hoping to turn it around against his former partner. Can he succeed?

'Dreadnought' Vin Bell vs. 'The Personification of Class' Giles Whitmor

(With the start of the match, the animosity built up from the past several weeks came to a severe boil over and for Vin, he was looking to prove more than his worth to his now enemy, Giles Whitmor. The two just began pummeling each other, back and forths punches. Took the referee to intervene and break it up and that gave Giles the quick strike opportunity that he followed with a German suplex, putting Vin down quickly but the 'Dreadnought' Vin Bell wasn't going to go down easily. Giles immediately went for his Superkick but his left foot got caught and it all led to a downward spiral that included a powering Powerbomb from Vin that followed with a cover. KICKOUT at 2 for Giles. Vin continues his plot of dominance, just showcasing his strength along with vengeance on his mind. Repeating Clotheslines followed, yelling at Giles in the process.)

(Oh well indeed! Vin continued his reign of assault on Giles, giving him everything and more for turning his back on him. Giles, reaching for the towel, assistance or even the Mighty one himself, he reached but nothing came of it as he was picked up and driven onto his back with powerslam. Another close count came of it, at 2. Giles, was still cocky, even with getting beat up. He had his reasons and always one with a plan, Giles planned it well. Reversing out of Vin's stalling Vertical suplex, delivering a Superkick that landed this time...to the chin. He followed with a Curbstomp and on that, Vin let off a tough scream, something no one would ever think to hear from a man of his stature but Giles rolled him over and covered him for what was a 3 in Giles eyes but really a close 3, kicking out at the very last half-second. Giles was up, heated now and ready to strike and when Vin slowly rose to his feet, cringing, holding his jaw, he was less than prepared when Giles struck him dead in the face and jaw with his flying forearm in what he calls "Tea Time" and that was all as he got the 3-count.)

Winner via PINFALL Giles Whitmor @ 09 minutes and 45 seconds!

(As Giles got the victory over Vin Bell, seemingly putting him in more hurt than originally imagined as medics came out to help him. It seemed by him holding his jaw and the slight awkwardness to it, it was shattered. Giles with a microphone, pointed to the back with that cocky smirk of his.)

GILES WHITMOR: It's only a matter of time ladies and gentlemen before these same fists that just shattered that man's jawline meet and greet Lance Winter's chin!

(A gasp of sort came from the crowd, the shots fired towards Lance's direction as Giles continued with his smirky grin.)

GILES WHITMOR: Let what happened tonight be a lesson!

ALPINE: Biting more than he can chew?

RODZ: More than Vin can do right now. Giles is shooting his shot from that often mentioned "Curry Range".

ALPINE: Well let's hope he don't miss. All I will say!

(Dropping the microphone, Giles exited the ring and made his way to the back. We cut to the locker room of Mason's Pulpit, the camera focusing on the pretty but pissed off face of Jade.)

Jade: You are one to talk. I am the Number One Contender for the Rising Phoenix Championship and I still can't get my title shot. I have to sit back and watch Geno get a shot when we have shown time and time again that The Collective is inferior to us.

(Mason listens quitely as he sits with his barbed wire baseball bat, sharpening the barbs.)

Asger: Management hates us. They know the Gods are with us and they are afraid of what we can do here.

(Mason stops fiddling with his bat, placing it on the bench as he stands to his feet.)

Mason: You all need to stop whining. If you want a title shot, you need to go out there and take this place by the balls and fucking demand it. Look at what I did with Cassius. When everyone said that he couldn't be touched; when everyone said that our former Rebirth Champion was invincible; I went out there and I bloodied him the fuck up and showed the entire company that he could be beaten. Now he has been beaten and is no longer in the company.

Jade: But Mason...

Mason: But nothing. Jade get your ass out there and leave Kelli alone and make your intentions known to Lance. Asger and Azazel, go out there and destroy Fin and Twin and make your intentions known. If you aren't willing to do that, then there is no reason to keep bitching.

(Asger and Azazel simply nod before walking out of the locker room. We go to another area backstage, this one showcasing two long time veterans in PW, Fin and Twin. They walk down a hallway on the way to the ring, high fiving staff and looking hyped. Twin shows off some of his fancy footwork for a crowd of ladies as Fin tugs on his ‘WCS World Cup’ shirt with his face plastered on the front.)

Fin: I can’t believe it bro! I get big time match in big time World Cup for big time trophy ! I represent all of Finland with that fight bro !

Twin: That’s because you are the king of Finland . You will do your people proud . 

Fin: Yes !! And tonight we do proud job by facing off against Mason’s psycho friends ! They are tough but if we beat them we could get big time shot !

Twin: Yes brother , this is gateway to success ! We must win !

(The two high five each other and continue on their way to the ring, excited about their upcoming match. Cut to the booth.)

ALPINE: I for one am happy to see a veteran like Fin represent outside PW. For how long he’s been around he should be known for more than just being a PW talent.

RODZ: Come on Freddy, have you seen the field he’s playing in? I’m actually betting money that he’s the fastest first round elimination.

ALPINE: Despicable. The brothers are excited, but they are facing two insane powerhouses. Let’s see if they can pull off the upset!

Mason's Pulpit (Asger and Azazel) vs. The Fin and Twin Connection (The Fin-Nisher and Twin-Nisher)

(An excited Fin begged to start off the action for his team, and Twin obliged by tagging his brother in to the roar of the crowd. Fin got lost in the fan adoration and got blindsided with a big right hand from Azazel. Boos trailed the giant as he stomped Fin down to the mat, mocking him to get to his feet. Fin tried to use the ropes to crawl but found Azazel’s massive boot crushing his throat into them. Azazel broke away at the four count and picked up Fin to his feet. Fin dangled there so Azazel gave him a few slaps to wake him up. That he did as Fin blocked the fourth slap, then leapt up to Azazel’s chin with a jawbreaker, knocking him to his butt! Fin scrambled to his feet and hit a low dropkick, then followed it up with a running grounded Finnish Hammer to Azazel! Twin begged for the tag so Fin tagged him in.

Twin didn’t give Azazel the chance to get up, pelting him with hard kicks to the ribs and back as the monster tried to stand. Slowly Azazel pushed through, absorbing the shots and looking meaner by the second. Twin then went for a punch to the throat, only for Azazel to block, then slap his mitt on Twin’s neck. He looked ready to put him down with the Thor’s Hammer, but Twin delivered a solid kick to the gut followed by an uppercut that made Azazel release. He then took him to the mat with a DDT, followed by a pinfall! Twin only managed a two count before being gorilla pressed off. Twin went for a low kick to Asger’s face only for him to catch it on the ground, stand up with the leg, duck an enziguri, then take Twin to the mat with an elbow drop to the back of the leg! Twin tried to stand but soon found the big man picking him up from the front, aiming him at his corner, then throwing Twin at the pads with a huge belly to belly suplex! “OHHH!!!”s from the crowd as Asger tagged in Azazel.

Azazel got to work hammering down Twin with punches in the corner, softening him up for his partner. Since Asger was still in the ring, Azazel backed up and hard irish whipped him into Twin, who crushed the poor kickboxer with a 400 pound splash! Twin looked ready to hit the mat face first, but Azazel got a shot in of his own with his running big boot, the Damnation! “OHHH!!”s as Twin crumpled to the mat looking nearly out of it. Fin tugged on his tag string, extending his arm desperately toward his brother, but it was no use. Azazel picked up the limp Twin and hoisted him upside down, putting him to rest with his tombstone piledriver, the Hell Raiser! Fin lowered his head in disappointment as Azazel went for the pin.)

WINNERS: Mason’s Pulpit (Asger and Azazel) via PINFALL @ 8 minutes, 28 seconds.

(As the dust settles, Azazel grabs a microphone and makes his way into the center of the ring.)

Azazel: Once again, we have shown that we are a force to be reckoned with in Phoenix Wrestling, and yet not once have we ever gotten our shot to be the Duos Champions. That needs to change. Chris and Mandi, I know you're both still in the building, fondling each other in some dirty locker room somewhere. We have done more then enough to prove that we are the most worthy team to face you for your titles. So tonight, enjoy your win cause next week, we are coming for your titles next Redemption. So don't chicken out like the little bitches you are. Accept our challenge and put those titles on the line against us.

(Azazel lowers the microphone as their music begins to play over the PA-System. Cut to commercial.)

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COMMERCIAL

[Slaine Rodrick]

(We return from the break to see Kelli Torres pounding away at a heavy bag. She’s timing her shots well, aiming for the ‘head’ and ‘midsection’ of the bag with precise shots. However her routine is put to a halt as there’s a knocking on her locker room door. She sighs, not appreciating being interrupted during her pre-match workout. She opens up the door to find her opponent for the evening, Tony Tira standing there.)

Tony: Yeah, I know this ain’t the best time. Being on time ain’t never been a strong trait of mine. But can I have just a few words with you?

(Kelli glares at him for a few seconds, then steps away from the doorway.)

Kelli: Come in.

(Kelli folds her arms, staring at Tony impatiently as he walks into her locker room.)

Tony: Look here Kelli, you’re one tough broad, but I just want to tell you I got your back if that rat Jade tries to sneak her way down to ringside. Mason’s Pulpit are my enemy as well.

(Kelli lightly nods, not lifting her stare off Tony.)

Kelli: Thanks but no thanks, I can defend myself. Besides, you’re not the type of backup I want.

(Tony smirks to the comment, shakes his head, and turns and walks out. Cut to the announce booth.)

RODZ: Rejected!

ALPINE: Well what did he expect? He’s a no good thug.

RODZ: He’s trying to be nice. Can’t we give him points for that?

ALPINE: The only thing I’ll give him points for is being a good striker. So if you want to see a fight folks, you’ve tuned in at the right time!

Kelli Torres vs. Tony Tira

(Tony looked pissed as he stared at his opponent across the ring. The bell rang and the two met in the center of the ring, refusing to touch gloves. Tony started right away with Kelli, pecking at her with jabs. Two got in cleanly before Kelli could start blocking and get on the defense. Tony tried to pressure her to the ropes but she kept him back with a stinging leg kick followed by a clean right cross to the forehead. Tony’s head bounced back, making him smile and get more aggressive on Kelli. Tony pressured in again and tried to bait in Kelli with a cocked and loaded right fist, Dan Henderson style. Kelli took the bait and tried to land a left head kick, but Tony was ready for her with a shoulder catch then a big uppercut bomb to the chin!! “OHHH!!”s from the crowd as Kelli fell to the mat, but popped right back up to her feet.

She began a circle with Tony, threatening him leg kicks if he got too close. She used the twenty second window to clear the cobwebs, and also to catch Tony with a sharp teep kick to the chest that sent him into the corner! An opportunity presented itself to Kelli and she went for it with a running flying knee! Tony luckily blocked the shot, but looked hurt from having a running knee slammed into his forearm. Kelli tried to lock on a plum clinch with Tony but Tony wasn’t about to be put in that position as he locked arms with her and showed his strength, swiveling her into the corner. From there he warmed up her ribs with a flurry of blows, Kelli wincing as she tried to block the hard shots. Tony came up for a big right hook, only for Kelli to duck, take the hip, then try a Judo toss! Tony blocked with his leg though, stopping the attempt.

Tony shoved Kelli away and pegged her with a jab on the come out, causing her to smile to the clean shot. The crowd were on their feet for the rowdy striking affair as Kelli came back with a left cross to the head-right hook to the body-left body kick combo, getting Tony to step back from the hard liver shot. Kelli thought she had him so she ran in for one of her famous flying knees, only to met with a big right hand bomb to the eye from the possum playing Tony! Kelli dropped to her knees, the blow dropping her but not stopping her fight. She struggled for the takedown, eventually getting it and taking Tony’s back. Notorious for having a crap ground game, Tony soon found Kelli latching onto his neck and choking him out with her finisher, the rear naked choke!)

WINNER: Kelli Torres via SUBMISSION @ 9 minutes, 38 seconds.

ALPINE: Wow what a scrap! Tony cracked her hard with that heavy right hand of his. I thought she was going to go out!

RODZ: Kelli is a warrior, plain and simple. Most men would be comatose from that shot. However, her face now looks like ET.

ALPINE: That is severe swelling to her left eye. She may have a broken orbital bone.

(Boos trail Jade, cutting through Kelli’s theme and forcing her to see her hated nemesis Jade with her one good eye making her way ringside. Jade walks up to the ring mat, places her hands on the apron like she’s going to attack, but then stops and starts laughing maniacally and pointing at Kelli. Kelli looks at Jade with disgust as she holds her left eye, making sobbing gestures with her other hand as she mocks her. Kelli simply meanmugs her, staring daggers through the cocky Jade as she walks to the back after her short mocking session. Suddenly we cut to the back to see Horace Jackson along with Shooter Reed and his gang putting on a stomping on the Fin and Twin Connection! Boos blare through the arena as security tries to pull the men off of the brothers. They back up, acting like they’re done with attacking Fin and Twin. Fin and Twin pick themselves up and brush themselves off, with security giving a little distance. Fin looks hurt as he looks at Horace.)

Fin: Why? I thought we were friends !

(Horace answers that with a smile and a huge lariat that sends Fin flipping 360 degrees in the air then planting on the concrete! Shooter and his crew do a team 3D on Twin, planting him right next to his brother. Security shout for them to back off as Horace approaches Fin.)

Horace: Because I HATE foreigners.

(He then grabs Fin by the neck, picks him up in the air, then SLAMS him on the concrete with a devastating chokeslam! Fin is out cold with security doing all they can to push the big man away from doing any more damage. Shooter, Ozzie, and Ray Ray are stoked, and in turn pat Horace on the back and laugh at the broken brothers. From that dastardly display we go to the frightened face of Hirooki Rajin. He stares at his partner Richard Roque as he wraps his fists on a pine bench.)

Hirooki: I don’t want this match Rich!! I DON’T WANT IT!!

(Richard calmly looks up to the Japanese Tweek.)

Richard: Hirooki I assure you, you are completely safe. I will do all I can to protect you. Trust me, I’ve dealt with these psychopaths before. I know how they work.

(Hirooki spills out words while nervously biting his fingernails.)

Hirooki: Yeah!? What about the Pulpit!!

(A cocky chuckle from Roque as he finishes taping his hands.)

Richard: I got a plan for them.

(He winks at Hirooki and stands from the bench. Cut to ringside.)

Mason Daniels and Jade vs. Hirooki Rajin and Richard Roque

(The match bell rung and from the start, Roque took the lead for his side and the expected matchup against Daniels, you'd thought would happen, SIKE! Mason faked Roque into thinking, leaving him in there against Jade Akana, Lady of Mason's Pulpit and it was no 'gimmie' of a matchup. Roque did get an advantage on the start and after a classic Military Press Slam, it was his for the moment, controlling the match early but the trickster Jade, a trip of the leg changed the situation and like a baton, it went from Roque's hands into Jada's and she was quickly on Roque, stomping him flat, assaulting Roque right in the face. She tagged Mason in and from that point, he was more than ready to deal with a 'downed' Roque. Mason, 'toying' with Roque, talking trash as Hirooki yelled, hoping to be the 'hot tag' recipient. Mason kept that from being a possibility.)

(Strike after strike after strike, Mason had Richard in the palm of his hands, and as he got him up to his feet, he showed his underrated strength, crashing Roque down on the back of his head and neck with an angled backdrop. Mason placing Roque into his corner, shady techniques that brought the referee into play, leading to Jada doing what she did best, capitalizing on that with cheap shots on Roque. Tags between the two were frequent and cheap as Roque was steadily cornered. There weren't many pins but as Mason had the baton again, he went and landed on Roque with the HALO Drop, that got them as far as a deep 2-count. Roque, taking most of the damage, was still hanging and after yet another tag, bringing Jade in, she went to the top rope and went for her Jade Strike, Top Rope Moonsault. Knees were the only thing she caught on the landing. Roque crawled and reached, getting the close hot tag to Hirooki and Rajin attacked a hurt Jade with multiple kick strikes to the gut as now the tide turned yet again, leaving Raijin in charge of things.)

(Raijin kept it going, striking Jade with a Shining Wizard to the face and surprisingly was handling things just fine as Roque was still recovering. The continuous tags of Roque and Raijin, this time was a Double Flapjack. Roque's wounds were still fresh and it cost him in trying to keep up. Jade squeaked through his legs, tagging Daniels and that was seemingly Roque's biggest mistake, allowing Mason to drive from behind with a chop block as he got him to the ground again. Mason continued to drive his knees into the back of Roque, as he dragged his carcass, tagging in Jade as they double-teamed briefly before Jade fully went to take over and so she did for a few and then Roque got away, reaching and again with the tag to Hirooki which he and Jade got into a kicking contest briefly before Jade connected with a Hurricanrana that transcended into a mount of her punching him square in the face. Mason meanwhile entered the ring and just as Roque made it to the apron, he was quickly speared off of it as Mason went through the ropes, taking Roque and himself into the barricade, crashing hard, causing a loud "Oooh!" from the crowd. Jade delivered the "Jade Spike" Tornado Spike DDT cleanly on Raijin, getting the 3-count for the team.)

Winners via PINFALL Jade & Mason Daniels (Mason's Pulpit) @ 13 minutes and 10 seconds!

Mason mounts Richard and launches into a ground and pound assault, raining down vicious fists and forearm shots to Richard's face as Jade ascends to a sitting position on the turnbuckle, waiting for Hirooki to rise. When he does, she leaps off and drives him head first into the mat with the Jade Spike! The impact sends Hirooki rolling out to the floor face first. Jade follows him out and begins laying the boots to Hirooki's back and ribs. Back in the ring, the 'Dean Of Extreme' hauls Richard to his feet and tosses him over the top rope to the outside. Climbing out through the ropes after him, Mason crouches, waiting for Richard to get to his feet. When he does, Mason charges and spears Richard into the barricade! Both men bounce off the unyielding barrier, eliciting a collective "OHHH!" from the audience before the boos shower down on the post-match shenanigans of Mason and Jade.

ALPINE: We've seen the destructive force of Mason's Pulpit before, but he and Jade are taking the violence to another level! We need security out here now!

RODZ: At Tempest 2, the poster child for 'roid rage and his posse made a clean sweep of their opponents and they didn't get the respect they felt they deserved. Mason's sending a message to Seth Black and everyone in the locker room that if Mason's Pulpit doesn't have your respect, they'll beat it out of you along with your blood and internal organs. Case in point. Richard and Hirooki are about to get messed over in the worst way! I love it!

ALPINE: Oh, God! Not the barb-wire bat! Somebody's gotta stop this!

Mason has rolled to his feet and begins rummaging underneath the ring apron as Jade continues to curb stomp Hirooki. An evil grin crosses Mason's faces as he brings his barb-wire bat out from under the ring and lifts it into the air, eliciting a collective cry of alarm from the fans. He points the business end of the bat toward Richard, who is helpless and slumped in sitting position against the barricade. Suddenly, the lights go out all over the arena and in the ring. After a few moments, the ring lights come back on and Richard and Hirooki are gone. Jade has a confused look on her face, Mason a pissed off look on his.

ALPINE: Just like at Tempest 2! Roque and Hirooki are gone.

RODZ: The question is...who rescued them? And another question...is it who I think it is?

As Mason stalks the ringside area like a caged tiger, a spotlight shines down into the stands, illuminating a man with shoulder length dark hair wearing blue jeans and a black T-shirt with the words 'DARK STAR' in white block lettering. A massive pop resonates through the building as those long time fans recognize who is standing among them.

ALPINE: It IS him! Rowyn Starr.....is HERE!

RODZ: I'm almost speechless! Mason ended that man's career a year ago, but ghosts from the past can come back to haunt you. Rowyn has returned! And he's not taken his eyes off Mason.

As the cheers from the crowd decrease Rowyn slowly produces a microphone from his back pocket, his stoic gaze locked on the leader of Mason's pulpit.

Rowyn: Mason Daniels! You and I have unfinished business! Last year, with help from my sister, you scalped me and almost ended my career. I'd hoped my defeat and humiliation that night would quench your need for vengeance, but it only fanned the flames of rampage. Ever since, you and your buddies have been a tornado of disaster for Phoenix Wrestling. I'm tired of it, Mason, and I'm tired of you. That destructive path you're blazing...it stops now. Once, and for all.

Mason immediately grabs a microphone from the timekeeper's area. He looks out at Rowyn standing in the crowd, eyes filled with hatred.

Mason: YOU SON OF A BITCH! You've stuck your nose where it doesn't belong for the last time! Now I'm not going to just break it...I'm going to cut it right off your cigar store Indian face and I'm going to do it right here in this ring. I want your ass next Redemption. You and me, one on one!

The crowd pops at the challenge Mason has just laid down. A smirk crosses Rowyn's face as he stares back at Mason. The spotlight suddenly goes dark. A few moments later, all of the lights come back up. Rowyn has vanished from the crowd. Mason throws down the microphone in a fit of rage, mouthing obscenities as Jade unsuccessfully attempts to get her mentor to calm down. We cut to the back where Geno stands in front of a PW logo backdrop. Incoherent words stutter out of the big man's mouth. As Geno is trying his best to make it through his promo a loud roar of a motorcycle’s engine is heard echoing down the hall. The interviewer and Geno are startled as they look to the side and see the PW Rising Phoenix Champion and President of the infamous biker gang Reapers In Pride, Lance Winters riding up to them. Lance had the championship belt hanging from his neck like a necklace at the moment but didn’t look to be too happy. Not paying an mind to what was going on Lance points to the camera.)

LANCE WINTERS: Hey! Look here Papa Johns I ordered a damn pizza a half fucking hour ago! Don’t you dare expect to get paid because that little shit you sent to deliver it hasn’t got here yet.

(Winters groans.)

LANCE WINTERS: Hell, you’ll be lucky if I send that prick back breathing. I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS HORRIBLE SERVICE! No wonder nobody likes you.

(Lance shakes his head as he rides off muttering to himself angrly. As he does so Geno scowls at him pissed that his interview was ruined.)

Rising Phoenix Championship
Lance Winters vs. Geno ‘Forklift’ Forliti

(As the match begins, Lance tries to erase the look of shock on his face to the in-ring massive size of one Geno Forliti. Lance immediately leaped up to slash Geno across the chest but all he did was anger the beast and the look that was in Geno’s eyes, Lance couldn’t get away fast enough. Tried and failed. Right out of the gate, Geno repaid him with a chest chop the echoed throughout the arena. Tearing the shirt Lance had on off of him, another slashing chop and that showcased red marks. Lance’s body was then tossed around the ring, being Biel Thrown to Hell and back. The Rising Phoenix Champ was struggling early in the match, crawling on his knees for a way out but Geno had him, kicking him right in the midsection as he was on all-fours back into the middle of the ring. Lance, one who usually always find a way out was stuck in.)

(After suffering Geno’s right foot pressed down onto his chest for a pin, he kicked out at 2 and that almost seemed like the end was near but he was still kicking and as long as he had that, he was fine. Geno continued to test his will, again throwing him across the ring like a doll. Lance rolled his way out of the ring, using almost all of the 10-count before getting back in, just to get a breather, a reset. Geno wasn’t finished as he grabbed him upon entry by the throat, raised him up for what looked to be a chokeslam but a poke to the eyes led to a loud yelp from the giant, releasing Lance in the process and with that small opening, he went straight to the bottom, attacking Geno’s limbs with repetitive Chop block shots to the left leg and knee. Ball was in Lance’s court and he did not disappoint, slapping the giant in the face, as he focused on his limbs heavily. Without lower strength, there’s minimal power and for the big man, he was in a suffering spot. A Shining Wizard to the dome led to a pin attempt before Geno kicked out just at 2-count. Lance was seeking for the next move as he had the Giant temporarily.)

(Much of Lance’s regular moves was out of play thanks to what he was dealing with but he was a Gambler and taking from the top of the ropes, a missile dropkick to the chest of a ‘stirring’ Geno, put him right back to the mat and Lance had some control but cockiness would soon be his fall, smack-talking Geno, yelling in his face, led way to Geno’s hands choking him around the neck and with that came a thunderous Chokeslam. Lance, smartly, rolling again to the outside as Geno limped, trying to retain him in-ring. Lance slowly crawled around ringside, again using most of the count but sneakily, he reached for a steel chair and bringing it into the ring, looking for an alternative to keep his title the cheap way, the referee was quick to wrestle it from out of his grasp. Geno went for Lance’s throat and in return, got a swift kick to his Giant Blue Oysters that put him to his knees forreal and allowed Lance to put him away with his Double-Armed DDT as he happily covered the giant for the three-count!)

WINNER via PINFALL ... AND STILL RISING PHOENIX CHAMPION, LANCE WINTERS @ 9 minutes and 55 seconds!

(After the ringing of the bell, Lance was up, using the ropes to lift himself as he was given his Rising Phoenix title back after retaining. He wore a crooked grin on his face, rubbing his jaw and his neck as he was up on his feet, resting on the ropes. Look of satisfaction was there as he watched the Giant Geno remain on the mat in the ring being checked on. Shinedown’s “Cut the Cord” came into play, highly alerting the Champ as he looked around with it playing a bit lengthy.)

ALPINE: Mason’s Pulpit music!

RODZ: Look, it’s Jade! Up there in the aisle!

(With no sight of anyone until cameras picked up the First Lady of “Mason’s Pulpit”, Jade Akana in the aisle, eyes aiming straight into the ring. Lance picked up the location and began smiling, waving his hands towards Jade, who wasn’t looking in a ‘welcoming’ mood.)

ALPINE: Jade seems to have taken Mason’s words to heart and putting Lance on notice, right here and right now!

RODZ: Lance just took down a Giant behemoth of The Collective. Jade better come packing some serious heat!

(Jade’s eyes remain on Lance, staring him down intensely the entire time, pointing at his Rising Phoenix Championship before things headed to commercial break.)

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(The camera fades in backstage. Phoenix Wrestling Interviewer, Kiki Hirayama, is standing in the hallway. She gives the cameraman a small nod.)

KIKI HIRAYAMA: Hey there Phoenix faithful! I’m Kiki Hirayama, bringing you all the news and happenings. And tonight I’m joined by a special guest, someone I haven’t had the chance to speak to yet. She and Frisky D headlined Tempest II in a grueling Iron Woman match. May I present to you, Nina Stokes!

(The camera pans over to the right. Nina Stokes stands there dressed in Nike training gear. She gives a small wave before she turns towards Kiki.)

NINA STOKES: What’s going on? Thanks for speaking to me.

KIKI HIRAYAMA: No, thank you.

(Kiki nods.)

KIKI HIRAYAMA: Well, I guess we should just jump right in. As I just mentioned, you and Frisky D battled each other in the main event for nearly sixty-five minutes. And in the end, you were able to blast her with that patented kick of yours and seal the deal. What did that moment feel like?

NINA STOKES: To be honest, the feeling was indescribable. But, I’ll do my best to put it into words.

(Nina takes a second to compose her thoughts before she begins.)

NINA STOKES: A lot of wrestlers will jump in front of the camera and make it seem like everything in their life is fine and perfect. They’ll make it seem like they don’t have a worry in the world. That aint me. My fans love me because I’m always real with them. So, allow me to be real in front of everyone right now…

NINA STOKES: I failed and came up short a few times here in Phoenix Wrestling. Did I perform well each time I entered the ring? Yeah, I did. However, we all know that the victor is the one who gets to write history. And I grew tired of other people having control of how my return to wrestling was being written. I knew that I couldn’t slip up; I knew that couldn’t fail again. I put a lot of pressure on myself to perform that night. That was something I had to do; it was a match I HAD to win. And I was able to do so. I used some shot-clock cheese and pulled it out in the last few moments.

(She pauses for a second.)

NINA STOKES: Frisky D is a young and hungry competitor. And truth be told, she’s had my number for awhile. It felt good to be able to return the favor. However, that match wasn’t just about defeating my rival. No…

NINA STOKES: It was also about proving something to myself. I needed to prove to myself that I could still kick it into high gear. I needed to prove to myself that I could compete on that grand stage. I needed to prove to myself that I was still elite. And I was able to do all that I was able to at Tempest II.

(She nods.)

NINA STOKES: So yeah, winning that match was something special.

(Kiki nods her head in understanding.)

KIKI HIRAYAMA: Well, congrats to you once again. And congrats to Frisky D as well. That’s going to be a match that people will be talking about for a long time.

NINA STOKES: Yeah, hopefully so.

KIKI HIRAYAMA: And as everyone knows, Frisky D was the number one contender to the Phoenix Wrestling Rebirth Championship going into that match up. By beating her, you’ve skyrocketed yourself up the rankings and earned contendership yourself. How does it feel?

(Nina lets out a small laugh.)

NINA STOKES: It feels amazing. I’ve said it before, I didn’t come to Phoenix Wrestling to play around. I came here to fight best and be the best by holding that grand prize. And now? Well, I’m a huge step closer to achieving that goal.

(Kiki nods.)

KIKI HIRAYAMA: That’s great! However, you’ve got no time to rest. You and Frisky D are set to take on Hell is Waiting tonight. What a dangerous duo. Does it feel weird to be tossed right back into the thick of things?

(Nina shakes her head.)

NINA STOKES: Naw, it doesn’t. Being in the thick of things means you’re doing shit right. That’s how I try to view it.

(Nina runs her fingers through her hair.)

NINA STOKES: In regards to facing Hell is Waiting, I’m ready. Aurora? That’s my boo. We hang together. We train together. And by now, everyone in Phoenix should know they are in for a treat when we get in that ring together. There’s going to be some magic if we get into the ring together, I can promise you that. And Masaru?

(She lets out a snort.)

NINA STOKES: Nina Stokes doesn’t forget shit, believe that boo boo. You, Masaru? You can bet your ass your still on my shit list. You’re catching hands on sight. And naw, that’s not a treat—that’s just a fact.

(Nina’s hint of aggression seem to shock Kiki just a little bit, but the interviewer maintains her composure. She nods her head once again.)

KIKI HIRAYAMA: Very strong words. But those strong words show your passion. Nina, thanks for your time.

NINA STOKES: Thank you.

(The camera fades out. Part of tonight's big tag team co-main event Frisky D is standing in her locker room, changed into her ring gear. She's also got an old Supersonics hat on and tilted to the side, and her newly won WCS International Championship slung across her shoulder.)

FRISKY D: Hey guys, uh, first things first you probably noticed I have a new wardrobe accessory.

(She flashes a smile.)

FRISKY D: For those who missed it, I was lucky enough to be selected to rep PW at WCS Global Frontier 9 in an International Championship scramble aaaaannnd I kinda won my first title.

(Frisky reaches across her body with her far hand, tapping the nameplate.)

FRISKY D: Which is pretty cool, won't lie. I'm not gonna rest on having one good night or stay in the past, don't get me wrong. I know the road ahead only gets tougher, especially tonight. Not the first time I've faced HIW and I'm sure it won't be the last, but this might be the most dangerous they've been.

(She tousles her hair a bit.)

FRISKY D: Like their recent setback, I see that as putting a new challenge in front of them so I expect them to be as on point as they've ever been. But the good thing is, for the most part I haven't really had any easy matches. My dark match tryout was Seth Iser who's off doing big things elsewhere, not some local enhancement schlub. My whole thing has been getting made better by facing really good competition. And for someone who isn't really a “good wrestler"--

(She makes air quotes with her fingers.)

FRISKY D: -- even by my own estimation, I think I've done pretty well for myself because I'm a scrapper. Plus, this is probably the most in tune I've felt with my own tag partner. I mean, you wrestle someone for over an hour you learn their tendencies pretty well.

(A shrug follows.)

FRISKY D: Plus I think I'm in a better headspace than I've been in for a while. Getting a title win under my belt is eliminating some of the questioning myself, not the wanting to improve, but the doubts where I might've been holding myself back. Which is good, because I think I was my own worst enemy at Winter Warfare and if Slaine is planning a big multi-person elimination title match like it's rumored? Entering something like that with that kind of self-doubt would be the type of thing that gets you eliminated first.

(She starts walking forward.)

FRISKY D: So right now it's just keep my head down, keep pushing forward and keep putting myself in positions to succeed. Hate to go all cliche sports lingo, but ya.

(A peace sign is flashed and we fade away.)

Hell Is Waiting (Masaru Inoue and Aurora) vs. Nina Stokes and Frisky D.

(The two teams came down, the fans are hot and popping like Jiffy Pop in anticipation for what they expect to go down. Aurora and Nina start off the match with a bit of that sort of warrior fistbump she and Masaru like to do, as everyone is aware they’re close. Nina glares a little at Masaru but that’s to be expected, and Frisky just looks so excited and eager to go that she can’t seem to stay still on the apron. And away we go, as Aurora and Nina lock up and Nina gets in some good Muay thai style knees, winding Aurora a little but she slips Nina’s hold and drops her with a Reverse DDT! Aurora pins - but mostly just to get Nina to expend energy as she laughs a bit as Nina kicks out. The pair scuffle on the mat but Aurora breaks free with a hard knee to the ribs when Nina tries to flip her to start a Hammerlock, as Aurora is aware of how good Nina can be with that sort of thing.

Neither is truly in the driver’s seat during this portion of the match, trading strikes and kicks before Aurora dodges a Flying Armbar attempt and whips around for a Bicycle Kick! Nina is close to her corner however and Frisky is able to tag in. She hops on over fast with a Crossbody check to drop Aurora to the mat, and follows up with a Wheelbarrow Bulldog! There’s a gasp as Frisky stacks Aurora up but she manages to break the pin even as Masaru dives in to smoosh Frisky to the mat. He rolls out before the referee can warn him and the match goes on. Aurora and Masaru engage in a bit of smooth tag team work, keeping Frisky isolated but keeping it fair as for them this is a friendly match.

Nina and Masaru though are a little darker, both really pulling out the hard stops as Frisky and Aurora try to encourage their partners. This time it’s Masaru cut off and Aurora makes a save with a surprise top rope Senton that smashes both of them. She and Frisky get into it on the apron and Frisky sweeps her legs, dropping her off the side and just in time to tag herself in for Nina! They double team Masaru with a pair of kicks and he drops, Frisky backs up and waits for him to start to rise as she rushes in for her Spanish Inquisition, kicks him in the gut but when he bends and she moves to grab his head for her version of a Stunner, Masaru evades and wheels around with the Kill Shot! Out of nowhere that Shin Kick takes out Frisky and Aurora keeps Nina back long enough for Masaru to get the three.

After the referee raises their hands in victory, Aurora moves to talk to both Nina and Frisky before she turns back to celebrate with Masaru.)

WINNER: HELL IS WAITING via PINFALL @ 18 minutes, 22 seconds.

ALPINE: That was one HELL of a match, that could easily have gone either way but Masaru was just a little too quick with that devastating kick of his.

RODZ: I see what you did there, Alps. What’s all this then…?

(Twisted Nerve cuts off and is replaced by Time (Yelhigh! Remix) by Satellite Empire and there’s a wave of cheers as the Phoenix Wrestling Rebirth Champion steps out onto the stage. In the ring Masaru and Aurora stand shoulder to shoulder, slightly curious looks on their faces as Anastasia Starling steps out, a bounce in her step and she waves to the fans. She gives a little applause for the four wrestlers down in the ring before she plucks a microphone out of her ring jacket’s pocket and starts to speak, her music fading out.)

ANASTASIA STARLING: Tonight, here in just a few minutes I has a match for this.

(She pats her Rebirth Championship title belt, a fond look on her face before she looks back up at Aurora and Masaru in the ring.)

ANASTASIA STARLING: Against a namby-pamby, unable to speak-easy while hiding behind his Bugsy Malone wannabes Frankie Starlight. But. But there’s something else important on my mind. I need more. I’m a fighting champion, not just a Songbird. And my next challenge, should all go well as it should tonight?

(The fans blow up, they’re anticipating of course what Ana will say and some are starting a little chant, but Ana’s head goes up as she lifts her hand, balanced dead between Aurora and Masaru where they stand down in the ring. She then dramatically turns and points at Masaru Inoue! There’s a pause of confusion as Alpine and Rodz look at each other and she points again, clearly at the Maz-O-Chist!)

ANASTASIA STARLING: It's been haunting me since the Iron King, what happened with Masaru and me. I worked so hard, I wanted to be as good as Mama with striking and I'm almost... I'm almost there. You....Are the best kick striker in this business. Maybe... ever. And our match in Iron King, it wasn't satifysing because of the rules. I want... I want to prove this to myself, and you. You is the bar, and I'm ready to jump over you. I'm going to put the Rebirth title on the line, and show you and everyone else how serious I am about this! What do you say, Masaru Inoue, you want to dance?

(Aurora leans in and whispers in Masaru’s ear, they have an animated bit of conversation as Olly flies around them in a big looping circle. After a bit he nods, and he gestures for a microphone of his own, a look of unholy glee on his face.)

MASARU INOUE: Be careful what you wish for… because your wish is granted!

(Anastasia nods, a pleased grin on her lips as Masaru tosses his microphone before he and Aurora exit the ringside area, Frisky D and Nina soon following as the fans are abuzz with what’s happened.)

ALPINE: This is HUGE!

RODZ: Hopefully our Rebirth Champion hasn’t bitten off more than she can chew, Maz is a former World Champion before he ever turned to tag teams with Aurora.

Frankie: Can you believe this friggin’ horse shit?!

(Frankie Starlight is pacing in front of a monitor in his locker room, scowling down as he watches Masaru Inoue earn the next opportunity.)

Frankie: What the fuck! How is bird girl gonna disrespect me like that? I’m tellin’ ya guys, I’m tired of being overlooked around here. We’ve brought Hell Is Waiting to hell and back. We’ve taken Mason’s Pulpit, and put them in the fuckin’ garbage where they belong. There’s not one big name we can’t fuck up here, and I’m fuckin’ sick of it! I’m tired of being looked as a nobody, as someone that can’t be a contender around here. That’s why I made that challenge to bird girl, because I fuckin’ deserve to be a contender! Just because I never held a title in my career doesn’t mean I’m not a main eventer. Tonight I show Anastasia what I’m made of!

(Tony sees his boy getting worked up so he puts on his best soothing voice.)

Tony: I got all the faith in the world in you Frankie. Just keep your cool, this chick’s a professional. You get emotional out there, you make mistakes. She will capitalize.

(Frankie sighs, nods his head, and makes his way out of the locker room.)

Tony: Take that title back to the Collective brothah!!

(We cut to the announce booth.)

ALPINE: Anastasia made a bold statement at the beginning of the show, and is looking to prove that she is indeed a fighting champion in PW. First in line is Frankie Starlight, who seems to think Anastasia is overlooking him.

RODZ: Well this is Anastasia Starling we’re talking about. Raised in wrestling royalty. Has had a title around her waist for pretty much her entire PW career. You can’t blame her for looking past a burnt pork chop like Frankie and onto a big juicy steak like Masaru.

ALPINE: Masaru is a definite threat to her title reign, no question, but Frankie is a very dangerous, devious young man that will do anything to get the win. Will his tactics prove successful? Let’s find out!

MAIN EVENT

Rebirth Championship

Anastasia Starling(c) vs. Frankie Starlight

(Frankie decided to start off the match with the element of surprise. As Anastasia was taking off her ringmaster jacket Frankie darted out of his corner at the champ! However she caught his running yakuza kick attempt with her jacket, then took him to the mat with a jacket aided dragon screw leg whip! Ana looked to Oz Oxford Jr. and asked for the bell to be rang. The match officially started and Anastasia made use of the jacket still tied up with Frankie’s leg. She grabbed one of his crazy legs aiming for an upkick, grabbed his jacketed leg, then tied the two together! Frankie tried to loosen up the knot but Anastasia grabbed his hand, slapped it, and screamed “NAUGHTY!!” in his face before waylaying him to the mat with a huge slap to the face!! “OHHHH!!”s and laughter from the crowd as Ana hit the ropes and returned with a big grounded dropkick that knocked the red faced Frankie to the mat! The censor had his work cut out for him as a frustrated Frankie dropped F bombs. Anastasia couldn’t care less as she leapt to the top rope, landed perfectly, then dropped down for a split legged moonsault pinfall! Frankie shoulder shrugged his way out with a two count, then smartly rolled to the outside. Immediately he loosened the knot on his legs, throwing the jacket into the crowd and causing a near crowd riot for Anastasia’s prized ringmaster jacket. Then he dug his hand into his inner jacket pocket, bringing on the boos of the crowd.)

ALPINE: Just when Frankie had to please the crowd, he had to piss them off right after.

RODZ: He hates the fans, you should know this by now Alpo.

ALPINE: I just don’t understand why he has to resort to tactics like this every match.

RODZ: In wrestling it doesn’t matter what road you take. As long as you get to your destination.

(Anastasia timed him on the outside, going for her Triple T DDT. As soon as she hit the baseball slide Frankie was ready for her with a brass knuckle shot to the forehead, planting her to the outer mat! The crowd heavily booed Frankie as he slipped the knucks back into his jacket, luckily avoiding Oz seeing such a shot. Anastasia was loopy from the shot, leaving her in the hands of Frankie Starlight who sended her smashing into the steel steps! They rattled out of their base, leaving Ana slumped as Oz shouted for them to return to the ring. Frankie wasn’t done having his fun yet as he sprung off the guardrail and landed a double stomp to Ana as she tried to stand. Frankie was going to attack more but stopped to get in the face of a passionate male fan wearing a ‘TOO TWEET’ t-shirt. The jaw jacking cost him as Ana used the opportunity to roll into the ring and pull to her feet using the ropes. Frankie noticed her a little too late as he turned around, getting caught right in the face with a slingshot dropkick! Frankie clattered against the steel guardrail, and Anastasia made the most of the opportunity. She hit the opposite ropes, then came off the top rope with a springboard double knee somersault to the chest, crushing Frankie’s back against guardrail! “TOO TWEET!!” followed Anastasia as she threw Frankie into the ring. Once in the ring she stood for a moment holding the top rope, still feeling that skull shaking brass knuckle shot from earlier.)

ALPINE: Anastasia is taking the fight to Frankie, but he seems to have taken a step out of her with that illegal brass knuckle shot.

RODZ: How many times do I have to tell you? It’s only illegal if that fat bastard Oz sees it!

(Ana saw Frankie picking himself up and she got back on track. She picked him up and chopped him in the chest, getting “WOOS!!” before following up with a shiranui attempt. Frankie shoved her off, then threw her to the ropes. She moonsaulted off the top rope over the running Frankie, who hit the opposite ropes with the intention of returning for a shotgun dropkick. Anastasia did the splits just in time, ducking the shot then springing to her feet for a standing moonsault just as Frankie tried to stand! Frankie shoved her off at the two count and rolled to the outside a frustrated mess. Ana this time asked the ref to count, not wanting to get suckered into one of his traps. Frankie rolled in at the seven count. Anastasia went to pick him up by his hair, but Frankie caught her off guard with a crotch punch followed by a tight pull, tossing her to the outside! Quickly he followed up by stepping out onto the apron, waiting for her to stand, then diving onto her with a double stomp to the chest!! “OHHHS!!” from the crowd as the pissed and motivated Frankie rolled back into the ring and scouted Ana, all while getting warned by Oz for his dirty tactics. As soon as the coughing Ana stood Frankie came racing at her, diving onto her with no hands senton dive to the outside! The crowd hated Frankie, but couldn’t help but cheer for the clean move. Frankie took the wind knocked out Anastasia and threw her into the ring, then looked to the top rope. That look is followed by heavy boos from the crowd.)

ALPINE: Oh god. Please don’t tell me this goon has an opportunity to win the belt!

RODZ: Starlight is two seconds away from double stomping Ana’s chest clean in!

(Frankie ascended the top rope, looked back for positioning, then dived off the top rope for the Starlight Express!! A huge sigh of relief from the crowd as Ana moved, causing Frankie to miss! The pissed Frankie yanked Anastasia to her feet, hit the ropes, then returned for a shotgun dropkick! However he didn’t wait for the welfare checking Oz to move out of the way, and he got hit in the back with the kick! Boos from the crowd as Oz immediately disqualified Frankie.)

WINNER, AND STILL CHAMPION: Anastasia Starling via DISQUALIFICATION @ 14 minutes, 11 seconds.

(‘Time’ plays over the PA as Frankie looks ready to rip off Oz’s head. Luckily Tony and Geno run down just in time, dragging their stablemate out of the ring a kicking and screaming mess. They force him to the back as he tirades, all while Anastasia holds her PW Rebirth Championship high.)

ALPINE: A successful defense for Anastasia, but probably not in the way she wanted.

RODZ: Gee, ya think? Oz needs to get the fuck out of the way when there’s a match going on!

ALPINE: Anastasia just got the wind knocked out of her. Why can’t the officiate do his job and see if she’s still clear to wrestle?

RODZ: Because he weighs over 400 pounds and can’t see his dick when he takes a piss.

ALPINE: Whatever, I feel he was justified. Up next we got the hottest young couple in PW, Mandi and Chris Andrew about to celebrate their big Duos title win over Hell Is Waiting!

RODZ: Chris finally did it. Dude finally found himself a good partner, in more than one way.

ALPINE: That he did Johnny. Hubba hubba.

(Ana holds her title up one last time to the crowd before disappearing to the back. Soon after ‘Renegade Cavalcade’ by Ash hits as the new Duos Champions come down to the ring. Ring crew scatter as they quick set up the ring with a red carpet and a decorative collage of their big win. The Duos titles are around Chris and Mandi’s waists, looking bright and shiny. They were smiling ready to celebrate winning the titles. They both get into the ring, as Chris helps Mandi into it. They are both handed mics, as the crowd is cheering for them. Once the music, and crowd dies down, Mandi brings the mic up to her mouth.)

Mandi Andrew: Thank you everyone. We finally did it, we won the duos titles. It was a long road, but we did it. Best part about it is we did it together. We knew taking out the third party, and we could do it. Ones who doubted us, you all were proven wrong. 

Chris Andrew: A long year this has been at trying to get the titles. I went through a lot, had other partners, and still couldn’t capture them. Now I have the best partner I could ask for, and we won them. We put in the hard work, and overcame everything thrown at us. 

(Mandi and Chris look at each other as they smile.)

Mandi Andrew: We are ready to defend the titles against anyone, and everyone. It doesn’t matter who it is. We don’t want to back down from anyone, we won’t back down from anyone. Mason’s Pulpit want a shot? Well then next Redemption, they get their shot. We are ready for them.

(Suddenly ‘Nice Work If You Can Get It’ by Frank Sinatra hits and out through the curtains come the Collective. Tony is leading the charge, holding a mic and staring down Chris and Mandi as the boos rain down. He looks to the sound booth for a theme song cut, and he gets it.)

Tony: You know that’s friggen’ bullshit right? Those two kooky goth goons don’t deserve a shot over us. Geno and I…

(Tony slaps Geno in his broad chest.)

Tony: We are the rightful contenders! Who the fuck you think you are giving them a shot first!?

(Before either can answer, Frankie walks over to a dolly used to move in the set for Chris and Mandi’s celebration. He picks it up and chucks it into the ring, coming inches from hitting Mandi in the face! The crowd heavily boos Frankie for his actions as he hops up on the apron, looking to take out his aggression from earlier on Chris and Mandi. Chris stops this quick with a big roundhouse kick, knocking Frankie off the apron in the hands of Tony and Geno! This brief opportunity allows the champs to escape through the crowd, the fans patting them on the back the whole way.)

ALPINE: Well so much for this elaborate celebration. These jerk faces had to go ruin it.

RODZ: Well one thing is for sure, the new champs got targets on their backs.

ALPINE: That they do. Folks we’re out of time, but we got a big show coming up soon. What’s that Johnny?

RODZ: SUPERSHOW 2018!!

Alpine: We were due one. Goodnight!

(The show closes with the champs staring down at the pissed Collective from the top of the arena. Fade to PW 2018 logo.)