PW Presents Redemption 124

[Slaine Rodrick]

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Airing LIVE on Evolve Network June 12th @ 7pm PST

Redemption 124

June 12th, 2018

FexEx Forum
Memphis, Tennessee

***ON AIR***

(The glare of a streetlight hits you as soon as the scene plays. Pan out and you see this is one of four in the shot that isn't broken. Scan down and we see three tough looking white dudes walking down the street. Hands in their jackets, looking ready to pull steel at the first person to give them a chance to. Meanmugs from the trio greet the homeless and gang banger community, letting them know they weren't to be trifled with. As they walk along the street you can see the decay of the city even in the minimal light. Cars with duct tape windows, nearly every wall tagged, and garbage lining the sidewalk. The bald leader of the crew kicks a soup can out of his path and into the air, knocking it off camera. He then turns his attention to the camera ahead of him.)

Tony: Look at this fuckin' shitty city.

Frankie: Memphis is fuckin' garbage!

Tony: Better believe it. The Collective deserve better than this. Sure we come from Red Hook, but I tell ya it was nowhere as dirty as this place. And good lord the streets stink like raw elephant shit.

Geno: Red Hook is stinky too.

Tony: It is, but you get used to the smokey fish smell. I could not get used to the smell of this.

(Tony shudders from the nauseating stink then gets down to business.)

Tony: One thing I definitely WON'T get used to, is sitting in park. I hate to say it boys, but for the longest time we have been sitting in park. The Collective needs to claim their rite.

(The crew behind him nod quickly so they can go back to scanning both sides of the street for trouble.)

Tony: All the pieces are in place. Frankie has a shot at the Rebirth Championship at Under The Coliseum Lights.

(Frankie breaks into his singing voice, delivering a Sinatraesque...)

Frankie: I'M THE KING OF THE WORLD!!!

(The loud outburst definitely get looks from the hooker population who whistle Frankie's way.)

Tony: You will be soon brotha. But that leaves Geno and I without any gold. We can't have that, can we Geno?

(Geno shakes his head.)

Tony: So before the night is over, WE WILL get our Duos shots. Trust me on that. They can resist giving us shots, saying we're not worthy. Tonight we prove we're the only option.

Frankie: I tell ya Tony, I ain't looking forward to teaming with those two broads tonight. They'll probably double team me. But fuck it, I gotta do anything I can to send a message to Anastasia. I'M going to be the one to outlast all those other jamokes and win her belt. Those two spooky fucks Aurora and Masaru better not get in my way. I haven't forgotten Aurora's DDT, and Masaru better keep away or else he's getting a broken jaw.

Tony: I'm sure you'll do fine Frankie. If they give ya shit we'll get your back. Dickheads, what you're witnessing is the beginning of a takeover. At Under The Coliseum Lights, The Collective will take over Phoenix Wrestling.

(A hard stare into the camera for a few seconds before the cameraman pans up to a broken streetlight. Fade out. We cut to the arena backstage and we see Chase Manni Bryant dancing down the hallway. Blaring some sort of groovy R and B in his beats. Twin walks into the scene and yanks the headphones off, throwing them to the ground. "OHHHH!!"s from the crowd as Twin gets his attention.)

Twin-Nisher: Tonight....you DIE!!

(Chase simply smirks, picks up his headphones, and pats Twin on the shoulder. Twin looks confused as Chase walks away.)

RODZ: Um, Chase, you were just disrespected. Might wanna put up a fight.

ALPINE: I think he's taking the pacifist approach.

RODZ: Not a good approach when facing a drunken kickboxer.

The Twin-Nisher vs. Chase Manni Bryant

(Chase was clearly not sure what to do with the man they call The Kickboxing Legend, as The Twin-Nisher in the opening minutes as Twin hit him in quick succession with a Low Kick and then a sharp Roundhouse Kick, showing off the skills that had taken him to Kickboxing Championships. The fans even gave him a few props as he kept on showing those skills with a rapid fire set of flashy Spinning Back Kicks that rocked young Chase! Unfortunately for Twin however, after these first couple of glorious moments, Manni found his footing and went on the offense, and he clearly had taken what he learned about Twin in those moments and started to use it against him.)

(Chase showed that while Twin was fast, he was faster, he jumped over another Low Kick and came up top for a fast Hurricanrana that took Twin right to the mat! He held on for a pin but miracle of miracles Twin kicked out at two! He tried for more offense then but Chase was in the zone, he ate a couple more kicks then went for a swinging neckbreaker. Twin hit him with a jawbreaker as he favored to the crowd, then superkicked him in the mouth after! Chase stumbled to his feet right into a brutal right roundhouse kick! "OHHHH!!!"s traveled through the crowd as he dropped to the mat, allowing Twin to go for the cover.)

WINNER: Twin-Nisher via PINFALL @ 4 minutes, 12 seconds.

(As Twin celebrates in the ring, we cut back to Fenix looking at the monitor. He shakes his head, sighing out in disappointment. He then looks to the camera.)

Fenix: I expected better out of you Chase. You should've taken that punk with ease. I'm gonna give you a chance to redeem yourself Chase. You and me, Under The Coliseum Lights Seven. Bring your A game bruh. But before I grace those bright lights I gotta deal with that punk Shooter. I sware, if any of his goons try to interfere, they're gonna regret it. I'm taking this fool out, and his little bitches if I have to.

(Cut back to the booth.)

RODZ: Hell yeah Fenix. Go for the easy wins. If Chase is eating pins, beat em' up.

ALPINE: I don't think he looks at him as an easy win. Tonight he faces a man who won't be an easy fight either. Every Shooter match is a three on one.

RODZ: What you call a three on one I call a coordinated effort.

Shooter Reed vs. Fenix Shields

(Ozzie and Ray Ray are a factor in this match from the start, doing everything they can to help out Shooter Reed including tripping Fenix at the ropes, yelling at him to distract him, you name it they are on one and Horace Jackson is right there with him. Oz warned them a few times after he caught Ray Ray starting to put a knee on the apron and for a few moments Fenix was in total control of the match, keeping Shooter reeling and off balance with a CCS Enzuigiri followed by a huge Chimera-plex! He went for a pin after hoisting Shooter on his shoulders for his Devil's Advocate, but before he can bring up the knee to strike the falling Shooter, Ozzie yanked his supporting foot out and he toppled, dropping Reed sloppily to the mat.)

(Referee Oz however had had enough and he went to the ropes, and by God he ejects Ozzie, Ray Ray and Horace Jackson from the ringside area! The fans cheer the referee’s action and Shooter is LIVID, he got up in Oz’s face and yelled at him about disrespecting his Lords of H-Town, and Oz rolled his eyes and told him tough, he was the official in charge! Shooter acted like he might hit Oz and then laughed when he flinched but then? He turned right around into Fenix’s grip for the Devil’s Advocate and somehow Shooter sneaked out and converted it into a rollup out of nowhere!)

WINNER: Shooter Reed via Pinfall @ 6 minutes, 15 seconds

(Shooter’s crew ran back out from the backstage area after the match along with Horace, Shooter got up and sucker punched Fenix as he saw them on the ramp, but Chase ran out from the back too and started beating them down with a chair! Horace tried to Lariat Chase but he ducked and cracked Horace hard with the chair, busting him open. Shooter and his crew then grabbed him away from Chase and carried Horace to the back, jawing as they retreat as Chase pulls out a mic, Fenix back up and looking at him warily.)

CHASE MANNI BRYANT: You and me, Under The Coliseum Lights.

(Fenix looked out to the crowd, smiled, and then he shook Chase’s hand. The two had a few words up close off mic before Chase made his way to the back, Fenix looked on as the cameras went elsewhere. James Edwards stands stone-faced in front of the Phoenix Wrestling logo dressed in his black leather ring jacket and long black and royal blue tights.)

James Edwards: Some things have changed since the last show and some ain't. I got another three-way fight on my hands this week, but this one ain't a placeholder. This fight has real stakes, and it is gonna get me my chance at Lance Winters and the Rising Phoenix Championship. I don't know a helluva lot about the two guys I'm fightin', except one of ain't real thrilled about me being in this position so soon. Right, Giles?

(The tiniest smirk etches its way across Edwards' face.)

James Edwards: So you think you deserve this opportunity more than me? You don't like the fact that I had the balls to ask for it instead of pouting about it backstage? Aight', fine by me, man. You wanna prove that you're the rightful number one contender, beat me tonight. Stomp my head and knock me out instead of stompin' the floor while you throw a tantrum.

(Edwards stops and chuckles.)

James Edwards: What am I even doing askin' a guy like you to step up your game, Giles? It ain't gonna matter any. If two guys who gave me everything they had at the Supershow couldn't get the job done, then your half-hearted ass sure as hell ain't gonna do it. It takes more than a little petty outrage to put the desire of a burning heart out.

(Clap. Clap. Clap. Giles Whitmore enters the frame with a haughty sneer and a sarcastic round of applause for Edwards.)

Giles Whitmore: You've got a lot of confidence for someone who hasn't accomplished anything of note yet. I can't stand unearned confidence. That's why I can't let--

(Whitmore surprises Edwards with a cheap shot below the belt, dropping Edwards to a knee. As the Burning Heart grimaces in pain, Whitmore bends down to taunt the newcomer some more.)

Giles Whitmore: Let's get one thing straight, James, you need to accept your proper station in life. Men like me are destined for glory, men like you will never sniff--

(Edwards lurches forward and surprises Whitmore with a headbutt to the nose, knocking the cocky Brit on the seat of his pants. James doesn't spare him any quarter and pounces, peppering Whitmore with a handful of forearms before security intervenes and separate the two men before the situation gets out of hand. Cut to the booth.)

ALPINE: Save that action for the ring gentlemen!

RODZ: Fuckin' security. Always ruining good backstage scraps.

Triple Threat Qualifier
#1 Contender to the Rising Phoenix Championship
Giles Whitmor vs. Horace Jackson vs. James Edwards

(All three men were in the ring. Giles stared at Horace and the bandage wrap he had on his head, making it stick out like a sore thumb. James stared at both before the bell went and rang. Immediately Horace was bombarded by left and rights right to his head. James attacked quickly ahead of Giles. Elbow shots connected from Edwards to the dome of Horace, as he fell to the canvas on his knees. Edwards, continuing to give good impressions was looking to stay on Horace but Giles pulled him off, hitting quickly with a DDT as he now had Horace to himself, immediately going after the banged up skull, unwrapping the bandage from around it.)

(Giles took it a step overboard, jamming his fists right into the stitched up wounds, opening as his fists soon became bloody. The ref shouted at Giles but Giles was all about evening the odds. Delivering a DDT to Horace as well who was now out of it, blood leaking. James had turned Giles around, popping a knee right into his body before slapping Giles right across the face. Giles returned the favor with the slap as the two embraced in a brawl, going back and forth before James hit his signature “Foxfire” and placing Giles in a Front Guillotine Choke which he struggled a bit to get in. Giles wasn’t giving in so quickly but after time, both had come to a stop after the referee noticed Horace, passed out from extreme amount of blood loss. Cameras were cut off from viewing that angle and just focused on James and Giles who stood confused as the referee called it a “No Contest”.)

NO CONTEST ~ 09 Minutes and 45 Seconds!

(While Giles & James continue to argue while EMT’s check on Horace a couple loud thuds are heard echoing throughout the arena. Once fans turn and notice that the reigning PW Rising Phoenix Champion and President of the infamous biker gang Reaper In Pride, Lance Winters was standing on the stage holding a microphone.) 

LANCE WINTERS: Does this thing work? Testing, testing, 1, 2, 3. Can you hear me?! 

(The crowd boos. Giles and James continue to argue as if they didn’t hear or notice a thing. Lance leans over some with a hand to shade his eyes as if it were actually allowing him to see better. He looks down at Giles and James fighting still. Lance laughs as he raises the microphone back up to his lips. )

LANCE WINTERS: FELLAS, FELLAS!! Are you fighting OVER LITTLE OL’ me?

(Winters waves this off and turns away giggling like a shy girl.) 

LANCE WINTERS: Oh shucks, YOU REALLY KNOW HOW to make me BLUSH. 

(The two stop arguing now as the look towards the stage and see the Rising Phoenix Champion standing there.) 

LANCE WINTERS: FEAR NOT my ADORBZ MUNCHKINS, I bring gifts! Do you wanna know what THEY ARE? 

(He giggles once more.) 

LANCE WINTERS: WEEEEELLLLLLLLLL…..YOU GET A SHOT!!!

(He points to Giles.)

LANCE WINTERS: AND YOU GET A SHOT!!!!

(He then points to James. Lance then swiftly raises up his arms.) 

LANCE WINTERS: YOU ALL GET SHOTS!!!!!!

(Lance begins to jump up and down as if he was celebrating with everyone but nobody was celebrating just booing him and glaring at him.) 

LANCE WINTERS: I bet you’re wondering WHHYYY am I being so nice? WELLLL to answer your QUESTION, James. I SERIOUSLY need some FRESH BODIES to destroy at Under The Coliseum Lights. 

(Winters says with a playful grin.)

LANCE WINTERS: So HERE’S MY suggestion to you both. GO HOME, PRAY TO YOUR POSTERS of me, KISS THEM BEFORE YOU GO NIGHT NIGHT and be thankful THAT YOUR WISH HAS finally came true!

(Lance throws a thumbs up to the two men.)

LANCE WINTERS: I’m A NICE GUY sometimes. It’s JUST THE KIND OF GUY I am, you know? HELL I’M EVEN GRANTING A MAKE A WISH kid TONIGHT! He’s been DREAMING OF MEETING my buddy Grim. I THINK I’M GONNA GIVE HIM A SPECIAL GLIMPSE before he ACTUALLY goes to play with him when its life clock goes DING! 

(Lance looks in the camera.) 

LANCE WINTERS: SEE YA SOON KIDDDDOOO!! And taTA fellas! DREAM OF MEEEEE!!!

(The champion turns and skips off to the back leaving Giles and James standing there. They then turn to one another and begin to star each other down until the scene fades.)

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[Slaine Rodrick]

(Coming back from the break we see Mason wearing a dark, hooded robe in the locker room, all the lights were out and some candles were the only light source around as you could see the rest of The Pulpit is on their knees all around him, forming a circle.)

Mason: Tonight we will crush these misfits.

Pulpit: Crush these misfits.

Mason: We will go down there a make them wish they had never been born.

Pulpit: Wish they had never been born.

Mason: We will punish and destroy all those who have decided to stand against us.

Pulpit: We will punish and destroy.

(Mason then looks to the camera.)

Mason: Rowyn, tonight you and your little gang of misfit toys from the bottom card are going to pay the price for interfering with our affairs. You should have just stayed in retirement and let me run the show around here. Now you have to pay the price. Tonight we will dismantle your entire team, and then after that, you and I will face off for Round Three at Under the Coliseum Lights; and when we do, I am going to crush your dreams once and for all.

Pulpit: Crush your dreams once and for all.

The camera's cut to the back where Chris, and Mandi Andrew are standing. Chris looks at Mandi, as he looked at her with a concern.

Chris: Are you sure about it?

Mandi nods her head, as she looks at him. She looked pretty sure.

Mandi: I am sure. If any of those goons get involved, they are getting a nine iron upside their head. I’m not going to let them screw things up.

Chris: You know they are going to babe. They’re like a pack of hyenas. They are never too far from each other. Where one is, another one is close by.

Mandi sighs softly, as she nods her head.

Mandi: I know…

She looks at him.

Mandi: Still good luck against Tony. Hopefully I won’t have to bash his brains in.

Chris nods his head, as he gives Mandi a hug, and a kiss on the cheek.

Chris: Thank you Mandi. You know no matter what gang tactics that bum resorts to, he’s not gonna get his shot. The Collective shouldn’t be awarded for being pieces of shit. They need to be put in their place, and realize they won’t always be rewarded for their tactics. Ones who should be rewarded, are those who put in the hard work to earn their rewards

Mandi: You are right babe. We are going to make sure they won’t be.

They continue to talk as the cameras cut to the ringside.

ALPINE: I applaud Chris and Mandi for sticking to their guns, and I’m totally on their side with this one. In PW you should earn your way to the top.

RODZ: Are you saying the Collective aren’t deserving? They’re one of the best tag teams here to never hold the gold. I think that’s gonna change real soon.

ALPINE: If I were Tony, I’d worry less about title shots and more about getting your head kicked off into the 4th row by angry Chris Andrew.

Chris Andrew vs. Tony Tira

(Right from the bell ring these two got into their fighting stances and prepared to stand and trade. All the MMA meatheads in the crowd were on their feet to see two of the best strikers in PW go at it. Tony started things off with some peppering jabs that caused Chris to cover up and circle out with a leg kick. Tony walked right through it and started to close the distance with alternating head and body jabs. Chris tried to keep Tony away with his kicks, but Tony’s striking defense was top notch as he blocked quite a few to the body and head. Tony shoved Chris angrily, waving him on and telling him to bring it! This got the crowd hot for the two as Tony started trying to bait Chris in with some feints. Chris took the bait with a spinning roundhouse, which was perfectly ducked by Tony. He responded with a huge uppercut to the chest that lifted Chris up off his feet! “HOLY SHIT!!” from the crowd at the air time Chris got from this punch. Tony’s eyes went wide with joy as he went for the cover.)

1….

2….

(Rope grab. Tony knew he had Chris heavily dazed, so he pulled him away from the ropes. Tony once again went for the cover.)

1….

2….

(Kickout. Tony got in referee Malik Demitrious’s face, demanding a faster count. This allowed Chris to roll to the outside and catch his breath after getting his chest smashed in. A large fist shaped welt formed where Tony landed the bomb. He rested on the apron, waiting for Tony to come close to the ropes. As soon as he did Chris threw a roundhouse kick to Tony’s left shin, knocking him on his ass! Even though his chest was on fire, Chris forced himself to the apron and waited on it, waiting for Tony to stand. As soon as he did Chris sprung off the top and landed a crossbody on Tony, knocking him to the mat! Tony forced himself to his feet, and ate an in ring springboard crossbody! C and M fans were on their feet as Tony finished off the combo with a feint for a springboard, only to land on his feet, kick Tony in the gut, then hit him with the cutthroat neckbreaker! “ANDREW!!” chants were flowing as Chris laid on the mat with Tony, still recuperating.

The chants however summoned him to standing first, and he greeted the standing Tony with a clinch and several hard knees. Tony shoved him away, but Chris fired right back in with a hard liver kick!! The THWAP echoed throughout the arena as the crowd “OHHH!!!”d. Tony backed off after that, and Chris smelled blood. He came in with several hard elbows to the face, with the fourth being a roaring elbow which sent Tony’s back bouncing off the ropes! The dazed and angry Tony returned with a big right haymaker, but the slightly rejuvenated Chris was able to sidestep his bomb, then lay him down with his hard hitting combo PAL!! Tony dropped like a tree as the combo hit clean, leaving Chris with only one thing left to do. He ascended the top rope and nailed the Canyon Dive, leaving a chorus of “OHHHHH!!!!”s in it’s wake.)

1….

2….

3!!!

WINNER: Chris Andrew via PINFALL @ 7 minutes, 34 seconds.

ALPINE: Chris Andrew was looking to be in serious trouble after Tony landed that devastating uppercut to the chest. Somehow this kid recovered and gave Tony a taste of his own medicine.

RODZ: That kid is as tough as they come. One of the best in Phoenix, and he proved it with grit like that tonight.

(‘Renegade Cavalcade’ by Ash plays as a sore Chris Andrew has his hand raised. He drops it shortly after as he’s in a great deal of pain. He clutches his chest as a woozy Tony approaches him. Chris gets into fight mode, but Tony offers a fist bump. The crowd boos Tony hard, letting Chris know not to give this piece of shit props. Chris takes their advice and slaps his hand away, then says a string of inaudible cusswords to the gangster. The crowd lights up as Chris turns and walks away. Tony isn’t about to be disrespected like that, and he slams into Chris with a hard punch to the back! His theme cuts as Chris topples over the top rope to the outer mat with Tony ready to step outside. However Mandi races to ringside with a nine iron cocked, ready to tee off on Tony’s skull. She begs him to come outside, to which he waves to her.)

Tony: See ya later toots.

(Tony exits the ring and walks to the far side of it, avoiding Mandi and her ready to go weapon of choice. Mandi watches him carefully, making sure he disappears behind the curtains before tending to her man. She doesn’t get too long to do that though, as ‘Nice Work If You Can Get It’ by Frank Sinatra plays. She stands up with an eye roll, and looks down the aisle to see the giant Geno ‘Forklift’ Fortliti making his way down to ringside in a low tide of boos. As soon as they make eye contact, he gives her a murder glare and cracked knuckles. Mandi holds her nine iron high, ready to bash in the giant if he dare lay his hands on her before the match. Geno simply stares at her as he walks right past her calmly up the ring steps and into the ring. He takes the center of the ring and stares at Mandi, arms folded and ready to fight. His theme cuts, and ‘I am The Fire’ by Halestorm plays, getting some cheers from the crowd. Mandi takes a deep breath and drops the nine iron, then rolls into the ring for her match.)

ALPINE: Mandi has every right to be concerned, both for her and her husband’s well being.

RODZ: The size difference in this match is insane. Mandi’s got quite the mountain to climb.

Mandi Andrew vs. Geno 'Forklift' Fortliti

(Mandi looked a little bit intimidated at the size difference between her and Geno as she circled around the giant. Geno remained cold and calculated, waiting for the right moment to snatch Mandi. After thirty seconds of feeling out Mandi landed a fast low dropkick to the bad right knee of Geno, getting him to grimace. Just this brief showing of pain is all Mandi needed to get a little bit of confidence. She once again went for a low dropkick to the affected knee, getting Geno to buckle, but pop right back up. The crowd got a loud “BUST HIS KNEE!!” chant going, getting Mandi to smile momentarily. She then ran at Geno, ducked his slow lariat, then sprung off the ropes for another low dropkick to the knee. However Geno was able to avoid the shot and snatch Mandi by her neck, picking her up one handed off the mat! He then hung her with both hands, strangling her as the crowd booed heavily!

Chris had recovered by this time and was screaming for Mandi to kick with all her might. She followed her husband’s advice and landed multiple hard kicks to the chest, with the eighth causing Geno to drop her and catch his breath. Mandi took advantage of the opportunity with a sitout facebuster, followed by a springboard rotating leg drop! She then covered for the pin.)

1….

(Geno launched Mandi off of him with a power press, throwing her four feet into the air! Geno then sat up with grit teeth and looked over to Mandi. He pulled up to his feet but Mandi was much quicker, greeting him with a flurry of punches and elbows as he attempted to stand. The giant absorbed the shots and once again snatched her by the throat, this time lifting her up with ease and crushing her to the mat with a one handed chokeslam!! “OHHHH!!”s from the crowd as Mandi writhed in pain on the mat. Chris slapped the mat near her on the outside, begging her to get to her feet. Geno smirked his way as he grabbed Mandi by the back of her tights and carried her away from him like a child. He then picked her up in a military press, bringing Chris to yank his hair and freak out on the outside. Geno held her up with ease, and looked out to the crowd like he was aiming for a crowd toss. Instead he ran at Chris Andrew and threw Mandi at him! “OHHHH!!”s from the crowd as Chris luckily caught his woman.

Geno waited patiently on the inside, arms folded as Chris absorbed the hit, leaving Mandi to check on her husband briefly before rolling into the ring. Geno stalked towards her in a hunch, trying to catch her as she came in for the low dropkick. So she threw him a curveball with a dropkick to the face, knocking him to the ropes! This left his guard down, so she fired off another big low dropkick to the knee, sending Geno to the mat! Chris stood up and slapped on the apron hard, screaming out for Mandi to take control! The crowd was hot for Mandi as she went to the outer apron and prepared for an aerial maneuver. Geno slowly came to a stand, favoring that wobbly right knee. Mandi sprung off the top for a springboard hurricanrana, but Geno caught her perfectly with that giant mit of his! His massive hand enveloped her face like a facehugger, clamping down for the Fork To The Face! Mandi is paralyzed by the crippling grip strength of Geno as he compressed down on her face. Chris panicked on the outside as Mandi was forced to tap from the brutal submission.)

WINNER: Geno ‘Forklift’ Fortliti via SUBMISSION @ 8 minutes, 05 seconds.

ALPINE: Alright Lennie you can let the move go now! That poor woman!

RODZ: Well that’s one way to send a message.

(The bell rings non-stop as Geno refuses to release the crippling submission. Chris hops on the ring apron, ready to serve some justice but Tony and Frankie are one step ahead of him. They hop out of the crowd hard cam side and yank on Chris’s legs just in time, faceplanting him hard on the apron! The hate flows from the crowd as Chris is a dazed mess checking for missing teeth. Frankie acts quickly and zipties Chris’s arms behind his back as Geno cranks away. Officials enter the ring to try to pry off Geno, but it’s no use. Frankie yanks up on Chris’s head, forcing him to look up to his wife being crushed unconscious by Geno. Trash is being thrown into the ring from this villandry, with Tony soaking it up as he requests a mic. He gets it and screams at the bound Chris.)

Tony: I can have him crush her fuckin’ skull Chris!! Do you want that!?

(Chris threatens Tony with red faced fury.)

Tony: Geno rips phone books in half and crushes billiard balls for fun. Imagine what he’ll do to her pretty face?

(He’s incredibly pissed, but also desperate for his woman not to be hurt.)

Chris: WHAT DO YOU WANT!?

Tony: You know what I want bitch boy. Give Geno and I fuckin’ shots at the belts!

Chris: FINE! WHATEVER! JUST RELEASE HER!!

(Tony laughs as the crowd boos their heads off.)

Tony: Hey Geno, let her go.

(The giant smiles as he drops the unconscious Mandi Andrew to the mat. Geno walks to the outside calmly, high fiving his gang before they make their way to the back with pride. Chris stands up and rolls into the ring, screaming for medics to help his wife. EMT’s come out right away, aiding to Mandi as Chris hovers over her with his hands tied behind his back.)

ALPINE: That was just disgusting. Do you really gotta stoop that low to get a title shot?

RODZ: It’s a downright filthy tactic. But I’ll flat out admit that it works like a charm.

As the cameras cut backstage, the door to a bathroom is centered in the screen. A faint sound of power flushing coming from within as brief moments pass. The door is pulled open with force as Jason Cashe steps out into the hallway backstage of a PW Show. He greets the camera with a nod.

CASHE: Yeeeeoooo! Who decides on the toilet paper? Does that come out of stadium money or PDub funds?

Behind the camera, a shaky voice responds.

CAMERAMAN: I-I have no idea..

Shaking his head as it he gives the squeak of the floors beneath his feet a glance. He looks back up and a smile has started to form.

CASHE: Well shit… Whoever picked 3 ply deserves some recognition. You rarely see quality in the TP at shows anymore. I guess it’s a good thing I just signed a contract with Phoenix Wrestling huh?

Lifting up in position, bouncing on his tippy toes. Cashe shows a bit excitement. His voice heightens as he continues.

CASHE: Change? Change is GOOD! See the last 5 years or so, I was busting my ass where most people either keep their distance from or bring more guns to the shoot out. The scars, the time knocked off my life being there was full of up and downs. As the seasons changed and new faces came up and disappeared, I remained. Yet in that same time I was chipping away at what kept me there. I lost my way too often. I burned bridges that cannot be repaired, people I have known for years and admired but targeted for petty reasons or just because I could. Karma really caught up with me and I can say that having stared into a mirror and seeing reflection.

So being fired? If there was a God, I got blessed. That company did me a favor long overdue. I was floating along with no care to be more than that. I was.. At home and had my feet perched up for far too long. Now I am here. In someone else’s home. A place someone else built and as I YEARN the thought that a Johnny Rebel might one day return. Or that Bateman might think to poke his head in somewhere.. I can be there to hand them a pen.

Pausing. Not wanting to botch what was next said. It was what every athlete who comes into a new company with or without history wants. Cashe just had a metaphor for it.

CASHE: A pen so they can sign over the deed. I didnt come here to float along. I didnt come here to be handed anything. I came to do what I have done and preached at every fucking.. Ca- Can I say fucking in PW? Will they sensor it for me?

Expecting another response from the cameraman. There was nothing said that the audio picked up. Shrugging, Cashe finishes up.

CASHE: But to those who know me. Who know my past, recent or otherwise? Dont think I will appear in any Main Events to steal away spotlights. I have no voice in this company yet. My words here should come as a whisper but hear them grow louder. With every challenge, every competitor I face one thing will be noticed. I am here and I feel the wind beneath my wings as I look to take off.

(That last sentence leaves him scratching his head. Maybe that felt corny to say but it was already said. It's not like we can rewind and edit things during a live show.. Cashe hurries past the camera and leaves the scene staring at an empty hallway. Cut to the announce booth.)

RODZ: Yes Cashe, you can say fuck on PW broadcasts. This guy’s a fuckin’ gem! Top notch signing Slaine.

ALPINE: Jason Cashe is a ten year veteran and a decorated star who has competed all around the world. I appreciate his humble approach.

RODZ: I appreciate Slaine signing guys like me: Dirty drug using tough guys.

ALPINE: Whatever his lifestyle, he’s one to look out for in PW. Up next we have the Fin-Nisher facing off against Lance Winters as he puts the Rising Phoenix title on the line!

RODZ: This is gonna be a quick one. Wake me when it’s over, I’m gonna take a cat nap.

Rising Phoenix Championship
Lance Winters(c) vs. The Fin-Nisher

(Lance looked over across the ring towards Fin, hysterically laughing at the “King of Finland”, whom was standing much bigger than usual self. His confidence, his Finnish swag was at an all-time high and when the bell rung, unlike times before, Fin came out the corner HOT towards Lance, surprising him right out of the gate with a stiff Superkick to the chin that rocked Lance but didn’t knock him down. Lance was undermining the twin and it was probably his worst choice at this point as a running high knee from off the rebound of the ropes again connected high to Lance’s chin. The crowd was in it, hyped about Fin’s aggressive manner here, chanting “FIN! FIN! FIN! FIN! He was legit hurrying to try and finish him but before he could take off to get some more shots in, Lance doubled Fin over with a strong knee to the gut as he lifted the much-lighter Fin off the canvas for an attempted Suplex but Fin dropped down and got Lance with a chop block that led to him springing off the opposite ropes and connecting with the “Finnish Hammer”, cracking his funny bone across Lances’ face. Fin scrambles for the pin but Lance kicks out on a near fall, shocked.)

(Lance was pissed, nearly almost letting the upset of the year happen to him. He quickly got up, angered at not only himself but Fin, who noticed the changed demeanor of Lance. Trying to scramble away, Fin got caught up and thrown into the corner ringpost before being pulled back into a German suplex. After a series of hard punts to the ribs of Fin who couldn’t even get onto all-fours, Lance picked him up and with ease, drove him to the mat with the “Reaper Driver” and that was the end of the story.)

WINNER VIA PINFALL, LANCE WINTERS @ 6 Minutes and 25 Seconds!

(After snatching the Rising Phoenix Title from Malik’s hands after his hands was raised after defeating Fin-Nisher, that smile of his reappeared on his face as he stared at the crowd, raising it up. The fans were giving them their reaction but he was ignoring it. Only thing he paid attention to was what he retained.)

ALPINE: He almost took Fin a bit too lightly. That near fall woke him up.

RODZ: Yeah and he put Fin’s ass to sleep! Easy money!

(Lance pointed over towards the corner camera and got close enough as he took the Rising Phoenix Championship and shoved it right into the camera, tapping the lens.)

LANCE WINTERS: Ahhh! ... Take a GOOD LOOK AT THIS BEAUTIFUL THING right here, ladies and gents! This is about AS CLOSE as you’ll ever, ever, EVER get to seeing this title. Enjoy the view!

(He continued to hold it there on the camera.)

LANCE WINTERS: DIDN’T EVEN BREAK A DAMN SWEAT! Howboutthat? Toodles!

(Pulling his title away from the camera, he wiped the title off, as if it got smeared or something before passing a laid-out Fin and exiting the ring. The cameras cut to a quick commercial as the shot came in, it showed a Man sitting alongside his Son, watching the television as there was a card, sitting on the table in front of them, a Father’s Day themed card. They were to themselves until all of a sudden, Mr. Nakamura came into the picture, looking at the two.)

Mr. Nakamura: Fellas, what is this? Where’s the food, the beverages? You’re watching sports with nothing to drink and eat? What kind of prelude to Father’s Day is this?

Son: I know it’s Sunday. I already got him something thoughtful. I’ve gotten him everything. I got a thoughtful card there.

(The kid pointed at the table to the card as Nakamura walked and reached over to see the card.)

Mr. Nakamura: Awww, roses are red, violets are blue. This is nice but your thoughtfulness is poo-poo!

(The Father stood up in defending his child’s gift)

Father: How dare you! Don’t speak ill. We are on a tight budget, it’s the thought that counts.

Mr. Nakamura: Oh trust me, I’m not. I will say though, I got something better than a five-dollar card. How about a twenty-four pack case of Ohno~Cola for you and your son to enjoy. The People’s Choice and the People’s Favorite!

(Nakamura put the case on the table in front of them, offering for them to try out. The two did, both opening the can at the same time and taking a gulp. Their faces turned positive, showcasing smiles and nodding their head.)

Father: Wow!

Son: It has the pop too! I like!

(Nakamura, clearing his hands of another delivery, smiled as he created some distance.)

Mr. Nakamura: Well there you have it, another satisfied set of customers. Father and Son. Now Father’s Day won’t be so stale with just a card. The best you can get, go out and get your Father something better than a card or materialistic things. Give him Ohno~Cola!

(As Nakamura filled the screen with his face, the scene soon faded to black.)

*COMMERCIAL*

[Slaine Rodrick]

Coming back from the commercial break, the camera opens in a locker room backstage where Rowyn Starr is in the middle of giving Richard Roque, Kelli Torres, and Hirooki Raijin a pre-match pep talk.

Rowyn: Two weeks ago, Mason's Pulpit learned the hard way about underestimating our ingenuity, courage, and heart. They know now that we can beat them at their own game of strength in numbers and dubious tactics. Mason's a maniac, but he's a cunning maniac. He won't let himself or his troops make that same mistake twice.

Kelli lifts her right arm to put her facemask, per doctor's orders.

Kelli: I want to thank you for letting me be a part of this team. Like you said, Rowyn, they believe in strength of numbers and tonight they will not have that. Tonight we will show them what happens when the numbers game is not an option.

Rowyn: After we showed them up the last Redemption, Mason, Jade, Asger, and Azazel will be chomping at the bit to even the score with us. They've made no secret that their goal isn't just to beat us. They want to destroy the hopes and dreams that we have as wrestlers. I don't like that and neither should any of you.

Hirooki: How do we overcome a group that has so much hatred for all of us?

Hirooki's question gets a thoughtful look from Rowyn.

Rowyn: We stand together. This is your team, Hirooki. Yours, too, Richard. Kelli. As long as we do that and fight as a team, no one of us will have to deal with them alone tonight.

Kelli: I’m happy I'm a part of this match, but I can't lie to great men like all of you. I’ll be honest about it. Since I arrived here, Jade has been a big pain in my butt. So excuse me if I plan on kicking her butt in the ring. Jade clearly needs her butt handed to her and I will be the one to do it. Too long has this going back and forth between us. Tonight is the night I end it. Tonight is the night I end her.

That gets Rowyn to shake his head 'no', which gets a perplexed look from Kelli.

Rowyn: I understand how you feel, Kelli. It's the same for me regarding Mason and I've been waiting for a year to get payback for all that he's done, but we will lose if any of us allow vengeance to cloud our ability to wrestle a smart match. That's what our opponents will do tonight and I expect the opposition will be nothing short of fierce, but we weather the storm and wait for them to make the mistakes that we'll capitalize on.

Richard: You act like those guys are going to fight a fair fight. Mason wasn't interested in going by the Marquis of Queensbury rules last time, Rowyn. He wanted to take you out just like his ensemble wants to take us out. And if they can win fighting dirty, all the better as far as they're concerned.

Rowyn: Good point, Richard. Don't underestimate what Mason's Pulpit will do out there to win. Be vigilant and expect the unexpected. I want our team to win this match the right way, but if we have to, be ready to fight fire with fire.

After taking a deep breath, Rowyn looks at each of his teammates.

Rowyn: I'm honored to stand in battle tonight with each and every one of you. I hope all of you feel the same way. Remember, fight with focused intensity, watch each other's backs, and we'll make sure Mason's Pulpit leaves here tonight singing the blues on a Mississippi River garbage barge! Are you ready?

Kelli smiles as she adjusts her facemask.

Kelli: I may be behind them cause I love me some blues music! Okay, okay. In all seriousness, I am so ready for this.

Richard: Mason and his mongrels have been pushing people around long enough. Tonight, I'm ready to push back with all of you.

Hirooki: I'm ready. We fight!

Rowyn: Let's do it.

[The group head out of the locker room as the camera cuts back to ringside.)

4 x 4 Stable Warfare

Mason's Pulpit (Mason Daniels, Jade, Asger, and Azazel) vs. Team Darkstar (Rowyn Starr, Richard Roque, Kelli Torres, and Hirooki Rajin)

(Both sides jaw and jaw back and forth for minutes as the referee has a hard time keeping these sides from attacking before the bell as this was Tornado-style. The bell was able to ring without issues and for Darkstar, Rowyn went for Mason but got Azazel instead. The two got into hard grapples but Rowyn was on the opposite side of good. A Huuugggeee Biel throw sent Rowyn over near the corner as he drove in lefts and rights into the body. Mason went after Roque, Asger after Hirooki. Jade and Kelli took it to the outside as Kelli showed off her striking asset against another speedy striker. Hirooki was getting demolished and Mason was pulling all the cheap tricks out the book against Roque. It was a mess as the ring was still filled even with Jada and Kelli on the outside.)

(Roque suplexed Mason out of the ring as he and Rowyn doubled on Azazel but that effort did nothing as Azazel’s strength was unlike any other. Azazel went after Roque as Rowyn tried his luck with Asger as Hirooki rolled out of hell’s path to the outside. Rowyn, getting in some smart shots, attacking the limbs of Asger, he actually had something but when he tried for a DDT, he got thrown right over the ropes but he turned defense into offense, turning in mid-air with a splash onto Daniels. Kelli was on the opposite end with Jade now in control. Rowyn was punching on Mason and back inside, Asger had Roque but after Belly-to-Belly Suplex, Roque rolled out of the ring too and Asger celebrated. Hirooki slid back in the ring, trying to sneak attack and got picked like a fly out of thin air as he got spiked into the canvas with the Oden Strike. Game over!)

WINNER VIA PINFALL, Asger of Mason’s Pulpit @ 15 Minutes and 54 Seconds!

ALPINE: They’re spilling out of control everywhere!

RODZ: These maniacs have no limit! Referee barely had control. Trying to watch in the ring and having to deal with what’s on the outside. It was a Tornado for sure that Darkstar could not survive!

(As for results in the ring, sure the loss wasn’t what Rowyn, Roque, nor Kelli wanted but on the outside, it was a battle for their life that they was still toe-to-toe with against Jade, Azazel and Mason Daniels. Spreaded chaos all around ringside as the ringing of the bell went off continuously. There were three different battles going, it was too much for one soul to try to break up.)

ALPINE: Where’s Security when you need them? They never on time!

RODZ: They are doing what we are doing, enjoying this bloody mess.

ALPINE: Hirooki hasn’t moved a muscle yet!

(On cue, Security arrived, fifteen bodies all together and five each went and separated the men and women on the outside, struggling in the process of doing so as quit wasn’t in their DNA. Darkstar wanted blood and Mason’s Pulpit just wanted to continue to destroy. After moments of breaking the Security’s grasps and leaping to get in more attacks on Darkstar, the situation was completely handled, holding everyone back, enough for emotions to settle. There wasn’t even an opportunity to see what would happen next as the transition left ringside to go to the back.)

(The cameras cut to the back as they find the team of Aurora and Masaru Inoue, Hell Is Waiting in the back, preparing for the six man tag ahead. Aurora, usually the more composed of the pair is pacing back and forth as she shakes her head, making her blond braid sway with her steps as Masaru looks on with a calm expression as he munches on some of the gourmet popcorn Aurora had brought in for them. Finally he looks away as Olly swoops through, his owl screech louder than the thumps of Aurora’s boots and Aurora throws her hands up in the air.)

AURORA: Clearly they are fucking with us. We want, we earned, and yet here we are again and we have to work with Anastasia Starling after what’s gone on? Clearly, I’m not pleased with this entire situation. Clearly, someone thinks I’m not going to be able to keep my temper in check, or that you won’t, but… still. We can be professional. We can see this as an opportunity to assert the balance over the chaos and other bullshittery. Right?

(Masaru’s expression goes from calm to far more annoyed than Aurora’s as his munching grew more aggressive until he took a deep breath, letting it out slowly.)

MASARU INOUE: WHOOSAH. I am not a happy Masaru. No, no I am not. To have that shot taken from you and I because Frankie ...effin’ ... Starlight, a man we have beaten more than we should have had to along with his goomba roombas, no. No I am not happy. But… I can work with her, if you can work with her, and we can work together to rip his lungs out through his damn nose. Or something equally un-PG… hm.

(Olly swoops around the room again, but halts, perching on an outstretched arm coated in a red jacket. Aurora and Masaru turn, looking upon the unusual sight of the owl resting on somebody else’s arm. As the camera view pans out, it is revealed the bird is upon the arm of another bird, The Clockwork Songbird in fact, Anastasia Starling. She pats the owl gently, responding to it with some quiet yet high pitched whistles, before she turns to the former Tag Team Champions. She is dressed for battle already, in her long ringmasters jacket, and is attired in her native red and white halved gear, crimson streaks in her hair and white and silver eagles emblazoned on her gear. She stared at the pair, a single teardrop painted under her green eye, silent as death itself.)

ANASTASIA STARLING: You’re not pleased with the situation? How very, merry, berry welcoming that is.

(Ana seemed to pull some dried meat from her pocket, feeding the owl, who gladly ate from her palm.)

ANASTASIA STARLING: Well… at least someone in here is pleased to see me.

(Aurora idly stretched as she looked steadily at Ana, one arm up and then the other before she rolled her shoulders and then brought up one knee to her chest while standing, and then the other. She glanced at Masaru and her plush lips curved to a wicked grin.)

AURORA: What was that you Tweeted at me last, Ana? Fuck off, if I recall. Be glad, that I don’t hold it against you. Frankly? I can understand your ire, you are welcome to feel how you feel. We will be there when you want a tag, and expect no less from you. We’re professionals, and that’s what counts, right?

(Ana smirked, a little devilish look upon that angelic face of hers as she fed the owl, readjusting the championship belt that clung around her waist as she side eyes Aurora..)

ANASTASIA STARLING: There was a little more emphasis on the ‘off’, if I’m honestly honest.

(She giggled lightly, breaking the mood of the room as she slowly paced around the room, the owl unexpectedly moving up her arm to rest upon her shoulder. Ana turned away from Aurora, almost as if she wasn’t there as she brushed past, gazing up at Masaru with an apologetic look upon her face.)

ANASTASIA STARLING: Imma sorry our match turned out the way it did last time around. I… I didn’t realize what had happened until after the bell rang. It’s not the way I do things, and you knows that. It’s not how I wanted to win, and that doesn’t prove anything to me. It ruined it all. And I wants to make the person who ruined that pay. And I am sure you feel the same way.

(Masaru eyes widened as he watched Ana feed Olly. He quickly snaps his fingers, calling for Olly to leave from his position and back onto his shoulder as Masaru shook his head.)

MASARU INOUE: Oh yes! Indeed! I am in that mood, a ticking time bomb. I just don't appreciate things how they are right now but it will be fixed!

(Aurora laughed gently, turning her back to the pair as she moved to pick up a water bottle, her voice carrying just fine despite the softer tone.)

AURORA: You would think after all this time, the lesson would have been learned. But then, not everyone is as an astute study as the little bird, hmm? Bravery is all well and good, but to get through this, we need to only agree that Frankie deserves anything we do to him. Frisky and Nina, well… fighting them just makes it worth our time. Makes it something actually worth tuning in for. And speaking of… it’s just about time.

(Ana nodded her head in Masaru’s direction, and despite her clearly agreeing with the pair about what they had to do and what was ahead, she still had a scowl in her for Jansen. She took a back step, looking down to her Rebirth Title, and then back to the pair as she closed in on the doorway, a look of steely determination upon her face.)

ANASTASIA STARLING: Starlight goes out...

(Masaru just lets off a low-toned growl as he watched Ana make her exit. He looked back to Aurora before again shaking his head.)

MASARU INOUE: Just this night, to deal with these three and hopefully we back to where we supposed to be. Self-control for me is the worst. I just ... Let's just get this done!

(The cameras cut away elsewhere backstage. Nina Stokes is seated a table near the catering area as she sips on a cup of coffee. A little bit of relaxation before the battle ahead. Nina takes another as she notices someone approaching from this distance. Fortunately the individual approaching-- while a frequent opponent-- isn’t someone that will force her to leave her relaxed state. One of her tag partners for the night, Frisky D, fresh off her WCS International Title defense in Texas approaches with a Sonics cap pulled over her long blonde hair and tilted to the side. She gives a short wave to Nina as she draws closer.)

FRISKY D: Hey sup, don’t mean to bother you, it looks like you’ve got a very zen deal going on right now. So if this isn’t a good time, I’ll skedaddle.

(Frisky lifts an index finger.)

FRISKY D: Buuuttt if you do have a sec, thought it might be good to talk, see where we’re at. Teaming up again and all, I think we make a pretty solid duo for something that got thrown together. But y’know, with the whole UTCL preview thing they’ve got going here, seems like we kinda drew the short straw. Kind of a Monstars deal on the other side with Hell is Waiting and Ana, and we’ve got … y’know the dude who weaseled his way into things that isn’t exactly the most trustworthy.

(Nina takes another sip.)

NINA STOKES: Hey, what’s going on.

(She sits the cup aside as she turn more towards.)

NINA STOKES: Us as a team? Yeah, I say we do pretty well. We haven’t been the most successful, but we have had good matches each time. Can’t deny that.

(She folds her arms and sets them on table.)

NINA STOKES: As far as Frankie, I guess it what it is. If we handle our business out there won’t be a reason or need for him to get involved at all, you know?

(Frisky considers her statement and then nods.)

FRISKY D: True, and I guess while not ideal if he does for whatever reason, it’s not like he’s gonna get himself pinned on purpose. So, just don’t worry about what we can’t control and do what we do?

(A shrug.)

FRISKY D: Sounds good, just wanted to be as much on the same page as possible. I’ll let you get back to your coffee, then we’ll handle our business.

(She offers a fist bump before walking off.)

NINA STOKES: No doubt. Our opposition is dangerous tonight. At the very least, you and I need to be on point.

(Nina bumps fists with Frisky.)

NINA STOKES: Let’s get it done.

(The camera quickly begins to fade out.)

ALPINE: It seems that five out of six are on the same page entering this contest.

RODZ: Yeah. That page has “FUCK FRANKIE” written in bold.

ALPINE: He’s bound to have a giant target on his back in this match. I’d say poor Frankie but that goon did this to himself.

MAIN EVENT

Six Person Tag Team Match
Hell Is Waiting (Aurora and Masaru Inoue) and Anastasia Starling (c) vs. Nina Stokes, Frisky D., and Frankie Starlight

(Both teams, well Nina and Frisky along with the other team congregated for a battle plan before the bell could ring. Frankie stood on the far edge of the apron checking his texts, clearly uninterested in doing business with Frisky and Nina. Frisky agreed to start things out for their team, as did Anastasia for hers. The bell rang and Anastasia and Frisky got off to a nice start with a quick lock up followed by an attempted armdrag from Anastasia. Frisky predictably flipped out but got hit with a high kick as she landed on her feet! “OHHH!!”s from the crowd as Anastasia pulled her to her feet and threw her to the ropes, only for Frisky to spring off the top and moonsault over a Spinning Bird Kick attempt from Anastasia. Both composed themselves quickly and leapt to their feet, hitting each other with symmetrical dropkicks which knock them to their ass! The crowd cheers for the deflect as the two get to their feet and Frisky leapt at Ana for a flying forearm. Ana ducked, kicked her in the gut, and nailed a one handed neckbreaker! Cheers from the audience as Anastasia tagged in Aurora.)

ALPINE: Good back and forth between the champ and number one contender. I don’t blame Anastasia for tagging out against an opponent the caliber of Frisky D.

RODZ: If anything it just shows she fears the Dingo. They do eat birds, y’know.

(Aurora was quick to snatch Frisky to her feet and put her in a headlock. She went right away for the To Be Named, but Frisky was able to block with her leg. Frisky then threw Aurora back with a release northern lights suplex!! “OHHH!!”s from the crowd as Aurora cringed from the spine shot, but quickly got back to her feet. Frisky was on her though with a big dropkick that sent Aurora toppling over the apron to the outside! Frisky ran over for the tag, then hunched down in the center of the ring. The “STOKES!!!” chants were flowing, getting Nina to smile. She ran into the ring and used Frisky on all fours as a springboard, landing a beautiful flying armbar on Aurora! She cranked down on the submission using the ropes to her aide. Referee Oz Oxford Jr. finally administered a count for release with Nina releasing at two. She then dragged Aurora in the ring, grabbed her arm, then wringed it around her back with a hammerlock. Aurora however was able to duck and counter out, then land a sudden side kick to the face of Nina that knocked her back! With the opportunity free, Masaru got the hot tag to the crowd cheers!)

ALPINE: Nina really torqued down on Aurora’s arm with that armbar. That may affect her later in the match.

RODZ: Probably why she tagged out to Mazzy. Could have a tear.

(Masaru walked right up to Nina as she recovered to her feet, getting face to face with her. The two faced off, chants of “FIGHT!!” echoing throughout the arena. Masaru then looked at the cellphone entranced Frankie and pointed viciously his way.)

MASARU: YOOOOUUUUUU!!!!!!

(Frankie looked up in time to see Masaru staring menacingly his way. Nina wasn’t about to let Frankie ruin the match, so she kicked Masaru’s hand away and lit into him with a head jab-head jab-hook to the body-high kick combo! Masaru however blocked the high kick then blasted away at Nina with his razor sharp leg kicks. Nina blocks the kicks but is taken off balance with the force. Masaru rushed in for a flying knee, connecting with Nina’s shoulder and dropping her to her knees! Nina went into desperating mode and sprung forward with a takedown attempt that forced Masaru into an empty corner. He tried to hammer her back with forearms, but Nina was able to scoop to his side and take his back. She immediately latched on the Quietus Redux, falling with Masaru to the mat for the crossface chickenwing!)

ALPINE: Nina has the Quietus Redux locked in! Masaru’s face is turning blue!

RODZ: Bluer. C’mon Mazzy fight the sleepy feeling!

(Masaru was just close enough to the ropes that he was able to land a foot on the bottom rope, saving his relieved team. Nina released once Oz tapped on her shoulder, leaving the woozy Masaru rolling up to his feet. He looks out to Aurora hanging by a string, begging for that hot tag. Nina took that thought out of his head with the Failsafe, knocking him on his ass! Nina then tagged in Frisky, which at this point was drawing dirty looks from Frankie. He clearly wanted to beat up Masaru. Frisky picked up the dazed Masaru and lit into his chest with chops, softening him up to the “WOOOS!!!” of the crowd. She then hit her openhand chop to a springboard armbar combo, but the ring aware veteran Masaru quickly snatched the bottom rope upon landing, utilizing the ropes once again to escape doom. Once Frisky released he dove to his corner, tagging back in Aurora. Aurora got caught into a chop war with Frisky upon entering the ring, the two exchanging away before Aurora decided to end the slapping with a headbutt, boot the gut, and a To Be Named! “OHHH!!!”s from the crowd as Aurora ascended the top rope, flying off with the Haunted Revolution into a pinfall!!)

1…..

2…..

(Frisky powered out, with Aurora smirking at her tenacity.)

ALPINE: Say what you will about Frisky’s lack of experience. This woman is as tough as they come.

RODZ: Greener than my toenail but truckloads of potential.

(Aurora rotated her hurt arm, shaking off the pain before look to Anastasia. She decided to take part on a little double team and tagged her in, then circled behind Frisky. The crowd got to their feet as Aurora picked up Frisky on her shoulders, leaving a smiling Anastasia to spring off the top rope and land a BIG Big Top Blockbuster on Frisky, bouncing her back off of the mat with intensity! It started with “HOLY SHIT!!” chants then quickly went to “TOO TWEET!!” chants. Anastasia saw the opportunity and dove for the cover.)

1…

2….

(Frankie put a stop to that with a springboard shotgun dropkick that knocked Anastasia across the ring and into her team’s corner! Heavy boos from the crowd as Nina and Oz scolded him for interfering. He simply shrugged his shoulders with a grin before returning to the apron. Anastasia shook off the big blow just as Frisky stumbled to her feet, tweety birds above her head from that super signature from Anastasia. She stumbled back towards her corner, clearly going for a tag to Nina. But Frankie decided to interject and tagged himself in to the boos of the audience. Frankie stalked towards Ana with a smile, but didn’t count on Masaru slapping Anastasia on the back and tagging himself in. Frankie said “OH SHIT” and bolted out of the ring immediately!)

ALPINE: C’mon Frankie! Face the music and fight!

RODZ: Everyone hates him in this match. This is honestly his best option.

(Frankie tried to run but Masaru was able to tackle him on the rampway! Frankie smacked his face on the grating, opening up a cut. Masaru made that cut worse by grinding his face into the grating, really bringing on the juice! Masaru returned to the ring with Frankie by the eight count and threw him into the ring. Frankie scooted on his back to a corner, blood seeping down his face as he begged for mercy. Masaru grabbed a handful of hair and shook his head. All Frankie needed was that window, and he low blowed Masaru to the boos of the crowd! Oz gave him a final warning as he composed himself against the ropes and waited for Maz to stand. Once he did, the woozy Frankie ran at him for a shotgun dropkick! Masaru however moved out of the way, allowing the impaired Frankie to get caught in the ropes with a botched dropkick! “YOU FUCKED UP!!” rung out through the crowd as a  bloody Frankie struggled in the ropes. Masaru smiled and lit into the incapacitated Frankie with hard kicks to the chest and face, loosening him up to the mat! With Frankie barely coherent, Masaru decided to put him out of his misery with the Killshot! “OHHHH!!”s from the crowd as Masaru went for the crowd chanting cover!)

1….

2…..

3!!!

WINNERS: Masaru Inoue, Aurora, and Anastasia Starling © via PINFALL @ 17 minutes, 42 seconds.

ALPINE: Masaru gets a measure of sweet revenge tonight, but in turn Nina and Frisky head into Under The Coliseum Lights Seven with a loss!

RODZ: It’s a six person tag and Frankie got bitched. Their reputations are fine.

(Nina and Frisky are pissed that Frankie cost them the match so they enter the ring immediately. They yank the nearly unconscious Frankie to his feet, then stand side by side with their wavering victim. Frisky then lands a sweep simultaneously as Nina lands a leaping roundhouse kick! Frankie flops to the mat, looking out of it as the crowd is cheering their heads off! Nina and Frisky then pick up the dead weight Frankie and toss him out of the ring. Oz gets Anastasia’s title for her and presents it to her as Lenne screams out her team’s names in victory. With Aurora, Masaru, Nina, and Frisky all looking her way, Anastasia takes a moment to look at her sparkling Rebirth Championship. She then holds it high and screams out to them…)

Anastasia: MINE!!

(All four stare her down as she holds up the belt with confidence.)

ALPINE: These five superstars in the ring…

RODZ: And the bleeding guy on the outside…

ALPINE: Are set to do battle July 8th! Whatever you do, do not miss Under The Coliseum Lights Seven!!

(Fade out to the five way staredown and PW 2018 logo.)