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Post by Slaine Rodrick on Jun 29, 2018 1:42:29 GMT
PW Presents...
UNDER THE COLISEUM LIGHTS VII
Airing LIVE on Evolve Network July 8th, 2018 @ 7pm PST Greensboro Coliseum
Greensboro, North Carolina ***DARK MATCH***Jackson Felix Coltrane vs. Local Talent
(The match starts off with the Local Talent ‘Angelo Brown’ making his way to the ring. The bald, well conditioned mulatto gets the crowd riled up for the hometown kid. After getting some high fives at ringside he slides into the ring and starts doing push ups. ‘Last Pale Light In The West’ by Ben Nichols plays, and out comes JFC to a mild reaction as this is his first wrestling match for a big league. He high fives those that stick their hands out, then slides into the ring to a chuckling Angelo. Jackson gets in his face, getting referee Malik Demitrious to separate them. He then rings for the bell and it’s Angelo engaging first. He tries out Jackson’s power, easily shuffling him to the corner. Jackson isn’t about to be outdone though reverses him into the corner, followed by him raising his hands up and walking away. The two engage again and Angelo catches Jackson in a hammerlock, to which he reverses then takes Angelo to the ground with a leg trip. He tries to apply an armbar but Angelo makes it to the ropes fairly quickly. Angelo then chops JFC in the throat, getting boos from the crowd and following it with a knee to the face. The ref warns him as he picks up JFC. He slings JFC to the ropes but JFC reverses, catching Angelo with a big elbow strike! He stands, another! Another! Angelo is reeling from the shots, so JFC puts an end to this one quickly with the Morning Glory! He goes for the pin, getting the 1-2-3 over the hometown boy. But more importantly, support from the crowd. A light ‘JFC’ chant starts, getting the young man to smile as he gets his first taste of the big time.)
WINNER: Jackson Felix Coltrane via PINFALL @ 3 minutes, 12 seconds.
***ON AIR*** The feed cuts to backstage, and in a darkened room the current reigning Rebirth Champion Anastasia Starling can be seen. She is far from her bouncy self, she is even far from the crazed and reckless poet that she was in the run up to her eventual title victory. Right now, she seems calm and composed, the championship she holds so dear spread across her legs as she breathes in deeply. ANASTASIA STARLING: People can talk about having the biggest matches of their career till their eyes pop out. Once upon a time, the GFC Invitational was the biggest for me. At later stages, competing for the SSWA Rising Star Championship was. The Rising Phoenix tournament came after this, and then the match with my Mama, Lady Magdalena. Matches go on and on, whether it be the match I had with Wiley, with Chris Strike, the Queen of the Mountain finals, my final confrontation with Zagan Solas… The match I finally had with the Ashlyn De Luca for the SSWA World Championship… And then the Tower… Where I accomplished the goal I had here in Phoenix Wrestling, becoming Rebirth Champion.She tapped her championship belt, before stroking it softly like it was a pet. ANASTASIA STARLING: It was what I always wanted… and I had worked for it tirelessly for weeks and months and over a year. It was what I wanted. It’s what I worked for. It’s what I earned. You could say, the biggest match of my career. Starling smiled to the camera, cool and somber, before she looked out of the window to watch the world go by. ANASTASIA STARLING: And yet there are still doubters... Her eyes were so full of fire as she peered into the screen. ANASTASIA STARLING: No matter what I did in Cardinal City Pro, or the Shooting Star Wrestling Alliance, or even the Underground… what I do here, in Phoenix, should matter more here than anything else. I was the Rising Phoenix Champion for the better part of a year, not one person was able to pin me or make me submit during that stage. And yet the former champion dismissed me at every turn. Anything I did, I was nothing. Every move I made, meant nothing. Every win, meant nothing. There was a tear in her eye, pure emotion showing amidst confusion to the words she had heard and the actions she made. ANASTASIA STARLING: And then came the Tower… And I won. I followed the rules, and gave it my all and I did what I set out to do. I gave everything and more and I walked out with my dream, my goal, the championship I had been seeking for well over a year. She stood up now, clad in her Rising Phoenix themed gear, the reds and yellows and golds and flames, streaks in her hair and an inferno in her eyes. ANASTASIA STARLING: And yet it still wasn’t enough... She looks furious with the comment, shaking her head as she did so, hugging her championship belt to her chest tightly. ANASTASIA STARLING: Everyone jumped on the Cassius Reed bandwagon, calling injustice for how I won. All because a certain little someone didn’t check all the rules. And admittedly, certain members of the marketing staff didn’t follow them either. And that,,, that has followed me around since the very moment I won this title, when I accomplished what I set out to do here in Phoenix. I’ve had jibes when I have stepped through that curtain, I’ve had comments in interviews, I’ve had retorts on Twitter, I even had backstage staff in other promotions use this for... She closed her eyes, and the Songbird begins to sing the most beautiful and haunting lullaby, living up to her nickname with the most gorgeous and strangely terrifying of vocal performances.ANASTASIA STARLING: Let me see you stripped down to the bone… Let me see you...Stripped down to the bone. Let me hear you make decisions without your television. Let me hear you speaking just for me... The hymn halted, her eyes more terrifying than anything, the angelic little Songbird giving a glare that could pierce the very soul, more serious than she had ever been and the determination shone through. ANASTASIA STARLING: My reign has been tainted because someone from head office didn’t speak up. My reign has been tainted because my first defence was due to a disqualification. My reign has been tainted because of interference, not of my knowledge, gave me the advantage. She wagged her index finger at the camera. ANASTASIA STARLING: No more... Starling readjusted the belt on her shoulder, gritting her teeth as she spoke. ANASTASIA STARLING: I step foot into the most hellish structure imaginable, in the company that pushes you to the most extreme limits that can not be imagined. It’s like hell on earth and you lose all continue when you enter a Phoenix ring. You feel the roar of the crowd, you know what is on the line, and no matter if you are surrounded by unforgiving steel and facing off with the very best in the game… something just possesses you to be something more, to be more than you are to... She paused as she took two dabs of paint, one green, one blue, and painted lines under her eyes with them from little pots at the side of her. ANASTASIA STARLING: Evolve or Die... She gazed into the camera lens once more, time itself freezing as she remained steadfast and defiant. ANASTASIA STARLING: I face the very best in modern Phoenix history tonight, in the most warlike situation you could ever think of. And tonight, I silence the doubters. I silence every naysayer, everyone who followed the brittle king’s words and labelled me a fraud. Who said I didn’t earn what I earned. Who said I didn’t win what I won. To each and everyone of them. To each and everyone of my opponents. The ones that jested I was not the Real Steel of this company. To the ones who say I am nothing but hashtags. To the one who thinks they have my number. To the one who thinks they can gang up on me…. Ana looked down to her feet, before comedically motioning her hands in a grabbing motion, laughing wickedly to herself before freezing once more. ANASTASIA STARLING: To the one who they thought was more important… Tonight, I change the world. Tonight, I set the world right. Tonight, I teach you that Bird Is The Word and Bird Is The World… Tonight, I make the world listen. Tonight, I step into that ring with ninety nine televised wrestling victories… And I make number one hundred one for all to remember… And this... She raised her title high for all to see as she glared out, that glistening belt shining in the artificial light.. ANASTASIA STARLING: IS MINE! The Pale Winged Passerine turned, peering out into the distance as a crimson tear dropped from her right eye, her lids shut as she sang out one last time in that beautiful but fearsome singing voice of hers. ANASTASIA STARLING: Let me see you stripped down to the bone...
(From Anastasia’s look of determination we go to the inside of the Greensboro Coliseum, location for the granddaddy of them all, Under The Coliseum Lights 7. We get a nosebleed panoramic shot of the arena, showing it to be exactly what the bold graphic at the bottom of the screen says: ‘SOLD OUT’. Fans eagerly raise their signs to the camera in the hopes of getting theirs seen on camera. Such signs include ‘REBIRTH OF THE DINGO’, ‘ROWYN, PLEASE KILL MASON’, ‘LANCE WINTERS=KING SCUMBAG’, and a ‘MAZZY KICK FRANKIE’S HEAD HERE’ with a bullseye underneath. From the fans showing off their thoughts we go to the top of the arena where the twenty foot cell structure for tonight’s main event resides. Shortly after the surroundings of the cell explode with a dazzling array of pyro. Trails of red, white, and blue criss cross illuminated bursts of red, orange, and yellow, leaving the fans covering their ears from the machine gun like blasts. After a twenty second display of Slaine’s leftover fireworks from the 4th are let off, we head to the announcing desk where a three piece suited Frederick Alpine coughs, to which a tank top and board shorts wearing Johnny Rodz looks at him and shakes his head.)RODZ: C’mon lightweight! It ain’t that bad!
ALPINE: *cough* Easy for you to say *cough* your lungs have been damaged since you were *cough* five.
RODZ: You say damaged, I say resistant. Here Freddy, have a water.(Johnny hands Frederick an ice cold Dasani, to which he meekly nods, grabs the water, and twists it open. After a couple seconds of a swig, he sets it down on the desk and lets out one more clearing cough.)ALPINE: Alright, much better. Sorry about that folks, wasn’t anticipating commentating near the fireworks station.
RODZ: He has virgin lungs, forgive him.
ALPINE: Anyways folks tonight we have a jam packed show for you, coming from the SOLD OUT Greensboro Coliseum in Greensboro, North Carolina!
RODZ: Some of the best of the world are clashing in the Coliseum tonight Johnny. Just look at this savory main event…(A graphic flies up on the screen showing Masaru Inoue, Frankie Starlight, Anastasia Starling, Frisky D., Aurora, and Nina Stokes all standing side by side amongst a steel cell graphic.)RODZ: Anastasia Starling facing her toughest challenge yet as she defends her Rebirth Championship against Aurora, Masaru Inoue, Frisky D., Nina Stokes, and Frisky D. in a first ever Phoenix Roulette match. You’re the boring analytical guy, so tell us about this match we’re gonna see for the first time Alpo.
ALPINE: Gee, thanks. The Phoenix Roulette is much like an elimination gauntlet match, just in a twenty foot high cell made of reinforced steel. One of the participants will be randomly drawn to start the match. Every two minutes from then a new pod will open, releasing a wrestler into the match. Elimination can happen through pinfall, submission, or knockout. The last person standing wins the match, and the Rebirth Championship.
RODZ: Sounds bad ass. I’m a betting guy, so I gotta go with who I chunked some dough on, Masaru Inoue to take this. Who do you think wins this Freddy?
ALPINE: I honestly can’t decide. I guess anybody but Frankie.
RODZ: Well YEAH. In the co-main event sickly sweet lovebirds Chris and Mandi Andrew will defend their Duos Championships against the original gangsters The Collective. Personally I don’t see how Collective can lose this. This is their one and only chance to swoop in and take the gold without Hell Is Waiting dominating the scene.
ALPINE: It is, but this is about revenge for Chris and Mandi. This team has gone out of their way to piss off the usually mild mannered Chris and Mandi, and I feel their going to see a side of Chris and Mandi rarely seen.
RODZ: Hey don’t get me wrong, I wanna see these Dawson’s Creek rejects fight hard. I just don’t think it will be enough to take out the Collective.
ALPINE: We’ll see. This show will see all titles defended, and such means Lance Winters will be defending his Rising Phoenix Championship against James Edwards and Giles Whitmor. How do you see this playing out for Lance?
RODZ: I see him playing the vet, letting these two tire each other out, then getting his W and going home.
ALPINE: He has to be careful though as this is a triple threat and he only has ten minutes. This is a volatile situation for Lance and he has to be careful.
RODZ: That he does. Also on this card we got the long hated rivals doing battle, Rowyn Starr versus Mason Daniels! Go mohawk!
ALPINE: You say mohawk, I say tomahawk. Mason was stupid to awaken a motivated Rowyn. Now he will pay for his actions.
RODZ: Say what you will, but Mason IS the most dangerous and crazy motherfucker in Phoenix. Add to that he knows Rowyn. This will not be a walk in the park for him.
ALPINE: Same could be said for his cohort Jade, who takes on Kelli in a Last Woman Standing match. Finally these two women have closure to their bloody feud.
RODZ: Kelli is in Jade’s world in this match and needs to watch out. All weapons are legal, and Jade won’t stop until Kelli is unconscious. She better hope she can choke Jade out before she goes full Mason on her.
ALPINE: Especially with her fractured orbital bone she’s healing from. Also on this show we’ll see the Phoenix debut of one of the biggest free agents in a long time, Jason Cashe taking on Shooter Reed!
RODZ: Cashe is the fucking man. What you’re about to see is a dirty, toothless backwoods looking inbred motherfucker who is a wrestling dynamo. The shit he will do will blow your wig clear across the room.
ALPINE: He is a qualified performer, no question. Shooter will definitely have his hands full tonight. But before we get to all that, we start the show off between two of the most recent hires to PW, Chase Manni Bryant going one on one with Fenix Shields!
RODZ: These two have made it known they wanna fight and they want a spotlight on it, so here it is boys, opener of the big one. Don’t disappoint,
ALPINE: I’m sure they won’t. Before we get to the opener though, let's go to a quick interview with PW's newest sigining, Jackson Felix Coltrane!The scene opens up and we see Kiko Hirayama, microphone in hand, standing by with newly signed PW wrestler Jackson Felix Coltrane. He has short brown ruffled hair and a 5 o’clock shadow. Coltrane is standing with a huge grin on his face, seemingly taking this moment all in. He’s wearing black dress pants with a white button up dress shirt. Kiko Hirayama: Hello PW Fans! I’m here live with one of PW’s newest signings, Jackson Felix Coltrane! Jackson, let me start off by asking-
Coltrane cuts her off.Jackson Coltrane: Let me stop you right there Kiko and address these rumors that I am somehow related to the great jazz man John Coltrane. For those of you that wanted it to be true, I apologize. I am related to no one famous. But maybe someday my kids can say that they are because of my hard work put in here at Phoenix Wrestling. Confused, Kiko goes on.Kiko Hirayama: Okay… anyways Jackson, we don’t have a lot of time here. Very quickly what do you want the fans, the wrestlers, and anyone who is interested in Phoenix Wrestling to know about you?
Jackson Coltrane: I want them to know one thing and one thing only, that I am going to compete my ass off. My father wants me to run his company when he retires, but I have other plans. Those plans include gold. I want them to know that I’m not in this for money, I have plenty of it. I’m doing this to get in shape, I’m doing this to prove nerds can be tough too, I’m doing this to get the sexy ladies, I’m doing this to-
Kiko Hirayama: Okay okay okay, that was more then one thing Jackson! We get it. Well, I have to say, it should be interesting to see where your path takes you here in Phoenix Wrestling! Alpine, Rodz, back to you!(Cut to the booth.)ALPINE: The kid seems excited but nervous. Can't blame him as this is a heck of a show to debut on.
RODZ: Well better get over those jitters quick buddy, you're facing Tyberius King in Iron King first round!
ALPINE: Yikes...I mean, good luck JFC. Now let's head to the ring for our opening contest!
 Chase Manni Bryant vs. Fenix Shields(Chase is showing a good bit of respect here as the referee runs down the rules of the match and gives a respectful sort of nod towards Fenix who takes the gesture well. The bell rings and both men are quick on the attack, Fenix using a bit of his speed and ariel tendencies to avoid the known striker Chase as he looks to clich up and lay in the hits. In the third minute of the match he gets his opening, peppering the torso of Shields with some stiff elbows and then he hauls him up for a Belly-to-Belly Suplex to further weaken Fenix’s core. Shields keeps backing up after they get to their feet and the referee warns them out of the ropes. Fenix fights back then as they take the action to the middle of the ring once more, laying Bryant out with a Chimera-Plex that nets him a two count.)
(Chase elbows him in the jaw as they rise and rolls him into an Inside Cradle, gaining a near fall of his own, and the pair trade off Suplexes much to the delight of the fans for the next few minutes. Bryant gets the upper hand after dropping Shields with a Cutter, his Manni Sauce getting him a three but NO! The referee waves it off as Shields’ foot is clearly on the ropes! Chase takes a deep breath, keeping his cool and popping up to his feet, and he pulls Fenix into position near the corner as he goes up top for one of those flashy high risk moves he adores, setting up for a Shooting Star Press! He gets great height on the jump, the flip is perfect and OH LORD Fenix got the knees up! Chase is gasping like a fish on the mat, rolling around holding his ribs and gut, and now Shields has his second wind and as Chase finally sits up here’s Fenix running in with his Boma Ye Knee Strike, the End of Days and he gains the one, two, three!)WINNER: FENIX SHIELDS via PINFALL @ 7 minutes, 00 seconds.ALPINE: Fenix took this one home, but not without a fight from Chase!
RODZ: Oh shit, Chase is stepping up. Fenix gonna catch a knuckle sandwich!(Chase walks up to Fenix determined, waiting for the ref Malik Demitrious to lower his hand. Once he does he spins around Fenix, which gets them in a staredown. He then extends his hand to Fenix, to which he looks out to the mildly approving crowd. He then looks back to Chase with a smile and shakes his hand. The two share a few words before Chase leaves the ring an heads to the back. We then cut backstage to see Shooter by the bathroom area with Ozzie, Ray Ray, and Horace Jackson.)Shooter: Tonight gentleman is the night we establish our hierarchy. Tonight we establish ourselves by destroying our weak opposition. Because let’s face it guys, we’re facing washed up has beens.(The crew laugh at Shooter’s remark to which he smirks in satisfaction.)Shooter: These bums are way past their prime. Fin and Twin are a bunch of retarded foreigners that couldn’t get a win if their life depended on it. As for Jason Cashe? He’s a busted up old pile of flesh. This young gun is gonna take him out no problem. Under The Coliseum Lights is about the new wave. So let’s show them it, ALRIGHT!?(The crew scream “YEAH!” and walk off down the hallway. We then cut to another area backstage, this one inside the bathroom. We see Fin poke his head out, breathing a sigh of relief as he sees the crew walk away.)Fin: I get scared brother, I for sure they come in bathroom and beat us up!
(A courtesy flush is heard in the stall nearby, followed by the sound of toilet paper being dispensed.)
Twin: It’s okay, we bring fight to them in bathroom!
Fin: Yeah bro but there are four of them and two of us! That’s enough to hold you back while two hold me up for a swirlie!(A final flush is heard, then Twin emerges from the stall and goes to the bathroom sink. Twin looks seriously into the mirror and washes his hands as he talks.)
Twin: Don’t worry brother. We are good fighters. You remember bro, this is our year!(A breath of relief from Fin, who remembers what he preached.)Fin: You’re right bro, we are. I have to remember that we got better!(Twin dries off his hands with a few paper towels, tosses them in the waste bin, then places his hands on Fin’s shoulders.)
Twin: Tonight we fuck them up bro. It doesn’t matter if this is handicapped. We are BETTER.(Fin lowers his head and nods as Twin storms out of the bathroom. Fin nods and says “you got this” before taking a deep breath and following his brother. Cut to the booth.)ALPINE: Twin seems confident they can take this, but Fin’s having a hard time dealing with the numbers game!
RODZ: This is actually a pretty fair fight if you look at it. Horace is like one and a half dudes, but he’s really slow and basic so that cuts him down to one. Ozzie and Ray Ray are young, energetic cokeheads, but they don’t know how to wrestle so they’re a half a wrestler a piece. Fin and Twin stand a good chance of winning this.
ALPINE: That’s if Shooter can keep this already handicapped match somewhat fair.
 Tornado Tag Handicap Match
The Fin and Twin Connection (Fin-Nisher and Twin-Nisher) vs. Horace Jackson, Ozzie, and Ray Ray(The fans are surprisingly vocal during the start of the match, Horace Jackson being quite a well-respected veteran gets some cheers but the fans just have such a soft spot for The Fin and Twin Connection and with it being a handicap match, they can be forgiven for the extra love the brothers get. Off the mark Fin and Twin do surprisingly well as Ozzie and Ray Ray are to be blunt, sort of really not good at this part of their jobs even though they are really good at being Shooter’s boys. However this changes as Jackson is tagged in, and the match control is firmly in his favor as he drops them both with huge Clotheslines!)
(Fin keeps popping back up, taking punishment like he’s a lil Terminator but he just can’t get his gears shifted, Horace maintaining good control until Ozzie hot tags himself in and Fin dives for his brother, only to find that Ray Ray has yanked him off the apron! Oh no, Fin is in no man’s land then a miracle happens and Ozzie misses a kick! Here comes Fin with the Finnish Hammer! Down goes Ozzie and dear God Fin almost wins this match but the pin is broken up by … SHOOTER REED! Oh this is bad as Shooter joins in on beating down the brothers after he orders Ozzie and Ray Ray to roll Twin into the ring. Horace isn’t so down for this part, but before Shooter can get irate… here comes Jason Cashe making his way to the ring!)
(He’s got a microphone in hand and he says that Seth Black made a little change to this match...We’re gonna have ourselves a proper six man tornado tag! The crowd cheers as Shooter freaks out and argues with the ref, throwing his hands up in the air as the referee orders him out of the ring as Ozzie is still the legal man in the match. Ozzie and Fin tie up before Ozzie tags in Horace who really goes to town on Fin, beating the poor man down and throwing him with a Pumphandle Suplex… right into the reach of Jason Cashe who tags himself in! Cashe is jumped by Horace, Ozzie and Ray Ray and here comes Shooter but the wild man lays them all out with Mark Of J.A.S.O.N. after Mark Of J.A.S.O.N., the stiff elbow shots dropping them all before he pins Ray Ray for the victory!)WINNER: THE FIN AND TWIN CONNECTION w/JASON CASHE via PINFALL @ 8 minutes, 22 seconds.(Jason's a little winded after the match, but it doesn't stop him from immediately shooting to his feet and requesting a mic from a ring girl. He then points out at Shooter Reed on the outside and screams into the mic.)CASHE: GET YA LILLY WHITE ASS IN HERE BOY!! THAT SHIT WAS JUST A WARM UP!! I'M FINNA DROP YOU ON YOUR BITCH ASS HEAD!! GET THE FUCK IN HERE!!(Cashe spikes down the mic and waves for Shooter to get in the ring. Shooter looks visibly intimidated as he talks smack and saunters back and forth.)RODZ: Take the bait Shooter! Are you a man, or A BOY!?
ALPINE: Cashe wants Shooter right now!
 Shooter Reed vs. Jason Cashe
Kiko: Is everything okay? It looks as if you injured your left leg.
Cashe: It’s fine honey, I just gotta little sprain. Put it on ice and I’ll be good as new.
(Kiko goes to ask another question but Jason hobbles off with Fin and Twin in tow.)
Kiko: Well, so much for my interview. Thank you for your time Jason!(Jason raises up a hand halfway down the aisle as he gets concerning looks from the ringside crowd.)ALPINE: I’m hoping that’s just a sprain. Sure looks a lot worse than that.
RODZ: Please be a sprain. Jason can’t make waves sitting on the beach in a cast. “Every year, there comes a certain buzz in the air. Every year, the hairs raise up on your spine from just this certain buzz. The words “IRON KING” ... gives that jolt of electricity. Everyone wants to wear the crown and sit in the throne but only a few have EARNED the right to wear that crown and sit in that throne and enjoy being tabbed as the Iron King.”(There was a showcase of the previous winners of the Iron King Tournament as the first Iron King TJ Jones' picture was shown, highlight bits of his tournament win. Then there is the second Iron King, Ja Gi Kyung-Moon, showing more flashback footage; then cutting to the third Iron King, Gryphon and his reign of terror during that IKT. Then came the fourth winner, the “Funky One”, Cassius Reed, who is seen forever wearing that crown in the highlights as it all was a nice view down “Memory Lane” for those who were with Phoenix Wrestling from the beginning to Present.)“It’s that time of the year where new names want to test their skills against others from around the industry all to be crowned. Things will be even more interesting this time around as now the finest of Phoenix Wrestling will collide against fighters of Caged Glory Fighting Championship and along with other big names around the industry. WHAT A TIME TO BE ALIVE, BABY! Catch your favorites and newcomers climb their way in this year’s tournament! If you’ve been under a rock and have yet to hear about the IKT, it’s now time to climb from underneath.”(The video package shows several faces who are top names in the industry as there was Jason Jackson, Sherry Diamond, Ernest Cauldwell, BAD ASS, Rex Evans, Conor Blackburn, Sandy Makel, and Konrad Raab, just for starters.)“The Iron King Tournament is a battle for supremacy featuring the best in MMA versus the best in pro wrestling. No other company offers a tournament of this magnitude! Tournament starts on the 23rd of July!”(The screen settled on an image of a Lion sitting alongside a throne as it gave the statement that this could be you if your game is beyond par.) |
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Post by Slaine Rodrick on Jun 29, 2018 1:46:56 GMT
'Viva La Vida' by Coldplay serves at the musical backdrop to a video package featuring Rowyn Starr. The video begins of footage or Rowyn coming down the aisle for his very first PW match, and then fades between various entrances into the ring.
Rowyn:(voiceover) When I walked through the curtain for the first time at Under The Coliseum Lights six years ago, I didn't know what direction my journey in PW would take. All I had was an opportunity, heart, and the chance to show the world what I could do inside those ropes.
I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning, I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
Rowyn: (voiceover) Every night in the ring, I wanted to honor my heritage by being the best wrestling warrior in the world and be a role model the fans could look up to.
Footage of match highlights from Rowyn's first year in PW are shown. Two of the more notable highlights include a submission victory against Natalie (Burrows) Bateman to win the first PW Television Championship and a submission victory against Legacy to win the PW World Heavyweight Championship.
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing
Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you go there was never, never a honest word
And that was when I ruled the world
Rowyn: (voiceover) To go from that first dark match to main eventing Under The Coliseum Lights for the PW World Heavyweight Championship exceeded my own expectations of what I could accomplish in a year's time. I was on top of the world, but I quickly learned while it's hard to get there, it's harder to stay there.
The match highlights take a different turn, showing Rowyn's lows in the later years. They include his meltdown and in-ring assault of Rick Rampage and his almost tossing Drake Mosa off the top of the Pentagram. There are also several 'oh-so-close' match and post-match moments that include championship match losses to Aurora Jansen, Arkia Fisk, a Pentagram escape attempt with the PW World Heavyweight Championship stopped by Masaru Ioune, and the runner-up photo finish to Faith for the #1 contendership at Boats 'n Throws.
It was a wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh, who would ever want to be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Calvary choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
Rowyn: (voiceover) I fought to reach to the top again after losing the PW World Heavyweight Championship. Time and time again, I'd fall short and the pressure brought on by failure grew. I ignored what that pressure was costing me professionally, but I couldn't see what it was costing me personally until it was too late.
The footage shows different headlines from various newspapers, magazines, and dirt sheets pertaining to Rowyn. Among them are 'PW Superstar Calls It Quits', 'Wife of PW Wrestler Missing', and 'Shocking Betrayel: Wrestler Scalped By Sister'.
Rowyn: (voiceover) I had to come to terms last year that I'd lost more than just my hair. The bond with my family...my wife...and my passion for wrestling. Doing that allowed me to take the first steps toward physical and spiritual recovery. It's been a progression, but not completion. Most people stop wrestling when they need healing. Me...I came back to wrestle in order to fully heal.
Footage returns to Rowyn's offensive highlights throughout his PW career that are peppered with new images of the Dark Star lifting weights, building up endurance, and jogging on the roads of Gatlinburg and the Great Smoky Mountains National Park.
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Calvary choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
Rowyn: (voiceover) You can't scale mountains if you only gaze up from the valleys at the peaks. The competition now is as tough as it's ever been, but my desire for coming back is to reach the summit of the Phoenix Wrestling mountain. I did it once. I can do it again. And just like my first match, the climb begins at Under The Coliseum Lights.
(We hear the loud cheers from the crowd, along with an accompanying "ROWYN!!" chant before the cameras cut elsewhere backstage. The crowd pops in the background as we see Kelli using a Century Bob Punching Bag. Kelli has on her ring attire, including gloves and face protective mask as she kicks and punches the bag. The camera comes in from behind and gets about 3 feet from her before moving to a side angle to get her left side.)
Kelli: When I debuted in Phoenix 9 and a half months ago I debut wearing dark makeup, I came out dressed as my version of Skeletor. It was Halloween, a rumble of a match and I did good.
In a very short time after I was targeted by Jade. Why?
the crowd boos hearing Jade’s name.
Kelli: Only she really knows but it was clear I exceeded the bosses expectations with my performance that I moved up in the ranks while Jade sat back. This clearly did not sit well with Jade, a jealousy soon form out of this situation.
We then had a match in which I came out Victorious, the attacks on me started from there. You see everyone I didn't let any of that bother me or stop me from doing what I do best.
The fans pop.
Kelli: She has seen that first hand as shortly after we were put in a triple threat match with Lance and while Lance came out victorious, I made sure to remove Jade from the match when I made her Tapout.
Just think, I had only been with the company for just 2 months by this time and I had already made an enemy, me! Kelli Torres. I say it like that because those that know me know that I love everyone, I have no hate, nothing good comes from hate.
Kelli says as she raises her voice. She does a roundhouse kick knock the Century Bob on the floor. Kelli turns to her left to face the camera as she begins to speak in a louder tone of voice. The crowd cheers Kelli names for a few seconds
Kelli: I fucking hate Jade! This bitch has done nothing but go out of her way to make me miserable. It hasn’t worked as I love this place but it does piss me off that Jade just has to keep pushing and pushing.
AND FOR WHAT!!!
Kelli takes a deep breath to calm down as others start to look at her in the background wondering what is going on. She gets a smirk on her face as she begins to speak.
Kelli: What happened to the days when your skill was all you needed to get ahead? What happen to winning a match was the focus not cheap shots from behind?
Kelli uses her hand to signal for the camera to lower itself. With the camera to the floor looking up at Kelli in a 45 degree angle. She looks down at the camera.
Kelli: Every time we met in the ring Jade. It has been me looking down at you like I am right now.
Crowd pops.
Kelli: It was me winning the match. It was you on your back looking up to me! What makes you think this will be any different?
Crowd ohhs.
Kelli: A Last Woman Standing Match, the kind of match that only gets used to shut someone up once and for all.
Kelli squats to get closer to the camera.
Kelli: I been here for 9 and a half months, you been a pain in the ass for 9 of them. It ends tonight, after this, no more of this bullshit. Move on, have other wrestlers to fight, we however have nothing left after this. From here on out, I will just ignore you if you can’t let it go.
You see, we will meet again in the ring but as many times as we wrestled each other, I need a damn break from you for a least 9 months!
Kelli says as she tries to be funny. She gets a cheap pop from the fans.
Kelli: After you lay there looking up at me, you better just deal with it, understand it is over. You give it or all and move on, find yourself a target a bit easier for yourself then this rookie as I have had your number and will always have it rather you like it or not.
Kelli stands back up as does the camera. The camera is at eye level, it zooms out a bit to get her upper body.
Kelli: I started this business with no fans, I was just a rookie. You all have embraced me and cheer for me, I have always did my part to earn those cheers. In the process, you all have seen me get attacked, injured, and attacked again but…
Kelli takes off her face protective mask.
Kelli: I have been cleared and no longer need this. You are getting my at 100% at my best, you better be ready for Kelli Torres because I’m coming to kick your ass Jade!!!
(The fans chant Kelli’s name as she starts to walk away. Cut away to the still imposing form of Richard Roque as he is speaking with Hirooki Rajin. The pair are looking over a call sheet with all of the participants in this year’s Iron King Tournament, and Hirooki is nervously speaking about the people coming in from CGFC who are full time for the most part MMA specialists. Richard nods but he says that really, it’s a gift. Hirooki looks out of sorts as Roque speaks, his smile bright and disarming even as his voice is filled with optimism.)
RICHARD: Look, all I’m saying here is that this is a golden opportunity.
HIROOKI: I just don’t think so, boss. Some of these people are legit scary and I’ve got to tell you after the shit I’ve been through this past year I’m thinking about opting out and figuring out what to do with my life.
(Roque scoffs a bit and then smiles, clapping Hirooki on the shoulder.)
RICHARD: I think it would be a huge mistake if you did that, Hirooki. Man I’ve seen your kicks, they’re really underrated, for sure. And come on man, we had the balls to sign up to compete in the Iron King this year, while our competition chickened out. Don’t be a chicken like Mason and his goons! We can beat these big sissies, just watch!
HIROOKI: I mean… if you think so...
(Roque claps him on the shoulder again as the pair head out to ringside.)
RICHARD: I don’t think so, I know so. Let’s get out there.
 Richard 'Rock' Roque and Hirooki Raijin vs. Mason's Pulpit (Asger and Azazel)(Roque starts for his side, a reassuring pat on Hirooki’s shoulder as he looks worried on the apron. Asger starts for Mason’s Pulpit as he’s the larger of the two and more likely to give the hyper strong Roque some trouble, which he attempts to do of course. However much to Asger’s surprise and the commentary team as well, Richard breaks out into a lovely display of Greco Roman amateur wrestling and disorients Asger to the point he fights free and tags in Azazel to get a breather! Azazel gets an Alabama Slam off and Roque looks in trouble there but Nope! Here he is up on his feet and he is smiling, he’s grinning and showing off a whole new set of takedowns on Azazel who is just infuriated by this display.)
(BANG hits the mat and BANG hits the mat and locks up and BANG down goes Azazel again much to the delight of the Phoenix Wrestling fanbase. Even Hirooki seems to relax as Azazel is down again and here’s Roque showing off some tentatively started but nicely impactful ground and pound attacks! Azazel tries to cover up as best he can and finally gets an opening, thumbing Roque in the eye to get him off the attack. He rolls out of Roque’s path and then trips him as he seeks a tag in for Hirooki, he falls just short of the outreached hand, man that sucks for him.)
(Azazel tags in Asger and they bodily drag Roque to the Mason’s Pulpit corner and proceed to double team him, continually quick tagging in and out so that both can use that window of time to beat him down. Roque’s a big dude in phenomenal shape and absorbs a lot of the attacks at first, even managing to hit Asger so hard it rattles the teeth in his head but eventually they do manage to overwhelm him and he starts to look super gassed. One last ditch effort breaks him loose and he dives for his own corner, and Hirooki looks scared after witnessing this beating but he does tag in! He actually manages to acquit himself rather nicely - at first - with a series of super strong kicks that have Azazel cry out and Asger cringe… but then he gets a little overconfident and they have him! Asger hits a Running Powerslam that Azazel follows up with a Hell Raiser Piledriver and that’s all she wrote, the pair get the win and the three count before Roque can make it over to break the pin.)WINNER: MASON'S PULPIT via PINFALL @ 12 minutes, 52 seconds.
Azazel quickly grabs a microphone as their two opponents writhe on the mat in agony. A slight smile appears on his face as he looks out to the crowd. Azazel: Did anyone really think they could stop us? Did anyone actually think that we could be stopped? No, we are a forced that can not be stopped, and now we will show you why. Now...now it is time to dismantle this rag tag bunch, assembled by Rowyn Starr, once and for all. Azazel slaps Asger on the chest and points to the outside. The massive man rolls out the ring and quickly tosses in a table and some lighter fluid. While Azazel drags Hirooki over to the turnbuckle, Asger sets up the table in front of the corner. As he does, he notices Richard beginning to stir, so he lifts him up off the mat and chokeslams him for good measure. As this happens, Rowyn and Kelly rush onto the stage as they look to intervene. Sadly they are met by Mason and Jade and some barbed wire baseball bats, who quickly attack from the side before they can ever get close to saving Hirooki. Rodz: This whole thing was premeditated and well thoughout by Mason's Pulpit here tonight. Alpine: Certainly, Mason and Jade were waiting on them to try and save their friends. Security quickly separates the people on the stage as Asger douses the table and lights it on fire. Azazel quickly follows with a Burning Hammer off the top rope, sending Hirooki through the fiery table down below. The two massive men quickly exit, seeming proud of themselves for what they had just done as security now rushes the ring to put out the fire. Rodz: Oh my god, can you believe what we just saw! Hirooki is on fire! Alpine: Dear God, I can smell his burning flesh from here! (As the staff quickly clears the ring, Kelli makes her way down the ramp, microphone in hand. She is ready to send a message before her match with Jade. She is cracking her knuckles as she hits the midway point, when Jade comes out of nowhere with the barbed wire bat and slams it into Kelli's spine. She drops the microphone as she collapses onto the ramp. Jade then drags her by the hair and tosses her into the ring. She screams at Oz to start the match, and he quickly does as Jade slides into the ring, sizing up Kelli as she drops the bat and hunches down for the attack.) Last Woman StandingKelli Torres vs. Jade
(The bell rings and there and in one breath, there was Jade, a high-speed running start as she drove both feet into the chest of Kelli, blasting her backwards into the corner, then came another dropkick, a seated version as Kelli was sitting down after that huge one. Jade was on the early grind, picking up Kelli by her hair and taking her down again after delivering a beauty of a Headscissors. Kelli wasn’t for laying it down even though she was getting the early damage, she was still well in it. Jade put her down for a few good minutes with a German Suplex as Jade followed by exiting the ring. Pulling up the apron, she immediately reached underneath for the infamous barbwire bat and as a smile came to her face, she slid back in the ring to Kelli Torres, who was finding her way back to her feet.)
(Kelli turned and it was Jade again, only this time, wailing with that bat right into her gut, making her double over before taking an upward swing, as like an uppercut that sent Kelli flying. Head was busted open on contact. Kelli, wiping her forehead, feeling the wetness and seeing the color. Kelli’s face was no longer a pleasant sighting, as Jade continued to wail. Kelli pushed off and got a moment to get get to her feet as Jade’s right leg came coming for Kelli’s head, whom ducked to takedown Jade viciously and turned the tide, beating Jade’s face in. She tried to squirm away and get up but Kelli took her back down, continually hammering as she busted her wide open the hard way. Reaching for the ropes, no reasons as there were no rules. Kelli breaks her stride, not wanting to lose her consciousness, begging Jade to stand up.)
(Both women bloodied early in this contest as the drops land on their attires, that was the least of their worry as Kelli screamed at Jade for her to get up and stop faking. Jade slowly gets to her feet, also to get a second wind, as she got up in Kelli’s face, smart-talking her. A quick elbow strike to the face came from Kelli who placed Jade in a Clinch and wasted no time in kneeing Jade to hell as every knee felt like it. Kelli had the fans and the momentum on her side, continuing her clinch. Jade somehow managed in midst of the held clinch, to thumb Kelli in the eye, breaking the hold. Like a rabid animal, she drove her teeth deep into the forehead of Kelli as she took more than a bite out of crime upon release. Kelli screams as Jade turns to try and locate her bat as both women share the Crimson mask. Jade finds it, grabs it and returns as Kelli is still tending to her open wound on the forehead. Jade swings blindly, treating Kelli like a Pinata as her swings went empty before they made landfall against Kelli’s arms and then her body as she wailed away on her, laughing at the same time.)
(If one was expecting a heavy layer of moves done onto one another to see who’ll outlast, they’ve come to the wrong match. No, this was not about moves. It was about damage, chaos and Jade, she was really good with Chaos thanks to her boyfriend and fellow Mason Pulpit Leader Mason Daniels. She had that chaotic laugh down as she escaped to the outside of the ring. The boos weighed heavier for Jade who reached to pull out a table. Those boos quickly lightened up as tables were the equalizer in getting booed or cheered. “GET THE TABLES!” were on repeat along with the patterned claps that followed echoed through the Greensboro Coliseum as Jade took her time to get the table set up as Kelli was down. Jade got the table up and reached inside the ring to grab the arm of Kelli nearby and pulled her out of the ring in a smooth transition to the table. Not satisfied, Jade slid in the ring, only this time to retrieve her bat as she unspooled the barbwire from around it and used it to bind Kelli to the table.)
(Jade presses down on the barbs into Kelli’s skin as she writhes in pain. Jade takes no time to sit and watch her creation. She climbed to the top of the turnbuckle and with a deep breath, dove off the top turnbuckle and delivered first class her patented “Jade Strike”, a Diving Moonsault as it was chest to chest, barbwire embedded. Jade slowly removed herself from the destruction as she was still close but not within the chunks of barbwire and wood tangled up like it was with Kelli. She gazed up at the ref and ordered him to count RIGHT NOW. He did and the count went as expected. When it got to 6, Kelli started to move sparingly but not good enough as the 10-count came and therefor Jade stood the victor.)
WINNER via KNOCKOUT, Jade @ 15 Minutes and 20 Seconds!!!
Mason comes rushing down the ramp and slides into the ring as the match ends. He grabs Jade up in his arms, giving her a massive hug before raising her arm in victory. There is a massive smile on his face as he gets hold of a microphone, the fans booing the entire time. Mason: You see Kelli, that is what you get when you mess with the best in the business. You thought you were good enough...you thought you could stop Jade. Well Jade is unstoppable. She just showed the world that you are no where near being in her league. From here, she is going to move on and do great and incredible things. Hell, maybe one day, she will be the Rebirth Champion. One thing is for sure though, you won't ever be anything here. And as far as you guys go...yeah, I am talking to you so called fans. You're dispicable. Here Jade is, having won a match against her biggest rival. She has shown time and time again that she is one of the best up and comers here, and you disrespect her; just like you disrespect me. This is why I turned my back on you and men like Rowyn Starr. Now Rowyn, you came back to try and stop me, but I think you are beginning to realize now that I can not be stopped. There is nothing and no one that can stop me from accomplishing what I set out to accomplish here and when we face off in just a few moments, the whole world will see just that.
The camera cuts to a locker room in the back where Rowyn Starr is seen finishing up taping his wrists. As he watches Mason Daniels on a nearby monitor, his face is set in a stoic mask that long time fans are familiar with. However, his eyes betray an intense loathing just underneath his impassive features. Wrists taped, Rowyn shuts off the monitor and then becomes aware of the presence of the cameraman filming him. He turns and begins to speak.
Rowyn: And so it comes to this.....
A pause hangs over the room as Rowyn stares past the camera, thinking and choosing his words carefully.
Rowyn: This night. This match. This moment.
A deep breath is taken as Rowyn collects his thoughts.
Rowyn: There's not enough time to describe the whole gamut of emotions I'm feeling about this battle I'm marching into. It's my first singles match in over a year. To be here at Under The Coliseum Lights, fighting in front of a home state crowd of fans.....for what's at stake for me personally, it's the most important match of my career thus far.
Another pause hangs silent in the air. Rowyn purses his lips before he speaks again.
Rowyn: It's important because my friends among my peers are giving me their vote of confidence that I'll walk out of this match victorious. My critics among those same peers are saying I'm a wannabe comic book superhero who will fall flat. I didn't choose nor did I start this war with Mason, but tonight.....I'm going to finish it.
The last statement made, Rowyn's nostrils flare as he stares directly into the camera.
Rowyn: Mason Daniels...you made the choice to turn your back on me. Even then, I tried to save the friendship we once had. What is the old saying about no good deed going unpunished? Because of that, the conflict between us crossed from professional to personal and the cost for me has been heavy. You traumatized my parents.....you drove a wedge between me and my sister.....and when you were sent packing last year, you cast Crystal aside like a piece of garbage. Worst of all....
Rowyn glances down at his left hand at the band of gold on his ring finger. He slowly takes it off with his right hand. After giving the band a gentle caress between his thumb and index finger, he reverently places it in a ring box on the table next to him. His next words are spoken softly.
Rowyn: It cost me the two things in life I loved the most and over a year of my existence.
Facing the camera again, Rowyn's eyes glitter in anger.
Rowyn: With help, you left me dead and buried, but what's pathetic is that you couldn't even capitalize on the notoriety of what you'd done. Aside from a short vacation and talking your way into a championship match, you've proven you can't do anything unless you have a goon squad backing your play. Even with numbers, all you've done is create chaos and try to do to others what you did to me.
Stopping for a moment, the stoic expression and underlying loathing are evident, but in Rowyn's eyes is a look of determination.
Rowyn: That's why I came back. I didn't call you out to validate my skills in the ring against yours or to paint myself as some kind of hero. I did it because it was the right thing to do. You want to put me down for good in the ring, but I want you to think about what you'll have to do to accomplish it because I have two words that will summarize your efforts: you won't.
Rowyn brings his hands together in a sudden clap as he stares into the camera.
Rowyn: I have the chance tonight to regain one of those two things this campaign of attrition has cost me. I may be someone who has the personality, style, and attitude of a time that would be a classic throwback to this business, but there's a place in PW for me. If I'm classic, then this dark star will be its shining paradigm.
Rowyn crosses his hands and front of his chest as he speaks once more.
Rowyn: So bring your pulpit, Mason. Bring your barbed-wire bat. I challenge you to do so. In the end, it's not going to matter. Whatever hell you intend to unleash can't compare to the hell I've walked through to get to this moment tonight. You will feel the unbridled wrath of a dark star. Your reign of mayhem is over. And when the smoke clears, I will retake my place in Phoenix Wrestling by putting you in yours.
With determination and purpose, Rowyn strides off camera toward the looming battle that awaits him.
 Rowyn Starr vs. Mason Daniels
(The amount of animosity that filled Daniels was clearly on display as his veins were popping out around his neck as he eyed a very calmed and cool Rowyn Starr who too is looking to rid of the maggot in front of him. The bell rung and the two clashed. Knowing each others abilities, Mason turned things into his own hands as the two engaged in a tie up, he quickly transitioned out of it into an arm wrench as he knew Rowyn had the solutions quickly so his progress was rather a quick one to get Rowyn to the mat as he went into a wristlock that soon followed with him going behind Rowyn with a waistlock. Rowyn looked to fight out of it but Mason quickly adjusted himself before sending Rowyn backwards with a German suplex. Getting back up, the waistlock was still on and it seemed he was trying to vy for another German but Rowyn blocked his attempt and broke out of his waistlock as he took and flipped Mason with to the canvas with an applied armbar as he placed a huge amount of pain on Mason, not just with the Fujiwara armbar but within it, pulling and stretching the fingers in directions not wanted. Mason managed to roll over, turning the submission attempt into a powering move, that of a pick-up powerbomb that saw Rowyn’s head collide with the canvas. Mason kept position, pinning him where he kicked out at 1 and a half.)(Rowyn tried to get to his feet but Mason had his left foot onto his hair, keeping him there as the ref yelled at Mason, shooting him a warning. Releasing, Starr got to his feet and got Mason in a headlock. Mason slithered out of the headlock, whipping him into the ropes as a shoulder block leveled Rowyn. Mason mounted Rowyn and began hammering down fist after fist only for to get the referee involved again, getting him off of Rowyn, yielding yet another warning. Mason yelled down at Rowyn as he got him up to one knee, slapping him in the face disrespectfully. Mason whipped Rowyn into the corner, delivering a Superkick right on the chin of Rowyn. Rowyn was seated in the corner and Mason wasted no time in taking it even further, attempting to choke Rowyn with his boot in the corner. Referee got up to the 4 and a half before he released before taunting. Mason soon returned back to Rowyn and got a fist to the gut in return. Rowyn, use of ropes got back to his feet quickly as he kicked Mason in the gut again before grabbing his head and drilling him into the mat with a DDT as both men laid there on the mat, breathing hard.)(Rowyn was the first to get to his feet as Mason struggled to get up but Rowyn made his way over to the legs of Mason, stomping on them, sort of repaying the favor for the cheap shots earlier in the match. Rowyn pulled Mason up by his hair, staring him in the eyes before lifting him up and dropping him down harshly with a kneebreaker. Mason clutching his right knee, rolled around as he was picked up by Rowyn, who delivered his signature Tsali Sweep, Full-Nelson Facebuster. Rowyn went for the pin and almost had it but Mason kicked out just at the 2 and a half mark. Rowyn transitioned himself over, putting Mason in an ankle lock on his right leg as Mason faded from tapping but felt the shoot up of pain in the leg and the lock on his ankle and joints. He moved on his elbows, dragging Rowyn with him as he managed to reach out for the ropes. Rowyn however kept the lock on for a couple extra seconds, showing that different side of him. Mason rolled to the outside to get a quick breather. Getting to the apron, Rowyn tried to suplex him in but Mason blocked and delivered a devastating headbutt that sent him backwards.)(Innovation by Mason showed him leaping off the ropes, springboarding with one good knee, taking Rowyn down with a Tornado DDT. Rowyn rolled all the way near to the opposite side of the ring. Mason, hobbling, grabbed Rowyn by his legs and managed to swing him...head-first into the ring post as the thud was heard. Mason laughed chaotically as he grabbed Rowyn and face planted him before pinning him, laughing. It all equaled to a resilient Rowyn kicking out at a near 3-count. Mason got up and the Phoenix-Tron grabbed his attention as his laughter slowly disappeared. That was the sight of his comrades Azazel and Asger in the back, struggling to get past the host of security that kept them grounded in position. Mason began panting in the ring, frustration brewing as he watched on. His boys continued to try and push their weight but their attempts were blocked as they were near the gorilla position.)(After time spent at viewing what chaos was slowly ensuing backstage, the cameras cut back ringside where Mason was steady fuming as his face was shown. Rowyn had finally come to, as he was in the corner getting himself together. Mason turned around, seeing Rowyn walking out of the corner and he instantly hit fifth gear, leading his head in for a Spear to take Rowyn down but only thing he took down was his shoulder into the ringpost as that loud crack on the collision echoed. Rowyn continued to gather himself briefly before pulling Rowyn out and connected with his signature, “Wounded Knees” (description) that transitioned smoothly right into his finisher, “Trail Of Tears”, a Straight-jacket Chokehold that got to Mason after he tried to fight it but before he began to pass out, Mason tapped as Rowyn released with the bell ringing in his favor.)WINNER by Submission, Rowyn Starr @ 17 Minutes and 48 Seconds!!!
Mason grabs a hold of his trusty barbed wire bat and begins to make his way over to Rowyn, but all of a sudden a young woman hops the guard rail and slides into the ring, getting between the two of them. Rodz: What is going on here? Alpine: That is Crystal Starr, that is Rowyn's sister. Mason stops dead in his tracks as Crystal begs with him not to attack her brother. The sadistic man slowly lowers his bat as he just looks at the woman from his past. He slowly approaches her, placing his hand on her arm, rubbing the scar where the chainsaw he had weilded grazed her arm. One of Mason's knees begins to buckle as he falls to one knee. Crystal places her hands on the sides of his head and begins to rub his temples. Rodz: What is going on? Why isn't Mason on the attack? Alpine: Isn't it obvious Rodz. Mason can't do anything to hurt Crystal. Then Jade comes from out of nowhere, attacking Crystal and sending her crashing down to the mat. Mason watches on in shock, not knowing what to do as he watches his young protege and lover attack the woman from his past. Mason is completely frozen as Jade continues to work her over. After a few more moments though, he has had enough. Mason gets to his feet and grabs a hold of Jade, turning her around. The two begin to argue and that is when he strikes. Mason takes a few steps back, making Jade think he has backed down, and then rushes forward, hitting her with The Javelin. Rodz: Did he just turn on Jade, for this girl? Alpine: Yes he did...yes he did. He seems Mason may not have many weaknesses, but he does has a soft spot. Mason quickly helps Crystal to her feet, but there is no time now. Asger and Azazel have already begun to head down the ramp. The young woman quickly collects Rowyn and slides out of the ring with him and Mason quickly ducks out too. As Crystal helps Rowyn up the ramp, Mason slowly exits through the crowd, the fans not knowing quite how to react as Jade gets to her feet and the three Pulpit members now stare down the man who had brought them all together. Alpine: Well this looks like it could be the end of an era. No one thought these four could be stopped, but it looks like Mason has turned on them all. Rodz: This can't be happening right now. Mason just put the biggest target on his back; and the people looking to take him out are the very ones he trained and brought in.
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Post by Slaine Rodrick on Jun 29, 2018 1:51:47 GMT
Recorded Earlier
(For the biggest show of the year, Phoenix Wrestling pulls out all the stops for its talent, including valet parking. Some of its contracted, though, aren't familiar with the barest institutions of the high life. The blue collar James Edwards is one of them.
Having arrived in a rented Toyota Camry, the Burning Heart is in a heated discussion with the valet, either confused or hesitant about turning over his keys. The exchange lasts for another moment or two before Edwards surrenders them. He opens the driver-side door and pulls out his gear bag.
As he begins his brief trek into the arena, Giles Whitmor comes flying out of nowhere, and sucker punches Edwards. Whitmor's strike staggers Edwards causing him to drop his bag, and to add insult to injury, Whitmor grabs Edwards by the seat of his pants and sends him flying across the hood of his rental car.
Whitmor saunters around the vehicle while the cameraman struggles to keep up. Then all of a sudden Edwards pounces from a crouched position. The two men jockey for control of the scrum on the asphalt with Edwards coming out with full mount. He drops a flurry of hammer fists, bloodying Whitmor's nose in the process before security arrives on the scene to separate the two men. Cut back to the booth.)
RODZ: HAHA Giles got punked! Fool tried to jump James and got his nose bloodied!
ALPINE: That’s what he gets for trying to blindside James. Clearly Giles is desperate to take out the threat that is James Edwards.
RODZ: And he’s gonna fail every time. This kid is on top of his game, and is without question one of the best newcomers of 2018.
ALPINE: The X Factor in this match is Lance Winters. He has ten minutes to defeat two hungry competitors. Let’s see if that crazy jerk can succeed.
 Rising Phoenix ChampionshipTriple Threat Lance Winters(c) vs. Giles Whitmor vs. James Edwards (Giles are seen staring at one another until the lights in the arena dims and their attention turns to the PhoenixTron as a video begins to play. As the video plays some country music begins to play through the PA System as the PW Rising Phoenix Champion is shown riding his motorcycle through the many hills that the North Carolina state has to offer….eating...barbeque? The crowd seems to get quite a laugh out of it as Lance comically takes a bite out of a rib with sauce all over his face in slow motion.
Shortly after the scene fades to a live feed backstage where the Reapers Prez is seen chewing away at another rib. He smiles to the camera and grins.)
LANCE WINTERS: YOU KNOW? EVER SINCE I told these lucky two NUT HUGZ I’d give them both a shot at MY championship...PEOPLE HAVE BEEN ASKING ME…”PREZ SHOULDN’T YOU BE TRAINING? Hey LANCE aren’t you worried about losing the Rising Phoenix Championship? LANCE WHY AREN’T YOU TAKING GILES AND JAMES seriously”. And you know what I have to say to that?
(Lance lifts up a bottle of beer and chugs it and...burps. Pretty damn loud if you ask me. When you thought the burp was it...THERE WAS MORE! He lift his leg and let’s our a ultra loud fart! Jesus...That sounded wet. People in the hallway cover their noses in disgust and someone in the background is seen gagging into a trash can.)
LANCE WINTERS: That’s what I THINK of fucking James and Giles.
(Winters walks over and climbs onto his motorcycle. He winks to the camera before turning the ignition and letting the engine roar. Lance then takes off down the hall.)
LANCE WINTERS: BRRRRRNNNTTT BRRRRRNNTTTT!!! OUT OF THE RISING PHOENIX’S WAY FUCKERS!!!
(The scene fades back out to the arena where James and Giles are sen fuming. “Dance With The Devil” by. Breaking Benjamin hits the PA System as Lance is soon seen bursting through the curtains riding his motorcycle still eating away on the same rib from before. The crowd boos the champion as he slowly rides down the ramp and around the ring. Winters rides around the ring at least seven times or so just to finish the rib he was eating or even just enjoy his own theme music.
Giles seems to be annoyed by this as he rolls out of the ring and tries to time his next move correctly as Lance rides around the ring. As he gets ready to turn the corner Giles goes for a Running Hook..NO! Lance speeds up and hits Giles with a vicious Clothesline From Hell while on the motorcycle! Lance stops the motorcycle and parks it. He shakes his head as he gets off the bike and looks to Giles asking him what the fuck he was even thinking. Lance slowly walks over and grabs Giles up to his feet just to rip his damn dress jacket off of him! Lance kicks tosses him back down to the ground as he then wipes the BBQ Sauce off his hands and face. Lance chuckles to himself and shrugs to James as he tosses the jacket on Giles. Winters slides into the ring and tells the referee to ring the damn bell.) DING DING DING!
(The bell rings and James rips into Lance with some hard leg kicks, surprising him and getting him to back up. Lance squares up for a striking battle, but a hard leg kick-right hook combo gets him to reconsider that and back up to a corner. Edwards races in for the kill, only to catch a thumb to the eye, a kick to the nuts, then a face shove to the mat! Drowning boos from the crowd as Lance loves that he gets to do what he wants, unrestricted for ten minutes. He raises his arms to the crowd and starts to talk smack, leaving an opportunity for Giles to find a way in. Giles comes racing from behind with a running superman punch to the back of Lance’s head, knocking him up and over the top rope! Fans at ringside laugh at Lance as Giles proceeds to pepper the kneeling James with headlock punches. He then slams him down on the mat face first, steps on his back, flexes to boos, then steps off. He spins around Lance and starts smashing him with hard fists, getting James to cover up. However he makes the mistake of getting too close to a man with a good ground game and he gets caught in a triangle! He panics and tries powering out of the hold, but James Edwards hammers his forehead with hard punches, one hitting Giles in the nose and making it bleed again!
Lance comes to a woozy stand to see James Edwards on the verge of submitting Giles. He slides into the ring, nailing a running elbow drop to the chest of James! He then picks up James by his hair, untangling him from the triangle and getting him to a standing position. He then slings him to the ropes, comes in for a big spear on the return, only to be caught with a beautiful guillotine choke! James tightens the hold once the two hit the ground, bringing the ref to stay close. Giles takes a second to wipe the blood from his nose, then runs up with a big kick to James’s ribs, getting him to release with a scream! Lance doesn’t mess around with his guard and gets out while he can, instead putting his focus on Giles. Giles is already one step ahead with a series of slugging shots to the ribs and stomach. He then presses Lance against the ropes and attempts a headbutt. Only for Lance to duck, snake eyes him on the top rope, then take him to the mat with a jumping cutter! Boos from the crowd as Lance eats up the crowd’s hatred before turning to James who is getting to his feet, holding his sore ribs. Lance smiles at his target then drives a dropkick right to where his hand is, driving James to the corner. He then runs in full steam and smashes James with a spear, eliticing “OHHH!!!”s from the crowd.
Lance makes the mistake of showboating and allowing a heavily dazed James to stumble out of the corner. That stumbling is part of his possum playing though as he spins around and cracks Lance in the chin with the Concrete Chameleon, sending him stumbling to the ropes! The top rope is the only thing keeping Lance standing as holds onto it with both hands, watching as James haunches down, preparing to PK kick his head off. Just before he starts running though he gets caught with a running knee to the injured ribs from Giles, knocking him off his game and bringing the crowd to boo! Giles starts pounding down on James with Lance looking relieved. He pulls himself off the ropes and laughs as Giles pounds away on James. Giles stops for two seconds to tell the crowd to shut up, and two seconds is all James needs to spin around on his back and lock the standing Giles in a grapevine inverted kneebar! Giles starts screaming like a madman, looking to be on the verge of tapping out. Lance looks at Malik ready to call the bell, and he stops that by hitting a running punt to the chest of Giles, sending him outside of the ropes, but still dangling in by a leg as James still has him hooked! Giles taps on the apron curtain from the leg wrenching pain but Malik doesn’t see it.
Lance hears the fans chanting the thirty count, realizes he has thirty seconds to win, and panics. He low dropkicks James in the face, getting him to release. He then drags Giles in the ring, who immediately grabs onto his destroyed leg. James tries to shoot up to his feet but Lance kicks him in the balls, then throws him to the outside. Not one to waste an opportunity, Lance pins Giles as the fans do the final countdown.)
WINNER, AND STILL RISING PHOENIX CHAMPION: Lance Winters © via PINFALL @ 9 minutes, 58 seconds.
ALPINE: Lance retains his championship with just two seconds to spare!
RODZ: Incredible. With the lax rules of the belt, I feel as if Lance has found himself a title he can hold onto for quite some time.
ALPINE: Face the facts Johnny. There was several opportunities Edwards had of becoming Rising Phoenix Champion taken away from this being a chaotic triple threat match with two dastardly villains.
RODZ: You can’t blame the veteran for making the most out of the rules.
(Malik is handed the Rising Phoenix Championship by the timekeeper, and Lance immediately rips it out of his hands and escapes to the outside. He jumps on his bike, revs it up, only to look back and see James running his way. He speeds off with a loud cackle right before James can grab him, screaming “TOODLES!!” as he whips around the title. He rides off behind the curtains, leaving James pissed at having his title opportunity taken away from him. From James’s angry face we cut to the locker room of the Collective. Tony and Geno are taking turns on a pull up bar, with Tony showing off his perfect form before dropping down and flexing. He looks down at his bare chest before looking over to the suit wearing Frankie Starlight, who is busy thumbing away at his phone.)
Tony: Frankie my boy! Ya gonna take a stab at this pull up bar?
(Frankie looks up with a weak grin.)
Frankie: Nah. I ain’t gonna need arm strength to win the championship.
Tony: How the fuck can you wear a suit? It’s over a hundred degrees and sewah humid.
Frankie: What can I say...I’m just that cool.
(Geno and Tony laugh at the comment, getting Frankie to grimace.)
Tony: C’mon Frankie we don’t need jokes like that, Geno’s trying to do pull ups before his big match and you’re bustin’ him up.
Frankie: Buddy, I save the sweatin’ for my fight. You two are gonna be blown out the first five minutes.
Tony: That’s bullshit and you know it. Alright, let’s take it down a notch. Frankie, I got all the faith in the world in you man. I know you’re tough enough to survive in a crazy environment like the Phoenix Roulette cell.
(Frankie with a sly smirk.)
Frankie: And I know you two will take out that ABC Family tag team Chris and Mandi. Just keep ya focus and don’t let them dictate the pace. They are smart enough to keep you separated and pick you two apart.
(Tony returns the smirk.)
Tony: Just like Maz, Aurora, Frisky, Nina, and Ana are smart enough to gang up on you and take you out. They hate you Frankie.
(That smirk drops and Frankie shoves his phone in his back pocket.)
Frankie: You think I don’t know that? I ain’t got nowhere to turn man. I have to take this beatin’.
Tony: C’mon brotha, think about it this way. What did you do on the streets when it was five on one?
Frankie: Knock out the biggest and watch the little ones scatter like roaches.
Tony: Exactly. But none of the fucks ya fightin’ are big, so go for the best. Go for Ana. Take her out first.
Frankie: I will Tony, I promise you.
(Frankie does a slap hug to Tony before the group head out of the locker room. The cameras cut to Mandi, and Chris Andrew’s locker room. Chris was wearing a hoodie with headphones on, laying back and eyes closed. He was preparing himself mentally for his upcoming title defense against The Collective. Mandi walks into the room, as she smiles at Chris. She knew he was getting himself ready, just like she was. She takes a deep breath while closing her eyes. She lets it out slowly. She knew their match was going to be a hard one, but they could do it.)
Mandi: Tonight we defend the titles against The Collective. The evil bastards who can’t understand they didn’t deserve a shot. They had to bully their way into a shot. They think they can just attack anyone, put their hands on anyone, threaten anyone to get their shots. Use force to get them without earning them.
Mandi pauses for a minute while looking at Chris again. She turns from him.
Mandi: I know once the bell rings, Chris, and I plan on showing them why they don’t put their hands on me. Why they made a mistake in attacking me like they did. I am done playing games with them. Tonight it will end. Chris, and I will beat them for the last time, then move on. If they can’t after this, that is on them. They want to try anything, I will let them, but I will pay them back, and do it way worse. I am done letting them try to push me around, and push my husband around. They will learn making it personal like they did is going to cost them dearly.
Mandi smiles sweetly, showing she was ready, and calm. She knew Chris, and her had a plan, one they would stick to. She was done letting The Collective pull their attacks and methods on them.
Mandi: Once we beat you again Tony, and Geno, you will not be getting another title shot. This will end once and for all. Think I am kidding, wait, and see. I am far from kidding. I am ready to put you in your place, and prove why The Andrews are the Duos Champions.
(Mandi looks at Chris, as she taps him on his shoulder, getting his attention. She nods with her head indicating it was time to head out. Chris nods his head, as he takes the headphones out. He stands up, before the two walk out of the room. Cut to the booth.)
RODZ: Who the fuck is Mandi to say this is their final tag title shot? Last I checked The Collective have been a tag team longer.
ALPINE: After the viscous attacks from The Collective over the months, I think they have the right to put a limit on these lawless dogs.
RODZ: Whatever, I think this is the Collective’s night to shine. The hardest hook and the hardest grip in the business are set to get their first taste of gold.
ALPINE: Not if Chris and Mandi have anything to say about it!
 PW Duos ChampionshipsChris and Mandi Andrew (c)(c) vs. The Collective (Tony Tira and Geno 'Forklift' Forliti)
(Starting off the match for their team is Tony. Chris insists on getting in the ring with him, to which Mandi obliges and lets her man start the action. The bell rings and Tony and Chris get into fighting stances right away. Chris tries to throw a couple of wild high kicks to keep Tony away, but Tony eases into the pocket and tries to catch Chris in a clinch. As soon as he feels Tony’s hand around the back of his neck he ducks and scoops out, peppering Tony with a jab to the chin on his way out. Tony smiles and nods, pursuing Chris and trying to get him to back up to a corner. Chris however circles out and attempts a leg kick, only for Tony to catch it and chase a one legged Chris. Chris however catches him off guard with an enziguri, cracking him to the mat to the “OHHH!!”s of the crowd. Chris then takes advantage of the grounded Tony with a senton, then a running senton, then finally a second rope springboard senton over the back as Tony tries to stand! “CHRIS!!” cheers ring out through the Coliseum as he smiles and tags in his wife. Mandi gets right on Tony with a grounded dropkick to the face, knocking him back down to the mat! Tony tries crawling for Geno but Mandi surprises him with a leaping ass smash to the back, grounded him and allowing Mandi the opportunity to slam some elbows into the side of his skull! Geno steps in the ring and Mandi backs off with a smile as the crowd cheers for her.
Referee Oz Oxford Jr. points for Geno to return to the apron as Mandi drags Tony away from his corner. She then goes to pick him up, only for Tony to catch her in a single tie clinch and slam her in the sternum with a hard right! “OHHH!!”s from the crowd as Mandi drops to the mat, the wind knocked out of her. Tony smiles and tags in Geno, who returns the smile as he looks to the helpless Mandi. Chris screams at Geno, saying “IF YOU HURT HER, I’LL KILL YOU!!” Geno just laughs it off as he grabs Mandi by the throat off the ground. He then lifts her up off her feet one handed, holding her in a dangling position, her feet four feet off the mat. Oz gets to a four count, getting Geno to release as Mandi looks desperate for a tag. Gasping and begging for oxygen as she scoots to her corner. Geno stops that by picking her up by her left leg. This time he dangles her off the mat upside down, laughing as she tries to fight for air and fight for release. She uses the angle to swing around and kick Geno in the throat, getting him to release and drop her to the mat. The fans rally on the gagging Mandi to make that string pulled hot tag to Chris who is on his tippy toes. Mandi crawls over and leap tags, bringing in the house of fire Chris Andrew! The crowd pops hard as Chris flies at Geno and hits the Dr. Pepper Special! He then does a standing moonsault and goes for the pin.)
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(Geno press throws Chris off of his chest, sending him clattering to the mat next to him. That doesn’t hinder Chris as he hops on Geno’s chest and starts nailing some ground and pound to Geno! He pounds away and screams in fury, bringing Tony to rush into the ring with a big knee to the side of the head! Boos from the crowd as both men lay side by side and Tony is reprimanded for his interference. Both men start to recover to their feet after about ten seconds with Geno the first to attack as he snatches Chris by his neck. He then stands with Chris, gritting his teeth as he aims for a military press. He goes for the lift only for Chris to kick him in the ribs, dropkick him on his bad knee on the release, then drop him to the mat with a pinpoint dropkick to the temple! The fans are on their feet in support of Chris Andrew as he looks to be going to the top rope for the Canyon Dive. He sets up for it, bringing the crowd to their feet and the camera flashes going off. However Tony races into the ring in the nick of time, pulling Geno by his arm and making Chris miss! Boos from the crowd as Oz is in Tony’s face this time, giving him a final warning. He screams “ALRIGHT!!” in Oz’s face and returns to his corner. Shortly after Geno makes it to his feet and tags in Tony to boos, who goes right after the crawling Chris with a stomp to the back of the head.
Tony then picks up a weary Chris and hooks him in a single tie clinch, his speciality. He then starts smashing Chris with uppercuts, getting him to cover up! However the fourth one in hits it’s mark, dropping Chris to the mat! Chris is on dream street as Tony goes to tag back in Geno to inflict further damage. They pick up the heavily dazed Chris, with Chris being held back by Geno in a full nelson as Tony works over his ribs with some punches. The combo finishes with Geno picking up Chris, then slamming him on the mat with a full nelson slam!! “OHHH!!”s from the crowd as Tony retreats to his corner. Geno places a big boot over his chest for the pin…)
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(Chris shoulder shrugs out to which Geno laughs and shakes his head. Geno then picks up Chris and places him in a military press, then looks to the crowd on the opposite side of the ring. They pop hard as Geno is looking to ring toss Chris! He runs to the ropes for the toss, only for Chris to somehow find enough in him to drop out the back, then low dropkick Geno in his bad knee! He follows up the debilitating kick by chopping away with leg kicks till’ Geno falls! Tony looks on with eager anticipation to interfere, but sees Oz watching him like a hawk. Chris lifts up Geno’s big leg, then drives an up close low dropkick to the joint, softening him up! He then tags in Mandi to the roar of the crowd, and she starts things off with a running senton right over the injured leg! She adds in a few passionate stomps of her own, dropkicks Geno in the face as he tries to sit up.
Sensing Geno is right where she wants him, Mandi heads to the top rope and begs Geno to stand. Being in line with Tony’s corner brings on that insatiable urge to interfere. He runs at Mandi for the knock off the top, only for Chris to criss cross the ring with a lethargic, yet effective flying forearm! Tony’s back goes crashing into the barricade as Mandi waves for Geno to stand. He does, heavily favoring that bad right knee. Mandi puts him out of his misery with the Down In Flames, going for the pinfall!)
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WINNERS, AND STILL DUOS CHAMPIONS: Mandi and Chris Andrew © © via PINFALL @ 18 minutes, 19 seconds.
ALPINE: Amazing! Mandi and Chris push through a barrage of pain and find themselves retaining against one very dangerous tag team!
RODZ: Geno really needs to get knee surgery. That bad knee is gonna cost them every damn time.
ALPINE: I agree, he has been wrestling with that injury for awhile. I just hope The Collective can take their loss with grace this time.
(‘Renegade Cavalcade’ by Ash plays over the PA, getting Chris and Mandi to hug shortly after their titles are handed to them. They raise their titles out to the crowd, only to approached by Tony and Geno. Surprisingly instead of attacking Mandi and Chris, Tony just… nods to the pair and picks up Geno, helping his partner to the back though it’s clear he’s carrying most of the weight. The cameras cut to a monitor in place in the back where they find Masaru Inoue and Aurora fully dressed in spectacularly sparkling matching ring gear, watching as Chris and Mandi have their moment, the monitor’s image reflected in the mirrored lenses of Masaru’s round sunglasses, perched on his pierced nose. Aurora almost lazily reaches out and touches the screen, her tone idly amused.)
AURORA: How easily they hold up what belongs to us… that is, should we so choose to come after it again. I am enjoying watching the tapestry being woven though, I’ll admit to that. I’m glad you’re being patient, Masaru. I have business soon in Mexico and then a score to settle come closer to the holidays that I never thought I would. Together we’ve done so much, but I think first and foremost, we’ve reminded people of just who the fuck we are.
(Masaru nods as Aurora’s musical little laugh echoes around the area, adjusting the tape around his wrists, the lights above gleaming off the silvery bits on his ring gear and Aurora’s.)
MASARU: Indeed, indeed… but tonight we have another golden opportunity before I focus on taking back something else that is still mine! People will learn, that once I’ve had my teeth in it, it belongs to me...
(He and Aurora exchange a glance before they both burst out laughing, she shaking her head just a little, the thick braid her hair is caught in for combat slithering around and down to her waist.)
AURORA: This year is barely half over and we’ve held more gold more places than some of these runts have ever stepped foot in. When we want, we get. It’s just a matter of time. Tonight though...
(They hit their forearms together and grin, Aurora’s gaze going back to the monitor.)
AURORA: We’re on the path to getting you that first true taste of the Rebirth Championship, and it’s high time you got it. You and I both know what we can do, no matter how chaotic this environment will be… even if it’s not quite the match I hoped for.
(A tiny sigh as Masaru nods, tipping his head thoughtfully as here is Olly, the owl swooping past the pair and flying a lazy loop down the hall and back again as if to tell them it’s almost time. What a helpful owl!)
MASARU: Everything will fall into place just as it always has. Here or not, but oh if it’s here! I can almost taste it, like blood on the back teeth after a deep, deep juicy bite.
(Aurora gives him a sidelong glance, the pair of them grinning before they turn and head towards the stage area to be ready for the match ahead of them tonight.)
AURORA: One way or the other, Masaru, we will have our feast.
(We cut away from the spooky duo to another Roulette competitor. Frisky D is sitting on a crate backstage, wearing an old Sonics jersey and hat tilted to the side, kicking her legs as they dangle. She's looking-- not straight down-- but down and ahead, seemingly entrenched in thought ahead of tonight's monumental match. After a deep breath, she looks ahead and exhales sharply.)
FRISkY D:So I had a bunch of stuff I was gonna say, but after thinking about things, it all seems kind of stupid.
(She shrugs.)
FRISKY D:Like I was going to try and set the stage and stuff, but let's be real. If you're watching this you know what's at stake, you know how monumental this stage is and you know the journey I've been on. Whether it was putting my job on the line at this same show last year, any of the highs I've had, or just how fucking crushed I was when I didn't win the Rebirth Title in front of my home city.
(A beat skips.)
FRISKY D:Maybe it's been a bit melodramatic at times, the fact that I haven't really hid anything about how I'm feeling or the journey I've been on. But I think the fact I've been so open and people get to feel like they're following along with me might be why I have way more fans than I ever thought I would, it's sure not because I'm great at the actual wrestling part of things.
(She lightly chuckles, then her face turns serious again.)
FRISKY D:So then I was like, okay I can talk about all the lengths I'll go to so I can make sure I don't come up short again. People seem to call me a risk-taker, have that perception of me, maybe that'll be interesting. But again, like I thought about things and thought about what I'm stepping into later tonight.
(Frisky starts counting off on her fingers, then holds up her left hand.)
FRISKY D:I'm getting locked in here in this Roulette thing with five other people who are all really dangerous, who all know what's on the line. Ana's the champ and you wanna talk about risk-takers that's her, and she's got that switch she can flip. Nina is just like a super driven fighting machine who's got a shit ton of experience, a lot of drive and has learned a bunch of styles-- that's dangerous. Aurora, some people are all like 'oh it's Mama Rori' but you wanna talk about dangerous? She lost her first title she had here in Phoenix via DQ for kicking too much ass, by choking Ashlyn out cold. The first time PW put her in a giant structure with a title on the line she put a dude in a coma, and she moves to a different beat she doesn't have the same traditional motivations as everyone else-- she's prob the most dangerous on in this thing. Maz her partner, been a dangerous guy for a long time, done some wacked out shit. But the thing is to me, before he disappeared a few years ago he totally bottomed out to where he kept losing to Chris Shields. And someone who knows what it's like to lose everything they worked for, who's seen it all fall apart and lost any fucks to give they might've had they become even more dangerous.
(She stops, then lets out a light sigh.)
FRISKY D:Then Frankie, listen I know he might be the least credible dude in this, he's the big mouth who weaseled his way in. But whether he's actually a top level wrestler or not, the dude's got no moral compass. He's the type of guy you just know invites people to go swimming in a pair of cement flippers. I don't put anything past him; and you take these people and you put them all in something that the company's promotional material has described as--
(Frisky loudly clears her throat.)
FRISKY D:A "GRUELING DEATH FORTRESS" then I think it's kinda redundant, kinda pointless for me to go into a whole spiel making promises about what I'll do, how far I'll go. Even forgetting that the biggest prize in this company's on the line, walking into a match like this, saying what you're gonna do is pointless. This is a scenario where the whole world's gonna find out really quickly that either you're about that life, or you're not, simple as that. So yeah, me? Plan on showing I am, I plan on showing I am.
(She flashes a peace sign and the cameras cut away. The cameras immediately cut elsewhere backstage. Phoenix Wrestling interviewer, Kiko Hirayama, is shown as she makes her way towards the women’s locker room. She knocks a couple times and asks if everyone inside is decent. A voice on the other side says “yes.” Kiko opens the door and enters. Inside, Nina Stokes is stretching and warming up.)
KIKI HIRAYAMA: Hey there Nina! I’m sorry to bother you. I can see you are getting into the zone and everything. But, I was hoping you had some time to answer a question or two and speak to the Phoenix faithful?
NINA STOKES: No problem. Just give a quick second.
(She quickly finishes working on her arms, making sure they are nice and lose. Nina quickly turns her neck a bit, which elicits a small pop.)
NINA STOKES: There we go.
(She then turns and faces Kiki.)
NINA STOKES: Alright, fire away.
(Kiki proceeds.)
KIKI HIRAYAMA: It seems that everyone is amped up about the Phoenix Roulette match. You all are going to be fighting and scrapping for the Phoenix Rebirth Championship. Now, we heard from Frisky D earlier in the evening. She seems confident that she’s going to walk away with her hand held high. What do you make of that?
(Nina pauses for a second to think.)
NINA STOKES: Some people might look at Frisky’s confidence and mistake it for arrogance. She faced defeated at Tempest II—that night, I beat her in one of the most anticipated main events in Phoenix Wrestling history. At Redemption 123? She fought me and Aurora in a triple-threat match. I pinned Aurora, but that was another loss. And of course, me, Frisky, and Frankie took an L at Redemption 124…
(She takes another pause.)
NINA STOKES: But you know what? I’d say Frisky has all the right in the world to be confident.
(Nina shrugs her shoulders.)
NINA STOKES: Who won Boats N’ Throws last year? Frisky did that, and she beat me to boot. Although she went on lose in the end, she had a kick ass match with Cassius. And I mean, hell, Frisky defeated the current champion cleanly at Redemption 121. So yeah, she’s got every right to be rocking and rolling, you know what I mean?
(Kiki nods her head.)
KIKI HIRAYAMA: How do you plan on stopping her?
(Nina smirked.)
NINA STOKES: That’s simple—I’m going to bring the fight to her.
(She nods.)
NINA STOKES: You see, I’ve earned the right to be confident myself. Tempest II was one of the largest events in Phoenix Wrestling—your girl walked away with that win. I’ve tangoed with Aurora. My boo, and one of the best to ever step into the ring.
NINA STOKES: The truth of the matter is, I’ve worked my ass off to get to this point. There’s been a lot of sleepless and restless nights. So you can bet your ass I’m going out there with every intention of coming home with that belt.
(Kiki redirects the question.)
KIKI HIRAYAMA: Nina, there are a lot of awesome competitors in this match. How do you feel about them?
NINA STOKES: Well, I think everyone knows how feel about Masaru—fuck that bitch.
(She takes a moment to think about what she wants to say in regards to the others.)
NINA STOKES: You know, I’ll just say this. The level of talent in this match is out of this world. Everyone is going to be doing everything they can to pull out a win, there’s no doubt about that. But this match? This championship? It’s something that I want. It’s something that I need. When I was a little girl watching wrestling with my brother, I always dreamed of being THE woman. I always dreamed of holding a company’s top belt. And up until tonight, I’ve never had the chance.
(She pauses.)
NINA STOKES:But I’ve got the chance tonight. The chance of a lifetime. And I’m not going to let anyone out there step on my dreams—you can bet your ass on that.
(Her words are strong. For a moment, Kiki is unable to say anything. After a few seconds though, she nods her head.)
KIKI HIRAYAMA: Thank you for your words Nina. Good luck out there tonight.
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Post by Slaine Rodrick on Jun 29, 2018 1:53:18 GMT
 MAIN EVENT
Rebirth ChampionshipPhoenix Roulette Anastasia Starling (c) vs. Masaru Inoue vs. Aurora vs. Frankie Starlight vs. Frisky D. vs. Nina Stokes
(After the first four have made their entrances and stepped in their pods, the lights go dim for the champion. ‘Time’ (Yelhigh! Remix) plays over the PA, getting a loud “TOO TWEET!!” chant going. Red and orange sparklers stream from the entranceway, and shortly thereafter Anastasia bursts through the curtains wearing a special orange and red top hat with matching ringmaster jacket and ring gear. She holds her title high and looks around wide eyed, showing off her deep red eyes.)
HARDT: Making her way to the ring, weighing in at 117 pounds, she is the longest reigning Rising Phoenix Champion, current Rebirth Champion, she is the SONGBIRD...ANNNNAAAAAASSSSTTTAAASSSSSIIIIAAAA STTTTTTAAAARRRRRLLLLIIIINNNNNGGGGG!!!
ALPINE: Anastasia looking extra insane tonight for her big battle.
RODZ: She’s like a cuter version of Zoul from Ghostbusters. I’m digging the look.
(Anastasia goes to the ring with purpose and slides in. She looks over to her empty pod, then takes a slow glance at all her competitors, laid back in their plexiglass pods. She then goes to all four of the occupied pods and screams at them, a crowd accompanied “MINE!!” as she hits all four. She then hands her belt to senior official Oz Oxford Jr. who holds the belt high to the crowd. A graphic flies on the screen stating ‘REBIRTH CHAMPIONSHIP’. Oz then hands off the belt to the timekeeper as Anastasia steps into her pod and lays back. As soon as she does the pod cover closes, leaving her encapsulated and staring out at her opposition. Her theme ends and the lights go back on. There’s a low hum around the crowd, which erupts into boos as soon as they see the PhoenixTron video for ‘Frankie Starlight’. ‘Nice Work If You Can Get It’ plays and out comes Frankie looking agitated with a mic in hand, who is quick to tug on his collar due to the mounting heat in the Greensboro Coliseum.)
HARDT: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 175 pounds, he is the showman of the Collective, and LUUCCKKKKY SEED NUMBER 1, FRRRRRRAAAAANNNNKKKKKIIIIEEEEE STTTTTTARRRRLIIIIIGHHHHHHTTTTT!!!
ALPINE: Poor Frankie. They drew straws backstage and he came up a little short.
RODZ: Make the most of it Frankie. All you gotta do is last till’ the end.
ALPINE: You make that sound so easy.
(Frankie can’t take the heat and strips out of his dress jacket. He tosses it out to the crowd, but they toss it right back at him! Laughs from the audience as this just pisses off the sweat stain covered Frankie even more. He marches down to the ring, stomps up the steps, and swings through the ropes. With his instrumental track still playing, he speaks over it as a spotlight shines down on him. As he speaks, the cell slowly lowers into place around the ring.)
Starlight: I was gonna sing my theme, but since these fucks wanna put me as the starter in the cage, I got no choice but to shoot on all these bitches.
(Starlight clears his throat as the crowd boos. He makes his way over to the pod closest to him, which is coincidentally his hated rival Masaru Inoue. He smiles and sings to the beat as he stares at the pissed looking Maz.)
The bitch who only lives for making money Living to be Aurora’s bitch isn’t sunny Likewise the bitch who works for fame There's no guarantee that time won't erase Maz’s name The fact is, the only work that really brings enjoyment Is Maz cleaning Aurora’s gutters and toilets He’s got his bird, which is funny ‘cause he’s Aurora’s pet You’d make a good gimp champion, if you can get it
(Just to continue his berating he goes from the angry face of Maz to the double birds of Aurora.)
Doing rituals at midnight 'Neath a starry sky Shit work if you can get it And you can get it if you try Strolling with the one demon You’re grasping Satan’s thigh Shit work if you can get it And you can get it if you try
(Aurora adds in a few expletives as he makes his way over to Frisky D. who is smirking and faux clapping.)
Just imagine someone Considerin’ yous a star You’d be more popular Getting hit by a car Hating the one who hates you And then taking that vow To suck and lose every time And if you get it, won't you tell me how?
(Frankie laughs at the anger building on Frisky’s face as he makes his way over to Nina Stokes giving him the narrowed eyes.)
Girl you are a cutie But you’d kick me in my eye Get past beating me up And you’ll like this dick if you try Banging this gangster paid stud Moaning all night I don’t lie Nice work if you can get it And you can get it if you try
(Frankie winks at Nina as she simply shakes her head with a snarl. Finally over to Anastasia’s pod, to which Frankie adjusts his tie with a smirk.)
Just imagine someone Waiting at your pod door Where two fists punch your face for fun Who could ask for anything more? I can’t wait to take your title You’ve been good up to now It's nice work AND I WILL GET IT Tonight, I’m gonna show you how!
(He then thwacks his hand along the Plexiglas, getting her to say a few mean things to him. He backs off and hands Oz his mic, then stands patiently in the center of the ring.)
ALPINE: I don’t see why Frankie is so relaxed...they started the timer as soon as the cell dropped to the ground!
RODZ: Let him relax and have his moment.
(Suddenly there’s a loud siren that gets everyone’s attention. A video plays on the PhoenixTron, showing an animated six shooter over a roman coliseum background. The chamber pops out, showing five bullets in the chamber. The chamber then spins and clips back into place on the gun. The gun then turns to the attention of the viewer. There’s then a loud explosion from the Tron, and we see the front of one of the capsules fly up. Stepping out with eager anticipation is seed 2, Masaru Inoue! The crowd goes wild as Masaru immediately gives chase.)
DING DING DING!!
ALPINE: If starting as the first seed wasn’t bad enough, his first competitor is Masaru Inoue!
RODZ: Run Frankie run!!
(Frankie scrambles to the cell wall and starts climbing the chain link fence. However Masaru is not deterred by this and runs up with the agility of a cat, snagging Frankie by his leg! Frankie tries to kick him off but Masaru climbs up right beside him, seven feet above the apron. With one hand hooked to the cage, Maz starts back elbowing Frankie, getting him throw back some weak punches in retaliation. Maz decides to grab one of those punches, hook Frankie in a side hug, hook his leg, then throw them both off the cell wall, crashing into the mat with a russian leg sweep off the cell!! “HOLY SHIT!!” chants start up from the fans as both men bounce off the mat. As much as his spine is throbbing, Frankie does his best to get away from Maz. Only for Maz to lunge on him and lock him in a crossface! The crowd pops as he cranks away, but they pop even louder once they see the six shooter appear on the PhoenixTron again. The barrel spins, locks in place with four bullets left, then points to the camera. It fires off, sending another explosion booming as another pod top pops up. This one is Frisky D., which brings some big pops from the crowd. She aids Masaru by hitting the ropes, then coming back with a high speed low dropkick to Frankie’s face! “OHHH!!”s from the crowd as Maz releases and grabs a handful of Frankie’s hair. Deciding to make the best out of him being woozy, he grabs Frankie’s face and rakes it back and forth on the chain link fence! Frankie screams in agony as blood courses down his forehead. He then makes matters worse by throwing him to Frisky, who back body drops him back first into her empty pod! He lands upside down, struggling to get out of pod hole.)
ALPINE: Frankie’s trapped in the pod, something he didn’t see happening!
RODZ: Sing your way out of this Frankie!
(Frisky and Masaru look to each other, smile, then run in and start stomping Frankie upside down in the pod! The crowd are on their feet for the double team as Frankie is their personal kick bag. The combo is ended by Masaru spewing green mist in Frankie’s face, causing him to double over and flop out of the pod as he wipes his eyes frantically! Frankie screams out for help, leaving Masaru laughing and savoring the moment. Frisky takes advantage of the distraction and leapfrogs over Masaru’s shoulders and catches him for a bulldog. Instead of dropping down though she springs her foot off the top of the pod, then spin around for a tornado bulldog on Masaru!! The crowd is firmly behind Frisky as she scouts Masaru from behind. Once he comes to a stand she takes him right back down again with a running blockbuster, leaving him kicking in pain! Frisky goes to continue her assault but the six shooter graces us again, this time with three bullets left in the chamber. The barrel spins, the gun blasts, and the third pod flies open. Out comes Aurora to a huge pop from the crowd as she lights into Frisky D. with hard chops to the chest! The crowd “WOOO!!!”ing as Aurora chops away, forcing Frisky to back up to the ropes. Aurora goes for another big chop, but Frisky blocks her and swings her over to the ropes. Frisky attempts to go for her clubbing blows, but Aurora isn’t having that and blocks two, then snatches and drops Frisky with the To Be Named! She looks down at her opposition then goes to help up her comrade Masaru.)
ALPINE: Masaru and Aurora are now united in this match, and that isn’t good news for the rest of the competitors.
RODZ: Especially with who they’re looking at.
(Frankie hunches on all fours, blood leaking from his face like a faucet. Masaru and Aurora fiendishly grin at each other, then make their way over to Frankie. Aurora yanks up the bloody Frankie, then drops him to the mat with the To Be Named! His head bounces off the mat, but he’s not out yet. Masaru helps him to find peace by cracking him upside his head with the Killshot, cleaning his clock! Oz lifts up Frankie’s arm, only for it to fall limply to the ground. The bell rings for the first elimination!)
HARDT: FRANKIE STARLIGHT HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!
ALPINE: Frankie knew he was going into a meat grinder and got exactly what he expected.
RODZ: Well, at least you can say you got a shot against the champ! That’s something, right?
(Masaru and Aurora hug, proud of eliminating Frankie Starlight. They then stop and realize just how much of Frankie’s blood is on them. They shrug their shoulders as medics come in the ring and escort Frankie Starlight out through the chain link door. It’s locked after he leaves, and the six shooter comes alive again. It features two bullets this time, and comes to a spin. It then locks and aims for the camera, and we get another pod top blown off. The Rebirth Champion Anastasia Starling is the feature this time, and she looks kind of pissed. She walks up to Masaru and shoves him, asking why he couldn’t save a piece of Frankie for her? Before Aurora can interfere, Frisky catches her back from earlier with a tornado DDT of her own, smashing Aurora to the mat! Frisky yanks up Aurora as Anastasia takes a rushing Masaru down to the mat with an armdrag. She does this several times, finally cranking on armbar to slow down Maz. Meanwhile Frisky lands a chop on Aurora, then grabs her hand and springs off the ropes, landing a springboard triangle armdrag! “OHHH!!”s from the crowd as the much more experienced Aurora stacks up and rolls out of the armbar attempt. Frisky attempts to convert to a triangle, but Aurora slithers out of that too and tells Frisky to stand. She does, right as the six shooter graces the PhoenixTron for the final time. With one left in the chamber, it fires off and Nina enters the match.)
ALPINE: Nina gets the lucky spot of being the last entrant. Let’s see if she can parlay this into a victory tonight!
RODZ: She’s a qualified veteran to hold the title, no question. But this is quite the gauntlet to be run tonight.
(Just as Maz starts to rally to his feet with Anastasia gripping that arm, Nina kicks him in the side, dropping him to his knees! Aurora then releases the arm, then uses Masaru’s back as a springboard to latch onto Nina and hurricanrana her across the ring! “OHHH!!”s from the crowd as Frisky and Aurora get to chopping/clubbing again, with Frisky throwing off Aurora with a side headlock. Aurora attempts to back body drop her out of it, but Frisky reverses into a bulldog variation, flattening Aurora to the mat! Frisky goes to pick up Aurora but Masaru always has eyes on his partner. He crashes into Frisky with a shining wizard which knocks her back into one of the empty pods! Frisky tries to scramble out of it, but Maz jumps up and slams down on the pod door, smashing her head through the plexiglass! She drops back down to a seated position, crowd chanting “HOLY SHIT!!” at the Plexiglas pane lying on the mat. Meanwhile Anastasia tries to follow up with a springboard sitout facebuster, only to get shoved off then front kicked in the chin by Nina!! “OHHH!!”s from the crowd as blood starts to trickle down the champ’s chin, causing her to back up to the ropes. Nina comes rushing in with a high knee, forcing Anastasia to cover up as Nina follows with a blitzing combo of knees, elbows, and uppercuts to the head and body. Oz lingers close for the potential stoppage!)
ALPINE: Anastasia is getting lumped up here by Nina Stokes! She could very well eliminate the champion if Starling doesn’t find a way out of this!
RODZ: Nina is fighting a very smart strategy. Take out the champ first and the rest will follow.
(Anastasia is able to catch one of her elbow attempts and flip her to the ground with a lightning quick flying armbar. Nina is able to scoot out though, forcing a bloody, heavy breathing Anastasia to her feet. Nina comes in with ruthless aggression with a series of jabs, to which Anastasia instinctively drop toe holds Nina, low dropkicks her in the knee as she tries to stand, then lands a mushroom stomp on the back to keep her down! Anastasia puts a hand against the cage, taking a little bit of a time out after almost getting TKO’d. Masaru helps up Aurora, and the two see Anastasia taking a rest and looking beat up. They’re about to attack her but a bleeding Frisky has emerged from the pod, fists raised and ready to fight. Aurora looks to Maz, then looks to Frisky. He smiles and runs at Frisky for a flying dropkick as Aurora runs in with a big boot to the gut of Anastasia! While she hits clean, Frisky is able to sideswipe Maz and drop a leg drop over the back of his head, followed by one of his favorite submissions, the crossface! As she cranks on Maz, Aurora slings Anastasia to the ropes and springs off, nailing the Ghostly Kiss DDT on Anastasia! The “HOLY SHIT!!” chants ring out, and don’t stop as Aurora yanks up Frisky by her hair, hooks her in a reverse headlock, then springs off the ropes and nails a reverse tornado DDT on Frisky! The crowd is deep in the “AURORA!!” chants, with Aurora not realizing Nina has recovered and is scouting out Aurora in the corner.)
ALPINE: Aurora just cleared the ring, but she forgot one fighter!
RODZ: Nina Stokes is not someone you overlook!
(Aurora turns to realize Nina in the corner, nodding to her friend. She then slams into Aurora with the Reizero, getting loud “OHHH!!!”s from the crowd! With an open opportunity, Nina goes for the pinfall.)
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HARDT: AURORA HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
ALPINE: Aurora was on a roll with those DDT’s, but got caught with the lethal and rarely seen Reizero from Nina!
RODZ: Gotta pull out the big guns for a match like this.
(Masaru tries to stop the count but is too late as Aurora is escorted from the cage. So instead he takes out his aggression on Nina in a series of brutal stomps. She tries to roll away but he goes PRIDE style, lunging at her with big feet to the chest, neck, and face. Nina uses the two feet she has between the cage and the ropes to try to dodge some of Maz’s violent feet. Finally he gets tired of stomping on her and looks over to the stirring Anastasia on the mat. Seeing what he senses is an easy win, he drops for the pin on the champ!!)
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(And a kickout with plenty of “TWOOOOO”s from the crowd. Masaru lifts up the bloody, woozy Anastasia but Frisky is up on her feet and eying Masaru. She whistles at him from behind, then hooks him for the Spanish Inquisition. However Masaru is still in the game enough to shrug her off, but this leaves him open. Nina gives him a receipt from earlier and cracks him upside his head with a roundhouse kick! “HOLY SHIT!!” chants from the crowd as Masaru drops like a sack of potatoes. Frisky then decides she’s not giving up until someone gets it, and she catches Nina off guard with the Spanish Inquisition! “OHHH!!”s from the crowd as Nina hits the mat, leaving Oz checking on Maz to see if he’s still conscious. Being he still is, Anastasia lifts him up and throws him to the ropes, then takes him to the mat with a still quite fast satellite headscissors! “OHHH!”s from the crowd as she then picks herself up, zombie walking out through the ropes. She then starts to climb the platform above him, this one being the one he slammed down on Frisky’s head. With Nina and Frisky starting to recover, Anastasia acts quick and steadies herself on top of the platform. She then nails the Songbird’s Flight off of the platform and goes for the cover!!)
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HARDT: MASARU INOUE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!
ALPINE: Mazzy was looking good there up until Nina caught him with that gnarly kick!
RODZ: My pick fought well, but alas he lost. Oh well. There goes my beer money for a week.
(Masaru is escorted from the cage as Anastasia looks out to the standing Frisky and Nina, who are both looking her way. She grits her teeth and stands with a sick grin through the crimson mask, asking the girls to bring it. Frisky goes to oblige her but Nina sees that as opportunity to take out the unsuspecting Frisky. She locks in the Quietus Redux, gripping hard to her and dragging her to the mat! Anastasia backs off, smiling as the two fell for her trap. She relaxes back against the ropes and catches a breather as Frisky tries to find a way out. The blood from her Plexiglas headshot makes for great lubricant and allows her to slip her neck out from Nina’s grasp. From there she quickly switches to front mount, showing off some of that newly learned Friskyjitsu. Nina starts looking to grip for an armbar, and soon as Frisky feels those legs tighten around her waist she postures up. The dripping blood lands right in Nina’s eyes, forcing her to release and allow Frisky to clatter back against the ropes. Frisky tries to stand but falls right back to her ass, clearly having lost a lot of blood. Nina jumps to her feet to finish off Frisky, but a sudden superkick from Anastasia cracks her on the side of her jaw!! Frisky sees this and forces her bloody mess of a body to her feet. “OHHH!!”s from the crowd as Nina bounces off the ropes, right into a Pale Wing Passerine from Anastasia!! “TOO TWEET!!” chants fill the coliseum as Frisky leaps into action, landing the Spanish Inquisition on Nina!! Back to the “HOLY SHIT!!” chants as Frisky collapses on Nina for the pin!!)
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HARDT: NINA STOKES HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!
ALPINE: WE’RE DOWN TO THE FINAL TWO!! ONE OF THESE WOMEN WILL BE WALKING OUT WITH THE GOLD!!
RODZ: More like carried out at this point.
(Anastasia walks over to Frisky and tries to pull her to her feet. Nothing but dead weight. So with Frisky down, Anastasia uses what little energy she has to go high risk as she heads for the nearest platform. She steadies herself up top, giving Frisky plenty of time to recover. Just as she gains her footing, Frisky forces herself to her feet. Anastasia switches gears and walks onto the adjacent ropes from the platform, using the chain link two feet away to help her stand in her woozy state. Frisky decides to cut her off by jumping and landing her upper torso on the top rope, forcing Anastasia to spring off the chain link, then catch Frisky with a super rotating sitout facebuster!! “HOLY SHIT!!”s from the crowd as Frisky plants hard, leaving a splotch of blood on the mat. Seeing this as a good opportunity to end this nightmare, Anastasia goes for the pin.)
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(Two and three quarters! The crowd is in disbelief at Frisky kicking out.)
ALPINE: How is this woman even still going at this point?! She has to have lost at least several pints of blood.
RODZ: She’s one crazy bitch, but a crazy bitch that is making a ton of fans tonight!
(Anastasia weakly nods and lifts up the dead weight Frisky. She then slings Frisky into one of the empty pods with a running irish whip, forcing Anastasia to pancake on the mat from the impact! Frisky folds upside down in the pod, forcing Anastasia to scramble to her feet. She climbs the platform above the pod, then yanks back on the pod door, breaking the hinge and tossing it to the side. With the opening clear, she takes a deep breath, then dives off the platform with a Sturnidae on Frisky!! The impact bounces Anastasia off of her, and sends Frisky weakly rolling out of the pod. Anastasia crawls over to Frisky and goes for the pinfall, the crowd chanting with the ref’s hand.)
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DING DING DING!!!
HARDT: Your winner of the match…..AND STILL REBIRTH CHAMPION….ANNNNNNNNNAAAAASSSSTTTTTTTASSSSSSSIIIIIAAAAAAA STTTTAARRRRRRRLLLLLIIINNNGGGGGG!!!
WINNER, AND STILL REBIRTH CHAMPION: Anastasia Starling (c) via PINFALL @ 41 minutes, 12 seconds.
ALPINE: ANASTASIA RAN THE GAUNTLET AGAINST PW’S BEST AND CAME OUT ON TOP!!
RODZ: If she didn’t prove it as Rising Phoenix Champion, she proved it with this match. She is without question one of the toughest women on the roster.
ALPINE: Indeed. Congratulations to Anastasia, but a big thanks to all the fighters who put their bodies on the line tonight in the cell!!
RODZ: These fools are gonna feel this match for WEEKS.
(‘Time’(Yelhigh! Remix) plays as the cage ascends to the roof. Anastasia has her hand raised by Oz, then is handed her title. She collapses on her knees in the center of the ring, gripping it hard in this emotional moment. Meanwhile medics aid to Frisky, helping her out of the ring and to the back.)
ALPINE: We’re out of time folks. Thank you for joining us tonight, and keep and eye out for Iron King starting July 23rd!
RODZ: The bloodshed doesn’t stop! Fuck yeah!
(The camera comes to a close on Anastasia gripping her gold tightly, then looking up to the adoring “TOO TWEET!!” chanting crowd with a light “thank you”. PW logo 2018.)
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