AMA Under Pressure - May 2, 2021 - Atlanta

[Kross Rhodes]

UNDER PRESSURE SUN, APR 25, 2021
COCA-COLA ROXY ATLANTA, GA
#AMAUnderPressure

PARKING LOT SEGMENT
Opening the show with style

Standing out on the pavement under the street lights illuminating the area, we find AMA's interviewer extraordinaire Bryce Montgomery standing by.

Bryce Montgomery: I am here in the parking lot of the Coca-Cola Roxy in hopes of getting a word with Shabazz Hamad and Pariah who I understand will be arriving very shortly!

Right on cue, a pearlescent silver Lincoln Continental pulls into the parking lot. Bryce glances back, and then returns his focus to the camera.

Bryce Montgomery: And I believe this is them now.

Bryce begins to make his way towards the vehicle. A man in a driver's outfit gets out of the front seat and opens up the suicide doors on the vehicle, revealing Shabazz Hamad and Pariah on the interior. They step out, with Hamad decked out in a grey Prada suit, and Pariah wearing a blue Adidas tracksuit. The driver then goes to the trunk and pulls out several duffle bags. The group begins to walk towards the arena as Bryce strides over to get a word with them.

Bryce Montgomery: Mr. Hamad, your client makes his in-ring debut tonight after showing up and making a major splash at Maiden Voyage. What can we expect to see from Pariah when that bell rings?

Shabazz shoots him a look of agitation.

Shabazz Hamad: Unbridled destruction. That’s the best way I can sum up the looming devastation when Pariah steps between those ropes.

The squad continues to walk forward when Bryce interjects with another cliché question.

Bryce Montgomery: What do you and your client look to achieve here tonight, Mr. Hamad?

Exasperatedly, Shabazz stops in his tracks once again to give the interviewer his soundbite.

Shabazz Hamad: First and foremost, we’re here to win the match and secure the winner’s purse. And in doing so, we intend to accomplish a secondary objective, and recoup the earnings that were stolen from us last show by Shinzo. Shinzo will either surrender the briefcase with the cash that rightfully belongs to us, or Pariah and myself will get our payment back in blood. One way or another, we are leaving tonight paid. That’s a guarantee my friend.

As Shabazz, Pariah and the driver once again depart for the building, Montgomery absorbs the response he just received. He decides to try to get a word from Pariah.

Bryce Montgomery: Pariah, if you don’t mind, do you have any insight for me on what’s going through your mind heading into your official AMA debut?

Again the group pauses and turns to acknowledge Bryce. Pariah stands, towering over Bryce and the rest of the men standing there, with a scowl that emits anger and disgust. There’s a very tense moment of silence. Finally, Shabazz slides in between Pariah and Bryce Montgomery.

Shabazz Hamad: That’s my client’s way of saying ‘actions speak louder than words’. Just know that tonight’s match will not be for the faint of heart. Now, please, we have business to tend to. Take a walk little man.

Shabazz leads Pariah and the driver into the building as Bryce is left standing in the parking lot, perhaps a little shaken by staring into the eyes of “The Fear Incarnate.” He addresses the camera once more.

Bryce Montgomery: So there you have it folks, it looks like Pariah and Shabazz Hamad are locked in for tonight’s match to say the least. Should be quite the show. Back to you, Jasper and Pierce!

Fade into the AMA Under Pressure opening video package with its theme "Princes of the Universe" by Queen playing over it.




Jasper Phoenix: Hello folks! We are live here tonight in Hotlanta!

He pauses to let the excitement wash over us.

Jasper Phoenix: It’s a wonderful evening out here and we are Under Pressure at the COCA-COLA ROXY!

Pierce Donovan: It’s primetime AMA action folks! Our second show of the year and we are glad to be back!

Jasper Phoenix: Yes, indeed Pierce! With nothing stopping us now. Two weeks ago we saw the actual return to wrestling of Steve Sanders and Jake Wakefield! They haven’t been seen in a ring in well over five years! And, they tore the house down!

AMA chants bust out throughout the arena.

Jasper Phoenix: And, now we have yet to see what the fallout from that is!

Pierce Donovan: But, I am sure we will tonight. I know for a fact our Vice President Sean Cutter Jr. has to be unhappy with said results. And, what about how Jake is taking this? Many are saying he didn’t beat Steve because he didn’t tap. So much is going on. Well, what is that?

Jasper Phoenix: What is it, Pierce?

Pierce Donovan: I am getting word from the back that Steve Sanders isn’t even here tonight. Could it be that despite him declining medical attention last week that things are much more serious.

Jasper Phoenix: No, the Degenerate is just scared to show his face.

Pierce Donovan: I don’t believe that for a moment Jasper! Now let's kick things off with your free preview match!

FREE PREVIEW MATCH
Try-Before-You-Buy

The Try-Before-You-Buy Preview Show
4 Corners Survival Match
Belly Boy vs. Steph Langdon vs. Raging Redneck vs. Norman Namatjira

VS. VS. VS.
#AMATryBeforeYouBuy




Reina de la Cruz: Introducing first from Nashville, Tennessee weighing in at 230lbs The Raging Redneck

He begins walking out to the ring with his cowboy hat and long coat on. He has a small cooler wthat he rolls around with him carrying all his beer and moonshine. He looks annoyed to be here with all the pretty folk of the North. He grabs a beer and quickly opens the bottle before downing it and getting in the ring.

Pierce Donovan: The Raging Redneck seems to think its closing time already.

He looks around the arena for a minute before giving the bird to everyone in attendance not giving a damn about them. With a smirk he grabs another beer and drinks it down as he waits for his opponent.

Jasper Phoenix: This man is gonna be drunk before the bell even rings.

Finishing the second beer he removes his hat and coat before pacing back and forth in the ring.




Reina de la Cruz: This is about to be a good one! Steph Langdon has found her way into AMA!

"Wicked Enchantment" by def rebel began to blare over the P.A. system as Steph appeared upon the stage, the lights shining upon her. She is seen with a devilish grin upon her facial features as the color that was once white turns into dark red, along with her eyes opening to reveal black-out contacts.

Pierce Donovan: Holy sh-!

The theme began to pick up and blares even louder through the arena, as she made her way down to the ring, her head tilting slightly to the side to give an effect like she was in some kind of daze. The song was deafening and loud enough to even overcome the commentator's speaking. As she made her way up the steel steps, she'd make sure that her black eyes were still staring at the camera.

Jasper Phoenix: And you can get those black-out contacts only at wrestlingsmarks.com with the code 'STEPH' for 10% off!

Now Steph was seen in the ring, the light turning into white once again, as she turned to face her opponent, a bright smile coming over her lips and suddenly the 'daze' that she was in was nothing.




Reina de la Cruz: From the Land Down Under, introducing the Dharawal Warrior, Norman Namatjira

Stands atop the ramp, gets on both knees, and kisses the ground. Stands up with a warrior pose

Pierce Donovan: Look at the intent in those eyes. Bringing in thousands of years of culture and his ancestors. Spine-tingling.

Walks down the ramp at a steady pace, not giving much notice to the fans or the cameras. At the bottom of the ramp, he jumps up onto the apron.

Jasper Phoenix: Athleticism, power, intensity - The Dharawal Warrior is a sure-fire force to be reckoned with

Posing on the turnbuckle as red and yellow pyro descends from the titantron




Belly Boy comes down to the ring, clappin' fans hands only to ocassionally to stop to rub his belly.

Reina de la Cruz: Hailin' from BBQ City, Tennessee, It's "THE BELLY" Belly Boy Williams

Eventually he rolls his ass into the ring.

Pierce Donovan: Belly Boy just likes to have a good time by the looks of it!

He gets up off the canvas, throws his arms for a second and then starts to bob his head.

Jasper Phoenix: We have a drunkard, a poison pixie, a Dharawal warrior, and this guy, where else are you going to find entertainment like this?!

DING! DING! DING!

Belly Boy approaches Steph Langdon and starts rubbing his belly seductively for her, but Steph looks disgusted, rolls her eyes, and then slaps Belly Boy! This seems to fire up the Belly man as he removes the straps of his singlet, he starts shaking like a lunatic, while Steph looks confused and a bit terrified, then Belly boots her in the gut and irish whips her to the corner and crushes her with a running avalanche! Steph stumbles out of the corner right into Belly Boy’s hands and he brings her up and then immediately back down with a powerslam!

Belly Boy begins dancing and gyrating, all the while rubbing his belly standing over the fallen Langdon. Meanwhile, Norman Namatjira has been manhandling The Raging Redneck on the opposite end of the ring. Norman has the Redneck in the corner and he’s throwing repeated forearm strikes and short arm clotheslines in the corner that leave the Redneck rocked! Norman drags the Redneck from the corner and drops him down with a suplex! Out of nowhere, Belly Boy hits a running splash on the downed Redneck for the pin!

1!

NO!

Norman breaks it up and is none too pleased that Belly Boy just tried to take a win from him. The big men start trading blows, lefts and rights from each man, until eventually Norman gains the upper hand and sends Belly off the ropes and he catches him off the rebound with a swinging side slam!

Pierce Donovan: That nearly broke the ring!

Jasper Phoenix: I think I felt the floor shake a little!

Norman turns his attention to Langdon and charges at her and levels her with a running big boot! The Raging Redneck crawls to a corner for some sort of reprieve but Norman doesn’t allow him any time to rest and crushes him in the corner with a huge running splash!

Pierce Donovan: The Dharawal Warrior is absolutely dominating the competition in this match so far!

Jasper Phoenix: Is it too late to pick a favorite? Either way, I choose him!

Redneck stumbles out of the corner right into a clothesline from Belly Boy! Belly Boy turns his attention to Norman and two large men start trading fists again, but this time Belly gets the advantage and strikes with several headbutts that leaves Norman stunned and Belly Boy sends Norman crashing to the mat with a belly to belly suplex! Belly Boy with a pin!

1!

2 ½

Pierce Donovan: Belly Boy is back in this match now and went for the win but Steph Langdon won’t let that happen!

Langdon breaks up the pin and starts wailing away on Belly Boy with wildly thrown mounted punches! Steph stands up and starts taunting and relishing in the reaction from the fans, but behind her Belly Boy has risen. She turns around right into a boot to the gut and Belly Boy takes her down with a gutwrench suplex! He follows up with The Worm!

Pierce Donovan: Belly Boy has got some moves!

Meanwhile, The Raging Redneck is stumbling back up, probably unsure of where he’s even at considering how drunk he is, but unfortunately for him he stumbles right into a running spear from Norman!

Jasper Phoenix: WIGUN! Norman gets all of that spear on Redneck!

Pierce Donovan: What on earth is Belly Boy doing?! He could have won the match already!

Belly Boy is too busy dancing but he stops and realizes he should put Steph away, so he drags her towards the corner while Norman has Redneck locked in the Daydyay Lock and Redneck taps out just as Belly Boy drops on top of Steph with the Vader Bomb!

Reina de la Cruz: The winner of the match, Norman Namatjira!

Norman leaves the ring after having his arm raised while Belly Boy looks confused at first thinking he won, but then shrugs and his shoulders, leaves the ring and snatches a bag of popcorn and soda from the fan in the front row. He pours the popcorn all over himself and downs the soda in one gulp while getting most of it on himself but he doesn’t seem to care and neither do the fans as he dances all the way to the back!

PREVIOUSLY RECORDED
Who's coming with Shinzo to Valhalla?

We enter in a dark lit room, which appears to be Sir Matron's training compound. Equipment appears broken or flipped over. Tables are on their sides. Evidence of scattered papers and broken glass about. We hear a whimper, a thud, then, silence.

The camera pans out slowly, a man is slumped in a corner, motionless. Back to the camera, a beast of a man stands tall, breathing slowly.

He turns to the camera, fire in his eyes, straight faced, intense.

Shinzo: When I came to AMA, I told everyone, every soul watching, what I was here for.

He rubs his face quickly in frustration

Shinzo: I spoke to the entire world, what Shinzo is all about. It's not about money, it's not about fame...It's not about pride or adulations, or any of that weak bullshit. It's about one thing, and one thing only. It's about survival. I have suffered, and been beaten down, and used my entire life. And the only way to survive in my world, is to be on top of the food chain. This sorry sack of shit here?

He points to the lifeless body.

Shinzo: He wanted to use my violence for his own greed. He wanted the adulation and the fame. But he did not understand the sacrifice and only seeked to exploit it. I've shed the last of my weakness now. At Maiden Voyage I proved to the world that my destiny is the be the Alpha of this company. It's my destiny to show the world that no matter how beat down, used, kicked, spit on and thrown in the trash I've been, that my will can not be denied I was born and molded into violence, but I'll be damned to serve any one. And if that means being AMA's champion, then so be it. Let this be a notice to management, and everyone on the roster, that Shinzo kneels for no man! Brandon may have put up his best, but that was just the beginning.

Shinzo clasps his hands and smirks at the camera.

Shinzo: Who wants to be sent to Valhalla next?

IN-RING SEGMENT
A whole new Establishment

We cut back to the ring with Reina de la Cruz ready to start the show. As she introduces Jake Wakefield to the AMA Kingdom.




Reina de la Cruz: Currently, on the way to the ring by the way of Chicago, Illinois, “The Gatekeeper” Jake Wakefield!

As the rifts of the guitar and the voice of "Sick" by Adelitas Way start to talk, the lights die down and the crowds begin to boo as they have risen to their feet. The fans start chanting, “devil’s made” as Jake Wakefield slowly creeps out from behind the black velvet drapes. He kneels on the ramp and he holds the cane in between his legs, resting the side of his face on it as he licks it bizarrely. He grins across the arena. Jake begins walking down the ramp. Making his way to the bottom of the ramp and he passes the cane to Reina Cruz as he runs and slides in beneath the three ropes. On all fours, he twirls around and sticks his tongue out as he very bizarrely stares at the booing fans. Jake Wakefield pushes his hands up with his fists as he walks over to the corner, gripping both sides of the top rope, and leans backward as he sticks his tongue out as far as he can. As pulls himself up, he slides down in the corner and sits with his back leaning against the bottom turnbuckle.

Jasper Phoenix: There is the true Enforcer! Jake Wakefield!

Pierce Donovan: You know, he has been taking orders from the Cutters for years! I believe the name does fit.

Jasper Phoenix: That is no way to talk about the face of the future, Pierce!

Jake has since stood up and is pacing around the ring for a moment after his music has cut off, a microphone in his hand. He stops in the middle of the ring, raising the microphone to his lips as the crowd has indeed quieted down.

Jake Wakefield: A lot of you know that I debuted in Pulse Wrestling Federation back in 2012 in Cincinnati, Ohio. A place that would be very significant. For you see it was also the hometown of our very own Steve Sanders. And also coincidentally this very same show I debuted on saw that very same Steve Sanders himself debut for the PWF, alongside his buddy Kevin “The Bull” to fight against the Establishment. The world would eventually come to know me for my time in Carnage Candy when I returned with my arm candy at the time, Kandi, and formed a tag team with my lifelong partner Jason Randall. The world was our oyster. Our world got slightly bigger as we became the piece that the Establishment was missing.

He hears a chorus of cheers and boos at the revelation, but he doesn’t miss a beat.

Jake Wakefield: To some, they would say I sold my soul to Sean's dad, the OG Cutter, Sean Classic, during that time.

Jake keeps talking through the mixed reaction from the crowd.

Jake Wakefield: It was then that I started to see you as a nuisance, Steven. Even though I was working for Cutter. I would just look at you and Kevin and I’d see nothing, but red. Like I WAS the bull, and you two were waving a flag right in front of my face. I couldn't stand what you claimed to stand for. Perhaps it was more so because no matter how much I was tasked by Cutter to put you down. You never stayed down. So, when I couldn’t stop you I thought of moving onto easier prey in Kevin. It was a brilliant plan or so it seemed. Even with Jason Randall, being by my side. You still eventually prevailed. Each time you came back, you took down another person. First, it was Enforcer. Then, it was Cyrus Riddle. Then Alex Scott.

The crowd pops at the mention of Cyrus Riddles name, a chant of Riddle starts to break out among the crowd.

Jake Wakefield: You were working down the line.

Then a secondary chant of Alex started. Jake smugly looks around as he tries to talk over the chants which he is able to do successfully.

Jake Wakefield: I then tried to take you out again. I was so sure then that you would be gone for good. Cutter cut me a nice check for taking you out of the game. That cinderblock had to do enough damage to put you out for a while. I remember the blood. The rush I got from taking out someone who calls himself a god. A franchise. But, appears I underestimated you again. Because last week here you are yet again. Three years later standing across from me in that ring and we beat the living hell of out each other. I gave you my all and you withstood it all, looking to push beyond your limits. You have taken me to a place I never been taken before, Steve. The truth of the matter is, Steve, I don’t think anyone else, but me can take you out of the business.

Jasper Phoenix: The Uncrowned Prince of The Universe sharing with us his divine teachings!?

Pierce Donovan: Jasper. Have you been smoking that funny tobacco today?

Jasper pulls out a Twinkie from under his desk and starts to open the package, taking a bite into it, chewing it ignoring the question Pierce had just asked.




“Dirty Little Thing” by Adelitas Way hits over the AMA sound system as the Kingdom immediately rise to their feet booing as Sean Cutter Jr.’s entrance video starts playing on the ThawneTron sitting on the top of the ramp. Strutting out from the back is Sean Cutter Jr. with a sleeveless vest on with the hood over his head as he leans forward before throwing his head back, forcing the hood to fly off the top of his head, as he makes his way to the top of the ramp, a fancy wooden walking cane, with the head of dire wolf on the silver handle, in his right hand, a bottle of water in his other hand, which he uses to quench his thirst before discarding it and walking to the ring with an unnerving amount of determination. The AMA Kingdom has no love loss for the Ironborn and lets him know it while he confidently and obnoxiously grins back at them without a care in the world.

Jake Wakefield: I think it’s time for the AMA kingdom full of deplorable people like you fat asses get a proper introduction to Sean Cutter Jr. This is the man who helped make sure the AMA is a thing here. So that all of you here can be sure that this place hits the next level. That without the Iron Blood that course through his veins this place wouldn’t be!

Sean stops upon reaching the apron of the ring, he holds the dire wolf handle of his cane up to his lips and kisses it. He sets the cane up against the ring steps. He then smirks before sliding up onto the apron on one knee and proceeds to stand, heeling it up for the raucous Kingdom.

Pierce Donovan: This is the biggest brightest pillar of this companies future and that man there will lead them into the future!

Jasper Phoenix: You just saying that so he’d notice you.

Pierce Donovan: I’ve drunk coffee with the man at his home. We sat in his theatre.

Jasper Phoenix: You just have no shame do ya?

Pierce Donovan: Nope.

Upon stepping into the ring, Sean runs the ropes a few times before smiling as the fans slightly boo the man as he grabs a microphone himself from the ringside area walking back to stand to the right side of Jake Wakefield himself. He raises the microphone to his lips as he speaks.

Sean Cutter Jr.: Now, if you disrespectful white trash would quiet down because it’s quite clear that you don’t know exactly who you are booing right now. I think it's become perfectly clear you need a crash course in exactly who in the hell I am!

The boos get louder. The annoyance on Cutter’s face is clear as day. He walks to the ropes and begins to speak again.

Pierce Donovan: Yes! You listen to him, you peasants!

Jasper Phoenix: Oh lord Pierce! Are you serious?

Pierce Donovan: Indeed!

Sean Cutter Jr.: So you ungrateful pests aren’t gonna be quiet!! You don’t seem to understand that without me you fat smelly Cheetos eating heathens wouldn’t be here. Spending eight dollars on a bag of the new white puffs. Okay, that’s it! I’m gonna show you! Cut down the lights in the arena. We won’t have a show if these boos don’t stop! God damn it, I said cut the lights down.

The backlights of the arena cut down, but the crowd is still somewhat visible. The crowd quiets down a bit, but the boos can still be heard.

Pierce Donovan: Listen to him, you bottom-feeding ungrateful humans! I wanna hear what he got to say.

Jasper Phoenix: You have gone mad. Let me see your cup. Are you drinking again?

Sean looks around with a smirk across his face.

Pierce Donovan: Why must you be so negative? Not to mention rude enough to interrupt Mr. Cutter like these peasants!

Sean Cutter Jr.: So, you are still gonna boo. Damnit, cut down more of those lights. In the back!

The lights in the back dim, as the crowd starts to silence out. He smirks some more before speaking again.

Sean Cutter Jr.: That’s better. You guys didn’t know how to follow the mask mandate last year which explains why you have a hard time following instructions, making it nearly impossible for feds like us to even hold shows. Now cut the lights back on.

Jake laughs a little as he speaks some more.

Sean Cutter Jr.: Now for those of you who don’t know who the hell I am. I come from a long line of wrestlers, bookers, and promotors. This here. This isn’t the Cutters first trip to the dance. Or They’re second. My father was the greatest to ever do it. He was the best promoter in the world until this disobedient thorn in his side just wouldn't go away.

The look on Cutters Jr.’s facial expression changed from a smug look to a look of disgust, hatred, and disdain. The fans start to cheer a little, as a chant of Sanders starts to gain some buzz among the crowd. Cutter shoots a dirty look toward the right side of the crowd before he starts speaking again.

Sean Cutter Jr.: The reason I came to AMA is because I discovered that Sanders had signed with another promising company. I couldn't swallow my need to remove this man from the planet for one more second. My need for this man to be gone was pushed right down to the core of my very being. I could not let this man…LET HIM do to AMA what he to the PWF. My father's company. I saw that I had to step in here. It was my destiny so I convinced my father to go in with me to invest some spare money into this upstart to ensure it got up and running and on PPV and streaming. The whole time it was my sole dream so if I had to lace up a pair of boots on day one and drive this menace out of its doors and out of the business once and for all, I would do that. And, for the world to see, I was their hero. The Franchise's time is up. You can hashtag it. Now, that we got the trash of the business taken care of. Without further ado, I am wanting to introduce to all of you the shining examples of what a future AMA Superstar looks and acts like. The one you obese fans should be cheering for. “Canada’s Own” Brandon Roberts and the massive Pariah!




The haunting opening of “Baby I’m Bleeding” by JPEGMAFIA begins over the venue’s PA systems as the lights dim throughout the place. Shabazz Hamad struts onto the stage wearing an expensive-looking suit and stands still right in the center of the stage. Once the beat drops and JPEGMAFIA begin delivering his brash and incendiary lyrics, the hulking figure of Pariah steps out from the back. Shabazz Hamad steps to the side and holds his arms up, directing everyone’s attention towards his client who stands menacingly looking over the crowd.

Reina de la Cruz: Currently on the way to the ring, from the Flatbush neighborhood in Brooklyn, New York... weighing in at 472 pounds... he is “The Living Embodiment of Fear”... PARIAH!

The ultra-heavyweight takes his time trudging his way to the ring as Shabazz Hamad trails him, shouting at fans along the aisleway. Pariah steps up to the apron and then enters the ring by stepping over the top rope. He marches across the ring and bounces off the ropes one time before continuing to scowl at all the fans in attendance, awaiting the start of the match.

Pierce Donovan: Here comes the master of pain! Pariah!

Jasper Phoenix: You aren’t lying. As it stands this is the biggest man in AMA! A force to be reckoned with!




The theme starts, and as the music starts to rift Brandon Roberts walks from behind the curtain with his vest on, smirking as he looks around at the crowd. Giving a cocky little smile and laugh he starts to walk down towards the ring. Rubbing his chin a little bit as he stops in the middle of the ramp he looks around before raising one hand to the air as fireworks in the colors of Canada go off, before he runs and darts to the ring sliding under the ropes. As he gets up he stands in the center of the ring as he yells "BOW DOWN TO CANADA!" as more fireworks go off from the corner of Canada's colors once again.

Pierce Donovan: One of these days I will get to have a cup of that fabulous Tim Horton’s coffee with that man someday! It would be a gift!

Jasper Phoenix: Oh brother..

The men all stand in the ring as Shabazz moves to the middle of the ring and then to the front of everyone, holding his microphone. The crowd is making some noise the group receiving a mixed bag of reactions from the crowd.

Shabazz Hamad: If you don’t realize what you have assembled in this ring without a shadow of a doubt the absolutely the biggest thing to hit the wrestling business.




A scream from the entrance video blasts out among the arena. Guitars comes in - Shinzo comes out looking angry and focused. Walks down the ramp at a slow methodical pace, holding a microphone he stops on the ramp. Behind him walking out in solidary is none other Saus X who made his debut during Maiden Voyage. The newest member of the federation Saus X looks a little tender still from what Pariah did to him two weeks ago. They slowly start walking down the ramp as the music cuts off.

Pierce Donovan: Oh damn! They had to rudely interrupt the greatest wrestlers in the business!

Jasper Phoenix: That’s subjective, Pierce.

Shinzo: Look, can you shut it Shabobby! Sean for you to sit here and lie to these wonderful people that you care about the future of AMA. You showed that last week when you paid that goon to toss a kid an eight of his size through a window. How about those two he practically killed in the parking lot because he didn't like how the manager made him look? Narcist much? Time to pay up.

Saus X climbs on the apron slowly, keeping his eyes focused on Pariah and Shabazz. Project Shinzo drops the microphone down onto the ramp as the clash with the metal can be heard throughout the arena. Shabazz can be heard giving instructions to Pariah to get a table ready. Pariah just simply exits the ring behind them, flipping up the apron flap and sliding a table out from underneath the ring. He sets the table up between the announcer’s table and the apron. Shabazz facial expression starts to show an air of confidence as he yells to Saus X.

Shabazz Hamad: I dare you to try to do to me what you did last week to Brandon!

Pierce Donovan: Saus X will never dare defile that man!

Jasper Phoenix: I would! For what happened two weeks ago!

Meanwhile, Brandon’s eyes never left Shino, whom he has been death glaring this entire time has slide out of the ring now as he hits the floor area we see Shinzo stepping forward as they both start exchanging rapid fired right and left blows to each other ringside. None of the men appear to be getting the best of each other. It’s pretty even as they keep exchanging blows, the crowd starts coming alive as the slugfest continues. The camera catches Saus X diving into the ring with a diving lariat that Shabazz ducks. Saus X maintaining his balance lands on his feet but doesn’t realize the big man known as Pariah has already gotten back up on the outside of the ring apron. This becomes noticed by Saus X when he feels the huge right paw of Pariah grabs his throat. The man tries to struggle but Pariah picks him up off the mat with ease lifting him over the rope onto the apron.

Pierce Donovan: Come on Pariah and Brandon!

Jasper Phoenix: It’s turned into total carnage out here!

Back on the floor, it would seem that Shinzo hit Brandon with a solid European Uppercut, causing the man to stagger as Shinzo doesn’t seem to lose a step in his movement grabs Brandon by the hair whipping him around and sending him shoulder first into the steel steps! The steps fall over and break from its two-tiered stacked design. The man known as Brandon hits the mat. Shinzo quickly slides into the ring and starts running toward Shabazz who gets leapfrogged rather easily by Shinzo! Shinzo using the momentum he has built ducks under Saus X's feet to dive through the ropes! SPEAR! Shinzo collides with the big man on the apron known as Pariah as they fall with gravity forward as they both crash through the setup table below with Pariah taking the brunt of the table hitting his back and them crashing to the floor below in front of the announcer’s table.

Pierce Donovan: NO! NO! NO! PARIAH!

Jasper Phoenix: OUCH! Shinzo going all in with a spear willing to put himself in harm’s way to fight the good fight!

Sean Cutter looks smug in the ring by himself, watching all the mayhem going on around him. And, this is just what he wants. No one way in hell this would not go in his favor he thought to himself. He is SEAN “SIMBA” CUTTER Jr. damnit. From out of nowhere on the ThawneTron the video feed shows a white and red striped ambulance with Wellstar Windy Hill on its side in blue lettering on the white part of it pulling up to the arena. The vehicle backs up to the entrance of the arena. The vehicle comes to a stop as the driver door swings open and out steps Steve Sanders himself wrapped in bandages and on crutches! The crowd comes alive. As Sanders starts making his way to the entrance pushing the door open entering the arena.

Pierce Donovan: OH HELL! This Degenerate has arrived!

Jasper Phoenix: Oh now that the savior of AMA is here, let’s see what happens! He seems to be making his way here folks! We got a camera attempting to catch up to the man as we speak!

The camera follows along on the ThawnTron behind Sanders as he makes his way through the backstage area. The crowd is cheering for the arrival of the Franchise. There are some boos mixed in, but they are barely audible. Brandon Roberts has recovered in the ringside area as Sanders enters the gorilla position as he exits out onto the stage. Brandon catches sight of the supposedly injured Sanders and makes a beeline up the stage toward the man. Sanders rips the bandages off his head and arms throwing them down. Sanders swings the crutch forward hitting Brandon Roberts in the gut, causing Brandon to double over. He then swings the crutch down over the back of Roberts breaking it, sending wood splinters splashing around the arena floor. Shabazz has now left the ring and gets met with the other crutch hitting him in the throat with it sending him to the floor. Sanders drops the other crutch to the ground after using it. The Franchise can be seen eying Sean Cutter Jr as he slides in the ring, stalking the Executive Vice President of the company! Oh no! The crowd has started cheering louder and louder as Cutter turns around he is met with a solid foot to the jawline! The Chosen One connects and a sick thud can be heard. Down goes Sean Cutter Jr. to the mat.

Pierce Donovan: NO! NO!

Jasper Phoenix: OH HELL YEAH! PUT THE BOSS ON HIS ASS!!

Steve Sander’s facial expression is one of ecstasy. The Franchise can be seen standing over the downed Sean Cutter Jr. He slowly reaches down to pick up a microphone bringing himself back to his full height. He is merely looking down at the prone body of Cutter. He raises the microphone to his lips.

Steve Sanders: You didn’t get the job done. I guess it is true. The apple doesn’t fall far from the family tree. But, I spoke to Oliver Thawne and he has approved me the opportunity to face you tonight in a stretcher match. One way or another, "Ironborn." Someone is leaving tonight in that ambulance and it won't be me. Just like it wasn’t me two weeks ago. I am done being a forgotten memory in this wrestling business. I’m leaving my mark starting now. Welcome to the Sanders Zone, Cutter Jr. Population. You.

He throws the microphone up with an air of confidence as it hits the mat with the loud ding shouting throughout the arena. He smiles as he looks down at the fallen son of the man who has tried everything to stop him from achieving greatness. Out onto the stage comes walking Thawne who looks puzzled by everything that's kicked off this show.

Oliver Thawne: Shinzo, Pariah, Saus X, and motherfuckin' Brandon Roberts. I've just about had it with you guys. We're only on our second show and it's every single time with you mooks. If you guys want to kill each other each week, you'll do it on my dime, for my money, in a match tonight. No tag ropes are needed. If a body hits the mat, rolls out, your partner comes in. Kill each other for all I care. Just entertain the paying customers.

Sanders looks up at Thawne who just turns around on the stage and exits into the back. As the theme song for Sanders cuts on.




Sanders stands there looking down at Cutter as he exits the ring to start walking up the ramp toward the back. Everyone has begun to start stirring again as the camera catches a look at each of them recover before shooting back to the announcer’s table.

Pierce Donovan: He is gonna pay for what he has done tonight!

Jasper Phoenix: Well folks, tonight seems to be kicking off quite heated.

VIGNETTE
With a Northern Touch

A video segment pops up on the ThawneTron. The screen shows static at first , but then the image clears up, and a well dressed man, with rose 1000$ sunglasses on, is looking at the camera with a sly, cocky smile on his face. He adjusts his tie, and looks at his watch, a Rolex. He looks to his left, then his right, and his smile widens,

Bobby Tremblay: Today is a historic day in the world of professional wrestling. Today is a day that will be remembered by sports historians for millennia's to come. Yes my friends today is the day that each and every one of you sitting in this arena and watching at home finally have all your dreams come true. Now, for those who don't know me, let me educate you a little bit. My name is Bobby Tremblay, esquire, and I have been the key manager in all of professional wrestling for the last 30 years, and let me make it clear, that I only represent the very best, the cream of the crop, in this great sport.

Bobby is visibly excited and speaking in such bravado that only he can.

Bobby Tremblay: And as of today, I have officially notarized the contracts to the biggest free agent tag team on the planet!

The camera zooms out slightly, as Bobby raises both his arms and slaps the back of two men. On the left, a young, eccentric looking man with long brown hair, wearing a toque sporting a fleur-de-lis with a skull and crossbones. He is sporting large designer aviators, and has a short beard, that has obviously been professionally tailored. While not overly tall, the man is clearly athletic and in impeccable shape, as he sports a douchey sleeveless cut-off crop top, showing off his abs. He's flexing his calves obnoxiously while striking a pose.

On the right, a beast of a man stands. Towering Bobby, at around 6'7 , sporting a white wifebeater full of blood , tobacco and whiskey stains. His hair is greasy and dark brown, flowing over his shoulders. He face is rugged with a massive black beard. He is chewing on tobacco, and smiling creepily. He flexes his massive arms, while holding a short drink of whiskey in his left hand.

Bobby Tremblay: Say hello to your future AMA Tag Team Champions, the goddamn Northern Touch! On my left, the best high flyer the world's been graced to see, Montreal superstar Johnny Lou Gagnon. I mean Jesus, look at those calves. Can you imagine getting kicked in the face by this guy? On my right, Don Marshall, built like a damn brick shithouse. This western boy will whip your ass twice before he can finish his drink. These two men have already won all there is to win up in the north, won multiple tournaments in Mexico, Japan and everywhere around the world. They are the absolute gold standard of tag team wrestling. And as of today, they are officially part of the AMA roster. And when that little money mark Oliver Thawne decides he wants to give us a challenge, we will be extremely happy to show the world exactly how we do business up here in the mighty North, isn't that right boy?

Johnny Lou (in perfect English, with a thick Montreal accent): You god damn right Bobby my man.

He fiddles with his hair.

Johnny Lou: Facts are facts baby, and the facts are we ARE tag team wrestling. We've beaten everyone around the world, we've been to all the after-parties, and we've fucked all your girlfriends after the show, too. Hahahahaha, my god we're fucking hot. Deuce me breh!

Johnny Lou and Don , once with his hand facing up, the other facing down on top, flick their their index and middle fingers together, really ,really obnoxiously.

Don Marshall (after spitting a loogie of tobacco and sipping his whiskey): Oh boy oh boy oh boy! Y'all stepped in some shit now let me tell yea bud. We've been cracking skulls and cashing cheques in this business since the moment we walked in the industry. We've had a little ol gander at your roster, and boy does it look full of geeks, mouth breathers and flippy little midgets. So y'all better learn to love it, because at the end of the day, it's gonna be Northern Touch, all day, all night, dripping in gold! Yeehaw brother, deuce me!

Once again, the two men deuce it up.

Bobby Tremblay: I couldn't have said it better myself Mr. Marshall, you are absolutely bang on. We are coming, make no mistake about it, and we're going to be bringing ratings, championship, and beautiful women with us. It's inevitable that they follow us where ever we go, that's just how success works. So yes, learn to love it, because we are going to be here for a very, very long time. See you soon, we know you can't wait! Johnny, we're done here.

Johnny Lou flexes his calf one more time, and superkicks the camera.

Johnny Lou: Deuce me broski!

The camera falls down and turns off. A graphic playing music and a date for the next show appear.

OPENING MATCH
Buffalo Jones vs. Curt Adkins

We cut back to the ring with Reina de la Cruz who's about to announce the opening contest.

Big Hoss Fight
No Count-Outs
Buffalo Jones vs. "The Destroyer" Curt Adkins (w/ Chris Johnson)

VS.

#BuffaloVsAdkins




“Next Big Thing” blares throughout the arena and once the song kicks into high gear Curt Adkins steps out, and as usual he’s accompanied by his manager, Chris Johnson. Adkins lets out a roar on stage while Johnson hypes him up, and the duo make their way to the ring as Johnson continues to sing the praises of his client.

Reina de la Cruz: Introducing first, being accompanied by Chris Johnson, from Seattle, Washington and weighing in at 270 lb, “The Destroyer” Curt Adkins!

Pierce Donovan: Adkins was successful in his debut match on our inaugural event, Maiden Voyage, over Killer Kandi. Surely he’s looking to continue that success with another win under his belt.




The clatter of a bass drum and a loud voice pound onto the PA system as "Bartholomew" by The Silent Comedy begins playing in the arena. Around 20 seconds pass, until a guitar enters the fray and out from the back emerges a cold as steel Buffalo Jones. Wearing a plain black windbreaker with a white towel hanging around his neck, Jones steps onto the stage and takes a brief pause, surveying over the audience with an unwavering seriousness. Jones then fixes his gaze upon the squared circle and begins his march down to the ring, never taking his eyes off the prize.

Reina de la Cruz: Making his way to the ring, from Cripple Creek, Colorado... weighing in at 235 pounds, Buffalo Jones!

Reaching the end of the ramp, Jones takes one more brief pause before busting a left and heading towards the steel steps. He reaches the steps, and emphatically marches up onto the apron, which he walks halfway across before entering between the ropes. Once in the ring, Jones makes a couple of laps, looking down, never again acknowledging the fans. After a minute of walking around the ring, Jones settles into his corner, where he wipes his hands with his towel, before dropping it out of the ring. Jones removes his windbreaker and drops it out as well. He begins to warm up with stretches as he prepares for the upcoming bout.

Jasper Phoenix: Are you ready for a good old fashioned hoss fight, Pierce?!

Pierce Donovan: You bet I am, Jasper! Buffalo Jones is also hot off a win at Maiden Voyage, and he’s looking to continue his success tonight with a win tonight over The Destroyer!

DING! DING! DING!

Jones steps forward and extends his hand out for a handshake to start the match off, but Adkins looks at it and denies it with a laugh. Adkins lack of respect has no real effect on Jones, or at least it appears so it’s a bit difficult to tell with Jones. Jones extends his arm out looking for a test of strength with Adkins, and Adkins looks to Chris Johnson and then back to Jones gives him a look like, “Is this guy serious?”, but Adkins obliges Jones and goes in for the test of strength. It appears that Jones has the advantage on the test but Adkins doesn’t let the elder Jones have it and throws a hard knee straight to the midsection! Jones doubles over and Adkins delivers several clubbing blows to the lower spine of Jones until Jones drops to one knee. Adkins goes for a running knee strike directly aimed at Jones’ head, but Jones is able to move out of the way and before Adkins can turn around, Jones has him in a rear waist lock and tries to take him down with a belly to back suplex, but Adkins won’t budge and throws back several elbow strikes to the temple that force Jones to relinquish his hold. Jones stumbles back in a bit of a daze, he tries to shake it off however, but Adkins doesn’t give him a chance for reprieve when he drives a devastating fist to his gut! Adkins follows up with several forearm strikes and finishes off with a european uppercut that has Jones falling back into the corner.

Adkins peppers Jones with several more european uppercuts and he drags Jones away from the corner, then brings him in, lays into Jones with a few repeated headbutts for good measure, and then takes him down hard with a belly to belly suplex! Adkins makes a pin attempt but only a one count as Jones gets a shoulder up, and Adkins quickly applies a headlock and tries to slow down the pace of the match. Jones is trying to stay alive and tries to fend off Adkins, he rises up while Adkins is trying to maintain his grip on the headlock but Jones manages to power his way out of it by driving several elbows into Adkins’ gut. Jones drives several bionic elbows to the head of Adkins, and Adkins is on his feet in a stupor, Jones runs the ropes and comes back off the rebound with a big time shoulder tackle that takes Adkins off of his feet!

Jasper Phoenix: Buffalo Jones now takes control of the match. This isn’t exactly how myself and I’m sure most fans were expecting this match to start if I’m being honest, but maybe it’s the calm before the storm!

Adkins tries to shake off the effects from the shoulder tackle as he rolls over to his side and then rises on all fours, but Jones takes Adkins by the head and brings him up, Adkins tries his best to fend off Jones but Jones blocks a forearm smash and strikes back with a forearm smash of his own! He irish whips Adkins off the ropes and nails him with an axe handle smash on the rebound! Adkins is quickly back up, shakes it off and he immediately tries to overpower Jones by immediately taking him by the waist and shoving him back first to the corner. Adkins drives his shoulder into Jones sternum several times until the referee tells him to back off. Adkins lays off of Jones, and much to his chagrin he pays for it as Jones explodes out of the corner with a running discus clothesline! Adkins is back up however and charges at Jones, but Jones catches him and sends him crashing down on the canvas with a ring rattling AA spinebuster! This time Jones makes the pin!

1!

2 ½

Jones applies a rear chinlock on Adkins, doing his best to keep the large Adkins grounded. Adkins is trying to inch his way to the ropes and his manager Chris Johnson pushes some of the rope out giving Adkins an advantage to break the hold. The referee scolds Johnson and Johnson throws his hands up in defense feigning innocence, Jones shoots a look at Johnson and with his back turned Adkins creeps up behind with a running double axe handle to the spine! Jones drops to a knee as Adkins stomps and kicks at him before picking up Jones on his shoulder and sends him crashing to the mat with a running powerslam! Adkins makes the pin!

1!

2!

NO!

Jones kicks out before three and tries to roll over but Adkins prevents him doing so, and starts driving fists into Jones’ skull until the referee admonishes him. Adkins backs off and Jones tries to shake off the punches he just felt rock his skull, and Adkins goes to pick up Jones and irish whips him towards the ropes, but off the rebound Jones fires off a discus clothesline!

Jasper Phoenix: He damn near took Adkins’ head off with that discus clothesline!

Pierce Donovan: The veteran Jones showing that he still has some fight left in him

Adkins crawls to the ropes and uses them as leverage to help himself up to his feet, and Jones comes up behind Adkins and wraps his arms around him in a rear waist lock and he goes for a german suplex but Adkins won’t budge and he spins around with a rear waist lock on Jones and hits a german suplex of his own! Jones sits up however but Adkins gets him again hits him with another german suplex! Adkins doesn’t waste any time and follows up with a third consecutive german suplex with a bridge!

1!

2!

NO!

Jones nearly kicks out before three but he’s feeling the effects of being dropped on the back of his head three times. Adkins traps Jones in a rear waist lock once more but keeps the veteran grounded. Adkins lets Jones wear himself out flailing about and Adkins brings Jones up, but Jones was playing possum and slips away from Adkins’ grip, much to his surprise, and Jones spins to the side and counters with a russian leg sweep! Adkins bounces back up though and he charges at Jones with a clothesline but Jones counters with an arm drag! Jones follows through with a stomp to the back of the knee that brings Adkins down to a knee and off the ropes Jones hits a shining wizard knee strike!

Pierce Donovan: The Imploder! Jones may have Adkins number here!

Jasper Phoenix: Not if Chris Johnson has anything to do about it!

Johnson is up on the apron doing his best to distract the referee, and Jones walks over to see what the deal is and this allows Adkins enough time to recover and he catches Jones by surprise with a roll-up!

1!

2!

NO!

Jones kicks out and rolls through and is back up on a vertical base, and runs at Adkins with a pump kick but Adkins counters it by grabbing Jones by the boot and takes him down with an ankle lock submission! Jones is doing his best to grab the bottom rope and just as he’s about to grab the rope it’s held back from him by Chris Johnson! The referee sees this and admonishes Johnson and tells him to back off or else he’s gone. Jones is able to get the rope this time to break the ankle lock. Adkins drags Jones away, brings him up, and goes for the Adkins Slam but Jones is able to escape and drops behind Adkins and counters with a full nelson slam! Jones takes some time for a brief reprieve before getting up and taking Adkins in position...DEAD TO RIGHTS! Jones makes the cover!

1!

2!

3!

Reina de la Cruz: The winner of the match, Buffalo Jones!

SEAN CUTTER'S OFFICE
Receiving your marching orders

The camera cuts back to show a locker room area that is neat, but apparently has lavish furnishing that would appear to align with someone as important as an Executive Vice President. He comes in off-camera pacing back and forth. Sean Cutter Jr. has the look of someone who is beyond livid. At any moment he could be ready to tear up the locker room. He stops for a moment, reaching up with his hands undoing his tie.

Sean Cutter Jr.: I have never been that embarrassed in my life!? I’ve also never had a match before despite my family being around the business my entire life. But, I will not let down my family name like that. If I have to be a wrestler and that’s what it takes. I’ll do anything to rid the world of the menace that is Steve Sanders once and for all. It’s all about loyalty and commitment to the cause.

Sean Jr. stops and turns to look at the off-camera who suddenly comes into view as the camera pans out to show Jake Wakefield stand in the same locker room as him as he has been listening to Cutter speak. Jake appears to be there, but totally not paying any attention to what Cutter is saying.

Sean Cutter Jr.: You been slipping lately despite you winning your match at the inaugural show. I have no idea where your head is at Jake, but that changes right now! You are gonna be the Special Enforcer tonight in the stretcher match!

We cut back to see Sean Cutter Jr. leave the locker room as the door closes behind him leaving Jake Wakefield behind who still seems to be out of it.

Pierce Donovan: You don’t wanna see the Cutter’s mad! I believe Steven is in for it tonight!

Jasper Phoenix: Are you being paid a bonus to support whatever Cutter Jr is doing, Pierce!

Pierce Donovan: We aren’t to discuss our rate of pay, Jasper!

SECOND MATCH
Steel Cage Match

Believe In Love Not Fear
Steel Cage Match
"Your Darkest Fears" Graves vs. Tetsuo Ishii

VS.

#SteelCageMatch

Pierce Donovan: Here comes the cage, slowly coming down now.

Jasper Phoenix: Crowd is loving it, who doesn't love a good old cage brawl! Look at these guys! They are HYPE

He points to a group of three unruly, possibly drunk patrons in medical masks, who can be audibly heard being very loud and obnoxiously cheering.

Pierce Donovan: What a bunch of clown. I suppose better some fans than none, however.

Jasper Phoenix: That's right Pierce! Lads just having a time, no need to be a wet blanket

Pierce Donovan: *grumbles inaudibly*

The usual cage music begins and the cage is lowered. Reina introduces Ishii first

Reina de la Cruz: Introducing first, from Japan, the leader of Shrug Nation, Testuoooooooooooo Ishiiiiiii!

I believe in a thing called love blasts through the stadium speakers, as Tetsuo comes out, selfie-stick in hand, apparently live chatting his own entrance. He performs a one armed shrug and yells YATTA!

Pierce Donovan: First we have international superstar, at least in his own mind.

Jasper Phoenix: But he's coming off a big win last week Pierce! And I have a mind he's going to be shutting up some more haters here tonight. Don't sleep on the crafty Japanese veteran here.

Ishii parades walking down the ramp, even stopping by the unruly fans to pose with them, throwing up a peace sign. Finally at the cage entrance, he attempts to simply walk in, but the official stops him and instructs him he can obviously not bring his selfie-stick in the ring. After a minor argument, Ishii performs his patented SHRUG after handing over the stick. He walks into the ring and stretches his legs on the ropes.

Pierce Donovan: Can you believe this guy, no respect for the sport.

Jasper Phoenix: He knows how to sale baby boy! No wonder this guy was an international superstar. He's already got fans here in the crowd too!

Reina de la Cruz: And his opponent, from your darkest fears, GRAAAAAAVES

Sweet Dreams hits the airwaves and Graves shuffles out from a pillar of smoke, looking menacing as ever regardless of his smaller frame. As he makes his way down the ramp, the hooligans whom Ishii posed with yell louder and appear to be berating Graves. When he doesn't acknowledge them, one of the miscreants throws a plastic cup at Graves, narrowly missing his head. Graves looks back but simply shakes his head in disgust and continues to the ring. He enters the door, slides under the ropes and strikes his pose.

Pierce Donovan: Wait a minute, what are those clowns doing now? Security needs to kick these guys out, throwing stuff at wrestlers? This is a damn sport!

Jasper Phoenix: They paid their ticket Pierce, no harm no foul! Relax.

The referee closes the cell door, and locks it. The bell rings, and the match is underway.

Pierce Donovan: The cage is locked, pinfall or submissions, no DQ, here we go ladies and gentlemen.

The match begins and Ishii immediately begins to mock Graves size. He holds up his arm and invites Graves to lock up, and then moves his arm higher as to point out the fact he's taller. Ishii goes to do his shrug but graves slaps him across the face. Ishii grabs his jaw.

Jasper Phoenix: Classic show of Alpha there by Ishii

Pierce Donovan: But Graves isn't backing down one damn bit, what a slap!

Ishii hits back with a right hand, Graves answers with a right of his own. They punch the shit out each other. Ishii goes for a big chop, Graves ducks and hits the ropes. He hits a running shoulder tackle on the way back but Ishii simply puffs out his chest and absorbs the hit. Ishii points to his chest and yells ORA ORA COME ON YOU LITTLE BITCH!

Pierce Donovan: Good battle of toughness here by these two competitors.

Jasper Phoenix: That's going to sting later tonight!

Grave winds up, knife edge chop. Ishii takes a deep breath as he gets chopped but no flinch. Ishii's turn now, wind up, whacks Grave across the chest. Graves knees shake and he takes a step back, but maintains his balance. He lets out a yell a massive knife edge again, to a thunderous clap. Ishii grabs his chest in pain and this time winces, but he is also more or less fine. Quickly, Ishii hits an open hand cross body chop of his own, leaning heavily into this one. Grave falls to one knee but quickly steps back up, wiggling his index side to side.

Pierce Donovan: Ishii has the clear power advantage here and he's trying to dictate the pace. But Graves is one tough son of a gun. Going to take a lot more than that let me tell you!

Jasper Phoenix: But how long can he realistically take these kinds of hits Pierce?

Grave goes to chop Ishii but he kicks him right the gut. Clubbing forearm to the back of graves. Lock the head, hits a DDT. The crowd boos heavily as Ishii acts confused and shrugs at them.

Jasper Phoenix: Smart man, more mind games from Ishii. I love this.

Pierce Donovan: Hardly within the competitive spirit, however...Big DDT there by Ishii. Grave is looks here.

Back to work, kick to the chest of a downed Graves. Ishii grabs Graves and drags him to his feet and sets up a vertical suplex. Grave punches Ishii in the side of the body, then locks his leg against Ishii to block the suplex. Ishii counters himself with an elbow to the back of Graves head.

Pierce Donovan: Watch out here, looking for the big suplex!

Jasper Phoenix: Power game strong!

Ishii lifts Graves quickly above his head, but Grave uses his quickness to complete the rotation and land on his feet before the maneuver can occur. As Ishii turns, Grave chops him in the throat, and kick him right in the kneecap for good measure. Ishii is down on one knee.

Pierce Donovan: WOW! HE flipped the script on him in an instant! What a move!

Jasper Phoenix: He's reaching for that place it looks like, that cheap place!

Graves hits the ropes a breakneck speed, rebounds, and hits an explosive shotgun drop kick right in between the eyes of Ishii. The Japanese man is down. Cover. 1.5 count. Crowd is slowly heating up and are coming around to cheering Graves now. Ishii is slow to get to his feet. Graves run to the corner and climbs it.

Pierce Donovan: Here we go! Time to fly!

Jasper Phoenix: Is it, though?

But he is a bit too slow. Ishii cuts him off and meets him there, hitting the top rope and causing Graves to fall and sit on the turnbuckle. Ever the opportunist, Ishii grabs Graves head and smashes it against the side of the cage. Graves crumples and falls off the turnbuckle onto the corner floor.

Jasper Phoenix: YES! Finally someone uses the cage to their advantage. Once again, veteran presence here. Brilliant attack.

Pierce Donovan: That cold metal cage is always unforgiving, Jasper. Make no mistake about it.

Ishii now proceeds to stomping the living hell out of Graves to rain of boos. He flips the crowd off, then shrugs at them. Ishii proceeds to start undoing the top turn buckle pad, as he loves to usually do. The referee attempts to stop him but Ishii simply throws him on the ground. However, this distraction, Grave recovers and punches Ishii right in the Dick Togo. Crowd is fully behind the karma move there as well.

Pierce Donovan: HAHA! A taste of his own medicine, finally!

Jasper Phoenix: What is this treacherous nonsense! Trash! What a cheap bastard, this Graves.

Ishii stumbles across the ring, grabbing his nether regions and making over exaggerated pain faces, all the while screaming like a small child. A battered Graves rises to his feet defiantly now, eyes full of rage. He walks across the ring with purpose and spins Ishii around. He then unloads an absolute fury of punches and elbows, completely overwhelming Ishii, whom is left standing dizzy and bewildered.

Pierce Donovan: He's got him right where he wants him! The crowd is eating out of his hand, can he keep the momentum going here!

Graves not done, however. Violent Irish whip to the corner. Followed immediately by a massive splash by Graves. Ishii take a take and does the Flair Flop face first down on the mat. Grave climbs the turnbuckles, throat slash to an elated crowd, SWANTON BOMB!
Cover. 1....2.....KICK OUT! The crowd can't believe.

Pierce Donovan: Oh no! Ishii kicked out! Ishii kicked out! What a sequence by Graves! The crowd can't believe it.

Jasper Phoenix: It's going to take more than a little summersault prancing off the top rope to put away an international superstar like Tetsuo Pierce, you know that!

Graves taps on the mat angrily, stands back up, and begins to taunt Ishii to get back up. Ishii slowly crawls to his feet...Only to be met by a stabbing spear as Graves launches himself at full speed. He then immediately begins to stomp Ishii down with kicks, grabbing his arms, and performing the Daniel Bryan stomps. This man is possessed!

Pierce Donovan: He's going to that place! He's gone completely mad! Oh no, what is he doing now...He's not going to...Is he?

Grave drags Ishii's lifeless body to the middle of the ring, looks at Ishii, looks at the cage...Then points to the ceiling of the cage and starts to laugh maniacally. Graves begins to climb the cage, relatively quickly. Once near the top he sizes up Ishii, still lifeless on the mat. At this time another plastic cup is thrown from the crowd and hits the cage, taking Graves attention away from the match, to the three unruly fans from earlier in the evening.

Pierce Donovan: What the hell? Did these morons throw a cup again? We're in the middle of a damn match? Where the bloody hell is security?

Jasper Phoenix: Never a pig in sight when you need one Pierce *he laughs*

Pierce Donovan: I just hope this doesn't affect the outcome of the...

One of the fans is yelling inaudible things at Graves, who now looks as confused as he is pissed off. He shakes off the distraction and goes for the coffin drop...but Ishii had stood up, catches him and counters into a German suplex. Graves is literally folded in half.

Pierce Donovan: Match...For heaven's sake, this is an absolute joke.

Jasper Phoenix: HOLY SHIT DID YOU SEE THAT GERMAN! He's done. He's dead. He's broken. Wrap it up, I could use a beer.

Pierce Donovan: He's folded like a damn table. And what's Ishii going to do now.

Ishii, beaten and batter himself, gets up, and drags Graves to his feet. Full on hoofing kick the the balls, so hard Graves feet leave the ground. Crowd is pissed off, outside of three fans laughing. Ishii picks Grave up over his shoulder, and lawn darts him face first into the cage. Grave face bounces....but Ishii bear hugs him from behind...Then lawn darts him again face first on the other side of the cage.

Jasper Phoenix: BULLSEYE

Pierce Donovan: This is getting real ugly folks, might want to hide the kids.

Jasper Phoenix: AMA isn't for the squeamish Pierce, and here comes the waterworks.

Graves is busted open, leaking blood from his forehead, and barely, barely clutching on to Ishii as the simply stands and towers over his bloodied living corpse. Ishii simply smiles coldly now, butterfly lock, Tiger Driver 98'. Cover 1....2....NO! 2.9999, barely kicks out.

Jasper Phoenix: WHAT??? HOW DAMN SLOW IS THE REF COUNTING!

Pierce Donovan: What toughness. What absolute will by Graves. He's kicked out of the BAKADRIVER. After all that punishment. After all that pain. The man simply refused to lay down.

Jasper Phoenix: Well that might be a GRAVE mistake Pierce. He's about to meet his maker if he's not smarter.

Ishii is pissed now. He gets up and uncovers the turnbuckles from earlier, to the referee's dismay. Walks back to Graves body, and slowly, brings him to his feet as Graves is jelly-limbed. Wrist lock, windup, Irish whip, face first to the exposed buckle. Blood splashes into the cage. Ishii immediately hits the vertical suplex into a cutter, his new finisher. Pinfall. 1...2...3....The crowd erupts in boos as Ishii stands victorious over a limpless, bloody Graves.

Pierce Donovan: Disgusting. I want to throw up. What absolute bullshit. Graves at least can know he never ever gave up. But that was just too damn much for anyone to take.

Jasper Phoenix: Work smark Pierce, you take advantage of every shot, or get left behind in the dust liek your boyfriend here!

Pierce Donovan: Now wait a bloody second, what is going on NOW?

As Ishii leaves the ring with the help of the referee, the three unruly fans suddenly jump the barricade and swarm the ring. They surround Graves, pointing at him and yelling YOU SHOULD HAVE STAYED BURRIED! YOU SHOULD HAVE STAYED DEAD! And the mugging begins. They stomp the absolute living hell out Graves, who's basically already unconscious. They lift him him, and send him crashing into the exposed turnbuckle with a two-man assisted buckle bomb. Then, as soon as they come, they drags Graves body over their shoulders and run off into the crowd.

Pierce Donovan: What the fuck, excuse my language folks, what the hell happened? How did they just jump the barricade? What purpose did they have beating a dead horse even more half to death. Spineless, absolutely spineless!

Jasper Phoenix: I have no words Pierce! This wasn't on my script *shuffles through his papers*

BACKSTAGE INTERVIEW
Jittery nerves spooking the newbies

In the backstage interview area Bryce Montgomery is standing next to one of AMA’s newest acquisitions, the uniquely presented Monstruo del Circo.

Bryce Montgomery: At this time I am joined by one of the newest members of the AMA roster and a man who will make his professional wrestling debut later on tonight. Monstruo del Circo thank you for joining me at this time.

Monstruo del Circo: Byrce the pleasure is all mine, and can I just take this moment to shake your hand and really make it clear how very privileged I am to be here right now.

Montgomery looks surprised as this wrestler with a thick South American accent and an almost offensive face paint representation would offer his hand and seem to have such good manners. Perhaps a lesson of the importance of not judging a book by its cover. Byrce and Circo shake hands with each other, as Byrce continues to speak.

Bryce Montgomery: Now to my knowledge, tonight will actually be the first time that you will ever wrestle in your career. And when I say that I, I do mean that you have never wrestled for another company at any point in your life.

Monstruo del Circo: That is correct Byrce. I have been fighting from my early childhood in the streets of Mendoza, Argentina but I am honest when I say that up until this point. I was not an honest man and I was not living my life by the means I wished too. Right now this company has taken a chance with me, a chance to prove myself and make a name for myself in this business. And hopefully to one day become a person that the future generations can look up.

Bryce Montgomery: It sounds like you want to be a role model, but are the kids of here and now really going to think that someone that looks like a clown is the person they should be influenced by?

Monstruo del Circo can’t help but smile after being asked this question.

Monstruo del Circo: Heroes come in all shapes and sizes. When II was growing up there was this cat called La Parka - and I am talking about the original, not the fraud that came after. The man became an example to me, that you didn’t need to fit a cliche or stereotype to accomplish your dreams. Although, I must admit that I never thought that I would ever get the chance to be a professional wrestler. That was just a pipe dream.

Bryce Montgomery: Blake Justice is the man who you will be facing tonight, and in many ways is probably going to be someone you are never going to be able to forget as they will be your first ever opponent. What are your thoughts on Justice going into this match?

Monstruo pauses for a second, almost as if he is composing himself and thinking carefully about what he is going to say next before answering.

Monstruo del Circo: Putting it lightly I am being thrown into the deep end of the swimming pool and I am going to have to do my best to tread water otherwise I will sink. Neckbeard has been wrestling for fifteen years, which is fifteen more years than me - so that in itself should speak volumes. There is a high percentage of me taking an absolutely beating in that ring tonight, and probably an even higher chance I won’t even remember the bell being rung when everything is said and done. But as they say in show business, the show must go on - "El espectáculo debe continuar!”

Before Byrce is able to saying anything else...

A hooded figure charges Monstruo from behind, the camera shakes violently in the process. Bryce looks across at the man as the man shouts violently.

Blake Justice: WALK AWAY BEFORE YOU GET HURT!

Bryce backs away slowly before walking out of view. The man slowly removes his hood. Long, unkempt scruffy beard and bloodshot eyes are revealed and are looking right down on a lifeless Monsturo sprawled out on the ground. It's none other than tonight's challenger, Blake Justice.

He kneels down, smiling like a crazed animal. Eyes not leaving his eventual challenger

Blake Justice: See you tonight.

Blake stands back up, puts his hood back over and walks away and out of view of the camera.

The camera zooms in on a clearly damaged and dazed Monstruo del Circo who seems unable to get up, as a member of the medical team rushes over to him. As the camera zooms in on the Argentinian talent, despite the brutal takeout he just suffered the man with the clown face actually seems to be smiling as he continues to be tended to.

THIRD MATCH
The handicap affair

We've comeback to ringside to see Raidokken pushing past Atlas Security to grab a microphone from Reina.

Randolph Raidokken: I want you to all understand just how great I really am. That I am in fact the best in this company. I am Randolph Raidokken damnit! I should have known better than to impart my confidence, in a pep talk no less, onto another coward. I knew better. I shouldn't have let yet another pretty face cloud my judgment. Randolph is a sucker for a crying beauty. But, no more. For there is nothing more cowardly than resorting to using a chain when a man’s already had a match and been worn down. I don’t just want the Mistress of Anarky tonight. I want that coward in the ring. I will even give those yellowbellied losers the handicap advantage tonight as I’ll face them both right now.




"Swallow My Bullet" by Porcelain Black plays as a somber looking Kandi walks out from the back without her usual arrogant glide or sassy facials.

She grabs a microphone and steps into the ring with the clearly upset Randolph.

Killer Kandi: I just want you to know that I appreciate what you tried to do for me. I had absolutely no idea that Misandry would get involved. Nor did I ask her to. I am just as appalled as you are at her actions at Maiden Voyage. It was not how I intended to re-debut at the states. I am sorry for what she did to you two weeks ago. With that being said I don't think I can in good conscience accept your challenge.

Kandi attempts to leave, but Randolph Raidokken walked up to her, his anger taking control of his actions, facial expression, and tone reflecting in his escalated aggression. He starts yelling into the microphone as he grabs her wrist to yank back into the ring.

Randolph Raidokken: NO! NO! I refuse to accept it! You will face me tonight and so will your accomplice. I'll even stake my career on it.




Out from the back comes walking Misandry to L7's "Shitlist.". She starts to make her way down the ramp. As she comes to the ring there's a chorus of boos. As she enters the ring she glances at Raidokken and scoffs as she nods toward Kandi. She then stops and turns back to Randolph and kicks him square in his family jewels. She and Kandi locks eyes as a ref goes out onto the stage and walking down the ramp.

Kandi seems to sigh and nod in agreement as the ref hits the ring.

Chains Are a Girl's Best Friend
Handicap Match
standard tag rules
Miss Anarky and Killer Kandi vs. Randolph Raidokken

VS.

#HandicapMatch

Raidokken shakes it off quickly to stare down Anarky. Raidokken got the first move in, grappling up with Anarky. He then turned it into an attempted sleeper hold, but Anarky him with a snapmare. Anarky then picked up Raidokken and locked in a bear hug. For a good 14 seconds, Anarky squeezed Raidokken together. Raidokken nailed Arnaky in the head a through times throughout the move, before his headbutt finally broke it.

Jasper Phoenix: Here we go! Headbutt broke it up!

Pierce Donovan: I think I need a refill on my vodka.

Jasper Phoenix: I knew it...

Anarky stumbled to the ropes, where Raidokken would Irish whip her across the ring. Anarky would rebound back into a Polish Hammer, knocking her straight down. Raidokken would taunt the crowd and Killer Kandi a bit before picking Anarky back up. Being cocky, he went for an early Discus Clothesline. As he turned around for the clothesline, he was met with a surprise Savate Kick.

Jasper Phoenix: Not so fast ready Raidokken!

Pierce Donovan: Would you say he got fingered or rather kicked?

Jasper Phoenix: Both.

Raidokken fell to the floor as Anarky hit him with a Running Seated Senton. Anarky covered Raidokken to no avail, only reaching a 2.2 count. This didn't faze Anarky, who picked Raidokken right back up. She hit a few knee lifts into his midsection before lifting him up onto her shoulder. With her mind set on one area, Anarky ran and hit Raidokken with a brutal power slam in the center of the ring. Anarky would tag in Kandi next.

Jasper Phoenix: Only got to two in a half!

Pierce Donovan: OUCH! And now to tag in the fresh woman!

Kandi entered the ring and picked up Raidokken. She hit the arrogant star with an Arm Drag before transitioning it into a belly-to-back suplex. She bridged a pinfall, but Raidokken got out at two. Anarky began to chant for Kandi to be more aggressive, which causes Kandi to go and tag herself out. Anarky didn't have time to fret on the situation as she reentered the ring. Anarky would pick up Raidokken and hit him with a Fallaway Slam. Anarky would cover Raidokken, but only got a 2 count.

Jasper Phoenix: Another two count for Ready Raidokken!

Pierce Donovan: Should we call him Radio Raidokeen?

Jasper Phoenix: That does have a ring to it...

Anarky would continue her dominance over Raidokken, looking for a running leg drop. Raidokken would roll out of the way though, causing Anarky to land on her bottom. Raidokken would then hit a Polish Hammer on the seated Anarky, sending her on her back. Kandi winced in pain as Raidokken turned his attention to her. He began to yell at Kandi to start being aggressive. Anarky would get up from the floor to knock Raidokken in the head with a Back Elbow. This stunned Raidokken for a bit as Anarky tagged in Kandi. Kandi entered the ring as Raidokken re-stabilized himself.

Jasper Phoenix: What is Radio doing?

Pierce Donovan: Seems to be getting his channel distorted.

Kandi went for a Swinging Neckbreaker onto Raidokken, but he fought the move off as she swung. Raidokken would respond with a Sitout Spinning Side Slam, taking Kandi to the floor. Raidokken then pulled Kandi up by her hair and demanded her to actually fight him. Raidokken pulled Kandi onto his shoulder and ran at the ropes. He hit her with an Oklahoma Stampede, sending her over the top rope onto the apron. Kandi stumbled on the apron as Raidokken ran off the other rope. He went for his apron spear. Kandi would get her knees out, sending Raidokken falling back. Kandi would then get back into the ring as Raidokken stood up. She ran at him and hit him with a Diamond Shattering Spear. Kandi held her back as she covered his leg. But, she almost got a three count as Raidokken kicked out.

Jasper Phoenix: SO CLOSE TO A WIN!

Pierce Donovan: Come on Radio!

Anarky, having enough of Kandi's hesitations, entered the the ring herself. Kandi was confused as Anarky picked up Raidokken. She heaved him onto her shoulders and hit a 1A! Anarky looked over at Kandi and picked up Raidokken again. Raidokken was groggy as she locked in the ANAR-KEY! Raidokken was screaming in pain as Kandi, hesitantly, would combo the move with a Diamond Breaker. Raidokken was out cold as Anarky let him go. She slid under the ring as Kandi covered Raidokken. This time, for a three count.

Jasper Phoenix: And, now it’s over. The women overcome Radio Raidokken!

Pierce Donovan: I gotta go to the restroom.

Kandi begins to leave when Misandry grabs her arm like Randolph had just done.

Misandry: You've lost her killer instinct, but I'm gonna show you the way once again so you can get it back.

OLIVER THAWNE'S OFFICE
EVPs and AMAs amuck

The camera cuts to show the owner of the company Oliver Thawne standing in his office with his back to the door of his office. As the camera keeps panning out to give us a better view we now see Sean Cutter Jr. facing Oliver Thawne as they appear to have been talking, though not being heard by any microphones. The door behind Oliver opens and closes, as Sean’s eyes got serious with a look of pure hatred burning in his eyes. The camera picks up Steve Sanders now have entered the office. He just looks at Sean Cutter Jr. with a stoic expression and not in the least bit intimidated by the EVP. Thawne looks between both men and points at them both as he speaks for the first time that the camera picks it up.

Oliver Thawne: I’m telling you both right now. You will behave in this office and no shit is to be thrown in here. Save it for out there tonight.

Oliver looks between the two men, first staring at Sanders who just smiles while keeping his eyes locked on Cutter Jr.’s eyes. The fact still remains Steve is here for a lot of reasons and Cutter isn’t the only thing. Sean Cutter Jr. points his finger toward Steve Sanders, the thorn that has remained in his family’s side for many years.

Sean Cutter Jr.: Mr. Franchise. Your days around here are numbered. Because I got your kryptonite in my corner tonight for the stretcher match.

Sean starts to walk toward the door as Sanders stands in his way for a moment. As they look deep into each other’s eyes, just a mere few inches away from each other. The hatred is for each other is written on their faces. As Sanders steps aside letting Cutter Jr by without incident. The door closing behind him not too long afterward. Steve turns his eyes toward Oliver Thawne who is now facing him.

Steve Sanders: I really don’t care if he adds ten of his crushes from Bumble to the match. Sean Cutter Jr will be leaving this arena tonight in an ambulance. It’s a damn promise.

Oliver Thawne: So, why are you here Steve?

Steve Sanders: I have a signed AMA from the hospital absolving you and your company of liability if I wrestle tonight. If that isn’t enough I will sign anything AMA needs me to sign to get this match to happen. But, Thawne, also means I cannot be excluded from competing in the title tournament next month no matter what happens in this match tonight. I refuse to let the Cutters continue to try to stamp me out of this company, the business, the title picture, and of my legacy. To rob the savior of this company my right to destiny.

Thawne looks at Sanders as he produces the signed paperwork. Thawne grabs it, looking at it, reading a couple of minutes before flipping the stabled paper back to the last page to observe the signature, a binding contract. Upon seeing the John Hancock of Sanders he flips the paper closed, sitting it down on the desk beside him.

Oliver Thawne: All seems to be good to go. And, yes no matter what happens tonight in that match. You are indeed included in the title tournament next month.

Sanders looks at Thawne before turning to leave his office, with the door shutting behind him as the camera shows Thawne just watching him leave. The camera cuts back to the announcer’s table.

Pierce Donovan: We are really getting it Jasper! We will finally get to see The Ironborn shelf the Franchise for good tonight! I can’t wait!

Jasper Phoenix: We are indeed in for an action-packed night. But, I don’t get how you are counting out the man Steve Sanders. He has overcome just about everything the Cutters have thrown at him, Pierce.

Pierce Donovan: Sanders odds are looking bad tonight but I have the faith he is gonna figure this out.

MATCH FOUR
Brian Zewbowski vs. Max Maverick

Ranked Exhibition
Singles Match
Brian Zewbowski vs. "The Ace" Max Maverick

VS.

#ZewbowskiVsMaverick

We are back within the Coca-Cola Roxy where the fans are still abuzz, riding high on some exhilarating AMA action!

Pierce Donovan: It looks like up next we have one of the most anticipated match-ups on tonight’s show, as two highly regarded and well-travelled veterans will mix things up! Max Maverick and Brian Zewbowski going toe-to-toe!

Just then, “Bubblin’” by Anderson .Paak slams on the speakers and the lights begin pulsating, with purple and green lasers illuminating the arena.

Pierce Donovan: Oh… I’m sorry? I thought Maverick and Zewbowski were next. What’s this about now?

Jasper Phoenix: Are you deaf, blind or stupid, Pierce? It’s “The Immaculate” Tora Fushimi gracing us with his presence!

Indeed it is Tora Fushimi who steps out onto the stage wearing his ring pants, but he doesn’t seem dressed to compete as he isn’t taped up, and is sporting one of his shirts from the AMA merch shop. He pumps up the crowd and basks in their adulation as he makes his way down to the ringside area.

Pierce Donovan: I see that, Jasper. I’m wondering what business he has out here, as our itinerary states that his match isn’t until later!

Fushimi takes a second to climb up the ring steps and strike a pose at the top of them. The crowd obliged him with a big pop, despite his self-absorbed antics. He hops off the ring steps and makes his way over to the announce table.

Jasper Phoenix: Well I think this answers your question, Pierce. The Talk of the Town seems to be joining us on the call for this match. What an honor!

Pierce Donovan: Well I wish I had been given a heads up, but I guess it’s a little late for that!

Jasper Phoenix: Don’t be such a stick in the mud, Pierce. This is like Christmas come early!

Fushimi does indeed take a seat alongside Jasper and Pierce, and throws on a headset.

Tora Fushimi: Is this thing on? You guys picking me up?

Jasper Phoenix: Coming through fine, my friend! It’s great to have you here with us if I do say so myself!

Pierce Donovan: Yes, Mr. Fushimi, we are happy to have you join us. May I ask what brings you out here tonight?

Tora Fushimi: Well listen boys, everyone knows that these fans here tonight paid good money to see me, so what kind of man would I be to limit my on-screen time to just my own match?

Jasper Phoenix: That logic certainly checks out.

Tora Fushimi: And furthermore, after me and Max Maverick put this company on the map with our instant classic at Maiden Voyage, I wanted to get the best seat possible to see if Max and this Brian fellow are capable of following up!

Pierce Donovan: Well Zewbowski is a very game opponent for certain with an incredible catalogue of matches. I think regardless of anyone’s opinion on these two competitors, we’re going to be in for a good one!

And just like that, "L'arena" by Ennio Morricone hits the speakers, beckoning the arrival of Brian Zewbowski. “The King of the Crucifix” steps onto the stage wearing his signature black tights with the red words "Fight to Live" on the back, wearing an official Brian Zewbowski T-Shirt "Jujika-Oh" design. The fans come alive for the amiable, if troubled, superstar.

Pierce Donovan: And speaking of which, here he comes. These fans love Brian Zewbowski! After that hellacious Grave Consequences match at Maiden Voyage, I just know that deep down he can’t be anywhere near 100%.

Zewbowski continues down the ramp like a man on a mission, though he still puts his hands out to the side to allow some fans to get a piece of him.

Reina de la Cruz: Making his way to the ring, from Princeton, Minnesota... weighing in at 260 pounds, he is "The King of Crucifix"... Brian Zewbowski!!

Zewbowski hops up on the apron, comes to the middle of the apron, and turns to the fans to hit his throat slash taunt, eliciting more pops from the Atlanta crowd. He enters the ring and makes his way to the corner, where he continues to stretch and keep loose.

"Money for Nothing" hits and Max Maverick struts out on stage wearing his spike studded leather jacket over his black pants while being flanked by his bodyguard, Solomon Black. Max arrogantly walks down to the ring, points to himself and shouts at the camera, "I am THE Ace, baybay!". He poses for the fans and talks trash to some of them while Solomon backs him up if any of them get too close.

Reina de la Cruz: Making his way to the ring and being accompanied by Solomon Black, from Venice Beach, California… weighing in at 227 pounds... He would like that I announce him as “sweeter than chocolate cake and tougher than a two dollar steak”, he is "The Ace"... Max Maverick!!

Max reaches the ring as he's being announced and climbs up on a turnbuckle and holds his arms out, soaking it all in while Solomon Black stands at ringside looking on stoically. From his perch on the turnbuckle, he turns to stare down at Tora Fushimi at the announce desk and points him out.

Tora Fushimi: He pointing at me?

Pierce Donovan: Well I don’t think he was pointing at Jasper.

Jasper Phoenix: Now you don’t know that, Pierce! I hear Max Maverick has a great appreciation for my commentary, which is more than I could say about you!

Max drops down and continues to pose and then removes his jacket and hands it off to the ringside attendant.

Tora Fushimi: This should be pretty interesting. Max looks particularly confident tonight, but I guess after I carried him to a five star classic last week, I can understand why!

Pierce Donovan: Oh you carried him, did you?

Tora Fushimi: That’s exactly right. You’ll see. If this match is anywhere near what we did at Maiden Voyage, I’ll eat my words, but the fact of the matter is that I made both of us stars last week and Max refuses to acknowledge it!

Jasper Phoenix: Don’t even sweat it, Tora! Some people just don’t get it. You were electric last show and no doubt Pierce will inevitably be forced to acknowledge your greatness. But, I think we can all agree that right here, right now, it’s time for Max Maverick to knock Zewbowski down a peg!

Pierce Donovan: I absolutely do not agree with that!

*DING! DING! DING!*

The bell sounds, and the two men begin to circle. Brian is zoned in on his opponent, while Max is mostly gesturing to the audience and grinning like a cheshire cat. The two come to the center of the ring where Brian indicates he’s looking to lock up in a potential test of strength. Max plays along, but before the two men can lock hands, Max bails on that idea and instead pulls Brian into a side headlock! Pleased with himself, Max yells out “Come on baybay!”. Keeping one arm around Brian’s neck and head, he puts his other hand in the air to show off. Brian takes advantage and is easily able to shoot Max off of him, into the ropes, and he takes Max down with a big shoulder block on the rebound. Max looks up to Brian standing above him with a look as if Brian has just insulted him. He scurries back to the corner to gather his wits.

Pierce Donovan: Not even 30 seconds into the match and Max is already digging himself a hole with his arrogance!

Tora Fushimi: Arrogance? Where?

Pierce Donovan: The taunting, the self-adulation?

Tora Fushimi: That is what you call showmanship, Pierce, and it is the backbone of this industry!

Jasper Phoenix: Yeah, Pierce. Guys like Max and Tora are the reason we have a job, so try showing a little more respect!

Tora Fushimi: Max was just a tad overzealous with things there. A mistake that I, of course, would not have made.

Back to his feet now, Max propositions Brian for a test of strength this time. Brian isn’t falling for it for one second and just plants a boot in Max’s midsection before unloading a series of chops that back “The Ace” into the corner. Brian proceeds to lay the boots in, until the referee cuts him off and forces him off of Maverick. Maverick shouts at the referee between winces of pain, “Hey, you’re just going to let him do that to me? You idiot!”. The two men again convene in the center of the ring where they meet in a collar-and-elbow tie-up. Brian powers Max back against the ropes where the referee again must separate them. As he does, Max takes advantage of the opening and lays a loud slap across Brian’s face! Brian puts his hand up to his face, looking infuriated. Max laughs in his face, really satisfied with himself. But, he’s not laughing anymore when Brian shoots past the referee, grabs Max, and tosses him to the middle of the ring with a huge biel toss! Frantically rolling onto his knees, Max begs Brian off, but Brian has had enough of the antics and instead grabs Max up by his hair and lifts him to deliver a big scoop slam. Brian then shoots off the ropes and returns to drop a knee across the face of Maverick. He wastes no time going into the lateral press.

1...

2...

Kick out!

Pierce Donovan: Brian Zewbowski knows he isn’t being paid by the hour, and it looks like he’s done playing Maverick’s games.

Jasper Phoenix: Done or not, Pierce, Zewbowski needs to be realistic here. Maverick is a long way from being finished and I’d bet the house he has some more tricks up his sleeve!

Staying right on top of Max, Brian pulls the self-absorbed grappler into a rear chinlock. He’s just grinding the man down here. Max struggles to get himself a little bit of leverage and attempts to squeeze himself out from underneath the hold, but Brian quickly transitions into a seated surfboard, where he’s driving his knee into Maverick’s back while pulling both his arms out in a spreaded position by his wrists. At this point, Maverick is wailing in pain. He attempts to rock side-to-side to reverse the leverage. At last, he is able to get to a knee, and then finally make his way to his feet, while Brian retains control of his wrists. Brian delivers a stomp to the back of Maverick’s knee, which immediately drops “The Ace” back down to a kneeling position. Brian grabs Max by the head and slams him down backwards to the mat. He again shoots down into the lateral press, looking for a win.

1…

Tw-...

Kick out!

Even quicker this time, Maverick is able to get his shoulder up. Brian doesn’t look the least bit surprised and scoops Max up off the canvas, leading him to his feet. He whips him off the ropes and plants him with a sidewalk slam.

Tora Fushimi: This Brian dude is just relentless right now, but where’s the flare?

Pierce Donovan: If I had to guess, I’d say Zewbowski is just more worried about the task at hand right now. He’s likely saving the dramatics for after the match is won.

Jasper Phoenix: Heh, well then it’s going to be really awkward when the match is over and it’s Max Maverick getting his hand raised!

Pierce Donovan: That remains to be seen, but as it stands, Zewbowski is firmly in the driver's seat of this big time singles match-up!

Brian lifts Max to his feet once again, only to immediately dig into him with some repeated uppercuts. Max staggers backwards, hitting the turnbuckle, which is the only thing stopping him from falling straight to the canvas. Brian shouts at Max to “bring it”, before rushing in and pounding him with a big back elbow smash. Max drops down to a prone seated position in the corner. However, Brian remains on the hunt, and begins to drag Max out by his leg. The referee for a third time now tries to intervene, ordering Brian to back off while Max is in the ropes. In the midst of this confrontation, Max is able to get his other foot up, and kick Brian square in the kisser. This kick sends the heavyweight reeling backwards. Suddenly, Max Maverick’s bodyguard Solomon Black hops onto the apron behind the referee’s back and reaches into the ring to catch the unsuspecting Zewbowski with an eye rake! The referee whips around just in time to catch Black dropping down from the apron, and sees Zewbowski selling the attack to his eyes!

Pierce Donovan: How cheap!

Jasper Phoenix: How brilliant!

The referee immediately rushes to confront Black, interrogating him over his involvement. Black claims innocence, but the fans are very vocal in pointing out his guilt! The big man Black shouts at fans at ringside to shut up, but this only increases their volume. At long last, the referee very theatrically orders Black to head to the back, shouting “You’re outta here!”. Black loses his shit and continues to argue with the referee who has to drop out of the ring and physically begin to lead Black away from ringside.

Jasper Phoenix: Now this is just ridiculous, what’s the point in having a bodyguard if he isn’t even allowed to help you when you’re in trouble?

Pierce Donovan: Are you insane, Jasper? This is a one-on-one matchup!

Tora Fushimi: Hate to say it, but I’m with Pierce on this one. If it wasn’t for that big oaf, I would have easily defeated Max at Maiden Voyage and that’s just a fact! Now let’s see how he fares without his heavy in this one.

With the referee pre-occupied with Solomon Black, Max sees an opening. He stands up and blatantly attempts a low blow kick on the partially blinded Brian, but Brian manages to catch the leg mid-swing! He spins Max around by his leg, and thrusts forward for a lariat, but Max ducks underneath and is able to nail Brian with a Russian leg sweep! Coming out on top of the series of reversals, Max seems to have a renewed sense of confidence. Both men get to their feet at roughly the same time, but with Brian still a bit disoriented, Max is able to hit the ropes and come back, driving Brian into the mat with a bulldog! Finding himself now in firm control, Max wastes no time looking to shut this match down, grabbing Brian’s legs and trying to get him rolled over into The Ace in the Hole boston crab maneuver! At the same time, the referee has finally gotten Black to the backstage area and rushes back to the ring!

Pierce Donovan: This will be no easy task for Max, with a man of Zewbowski’s size! Can he lock it in!?

There’s a momentary struggle as Brian isn’t worn down to the point of going down easy. He is able to use his lower body strength to pull Max in and counter him into a small package!

1…

2…

Kick out!

Jasper Phoenix: Phew! I nearly thought that was it!

Both men rush up to their feet, with Max throwing a forearm, only for Brian to duck underneath and catch Max with a bigtime back suplex! We’ve got a bit of a double down as Maverick sells the slam and Brian takes a moment to try and regain his focus. Brian is the first to his feet, and he backs into the corner to stalk the writhing Max Maverick. Max manages to make it to his feet, but as soon as he turns, he catches a boot to the abdomen. Brian positions Max’s head between his legs, as he looks to deliver the Jackknife Powerbomb! Max however counters, and sweeps Brian down with somewhat of a double leg takedown and shoots into a jackknife pin on Brian!

1…

2…

Kick out!

Pierce Donovan: Max Maverick with his first pin attempt in this match-up and it comes just after avoiding certain doom, countering his way out of Brian’s feared jackknife powerbomb!

Jasper Phoenix: And that’s the brilliance of “The Ace” there, cutting off the momentum of his opponent and immediately turning things back in his favor!

Pierce Donovan: Well Jasper, Brian just did the same thing a moment ago, countering The Ace in the Hole into a pin attempt.

Jasper Phoenix: Sure, but it’s better when Max Maverick does it!

Max and Brian meet once more, getting to their feet at the same time. Max is able to use Brian’s own momentum to send him flying with an armdrag… then another… then a third attempt, only this time, Brian blocks it, using his size and power to straight up deny the armdrag. Instead he pulls Max up onto his shoulder and drops him face first on the top turnbuckle pad with snake eyes! Brian rushes off the far ropes and comes back to clobber Max with a big boot! Brian is on a roll now, and Max being the cagey veteran he is, rolls out of the ring to escape his wrath.

Jasper Phoenix: That’s good, Max, get yourself a breather!

Pierce Donovan: A shrewd move from Maverick right here to get out of harm’s way, but his respite may not last long. Brian Zewbowski is still on the hunt!

Quite so, Brian also leaves the ring against the referee’s wishes. He isn’t going to let Max recuperate. He makes a beeline for Max and clubs him in the back, sending him careening into the guard rail.

Tora Fushimi: That’ll leave a mark. I don’t know what’s going through Maverick’s mind right now, but I’ll tell you one thing: if he loses this match right now, I want his victory against me vacated!

Desperation is setting in for Max now. He turns to see the laser focused Brian still coming towards him, and the wheels begin turning in his mind. He quickly grabs a beverage from someone in the front row and tosses it in Brian’s face!

Pierce Donovan: Oh come on! Is there any level he will not stoop to?

Jasper Phoenix: If you ain’t cheating, you ain’t trying, Pierce!

Max follows up lifting Brian and nailing him with an atomic drop. He isn’t done there though, and he lifts Brian up, dropping him down crotch-first across the guard rail! The referee is right on top of Max, warning him that he’s going to disqualify him if he continues.

Pierce Donovan: This referee is showing a lot of leniency here, as Maverick has abandoned any semblance of a traditional gameplan, opting to bend the rules to his will!

Jasper Phoenix: Tradition be damned. Max is taking it right to Brian’s groin here in one of the most ingenuitive offensive displays I’ve ever seen!

Tora Fushimi: He gets some points for creativity, but if he tried that on me, we’d have a real problem.

Max plays it coy, throwing his hands up and pretending he has no idea what the referee is on about. But, not going to let the referee stand in the way of him getting a win, he brushes past the official and nails Brian with a lariat, which takes him off the guard rail and right down the thinly padded floor. Max, of course, takes a moment to “soak it in” as boos rain down on him. He then grabs Brian and sends him back into the ring. He follows him in, and unloads a flurry of stomps on him. He decides to continue to indulge his own ego, placing one boot on Brian’s chest and striking a flexing pose for a pin attempt.

1…

2…

Th-...

Kick out!

To no one in the arena’s surprise, Brian is able to power out of the halfhearted pin, but he cut it pretty close this time around. Max laughs arrogantly, then drops down to his knees and begins to straight up unleash some punches on Brian who does his best to cover up. Max can be heard over the microphones yelling “This will teach you Lebowski!” as he pelts him with strikes. Max pops back up to his feet, and drags Brian up with him. He takes Brian by the arm and bends it behind his back into a hammerlock. He then wraps himself under Brian’s other arm and cocks back, thrusting forward with an explosive lariat that plants the big man right into the canvas… Good Night, Irene!

Jasper Phoenix: What a shot! This has to be it!

Maverick throws himself over Zewbowski for the cover, and the referee slides into position.

1…

2…

Thre-

No! Kick out!

The audience gasps as many of them clearly thought that may have been the curtain call for Zewbowski. Max pounds the mat and acosts the referee for not counting fast enough. He grabs the referee by the collar of his shirt and points in his face before throwing him to the side. Max is up on his feet and walks around the prone body of Brian for a while, shaking his head.

Tora Fushimi: Max needs to take a page out of my book and just play it cool here. He’s gotta finish this man off.

Pierce Donovan: I think you’re onto something, Tora, but Max’s ego is just getting the best of him right now!

Max seems to overhear this exchange, and goes over to the ropes, pointing towards the commentary table and yelling at Fushimi, “You shut your damn mouth Taco Sushi! You want me to come out there, huh? I’ll-”. Max suddenly stops mid-sentence as a look of surprise comes over his face.

Tora Fushimi: What’s your deal old man? Focus on the match! Why is he just staring at us?

Jasper Phoenix: Well I have no idea, he seems to be… frozen?

As the camera pans to the announce desk where Tora, Jasper and Pierce are seated, it’s clear what’s caught Max’s attention. Standing right there in the front row, right behind the announce team, is the same stable that made their presence known earlier in the night: Malice! Hangman James, Donovan Grayson and Dalilah Rose stand there frighteningly still and expressionless, while Damien Axel stands front and center laughing sinisterly. All the commentators suddenly swing around to see them there behind them.

Pierce Donovan: Holy hell, what are these guys up to out here!?

Jasper Phoenix: I haven’t a clue, but God I hope they aren’t here for us!!

Max finally snaps out of his state of shock to turn around and resume the match-up. However, his confrontation with Fushimi and the distraction of the fearsome stable in the crowd gave Brian enough time to recover. Max goes to grab Brian, who is on one knee, but “The King of the Crucifix” bursts up and swats away Max’s arms. He lands a kick to the gut and follows it swiftly with the dreaded Jackknife Powerbomb! Max lands unceremoniously on the top of his shoulders and neck, folded like a lawn chair! Brian drops down and stacks Max up for the cover.

1…

2…

3!

*DING! DING! DING!*

Pierce Donovan: Zewbowski pulls it off in the end! That gnarly powerbomb was just too much for Maverick to kick out of!

Jasper Phoenix: Well don’t bury the lede, Pierce! Maverick was firmly in control until this menacing quartet showed up!

Pierce Donovan: Correction, Jasper - he was in control until he decided to denigrate Tora. And that’s when Malice caught his attention. And that is why he just sustained that loss. He took his eyes off the prize, Jasper!

Brian poses on his knees beside Maverick who is writhing in pain. The referee comes over and raises his hand as Reina declares him the victor.

Reina de la Cruz: Here is your winner, Brian Zewbowski!!

Brian clutches his fists in victory and appears both proud and relieved to have pulled out the hard fought win. The fans are giving it up for his efforts. He takes to the turnbuckles to celebrate his win, but as he climbs the corner closest to the announce desk, he looks down and spots Malice standing there in the front row, staring back at him! Suddenly his mood visibly changes as he can audibly be heard telling them to stay out of his business. After this, he promptly drops down from the corner and exits the ring, hardly ever breaking eye contact with them.

Tora Fushimi: Well, that was an unusual exchange. These guys know each other or wh-

Suddenly there’s a clamor heard over the headsets of the commentators. The cameras flash to show Malice has hopped over the barricade and shoved the commentators, along with Fushimi, down to the floor, as they make their way into the ring! The three men of the group circle Max Maverick like a pack of dogs. For his part, “The Ace” is still shaking off the cobwebs and isn’t fully aware of the imminent danger. He gets up to his knees and looks up to find that Malice has their sights set on him. The commentators struggle to get their headsets back on and working.

Pierce Donovan: The nerve of these guys! You fellas okay?

Jasper Phoenix: Now was that really necessary to push us out of the way? These guys are just hellbent on causing destruction all night, aren’t they?

Tora Fushimi: Who are these dudes anyways and what do they want with Max?

Max puts his hands up and tries to reason with the men, but it’s clear they aren’t going to be deterred. Just then, the fans ignite as Brian comes running back to the ring. He slides in and stands in front of Max, telling Malice that they have no business being here! Damien Axel looks at both his allies and then stares back at Brian. He can be heard saying “You don’t tempt fate, or you get Malice!” Swiftly, all three members of the group swarm on Brian and Max, pummeling down the already fatigued superstars!

Pierce Donovan: This isn’t how you make a statement, this is just a mugging of two guys who are already spent after a hell of a contest!

Hangman James and Donovan Grayson pull Max up and hold him upright for Damien Axel to deliver a series of sickening forearm blows right to the jaw. Brian is still fighting and jumps on Grayson from behind, knocking him down. He starts swinging on Hangman, but the numbers game remains insurmountable. His only saving grace appears to be their seeming uneasiness about going at him as hard as the others.

Pierce Donovan: These guys are fighting valiantly but I think it’s all in vain right now.

As the group continues to go to town, Axel takes a second just to point at the commentators and tell them to pay close attention to the destruction they’re unleashing. He goes back to join the mauling, but clearly his words aren’t sitting well with Fushimi.

Tora Fushmi: Alright, that’s enough of that! I’m not going to sit here and take this disrespect from these freaks!

Jasper Phoenix: What? Where are you going?

Tora Fushimi stands up and throws off the headset. The crowd once again comes alive as “The Immaculate” hits the ring. A fresh body, he begins to unload a series of strikes on Hangman and Grayson. Damien sees he’s going to have to get the job done himself and pounds Fushimi from behind. But as he stands over Fushimi, Brian and Max are able to come to and together they tackle Damien to the mat and begin to unload on him. Damien is able to scramble free of the two and slips out of the ring.

Pierce Donovan: Well the odds have just been evended and it doesn’t look like Damien Axel and the rest of Malice were prepared for things to go this way!

Back inside the ring Grayson is pinballed back and forth between Brian and Tora who take turns delivering rights on him, before finally Brian sends him crashing with a big spinebuster! At the same time this is happening, Max Maverick stalks Hangman who is in a daze. As soon as he reaches his feet, Maverick delivers a Maximum Overdrive! Both Grayson and Hangman roll out of the ring to join their leader on the floor. The vile foursome retreat once again through the crowd, while vowing vengeance!

Pierce Donovan: My goodness, what a turn of events. Malice is now on the retreat, as the unlikely trio of Max Maverick, Brian Zewbowski and Tora Fushimi defend the ring!

Jasper Phoenix: But let’s not forget that sometimes a wounded animal is the most dangerous animal! Malice thought better of the situation once they lost the upperhand, but something tells me that there’s more chaos on the horizon, courtesy of Malice!

Pierce Donovan: I’m afraid you’re right on that one, Jasper. We saw the level of violence they’re capable of earlier, and I think we nearly saw the demise of two more individuals just now if things had played out just a little differently.

Back in the ring, Brian, Max and Tora are standing nearly shoulder to shoulder as they watch Malice head for higher ground. Once they are well out of sight, Brian turns and shakes Tora’s hand and pats him on the back. Both men turn to Max and offer him the same props, but as if just remembering who he’s standing in the ring with, Max throws up the middle finger to both Brian and Tora, before rolling out of the ring!

Pierce Donovan: Wow! Even after all of that, Max Maverick showing absolutely no respect to Brian and Tora! He would be mincemeat right now if not for the two of them!

As Max heads up the ramp, yelling at Brian and Tora about how he doesn’t need their help, the other two just stand in the ring looking disappointed in Max’s behavior after they just came to his aid. The camera shoots back over to the announce desk where Jasper and Pierce get in some final thoughts.

Jasper Phoenix: Love him or hate him, Max Maverick is a man who stands on his own!

Pierce Donovan: Sure, if you don’t count his literal bodyguard. But hey, if Max wants to be stubborn and prideful, that is up to him. My hat is off to both Brian Zewbowski and Tora Fushimi for stepping up in a dire situation!

BACKSTAGE SEGMENT
Max doesn't need your help

Max Maverick is seen backstage coming out of gorilla after a grueling match with Humanity, and he’s still attempting to recover from the assault on him by Malice. Max has an ice pack resting on the back of his neck while speaking with his bodyguard, Solomon Black.

Max Maverick: What was that out there?! Who in the hell were those freak shows?!

Solomon shakes his head.

Max Maverick: It was a rhetorical question Solomon, you don’t need to answer it. What was their problem though? Do they know who they’re messing with?!

Just then Tora Fushimi walks in with his manager Douglas Watson at his side, and before he can even speak Max stops him.

Max Maverick: What do you want?! Are you looking for a thank you? Because if so, well then you can keep on walking because I don’t recall asking for your help out there, do you Solomon?

Solomon shakes his head again.

Max Maverick: See? The way that I see it, you didn’t need to stick your nose in business that doesn’t concern you! I don’t need help fighting off some sideshow clowns, especially help from you!

Let me break it down for you: If the roles were reversed, and it was you out there getting jumped by them, I wouldn’t be out there helping you.

Max sticks the ice pack into Tora’s chest and walks off with Solomon in tow. Tora looks a bit peeved while Douglas just shakes his head.

MATCH FIVE
Monstruo del Circo vs. Blake Justice

Grueling Tryouts
No Disqualifications Match
Monstruo del Circo vs. "Bruiser" Blake Justice

VS.
#CircoVsJustice




Blake Justice emerges from the back and seems to be looking straight ahead towards the ring, with a determined and stern look on his face.

Reina de la Cruz: The following contest in a No Disqualifications match! Introducing first wrestling out of New York City, New York weighing in at 210 lb he is ‘Crazy’...Blake Justice!

Justice looks up and down Reina as he clambers into the ring, but slowly and methodically walks over to one of the ring corners as he seems to be psyching himself up, before turning to the back as his opponent’s music begins to play and as the camera focuses in on Blake who has almost a look of surprise as Monstruo del Circo emerges from the back.




Circo doesn’t look at 100% which is surprising considering the beating that he took earlier on in the night from the man already in the ring.

Reina de la Cruz: And his opponent hailing from Mendoza, Argentina weighing in at 205lb ‘El Diablo’ Monstruo del Circo!

Before anyone has time to comprehend what is going on, Justice has exited the ring and is charging at Circo and wipes him off his feet with a running clothesline and catches him totally off guard and knocks him onto his back.

Jasper Phoenix: Out of nowhere! Justice has been served! That will teach that clown!

Pierce Donovan: That is certainly a very clever play on words, Jasper, but factually speaking there is nothing truthful about that statement. It is important that our viewers understand that it was in fact Blake Justice who attacked Monstruo del Circo backstage prior to this match, which technically hasn’t even started yet.

Justice sat on top of Circo in a full mount and delivered a number of hard punches to his opponent’s side before putting both his hands around Circo’s neck and proceeding to start choking him out. Under the rules of the match this would be completely legal, if that match had started. One thing was extremely clear and that was that Circo had been totally caught out by his opponent and was very much on the back foot.

Justice would grab hold of Circo’s feet and start dragging him towards the the ring, letting go of him when he reached the ring apron and would clamber up on it and pause for a second pausing to point and laugh at Circo before leaping off and landing on top of his opponent with a brutal double leg drop knocking the wind out of Monstruo once more. The referee would be standing next to Blake, making it quite clear that if he didn’t get into the ring soon he would throw the match out as a no contest.

Pierce Donovan: Blake Justice has turned Monstruo del Circo into a human punching bag and the match hasn’t even technically started yet. Our in-ring official is doing his best to get both men into the ring, although at this point Monstruo del Circo might already have passed the point of no return.

Jasper Phoenix: Who cares if the match officially starts at this point! I don’t know about you, but I am more than happy to watch Justice beat the crap out of this circus freak at ringside instead of actually getting back into the ring.

Pierce Donovan: For Circo’s own personal welfare, I hope someone stops this!

Jasper Phoenix: Bore off! Things are finally getting interesting!

Justice finally lifts up MDC and rolls him underneath the bottom rope, before clambering into the ring. The referee would make it clear to Justice that the match wouldn’t begin until Monstruo was able to stand on his own two feet. Blake looked agitated like a wild animal that is trying to be herded, but eventually would return to his own corner clearly wanting the match to officially begin - although for how long it would last considering his opponent’s current condition. On the opposite side of the ring, Monstruo was doing his best to push himself up to his feet but was having to hold onto the ring ropes to do so. Despite his state, he would signal he still wanted to compete by giving a thumbs up to the referee before turning to Blake Justice and actually smiling despite everything as the referee would call for the bell.

Pierce Donovan: We are finally underway, although I would be lying if I said that I felt like this is going any other way than a Blake Justice victory.

Jasper Phoenix: And too right! Send this face painted loser on the first bus home!

Blake would charge at Circo like an angry bull, only to be left shocked as this wounded animal in front of him showed from unexpected agility and would side step out of the way, causing Justice to crash into the turnbuckle pads. As if there was slight window of opportunity presented, Circo would attempt to connect with a kick to Justice but the injuries he had sustained prevented him from fully connecting which resulted in Justice openly laughing at his opponent before picking up and tossing him onto his shoulders before ejecting him over the ropes and out onto the floor with a Fireman’s Carry Drop as Circo would crash down onto the floor below with quite the bump.

Jasper Phoenix: Big impact! Big impact!

Monstruo del Circo is noticeably struggling on the floor, as Justice is tapping the referee on the shoulder and signaling.

Pierce Donovan: Justice is asking the referee to start the ten count and honestly this might be the best result for everyone involved.

Jasper Phoenix: One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten! Come on referee, that is ten this match should already be over by now. Count this son of a bitch out already!

The referee had officially begun his count and had reached seven and it must be noted that the count seemed incredibly slow, but it wasn’t surprising that the referee was offering leniency considering how the match had begun. At the last possible moment CIrco hoisted himself up using the ring apron and rolled back into the ring just in time to break the count. And for his troubles he would be on the receiving end of a number of foot stomps, that would surely leave Circo regretting his decision to get back into the ring. Justice would force Circo up onto his feet, only to send him tumbling back down to the canvass with a well executed neckbreaker before dropping on top of Circo to make the cover. One, Two, Thr-Shoulders Up!

Pierce Donovan: Circo got the shoulder up! Unbelievable!

Jasper Phoenix: Why won’t this maniac just lay down and die, this isn’t going to end well for him.

Justice looks furious as he shouts something at the referee, before hooking Circo’s leg and going to a second cover. One, Two - Kickout! This time the count is shorter than the previous, and despite everything it is clear that Circo still has some fight in his tank despite everything. Justice would stomp down on Circo a few more times, really taking out his frustration before hauling his foe up once again clearly looking to finish this up once and for all. Justice would go to pick up Circo, only to be surprised as Circo had hooked his leg preventing Justice from lifting him up only to catch Justice completely off guard by catching him with a strong uppercut Monstruo del Circo would break the grip of his opponent and run towards the ropes only to springboard back knocking Justice down to one knee with the Kitchen Sink before bouncing off the ropes and knocking Justice to the floor with a perfectly placed Bomaye!

Jasper Phoenix: How is this freak doing this? He should be dead and buried by now!

Pierce Donovan: For the record this is Monstruo del Circo’s first ever match in professional wrestling, but he has a long history of fighting in illegal arenas throughout South and Central America. Without having any hard facts, I would guess that he has been on the receiving end of far more brutal beatdowns.

Jasper Phoenix: Hearsay and conspiracy theories.

Circo would seem to have a sudden rush of adrenaline as he would spring off the bottom rope only to turn 180° and land on top of Justice with a leg drop. With all the energy in the world Circo would leap up onto the turnbuckle and pose for a moment as he would be met with some rousing cheers from the fans and would actually seem to smile as he would throw out gang signs. Before leaping off with a Diving Senton, only to be caught out as Justice would raise his knees causing Circo to careen to one side holding his back clearly in a large amount of pain. Justice would push himself back onto his feet and reach over to Circo and smash his opponent in the ribs with a heavy forearm before forcing Circo up to his feet and lifting him up onto his smash and driving him down hard to the mat with the White Noise!

Jasper Phoenix: White Noise! White Noise! This contest is over, pin him already.

Pierce Donovan: Monstruo del Circo has rolled underneath the bottom rope and fallen out of the ring, almost instinctively. The making of a true survivor.

Circo would flop to the floor, and look in a terrible state as the camera would focus on his head that had now been visibility busted open supposedly from landing on his head as he had exited the ring. Circo would look almost desperate as he would reach underneath the ring apron and seem to be searching for something underneath the ring, as Justice would exit the ring and grab hold of Circo by his legs and drag him out from underneath the ring only to be caught out with a chair shot to the head from Monstruo that would cause Justice to release his grip, only to get a foot square to the jaw with an Up Kick from Monstruo del Circo that would cause Justice to shuffle backwards.

Circo, still holding the chair in his hands began to hit Justice repeatedly over his back, causing Justice to fall backwards and leaning up against the security barrier. Circo would have a sadistic grin on his face as he would take the steel chair and place it around Justice’s neck, before climbing up onto the ring apron and taking a couple steps back before running forward and connecting with a Leaping Bomaye that would cause Justice to tumble onto the floor clutching his neck and clearly gasping for air. Circo wouldn’t let off though, as he would charge forwards and connecting with a Shining Wizard!

Pierce Donovan: Circo is making quite the comeback, and I would go as far as saying that both men now have an equal chance of winning this match now.

Jasper Phoenix: This is just a hiccup nothing more and nothing less, Justice will get this match back on track. Just stand up already and finish this Circus Freak Dammit!

Circo would reach over to Justice to dragging him backwards the ring, only for Blake to connect with a low blow that would cause Circo to clutch his groin in a large amount of pain as Justice would grab hold Circo by the back of the neck and slam him head first into the ring post causing the open laceration on his forehead to bleed even more so than before, with the blood flowing to the point that Monstruo del Circo was most likely blinded by the blood in his eyes as Blake would slam Circo into the ring apron before forcing his opponent back into the ring.

Pierce Donovan: This match is nothing short of brutal and both men are looking more like animals you would find in a slaughterhouse than professional wrestlers. If this gets any worse both these men are going to be sent to a medical facility or sent to a coroner.

Jasper Phoenix: As long as Justice leaves with the victory to the name, that is all that matters!

Justice would force Circo onto his feet and slap Circo across the face as the ultimate sign of disrespect before lifting Circo up into the air and pummeling down with a brutal Project Blake! Justice would turn over and lean back onto Circ to commence the pin-fall, One, Two, Thre-KICKOUT! At the last possible moment Circo managed to kick out much to the shock of Blake Justice who just had a look of complete disbelief on his face, as he he would turn to the referee shouting and remonstrating that it he should of counted to three only be caught out as Circo would connect with another well placed Up Kick that would cause Justice to pedal backwards. Circo would attempt to push himself up onto his feet, but his knee would buckle as he would fall back down to one knee. Justice would charge forward and knock Circo to the floor with a sliding Arm Lariat before pushing down Circo for another pin-fall. One, Two-SHOULDERS UP!

Jasper Phoenix: How is this possible! Why won’t this idiot just stay down!

Pierce Donovan: This is turning into a masterclass!

Jasper Phoenix: Oh just shut up already, Pierce!

Justice would look furious was he would proceed to pummel Circo with a number of hard shots to the back, before forcing up a clearly wobbly and shaky Monstruo del Circo up onto his feet before springing against the ropes and charging forward at Circo only to be caught out as his opponent would counteract the move and instead connect with the M.I.M (Spanish Fly) that would result in Justice unexpectedly making hard contact with the canvass. With a last gasp of energy, Circo would drape his arm over Justice’s lifeless body as the referee would begin to count. One, Two, Three!

Reina de la Cruz: The winner of the match, Monstruo del Circo!

Both men were lying motionless in the ring, with neither man showing any signs of movement with it now being indistinguishable whose blood was whose as it had been painted all over the canvas.

LOCKER ROOM SEGMENT
Will Kandi ever be that Carnage again?

The camera opens to show Jake Wakefield in his own locker room, his door gets a knock before he looks over at the door, hollering for whoever was knocking to come in. The door opens and shuts. The camera pulls out some more to show it’s none other than Kandi.

They look at each other for a moment before Kandi starts to speak.

Killer Kandi: Jake, my man. I have never seen you like this before. Where’s your head at? I have known you for a long time as we've traveled the road together a time or two, but I was a kid then. Why are you falling back on what’s familiar? You need to remember that your own “boss” has said to let the past die so why are still clinging to it? What have the Cutters ever really done for you? When I was a child I thought like a child, but when you become an adult it's time to put away childish things. I'm not 18 anymore and neither are you. Feel me?

Jake Wakefield: If that's so what you doing still hanging around Misandry? Why you let her push her agenda on you. Sadly, you won’t stand up for yourself. But, it's not my place if you want to beat up people, but are you doing it for yourself? Is that what you want?

Kandi is seen with a confused look on her face as Jake just walks past her to exit his locker room, which a couple of seconds later the door closed behind him as we are left with a confused Kandi standing there as the cameras cut back to the announcer team.

Pierce Donovan: We believe in Jake! Let’s go!

Jasper Phoenix: Ladies and gentleman it looks like it’s trouble in cutters paradise. What will happen later tonight?

Pierce Donovan: You take off the ugly tie finally.

Jasper Phoenix: Pierce your wife bought it for me.

Pierce Donovan: That whore.

MATCH SIX
Tora Fushimi vs. Christopher McMichaels

Ranked Exhibition
Singles Match
"The Immaculate" Tora Fushimi vs. "The Blueblood" Christopher McMichaels

VS.

#ToraVsMcMichaels

Cut to the inside of the Coca-Cola Roxy, where we’re all set for more action!

An abridged instrumental version of “All Along The Watchtower” begins to play in the arena, as the stage becomes veiled in darkness. As the lead guitar cuts through, the lights suddenly begin flashing a variety of colors, and a completely over the top pyro display consumes the stage!

Pierce Donovan: My goodness, this is some entrance.

Jasper Phoenix: You can bet your ass that Christopher McMichaels is going to enter with a bang, Pierce. He’s not one of these starving artists like a lot of the other members of the AMA roster, he hasn’t been out breaking his back struggling to keep a roof over his head, this man is American royalty!

Pierce Donovan: I can see that. The dollar signs on the ThawneTron actually make that quite apparent.

Rising up from a thick cloud of fog, draped in an ornate robe that flows down to the ground, is “The Blueblood” Chris McMichaels! He brings his fist up to his chin and grins smugly into the camera. A man dressed in what can only be described as a butler’s outfit steps up behind him and removes his luxurious robe. McMichaels now flexes his biceps for all to see before making his way down the ramp.

Reina de la Cruz: Making his way to the ring, from Highland Park, Texas but currently residing in his seasonal residence in Nassau, Bahamas... weighing in at 240 pounds… “The Blueblood” Christopher McMichaels!!

McMichaels continues down to the ring with a pompous strut. Once he enters the ring, he heads to the turnbuckle where he strikes a pose as more pyro begins to rain down from the light rig overhead.

Jasper Phoenix: POWERFUL entrance! That’s how you make a statement!

Pierce Donovan: Yes, very intricate. But let’s see what he’s working with when the bell rings.

"Bubblin" by Anderson .Paak begins to rumble over the PA as the lights in the arena drop down to blackness with occasional flutters of bright white. The intro plays out and just as the beat flourishes and the lyrics begin, purple and green lasers begin swirling on the stage, and the arena becomes illuminated with a blacklight. Standing in the center of the stage with a smug grin is the ever confident Tora Fushimi with his arms spread wide. He encourages the fans to raise their voice for him as he walks down the aisle, and they are willing to oblige.

Pierce Donovan: Earlier tonight, we had Tora Fushimi here at ringside with us when Malice sprang an assault on Max Maverick and Brian Zewbowski. He showed a lot of guts getting involved and stopping that situation from getting real ugly.

Jasper Phoenix: It was a pleasure to have him with us, and I have to agree. He stepped up to the plate, but as we saw, Max Maverick let him know in no uncertain terms that he is not trying to be friendly with Tora!

Pierce Donovan: And that’s putting it lightly. Personally I don’t think Tora was trying to buddy up to Max, he was simply getting even with Malice after they trampled over us. But nonetheless, the tension between those two continues to build!

Walking down the ramp, Tora extravagantly feigns appreciation for the fans and pretends to well up from the love he's receiving. He gets to the edge of the ring and points at McMichaels in the ring.

Reina de la Cruz: Currently making his way to the ring, from Tokyo, Japan... weighing in at 189 pounds... he is the self proclaimed star of the show, talk of the town, and cock of the walk... "The Immaculate" Tora Fushimi!!

Fushimi jumps up on the apron and climbs to the second rope on the outside. He peers over the audience and throws up a "hang loose" sign with his tongue out, and then hops into the ring. He spends a minute doing circles around the ring soaking in the crowd and complimenting himself. Finally he makes his way to a corner and hops up, taking a seat on the top rope with his feet on the second rope, staring straight across the ring at McMichaels.

Jasper Phoenix: Alright, let’s get down to business!

But not so fast… “Money For Nothing” suddenly hits the speakers as both Tora and Christopher turn towards the entrance way. Out from behind the curtain comes Max Maverick, along with his bodyguard Solomon Black. Loud boos cascade down as he makes his way down the ramp, but he is unphased by these jeers. Chatting some trash to Tora as he goes by, Max makes his way to the announce desk, where he now joins Jasper and Pierce.

Max Maverick: How about this, guys? Taco Sushi thinks he can just show up to my match and criticize me? What gives him the right!? Well, the shoe is on the other foot now, and we’ll see how that little Max Maverick copycat likes it when it is yours truly who is at the desk!

Pierce Donovan: Uh, well, I guess you never know what you’re gonna get on an AMA show so folks, it looks like we’ve got Max Maverick on the call for this big exhibition match!

*DING! DING! DING!*

Fushimi is a bit preoccupied with Maverick at ringside, so McMichaels just stampedes across the ring and takes him down with a body block before he even knows what’s happened! McMichaels proceeds to hit Fushimi with a couple of stomps, and then drops down to apply a neck crank. Fushimi is in deep trouble quickly, as McMichaels is proving to be relentless.

Max Maverick: Ha! You see how obsessed this guy is with me? It’s pathetic. And because he just can’t get over me, he’s going to lose this match just like he lost to me at Maiden Voyage!

Pierce Donovan: Please, let’s try to show some restraint here. It’s still early on in the match, I imagine there’s a lot left in the tank for Tora.

Max Maverick: Shut it, Pete! I didn’t come out here to be contradicted by you!

Jasper Phoenix: I can see you’re still fired up from earlier, Max. Why do you think Malice targeted you after your match?

Max Maverick: What are you kidding me? Isn’t it obvious? I’m the biggest star in the damn federation! You wanna make a splash, you go after the biggest dog in the yard, it’s wrestling 101! Only problem is those clowns don’t realize that I’m “The Ace” for a good reason, and that’s because I ALWAYS get the last laugh!

Back in the ring, McMichaels is still on top of the action, as he has Tora trapped in the corner and is delivering repeated shoulder charges into his midsection. McMichaels pulls Tora out from the corner and hits a backbreaker. With Tora sprawled out, McMichaels places a hand on his thigh and a hand on his chin, and aggressively bends the Japanese high flyer over his knee. After cranking down for a while, McMichaels shoves Fushimi off of his knee and to the canvas. McMichaels makes his way over to the corner and climbs to the second rope, where he taunts the crowd.

Pierce Donovan: Very bold move from McMichaels, but he clearly feels he has Fushimi right where he wants him!

But, that’s a false sense of confidence on McMichaels’ behalf. Fushimi is ignited by the cockiness of his opponent, and rushes to his feet. He clubs McMichaels from behind and then climbs to join him on the second rope. Fushimi stands on the second rope, facing towards the ring, while he grabs hold of McMichaels in a hangman’s position. He leaps outward, pulling McMichaels with him and drills him with a flying neckbreaker! Fushimi whips up to his knee, finds the hard cam, and hits his signature “hang loose” hand gesture.

Pierce Donovan: Huge maneuver right there and I think with that single move, Fushimi has immediately turned the tide of this match-up!

Jasper Phoenix: I’d say so. After a move like that, Chris is probably thinking about taking his money and running!

Max Maverick: Give me a break! He stole that move from me! I did that exact move in Tuscaloosa back in ‘95!

Fushimi is riding high now, and pulls McMichaels up. Shooting him off the ropes, Fushimi does a drop down and McMichaels skips over him. McMichaels comes off the opposite ropes, and Fushimi leapfrogs him. Off the ropes again, McMichaels now comes to a dead stop right in front of Fushimi who, oddly, is standing there with his hands behind his back. McMichaels looks around, wondering what the deal is. That’s when Fushimi very matter of factly hits McMichaels with a straight up poke to the eye!

Pierce Donovan: And Fushimi is just having fun with it now!

Max Maverick: You call this fun? He’s making a mockery of us all!

McMichaels drops down to his knees, leaning his head out of the ring, while his butler takes a look at his eyes for him. Fushimi smiles and shakes his head to the fans before hitting the ropes and coming back to deliver a tiger feint kick that sends McMichaels tumbling backwards into the ring. Fushimi quickly ascends to the top rope and stands straight up. He points with both hands before taking flight and blasting McMichaels with a shotgun-style missile dropkick!

Pierce Donovan: How about the athleticism there!

Jasper Phoenix: McMichaels is in dire straits right now, he needs to find some kind of reprieve before he’s hitting the showers early tonight!

Fushimi hits a kip-up and the crowd reciprocates the energy with a big pop. He’s charged up and is gesturing for McMichaels to get up. The Blueblood makes it up on spaghetti legs and Fushimi comes jolting across the ring at him. Somehow, McMichaels has the presence of mind to hit a drop toe hold that causes Fushimi to crash face first into the middle turnbuckle pad. McMichaels gets back up, still trying to shake off the effects of Fushimi’s offense. He makes his way over and grabs Fushimi by the hair, pulling him to his feet. McMichaels tucks Fushimi under his arm, and plants him into the mat with a reverse DDT. He hooks the leg!

1…

2…

Kick out!

Fushimi shoots a shoulder up. McMichaels scowls and grabs Tora by both his wrists, pinning them down on the mat and ordering the referee to count.

1…

Kick out!

Fushimi gets his right shoulder off the mat, but McMichaels forces it back down.

1…

Kick out!

Fushimi this time gets the left shoulder up. McMichaels slams it back down.

1…

Kick out!

This time, Fushimi bridges up off the mat, getting both shoulders up in the process! McMichaels produces an irritated groan. He keeps both of Tora’s wrists pinned to the mat and lifts his own body up, and brings his knees down into Tora’s midsection, but “The Immaculate” shows his impressive core strength, and refuses to drop down out of the bridged position! McMichaels decides to give it another try, but this time, Fushimi does drop down to his back, but puts his feet up and plants them into McMichaels’ abdomen. Fushimi uses his lower body strength to launch McMichaels off of him in somewhat of a monkey flip motion. Fushimi rocks up to his feet, and McMichaels isn’t far behind, scrambling up a bit disoriented. Fushimi hits a basement dropkick that takes McMichaels down to one knee, and then follows up by hitting the ropes and delivering a running knee strike straight to McMichaels’ jaw!

Jasper Phoenix: This isn’t just a hot streak by Tora right now, he’s out here going absolutely ballistic like he just activated takeover mode in NBA 2K!

Pierce Donovan: When he’s rolling like this, Fushimi is a threat to anyone on that roster!

Max Maverick: I think what we need to remember here is that Tony Linguini is nothing more than a wannabe Max Maverick so instead of gushing over his amazing skills, how about you toss some of that praise my way?

Pierce Donovan: Tony? Lin-... What???

Jasper Phoenix: He's talking about Tora Fushimi here, Pierce. Try to keep up, would ya?

Fushimi has now made his way out to the apron. He pumps up the fans a little bit before hopping up and springboarding off the top rope into a leg drop on the prone Christopher McMichaels! He wastes no time hooking the leg.

1...

2…

Th-...

Kick out!

Pierce Donovan: Well there’s a lot that can be said about Chris McMichaels but one thing is for sure, and that is that he is not going down without a fight tonight!

Fushimi nods his head, perhaps impressed by the tenacity of McMichaels tonight. He stands as McMichaels begins to stir. Fushimi measures him up, and nails him with a roundhouse kick square in the gut just as he stands up. He quickly shoots behind him and hooks him up for the over-under suplex. McMichaels uses the power advantage to snap out of it, and clocks Fushimi with a back elbow! He grabs Fushimi and takes him over with a snapmare, followed by a soccer kick right to the center of his back! Fushimi shivers in pain from the shot to the spine. Incensed now, McMichaels drops down and rolls Fushimi onto his front side. He places his knee in the small of Fushimi’s back and cranks back on his neck with a nasty crossface!

Jasper Phoenix: Something has been awakened in McMichaels here, he’s got Tora in a world of hurt with that crossface!

Pierce Donovan: Well, as you can attest to Jasper and Max, when you find yourself deep in a match, fighting for survival, there’s something that just clicks on where you realize you’ve got to dig deep and start fighting for your life!

Max Maverick: Don’t pretend to know what it’s like to be in that ring, Paul! What’s happening here is McMichaels finally realized he’s in there with a little gnat, and now he’s crushing Fushimi like the insect that he is!

McMichaels releases the hold to snatch Fushimi up to a vertical basis. He backs Tora into the corner and then shoots him off across the ring. Fushimi hits the turnbuckle with a thud. McMichaels sells a bit of pain before sprinting across the ring and delivering a vicious big boot to the cornered Fushimi. McMichaels delivers the boot with such velocity that his leg ends up draped over the top rope, as Fushimi just collapses onto the mat. McMichaels pulls his leg off the rope and laughs arrogantly, looking down at the heap that is Fushimi. He then makes the decision to head to the top rope, but it takes him a bit, since he is selling the effects of the Fushimi’s offense. He makes it to the top, but the crowd is rallying behind Fushimi. The Immaculate One hears their chants, and seems to power up. As Chris is perched up over him, Fushimi suddenly rolls to his feet. He points at Chris and lets out a visceral growl! He quickly darts toward the corner, springs off the second rope with one foot and delivers a cracking enziguri right to the back of McMichaels’ skull! McMichaels tumbles forward off the top rope and lands on the canvas with a splat!

Pierce Donovan: Fushimi with an almost supernatural recovery there... and talk about cleaning someone's clock, goodness gracious!

Jasper Phoenix: That kick was ferocious and it looks like McMichaels is now on dream street!

Fushimi is still amped up, pumping his fist to the chorus of “FU-SHI-MI” chants coming from the crowd. He pulls McMichaels up and places him in the corner. He heads to the opposite corner, lining up McMichaels for The Wipeout, but suddenly there’s a man with a bandana covering his face sliding into the ring!

Pierce Donovan: What the? Oh, don’t tell me it’s these guys again!

It’s Hangman James of Malice who has hit the ring. He swings on Fushimi, but Tora dodges and lands a flurry of strikes in rapid succession! Just then, a second member of Malice, Grayson Donovan, also slides in. Tora cuts him off with a flying knee strike that sends him stumbling into the ropes. Tora returns to Hangman and launches him with an Irish whip straight into the same corner that McMichaels is in. McMichaels, however, ducks out of the way before Hangman crashes into him. McMichaels rolls out of the ring for the moment, letting Tora go it alone! On the outside now we also see Damien Axel who is shouting instructions to his men from the floor.

Max Maverick: Well, I think that’s my cue to get the hell out of here!

Max quickly takes off the headset as he and Solomon high tail it out of the arena through the crowd.

Pierce Donovan: Oh well this is just fantastic, Max Maverick is tucking his tail while Tora Fushimi is in there taking on both Hangman James and Grayson Donovan in the midst of trying to fight his ACTUAL opponent, Christopher McMichaels!

Jasper Phoenix: I get your point, Pierce, but need I remind you that Maverick never asked for Fushimi’s help!? And now look, Tora seems to be taking care of business in there!

Tora is indeed still on his hot streak, as he grabs Grayson and whips him into the corner where Hangman already is. With both men stacked in the corner, he comes in with a full head of steam and delivers The Wipeout flying double knee strike to both men simultaneously! Grayson flops down face first on the mat, and Hangman drops down right on top of him. They’re taken out of the equation. Damien Axel is absolutely livid and slides into the ring to square up with Fushimi. The two men are eye to eye, when suddenly in the background, we spot McMichaels climbing back onto the apron. He’s looking riled up, but when both Axel and Fushimi turn to stare him down, he quickly changes his tune, throws his hands up, and drops off the apron.

Jasper Phoenix: If I were McMichaels, I’d certainly be doing the same thing. Let these two men settle their problems, live to fight another day!

The speedy Tora Fushimi capitalizes on the opening and hits a leg sweep on Axel. The leader of Malice bounces back to his feet quickly and throws a front kick. However, Fushimi catches the kick, steps over the leg and jacks Axel’s jaw with a wheel kick! Fushimi stands back up defiantly and prepares to continue the fight. However, the members of Malice are now out on the floor regrouping. Christopher McMichaels sneaks in, looking to cash in on the distraction! He rolls Tora up in a school boy, but Fushimi is able to roll straight through and back up to his feet. McMichaels is stunned. He rushes to get back to his own feet but, in that split second, Fushimi leaps, plants both feet in McMichaels’ chest, and stomps him straight down into the mat with The Bottle Rocket!

Pierce Donovan: My lord, what a destructive Bottle Rocket from Fushimi! He might pull this off!!

Fushimi wastes absolutely no time draping his body across McMichaels’, as the ref slides down to make the count!

1..

2…

3!

*DING! DING! DING!*

That quickly, the match is over. Tora has no time to celebrate, he knows Malice is still lurking. He rolls out of the opposite side of the ring to create distance between himself and the group. He hops up on the announce desk to strike a pose and taunt Malice, relishing the fact he’s gotten one over on the contemptible trio and even escaped with a win in the process!

Reina de la Cruz: The winner of the match, “The Immaculate”... Tora Fushimi!!

He laughs before hopping down, jumping the barricade, and cutting through the sea of fans who are all cheering and patting him on the back as he makes his way out of the building.

Pierce Donovan: What a sight this is! Fushimi has overcome incredible odds here to get his first win in AMA, and he has left Malice absolutely fuming out here, knowing that they just let this man slip through their fingers!

Jasper Phoenix: When it comes to Tora Fushimi, Malice is 0 for 2 tonight. I think we all were impressed with Tora Fushimi at Maiden Voyage but after tonight, he’s a made man!

Pierce Donovan: And as you can see, these AMA fans are squarely in his corner. He may be vain, he may even be delusional to a point, but he is an exhilarating performer, and he may just be the hottest competitor in AMA after tonight!

Jasper Phoenix: He’s basking in this moment right now with the fans, but heavy is the head that wears the crown! If Tora Fushimi is indeed “the man” in AMA right now, then I can promise you he’s got a lot more problems coming his way than just Malice!

Malice destroys the ringside area in a fit of rage, and Damien Axel unleashes a verbal beatdown on his soldiers Grayson Donovan and Hangman James. This night has taken a turn for the worse for this group. After some scolding, Damien turns his attention back to Tora Fushimi who is high up in the stands. He stares at Fushimi with his cold steel blue eyes and begins to crack up, laughing like an absolute lunatic. As the camera zooms in on this unhinged madman, he can be heard repeatedly growling “You’re a fucking dead man!” towards Fushimi. The scene fades to black on this shot of Axel...

BACKSTAGE INTERVIEW
Shinzo says be a fucking star

Shinzo appears near the entrance walking towards the locker room where he is hit-up by the AMA hostess.

Mona Darling: Shinzo, a moment of your time? Can you tell us exactly what was going through your head last show with Sean Cutter and Pariah?

Shinzo rubs his hand over his shin and is looking already pretty fired up

Shinzo: You know, originally, I came to the ring to shut up a snotty little daddy's boy masquerading as a business MAN. But then it came to my attention there were much bigger issues at hand. I came to AMA to beat the best warriors the world has to offer. But when I see some 600lb monster, clearly undisciplined piece of trash, throw a kid through a window...Or bash another man skull through a car window...A man with no fighting ability...Well I don't see any damn honor in that. I came down and faced Pariah, face to face, man to man, fists draped in glass, since he likes to fuck around with it like it's a chew toy. But like the honor-less dog that he is, he listened to his master and ran with his tail between his legs. And make no damn mistake about it, either. It wasn't about money, or already proving their point. I saw Shabazz's eyes, right through his soul, and there was only one thing there. FEAR.

Shinzo points to his eyes with his pointer and middle fingers to show there's zero fear there.

Shinzo: So count your days, Shabazz, as close as you count your money. I know exactly the type of man you are, and the company you keep.

Shinzo gives a flirtatious wink to the somewhat smitten and smiley Mona.

Shinzo: Because you know damn well that while I'm here, there will be No Gods, No Masters!

BACKSTAGE INTERVIEW
Shabazz is ready for Pariah's closeup

We cut to Shabazz and Pariah watching Shinzo's interview with Mona on a monitor. Bryce approaches the pair.

Bryce Montgomery: Can I get a word with Pariah if that's okay with his legal representative?

Shabazz Hamad: Lets not use words like legal representative, Pariah is my client, and I do everything in my power to facilitate that he gets the best opportunities. And as much air time as possible, that is why I asked for this opportunity to speak to you again, Bryce.

Bryce Montgomery: Well, I approached yo... well, it is a privilege to have both you and Pariah here at this time.

The camera focuses on Pariah, who just stares with dead eyes at the camera before returning to show all three men standing in front of an AMA logo.

Bryce Montgomery: What are your thoughts on Shinzo's words this evening since we last spoke?

Shabazz Hamad: I think it is very important that everyone understands that Pariah doesn’t need anything other than himself to get results. He doesn’t need to employ the uses of illegal weapons, chair shots or acting like some vagrant who feels the need to tape glass to their hand in order to gain some sort of advantage. What people like Shinzo don’t seem to understand is that my client fears nothing. So much so that even Allah himself, feels nervous when my client communicates with him through prayer. My client would question Shinzo's strength as a true professional, if he is only able to rely on using bravado and distractions like broken glass in order to send a message. My client is the start, middle and end of every story that has ever been told. Do you understand what I am saying Bryce?

Bryce nods his head sheepishly and stammers to the point that he fails to get his words out.

Bryce Montgomery: Painfully so it seems. One last thing. Your client Pariah is set to team up Brandon Roberts later tonight against the aforementioned Shinzo as well as Saus X. Which of the two men do you think offers the biggest threat to Pariah’s chances of winning the contest?

Pariah scowls at Montgomery and doesn’t even make a sound, as the tension and subtle aggression that Pariah is radiating is more than enough for Bryce to realize he said something he shouldn’t have. Shabazz seems to smile, almost relishing the clear fear that Bryce is showing in his eyes.

Shabazz Hamad: For the record my client isn’t worried or concerned about anyone in the match tonight, well apart from Brandon Roberts. Who we would have to question in regards to the suitability of being a good match for my client this evening, because no one is Pariah’s equal and therefore no one will ever match up to being his partner.

Pariah maintained his dead eye stare, as he continued to stare straight into the camera, Bryce still brimming with fear, as his eyes are locked on Pariah as well. The sound of footsteps can be heard right of shot, as the camera pans as Christopher McMichaels enters the shot and seems to be totally unaware or without any care that an interview had been taking place as he walks straight up to Shabazz and pats him on the arm.

Christopher McMichaels: Mr. Hamad, I do have a question, based on the fact that as of late you seemed to have been accepting money from other individuals, not naming any names *cough* Cutter *cough* and I was wondering what would be the best way to offer payments, that if you're an independent contractor. Are you? If I am not being presumptuous.

Before anything else can be said, Pariah walks towards the camera and turns it away from himself and Shabazz.

We then catch the glimpse of Buffalo Jones side-eyeing this new kid and it doesn't look like he approves.

MATCH SEVEN
Lucha Tag-Team Rules

Lucha Rules
Tag-Team Match
Project Shinzo and "The Rogue" Saus X vs. "God's Gift to Canada" Brandon Roberts and "The Fear Incarnate" Pariah (w/ Shabazz Hamad)

VS.

#LuchaRulesTag

Pierce Donovan: Coming up right now, a guaranteed slobberknocker after what we've seen unfold earlier this evening. The menacing and evil Pariah teams up with the cocky Canadian nationalist Brandon Roberts. They take on the team of newcomer Saus X, whom Pariah brutalized at Maiden Voyage, and Shinzo, who's taken it upon himself to take out Pariah, violently spearing him earlier this evening. Ladies and gentlemen, this one is going to get nasty.

Jasper Phoenix: No doubt about it Pierce, these rivalries are already heating up to a very personal level, and we are only on our second ever show. No doubt in my mind we're going to see people get hurt here. Let's get the blood flowing shall well! Here comes our competitors now.

The sound of a wailing electric guitar rips into the speakers , O Canada begins to play. Brandon Roberts walks onto the stage, smirking smile on his lips. He walks down the ramps, cocky strut, soaking in what he imagines is adulation of fans but really a rain of boos. Mid way through the ramp, he looks to the sky, takes a slow breath as he raises his right arm in the pointing up. An explosive array of white and red firework erupt from the stage as Roberts curls his lips with a mischievous grin. He rolls into the ring.

Reina de la Cruz: And his partner for the evening, weighing in at 474 pounds, making his way to ring with Shabazz...The Living Embodiment of Fear...PA-RI-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

As JPEGMAFIA begins his oddity-style rap, Shabazz Amad comes out first, wearing a pristine suit and tie as is always the case. He also appears to be holding a large glass vase filled with flowers. Not far behind him, Pariah menacingly walks through the curtain. He appears to be attempting to cover up that his ribs are in obvious pain. He occasionally grabs at them and tries to not wince.

Pierce Donovan: The massive Pariah arrives. But he does appear a little shook up from Shinzo's spear earlier this evening. This could definitely play a factor in this match.

Pariah continues his way to the ring, following behind Shabazz. Once near the ring, Pariah walks over the top rope, as Hamad makes his way around to the announcers tables. He presents the flowers to the ring announcer sitting at ringside, and places them on her desk. She looks very confused. Hamad insists they are for her to thank her for her hard work in AMA. In the ring, Pariah shoots daggers at the ever booing crowd, hitting the ropes a single time and nodding at Brandon Roberts, who seems extremely pleased with his choice of partner.

Jasper Phoenix: What a great show of respect by Shabazz Hamad towards Reina Cruz. What a gentlemen!

Reina de la Cruz: And their opponents. Introducing first, from Savannah Georgia, The Rogue, SAUUUUUS X!

Skillet hits the airwaves and the lights dim. Out comes Saus X, full of energy. He quickly walks down the ramp, to the crowds delights, pumping himself up with them. Small cuts on his face and a bandage on his left arm can be seen, courtesy of Pariah's vicious assault at Maiden Voyage.

Pierce Donovan: Here comes the JP: Saus X. Sky is the limit for this young man, but we can see the result of Maiden Voyage on his face as well.

Jasper Phoenix: Ha ha that's right Pierce, Pariah through him through a god damn window and it was amazing! Welcome to the big leagues kid!

Saus X jumps over the top rope summersault rolls into the ring. The crowd cheers for the youngster as he makes his way to his corner as Pariah stares him down, laughing. Suddenly, the lights go completely black.

White lights illuminate the center entrance stage as Amon Amarth's Twilight of the Thunder God saturates the speakers of the arena. The crowd screams in anticipation. As they scream, Shinzo appears in the center stage, devil horns up, yelling at the top of his lungs. He points towards Pariah, and walks down the ramps with purpose.

Pierce Donovan: And here he is! Shinzo is here, and he's looking ready for a war.

Shinzo climbs to the ring onto the apron, hangs his back on the ropes, and does his throat slash (while doing the devils horns) as fire shoots out from the two turnbuckles as the crowd goes batshit. As he is about the enter the ring, he is accosted by Shabazz Hamad, who is pointing and yelling at him.

Pierce Donovan: What is Shabazz doing now, the man can't even stay out of entrances now? Give me a damn break.

Shinzo begins to talk back at Shabazz. Saus X leaves his corner to see what is going on...But is ganked by Pariah right away who hits him with a clubbing blow in the pack. Shabazz laughs and backs off, and yells at the referee to ring the bell.

Jasper Phoenix: Brilliant Pierce! Match hasn't even started yet and they already get the advantage. ABS baby. Always be scheming!

Pierce Donovan: Gross. Simply gross.

The bell rings as Pariah stomps the living hell out of Saus X. Shinzo jumps into the ring to help but is stopped by the referee who points to his corner. Shinzo angrily walks to his corner and is forced to watch on.

Jasper Phoenix: As I said, brilliance. Shinzo can't do a damn thing about it.

Pierce Donovan: Hard to disagree with you there Jasper. Just a reminder as well, that in this match, no tags are needed. If one man rolls out of the ring, the other can come it.

Pariah performs a standard scoop slam to Saus X, who's already in a rough spot now. When he's on the ground he grabs him by the leg and drags him to his corner. TAG by Brandon Roberts.

Pierce Donovan: Looks like they got their strategy in mind already. Isolate the youngster from Shinzo, and stop him from getting in the match.

Brandon slides into the ring to some boos from the crowd, unhappy with the heels already getting their way. Pariah brings Saus X to a vertical base and traps his arm while standing behind him, exposing his chest to Brandon. Brandon smirks, and rips Saus X chest with a nasty chop, who falls to knee. Pariah gets out.

Jasper Phoenix: Nasty chop there by Roberts. Great team work already from these two men. Love it!

Brandon brings X back to his feet with his hand over his face, only to shove him back down to the floor. He points down at him and yells at him BOW DOWN TO CANADA, BOY!
More boos reigning down as Brandon gets some heat and absolutely loves it. He kicks X in the chest for good measure.

Pierce Donovan: He sure loves his country...

Jasper Phoenix: Canada is amazing in everyway Pierce. Much better than this shithole we're in right now.

Pierce Donovan: Jesus mate...calm down.

Back in the ring, X is trying to crawl his way to his corner for a tag, much to Brandon's amusement. He continues to yell at him standing over him. He then runs over to Shinzo and slaps him in the face. Immediately running away.

Pierce Donovan: My god this man has zero scruples.

Shinzo tries to enter but is stopped by the referee, whom he begins to argue with. Behind the referees back, Pariah enters the ring and him and Brandon beginning choking X together. Shinzo is tries to point this out but the referee keeps holding him back. Pariah hits a big leg drop, getting the attention of the referee, finally. But as he turns around, Brandon simply rolls out of the ring, causing the referee to begrudgingly accept the "tag".

Jasper Phoenix: Mind games baby! What a genius Brandon is. That education system in Canada...Clearly superior!

Pariah continues the assault in the ring. He picks up X in a military press, high above, then walks forward and drops him belly first. Pariah scratches his hurt rib.

Jasper Phoenix: TIMBER!

Pierce Donovan: That had to hurt. Just goes to show you the power of Pariah, even with hurt ribs, he makes that look easy Jasper.

On the outside where Brandon rolled out, Shinzo drops down to the floor to give chase. But he is met by Shabazz, who wags his finger. Shinzo walks back to his corner, absolutely FUMING now.

Back in the ring, Pariah is stalking X who's slowly attempting to get to his feet, as the crowd is getting more and more angry. As X gets to his feet, he runs at him, looking to hit a big clotheslines. But X Matrix bends below the slower man, and hits a standing izaguri to Pariahs face.

Pierce Donovan: X isn't done yet! The youngster is coming alive finally!

Pariah stumbles to the ropes grabbing onto his face. X gets back to his feet, and hits the opposite ropes. And hits a running flying knee to the back of Pariahs head, who feels every bit of the blow now clutching to both sides of head, and stumbling towards his corner. The crowd is waking up, too! Shinzo desperately reaches out for a tag.

Pierce Donovan: And here comes the crowd to support the youngster. Shinzo is sticking out his hand too. He's desperate to get his hands on Pariah!

Jasper Phoenix: Pariah is hurt here from that illegal knee to the head!

Pierce Donovan: Are you high again?

Pariah stumbles to his corner and tags in Brandon. But X is still quick like lightning. He runs and jumps towards Shinzo and hits the hot tag. Shinzo jumps over the tops rope. Brandon charges him but Shinzo smashes him with a huge lariat. Brandon gets back up,

Pierce Donovan: Shinzo is feeling it!

Shinzo immediately hits him with a pump kick to the face, Brandon comes down to the floor, grasping his face. Shinzo runs to the enemy corner, back elbow to Pariah, who falls to the floor on his feet. Brandon is up, bad luck, though, eats a spinning back elbow. Before he can hit the floor, Shinzo grabs the wrist lock, lifts him over his shoulders...

Pierce Donovan: DEATH ! VALLEY! DRIVER!

Brandon crashes down on his neck and shoulders. Laying motionless on the ground now. Shinzo climbs the ropes the crowds delirious cheers. SHOOTING STAR PRESS. Pinfall, 1...2...NO! Brandon kicks out to the crowds surprise.

Jasper Phoenix: What tenacity by Roberts here!

Pierce Donovan: But did you see that Shooting Star Press! Wow!

Shinzo points to X and his tells him to climb up. X climbs the ropes, and Shinzo slides out of the ring, looking pleased. X points at the crowd, BOOM! Massive 630 splash. He also pins Brandon. 1...2...kickout again.

Pierce Donovan: Incredible athlete this X guy! Wow, what a clean 630 splash. Absolutely stunning!

Jasper Phoenix: But these little flips aren't going to put the Canadian away!

As X is slower to get up from the splash, Brandon smartly rolls himself out of the ring, allowing Pariah to enter. Pariah charge, but X ducks under the lariat, hitting a pele kick. Pariah stunned. X hits the ropes and drop kicks him in the head on the return and Pariah finally falls to the ground.

Pierce Donovan: What speed by X!

X isn't done yet, runs to the ropes for a springboard moonsault on top Pariah. Pariah clutches his damaged ribs in pain. X Stands up, and taunts, looking for the superkick. But Brandon, still on the outside, grabs his foot and trips him. Crowd boos.

Jasper Phoenix: Head on a swivel! Always!

Brandon taunts but, out of nowhere, is hit by a running big boot by Shinzo. Who stands over him after the fact, breathing heavily to the crowds cheer. Shabazz slowly makes his way towards them.

Pierce Donovan: Head on a swivel indeed! He nearly took his off!

Back in the ring, both men are slowly getting back to their feet. Pariah charges at X, who backs up against the ropes. He ducks under and pulls the ropes down, forcing Pariah to skin the cat and fall hard onto the canvas below, near the feet of Shinzo and Brandon Roberts.

Jasper Phoenix: Watch out here, lots of bodies on the floor here, referee has no clue what to do.

Seeing some bodies slowly getting up, X runs to the opposite ropes and bounces, coming back towards them at blistering speed. He jumps and takes flight over the top rope, looking to come down onto Pariah and Brandon, whom are slowly getting up togethers, with Shinzo looking on. Tope Suicida Senton Bomb....but wait! At the very last moment of impact, Shabazz Hamad pulls Pariah out of harms way. X clips Roberts a bit, but mostly crashes forward onto the railing, severely injuring him self in the process.

Pierce Donovan: Tope! NO! Oh no, that damn Shabazz again!

Jasper Phoenix: That's why he's paid the big bucks!

X is crumpled over the railing, clutching at his stomach is pain. Brandon Roberts, clutching his arm. He moves over to X, lifts him up and drops him stomach first onto the railing, adding insult to injury.

Still outside the ring, Shinzo chases Pariah and Shabazz. Pariah meets him head on and the lock up, throwing blows at each other.

Pierce Donovan: Pandemonium J, they are just throwing down now. Look at these fists fly.

The referee tries to go over to check in on X and Brandon as Pariah and Shinzo continue their fight closer to the announcers tables. Shinzo lands a big uppercut, followed by a an roundhouse kick to Pariah's ribs, who immediately screams in agony. Shinzo Irish whips Pariah into the steel steps, rib first again. Pariah barely holds onto the steps.

Jasper Phoenix: Holy shit!

Pierce Donovan: He's got the big man down in big, big trouble here, taking advantage of the injuries from earlier tonight. Oh no watch out! Shinzo wants to take him out for good.

On the other side, Brandon is still beating the piss out of X, rubbing his face on the guardrail and taunting him as the referee tries to break them up, unsuccessfully.

Back to Shinzo and Pariah. Shinzo wraps Pariah's arm around the ring post by the stairs, in a wrist lock. He's looking to hit the Dead Head wristlock kick with Pariah trapped on the stairs and the ring post.

Hey dipshit!

CRASH!

Shabbazz Hamad, having grabbed the vase of flowers he brought down earlier, smashes it directly into Shinzo's face, who explodes in a splash of blood to the crowd horror.

Pierce Donovan: SHABBAZZ HAMAD! With the damn flower vase! And the referee nowhere near to be found. My god...he's pissing blood.

Jasper Phoenix: Give this man a damn raise Pierce!!!!!!

Shinzo is out on his feet, barely holding on to the apron, clutching onto his face, which is spraying blood at an alarming rate. Pariah springs back into action, slowly rolls him into the ring. Climbs the turnbuckle slowly as the crowd boos and yells in anger. He sets up the Bonzai Drop, bounces on the ropes...Shinzo still grabbing his face, no chance to escape whatsoever. BOOM! SQUISH!

Jasper Phoenix: BONZAIIIIII BIIIIIIITCH!

Pierce Donovan: He's not getting up from that...

Pariah sits on Shinzo, as Shabazz yells at the referee to look at the ring. Referee dives into the ring, 1....2....3...It's over. The crowd is absolutely irate as Pariah lifts his arm up in air with the help of Shabazz Hamad. Brandon rolls in and joins in as X is left reeling on the outside battered.

Pierce Donovan: What an absolute goddamn mugging! I don't blame this crowd one bit.

The heels celebrate and walk away in victory, clutching at their own wounds.

GORILLA POSITION SEGMENT
A man possessed will stop at nothing

Shinzo comes through the curtain, his forehead bearing a deep gash, and blood still freely flowing down his face. He grabs a camera man in Gorilla and pins him with one arm to the wall, staring directly into the live camera.

Shinzo: PARIAH! You want a war? SHABAZZ! You want to play with glass? You want to see blood? You said you would extract your payment in blood and you got that in spades, but how about you get what you really came for?

Shinzo maniacally smiles and smears more blood across his own face with his left hand.

Shinzo: Why settle for "just" my blood when I still have this? Isn't this what you're really after?

Shinzo asks a frightened agent to hand him something. It's the briefcase aka the "purse." He lifts it into the frame.

Shinzo: You call yourself the living embodiment of fear? Let's see if you have the balls to face me one-on-one, in a match which no man has ever walked away from unscarred. Taipei. Death. Match. If you want to cut up my pretty face, let's go ALL-THE-WAY with it.

Shinzo begins to violently headbutt the wall both denting and staining it with his blood next the scared shitless camera operator.

Shinzo: If your babysitter, Bitchazz Hamad let's you come out to play, I'll see you next week. If you can beat me in this very ring with your weapon of choice, the broken shards of dreams you leave in your wake, you get the money back that you so clearly earned.

He flashes a sarcastic smirk to the man he's still got trapped against the wall and his blood stain.

Shinzo: And speaking of that little weasel Hamad, once I'm done spreading your blood in the four corners of the arena, and standing over your lifeless corpse...I'm coming for you Hamad. That's what I get for winning. I get you for 5 minutes in the ring with me. Alone.

Shinzo smiles even more intensely, his eyes almost shooting flames.

Shinzo: And Hamad...You can pray all you want for your boy to save you, it won't make a damn difference, because remember...When I'm here...There are no Gods...no Masters...Just broken, beaten, gassed and passed out shells of Men.

Shinzo lets go of the camera man and walks away towards the locker room, leaving a trail of blood behind him.

MAIN EVENT
Stretcher Match

Stretcher Match
(w/ Special Guest Enforcer Jake Wakefield)
"The Franchise" Steve Sanders vs. "Ironborn" Sean Cutter, Jr.

VS.

#StretcherMatch

Jasper Phoenix: Well folks we have reached the main event. It’s “The Franchise” Steve Sanders versus “Ironblood” Sean Cutter Jr. the Executive Vice President of AMA. They will be in a stretcher match.

Pierce Donovan: Yeah, the winner has to put their opponent on a stretcher
and into the ambulance that will be driven out here shortly to be determined the winner.

Jasper Phoenix: We are not too far away from seeing this insanity happen. Well, here we go, folks.




“Dirty Little Thing” by Adelitas Way hits over the AMA sound system as the Kingdom immediately rises to their feet booing as Sean Cutter Jr.’s entrance video starts playing on the ThawneTron sitting on the top of the ramp. Strutting out from the back is Sean Cutter Jr. with a sleeveless vest on with the hood over his head as he leans forward before throwing his head back, forcing the hood to fly off the top of his head, as he makes his way to the top of the ramp, a fancy wooden walking cane, with the head of a dire wolf on the silver handle, in his right hand, a bottle of water in his other hand, which he uses to quench his thirst before discarding it and walking to the ring with an unnerving amount of determination. The AMA Kingdom has no love loss for the Ironborn and lets him know it while he confidently and obnoxiously grins back at them without a care in the world.

Reina de la Cruz: Making his way to the ring standing six feet and two inches tall and weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds, hailing from the "great white north" of North Bay, Ontario, Canada, the self-proclaimed "Favorite Son of Professional Wrestling," and the "Uncrowned Prince of the AMA," he is.... SEAAAAAAAN CUUUUUUUUUUTTEEEEEEERRRR JUUUUNIOOOOORRRR!!!

Pariah sternly walks out behind them and stops shortly behind them with his arms folded followed by his advocate Shabazz.

Reina de la Cruz: He is being lead to the ring this evening by his personal escort Pariah and his advocate Shabazz.

Sean stops upon reaching the apron of the ring, he holds the dire wolf handle of his cane up to his lips and kisses it. He sets the cane up against the ring steps. He then smirks before sliding up onto the apron on one knee and proceeds to stand, heeling it up for the raucous Kingdom.

Pierce Donovan: Sean is here! The best in the business!

Upon stepping into the ring, Sean runs the ropes a few times before flipping over the top rope on the hard camera side of the ring, landing perfectly on the apron in a seated position, with his right hand and fingers posed for the camera to see his class rings. His gaze, staring down with the nearest camera, lingers for quite a bit longer than you would like before leaning against the ropes.

Jasper Phoenix: This doesn’t look like it’s gonna be ya typical kind of night. Oh shit.

Sean uses the middle rope to fall back through and rolls between the middle and bottom ropes, before sitting in the corner turnbuckle jaw-jacking with the crowd in-between mouthing some of the lyrics to "Dirty Little Secret." He uses the top ropes to stand himself up when it's time. Sean stands in his corner.




The lights dim down as the guitar riff starts to strum throughout the arena. As the words creep throughout the PA system into the arena. The words seemingly fading in from different parts of the arena.

The drums kick in as the lights blast on as Sanders is standing there with his back to everyone, his arms slowly rising up away from his body stopping at their full peak. He flips his fingers inward to signal to the crowd and those who watch him bask in his glory. Drink in the greatest performer in any of the last two decades. He spins around on his pivot, his arms now falling to the side. The face of Sanders carries a smug expression. He rests on the stage for a moment looking straight ahead and then around the arena, maintaining his smirk. The announcer starts speaking.

Reina de la Cruz: "From Cincinnati, Ohio weighing in at 230 pounds... he is the Savior Of AMA, it's none other than "The Franchise" Steve Sanders!

He starts to walk down the ramp after the introduction, not willing to slap any fan's hands, the veteran is sporting a black leather jacket, with no shirt underneath. The pants are black jeans with some wrestling boots on. The man doesn't stop rolling into the ring as he approaches ringside. He pops up, walking to the middle of the ring as he extends his arms again as if he a gift from the gods to wrestling. As the music keeps playing, he lowers his arms to his side looking around the ring.

The Main Event Messiah stands there removing his jacket and throwing out to ringside, as his ice-cold blue eyes never left Cutter as he stands there right across from Cutter Jr., just staring at him.

Jasper Phoenix: None other than The Franchise is here! That Degenerate!

Pierce Donovan: If he heard you he might punch you.

Jasper Phoenix: Don’t tell him I said that Pierce!




As the rifts of the guitar and the voice of "Sick" by Adelitas Way start to talk, the lights die down and the crowds begin to boo as they have risen to their feet. The fans start chanting, “devil’s made” as Jake Wakefield slowly creeps out from behind the black velvet drapes. He kneels on the ramp and he holds the cane in between his legs, resting the side of his face on it as he licks it bizarrely. He grins across the arena. Jake begins walking down the ramp. Making his way to the bottom of the ramp and he passes the cane to Reina Cruz as he runs and slides in beneath the three ropes. On all fours, he twirls around and sticks his tongue out as he very bizarrely stares at the booing fans. Jake Wakefield pushes his hands up with his fists as he walks over to the corner, gripping both sides of the top rope, and leans backward as he sticks his tongue out as far as he can. As pulls himself up, he slides down in the corner and sits with his back leaning against the bottom turnbuckle.

Reina de la Cruz: And, the special enforcer for tonight’s match coming out of Chicago! “The Gatekeeper” Jake Wakefield!

Jasper Phoenix: Well here is the Gatekeeper of Wrestling! A fine man if I may say!

Pierce Donovan: Have you lost your mind?

Jasper Phoenix: Yeah, somewhere in the sands of time!

The ambulance starts to drive down the ramp which has been expanded for this show to allow the vehicle to fit properly onto the steel and for safety reasons of the people in attendance and the wrestlers involved. The driver door opens and out steps an EMT, who turns the keys in the ignition off but leaving them in. He shuts the door and walks back up the ramp disappearing into the backstage area. Jake looks between both men as he steps from the middle of the ring. He said something to both men that don’t get picked up for everyone to hear. Steve and Sean at the same time start slowly walking toward each other as the crowd buzz starts to build. They stop in front of each other, they are just staring at each other with a look of hatred painted across both their faces. Steve pushes Sean Cutter Jr who stumbles back a bit. Sean pushes Steve who stumbles back abit himself. Sanders reaches back with a right-handed jab as the fight starts, they are now hitting each other back and forth with rights, neither man getting the upper hand. The slugfest continues until Sanders blocks a right from Sean, returning his own right fist that connects with Sean’s jaw, staggering him as Sanders keeps hitting him with blows.

Jasper Phoenix: Come on Cutter! Don’t let that degenerate get the best of you!

Pierce Donovan: I can’t believe we are seeing in our lifetime a Cutter willing to finally do battle with Steve Sanders.

Jasper Phoenix: No, no! No this can’t be happening! I’m bout to get up and help Cutter Jr.

Pierce Donovan: Wow. Are you willing to get hit with a superkick by Steve for doing that?

Jasper Phoenix: Cutter will protect me! There is Pariah too! No way he would let him do that to me!

Sanders grabs Sean’s arm and Irish whips him toward the ropes which Cutter hits and Sanders leapfrogs but Cutter stops himself from ricocheting back toward Sanders as he grabs the ropes to stop the momentum and just looks at Sanders. Who turns around to see what happened. He starts smugly looking at Sanders as he cockily walks toward Sanders putting his hands out as if he wants to test the strength of Sanders. Sanders is looking at him with a look of you really wanna do this to yourself. As they lock fingers, Sean takes the cheap route immediately kicking Sanders in family jewels, bringing Sanders to his knees, Cutter keeps the tight grip pulling Sander’s arms downward and using the arms to lock Sanders arms in place. He pulls Sanders under his arm and drops him with a well-placed DDT onto the mat, then locking Sanders in a standing armbar. As the younger Cutter wenches away at the shoulder, Sanders reaches up with his free hand and does his own low-blow on Cutter Jr who lets go of the standing armbar as he falls over onto the mat.

Jasper Phoenix: Oh he cheated dammnit! That low-down Cincinnatian always playing dirty!

Pierce Donovan: Now you got something to say about Cincinnati?! Can you not. I’d like to be able to go out when we hold events there to get some Skyline or something. And, not be attacked.

Jasper Phoenix: Oh that is right, I didn’t think about that.

Jake looks between both men but doesn’t move from his spot near the turnbuckle as he is just watching the events unfold not interfering. As Cutter Jr is lying prone on the mat Steve has gotten to his feet. Sanders goes to reach down grabbing Cutter Jr by the hair he pulls him up to his feet as pushes him into a turnbuckle corner, and smacks a knife-edged chop to Cutter’s chest that can be heard making a thud with the flesh of Cutter, who reacts to the blow with a look of pain etched upon his face. Sanders does the smack again this time harder than last time. Sanders backs away alittle bit and tries rushing toward Cutter jumping into the air attempting a body splash into the corner but Cutter moved out the way, as Sanders crashes chest first into the turnbuckle! The moved Cutter grabs Sanders into a sleeper hold, as Sander’s hands grip onto the ropes in the corner to hold on, as Cutter locks it in deeply. The airway being tightened as the crowd starts booing. As he is being choked, Sanders starts to slowly fade, as he lets go of the grip he had on the ropes, dropping down to one knee. Jake slides in, to look at Sanders, despite there being no tapping out. Cutter is looking to try and take advantage of the same thing Wakefield did two weeks prior, see if he can make Sanders tap, or pass out.

Jasper Phoenix: Yes, yes! Make him go to sleep just like Jake did! That serves him right!

Pierce Donovan: These men have been going to war out here! You often wonder where does Sanders find this fire at. What lengths this man will go to be what he considers the best.

Jasper Phoenix: There is only one best around here. And, that is Brandon Roberts!

Pierce Donovan: Oh god...

Sanders looks like he is fading fast before he reaches up to grab the middle rung of the ropes, he powers his way to his feet as now Cutter is losing control of position, Cutter clubs Sanders in the back of the head with an elbow before Sanders swings his leg back again with another low blow on Cutter Jr, who releases the hold. Shabazz can be heard pounding on the map outside the ring as Pariah watches on with his arms crossed over his chest. As Cutter released the hold Sanders kicks backward nailing Cutter Jr with the Tragic End Pele kick which causes Cutter to stand there with a stunned expression, before falling back onto his back onto the mat as if the lights been knocked out. Both men laid on the map for a couple of moments not moving. Sanders and Cutter start stirring at the same time as they both start to sit up, looking at each other from the couple feet they were apart from each other, the hatred burning deeply. They both rise to their feet again as this crowd seems to be buzzing still, with the slow build these two men have been doing with their pace. As they both rise to their feet they walk toward each other again and start trading punches this time, Sanders and Cutter going back and forth again neither man getting the advantage before Cutter catches Sanders with a well-timed right that sends Sanders back a couple of feet into the ropes with his back resting on the ropes. As Cutter comes charging toward Sanders with a head full of steam clothesline Sanders over the top rope and crashing to the floor below, right in front of the ambulance. As Sanders is on the floor, he starts trying to recover. As Cutter has run back toward the other side of the ring hitting the ropes and is coming back toward where Sanders was just at. Sanders has made it to his feet as Cutter attempts to baseball slide kick Sanders but Sanders steps aside, the baseball slide kick missing as Sanders grabs Cutter’s legs, pulling him out of the ring to the floor causing Cutter to collide with the floor below.

Jasper Phoenix: NO! Get up Cutter come on!

Pierce Donovan: Are you being paid extra to root on the boss?

Jasper Phoenix: Don’t you want your boss to win! That would mean more bonuses for us. And, don’t you want a place in the camp of Cutter?

Pierce Donovan: I cannot believe you right now. This is downright insane.

As Sanders stalks his prey in Cutter Jr as Sander’s facial expression is one of joy that he has the boss cornered on the ground. He kicks Cutter in the side of the stomach sending him back to the mat. They are both in front of the ambulance backdoors as Sanders opens the back door to the ambulance. The bed can be seen sitting there as well as a bunch of medical equipment you would normally see in the back of one. Jake has now left the ring to follow the action, but largely has stayed out of the middle, just enforcing the match. Sanders grabs Cutter by the hair smashing his face into the door, once, twice, three times before Cutter puts his right foot up onto the steel support to step into the back of the ambulance. Still disoriented some but Cutter still has his wits about him as Sanders attempts to smash Cutters head into the door again hits Sanders with a back elbow to the stomach to release him before Cutter grabs the door swinging it back to hit Sanders in the face with the door sending him to the floor. As Sanders lies motionless for a couple of seconds Cutter to a chorus of boos starts mocking Sanders before laying some boots to the man’s midsection. Cutter abruptly does a Jumping elbow drop with theatrics toward Sanders back to keep him down.

Jasper Phoenix: Show him the door boss!

Pierce Donovan: The Vice President willing to do anything to protect the Cutter brand!

Jasper Phoenix: We are all in the graces of Cutters World!

Pierce Donovan: I swear to god that can’t be coffee in your cup.

Cutter shouts to Shabazz to tell Pariah to get out a table and set it up. Jake Wakefield watching intently giving them a look of don’t you dare think of interfering. As Shazbazz pulls a table out from under the ring, Pariah picks it up with ease, creating a wedged format between the apron and the entrance to the ambulance. The legs have not been folded. As Cutter picks Sanders up, rolling him onto the wood table. Jake can be seen still watching the events unfold but not willing to step in as enforcer. After all, this is free for all fight. No rules. Cutter flips the flap of the apron up himself pulling out a ladder, he sets the ladder up as Shazbazz could be seen hovering around where they are. Pariah is standing in front of Jake on the other side of the table area. He appears to distract Jake as Shabazz hits Sanders with a choke to keep him on the table that Jake can’t see. As Cutter Jr has set up the ladder he climbs up it as Shabazz releases Sanders backing away. He leaps off the ladder onto Sanders with a flying elbow sending them both crashing through the table and into the floor below, leaving them lying in a pile of wood.

Jasper Phoenix: OH MY GOD!

Pierce Donovan: Sean has gone off the ladder ladies and gentlemen and onto Sanders through a table!

Jasper Phoenix: The Cutter Experience! Is amazing!

Pierce Donovan: Where are you getting this?

Jasper Phoenix: From your mother.

As Sanders lies motionless along with Cutter Jr, Jake goes to check on Cutter Jr, but not Sanders. He makes sure that he is okay before he stands up, looking over at the prone Sanders. The man he went to war with two weeks ago and has had years of conflict between them. The eyes of Jake focuses on Sanders for a moment before he looks over at Cutter Jr. As they both start to stir, both making it to their knees, the crowd is standing on their feet. This moment here was captured by a camera flash. As the men start to make it to their feet, they meet again and start brawling right where the table splinters lied around them. They are laying in big-time punches to each other, looking to go to war over what they believe in. Sanders starts getting the best of Cutter with a left punch, another! Another! The executive vice president is being pushed back by the Franchise. The Franchise grabs the ambulance door and swings it forward hitting Sean with the door and sending him to the mat. Sanders quickly hops over the fallen Sean Cutter Jr flat-footing the jump onto the edge of the ambulance entrance, he springboards off the edge of the entrance with a backward moonsault down onto Cutter Jr below.

Jasper Phoenix: No Cutter! This can’t be how it ends!

Pierce Donovan: Jasper this could have tipped the tide to The Franchise!

Jasper Phoenix: I refuse to accept that world! Come on Cutter! Get up!

Sanders is sitting with his back against the apron after the moonsault, looking at the fallen Cutter Jr. He started to get to his feet, sliding open the apron again, reaching underneath to grab a chair. He pulls it out and holds the chair up for everyone to see. The fans start chanting again, “This Is Awesome” “Sanders, Sanders” followed not too long after. He takes the chair toward Cutter and smacks him upside the head with it one good time. Shabazz hides his face afterward, wanting to interfere on behalf of Cutter Jr. Steve comes around the corner of the ring after the chair shot to look at Shabazz. Pariah appears behind Shabazz as Sanders moves one hand off the chair and flips the bird at Pariah before grabbing the chair again and slamming it down onto the back of Cutter Jr.
The Franchise hits him again before throwing the chair down. Steve hovers over the downed Cutter Jr and grabs him by the hair, pulling him off the floor and looking at him as he speaks. It’s audible to the viewer as a ringside microphone picks it up.

Steve Sanders: You see Cutter, you are answering for your father’s transgressions toward a god. I’m just getting started. The world is gonna watch what it means when I say tonight the rites of destiny finally begin to align for me. That you are now seeing that no matter what you guys try to do I always will rise from the ashes. Stronger. Faster. Better.

He lets go of Cutters hair dropping him back to the mat that’s when Sanders turns around to come face to face with “The Gatekeeper of Wrestling” Jake Wakefield. This has been the first interaction since their match two weeks ago. They are staring at each other looking like they are not willing to back down from each other. Sanders and Wakefield just stare at each other as the fans start getting louder thinking they are about to see this really happen on Under Pressure. It would seem the contents between them have been brimming to the surface anyway. Jake steps back away from Sanders as they just keep looking at each other. It would appear that Cutter has recovered, grabbing the chair. He is stalking Steve now who has no idea what he is about to turn around into. Wakefield doesn’t warn Sanders as he turns… CRACK! Cutter jr nailed Sanders with a sick chair shot to the head leveling the Franchise to the mat. As the camera zooms in on the face of Sanders who shows a little blood trickle down his forehead.

Jasper Phoenix: Yes! Yes! Yes!

Pierce Donovan: Doesn’t that sound familiar.

Jasper Phoenix: YES!

Cutter Jr walks toward Sanders while still holding the chair, not obviously satisfied with the results of the chair shot. He swings the chair down again hitting Sanders in the head again. The blood slowly turning thicker as it keeps flowing. Jake Wakefield can be seen standing off to the left unfazed by what he is seeing. Sean Cutter Jr throws the chair down to the mat. He walks towards Sanders mounting him and starts striking Sanders. Each blow was for each time that Sanders has disrespected him and his family. One of the last blows Sanders grabs his arm, isolating it to stop the blows. Sanders uses his other hand to grab Cutters Jr’s hair, and he leans forward himself up from the mat to bring his head up, simultaneously pushing Cutters head forward by the scruff of his hair to headbutt Cutter onto his forehead knocking them both back onto the floor of the arena. The camera zooms in on Cutter Jr who now has a little blood trickling down himself. The camera switches to Sander’s face which is full of blood. The men both laid there. The fans are at a fever pitch feeling like the arena roof is gonna just lift off the building of the Roxy like a category five hurricane of cheers, booing, and various chants. “HOLY SHIT!, HOLY SHIT” finally drowned out all other chants.

Jasper Phoenix: You were so close! No!

Pierce Donovan: It would see all of these years when we see Steve he almost always does something never seen before in a wrestling match. A true entertainer wouldn’t you say Jasper?

Jasper Phoenix: More like a Degenerate.

As both men began to stir they sit up looking at each other, the death glare still painted on both of their faces, even through the blood on their faces. They both try to make it to their feet. Steve is trying to use the ambulance area he jumped from earlier as support. Cutter was seen using the apron as support. They both turn to look at each other. They charge at each other, both thinking the same thing. DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE! They both nail each other sending each other crashing to the mat in front of Shabazz and Pariah. Jake comes walking around the corner of the ringside area to put everyone in view. As they both seem to start recovering, Cutter Jr cusses under his breathe. That this isn’t going as easy as he thought it would. How could someone of his stature in this business not be able to put this pest away he thought. He looked up at Shabazz and Pariah.

Sean Cutter Jr.: Put an end to this.

Shabazz nods as Pariah steps forward and kicks Sanders in the side sending the man rolling over in pain. Cutter Jr is picked up from a ringside camera relishing in the handiwork of his people taking out the trash. Jake saw the kick and starts to step forward but we see Shabazz standing in front of Jake, shaking his head at him.

Shabazz Hamad: You do not want to make Pariah angry my friend. After all, we are on the same side. Let’s watch.

Shabazz turns to watch with Jake as Pariah bends down to grab Sanders by the hair and then raises his massive hand to do an Overhand chop to the chest of Sanders who crumples against the apron from the blow. Cutter Jr has now gotten to his feet, ordering Pariah to hold Sanders for him. Pariah holds Sander’s arms as Cutter Jr reaches his hand back and smacks Sanders in the face hard as the fans start booing. And, out of nowhere from the back comes Brandon Roberts down the ramp slowly. As Cutter looks over at Jake.

Sean Cutter Jr.: Jake! Get the stretcher out with Brandon. We are ending this now!

Jake looks at Sean and then over at Sanders as junior slaps Sanders again. This isn’t only hurting only Sanders, but wounding his pride. Jake looks over at Brandon who has his guard down, watching as Brandon pulls the stretcher out the back of the ambulance. When Brandon turns around Jake grabs Brandon’s head, and runs alongside the side of the ambulance, flipping himself over dropping Roberts with a Shiranui! The crowd was taken aback, then cheers! Wakefield, Wakefield! Cutter and Shabazz look on in shock as Cutter looks toward Jake who is standing there with a smile on his face. Pariah can be seen letting Sanders go as he steps from behind Sanders. Cutter starts yelling at Jake who looks toward Shabazz who attempts to swing a punch at Jake as they both start brawling at ringside. The crowd lifts off again as Shabazz and Jake are throwing down back and forth to each other with punches. It was then that Sanders was readying up for Cutter...CRACK! Steve Sanders nailed junior again with the Chosen One superkick to the jaw! It was the second time that Sanders did this evening. Cutter is lying on his back seemingly laid out. Pariah looks back at the boss, and then over at Shabazz. He has to make a decision because both are in trouble. Brandon has started to recover a little, as out of nowhere from the back now comes none other than Misandry, and she has a steel chain wrapped around her right fist. She attempts to hit Jake with the steel chain but he ducks and she accidentally hits Shabazz with the chain! That really got Pariah’s attention. As he starts to forget the boss and walk toward Shabazz. Misandry is looking on in his disbelief as Pariah looks to tend to Shabazz. It seemed this party wasn’t big enough as now we see Shinzo come running down the ramp.

Jasper Phoenix: This has gotten out of control! His dad is gonna be upset he disgraced the Cutter name!

Pierce Donovan: This has turned into a dog fight between a bunch of animals! We need to get order out here! Where is Oliver Thawne!

Jasper Phoenix: That damn Shinzo!

As Shinzo hits the corner he hits Misandry with a European Uppercut dropping her to the mat. He unwraps the chain from her right arm, now tying it to his own right wrist. It’s now Pariah alone. He has turned to look at the numbers game he is looking at. Now it’s just Pariah versus Sanders, Wakefield, and Shinzo. As they start to surround the behemoth who isn’t scared of being surrounded. They all start to stalk the man. Sanders and Wakefield look at each other as they both do a superkick to each of Pariah’s legs dropping him to his knees. This man grabbed both Sanders and Wakefield by the neck with ease despite the fact is the man been brought to his knees. This man was trying to chokeslam both men. Then Shinzo nails Pariah with a right-handed fist wrapped in steel to his jaw forcing the man to let go of Sanders and Wakefield’s necks as he falls to the mat. Jake Wakefield goes to grab the stretcher, bringing it around by Cutter. Shinzo, Wakefield and Steve pick up Sean Cutter Jr and tie him to the stretcher, rolling it up to the ambulance, they push Cutter into the back of the ambulance.

Jasper Phoenix: NO! You guys can’t let this happen!

Pierce Donovan: Ladies and Gentleman, it would look like Shinzo, Jake and Steve are now helping each other!

Jasper Phoenix: Get up Brandon! Come on Pariah! Someone!

Shinzo can be seen getting into the back of the ambulance with Sean Cutter Jr as Jake and Steve close the door to the ambulance. They both look at each other the crowd has absolutely lost their mind at what they are seeing. Steve overcoming the Cutters! Jake Wakefield turning on the Cutters! Sanders and Wakefield now appearing to have the same ideals. It’s a new day. As they start to walk toward the front of the ambulance. Steve was walking toward the driver’s side as Wakefield was going toward the passenger side. By this time Brandon has gotten to his feet as the ambulance starts. Pariah has already begun sitting up as Shabazz was seen checking on Pariah. Misandry is still laying on the mat. Brandon Roberts can be seen trying to chase the ambulance as it is seen leaving the ringside area. The camera flashes to each of the other people left behind resting on the face of Brandon Roberts who looks like he is angry and disappointed that they got away. The imagery of copyrights and AMA flash at the bottom of the corner. The final flash is of the ambulance leaving the arena as we hear the announcers speaking.

Jasper Phoenix: Those damn Degenerates!

Pierce Donovan: Well folks it would look like they have gotten away with Cutter Jr!

END CREDIT
Another show comes to a fanstic close

The AMA Wrestling copyright information pops up on the screen as we fade to black.

Matches
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Edits
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Formatting
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Judgments
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Segments
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Graphics
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[Bobby Barrows]

Excellent shit.

 

[Petty]

Great show! Good job everyone.

 

[Vegeta]

I’ll read the rest tomorrow when not in bed.

But WINNING

 

[CakeWalker]

Under Pressure [Atlanta]​

• the opening segment with Pariah and Shabazz was really interesting - a man of little to no words can quickly become a scary and dominating figure if portrayed properly. At the same time Bryce comes off as being nervous at the same time, which sells the fear factor that Pariah may radiate. I'm a big fan of wrestling shows starting with a segment like this, which makes for a good start to the show.​

• A great opening contest - a good warm up. Nice to see the Norman character get a win, whilst at the same time Belly Boy is just the ultimate comedy character. The match was well put together, as it helped put over Norman whilst at the same time confirm BB very much as talent enhancement.​

• Shinzo I'm not quite sure what to think of - is he edgy, is he dark or is he just misunderstood? I guess only time will tell. I am getting like Abyss vibes, but if Abyss had done most of the talking for himself rather than have James Mitchell as the mouthpiece.​

• Sean Cutter, Jr is such a great character. There is something very likeable about him, despite it being quite clear that you are really not meant to do so. I am really interested into seeing how his character develops, and how story arcs develop around him as time progresses.​

• I must admit I was confused by the follow up - I wasn't sure whether Shinzo and Saus X had started the match, and then I clicked it was just a fight in the ring - and then Sanders got involved. Honestly when Sanders turned up, my brain sort of melted into a spaghetti junction. Sometimes less is more, that is just my opinion though.​

• Northern Touch just had the perfect douche bros vibes - a heel time, that you would love to hate. And you know if anyone is wearing a North Touch t-shirt in the crowd, they are no doubt a massive douchebag themselves.​

• Jones vs. Adkins was a solid match, and Buffalo from the match alone would definitely be the sort of wrestler that I can imagine the crowd getting behind based on their pure wrestling alone​

• The build up to this stretcher match okay - i had to read back and realise that there are two different matches now that were put together from that massive scene earlier.​

• The cage match was fantastic - and the set up of the three unruly fans throughout the match was very well done. I can fucks with #SHRUGNATION. ​

• I won't comment on something I was involved in writing - but I really enjoyed co-writing the segment with 4W.​

• The handicap match was a good read - and its shorter length was crisp and more fitting to a match of this nature. Radio Raidokken was a great nickname - whoever thought that one up!​

• the reveal of a world title tournament tied into the Cutter vs. Sanders storyline. everyone loves a tournament - well apart from the people that don't.​

• Tora on commentary! Interesting, very interesting! The match, the additional commentary and then the follow-up segment was very fluid and easy to read. Anyone with a polish sounding names - quickly gets placed in my fan files. BRIAN!​

• I'd love some feedback on the Circo vs. Justice fight - it was written with the intention of putting Justice over as much as possible, even before I knew the result of the contest​

• The match between McDaniels and Fushimi was a real interesting contest - and I am really enjoying the development of this Malice storyline and really interested in seeing where it is going to go.​

• Lucha Rules Tag Team Match - what a great contest. So much potential going forward.​

• I've decided that Shinzo is an edgelord LOL​

• Sanders and Wakefield are aligned together? A really great main-event with a massive twist. Didn't see that coming.​

A really great show - and looking forward to see what the match-card will look like for next week.

 

[Kross Rhodes]

The build up to this stretcher match okay

Don't forget too this was built off the end of the last show where Sanders refused to be taken to medical and wheeled off on a stretcher.

I really love that you gave a full bullet point review of the show. That's honestly great.

 

[Canadian Dragon]

Just reading now woot. I'm glad you enjoyed the cage match and the tag team shrugnation going wild sister!

Northern touch is essentially young good looking Canadian good Brothers turned to 11. I have soooo many douchey segments in mind. So I'm glad the words douche was used, that's exactly what I was going for! Ok read time, this looks hype a.f !!!!!!

 

[CakeWalker]

Feedback/Constructive Criticism/Comments are essential for anything to grow - normally try to offer feedback for group projects like this when I can

 

[Kross Rhodes]

Feedback/Constructive Criticism/Comments are essential for anything to grow - normally try to offer feedback for group projects like this when I can

Absolutely and I love that you gave something to offer for essentially each segment. It's very much appreciated.

 

[Canadian Dragon]

Yeah I also love the feedback, especially when its constructive like this

 

[Chris]

Awesome show

 

[Hoss]

We did it folks. Shit's getting good and rolling now.

I don't have a ton to say about particular matches and segments because a majority of them I either wrote or my wrestlers were apart of. All I can say as far as the writing quality as a whole is concerned is that I think the show turned out really well.

There is still some room for improvement as far as smoothing things out goes, and I think one thing we should collectively consider is trying to make match layouts more uniform? Like some writers just write into the entrances, some like to set the scene a little. Some put the pinfall counts in the paragraph, some put them separate. Some people aren't even using the ring announcer to announce the winner, while others are. This isn't a huge issue by any means, just one area we could look at to try to make things more cohesive.

I'm really looking forward to the coming shows to get the new characters in the mix. Once we are able to get storylines running for Juice, The Fourth Wall, Loocha Bear, Chris and Jeff's new characters, that should benefit the show as a whole because one other takeaway I had of this show is that there was a fuck ton of Shabazz, Pariah, Shinzo, Cutter, Wakefield and Sanders. But they're kind the big storyline(s) going now and most other characters still haven't been locked into anything, so once we get more stories up and running, that shouldn't be the case anymore.

Again, good work to everyone and thanks to all who contribute. May we continue this momentum going forward and really start hitting on something special.

 

[Kross Rhodes]

Some people aren't even using the ring announcer to announce the winner, while others are. This isn't a huge issue by any means, just one area we could look at to try to make things more cohesive.

I do want to touch on this as this is something I would like. I would like Reina to announce the matches at the beginning and the winners at the end.

I didn't want to approach it first because y'all being so great to send in matches and everything.

 

[Canadian Dragon]

I do want to touch on this as this is something I would like. I would like Reina to announce the matches at the begging and the winners at the end.

I didn't want to approach it first because y'all being so great to send in matches and everything.

no problem! nothing wrong with a bit on consistency and one would assume it also saves you some post submission editing time on your part. I'' include more Reina!

 

[Kross Rhodes]

I also think more fluid entrances would help a lot. Where you take their basic entrance and customize it to the match and have commentary mention specifics to the match during it. I even added this caveat in my match entrance for match writers to do when they grab it from Sean's page.