AMA Manifest Destiny - Mar. 3 - Daytona Beach, FL [Show]

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There is a lot of noise coming from the Hamad Agency’s locker room backstage, as a covert camera sneaks through the door and films the group like a fly on a wall for what had previously clearly been a very private conversation.

Max Maverick: We need to cut this crap and get on the same page, we are meant to be the group that everyone has nightmares about - but we need to have one voice rather than arguing with each other all the damn time.

Christopher McMichaels: Well it is okay for some isn’t it Max? You only want people to agree on your direction and no one else's.

Max Maverick: And what does that even mean?

Christopher McMichaels: You know what that means.

Shabazz Hamad looks stressed as he steps in between both men playing peacemaker.

Shabazz Hamad: Gentlemen, Gentlemen we are all on the same side here, and families aren’t meant to fight.

It is Pariah though that speaks up.

Pariah: All I know is that this conversation is bullshit. No one is scared about us, no one is worried about us, we are turning into some sort of joke. This infighting has led to us not even being included in the tag team turmoil - so that is more money we are losing out on. Things need to change.

Shabazz Hamad: And they will be my man, and they will….

Pariah: No Shabazz, things need to change now. We shouldn't be having to qualify for matches. It's just not right.

Christopher McMichaels: That is why we need to start taking action right now, this is exactly what I have been trying to say. While this guy (he points at Hamad) is twiddling his thumbs and manifesting destiny, I have been making moves and been venturing into a project of my own, because unlike everyone else in this room I need to get a win over the Touch. Don Marshall and Jay El Gagnon are a bunch of uncouth bumpkins under the tutelage of a two-bit carney. So I expect, actually no I demand…

Pariah: You making demands now?

Christopher McMichaels: I demand that we get on the same page tonight, because I refuse to lose to the Touch. And because of me we'll get another opportunity. We'll get into that turmoil. Now the rest of you talk amongst yourselves, because I have got some moves to make.

As McMichaels heads towards the door, prior to storming out Maverick interjects.

Max Maverick: Make whatever moves you think you can make, but whatever you do you better keep your nose out of my match.

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In the arena hallway, near the locker rooms, Don Marshall and Jean-Louis Gagnon are conversing with intensity a few feet down. Johnny is leaning against the wall, his hand on his chin, while an animated Don is wailing his arms in the air.

Don Marshall: All I’m saying, kid, is the old man has got us mixed up in a bunch of shit that’s way beneath our skillset! Think about it. I made Pariah respect me already, in front of the entire planet to hear. Why are we fighting those losers again? We should have entered last in the first place. Shit man, we should have been rated number one in the first place. Why are we fighting his battles, Johnny? He’s supposed to work for US!

Johnny quietly nods while rubbing his chin as Don calms down a bit after venting his frustration at the odds being seemingly stacked against The Northern Touch once more.

Jean-Louis Gagnon: Yeah, I get what you're saying Donny, I do…But come on bro, we’re supposed to be family. Bobby has been with us since Day One! Every single championship, every conquest we’ve done thus far, he’s been by our side. We’re family, just having a fight. Gotta move on from this man.

Before Don can respond Christopher McMichaels walks into the shot with a smug look on his face.

Christopher McMichaels: You guys talk a lot about wins you haven’t earned yet, don’t you? See I never got to show my stuff since Pariah stepped in originally. And the only reason I lost to Brandon Roberts is because you, Mr. Frenchmen, stuck your big fat nose in my business. Tonight we resolve this once and for all! Bobby and I agreed we needed to settle this and THAT would be best for business.

He points at Johnny but Don walks up and intimidates him back.

Don Marshall: I already made your big man respect me. If you both want to die twice, that’s fine by me. You won’t physically make it to another match in months when we’re through with you!

McMichaels throws his hands up and walks away slowly. Johnny Lou slaps Don on the chest and they walk away as well.

Buried Alive Match
Special Enforcer Jake Wakefield

Sean Classic v. Steve Sanders

An overhead shot sweeps over the crowd as the Manifest Destiny Try Before You Buy Preview Show kicks off!

Pierce Donovan: Welcome everyone, live from the Ocean Center in Daytona Beach, Florida; This is Manifest Destiny!

Jasper Phoenix: That’s right Pierce and we’re going to go straight into the action as we love to do in Against Medical Advice!

Pierce Donovan: The evening begins with the final chapter in the Cutler-Sanders series, as one of these two men isn’t leaving this arena tonight. A buried alive match!

The camera changes and fixates on the side on the entrance ramp, where a large pile of dirt lays. A large nameless tombstone in front of a six foot hole is placed in the middle of the pile as well as a rusted shovel sitting upright in the dirt.




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 the entrance ramp he just traveled down. The Franchise stands there until the music shuts off.




After a few seconds of the music "SexyBack" by Riverhead plays, he slowly walks out of the entrance way with his left hand/arm out in front of him and his right hand/arm leveled out behind him until he gets to the top of the ramp where he puts his hands up to his face and past his hair. He sticks his arms straight out behind him as a curtain of golden sparkles pour down onto the entrance behind him. After which Classic walks down the aisle strutting his stuff and gets to the top of the ring and poses with his arms draped around the ring ropes while he stares out into the audience. After stepping through the ropes and into the ring. He walks to the opposite side of the ring and climbs onto the middle rope with one foot on the bottom rope and stares into the audience.

Behind him, Sean Cutter Jr. follows, walking 10 feet behind and swerves to the side and joins the announcing team. He pompously demands a headset and is granted one.

Sean Cutter Jr.: Gentlemen! I’ve come here for two reasons. Clear the air about a few things and watch this piece of human garbage get buried underground where he belongs!

The Bell rings and The Classic and Sanders lock up to the roaring crowd.

Sean Cutter Jr.: First of all I want to let everyone here and at home know that Steve Sanders is standing in that ring right now because my father and I have allowed it. Have you ever heard of a false sense of security? That’s exactly why we allowed Sanders to be victorious at Under Pressure

Inside the ring, Sean Classic gets a hammerlock and follows with a hammer throw to the ropes. He looks for a lariat but Sanders ducks under, hits the ropes again and jumps on top of Sean with a Lou Thez press. He violently begins to lay down some fists of vengeance.

Pierce Donovan: Nice reversal there by Sanders, no disqualification here either so the referee has to let these closed fists strikes go.

Jasper Phoenix: Filthy animal this Sanders.

Hard closed fists to the forehead of Sean Classic. He’s already covering up. The official goes to check on him but he uses the short distraction to jab his thumb in eye of Sanders. He gets up and already woozy stumbles to the ropes and checks his forehead for blood dramatically, even if there is no sign of a cut. He then refocuses and stars methodically stomping on the wrsists and ankles of Sanders.

Sean Cutter Jr.: That’s right dad shows that bum who runs this shit! You want to know what else? This whole Divinity this twerp reveres? My sister! That’s it, 2 years this simp followed her around like a lost puppy but just played like a fiddle. That’s what happens when you try to bite the hand that feeds you Pierce. Remember that!

Pierce Donovan: First off, what the hell did I do? Second off, wow these are some extremely troubling revelations!

Jasper Phoenix: Brilliant revelations if you ask me, guy’s a wind bag! Can you imagine a female even wanting to breathe in the same vicinity? Please!

Inside the ring Sean brings Sanders back to his feet and locks him up in an attempt for a suplex. They struggle for a bit but he brings Sanders vertically into the air. Sanders struggles and brings knees down on the top of Sean’s head. He falls backwards over the top rope, sending both men upside down and tumbling on the floor outside the ring.

Pierce Donovan: Down to the outside! Both men took a nasty fall but are back on their feet already.

Both men trade closed fist punches as they wildly swing their right fists at each other. Cutler tries to take control with a low knee to the midsection but Sanders counters by powering through the pain and ramming him back first into the barricade. Cutler winces and screams grabbing his lower back. He tries to force Sanders back but Steve wisely spins him into a 180 and once agin drives his back this time into the side of the ring.

Pierce Donovan: The power of Sanders here seems to be too much for Cutler Classic and he’s having his lower back worked on right now.

Jasper Phoenix: Temporary I hope

Sean Cutter Jr.: Shut the hell up you two we always have a plan.

He looks back towards the curtain anxiously.

Outside the ring, big nasty kick to the gut by Sanders, locks in the head. He lifts him above his head and drops him to the back of his skull with a release sheer drop brainbuster on the apron. Sanders catches an almost knocked out Classic’s face with his chest and stuffs it into his armpit immediately. He underhooks both arms and drives his head down into the concrete floor with the Lethal Intentions DDT.

Holy shit chants.

Pierce Donovan: Oh my god he may as well have killed him! Surely he’s out of it completely!

Cutler Jr is speechless and looks around nervously.

Sanders points towards the makeshift graveyard and the crowd roars. He brings Cutter to his feet and starts slowly dragging him towards it by the hair. Once they reach the first pile Classic falls to the ground. Sanders tries to bend down and grab him but out of nowhere appears Blake Justice with a shovel, which he drills over the forehead of Sanders knocking him to the ground. Both Sanders and Classic are now visibly bleeding and dazed. Blake looks at the bloody shovel head as the crowd roars a mix of boos and cheers.

Sean Cutter Jr.: I told you idiots we had a plan!

Pierce Donovan: I should have known better than to expect a clean match

Jasper Phoenix: No disqualification Pierce! All is fair in love and war.

Blake takes the wood handle of the shovels and pushes it down Sanders throat to choke him. Sanders brings his hands up to his neck to attempt to block the attack. Meanwhile, Sean Cutter Senior continues to take time to recover and wipes off blood from his brow. He makes his way to Sanders and begins booting him in the gut while Blake Justice continues to choke him with the shovel malicious psychotic grin for all the see.

Pierce Donovan: This is getting real ugly folks…Not looking good for Steve Sanders tonight.

Sean Cutter Jr.: Fuck this guy. Yeah I said it. It's a PPV!

Suddenly a brash young man in a clown mask runs out from the curtain…IT’S CIRCO! He bee lines right to Blake Justice, who drops the shovel immediately and stands up to face his arch nemesis. Flying elbow to the face by Circo to Blake who tumbles back. They tussle throwing hard right hands and eventually tumble over the barricade and continue to fight into the crowd. Cutter Sr. looks confused in the commotion, giving Sanders time to recover and uppercut him in the nether regions with a low blow!

Sean Cutter Jr.: What a cheating little punk, first brings in the clown and now a cheap shot? What a piece of trash! UGH!

In the crowd Circo grabs a popcorn from a fan and throws it in Blake’s face, blinding him for a moment. He asks a fan to step out of his chair, take a running start and jumps on to the chair, leaps off of it, and onto the shoulders of Blake! He brings his momentum downward and flips his legs in for a picture perfect hurricanrana throwing Blake over the railing and back into the graveyard area!

THIS IS AWESOME! Chants

Sanders punches Sean Classic in the forehead a few times to re-open up that wound. He hits a suplex sending both of them into the hard dirt. He grabs his back as he also takes damage on the move. Still, he manages to get up and place Sean Classic’s head between his thighs. He’s looking for a piledriver here.

Jasper Phoenix: You buffoon! You manac! Stop this insanity!

Pierce Donovan: Good lord please don’t do it!

Sean Cutter Jr.: Father…

Before he can lift him however, now out comes Brandon Roberts, steel chair in hand. He dashes towards Sanders but Circo tries to cut him off. Roberts throws the chair at Circo’s head who manages to dodge it at the nick of time but slips and falls to the ground in the process. As he tries to get up, a barely conscious Blake grabs him by the edge of the trunks and holds him back.

He continues down the ramp and runs his mouth but before he can finish his thought Sawyer Xavier comes flying from the back and hits him i nthe back with a flying crossbody. It’s pandemonium. Sanders goes to lift Sean finally but he’s recovered enough and counters with a back body drop.

On the ramp Sawyer is mopping the floor with Brandon Roberts landing some huge body blows, causing the brash Canadian to tuck tail and run to the back with Sawyer in hot pursuit.

Sean Cutter Jr.: Screw this.

Sean Jr. drops his headset and heads towards Circo who’s now booting Blake Justice in the face! Back by the grave Sean Classic gets up and lifts the large stone tombstone up from the ground slowly. He takes his time and aims while Sanders is on one knee, slowly standing back up. He takes a run towards him…but Sanders barely manages to jump the side and Classic drops the tombstone on the ground, causing it to lay flat.

By the barricade Sean Jr. attacks Circo and they brawl. Jr is struggling to land any strikes due to wearing a business suite and not ring gear. Circo takes advantage and pulls his tie down and uses the distraction to slap him across the face infuriating Jr! Blake finally gets to his feet and grabs Circo from behind but Cutler doesn’t see him. He bullrushes Circo with a clothesline that sends all three men over the barricade and brawl further and further into the crowd.

Pierce Donovan: Looks like it’s back to square one. Two men, one grave!

Jasper Phoenix: We’ve lost complete control, this is pandemonium! ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED???

By the grave Sanders regains control after hitting a huge lariat on Cutter Classic. He bring him over the barricade and locks his arms in. He chops Classic across the chest once. Twice. THREE TIMES. The crack echoes as the crowd gasps. He chops him one final time, his body hitting a few unsuspecting fans who spill their beer.

He grabs him by the face and punches Cutter once more for good measure and drags him hair first toward the grave, stopping every few feet to lay in a few more punches.

Pierce Donovan: This is looking like the beginning of the end for Sean Cutter Sr. He’s bloody and beaten and no one left to save him.

Jasper Phoenix: I can’t believe what I’m seeing right now…Sanders is really going to do it.

Cutter gets to the dirt pile and sticks Cutter’s head between his thighs once again. He cracks his neck with his hands and this time delivers a nasty piledriver. He admires his work with a murderous smile. One of the fans from the earlier barricade spot gets up over the barricade over. Security rushes over but he tosses him away like a bug. Camera zooms in and it’s Jake Wakefield. He’s walking over and pointing at Classic and clapping.

Jake Wakefield: Finish it off, you got this!

Wakefield yells at a confused Sanders.

Sanders stomps his foot down and aims it at a helpless Classic looking for the Chosen One superkick. He winds up! Cranks back!

SMASH!

Another cold metal shovel smashes Sanders in the back of the skull as Wakefield stands over him laughing. He raises the shovel and smashes him in the head again. He grabs him by the hair and drags him a few feet down where the discarded tombstone now lays.

Pierce Donovan: Please..not that…

He lays Sanders face on the cold stone, takes a deep breath…and curbstomps Sanders face down into the tombstone slab. Sanders doesn’t move any muscle anymore. Cutter Sr walks over and they both drag Sanders body and dump it nonchalantly into the pre-dug hole. They each grab a shovel, one left over from Blake, and begin pouring dirt over his limpless body. The bell rings as Wakefield picks up the slab of tombstone and sticks over the now dirt covered body of the one they used to call Sanders. He takes out a can of spray paint and paints on R I P SANDERS

The match being over, Cutter Sr and Wakefield celebrate as the crowd and announce team is shocked into silence. Cutter Jr emerges from the back alone with a microphone to celebrate with his father. As he raises his hand he brings the microphone up to his mouth.

Sean Cutter Jr.: I told you Steve Sanders you were never getting near that title while the Cutters live and breathe. You fell for our trap, and now you rest in the dirt, never to be seen again. Let everyone bear witness, here lies Steve Sanders. Rest in Peace you piece of shit!

The three heels walk away as the announce team gathers their thoughts.

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The entire Hamad Agency are back in their private quarters, and Max Maverick is absolutely furious.

Max Maverick: I think we need to make one thing clear right now - I am the face of the agency, I am the person that when people press start to commence their games at Arcade - my character is the default selection. So I don’t want any of you to join me at ringside, because of your incompetence and inability to complete basic requests. I am not having anyone, any one of you roadblock me and cost me a chance of advancing to the finals. Because I promise you this…

Christopher McMichaels: Don’t make promises you can’t keep.

Max Maverick: Instead of worrying about what I have to say, why don’t you just listen. I am the only one of us in the final four of the Gold Rush. Is Pariah? No. Is Shabazz? No. And we all know it certainly isn’t your Christopher.

Christopher doesn’t even respond, but he looks furious like a kettle that is about to blow.

Shabazz Hamad: If you don’t want anyone to help you in your match Max, then we won’t get involved. Family looks after family, and that even means listening.

Max Maverick: Well that better stay true my friend, because if you dare cross my wishes again the sun will never rise on your kingdom ever again - because without me, this group is nothing but a bunch of mid-carders trying to stay relevant.

In a fit of rage McMichaels reaches for an exposed pipe on the wall and tries to pull it off, but Hamad makes a sound with his mouth that results in Pariah stopping McMichaels from leaving the room with the pipe in hand. The move by Michaels seems to tip Maverick over the edge as he comes off even more angry than he had been.

Max Maverick: Instead of making moves, why don’t you just concentrate on winning matches Christopher. I mean you couldn’t even beat that loser Brandon, so instead of walking around backstage weapon in hand like some sort of threat - because everyone in this room knows you are the weakest link. Instead of making your big money moves, why don’t you just earn some respect for yourself as well as the money that goes with it and beat the Touch - so that you can gain entry into the Turmoil.

Shabazz Hamad: Easy now Max, let's not say something we don’t mean.

Max Maverick: Shabazz just shut the fuck up for a second. The most important person in the room is talking, so you are just going to take a seat and listen.

Hamad doesn’t even offer a response and just takes a seat on one of the benches, as Max turns his attention back to McMichaels.

Max Maverick: And I don’t want you getting involved in the other match either, I don't want an asterisk above my name and to be associated with some sort of controversy. Tonight is about one person - me. This is the night that I become the Grand Champion. So don’t even think of getting involved in Brian and Shinzo’s match, either. Do not try me and get involved, because I promise you it will not end well for you.

Christopher, unlike Hamad, has succumbed to the anger.

Christopher McMichaels: You sure as hell better hope Shinzo wins then, because you sure as shit weren’t able to beat Zewbowski the first time round. So perhaps you shouldn’t throw stones in glass houses and instead worry about yourself a little bit more, dick.

McMichaels stares at Maverick for a second before dropping his pipe onto the ground and turning to Pariah.

Christopher McMichaels: Lets get that win before Daddy starts preaching again.

McMichaels heads for the door, with Pariah just behind him as the pair head for the door.

Max Maverick: Not one word Shabazz, not one word.

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Norman Namatjira is standing in the ring, with a microphone in his hand and a mean look on his face, as the fans are just about done filing into the Ocean Center as pyro goes off as Manifest Destiny goes live on PPV! He begins to address the audience.

Norman Namatjira: As of late I have been repeating a mantra to my friend. Pain is my friend. Pain is my friend. Pain is my friend. I keep repeating those four words in my head over and over again. I imagine myself with my hand outstretched holding hands with pain and taking it with me where I go. Well tonight in Daytona, I am kicking the doors wide open and allowing anyone to step through them and make their way down to ring, because I am laying down an open challenge. I am looking to get into the business of hurting someone, and I want to do it right now!

Norman clenches the microphone in his hand, but lowers it to his side as he looks towards the back waiting expectantly.

Jasper Phoenix: Norman has laid down the challenge tonight, I wonder if there are any cowards that will answer the call?

The theme tune belonging to Daniel Christian begins to play, but the Colorado native is quick in signaling for his music to be cut as he immediately starts to talk, whilst making his way down the entrance ramp.

Daniel Christian: Is this open challenge season, my guy? Last week not only did I make my debut, which was not only the quick victory in the history of this company - but I received thousands of messages for very eligible ladies wanting to spend the night with me. And I would be lying if I said I didn’t reply to some of them, especially those with husbands.If you want a challenge, then let me step in and make you the next guest of my vlog.

Christian steps through the ropes, as Norman starts walking towards him only for the ThawneTron to suddenly light up and none other than Maxwell Marquee.

Maxwell Marquee: Excuse me Gentlemen, but show some decorum and instead of looking at each other your attention should instead be me up on the big screen.

Norman and Daniel both looked annoyed, as Marquee has a cheeky grin on his as he carries on.

Maxwell Marquee: I think everyone in Daytona would be glad to know that your eyes don’t need to have to suffer having to watch these two men wrestle each other - that is hardly going to make for an entertaining match. If you want to be entertained, then you need gravitas, you need history. Last time me and Norman were in the same ring, I think I rightly remember that it was I who had my hand raised at the end of the affair. I think Norma would be far more interested in having the chance to get some retribution, than facing some young rookie who had to cheat in order to get a victory.

Daniel Christian doesn’t look at all pleased and is just about to say something when…




..the theme tune of the Raging Redneck begins to blast around the Ocean Center, which seems to really excite a large portion of the local fans. Out from the back riding a quad bike with a Confederate Flag attached to the back emerges the Raging Redneck who drives down to the ring to mass cheers before turning off the engine and sliding into the ring as he wrenches the microphone out of Daniel Christian’s hand as his music is cut.

Raging Redneck: I think there is a simple solution to this problem fellas. Why don’t we have this rookie Daniel Christian and the coward hiding behind the screen Maxwell Marquee fight amongst themselves this week, to see who will face Norman next week - so I can show my true patriotism by introducing this big fucker here the true meaning of freedom. Think you are a tough enough big boy?

Raging Redneck just grins as he cracks his knuckles and stares definitely at Norman.

Norman Namatjira: You really think that your drunk ass has…

Before Norman can carry on though, out from the back emerges a visibly bruised and beaten Buffalo Jones who interjects and cuts Norman off immediately.

Buffalo Jones: Daniel Christian. Who? Raging Redneck. Why? Maxwell Marquee. Where? Buffalo Jones. How? Those are the questions you should be asking Norman and the how is the most important, because even though I took one hell of a beating, do you even know how to get a win over a man with my skills in the ring. Feel free to challenge one of these other losers, but one I can actually offer you a challenge. And I am so confident that I would get the win over you, that I won’t even show up for work next week if by some miracle you manage to get the win over me. Because I am Buffalo Jones, and I am the only real man that has even answered the call tonight.

Buffalo begins to hobble towards the ring, only for Oliver Thawne to appear on the Thawnetron - segmenting the screen in half so Maxwell Marquee stills appear on it.

Oliver Thawne: I am going to need some form of order to deal with this situation. So many of you want a piece of Norman and if it is violence that Norman wants, then it will be violence that he will get as we are going to solve this situation the old school way. Norman. Maxwell. Daniel. Raging Redneck. Buffalo. The five of you are great, but I think have a magnificent seven is better than a famous five so I am going to throw Marquise Bridges and Cali Hayama into the mix as well because who doesn’t like to see Young Lions in action. Later on tonight, the seven of you are going to be locked within the confines of a steel cage as you will be battling in a Bunkhouse Stampede Rules match!

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We cut to the backstage area where Monstruo del Circo is pacing backstage, clearly deep in thought with a stern look, poised, ready for a fight. Bryce Montgomery is seen in the background slowly tip toe walking towards him mic in hand, whilst peering behind in the process wondering if he wants to walk back the other way. It's almost as if Circo can sense his presence, as he darts back towards him. Bryce stops dead in his tracks, and is able to mutter out some words.

Bryce Montgomery: …excuse me, Circo. May I ask why you got involved in the buried alive match earlier?

Circo pulls the mic towards him and barely looks at Bryce, quickly turning his focus to the camera. The intensity can be felt through the lens.

Monstruo del Circo: To make a statement. You see, I'm sick and tired of Blake Justice weaselling his way out of every chance I get at him. He's just a puppet on a string for the Cutters. It's time I cut that string and get him man-to-man. Just me and him in the boiler tonight. You realise how long I've been waiting to get my hands on him? I want to see him squirm. Let's see him try and find a way out of this one.

Circo looks back towards Bryce. Edging closer to him, whilst Bryce shows clear discomfort during the tense interview.

Monstruo del Circo: Relax, I know you're just doing your job. Now is not the time for speaking, I need to settle things between me and Blake once and for all. Words don't get us anywhere, but actions do. Blake can talk the talk all he wants. The hell he has caused me for months, it's time to return the bastard to whatever part of hell he belongs too. I should have finished the job when I was burying him a long time ago. It's time to rectify this mistake.

Circo looks back towards the camera. Taps the side of his head like a light bulb flicking on as he says his next piece of dialogue.

Monstruo del Circo: Oh, and believe me. I haven't forgotten about the Cutters unleashing their killer instinct on me either. They may think I have been busy with Blake Justice. Trust me, once I'm finished with Blake I know where I'm looking next. Let me tell you, the thoughts aren't pretty. Everybody will get their receipt, you will all pay a price. Be ready, because I am. You will get what you deserve, that's a promise.

Lucha Rules
Tag Team Match
The winner will enter the Tag Team Turmoil Match Last

Christopher McMichaels and Pariah v. Don Marshall and Jean-Louis Gagnon with Bobby Tremblay

As the next match begins, we hear announcer, Reina de la Cruz speak on the microphone.

Reina de la Cruz: The following tag team match is scheduled for one fall and it takes place under Lucha rules! In these rules, if your partner exits the ring, you may enter as a legal competitor without a tag. To be counted out, the competitor must fail to answer a 20 count. Disqualifications will be at the official’s discretion. The winning team will enter the tag team turmoil later tonight as the final entrants!

Pierce Donovan: The tag team turmoil later tonight will be for the rankings of what is looking to be an intriguing tag team division in AMA and entering last in that match will give you the best chance to have an easier road to the top.

Jasper Phoenix: But both these teams need to win quickly here. Even with a rest, if you waste your entire load fighting in this match, the advantage you get is gone.



The haunting opening of “Baby I’m Bleeding” by JPEGMAFIA begins over the venue’s PA systems as the lights dim all throughout the place as the Daytona Beach crowd jeers. The manager of the monster, 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 begins 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: Introducing the participants first, representing the Hamad Agency and accompanied by Shabazz Hamad, from the Flatbush neighborhood in Brooklyn, New York... weighing in at 472 pounds... he is “The Living Embodiment of Fear”... PARIAH!

Pierce Donovan: At Rush Hour, the Living Embodiment of Fear had no choice but to swallow his pride and said he respected one of his opponents tonight, Don Marshall. The Hamad Agency, after that ending, must do everything they can tonight to turn things around.

Jasper Phoenix: No kidding, Pariah is in a foul mood. I don’t care if Don Marshall ended up with a victory, you do not want to mess with a monster like this man when he’s out for revenge.

Getting to about mid-way down the ramp, we see Shabazz Hamad whisper something in his client’s ear, perhaps offering motivation, or strategy before the match, but his music cuts out and is replaced by his tag team partners.




The instrumental version of the classic piece by Jimi Hendrix plays, adding to the smoothness and grandeur of the Blueblood of the Hamad Agency. Making his way out, Christopher McMichaels contrasts his partner’s hulking entrance with an excess of pyrotechnics with him posing on the stage.

Reina de la Cruz: And introducing his tag team partner also representing the Hamad Agency from his seasonal residence in Monte Carlo, weighing in at 240 pounds, "The Blueblood" Christopher McMichaels!

Pierce Donovan: Also looking to change his fortune around is Christopher McMicheals. Also having his problems with the Northern Touch, he fell to Brandon Roberts under Pure Rules. But with his fellow Hamad Agency mate here, can they even the score and get revenge?

Jasper Phoenix: And considering how much this has fed into the Northern Touch’s pro-Canada schtick, I almost want the Hamad Agency to get revenge here.

Heading down the ramp, he gives a nod to Pariah before jumping onto the apron. His beast of a tag team partner follows. Christopher McMicheals steps into the ring and gets to the turnbuckles, gesturing “money” with his fingers. Pariah pulls his massive frame up to the apron and steps over the top turnbuckle, scowling at the fans. The theme music fades away.




The hip-hop tunes of the uber Canadians, “The Northern Touch” plays as the lights flash red and white. Both members of the team, Jean-Louis Gagnon, and Don Marshall, make their way out, strutting and peacocking, also drawing jeers from the fans. Johnny falls to his knees and makes what can best be described as a “fuckboi face” and points to his left arm, sticking out, trying to show he has “ice in his veins.” The Big man, Don Marshall stands right behind him, brings his hands to his mouth, and spreads his arms out wide as smoke erupts around them, followed by gold, red, and silver streamers exploding above them. Behind them, their manager, Bobby Tremblay makes his way out and pats his good ol’ Canadian boys on the shoulders before they all deuce it up and strut their ways down the ring.

Reina de la Cruz: And their opponents, accompanied to the ring by Bobby Tremblay, from the Great White North of Canada, at a combined weight of 505 bounds, the team of Jean-Louis Gagnon, and Don Marshall, the Northern Touch!

Pierce Donovan: Can the fans have a team to cheer in this match? On one hand, we have the Hamad Agency with a history of doing things like calling hits out, then we have two Canadians who sure, are talented, all four are, but have made it their mission to stick it to the United States.

Jasper Phoenix: The fans will cheer who they want because that is what wrestling is all about! Besides, we all know that making fun of the United States is all that Canadians have. But this match is a perfect way for both these groups to settle their score and maybe get a potential advantage in the tag team division.

As the three head down the ramp, they talk trash to the Floridian fans. We can hear Don Marshall yell at a fan while he is flexing, “We don’t need a second amendment when we have these guns!” and Johnny joins him in flexing. Getting at ringside, the agile Jean-Louis Gagnon jumps on the apron and leaps over the top rope. He spins around and spreads his arms out wide, chest pumped out.. Don Marshall menacingly walks over the top rope with ease, and raises a single fist in the air as he and Johnny soak up the boos with absolute love. Bobby Tremblay claps on the outside as their theme fades away.

After discussion between both teams, we begin this match how the main event of Rush Hour went. Don Marshall and Pariah make their way into the ring, the two powerhouses of the teams.

Pierce Donovan: A repeat of Rush Hour is coming but will this be the same result?

Jasper Phoenix: As the kids, it is two beefy boys slapping BEEF!

The bell rings and the two participants square up, the bad blood still remaining from the previous show. Eyebrows furrowed, looking at the Saskatchewan native with rage, Pariah mutters, which is caught on camera. “I don’t care, I still don’t respect you…” and Don Marshall gets forehead to forehead with the “The Living Embodiment of Fear,” showing he has none…

And Pariah overhand chops Marshall’s chest, leaving a loud slap heard in the arena.

Pierce Donovan: JESUS! Christ!

Jasper Phoenix: Any other man’s chest would be powder…

Don Marshall winces, but he responds with a knife edge chop of his own and a forearm! Both leave equally wince-inducing sounds, but Pariah remains hard headed and responds with another chop, causing Don to buckle back! Finally, a lariat is hit on Pariah by Don Marshall and the two titans remain standing!

Pierce Donovan: Chops and slaps and both these men are throwing their weight around.

Getting tired of the standoff, Don Marshall grabs Pariah by the head and throws multiple elbows at the jaw! Trying to wear down the big man! Pariah gets to a knee and Marshall runs off the ropes…

But he is taken down by a shoulder block! Don Marshall quickly rolls to his feet and Pariah slaps the taste out of his mouth before throwing multiple punches! Don Marshall falls back into the ropes and Pariah Irish whips on across the ring. Meeting him in the middle he pounces Don Marshall sending him crashing towards the ropes and the Saksatchewan native rolls out of the ring out of instinct.

Jasper Phoenix: Pariah is like a human tank! Don Marshall is no small man and he just sent him flying!

Pierce Donovan: I think you nailed it when you said don’t deal with an angry Pariah.

Focusing on the man who forced him to relent at Rush Hour, Pariah walks towards the ropes and steps over it..

As Jean-Louis Gagnon kicks the rope, crotching him on the top rope! Right in his little Pariah’s. The referee scolds Jean-Louis Gagnon, but since the disqualifications are more lax in this environment, just gives a warning as Gagnon jumps into the ring, making him the legal competitor and he quickly chops Pariah in the back of the leg!

Pierce Donovan: With Don on the outside, Jean-Louis Gagnon has entered this match and is trying to chop the big man down!

Jasper Phoenix: And there goes his hopes of having kids! Jean-Louis can’t fight strike for strike with him, so he has to slowly chop him down!

Trying to think fast while he has Pariah on a knee, Jean-Louis backs up and quickly nails the big man in the side of the head with a thrust kick! Then another! Pariah doesn’t collapse yet as Jean-Louis hits a third! Now he is on his hands and knees! Running off the ropes, Gagnon wraps his legs around his head and drops him face first into the canvas with a spiking hurricanrana…

And Pariah springs back up, fuming! Jean-Louis Gagnon does his usual chest out, arms spread pose and spins around… seeing Pariah back to his feet…

Jasper Phoenix: Oh well, it is at this moment…

Pierce Donovan: That Jean-Louis realized he messed up..

Grabbing Jean-Louis by the throat, Pariah tosses the high-flying Canadian into a neutral corner and thrusts his shoulder into his abdomen multiple times. As the match official gets Pariah to back up, the super heavyweight charges forward and splashes Gagnon in the corner! With his knees weak like spaghetti, Jean-Louis tries to hold himself up by the ropes, but Pariah scoops him up in his arms and parades him around the ring. As Don Marshall gets back to the apron, Pariah looks directly at his rival then sends Jean-Louis Gagnon flying towards the Hamad Agency’s corner with a Fallaway slam!

As soon as Pariah gets up, Shabazz Hamad motions for Pariah to tag out and after mulling it over for a few seconds, he lets his partner in the match and now Christopher McMichaels is in. Jean-Louis tries to pull himself up by the corner turnbuckles, but the Blueblood stomps away at his chest multiple times before he chokes him with his foot, gesturing “money” with his fingers, “My money’s worth more than yours even with conversion!” He shouts before breaking away, taunting the crowd. Pariah chokes him with the referee’s back turned and quickly lets go before he is noticed.

Pulling the Quebecois out of the corner, Christopher quickly does a front facelock and sends Gagnon overhead with a snap suplex! Keeping hold he rolls Jean-Louis to his stomach and knees him in the head. Switching to a rear-waist lock, he pulls his smaller opponent up to his feet and drops him butt first on his rear with an atomic drop and then quickly pulls him down to the mat by his hair. The official once again reprimands his team, but McMichaels simply grins and drops a knee on Jean-Louis’ face and goes for a cover.

One

T-

Pierce Donovan: Not nearly there as Jean-Louis kicks out.

Jasper Phoenix: And here comes the part of the match where the Hamad Agency grinds down the Canadian.

And a relatively easy kick-out for Jonny Lou as Christopher McMichaels quickly puts on a neck crank hold and tries to grind down his opponent. Mouthing off to the fans, we hear Christopher say, “I’m not paid by the hour, but I got another match later, Might as well not over do it,” taking the piss out of the idea of a “rest hold.” Bobby Tremblay shouts on the outside for his client to focus. Getting the message, Gagnon slowly gets back to his feet, trying to claw his way out of the hold. But a quick knee lift from Christopher breaks his chances. With direction from Shabazz Hamad again, Christopher McMichaels tags out to Pariah. The big man steps into the ring and before exiting, Christopher McMicaels picks up Jean-Louis Gagnon and Irish whips him towards Pariah who takes him out with a lariat, flipping the smaller man on impact!

Pierce Donovan: That clothesline just took Johnny Lou’s head off!

Jasper Phoenix: I’ve never seen a Canadian just fly like that!

Now Pariah takes his turn with a pin, trying to win this quick to avoid being beaten down for the turmoil later on.

One

Two-

And Jean-Louis Gagnon keeps himself in this match, but isn’t safe as Pariah drags him onto the ropes and chokes him out. The official counts and the big man breaks at four. As Pariah is about to pull his beaten up foe off the mat…

Shabazz Hamad once again orders him to tag. Pariah is visibly annoyed, shouting at his manager, “I got this!” but the head of the Agency retorts, “We need to keep you two fresh. We don’t want you blowing it again…”

And Pariah slaps Christopher McMichaels hand extra hard for the tag.

Pierce Donovan: Some tension building in the Hamad Agency. We already knew there was some ill feelings from last month, but Pariah isn’t a fan of this strategy.

Jasper Phoenix: But it is basic tag team psychology, frequent tags, keep both men fresh.

After having to shake his hand to get the feeling back in it, Christopher walks around his grounded foe, looking for an angle to attack from. He grabs him in a rear waist-lock and quickly nails a German suplex! Keeping hold, he follows through with another suplex, this time a backdrop suplex and Jean-Louis is nearly folded over! Sitting up, the cocky Christopher McMichaels shouts “My suplexes are money! Name a city after them!” before he mounts the back of Gagnon and hits him with several crossface forearms and then gets a half-nelson locked in. Pulling the high-flying technical star up, McMichaels is looking for a third suplex as he lifts him up…

And Jean-Louis Gagnon flips out of the move! Thinking he hit the suplex, Christopher McMichaels flexes as both Pariah and Shabazz Hamad try to get his attention but Jean-Louis nails a low dropkick to the back of the head!

Pierce Donovan: And the cockiness of Christopher McMichaels cost him there!

Jasper Phoenix: It is one trait both teams share to a degree and it can motivate you or end up costing you like it did there!

Christopher McMichaels rolls to his feet while holding the back of his head as Le Fantastique, Jean-Louis forearms him in the face, forcing him to the ropes. Irish whipping him to the opposite side of the ring, he first drops down, then leap frogs his opponent and on the third go around he uses the momentum to plant him in the mat with a Michanoku Driver! He hooks both legs, looking for a pin.

One

Two-

And the move is not enough as Christopher McMichaels forces his shoulders off the mat with a two count. Don Marshall extends his hand for a tag and Jean-Louis nods in his direction. Grabbing the wrist of his opponent, Jean-Louis Gagnon runs up the ropes towards his corner, letting Don Marshall tag himself in before nailing a rope walk Tornado DDT, spiking Christopher head first into the mat!

Pierce Donovan: Beautiful Tornado DDT from the Quebecois! And now Don Marshall is entering to-

Mid-sentence from the commentator, a dazed Christopher McMichaels rolls his way out of the ring, giving himself a chance to breathe.

Jasper Phoenix: Spoke too soon, Pierce! Smart move from Christopher McMichaels and I can guess-

Almost on cue, Pariah steps in the ring, allowing himself to be the legal competitor under Lucha rules and he quickly charges, nailing a body block on Don Marshall who was looking at Christopher McMichaels!

Jasper Phoenix: Exactly! Now the destroyer of the team is going to pick up the pieces!

With Jean-Louis still in the ring, the smaller competitor tries to even the odds, but he is met with a hard chop from Pariah! Then Pariah does the same to Don Marshall. He is trying to take on both men as Shabazz Hamad shouts on the outside to get one of them out of the ring. Pariah grabs Jean-Louis and tries to throw him through the middle and top rope, but the agile competitor grabs the ropes, and spins himself back into the ring!

Pierce Donovan: Jeez the agility-

Rather than following through with a lariat as normal, he slides through the big man’s legs, distracting him for a moment to let big Don Marshall nailing him in the face with a big boot! The numbers is starting to catch up with Pariah! Jean-Louis Gagnon nails a superkick followed by a lariat from his partner! The big man isn’t down on the ground yet, but he is getting beaten up. Forearm from Jean-Louis, uppercut from Marshall, then another superkick from Gagnon and another hard lariat from Don Marshall brings Pariah to a knee!

The official’s patience wears thin and he requests that Jean-Louis gets out of the ring and this is where they get an idea. The smaller man of the team slides to the apron, following the request of the referee as Don Marshall, with all his might, slowly picks up Pariah by the legs and he gets him off the ground! The gasp at the strength!

Pierce Donovan: What are they thinking? How can Don Marshall get him up like that?!

Jasper Phoenix: I don’t know but this will end badly!

As Pariah is lifted off the ground, Jean-Louis Gagnon springboards through the air, nailing a clothesline as Don Marshall plants the big man! A springboard assisted Hart Attack leaves a big thud in the ring!

Pierce Donovan: Hart attack! Hart attack from the Northern Touch!

Jasper Phoenix: It’s over!

As Don Marshall slowly gets a cover, Jean-Louis Gagnon looks to the outside to see Christopher McMichaels returning to his feet. Taking out the other man he dives to the outside, nailing a tope con Hilo on the rich man! Now Don Marshall has a pin!

One


Two


Thr-

And Pariah gets his shoulder up!

Pierce Donovan: Not yet! Not yet!

Jasper Phoenix: I’m shocked! At Pariah’s weight, any slam, if you can somehow pick him up, is going to be even more effective than most!

Feeling his back after the massive effort it took to pick the big man up, Don Marshall gets to his feet and catches his breath for a second. Not yet. Bobby Tremblay shouts at his client to “get on the fatty!” and after a second, he continues. As Pariah gets to a knee, Don Marshall pulls his opponent to a vertical base and Irish whips him into the corner. First he nails him in the chest with a clothesline! Pariah doesn’t budge. Aiming a bit higher, Don Marshall backs up and nails a corner big boot and finally Pariah bounces off. Pulling him by the arm, Marshall hits not one, but two short arm clotheslines. He charges for a third and Pariah bounces off the ropes… into a Discus Lariat that finally takes Pariah down!

Pierce Donovan: Finally the Prairie man chops down Pariah!

Jasper Phoenix: What a clothesline, he took his head off!

Once again going for a pin, Don Marshall hooks the beefy leg of the big man.

One


Two


Th-

And no! Pariah just manages to get his shoulder up! The Hamad Agency is still in the match. Frustrated, Don Marshall swears under his breath and backs up to the corner. A big ol’ Shit Kicker is coming to punch his team’s ticket to the Turmoil match. Slowly, Pariah gets to his feet and Don Marshall charges…

But Pariah side steps and catches him in a spinning sidewalk slam!

Pierce Donovan: The Pump kick is avoided and Pariah has a chance to turn the tide!

Jasper Phoenix: But the man may need a chance to tag out in this match, this time willingly.

Looking for a way to get out of the match, he looks towards his team’s corner, but Chirstpher McMichaels is still recovering on the outside. He has to hold the fort for a few moments longer. Rolling Don Marshall to his stomach, Pariah clubs the back, nailing him in the kidneys before wrenching the gut. Standing up, he holds Don Marshall in the air and nails a deadlift Gutwrench suplex! What power by the big man!? Following through he runs off the ropes and drops a leg across the chest and just sits there, pinning Don Marshall down.

One

Two

T-

And Don Marshall pushes the leg off. Shabazz Hamad pounds the mat in frustration, shouting “HOOK THE LEG!” and Pariah glares in frustration. “I’ll end the fucker!” He shouts to his representative and he begins to drag Don Marshall to an open corner. Banzai drop incoming. As he drops the arm of Don Marshall, Pariah puts both his feet on the middle turnbuckle…

And Don Marshall gets up and pushes Pariah’s feet, letting him fall to the mat!

Pierce Donovan: Don Marshall just saved himself from disaster!

Jasper Phoenix: I don’t care who you are, Pariah jumping on you from that height can put you out of commission, good awareness.

Don Marshall, still getting his wits about himself, looks around and sees Jean-Louis being checked on by Bobby Tremblay. After that dive, he is not quite ready to get back in the match. Pulling Pariah’s head to be between his thighs, the fans gasp, is he actually going to try and piledrive the big man. Slowly, he lifts his feet off the mat…

Pierce Donovan: No no no, is he going to do it!?

Jasper Phoenix: A broken neck incoming!

But the weight is too much and he drops Pariah back down to the mat. Recovering, Pariah quickly goes under his arm and picks him up for a brutal spinning Uranage!

Pierce Donovan: PROTECT YA NECK!

One of Pariah’s big moves hits and he glances to the apron and finally he sees Christopher McMichaels on the apron. He tags in his partner and he quickly goes into the ring. Grabbing both of Marshall’s legs, he wraps them together around his own leg and steps over, Sharpshooter!

Pierce Donovan: And the Sharpshooter is locked in!

Jasper Phoenix: A sharpshooter on a Canadian? How insulting! That move is basically a national treasure in Canada! What’s next? Is the bell going to ring?

Pierce Donovan: It will if he gets the submission here!

Bending the legs and the spine of Don Marshall, Christopher McMichaels has his eyes on the prize. Due to ring positioning, Don Marshall isn’t quite in the center of the ring, but Christopher stands between him and the ropes. With both partners back in their corners, we see Jean-Louis Gagnon shouting at his partner to get to the ropes, and Pariah, still catching his breath, watches on.

The official asks if Don Marshall gives and the big bearded native of Regina shakes his head, then, Chris grabs the ropes, pushing off them for extra leverage, letting go whenever the referee looks his way. Bobby Trembly gets the referee’s attention, by trying to point this out and gives Christopher McMichaels more room to grab the ropes…

As Jean-Louis Gagnon kicks his hand off! McMichaels lets go of the submission and tries to grab the Quebecer, but he is pulled throat first across the ropes. The official turns around as Don Marshall rolls out of the ring and Jean-Louis steps in, he’s the legal competitor.

Pierce Donovan: Opportune break up by Jean-Louis as he enters the match!

Jasper Phoenix: Tres Fantasique! It’s genius!

Coming up from behind, Gagnon jumps and wraps his legs around his opponent’s neck, spiking him into the mat with a poison rana! Waiting for Christopher to get to his hands and knees, Jean-Louis charges off the ropes and hits a running Quebecois Destroyer!

Pierce Donovan: And that is how you break a neck! Quebecois Destroyer!

Jasper Phoenix: This match has reached its fin! That means end in French!

Jean-Louis Gagnon has a hard time getting him to his back, but eventually puts Christopher McMichaels in a pin.

One

Two-

And Pariah drops a double axe-handle to the back of Jean-Louis!

Pierce Donovan: Pariah saves this match for his team.

Jasper Phoenix: I’m surprised he can move that fast to break up the pin.

Pariah aggressively grabs Jean-Louis by the collar and just YEETS him into the corner with a beil toss, causing him to flip over! He rolls his partner out of the ring to become the legal competitor and he waits for Jean-Louis to get up. Both managers are anxiously walking back and forth, shouting at their wrestlers. Any warnings from Bobby Temblay falls on deaf ears however as Pariah splashes him in the corner! Dragging him out, he quickly picks up Jean-Louis Gagnon and slams him down with a powerbomb!

Pierce Donovan: And Pariah is starting to go on a rampage!

Jasper Phoenix: But does he have enough in the tank to win?

Sure enough, the commentator makes a good point as we see Pariah panting a bit. Slowly, he drags Jean-Louis to his feet and locks in a bear hug, squeezing the life out of the smaller opponent. The Quebecer shouts in French, “tabarnak!” as he is shaked around from the hold. He doesn’t give up however. Realizing his grip is slipping, rather than keeping it in, Pariah turns it into a side-belly-to-belly, slamming him down!

Taking down his straps, Pariah looks towards the corner and begins to drag Jean-Louis Gagnon towards it…

“TAG OUT!”

We hear Shabazz Hamad shout at ringside. Christopher McMichaels stands on the apron with his hand out… But Pariah instead drops his grip and shouts, “I got this! I got this fool!”

Pierce Donovan: And there is a bit of tension forming with the Hamad Agency.

Jasper Phoenix: Why? Pariah is tired, he should tag out.

The team shouts amongst themselves. Shabazz Hamad points to Jean-Louis who is rolling on the mat. “Christopher needs to get even,” while Christopher, in frustration shouts, “Listen, fatass!” and Pariah gets in his face…

Pierce Donovan: This will NOT end up good.

Jasper Phoenix: There goes their chances, HEY WATCH OUT!

Out of nowhere, Don Marshall comes rushing in and pushes Pariah into his own partner, knocking Christopher McMichaels off the apron and into his manager!

Pariah, realizing what happened, turns around and gets a Pump kick to the face! A Shit Kicker to the head!

Pierce Donovan: Shit Kicker!

Preventing Pariah from falling down, Don Marshall pushes Pariah towards his tag team partner and Jean-Louis Gagnon puts his head between his thighs and locks both arms in a double underhook… and plants him with the double underhook facebuster!

Pierce Donovan: Bitches' Brew! It’s over!

Jasper Phoenix: A devastating combination of both their moves.

With some help from Don, Jean-Louis slowly rolls Pariah to the mat and hooks the leg.

One


Two


Three!!!

Pierce Donovan: And the Northern Touch win! They are going on to the Tag Team Turmoil later tonight after a breakdown of the Hamad Agency cost their opponents!

Jasper Phoenix: But they had to put up a fight to get there, and if I was them, I’d take time to rest before coming back out.




Reina de la Cruz: And your winners, and going on to the Tag Team Turmoil, The Northern Touch!

The Northern Touch theme plays as both Don Marshall and Jean-Louis Gagnon roll out of the ring. They had another win over their rivals. They do their “deuces” pose together as Bobby Tremblay tries to get his boys to calm down. “We have more work tonight, take it easy, eh?” He says as he pats them both on the back. They taunt the Hamad Agency who are now all in the ring together, fuming. Then, the attention of the Hamad Agency turns to each other.

Pierce Donovan: You have a point, Jasper. Everyone got thrown around in this match and even with some rest, competing in multiple matches in a single night is a test. It will not be just a challenge for the Northern Touch and the rest of the teams in the Tag Team Turmoil, who have to do it back to back, but for those in the Gold Rush finals tonight.

Jasper Phoenix: Tonight will test the resolve of the entire roster and those who can make it through multiple matches, no matter the result, will make an impression tonight.

As the Northern Touch head to the back and their music fades, we see the Hamad Agency, arguing in the ring. Shabaaz and Christopher seem to be on one side, while Pariah is all alone in the argument, being pinned and refusing to tag out.

Pierce Donovan: And looks like the Hamad Agency isn’t done with their “business meetings” yet. But we need to cut to a break. Stay tuned to AMA for some great action tonight and maybe we’ll see the fallout of this.

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The camera takes us backstage earlier in the evening. We enter the locker room now where a lone man is sitting on the bench, his head buried in his hands looking dejected. A loud series of vibrations cuts the silence as he fumbles through his gym bag to answer. He raises his head and we see that it is in fact Tetsuo Ishii.He appears to not have slept in days and is devoid of his usual charm and silly antics. He opens his modest smartphone and answers the video call. A black-hooded figure.

???: You disappoint us Mr. Ishii. Liberty still has her title shot. You did not do as you were told.

The voice is obviously altered as it sounds robotic and impossibly deep. Ishii instantly starts to panic and yells out:

Tetsuo Ishii: Is she ok? Please don’t hurt her! I’m sorry!

Unshaken, the figure continues in the same distorted monotone voice:

???: Your so-called daughter is safe, for now. But you, Mr. Ishii, need to learn a lesson in respect. How incompetent are you that you cannot accomplish such a simple task for us. Are we asking for too much?

Ishii continues to plead:

Tetsuo Ishii: No…I’m sorry. Please give me another chance. I will get the title shot from Liberty tonight no matter how much I have to beg. Anything!

An awkward pause follows. Finally, the figure answers:

???: ...Good. Now go do it.

The line abruptly closes and Tetsuo throws the phone angrily back into his bag.

Tetsuo Ishii: What the hell did I get you involved in Yuki. I’ll get you back even if it kills me.

AMA GRAND CHAMPIONSHIP
Gold Rush Tournament
Semifinals Match

Killer Kandi v. Max Maverick




“I want my MTV!”

The lights go out and the intro to "Money for Nothing" begins to play and after about 35 seconds the song kicks in, the lights come back on 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, CA and weighing in at 277 lbs. He is 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. Max jumps off the turnbuckle and continues to pose and then removes his jacket and hands it off to the ringside attendant.




“Swallow My Bullet” plays out now and Killer Kandi makes her way out on stage while the fans show their appreciation for her while she poses. After posing for the fans on stage, Kandi makes her way down to the ring.

Reina de la Cruz: Making her down to the ring, from Memphis, Tennessee and weighing in at 125 lb, she is “The Diamond Breaker” Killer Kandi!

Pierce Donovan: Neither competitor has had an easy road on the way to the finals and it won’t be any easier for either of them tonight.

Jasper Phoenix: What are you talking about, Pierce?! Kandi’s opponent didn’t even show up last week while Maverick had to contend with Buffalo Jones!

Pierce Donovan: I seem to recall Maverick’s fellow Hammad Agency mate, Pariah, giving Max the easy win in the first round.

Jasper Phoenix: I don’t remember that.

Pierce Donovan: How convenient.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Maverick looks over at Kandi from his corner and smirks. He holds his hand out looking for a test of strength from Kandi, and he assures her that he’s serious. She hesitantly reaches out but he instantly pulls his hand back, then points and laughs at her. Kandi glares at Max, who holds his hand out again, and without hesitation she quickly grabs him by the hand before he can pull back and she takes him down with an arm drag! It’s Kandi’s turn to point and laugh, much to the chagrin of Max, who orders the referee to make Kandi back up. Kandi reluctantly backs away and Max rises up from his knees. The two of them begin to circle each other and eventually go in for a collar and elbow tie up, and then Max quickly transitions behind Kandi with a rear waistlock and smacks her on the back of head before shoving her away.

Pierce Donovan: Max Maverick and his mind games on full display here thus far, and Kandi is growing more flustered by the second.

Jasper Phoenix: Max doing his best to outsmart Kandi and trying to force her to get caught up in her emotions.

Kandi is irate now and charges at Max with a clothesline attempt, but he counters and sends her off the ropes and off the rebound he goes for a back body drop on Kandi, yet she manages to gingerly land feet first behind Max and drills him with a forearm to the back before catching him with a back slide pin attempt!

One…
NO!

Max kicks out and rolls through and this time he counters a clothesline from Kandi into an arm drag! Kandi quickly pops back up but she’s caught by a standing dropkick from Max that knocks her off her feet! Max lies in wait as Kandi is helping herself back to her feet and he strikes with a running bulldog! Kandi is planted face first to canvas and Max quickly goes for the pin attempt!

One…
NO!

Max quickly applied a rear chin lock on Kandi bringing the match to a momentary halt. Max proceeds to dig his knee into Kandi’s lower back to add unnecessary misery to the mix, while she’s trying to reach out but to no avail. Kandi begins to feed off the positive energy from the crowd that’s trying to pull her back in, and she begins to rise up while Max does his best to maintain pressure on the hold yet Kandi breaks free and counters with a judo throw taking Max over her shoulder and to the mat! Max is up but Kandi is quicker on the exchange and strikes with a European uppercut! Kandi follows that up with a forearm smash and then a snap suplex! Max sits up holding his lower back as Kandi grabs him in a rear waist lock and hits a bridging german suplex!

One…
TW-NO!

Max kicks out and rolls underneath the bottom rope all the way to the outside for a powder. Kandi isn’t here to take breaks though and climbs to the top before leaping off and connecting with a top rope moonsault to Max on the outside! Kandi composes herself and tosses Maverick back in the ring. She hops up on the apron and then climbs back up top again, and this time she goes for a diving meteora, but Max was ready as he catches her mid-air and counters with a powerbomb into a jackknife pin attempt!

One…
TW-NO!

Kandi kicks out this time!

Jasper Phoenix: Kandi taking one risk too many and it costs her as Max Maverick regains control!

Max stalks Kandi now and smacks her on the head as she tries to rise up. Max then kicks her back down and lays in some stomps to her. He rolls her over and goes for and connects with a springboard moonsault into a pin!

One…
Two…
THR-NO!

“Come on, stay down you dumb broad!”

Max begins to shout at Kandi and he’s not doing himself any favors with the fans, in particular the ladies, who jeer him loudly. He brings Kandi back up and irish whips her to the corner, and goes for a running splash but Kandi moves out of the way and Max hits the turnbuckle hard! Max stumbles back from the corner and Kandi strikes with a running swinging neckbreaker! Kandi lays motionless on her back as she takes in some labored breaths before kipping back up and she continues to feed off the energy from the crowd as she lies in wait and just as Max is up she goes for the Diamond Shattering Spear, but Max moves out of the way and Kandi stops herself in the corner before she crashes and burns. She turns around right into a discus forearm smash from Max! He follows up with a basement dropkick to the knees and finishes her off with a basement hurricanrana!

Max brings her back up and goes for Goodnight, Irene, but Kandi counters out of it, spins behind Max and she tries for the Kandi Apple but counters back and spins out of it attempts another hammerlock lariat but Kandi blocks it with a headbutt that stuns Max! She goes for the Kandi Krusher this time but Max counters with a forearm smash to the back of her head and hits Maximum Overdrive! Max makes the cover!

One…
Two…
THREE!

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We hear a ruckus coming from the office and the camera enters to catch Liberty berating Oliver Thawne and Sean Classic, one hand firmly on the desk and her right arm flailing and waving about as she shouts obscenities.

Liberty Oliviera Lawson: Are you two numskulls serious right now? How the hell are you letting all these lunatics interfere in marquee matches? MY matches! Do you know how much eyes and dollars I bring to this sorry excuse of promotion? Look at this!

She points at her voluptuous curves.

Liberty Oliviera Lawson: This prints money! How dare Tetsuo Ishii, Malice, and worse, that freakshow Aka Yurei cost me my opportunity at being the champion!

Brow full of sweat, Oliver wipes his forehead and begins to talk. Sean Classic knows better than to mutter a single word.

Oliver Thawne: Miss Liberty I understand all of your frustrations but unfortunately this is the volatile nature of the business. Performers go into business for themself, but I can assure that we at AMA do everything possible to ensure fair and equitable competition. You do, however, still have your guaranteed future title shot, so not all is lost. Please do try and see things from a positive light...

Liberty has heard enough and cuts him off.

Liberty Oliviera Lawson: Typical rich white male, couldn’t give a shit what happens to the sexier gender would ya? Probably haven’t seen a kitty in over 20 years! Whatever, if you won’t deal with this crap I’ll do it myself.

She turns to Sean Classic.

Liberty Oliviera Lawson: And you, you’ve lost all privileges to even LOOK at my body you pathetic limp old bitch! You better watch your back!

Liberty turns around and slams the door behind her.

Sean Classic goes to to speak but Oliver talks over him first.

Oliver Thawne: Not a word Sean. Don’t say a goddamn word!

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Garrbadgge Von Truck: My name is Garrbadgge Von Truck and I am the supreme leader and the ruling force of AMA and my orders are currently taken by two of the finest men in wrestling today - Mr. Jones and Mr. Whistle. But it won’t be too long before everyone in this organization is on their hands and knees bowing before me on my throne chanting Ave, Ave, Ave, Ave!

Von Truck's accent remains strongly German, although to a keener ear it is littered with candor that you would only expect from a well spoken and posh English person. The tone is authoritative, to the point that it is hard to work out whether his character is meant to be taken seriously or whether this is some sort of joke.

Garrbadgge Von Truck: As I stand before you all, as your supreme leader and the true authority - at this time I am able to inform you that the troops are being sent in. A blitzkrieg is being sent through your doors, and the one thing that is going to remain on its own two feet is The High Command. There are only two options, take the knee or face eternal darkness. Ave, Ave, Ave, Ave!

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Liberty slams the door behind her as she exits the office, having vented her frustrations about losing her Gold Rush match due to interference. She smiles while simultaneously turning another shade of red as Tetsuo Ishii enters the scene, the very same who cost her the match!

Liberty Oliviera Lawson: Well ain’t this my lucky day! Hope you have death wish you little bitch because I’m going to knock your damn teeth in then take your right arm with me back to my locker room!

Liberty begins to charge him with her right fist cocked but Tetsuo gets on his knees and puts his hands up in a begging motion

Tetsuo Ishii: Please, Miss Liberty! They have my daughter!

Liberty Oliviera Lawson: I don’t give two shits about your prepubescent cosplaying dumbass of a daughter, bro. You cost me a shot at being the very first Grand Champion, I can never get that back! I should slap your head off your shoulders right now. Give a reason not to!

Tetsuo Ishii: I will serve you for a month!

Liberty Oliviera Lawson: Excuse me?

Tetsuo Ishii: I will do your bidding, your laundry, your errands…anything you want!

Liberty Oliviera Lawson: Are you suggesting you’ll be my butler?

Tetsuo Ishii: In exchange for a match for you future title shot

Liberty Oliviera Lawson: You have a lot of nerve making demands. 2 months!

Tetsuo Ishii: Fine!

Liberty smiles and stick her hand out and shakes Tetsuo’s.

Liberty Oliviera Lawson: So I get to kick your ass tonight and you’ll be my slave for two months? You really are a loser!

She laughs and walks away. Tetsuo stands there, disgusted with himself.

Steel Cage Bunkhouse Stampede Match
Norman Namatjira v. Daniel Christian v. Marquise Bridges v. Cali Hayama v. Raging Redneck v. Maxwell Marquee v. Buffalo Jones

All seven entrants are standing in the ring, with the sixteen foot high steel cage surrounding the ring. The bell has rung, but everyone is on edge and there seems no immediate rush to break out into any physical action only for Norman to spin on his axis and send Marquise Bridges down onto his back with a solid forearm smash that replicates removing a plug from a dam as all hell breaks loose in the confines of the ring as the other five competitors go to all out war. The cameras however, remain focused on Norman and Marquise Bridges with Bridges looking absolutely stunned on the mat. Namatjira though, wouldn’t allow Bridges a moment to even recover as he would punt kick the Brooklyn native in the ribs before grabbing him by the ankles and start dragging him towards the cage door. Norman wouldn’t be given the chance to get any further though, as the Raging Redneck would charge forward and connect with a High Knee to Norman’s chin causing him to drop to one knee and release his grip on Bridges.

Jasper Phoenix: This match was always going to be nuts, but did you see the force behind that knee from the Raging Redneck. That loser might be perpetually drunk, but he just went to war with a man I would consider the most dangerous element in this entire contest.

Pierce Donovan: With seven participants in this contest, even outsiders have a chance of walking away with the big win.

The camera cuts to another area of the ring, as Cali Hayama and Maxwell Marquee are exchanging shots with Maxwell connects with a chop only for Hayama to respond with sharp kick to the mid-section and this rally of shots is at a constant for well over thirty seconds only for the pair to be barrelled over by Buffalo Jones who had been irish whipped towards them Daniel Christian who was continuing to be making a name for himself, following his impressive debut at the previous show. Christian would run in and just as Hayama was getting back to her feet would drop her down to the mat with the Slingblade!

Jasper Phoenix: Slingbade by Christian! This youngster is really showing the entire roster that he is so much more than a one hit wonder, Hayama was left eating nothing but the taste of pure punishment there!

Raging Redneck on the other side of the ring has pushed Maxwell Marquee into the corner turnbuckle and demanded the door to the Steel Cage be opened as he continued to wash Marquee’s face with his forearm doing his best to wear down the Drama King as the door is finally open. Redneck though, seems aware as he ducks out of the way just in time as The Dharawal Warrior hits Maxwell with the Pounce that causes him to just be sent through the ring ropes and tumble from the ring and through the open cage door and out to the floor below.

Maxwell Marquee Eliminated

Norman nostrils flare as he smells the air to show his pleasure of claiming the first of the match, but before he realises what is going on Bridges has springboarded himself off the ring ropes and landed on top of Norman’s shoulder before launching himself straight at the Raging Redneck and connecting with Jumping Hurrcanrana and with all the momentum build up manages to eject the Country Bumpkin from the ring for two elimination in quick succession. Norman and Marquise have a silent moment of respect between each other, before they start throwing rainmakers at each other as the cage door is closed once more.

Raging Redneck Eliminated

Christian, Hayama and Jones continue to have a three person exchange on the other side of the ring, but it becomes apparent that Buffalo Jones is very much getting the better of the other two and would finally drop Christian down to the floor with a perfectly placed Bionic Elbow that results in a massive cheer from the crowd especially when Daniel Christian oversells the move really putting Jones over in that one moment. Jones wouldn’t even be given a moment though as Cali Hayama would have vaulted up onto the top rope and springboarded off and come straight down on top of Jones with some height clearance and wipes him out with the Barrel Roll.

Pierce Donovan: We have had two eliminations now with Raging Redneck and Maxwell Marquee being removed in quick succession. As the number in this match decreases, favourites really start to emerge. Who do you think has the advantage at this moment in time Jasper?

Jasper Phoenix: It still has to be Norman. The man is literally a human tank, and it is going to be next to impossible for anyone to remove him from the ring.

Hayama would look pleased with herself as he puts her hands down to make an ‘M’ symbol to show her joy, but not paying attention to her surroundings as Buffalo Jones slowly pushes himself back to his feet and stamps on the back of Cali’s knee forcing her to drop to her knees before running towards the ropes with the intention of connecting with the The Imploder only for Marquise Bridges to cut Buffalo off at the pass and connect with a Jumping Clothesline causing him to a topple like a car being T-boned at an intersection. Before Hayama is able to stand up though, she is nailed by Norman with the Wigun (his version of a Spear) and she is sent crashing to the mat with the full force of the 320lbs Australian.

Jasper Phoenix: Get the body bag! The Dharwal Warrior just ended Hayama's career before it could even begin. Danger close!

Norman flexes his muscles to be punched in the back by Daniel Christian, but the much larger man doesn’t even flinch as he turns around and just looks furious as he pops Christian in the chin with a closed fist punch that sends him toppling over and colliding into the steel cage as he gets caught up in the ropes. Norman and Bridges seem to exchange words, as they point towards Buffalo Jones and in unison pick him up and run towards the opposite side of the ring and toss him face first into the side of the cage fence before Norman takes Jones up into his arms and drops him down on the canvas with a Sidewalk Slam! As this is going on Marquise Bridges kicks at the cage door, demanding that the referee outside of the ring opens the door.

Pierce Donovan: The referees are obligated to open the door when asked to do so by the wrestlers.

Jasper Phoenix: At the should, those lazy fools get paid far too much for doing nothing but counting to three.

As the door opens up, Norman drags Buffalo up onto his shoulders as Marquise Bridges clambers up onto the turnbuckle and leaps off clattering directly into Jones with the Doomsday Device, only to be completely blindsided by Daniel Christian who kicks Bridges square in the face with a Soccer Kick as soon as he starts to push himself up off the mat following the impact. Norman however, with very little effort manages to pick up Buffalo Jones and throws him over the top rope and out through the cage door eliminating him from the contest.

Buffalo Jones Eliminated

Norman reaches forward to close the door cage, as Daniel Christian bounds off the ropes and launches himself off the back of the floor Bridges as he collides with a double footed dropkick directly into Namatjira causing him to half stumble through the ropes, but for the cage door to remain open. Christian grabs hold of the cage door though, as he pushes at the Australian head with an extended foot and begins to slam the cage door repeatedly into Norman’s head and after the fourth slam it is clear that the Dharwal Warrior has been busted wide open and looks shaky on his feet. Christian crouches down and connects with a leaping European uppercut catching Norman right in the chops before using all the forces of his legs to push him off the ring apron and out through the cage door and out onto the floor below.

Norman Namatjira eliminated

As the cage door is closed once more, now only three remain Cali Hayama, Marquise Bridges and Daniel Christian with all three very much being part of the new crop of talent that have joined the AMA as of late.

Pierce Donovan: Norman Namatjira has been eliminated? The favourite of this contest has been removed by Daniel Christian, the debut record holder who now has a massive scalp to his name.

Jasper Phoenix: This is just ridiculous. I had money down, and it's all gone.

Pierce Donovan: Nothing is ever certain in this business.

Jasper Phoenix: Oh shut up Pierce.

Unlike the previous eliminated wrestlers, Norman Namatjira is pushing various of the referees out of the way and is having a full on rage outside of the ring as he is shoulder charging one side of the cage. The camera though turns back to inside the cage itself, as Marquise Bridges and Daniel Christian seem to have come to some sort of agreement as they both start targeting Hayama in a two-on-one handicap scenario. Cali though, doesn’t seem at all fazed though as she is first to go on the offensive as she connects with spinning heel kick to Christian, before smashing a forearm strike square into Bridges jaw. Both men certainly feel the effects of the strikes, but remain on their feet and completely surround the young Canadian talent in what can only be described as a mugging as they throw punches until she is grounded before kicking her repeatedly as she drops to the mat, doing her best to defend herself.

Jasper Phoenix: Yes Norman! Do it, do it you absolute hero.

Pierce Donovan: Norman has refused to exit ringside and is instead doing his best to destroy the steel cage, this is a full on monster mash.

Jasper Phoenix: He is going to do it! He is going to destroy the Bunkhouse by using sheer force alone.

Just as explained by Pierce and Jasper, Norman Namatjira has used all of his weight and actually completely ripped away one side of the steel cage, and as it drops to the floor he is being surrounded by security guards from the back who are doing their best to restrain him. The sudden shock of the part of the cage’s structure seems to throw Daniel Christan off slightly, as Bridges charges forward and knocks Christian down onto the floor with a stiff armed lariat before moving around him with precise speed before connecting with an expertly placed Love Tap, that has so much impact that a visible red mark appears on Christian’s forehead. Bridges, though, doesn’t take his foot off the mark and drags Christian up to his feet and irish whips him the ropes that now act as the only barrier to the outside of the ring, with the steel cage wall totally destroyed. Hayama says something to Bridges, who smiles and he drops to his hand and knee as Cali Hayama charges forward and uses Bridges as a platform to leap off and collide into Daniel Christian with a double dropkick that sends him the ropes and tumbling onto the floor below.

Daniel Christian Eliminated

Marquise Bridges claps his hands together, in a very patronising fashion as he and Hayama lock eyes knowing that they are all that stand between each other in winning the Bunkhouse Stampede match.

Pierce Donovan: This is it. One on one. There can only be one winner.

Both Hayama and Bridges look at each other and it is clear that they are both tired, but there is a level of determination on both of their face as they charge at each other only for Hayama to show her agility as she slides through Bridges legs catching him totally off guard. As Bridges attempted to turn on his axis. The extra second allows Hayama to nail Bridges in the bridge of his nose with a Pele Kick, before charging forward and nail Bridges with NERF THIS BUSTER that has so much momentum behind it that Bridges bounces through the exposes ropes and falls out of the ring, and brings to match to a finish with Hayama left as last woman standing.

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We return to the private room belonging to the Hamad Agency, with Shabazz seeming to be in a better mood than earlier as he congratulates Max.

Shabazz Hamad: That performance Maxxy baby, that was something else. And now all that stands between you and the world champion is Shinzo. Take a seat, relax, maybe we can get someone in here to rub your shoulders.

Max smiles, but instead just picks up a DVR marked ‘Shinzo’ and slides into the laptop that is connected to the flatscreen setup in the room.

Max Maverick: Just pass me the Gatorade and an energy bar please Hamad, as much as I would love to pop the bubbly and enjoy the fact that I have booked myself a place in the final - I need to watch some tape. I need to do everything in my power, so that tonight was a success for this agency. Because as it stands I am the only person bringing in the green.

Hamad hands Maverick what he requested, and looks like he is about to say something before Max cuts him off, despite being extremely focused on the footage of Shinzo he is watching.

Max Maverick: Don’t say anything just listen. You really need to sort Christopher and Pariah out, because their performance earlier was really not something anyone in this room can be proud of. And because it is your name on the door, I am making you personally responsible for their shortcomings tonight. You could say I am putting you on notice, so I want you to go find those two bumbling fools and make sure they pull their weight because this really isn’t a good look for us right now.

Shabazz Hamad: Do you want me to do that now?

Max looks towards Hamad.

Max Maverick: Now? Of course right fucking now Shabazz and this room is off-limits for the rest of the night to everyone else until my match with Shinzo. That means I don’t want to deal with Christopher McMichaels and his ‘Daddy Issues’ nor do I want to have to look at someone sold as a giant and yet looks into the eyes of the devil and says bullshit like ‘I respect you’ rather than taking a beating like a man and I certain don’t want to have to deal with you. So just clear out of here and let me have some time to think - because if any of you distract me and I fail to win, then this whole Agency becomes as useful as a chocolate teapot.

The heat is radiating off Maverick, as Hamad exits the room - but the camera remains on as Max goes back to watching the tape of Shinzo as Max starts speaking to Solomon who has been standing by the door not saying a word and just remains focused and clear headed.

Max Maverick: I don’t know why I need any of these guys Sol, they are all starting to look pretty useless to me and I don’t think they bring anything to the table.

Solomon Black: I would struggle to disagree with you there Mr. Maverick.

Max Maverick: Of course you would, because it seems I am the only member of this run down joke of an agency that actually sees the truth. People need to realize that when the star player is building up to the championship game, if you aren’t part of the solution then you are part of the problem.

Solomon Black: Couldn’t say it better myself boss.

A few moments pass as Max is still looking at the screen when his agent Chelsea Powers taps him on the shoulders.

Chelsea Powers: I know this isn’t a good time Max, but that call you were waiting for. They are calling right now.

Before Max answers, he waves his hand at Solomon who directs the camera crew to leave the room and closes the door behind him just as Max answers the phone.

Max Maverick: Well, Hello there!

Tag Team Turmoil Rankings Match
Trixie and Bret Bordeaux v. Belly Boy and Burgerman v. Hangman James and Grayson v. Princess Nova and Slate Bass with Eden

Reina de la Cruz: The following is the Tag Team Turmoil match and it is to determine the rankings in the AMA Tag Team division! Two teams will begin where they will compete in a match. Upon elimination, the next team will enter and follow. Order was determined by draw earlier today aside from the Northern Touch who won the right to compete at number five. This goes on until all five teams have entered the match. First, introducing the team that drew number one…




The theme of Burgerman plays and after a few moments, both he and Belly Boy Williams makes their way out with Burgerman handing his tag team partner a hamburger on stage. The fans give a small cheer, with there being a cult-like following for them.

Reina de la Cruz: At a combined weight of 575 pounds, the team of Belly Boy Williams and Burgerman!

Pierce Donovan: Well, lunch time has come early! These two have formed a peculiar friendship after their previous match…

Jasper Phoenix: And they got creamed like corn. And look what has happened since, Belly Boy literally ate his own vomit, and now Burgerman is trying to look into this wide conspiracy against him and Burgers.

Pierce Donovan: Well, we’ll see how the Grill avenger goes in his search, but he’ll have to put in a better performance than last time because they are the underdogs. Not just the underdogs, but arguably the longshots in this match, especially at number one.

Burgerman grabs a couple of Burger plushies and throws them into the crowd as Belly Boy shakes to the music. The big eater rolls into the ring first as Burgerman heads up the steps and into the ring. They are probably the biggest underdogs in this match. After a few more moments, Burgerman’s theme music fades and they get ready in the ring as a very familiar song plays…




Pierce Donovan: Well…

Jasper Phoenix: They’re dead.

The opening to “Roots” plays as the fans give a respectable reaction to the twisted newcomers and the lights turn off in the arena as strobe lights near the entranceway flash white and purple. As soon as the lyrics kick in, the members of The Residence make their way out with Eden in the middle, Slate on her left, and Princess Nova on her right. Slate holds a signature cocktail in his hand, wearing a navy suit. Princess Nova holds her cape behind her and has a light blue dress-like attire on tonight, taking some inspiration from Cinderella. whilst Eden has a dark blue dress on. The Seamstress of Reality kisses her husband and then turns to Princess Nova who curtsies to her mentor. Eden kisses her forehead and whispers to both of them.

Reina de la Cruz: And introducing the team who drew number two, accompanied to the ring by the Seamstress of Reality, Eden, and representing The Residence, at a combined weight of 337 pounds, the TORN Warrior Slate Bass, and the TORN Angel, Princess Nova!

Pierce Donovan: The Residence, before knowing that they are entering first, we would consider them to be one of the favourites in this match, being one of the most experienced teams here, but the early entry puts a hamper on that.

Jasper Phoenix: Even when they get through Burgerman and Belly Boy Williams, they will have to beat three other teams back-to-back-to-back. If they do, then I say screw it, officially announce the tag team titles and just award them the belts.

Despite being advertised to appear at ringside, we see Eden head to the back as Slate Bass and Princess Nova head down the ramp.

Pierce Donovan: Eden is heading to the back? That’s a curious choice granted how well she called directions at Rush Hour.

Jasper Phoenix: Probably some weird initiation for her… I’ll never get these TORN people…

Pierce Donovan: Or she is putting trust in Nova and Slate?

With the opposing team heading down the ramp, we see Belly Boy Williams appear on edge. Burgerman reassures him, but the odds are stacked against them. Slate Bass and Princess Nova split paths at the end of the ramp with Slate Bass heading up the steps and Princess Nova heading around the ring. The TORN Warrior wipes his feet on the apron before heading into the ring. Princess Nova does the splits on the apron before sliding into the ring and turning around, hooking her leg on the ropes. Standing next to her, Slate Bass glances around at the fans as Princess Nova removes her cape and mask. The two head to their team’s corner where they shed their entrance attire as “Roots” fades away.

Both teams head to their corners and determine who is starting the match. Nova steps on the apron to let Slate Bass begin as Burgerman, perhaps wishing to redeem himself over last month, steps forward first for the team some fans refer to as “Burger Town.” The bell rings and the first stage of this tag team turmoil begins.

Slate Bass approaches slowly as the masked Burgerman… Begins questioning Slate.

“What does the dolls mean!? How about the frame?!” He shouts at Burgerman, “Answer me!”

Pierce Donovan: I think Burgerman is… trying to play investigator?

Jasper Phoenix: He’s going to get himself killed… Not that I’m complaining.

Finally, Burgerman points at Slate Bass, shouting “AND WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THE ANTI-BURGER LEA-”

And Slate Bass grabs Burgerman’s finger and bends it.

Pierce Donovan: Yep, you’re right…

“Be careful what you wish for…” Slate says through gritted teeth, “Because the answers might not even be there…'' and socks him in the jaw with an uppercut! Burgerman wobbles back as Slate Bass throws another jab and grabs him by the collar. Throwing him face first into the ropes, Burgerman bounces off and into a snap German Suplex from the TORN Warrior! Burgerman rolls over and holds the back of his neck and Slate Bass, amused, gives a cold chuckle as he washes his boot into his face.

Picking Burgerman up from the ground he quickly Irish whips him into his team’s corner and follows with several knees to the abdomen then tagging in Princess Nova. Slate pulls Burgerman out of the corner and drops him down with a scoop slam. The TORN Angel lifts her foot as Slate aids her in delivering a standing moonsault to Burgerman!

Pierce Donovan: Already Slate Bass and Princess Nova are taking advantage of the match and isolating Burgerman.

Jasper Phoenix: You think? It happened last time with them.

Licking her lips, Princess Nova skips around Burgerman who is trying to get up and then grabs him by the head, lifting her knee into his face! Burgerman stumbles back and Princess Nova once again pulls him in… biting his forehead!

Pierce Donovan: Stop, stop! He’s not a literal Hamburger!

Jasper Phoenix: This Nova chick is weird, and kinda hot…

Pierce Donovan: Would you really want to pursue a relationship with her?

Jasper Phoenix: Hell no…

The official warns Princess Nova as she stops biting Burgerman and pulls him by the mask into a neckbreaker! She kicks up easily and does a small curtsy towards Belly Boy Williams on the apron, trying to get in his head. He steps between the ropes and the official has to step in, giving enough of a distraction for Slate Bass to step in and give a few stomps of his own on Burgerman before the referee notices. Trying to be efficient with her work, she grabs Burgerman by the wrist and puts across Burgerman’s stomach. She spins him around and rolls through with a ripcord Koppou Kick!

Pierce Donovan: Eden’s Kiss already! This is brutal…

Slate Bass is tagged in again and Slate Bass gets behind Burgerman, picking him up in a Wheelbarrow as Princess Nova drives both her knees into his chest with a lungblower! A double team move again by Slate Bass and Princess Nova. Princess Nova rolls out of the ring and leaves Slate Bass in the ring. Looking at Belly Boy Williams on the apron, Slate Bass does something curious. He drags Burgerman towards Belly Boy and pulls Burgerman’s hand out, taunting Belly Boy Williams. “Just tag,” Slate says mockingly, keeping the hand just out of reach…

Pierce Donovan: This is just insulting. Just pin him.

But wait, Burgerman rolls up Slate Bass!

Jasper Phoenix: UPSET! UPSET!

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Easy kick out from Slate who quickly rolls to his feet. Burgerman tries to run off the ropes to get some momentum, but he is caught with a slingshot reverse STO, planting him into the mat!

Pierce Donovan: UNDEFINED by Slate Bass! That move will bring your end of days…

Jasper Phoenix: We got our homes up just a bit too much…

Rather than pinning, Slate Bass drags Burgerman towards Belly Boy Williams and sits him up in the corner. He wants Belly Boy Williams to come in the match. Reluctantly, Belly Boy Williams tags in and steps into the ring.

Pierce Donovan: They’re trying to decimate both members of the team. Even with the clear advantage, there has to be a bit of a risk in doing this when you have upwards of three other matches after this.

Jasper Phoenix: No offense, but we expected that this would happen if these two teams faced off again. The Residence is a strange team, but they're ruthless and intelligent. They can beat you physically and mentally and this may be them setting the tone for the match.

Trying to show some bravery, Belly Boy Williams slaps his belly and tries to size up Slate Bass. “Come on!” He shouts almost incoherently, and Slate simply slaps him.

Slate Bass backs up and tries a clothesline, and Belly Boy Williams ducks it! He raises his arms in celebration as Slate Bass charges off the ropes and nails him with a Rocket Kick to the jaw!

Pierce Donovan: Realtà Contorta! Belly Boy Williams celebrated way too soon.

Jasper Phoenix: I guess they learned, don’t attack the Belly in his belly.

Belly Boy Williams rolls on the mat in a daze and Slate Bass quickly tags back in to Princess Nova and holds Belly Boy up to his knees. Princess Nova stands at a distance behind Belly Boy and pulls her long glove down a bit to expose her elbow. She blows a kiss before nailing Belly Boy Williams full force in the back of the head with a vicious elbow!

Pierce Donovan: Execution Elbow by Princess Nova!

Jasper Phoenix: He’s got to be knocked out!

Slowly, Princess Nova rolls Belly Boy Williams to his stomach and pins him.

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Th-

Princess Nova lifts Belly Boy’s shoulder off the mat herself, giving a wicked grin and giggle.

Pierce Donovan: Oh come on, Nova. Just end the match here.

Jasper Phoenix As I said, they’re setting the tone, sending a message, dominance.

Going to her corner, Princess Nova whispers something to Slate Bass and the TORN Warrior heads under a specific spot on the apron, pulling out… A bottle of mouthwash.

Pierce Donovan: Mouthwash? You got to be kidding me, mouthwash?

Jasper Phoenix: Wouldn’t you want to practice proper oral hygiene?

Pierce Donovan: But not in the middle of a match!

Handing it off to Princess Nova, she unscrews the cap and opens Belly Boy Williams’ mouth. The referee is unsure if this should even count as a disqualification and he simply watches to see what Nova will do and she pours some inside of Belly Boy’s mouth! He flops around on the mat, spitting some out and feeling the burning sensation!

Pierce Donovan: Did she just pour mouthwash down his mouth!?

Jasper Phoenix: He was probably due for one! And right now he’s feeling the burn! Haha!

Throwing the mouthwash away, Princess Nova quickly grabs both of Belly Boy Williams arms and locks in the rings of Saturn. Before wrenching fully, she opens the mouth of her opponent and applies a Mandible Claw! The Queen’s Hand is in! Wrenching the arms and pushing the nerves in Belly Boy’s mouth down, the pain is too much as Belly Boy Williams taps out quickly! Nova keeps the hold in for a few extra seconds and releases it.

Reina de la Cruz: Belly Boy Williams and Burgerman have been eliminated!

Pierce Donovan: That explains, Princess Nova decided to wash out Belly Boy Williams’ mouth before making him tap with the Queen’s Hand. I guess a pin wasn’t enough.

Jasper Phoenix: Her and Slate wanted to embarrass and brutalize Burgerman and Belly Boy to a new level compared to what we saw at Rush Hour. Safe to say they have done it and barely broken a sweat.

Some officials help Burgerman and Belly Boy Williams up and begin to carry them to the back. Princess Nova and Slate Bass stand in their team’s corner, waiting as the music of team two plays.




The theme music of Malice plays and after the buildup, we see its three members, Damien Axel, and the two in this match, Hangman James, Donavon Grayson. They stand on the stage with Axel wearing a hockey mask, Hangman having his signature noose around his neck, and Donavon Grayson seething..

Reina de la Cruz: Introducing, team number three, representing Malice, Hangman James and Donavon Grayson!

Pierce Donovan: A team that can maybe match The Residence’s aggression, a chaotic rage, Malice!

Jasper Phoenix: But they have to have a clear game plan against The Residence. Their experience and the fact they are still fresh gives them a clear advantage.

Damien Axel pulls down his mask and the three rush down the ramp with both Hangman James and Donavon Grayson attacking Burgerman and Belly Boy Williams as they head to the back! Kicking them down and stomping them a few times.

Pierce Donovan: Come on! That’s uncalled for!

Jasper Phoenix: Maybe they ate their lunch? HA!

THE LIGHTS GO OUT! We heard the feint sound of a familiar German accent as we hear the screams of Belly Boy and Burgerman. The lights come back and they are out cold. Malice look shocked as if they didn't finish off their scraps. Someone else did? So they begin to run to the ring.

Rushing to the ring, Hangman James and Donavon Grayson slide in and the official stands between them, preventing a pre-match attack on the opponents. Damien Axel gets in their corner and looks on with a cold glare. “Everybody dies” finishes playing as Hangman James takes off his trusty noose and throws it away. What may potentially be the most violent portion is about to begin as the bell rings again.

Princess Nova continues to be the legal competitor for her team while Hangman James begins for Malice. James quickly rushes Princess Nova, trying to start the match quickly, but Princess Nova side steps and rolls away. She grins and does a small wave as Hangman James attempts another lock up, but Princess Nova rolls away again! Getting more frustrated, Hangman James charges with a clothesline towards Princess Nova, but the TORN Angel ducks and skips towards the opposite side of the ring, laughing.

Pierce Donovan: And Princess Nova, avoiding Hangman James right away, trying to get him frustrated.

Jasper Phoenix: Nova, you do know you need to wrestle to win the match?

Princess Nova sits on top turnbuckle, crossing her legs, goading Hangman James towards her. He charges full steam as Princess Nova jumps over him and rolls! She rushes and slides under the bottom rope, landing in front of Damien Axel! She grins, looking at him while the leader of Malice gives her a dead stare. The official’s attention is turned towards Princess Nova, trying to get her back in the ring. Taking advantage, Slate Bass quickly rushes the ring and nails Hangman James in the back of the head with an elbow and shoulder blocks Donovan Grayson off the apron!

Jasper Phoenix: Now I see the thinking behind it! Riling up Malice into making a mistake!

Pierce Donovan: It seems as though The Residence is switching up their strategy for each opponent!

Slate Bass quickly rolls out of the ring before the official notices and Princess Nova skips away from Axel on the outside and gets on the apron. As soon as Hangman James reaches his feet, Princess Nova leaps through the air and nails a springboard Forearm smash! She quickly tries for a pin but it is just a one-count as Hangman James gets up easily.

Hangman James throws an overhand right, but Princess Nova blocks it and goes behind, wrenching his arm in a chicken wing and giving the back of his head a good slap. A frustrated Hangman James turns around for a discus elbow and Princess Nova dodges and Springboards for a Crossbody…

But Hangman James catches her and hits a fallaway slam!

Pierce Donovan: You can only dodge and avoid a fight so much!

Jasper Phoenix: And now is the chance for Malice to focus and stop getting so riled up.

Grabbing Princess Nova by the wrist, Hangman pulls her up and quickly takes her down with a short-arm clothesline. He picks her up a second time with a clothesline and finally he Irish whips her full force into a neutral corner! Princess Nova bounces off the turnbuckle pads and knees down, giggling a little.

Damien shouts to keep on her at ringside. James charges for a clothesline, but Princess Nova springs up and nails a superkick flush on the chin! Before he falls, Nova trips him down by the leg and does a stump puller snap, rolling through and tagging in Slate Bass!

Not giving Hangman James a chance to get to his corner, Slate Bass grabs him by the ankle and drops an elbow across the knee. He keeps his weight on the leg, pulling the ankle to apply pressure, and he stares at Hangman James. “What are you going to do about it?” Slate says coldly as Hangman James throws several punches, but Slate Bass dodges some of them, with the only ones landing being ineffective.

Pierce Donovan: Once again, The Residence is focusing on trying to frustrate Malice.

Jasper Phoenix: This seems like a double edged sword. On one hand, you do not normally want to piss off a team as vicious as these guys, but also a frustrated team leads to more mistakes.

After a few more moments with Slate trying to grind his knee into dust, Hangman James uses his free leg to kick Slate in the head multiple times to finally break free! Grabbing Slate’s head to prevent him from escaping to nail three forearms straight! Hangman James quickly trips up and slams Slate Bass down with an STO, going for a cover.

One-

And Slate Bass powers out early but Hangman James top mounts him and throws several punches before getting off. Hangman James lets out a laugh as he heads towards the top rope, hoping for a big dive to lay him down. Slate Bass slowly gets up and Hangman James dives with a clothesline…

And Slate Bass simply turns away at the last second, walking away casually.

Pierce Donovan: Well, I’ll be damned…

Hangman James rolls through on the landing and Slate Bass rolls out of the ring, back turned. Tired of the way the constant avoiding, Hangman James tags in Donavon Grayson. Rather than getting in the ring, Grayson runs across the apron and dives at Slate Bass…

And Slate Bass once again side-steps the dive, Donavon lands on his feet, but now he is feeling the same frustration as his partner.

Pierce Donovan: And once again, the same tactic is continuing, just frustrating Malice, waiting for a moment to strike.

Jasper Phoenix: It’s the Residence in effect.

Slate Bass leads Donavon Grayson on a mini-chase to the outside, but just as Grayson turns the corner, the TORN Angel flies from the apron, nailing a diving knee to the outside!

Jasper Phoenix: AND THAT was a smart plan!

As Slate Bass pushes Donavon Grayson back in the ring, the official shouts at Princess Nova, giving her a warning. As Slate steps up to the apron, Damian Axel pulls Slate Bass off and throws him into the barricade then back into the ring!

Jasper Phoenix: Never mind!

Pierce Donovan: The referee was a bit too distracted with Princess Nova on the outside and Malice took advantage. Now they can finally bring the fight to The Residence.

Giving the boots to Slate Bass, Donavon Grayson stomps on the former RWK European Champion as he attempts to get to his feet. Following it up, Grayson Irish whips him across the ring and spikes him on the mat with a frankensteiner! He throws a few punches before stepping off, yelling at the crowd.

Pulling Slate Bass off the mat, he pushes him towards his team’s corner and throws Slate face first into the turnbuckle. Raising his boot to the throat of Slate, he chokes his opponent for as long as he can then backs off, tagging in Hangman James.

Pierce Donovan: Now Malice are the ones trying to cut the ring against The Residence.

Jasper Phoenix: For a bunch of violent lunatics, they have a grip of the most fundamental and yet important rules in tag team wrestling.

With both members of Malice in the ring, Hangman James picks Slate up by the legs and the more agile Grayson runs off the ropes and together they slam Slate Bass into the mat with a spinebuster and neckbreaker combo! Grayson slides out of the ring as Hangman James pins Bass down with a jackknife cover.

One

Tw-

And Slate Bass pushes James off, showing that his team has a lot of life in this match.

Pierce Donovan: The impressive double team move was not enough, but Malice, after The Residence spent the first portions of this match trying to frustrate them, are now in control.

Jasper Phoenix: And they need to keep it going. Force The Residence to play their game.

We can hear an angry Hangman James pulling Slate Bass off the mat shout “Now you’ll fight me!” before throwing Slate Bass face first into the middle turnbuckle! Breathing through his nose, steaming with rage, Hangman James follows it up with a big corner clothesline then slams Slate Bass down with a Samoan Drop!

Once again top mounting Slate Bass, an angry Hangman James throws multiple punches, pulling on as much of Slate’s hair as he can. “Stay down you freak!” He yells and Slate Bass… gives a cold chuckle.

Pierce Donovan: And is Slate Bass laughing at this physical abuse?

Jasper Phoenix: Great, first Nova, and now Slate. This “family” has the giggles.

Frustrated, Hangman James drives his boot into Slate’s throat…

But Slate catches it. Hangman James tries to push his entire weight down on Slate, but slowly Slate Bass pushes Hangman James off into the ropes! On the rebound, Slate Bass nails an Exploder Suplex!

Pierce Donovan: Jesus what strength from Slate Bass.

Jasper Phoenix: Once again, taking advantage of Malice’s rage.

Hangman James attempts to get up after that sudden suplex but Slate Bass keeps on top of him, pulling him into The Residence’s corner and tagging out to Princess Nova. The two take turns stomping Hangman James and Nova drives her knee into his throat, giggling with delight before tagging back into Slate. He takes his turn with several stomps before tagging back into Princess Nova.

Pierce Donovan: Quick tags, again and again.

Jasper Phoenix: Perhaps they’re done with their game of cat and mouse and now are just circling for the kill?

Grabbing his jaw, Hangman James tries to pull himself up out of the corner, frustrated over being cornered. Princess Nova backs up, does a small curtsy, and nails him with a corner dropkick before tagging in Slate Bass again!

Pulling Hangman James out of the corner, Slate Bass scoops him up then spins him out, nailing a catatonic backbreaker across the knee!

Pierce Donovan: Hell, what a backbreaker, spinning Hangman James inside out!

Jasper Phoenix: We got a broken cowboy.

Slate Bass presses Hangman James down full force with a pin, staring a hole into Donavon Grayson on the apron.

One

Two-

And Hangman James powers out. Slate Bass cracks his neck before applying a side headlock, squeezing the head of Hangman James. “Come on, where’s the Malice?” We hear him give a cold chuckle as he keeps his body between Hangman James and his teammate in the corner, Grayson desperate for a tag.

Pierce Donovan: And there it is, Slate Bass now keeping Hangman James down, grinding him to powder.

Jasper Phoenix: And once again, this falls in line with what they have done through this match, just in a different way, trying to limit their offense as much as possible, play with their head, build frustration.

Desperate, Hangman James tries to claw the face of Slate Bass, but the TORN Warrior keeps his face away. But, after a few more moments, Hangman James slowly makes his way to his feet. Slate Bass tries to club Hangman in the back, but he breaks out and hits a discus punch! Bass stumbles back to the ropes but throws a punch response… and Hangman James grabs his eye, feigning behind hit in the eye!

Jasper Phoenix: Slate hit him in the eye! Disqualify him!

Pierce Donovan: I don’t buy it.

The official’s attention is taken away for a moment to check if there was actual contact made, but it is just long enough for Damien Axel to rush over and pull back on Slate’s head, hotshotting him on the top rope! Slate Bass stumbles forward and Hangman James pushes the referee aside and spikes Slate into the mat with a DDT!

Jasper Phoenix: Genius! Genius!

Pierce Donovan: Axel with the assist on the outside into the DDT!

Hangman James rolls Slate Bass over to his back and presses down for a pin.

One

Two

And Slate Bass powers out again.

Realizing his partner may need to tag out, Donovan Grayson reaches out for a tag and Hangman James obliges, pulling Slate into his team’s corner beforehand. Hangman James goes on his hands and knees. Using his partner as a platform, Donovan Grayson nails a Poetry in Motion on Slate Bass! The TORN Slate hangs on the top rope in an attempt to keep himself up as Donovan Grayson kicks him in the chest multiple times…

And Slate laughs, although physically he is feeling the effects of the move, he just l-laughs? “That’s all?”

Pierce Donovan: Slate is… laughing again?

Jasper Phoenix: Remind me to stay away from these guys in the future, thanks?

Frustrated, Hangman James gets back in the ring and once again sets himself as a platform for Donovan Grayson. With extra speed, the Aussie jumps off his partner…

And Slate Bass catches him! Holding Grayson in his arms like an oversized baby, Slate Bass just throws Donovan onto his own tag team partner!

Pierce Donovan: Once again, what strength from Slate Bass?!

Jasper Phoenix: He goaded them into a mistake, again!

Slate Bass stumbles to the other side of the ring, needing to catch his breath. He tags in Princess Nova who adjusts her long Princess gloves and gets her first taste of action in a little bit. Donovan Grayson gets up after his partner rolls out of the ring and Princess Nova runs, hitting a calf kick that drops the agile competitor of Malice. Frustrated, Grayson responds by running forward with a bicycle knee strike, but Princess Nova dodges and trips him up, hitting insult to injury! She presses his shoulders down to the mat.

One

Tw-

And Grayson kicks out at two. Not deterred, Princess Nova wipes some hair out of her face and skips around Donovan Grayson before pulling his hair!

Pierce Donovan: Really? First biting Burgerman now pulling hair?

Jasper Phoenix: … I will refrain from making the comment I am thinking right now…

Enraged, Donovan Grayson grabs Princess Nova’s head and pulls it into a knee strike. Running off the ropes, Grayson hits a hurricanrana, but Princess Nova flips out of it and nails her own! The momentum from it forces Donovan to roll towards a neutral corner…

And Hangman James just charges in and hits Princess Nova with a clothesline!

Pierce Donovan: OH COME ON! HE ISN’T THE LEGAL MAN!

The referee gets between Hangman James and Princess Nova, forcing him back to his corner and giving him a final warning “Anymore, and you guys are done! Last chance!” Taking advantage of the opening, Grayson nails a running meteora to a seated Nova and pins her down!

One

Two

T-

And Princess Nova pushes Donovan Grayson off, keeping The Residence alive in the match. Grayson pulls her off the mat and pushes the Enchantress into the corner, driving his shoulder into her stomach before hitting a picture perfect Northern Lights Suplex!

One

And Donovan Grayson flips through! Keeping hold of Princess Nova he picks her up and drops her on her head with a brainbuster! He floats over for a pin.

One


Two


Thre-

And No! Once again, Princess Nova is able to get out.

Pierce Donovan: No three count yet, but, even with Nova being a lighter opponent, quite a bit of power from Grayson to do that combination on anyone.

Jasper Phoenix: Despite their main mantra of violence, there are some fine wrestlers in Malice.

Donovan Grayson, with Hangman James getting a decent chance to rest, tags in his partner and Hangman James takes over. Scraping the Princess off the mat, Hangman James puts Nova on his shoulder and nails an Alabama Slam, splatting Nova on the canvas! Keeping hold of the legs, he turns her over, locking in a cloverleaf on his smaller opponent!

Pierce Donovan: Alabama Slam into the cloverleaf, and with the size advantage from Hangman James, this hold is extra effective!

Jasper Phoenix: No kidding. I’m not even sure if Princess Nova is connected to reality enough to tap out, but this may end the match for The Residence.

Despite the weight of Hangman James on her, Princess Nova just manages to keep her stomach off the mat, giving herself a chance. We see agony on her face…

Then a smile. She is giggling while in the hold. The commentators are silent for a second. How on earth is she so mentally messed up? But her arms shake as she slowly attempts a crawl towards the ropes. She isn’t showing it mentally, but the Cloverleaf is breaking her down. As Hangman James pulls back even more, finally Princess Nova’s gloved hand reaches the rope and the official counts.

One

Two

Three

Four-

And Hangman lets go before the count is over, but Princess Nova spawls on the canvas. That hold was a pain.

Pierce Donovan: This match is getting longer and longer and no matter what team survives, they will be probably running on half a tank at best.

Jasper Phoenix: The time to end the match should be coming.

Realizing he needs to end this match now, Hangman James scoops Princess Nova on his shoulders, looking to drop her on her head with a Dead eye. Before he can drop her down, Princess Nova rolls through trying to do a sunset flip. Hangman James waves his arms around (Aloha James), trying not to fall down and he drops a fist which misses! Princess Nova gets to her feet and runs to the ropes, leaping off the middle one and nailing a Springboard Cutter!

Pierce Donovan: Elevate and ReNovate! She takes Hangman down!

Both Princess Nova and Hangman James are on the mat. Of the two, Hangman James has taken more in the match, but with the cloverleaf on her, and her immediately landing on her back, now Princess Nova needs to tag out. The official does a count with both competitors rolling to their stomachs at six, then leaping to tag in their partners!

Pierce Donovan: Slate Bass and Donovan Grayson are both back in!

Jasper Phoenix: End this now! You have two more matches!

Donovan Grayson aims for a clothesline but Slate Bass ducks it. The TORN Warrior tries one of his own, but his face is met with a jumping knee strike from Donovan Grayson that drops him! Getting to the corner, Donovan Grayson eyes up Slate Bass. A DDT Destroyer is coming up. Donovan Grayson charges…

But Slate catches him and hoists him up in a Gorilla Press.

Jasper Phoenix: Oh sh-

Slate Bass takes a second or two in order to balance himself then slams him full force into the mat with a powerslam!

Pierce Donovan: The Parable Press Slam!

Slate Bass stumbles back from the momentum and falls into the ropes. He put everything he had into that slam…

And Damien Axel gets on the apron!

Pierce Donovan: Again!? Get that guy out of here!

The referee’s attention is taken away again and Hangman James leaps back on the apron with his noose and tries to wrap it around Slate’s head!

Jasper Phoenix: We’re going Medieval!

Hangman James desperately tries to get the noose on Slate’s neck but the hand of the TORN Warrior grabs the loop to keep it away from his throat… And there is a wrath fueled expression on the face of Slate Bass as he slowly turns around to face Hangman James…

Pierce Donovan: Uh-oh. I think James forgot something… Slate Bass knows what it is like to be choked out by one of those, and by God if he will let anyone do that to him again…

Pulling the noose off his neck, Slate Bass headbutts Hangman James before forearming him off the apron! Realizing his plan has failed, Damien Axel jumps off the apron and is in shock. The Residence was ready for it.

Still feeling the effects of the big slam, Grayson slowly pulls himself off the mat and charges at Slate Bass for a V-Trigger, but the TORN Warrior side steps and scoops him up, dropping him on his head with the Omega Driver!

Pierce Donovan: Tabula Rasa!

Jasper Phoenix: That just rendered Malice’s chances to become a blank slate.

Slate Bass hooks both legs for the pin and the official counts.

One


Two


Three!!!

Reina de la Cruz: Malice has been eliminated!

The bell rings and this stage of the match is done! The Residence has gone back to back!

Pierce Donovan: The Residence moves on! They had a game plan ready for Malice, but the question is, can they get to the next two?

Jasper Phoenix: I’m not sure. They have the experience in both long singles matches and we’ve seen an abnormally great chemistry between them. If anyone can do it, it’ll be them, but they will have to make it through the Bourdeaux’s quick and find a way to catch their breath.

With Donovan Grayson still on the mat, and their plans ruined, Damien Axel goes over to Hangman James and gets him up. Princess Nova is in the ring with Slate to check on him. She helps him up and does a small curtsy out of respect…

And Hangman James and Damien Axel rush the ring with chairs!

Pierce Donovan: Malice with the chairs! Get them out of there! They’re eliminated!

Jasper Phoenix: Remember how The Residence made a statement with their domination of Burgerman and Belly? Well, this will be Malice’s!

Multiple times, Hangman and Damien whack them in the back with the steel folding chairs before they help Grayson up to join them in the beatdown, constantly beating down Slate and Nova with chairs and stomping on them. The referee tries to get them to stop, but Grayson kicks him in the gut and throws him out of the ring!

Pulling Princess Nova off the mat, Hangman James puts her in a Gory Special with Grayson standing behind her. He drops Nova with a Gory Bomb as Grayson catches her with a cutter!

Pierce Donovan: Malice Intentions on Princess Nova! Okay, we get it, stop!

Jasper Phoenix: They’re not going to stop!

Rolling on the mat, Princess Nova holds her neck after the hard fall and she is seemingly taken out of the equation as Axel nails Slate again in the back with a steel chair. He orders Hangman to grab his noose again and wrap it around Slate’s neck.

Getting Slate Bass off the mat, Hangman James pulls back on the noose and is choking him! Damien Axel and Donovan Grayson get their own chairs and are eyeing up Slate Bass…

Pierce Donovan: Is this… going to be a con-chair-to!?

Jasper Phoenix: With the Noose assist, I think The Residence may need to forfeit at this rate!

Damien and Grayson get their chairs ready as…




The theme music of Bret and Bellatrix Bordeaux plays and the fans, just happy SOMEONE is here to stop this beatdown, cheer the new team as we see Bret, with his sister (a bit confused) rushing behind her!

Pierce Donovan: And the Bodreauxs are here to make the save!

Jasper Phoenix: Why? They’re the ones benefiting!

Not wanting to get another team involved, and realizing they made their point, all three members of Malice rush out of the ring as security rushes out also to help escort them out of the ringside area. The three members shout obscenities at the Bordeauxs and The Residence as Bret and Trixie hit the ring.

Reina de la Cruz: Introducing the team that drew number four, from Baton Rouge, Louisiana, the team of Bellatrix and Bret Bordeaux!

Pierce Donovan: I guess, their opinions of The Residence aside, I don’t think they want their debut to be tainted by an attack like this.

Jasper Phoenix: Aren’t they supposed to be “Hitmen” or something? At least that was how Bret had to explain it to Bellatrix since she isn’t exactly the sharpest tool in the shed.

The members of Malice are separated from the ring by multiple security guards and even several come from behind to prevent them from brawling with the rest of the team. They are finally led out of the ringside area and after an extra official comes to take over the match as the ringside staff checks on the other referee and The Residence, we are left to wonder if they’ll continue.

Getting in their team’s corner, both Slate Bass and Princess Nova are seated down, nursing some of their battle scars. Bret and Trixie wait in their corner, with the older brother trying to give some advice and “explain” things to his inexperienced younger sister.

Pierce Donovan: Do you think they’ll continue on in this match, Jasper?

Jasper Phoenix: I have no idea. I think they may be given the green light to continue, but how far will they go? They have gone from maybe half a tank, maybe being able to make it the rest of the way to being on fumes in one brutal attack.

The medical staff starts to clear out and we see Slate Bass and Princess Nova… smiling. Bellatrix and even Bret to a degree appear slightly unnerved. They took a beating and are almost laughing about it.

Pierce Donovan: That’s a little unnerving. Even with all the abuse, they are still smiling about it.

Jasper Phoenix: But physically, they are showing the signs. We’ll see how they manage.

Princess Nova gets on the apron, letting Slate continue on in the match as the official gets Bret and Bellatrix to decide on a member of the team to start. The older brother steps forward and the bell rings, starting the next portion of the match.

The TORN Warrior steps forward with a small limp, breathing heavily. He almost knows that his time in this match is numbered. But, he raises his hand and simply gestures for Bret Bordeaux to hit him with his best shot. After a second of hesitation, Bret finally rushes, nailing a dropkick to the chest, dropping Slate Bass down. Trying to end this match quickly, Bret Bordeaux grabs Slate’s wrist and pulls him up to the mat, lifting his foot up and doing some Sole-Fu, jacking Bass’ jaw on his foot! Bret quickly goes for a pin.

One

Two-

No. Slate Bass, even with the punishment from earlier, still keeps The Residence in the match.

Pierce Donovan: Slate Bass stays in the match, for how long? We’ll see.

Realizing he can do a bit more damage, Bret Bordeaux tries to throw Slate Bass over the top rope in an attempt to bring the fight to the outside, but Bass lands on the apron, holding on. Backing up, Bret springboards off the middle rope and hits a triangle dropkick, finally dropping Slate Bass down to the floor! Getting some distance, Bret runs off the ropes full steam and hits a tope suicida, hitting Slate Bass like a speeding bullet!

Pierce Donovan: And two high-flying moves back to back! Then that dive just nailed Slate Bass!

Jasper Phoenix: But it was a risk I don’t think he should have taken at this point in the match. They have a massive advantage right now and if he’d of missed, then it could have removed it right then.

The impact forces Slate Bass to crash into the barricade and Bret, landing relatively well off the dive, pushes Slate Bass back in the ring. Bordeaux gets on the apron and leaps over the rope, nailing a springboard pendulum DDT on Slate Bass! Once again he rolls Bass to his shoulders.

One


Two


Th-

And Slate Bass once again stays in the match.

Pierce Donovan: And once again, Slate Bass kicks out.

Jasper Phoenix: Can these guys stay down?

Bellatrix on the apron is jumping, itching for her chance to get in the match. Although a bit reluctant, given his sister’s inexperience, extends his hand for a tag. Trixie just stares at it, wondering what to do. Bret just chuckles, “A tag is a high five” and Bellatrix finally tags in.

Jasper Phoenix: This will go well…

Thinking she’s a hitman for a second, Bellatrix fires her fingers like “guns” and backs up, ready to take down Slate Bass. As the TORN Warrior gets to a knee, she charges…

And she is slammed down with a single arm spinebuster! With a limp, Slate Bass pulls Bellatrix to The Residence’s corner and he tags in Princess Nova. Even the TORN Angel of the team is appearing to be a bit winded after the assault, so at first, she keeps it simple, hitting a snap suplex on one of the few people on the roster near her size!

Pierce Donovan: And The Residence, taking advantage of Trixie’s inexperience for a moment, are back in control.

Jasper Phoenix: Yeah, considering how they outsmarted Malice, this is child's play by comparison.

However, still trying to get herself in order, Princess Nova doesn’t capitalize as she grabs her neck. The Malice Intentions earlier messed her up. Bellatrix rolls to her knees, holding her back and she turns to her brother “What do I do?” and Bret facepalms.

Jasper Phoenix: Haha, this is great! She’s going to get killed!

Seeing Princess Nova getting up, Bret hatches an idea. “Remember Milo? Or dog?” and Bellatrix nods, frowning, “He died.” Bret points towards Nova, “Well, what if I told you SHE killed him!?” and Trixie stands in shock.

Jasper Phoenix: What a revelation!?

Pierce Donovan: Yeah, I don’t think that happened, but I guess this is an odd motivational tactic by her older brother.

Turning in a rage, Bellatrix yells out “YOU KILLED MILO!” charges at Princess Nova, hitting her with a Lou Thez press and rains down several punches, headbutts, and even grabs Nova by her hair and slams her in the mat multiple times! The official has to literally pull her off of Princess Nova as she is kicking and screaming, yelling about her dog.

Pierce Donovan: Unconventional tactics, but I guess it is good motivation! Now, someone better tell her the truth after this match…

Jasper Phoenix: Agreed. But hey, she’s a rookie and that will be a big hurdle, but she’s already got some scrappiness down!

After the very sudden attack on her, Princess Nova staggers to her feet and Bellatrix, thinking of a move, decides to springboard off the middle rope. She has to take a half a second to settle herself, but she jumps and hits a springboard back elbow on Nova! Bret shouts encouragement from the apron, surprised and maybe even a little bit proud of his sister. Trixie runs and hits throws an elbow, dropping down Princess Nova, then runs again, going low and doing a shoulder tackle to her leg! The Enchantress flips from the impact and is on her hand and knees. Topping off her flurry of offense she hits a bulldog on Nova! Trixie is about to celebrate, but Bret shouts at her to get a pin. Rolling over the Princess of the Residence, she does a cover.

One

Two

T-

And Princess Nova pushes Bellatrix off her, not enough.

Pierce Donovan: Bellatrix has a bit of a way to go in terms of ring sense, but she’s showing she can fight.

Jasper Phoenix: I think the mental side of things will be a long term project, but hey, her unconventional style seems to have something to it.

Knowing that The Residence is weakened after the post-fall attack from Malice and realizing that taking too long can cost them big, Bret tells his sister to finish them off and Trixie claps. “My first hit!” She backs up in the corner and points both her fingers like guns, trying to get in the “Hitman mindset” they discussed. She runs, hoping for a unique running knee, but Princess Nova side-steps. Upon Bellatrix turning around, Princess Nova drops her with a single knee Facebuster!

Pierce Donovan: And right there, that is what we discussed. The inexperience may have cost her.

Jasper Phoenix: Man, Bret will probably be carrying the mental side of the team…

Looking to Slate, Princess Nova nods and she slowly drags Bellatrix closer to her team’s corner. She makes a tag to Slate and the pair deliver stomps to Trixie before Nova steps out of the ring, letting Slate take the match now. Taking his time to let himself catch his breath and recover, Slate Bass keeps it simple with a scoop slam, then picking her up and doing another. Twice in a row Bellatrix is slammed into the mat and the biggest underdog in this match sits up, holding her back, as Slate Bass runs off the ropes and boots her in the head. He goes for the pin, washing her face with his forearm.

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Not enough, Bellatrix Bordeaux stays in. Slate Bass slowly drags her to her feet, holding her head. Showing a touch of fight in her, Bellatrix throws a forearm in an attempt to get Slate Bass off, but it doesn’t do anything. Grabbing her by the collarbone, Slate Bass throws her with all his might into the corner and with how she turns, she goes through the middle and top turnbuckle, nailing the post spine first!

Pierce Donovan: Goddamn, you do not usually hit the corner like THAT!

Jasper Phoenix: Yep, she’s broken in half.

Crashing on the outside, Bellatrix remains rather still. Bret, horrified over the fall Trixie took, steps down from the apron to check her, but Princess Nova, showing a small limp, walks over and stands between Bret and his sister. The referee keeps an eye on the other tag team partners to prevent them from getting involved as Slate Bass scrapes Bellatrix off the outside mat and rolls her into the ring. With little incident on the outside, both Princess Nova and Bret Bordeaux return to their corners.

Back in the ring, Slate Bass picks Trixie up and drops her across his knee with a backbreaker! The younger Bordeaux rolls on the mat in pain and tries to reach out for a tag to her brother, but Slate Bass stomps on her back and pulls her closer to The Residence’s corner. Pulling Trixie to the mat, Slate Bass grabs her legs and locks in a Lucky 13 Leg lock! Her legs are twisted as Slate Bass pulls on them with full force. She doesn’t quit however, but Slate pulls himself close enough to tag in Princess Nova.

Rather than stepping in the ring right away, Princess Nova heads to the top rope. Although she’s beaten, this may be a time for a calculated risk. Jumping off the turnbuckle she nails a perfect Swanton, landing on the targeted back of Bellatrix! Slate Bass lets go of the hold and gets out of the ring for Princess Nova to pin her down.

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Pierce Donovan: How Bellatrix Bordeaux is still in the match after that nasty crash into the post, I have no idea.

Jasper Phoenix: I know, she’s too stupid to know when to stop.

Holding the back of her neck, Princess Nova received some whiplash after the Swanton bomb and she tries to keep it simple, this time locking in a headscissors on Bellatrix Bordeaux, occasionally elbowing her head while she tries to squeeze breath away.

Jasper Phoenix: The Residence, although they’re still on fumes, are doing a great job isolating Bellatrix Bordeaux from her brother, taking advantage of the potential weak link of their opponents.

Pierce Donovan: And they seem to be slowing it down a lot more, trying to preserve their energy as best as they can. They are beaten down, but once again, after an initial panic, they have adjusted and developed a game-plan.

With some encouragement and advice from Bret, yelling “Roll over!” Trixie manages to roll to her stomach and push her head out of the vice-like grip created from the headscissors. She turns around and is about to go for a tag, but Princess Nova grabs her by the hair and hits a neckbreaker! The official reprimands her, but Princess Nova simply grins, resting her chin on her hands, playing innocent. Princess Nova once again tags in Slate Bass and she quickly returns to the ring, locking in a sleeper hold, pulling Bellatrix off the mat. Slate Bass charges off the ropes and once again nails his Rocket Kick as Princess Nova takes out her legs!

Pierce Donovan: Realtà Contorta again! This time with the tripping assist from Princess Nova!

Jasper Phoenix: That’s it!

The impact forces Bellatrix Bordeaux to roll on the mat, holding her face as she gets to the ropes. The match official gets Slate Bass to back up as he checks on Trixie and after a few seconds, reaches in his pocket for gloves. The camera zooms in and we see a trickle of blood coming from her nose.

Pierce Donovan: And looks like Trixie is seeing some red after that kick.

Jasper Phoenix: We entered this portion discussing how Slate and Nova were going to survive, but it looks like now we have to ask that question for Bellatrix!

Pushing the referee aside, Slate Bass drags Trixie towards the middle of the ring and shows her bloodied face to Bret. “This is your weakness…” Slate says as Bret, building in anger, glares from the apron. Picking up Trixie, Slate Bass throws her back with a German suplex, sending her towards his team’s corner!

Pierce Donovan: This is getting hard to watch.

Jasper Phoenix: You think?

Once again doing all they can to keep each other fresh in the match, Slate Bass tags in Princess Nova again and she heads into the ring and quickly locks in a Full Nelson on Bellatrix. Jumping up, she drops Bordeaux down with a Full Nelson Bulldog! Shattered Mind! With a sick look on her face, Princess Nova heads to the corner and adjusts her glove. Execution elbow incoming. Slowly, Trixie rises, then falls back down. She’s hurting.

Jasper Phoenix: She’s got to be done.

Once again, Princess Nova attempts to pick Bellatrix off the mat, but instead Bordeaux hits her with a jawbreaker! Nova stumbles back as Bellatrix just gets to her feet. Nova charges forward for a clothesline, but Bellatrix ducks and kicks Nova’s leg out of her leg! Falling back to her corner, a bloodied Bellatrix finally tags in Bret!

Pierce Donovan: Bret’s in!

Bret Bordeaux charges the ring and ducks a clothesline from Princess Nova and quickly hits a snap German on her! Princess Nova rolls from the impact and lands on her knees. He charges and nails her in the head with a drive-by-kick! Before Nova drops to the mat, Bret puts her in a pumphandle position and drops her with a driver! He pins her down.

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No!

Pierce Donovan: Big rush of momentum and a near-fall from Bret Bordeaux, what can they do to win?

Not deterred, Bret puts Princess Nova on his shoulders in a Fireman’s carry and drops Nova gut first on his knees with a gutbuster!

Pierce Donovan: Thronebreaker!

With Princess Nova down on the mat, Bret Bordeaux, sensing blood, goes to the top rope. A big double foot stomp is coming up. With himself up in the air, Bret leaps through the air…

And Princess Nova rolls out of the way! Bret rolls through and turns back to Princess Nova who nails him with a roundhouse kick! She giggles, still a little wobbly as Bret Bordeaux doesn’t fall and he responds with a forearm and a second one. Bret runs off the ropes but Nova meets him in the middle of the ring and nails him with a Spanish Fly!

Pierce Donovan: Both competitors down! Princess Nova avoids the end with a Spanish Fly!

Jasper Phoenix: But how much is left for her and Slate?

Tired, Princess Nova crawls to her corner and tags in Slate Bass who heads over to Bret Bordeaux. Trying to pick up his opponent off the mat, he deadlifts him into a Powerbomb position…

Pierce Donovan: Bassline incoming!

And Bret rolls through into a hurricanrana pin!

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At the last possible second, Slate Bass gets his shoulder up!

Bret Bordeaux eyes up Slate Bass who is slowly getting back to his feet and hits him with a superkick! Slate Bass staggers and Bret pulls him to the mat with an arm drag. Bret follows with another superkick and puts Slate in a powerbomb position. With all his strength, he lifts Slate up and hits a buckle bomb…

And Slate hits a clothesline on the rebound before collapsing!

Pierce Donovan: I can’t believe it!

Jasper Phoenix: How are The Residence still in it?! Are they even human!

Slowly, Slate Bass rolls Bret Bordeaux to his stomach and nails a 12 to 6 elbow to the back of the head, and another. He rolls Bret for a pin.

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And Trixie rushes in the ring to break it up!

Pierce Donovan: And Trixie saves this match!

Jasper Phoenix: She did something useful!

Being overjoyed she helped, Trixie jumps up with joy…

Into a Superkick from Princess Nova. Bellatrix rolls to the outside and Princess Nova, though barely able to stand, rushes off the ropes and dives onto Trixe with a suicide dive!

Pierce Donovan: Princess Nova darts to the outside!

Jasper Phoenix: Both girls are out!

Indeed they are. With the damage she has taken, Princess Nova is down. Slate Bass gets up, looking at the scene on the outside, before turning his attention to Bret…

And Bret Bordeaux trips him up and rolls him over into a Boston Crab! Adding a knee, the Lion Tamer variation is in! The Humbler is in!

Pierce Donovan: Submission is in! The Humbler is in! Can he get the tap!

Jasper Phoenix: Does Slate have anything left!

Even with agony on his face and his spine being bent, Slate… gives a cold chuckle. But, Bret has the hold on tight. Slate reaches for the ropes, but there is no hope, he is in the center of the ring. After a few moments, we see his hand start to go limp. The official lifts his hand once… and it drops.

Pierce Donovan: Slate may be out.

The hand goes up a second time, and drops again.

Jasper Phoenix: I can’t believe it.

Then finally, a third time the hand is lifted, and it goes limp on the mat. The official rings the bell and The Residence, after a game performance despite the attack, fall! Bret stumbles to the mat as he releases the hold. Him and Trixie advance!

Reina de la Cruz: The Residence has been eliminated!

Slate Bass rolls out of the ring and Princess Nova, holding the back of her neck, joins him. They’re out. They made it to three matches of four, but they didn’t have much left after Malice’s attack. Heading from backstage, Eden makes her way out to check on Slate and Nova, sighing in disappointment. Slowly, Slate Bass gets up and the three walk to the back, showing a hint of frustration.

Pierce Donovan: The look on The Residence’s faces, I think they have their next targets in mind.

Jasper Phoenix: You think? Malice’s post-match attack arguably cost them this whole thing. They did a good job isolating Bellatrix, but didn’t have enough in the tank to really keep to that plan.

Bret catches his breath for a second. He appears relatively fresh. However, looking at his sister, he notices her bloodied nose. She took most of the damage in this match. He helps her up on the apron and checks on her as the theme music of the final team plays.




For the second time tonight, the theme music of the uber Canadians, the Northern Touch, plays. Both members of the team, Jean-Louis Gagnon, and Don Marshall, make their way out, still strutting and peacocking after their win earlier tonight. Bobby Tremblay makes his way out after and pulls his boys together to try and focus them, discussing a game plan. They had their fun earlier tonight, but it is time to get down to business.

Reina de la Cruz: And the team who won the number five spot, at a combined weight of 505 pounds, the team of Jean-Louis Gagnon, and Don Marshall, the Northern Touch!

Pierce Donovan: They had a rest, and they seem to be in good spirits, let’s see if they can take this match home?

Jasper Phoenix: Or will their recent winning ways come to an end as the North ends up going a bit too high?

Taunting the fans on their way to the ring, Don Marshall and Jean-Louis Gagnon are seemingly untouchable, and with one member of their team already feeling battle scars, the Bordeauxs need to do everything they can to win. The Northern Touch slide into the ring, and they take turns taunting. Gagnon spins around and spreads his arms out wide, chest pumped out.. Don Marshall raises a single fist in the air as he and Johnny soak up the boos with joy. Their theme music fades.

Deciding to match the Bordeux’s, Jean-Louis Gagnon steps forward first for his team with Bret for the siblings. The bell rings and the final stage of the Tag Team Turmoil is on the way. The two wrestlers who are equally proficient in the air and on the mat, circle each other. There is a lock up in the middle of the ring with Bret getting Gagnon in a side-headlock. He quickly attempts to take it to the ground with a side-headlock but Jean-Louis is back to his feet quickly, the hold still in. The Quebecois pushes Bret towards the ropes in an attempt to force a break, but instead he pushes the elder Bordeaux off. Bret runs towards the opposite ropes and handsprings! Whatever move he was aiming for misses as Jean-Louis side-steps and springboards off the middle rope, Bret ducks the crossbody and Gagnon quickly rolls to his feet.

Pierce Donovan: Speedy start to the final fall!

Jasper Phoenix: Well considering Northern Touch had some time to rest and Bellatrix took the most against The Residence, we can expect them to have enough in the tank to keep a good pace.

There is another lock-up from Bret and Jonny Lou and this time, with Bobby Tremblay shouting on the outside for his boys to “Get mean!” Bret trips up Gagnon and quickly attempts a leg-lock of sorts until Jean-Louis pushes him off with his foot. As Bret gets up Jean-Louis pulls him by the arm to the mat and quickly tries to apply a crossface! Before the hands are locked, Bret pushes him away and both are back up…

But Jean-Louis Gagnon rushes forward and kicks him toe first in the gut!

Pierce Donovan: The nasty kick just ended this technical exchange.

Jasper Phoenix: Bret showed he can just about match Jonny-Lou on the mat and in the air, but Jean-Louis showed that little extra aggression.

Grabbing the wrist of Bret Bordeaux, Jean-Louis Gagnon heads up the corner and begins to walk across the ropes. He puts his hand like a cup on his ear to mock the fans, but Bret pulls him off the top rope with an arm drag and quickly hits a vertical dropkick! Before there is a follow up, Jean-Louis Gagnon rolls out of the ring, joining Bobby Tremblay. Don even gets off the apron to talk and the Northern Touch appear to be strategizing.

Pierce Donovan: You talked about aggression? Bret got just a bit too cocky and now he’s back to the drawing board!

Jasper Phoenix: No wrestler is without a flaw, that much is true.

The three briefly talk strategy, but before Bobby Tremblay is finished, both Don and Jonny Lou head back to their positions, with Don getting on the apron and Jean-Louis sliding back into the ring. There is another lock-up between the two and Gagnon transitions into a waist-lock. He attempts to lift up Bret Bordeaux, but the attempt is blocked. Rather than attempting again, Jean-Louis rakes the back!

There is a sting as the nails rip into his skin and Bret is stunned for a brief moment as Jean-Louis grabs him by the back of the head and pushes him face-first into his team’s corner! He slams his face into the top turnbuckle before backing up and driving both his knees into the back of Bret! He tags in the big man and the two get into the ring. Don Marshall puts him in a suplex position and lifts up Bret, putting his legs on Jean-Louis’ shoulders. Together, they drive him into the mat with a Magic Killer! Don Marshall covers Bret as Jean-Louis gets out of the ring.

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Not enough as Bret kicks-out.

Pierce Donovan: And the Northern Touch, after that move, are firmly in control.

Jasper Phoenix: And if they can isolate Bret, then in reality, both team members will be out of commission. After the beating Trixie received from The Residence, even with some rest, if she gets in, they’ll be able to pick her apart easier.

Scrapping Bret off the mat, Don Marshall picks him up by both legs and drives him spine first into a neutral corner! Pushing Bret into the corner, Marshall chops him in the chest with both hands before Biel tossing him out of the ring! The momentum carries him across the ring and Bret pulls himself up by the other corner only to get nailed in the face by Don Marshall’s big Saskatchewan boot. Backing up again, Don Marshall charges but he is stunned by a sudden superkick from Bret! The big man stumbles back and Bret gets on the middle rope (nicknamed after another Bret) and dives, but Don catches him by the throat! Marshall hoists Bret Bordeaux up and drives him into the mat with a ring rattling chokeslam!

Jasper Phoenix: Jesus! Does anyone have a spatula to scrape Bret off the mat? Haha!

Pierce Donovan: That spine shaking chokeslam may have completely flattened Bret Bordeaux!

Meeting Jean-Louis in the corner, both members of the Northern Touch take time to taunt the Bordeauxs, doing their signature “deuces” taunt. Jean-Louis Gagnon gets Bobby Tremblay to join them on the apron to celebrate, but Bobby stresses for the team to stay focused. Don Marshall’s attention returns to Bret and he stomps on his gut, walking over him before pulling him off the mat. Throwing Bret Bordeaux against the ropes, he tries to lift him up for a Pop-Up Powerbomb, but Bret drives both his boots into the chest of Don Marshall! The big man doesn’t fall quite yet, but Bret finally takes him down with a slingblade!

Pierce Donovan: Once again, the arrogance of the Northern Touch cost them!

Jasper Phoenix: They’re living the high life right now, and I’m just not referring to something legal in Canada, but if they don’t ground themselves, then they may lose the advantage.

Sitting up on the mat, Bret catches his breath before getting up. He is heading towards his team’s corner and sees Trixie standing there, nose showing even more blood than earlier. The damage was more than expected. He hesitates on the idea of tagging her in. He’s taken a bit of a beating, but he doesn’t want his younger sister to get hurt more, especially in what is her first match.

Jasper Phoenix: Come on! Tag in, screw the nose, just try and win!

Pierce Donovan: The double edged sword of having family as your team in a tag team, you know them so well, but you may get a bit emotional in your decisions.

Deciding against tagging in Trixie yet, Bret turns around and sees Don Marshall getting back to his feet. Bret runs and hits a running forearm, but the big man doesn’t fall. Running off the ropes, Bret Bordeaux tries for extra momentum, but Marshall catches him and spins him around into a deep six!

Jasper Phoenix: See? Told you!

Don Marshall rubs his face before tagging Jean-Louis back in The agile member of the team heads to the top rope and he leaps through the air, hitting a shooting star press and goes for the cover!

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It is close, but Bret Bordeaux stays in the fight!

Pierce Donovan: Not yet! The Bordeaux's are still in this match!

Jean-Louis swears under his breath and pulls Bret Bordeaux up to his feet and kicks him in the gut again. Putting Bret’s head between his thighs, he tries to lock both arms for the Bitches' Brew, the same move that knocked Pariah out earlier.

But Bret breaks his grip and takes him to the mat with a back body drop! Jonny Lou gets to his feet and frustrated throws a clothesline but Bret ducks it and hits a snap Dragon Suplex, bridging afterwards into a pin!

Pierce Donovan: Bret Special! Bret Special!

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No!

Jean-Louis still keeps the Northern Touch’s hopes of a two-win night alive, but Bret locks in the full nelson again and lifts him up a second time, hitting yet another Dragon Suplex, but releasing on impact! Holding the back of his neck, Bret is beaten up a bit, and yet still alive. Backing up, he jumps through the air with a corkscrew kick to the back of the head of Jean-Louis Gagnon! A Robertson special!

Overjoyed on the apron, Bellatrix cheers on her big brother, yelling for him to “get them,” and Bret, showing a small smile, keeps fighting. He heads towards the turnbuckles and starts to climb…

But Don Marshall shakes the ropes, forcing him to fall crotch first on the turnbuckles!

Pierce Donovan: Really?!

The official gives a warning to Don Marshall as Jean-Louis recovers, looking up to see Bret on the top turnbuckle. Running towards the corner, Gagnon meets him on the top, punching him in the face before hitting a top rope frankensteiner!

Pierce Donovan: Both parties crash and burn! Frankenstiener from the top!

Jasper Phoenix: Beautifully devastating.

After checking up on both competitors, the referee starts a count for them to get up. Both crawl on the mat, heading towards their team’s corners, but once again, Bret is hesitant to tag out to Trixie. He gets to a knee and turns around to see Jean-Louis doing the same and Don Marshall warns his tag partner. Jean-Louis turns around and almost in sequence, both Jonny Lou and Bret nail each other with big boots! Jean-Louis falls directly down while Bret stumbles back before falling, with Bellatrix tagging in before her brother hits the ground!

Pierce Donovan: Trixie’s in! Trixie’s in!

Jasper Phoenix: And how long will she last?

Bellatrix heads to the top rope and waits for Jean-Louis Gagnon to get to his feet. Leaping through the air, she drops him with an effective crossbody! She rolls through and wipes some of the blood of her nose and is feeling fired up, she is finally in the match!

Pierce Donovan: That Crossbody wasn’t the most graceful, but Bellatrix is in the match and she may turn the tide!

Jasper Phoenix: If she can learn on the fly.

“I’m going to hit you, man!” she yells as she grabs Jean-Louis by the head and hits a headbutt, and another, and a third! Trixie wobbles back, shaken a little as Jean-Louis stumbles backwards. Bellatrix, after getting the cobwebs out of her head, runs forward and hits a dropkick to the knee, causing Jean-Louis to flip out!

Gagnon shakes his leg, trying to get the feeling back in his knee, and he slowly gets up. Although she isn’t the most experienced, she sees an opening and hits a running swinging neckbreaker! She is about to celebrate but remembers that she needs to pin him and she does.

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T-

Jean-Louis Gagnon prevents the upset as he kicks out at two!

Jasper Phoenix: Oh thank goodness!

Pierce Donovan: And the Northern Touch prevents the potential upset as Jean-Louis stays in.

Trying to learn from her brother and keep on her opponent, Bellatrix hits Jean-Louis with a forearm and another as he tries to get up. She kicks him in the knee again and she spikes him in the mat with a snap DDT!

But Trixie’s head hits the mat!

Jasper Phoenix: Rookie mistake!

Both Trixie and Jean-Louis are down on the mat for the moment but surprisingly, the Canadian is up first despite being the target of the DDT. Seeing Bellatrix still down, Jean-Louis tags in Don Marshall and both members of Northern Touch eye up Bellatrix. As soon as Trixie gets to a knee, they nearly decapitate her with a combination of a big boot and a superkick!

Don Marshall picks up Trixie's broken body and just Biel tosses her across the ring! Bellatrix lands with a thud as Don Marshall slowly walks over to pick her up and toss her a second time. She is being picked apart by the big man. Rolling to her stomach, Bellatrix winces in pain as she was repeatedly tossed. Pulling Bellatrix off the mat with a gut wrench, Don Marshall drops her again, this time with a powerbomb! Bellatrix Bordeaux lies on the mat as the official checks up on her and Don Marshall just flexes to the crowd.

Pierce Donovan: This is getting hard to watch. The Northern Touch might as well just end it now, put Bellatrix out of her misery.

Jasper Phoenix: Or, maybe they can put her out of commission for good?

With the referee giving the go ahead from Bellatrix refusing to give up, Don Marshall picks her up on his shoulders for a Torture rack! Don Marshall jumps up and down several times, trying to get Bellatrix to give up. She shakes her head “No,” and she is still in this match.

Pierce Donovan: Bellatrix is staying in it, somehow.

Jasper Phoenix: Guess she’s too dumb to know how to quit.

Realizing he isn’t getting a submission win, Don Marshall spins out, just dropping Bellatrix on the mat and going for a cover.

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Even in a daze, somehow, Bellatrix gets her shoulder off the mat. Don Marshall simply tags Jean-Louis back in and helps Bellatrix to her feet, her legs wobbling. Jumping off the rope, Jean-Louis Gagnon hits a springboard dropkick on his opponent! Trixie flips from the impact, landing on her stomach and Jean-Louis Gagnon quickly grabs the head in a front facelock and bridges, locking in a last chancery! The hold is in and once again, the Canadians are aiming for a submission win.

Jasper Phoenix: Tap! If you know what is good for you, tapout!

Pierce Donovan: She might have reason to.

Bret, who has finally recovered on the apron, shouts for Trixie to get to the ropes, or roll over, anything to get out of the hold. Slowly, she pulls herself closer to the ropes, with Jean-Louis trying to pull back on her head more and more. Eventually she is fingertips away, and Jean-Louis just breaks the hold and pulls her back towards the middle of the ring by her foot and stomps her in the back!

He tags back into Don Marshall, the Northern Touch taking their turns brutalizing Bellatrix. The powerhouse of the team picks Bellatrix up in the air with a Gorilla Press and tosses her throat first on the top rope! On the rebound Marshall picks her up and drives her in the mat with a pop-up powerbomb! He puts his foot on Trixie’s chest for the pin.

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NO!

Two!

Pierce Donovan: You have got to be kidding me?!

Jasper Phoenix: How?

Just barely, Bellatrix Bordeaux rolls her shoulder off the mat, saving her ever fading chances in the match. Frustrated that Don’s lazy cover may have cost them, Bobby Tremblay yells at Don Marshall to “Focus” and even if the big man doesn’t want to hear it, he’s right. Dragging Bellatrix’s broken body on the mat, with a touch of the blood from her nose making a small red splatter on the canvas, Don Marshall puts her in a neutral corner and puts her between his thighs in a powerbomb position. Picking her up on his shoulders in a crucifix position, it looks like he is going to launch her across the ring!

Jasper Phoenix: Want to bet how far she’s going to fly?

As Don Marshall is about to run forward, Trixie hooks her foot on the top turnbuckle, then wraps her feet around it. Don Marshall’s grip slips and Bellatrix is able to roll through just landing on her feet and jacking his bearded jaw with a ¾ stunner! Don Marshall drops into the corner in a seated position, in a daze and Bellatrix wobbles to her feet and turns around, nailing a Cannon ball in the corner!

Pierce Donovan: And somehow, Bellatrix is fighting back!

Backing up, Bellatrix Bordeaux runs from even further and hits a second cannon ball! A bundle of fun! Finally Don Marshall rolls out of the corner and Bellatrix goes for a pin.

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And Don Marshall pushes Trixie off him with such force that she rolls out of the ring!

Pierce Donovan: There is kicking out with authority, and there is that.

Landing with a thud to the outside floor, Bellatrix is out again. Don looks to see Trixie out of the ring and he rolls to the outside. Getting an idea, he grabs Bellatrix by both legs, he swings her around before tossing her into the barricade like a rag doll!

Pierce Donovan: Okay, we get it, Northern Touch, end the match!

Rolling Bellatrix back in the ring, Don Marshall steps over the top rope before tagging in Jean-Louis and once again, his tag partner heads to the top rope. On the top rope, Gagnon rolls through with a Corkscrew (You) Swanton! After rolling through, Jean-Louis Gagnon does his signature arms out taunt and spins around, soaking in jeers from the fans. He even joins Don Marshall on the apron for their “deuces” taunt before turning his attention to Bellatrix.

Jasper Phoenix: The end is here.

Don Marshall turns his back to the action and raises his fist in support of his Quebecois brother. Bret, desperate on the apron, shouts for Trixie to find SOME way to tag out. Jean-Louis Gagnon picks up Bellatrix and hooks one arm. He looks out at the fans with a smug grip and as he is about to hook the second…

Bellatrix trips him up and rolls through with a jackknife cover!

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Two

Don Marshall turns around-

Three!

THREE!

Pierce Donovan: Upset Upset! Bellatrix gets the three!

Jasper Phoenix: I can’t believe it!

Bellatrix lets go of the pin after the three and Bret quickly books it in the ring and helps her out before the Northern Touch can retaliate like Malice did to The Residence after their elimination!

Reina de la Cruz: Your winners, and top ranked AMA Tag Team, Bret and Bellatrix, the Boudreauxs!




Even with a bloodied face, Bellatrix is all overjoyed, although a bit shocked, on the outside of the ring, and Bret is sharing the same expression! But, despite all odds, they eliminated two formidable teams in The Residence and the Northern Touch and they have WON their debut in shocking fashion! Don Marshall and Jean-Louis stand in the ring, in shock and Bobby Tremblay’s jaw is on the floor. The Northern Touch lost. They lost to a rookie. The fans, impressed by the performance, cheer for the new fan favourites.

Pierce Donovan: Through perseverance and a bit of luck, the Bordeaux's have won!

Jasper Phoenix: And I think everyone here, especially the Northern Touch, are in total shock. We heard some good things about Bret, and Bellatrix, while she isn’t the sharpest in the shed, has the resilience of a champion and that won them the match!

Pierce Donovan: But you have to wonder what the fallout from this will be?

Jasper Phoenix: If I know the Northern Touch, they won’t let a loss to two southern Americans go unanswered.

In the ring, Bobby Tremblay has entered the ring and is scolding his team. They got cocky and it cost them. As for the Bordeauxs, the referee heads to the outside to raise their hands. Bellatrix is limping, her face bloodied, but she manages to get the win. Bret gives her a hug like a big brother can, happy for his younger sister, as we cut to break.

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Cutting to the backstage area we see AMA backstage correspondent, Mona Darling, in front of the interview area. There is a design on the wall featuring the AMA logo repeated along with the Manifest Destiny event logo as well. She has the microphone up to her mouth and has a bundle of positive energy.

Mona Darling: Ladies and gentlemen, I hope you have been enjoying Manifest Destiny her in Daytona Beach, Florida, a city with some of the most influential moments in wrestling happening here and we are here adding to that history. Part of it was the return of the Bunkhouse Stampede match where seven AMA stars competed and I am here with the winner of that match, the Slayer Queen herself, Cali Hayama!

The camera zooms out to see Cali Hayama, hair in a ponytail, but still in most of her gear, aside from her wearing a MAYHEM t-shirt. She is a little winded, but has a smirk on her face.

Mona Darling: Cali, you talked a big game heading into the match but in your return to North American wrestling you come out with the win in a unique match, what are your thoughts?

Cali catches her breath for a second before Mona holds the microphone up to her.

Cali Hayama: First of all, I hope I put that match to rest because holy crap that was one of the weirdest matches I may ever do.

Cali chuckles to herself before giving an answer.

Cali Hayama: But I said I was going to make my debut for AMA count. I had a match with a wide variety of guys, some of which on paper I had no right beating in a match like that, but I survived. I showed what causing some mayhem is all about, and you know what? It helped that there was some good energy from the crowd tonight.

Mona Darling nods before following up the question.

Mona Darling: Well, now that your debut is out of the way, what is next for you here in AMA?

Cali Hayama: Well, I may be jumping the gun a bit considering we still need to crown a champion tonight, but I plan on racking up win after win, pushing myself again and again. What you saw tonight isn’t even my final form. I’m still developing. But I’m fortunate enough to have a bit of gold waiting for me back in Japan with my girls. Here, whether it’d be the AMA Grand Championship, or another title that comes along I want to be in the conversation for it and I want to win a title on my own merit. Tonight was step one, the next step, we’ll see.

Cali’s attention shifts to something off screen, as does Mona Darling’s, who adjusts her positioning to allow “The Solution” Marquise Bridges to have some space in the frame. Around his neck and shoulder area is some ice, wrapped with see-through plastic, to minimize any soreness or swelling from the Bunkhouse Stampede match.

Marquise Bridges: Cali, great job out there tonight. You earned every bit of that win. You definitely showed me that I might need to level-up myself.

He lets off a big smile, reveling in his attempt at a pun. Cali rolls her eyes in response, but gives a small and polite chuckle.

Cali Hayama: You weren’t too bad yourself. Then again the whole stipulation is a big mess so who knows how that played a role in things. But, why are you here? You could have done this at another time.

Marquise Bridges: You’re absolutely right, I could have. But you deserve your respect up front and for everybody to see. You’re phenomenal, I really believe that. In fact, I think we’d make for good dance partners in a few ways. If you’re willing to hear me out, I have an idea or two to run by you.

Cali folds her arms and gestures for Marquise Bridges to go on.

Marquise Bridges: We should compete against each other again. This time, without anybody else and without an out there situation like a Bunkhouse Stampede match. We could tear the house down, and be a showcase of what two good people can do.

Putting her hand on her chin, Cali Hayama ponders the challenge a second.

Cali Hayama: Well I hate to break the news to you, but in the ring I’m not quite as much of a goodie-two-shoes as you think, and if you’re only concerned about an “amazing classic” that isn’t exactly my first goal here.

She raises her finger then adds.

Cali Hayama: But, I did see something in there against you. One on one without the Bunkhouse involved, I think I’ll get a better taste, and maybe remove any doubt. I say, any time and place, you’re on.

Marquise lets off a giant smile and wags his finger towards Cali.

Marquise Bridges: I knew you would say yes. Oh and remember how I had two ideas to bring up? I think I said two ideas, yeah. Well, I think you’d be perfect to help me with some good will. A charity stream, maybe? Would be great to tie-in with the match too.

Marquise points at Cali and raises his eyebrows inquisitively.

Cali Hayama: That we can talk more about another time. But hey, you do good stuff for your community, who am I to say no?

The two give a small fist bump to each other, perhaps both a bit too sore to do a proper handshake, and their attention is brought to the side where we see some rather sarcastic clapping from the side. Coming into frame, changed out of his gear from earlier in the night and into a suit, hair in a ponytail, is the “Blueblood” Christopher McMichaels.

Christopher McMichaels: Isn't this cute? Two future opponents playing games together?

Cali rolls her eyes and groans.

Cali Hayama: Great, ANOTHER interruption. Can’t people have a normal interview in wrestling these days?

Christopher McMichaels shrugs his shoulders and focuses his attention on the Gaijin-Joshi.

Christopher McMichaels: Easy now Miss. I come with only good will. But I am here for a reason. I need to talk to you... alone.

Christopher turns to the camera.

Christopher McMichaels: Well us and the viewers as witnesses. That doesn't include you, what is your name... Marcus Bridges?

Marquise Bridges: Marquise...

The Solution rolls his eyes at the mispronunciation of his name.

Christopher McMichaels: Exactly. I need to talk business with this young lady here. So let us talk and you can play your games with her later.

Not caring too much about Christopher, Marquise lightly shrugs his shoulders before turning around. Walking past Cali, he turns around to say one more thing to them both.

Marquise Bridges: Hopefully it's not the type of business that requires a raggedy couch from the 80's. That ponytail gives off really creepy vibes, my guy. Have fun with that, Cali.

Cali gives a small snicker as her likely future opponent leaves and, rather reluctantly, she listens to Christopher McMichaels.

Christopher McMichaels: Ignore him, Cali, right? Don't concern yourself with losers like him. In fact, don't worry about anyone else like that. You should celebrate as a winner tonight. Although, in a match like that, I might say there was quite a bit of luck involved.

Cali Hayama: Luck, dude?

The Blueblood raises his hands, trying to "calm" Cali Hayama, correcting himself.

Christopher McMichaels: Don't worry, that isn't a bad thing! Luck is a good asset! That is what helps you in wrestling. Luck, taking advantage of it or turning back luck around. Besides, who knows what else is underneath the surface. You're a pretty girl who has some jagged edges. There can be a diamond under it but you need the right people around you to bring it out. You need good representation. You HAVE considered that before, right?

Not buying his pitch, Cali Hayama sighs and groans.

Cali Hayama: First of all, luck or not, it still takes more skill than you ever had to do even half the stuff I’m capable of. But if you’re talking about teaming up, I already have friends who I do that with elsewhere. You know, MAYHEM...

She points towards her shirt.

Cali Hayama: They have done more for me than anything I think you can offer and besides, I didn’t come to AMA to do the same stuff I do in other places. This is “me time” if you will. Take what I learned elsewhere and build from there.

Leaning a bit closer, Christopher McMichaels continues his pitch.

Christopher McMichaels: I understand that, but that's all in another country. I doubt they will just travel here on a dime. If this is YOU time, you need to think about what benefits you, in fact, US. Wouldn't someone like you benefit from an extra bit of protection, guidance, someone who can build your brand aside from t-shirts. Think: You can become a global star beyond your games and wrestling. Championships, movies, music your own NFTs, you name it... I can be your door to it and we both will benefit greatly!

Hearing the mention of "NTFs" causes Cali to gesture to her mouth, pretending to barf as Christopher Daniels reaches into his jacket pocket and hands her a business card.

Christopher McMichaels: Here, my card. Take your time, I know this is a big decision. I'll be watching closely and when you can hear the money, I'll open my door for you. Take care.

The Blueblood gives a wink before walking off screen. Taking a moment to think about it, Cali takes a look at the card in her hands. She mutters to herself.

Cali Hayama: Losers? Movies? NFTs? Who does that dick think he is?

Pierce Donovan: Well, after an impressive debut, Cali Hayama is already making some waves in AMA and I guess she’s drawn some attention, not just from the fans, but Marquise Bridges and now Christopher McMichaels.

Jasper Phoenix: And imagine, Christopher McMichaels helping build and form the raw potential of Cali Hayama out of her, they could be an amazing team!

Pierce Donovan: I'm not sure how far I'd trust him, especially after his partnership with Pariah has fallen apart. But while she’s thinking that over, it seems Marquise Bridges is in her sights, this time one on one with the final two in the Bunkhouse Stampede.

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Don comes flying through gorilla , flipping a table in the process sending production notes and monitors flying to the ground. Bobby Tremblay stands there with his mouth open, stunned Don walks right past him. Johnny Lou walks through looking dejected. Bobby tries to acost him and plead but Johnny grabs him by the throat and pins him up against the wall. His eyes are cold and dead, and his tone is dry.

Jean-Louis Gagnon: Bobby. You’re going to fix this, and you're going to fix this tonight. This is your last chance to earn your place in our family.

Bobby Tremblay: Johnny I’m sorry man…I’m sorry. I thought you guys would walk right through these greenhorns. They got lucky…I’ll get you a rematch…

Bobby tries to catch his breath as Johnny is still pining him to the wall with one hand.

Jean-Louis Gagnon: You’re damn right we’re going to get a rematch. And going forward, Bobby. Any match you book better go through us. No more bullshit surprises, no more fighting your battles with other factions. We’re about titles and money. And right now? Well right now you’re costing us both!

Johnny lets him go finally and Bobby catches his breath. In the background we hear Don screaming “WHERE ARE THEY?”

Bobby Tremblay: What the hell is Don going to do now?

He asks, terrified.

Jean-Louis Gagnon: What we should have been doing with these punks from the get go. Now go get us our rematch you useless leech!

Full Metal Mayhem Match
Sawyer Xavier v. Brandon Roberts with Sean Cutter Jr.




Reina de la Cruz: The following contest is a no disqualification FULL METAL MAYHEM match! Various metal objects will be scattered around for this match that end in ONE FALL or submission! Introducing first, from Canada accompanied to the ring by Sean Cutter Jr…BRANDON ROBERRRRRRTS!

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. Outside of the ring Cutter Jr. clacks his hands obnoxiously hyping his boy.

Reina de la Cruz: And his opponent…

She is interrupted by Bobby Tremblay’s classical theme.




Bobby Tremblay walks out from the back curtain and waves at the heated booing crowd. He walks over to commentary and grabs a headset.

Bobby Tremblay: Time to class up this dumpster fire of an announce booth don’t you think? Thought I’d catch this one personally.

Pierce Donovan: Oh joy…Bobby Tremblay joining us here folks.

Jasper Phoenix: Esquirem you puke!

Reina de la Cruz: Ok…And his opponent! From Savannah, GEEEOOOORGIAAAAA! He is THE ROGUE! SAWYEEEEEER XAAAAVIEEEEER!




The crowd erupts in cheers and stands on its feet as the young upstart Sawyer Xavier burts through the curtain and punches the air. He slaps some fans hands and lays back into the adoring crowd for a moment as the camera focuses on their smiling faces.. He grabs the bottom rope, and pulls himself up and over the ropes. As he hit the floor, he rolled one time before hopping up. He landed on his feet, putting an X into the air.

Ladders are scattered around the ring as well as a few chairs. We go to the commentary booth as both men stretch on the ropes and size each other up before the bell rings.

Pierce Donovan: So Bobby I have to ask, why are you here? Roberts isn’t aligned with the Northern Touch, he walked away from you last week!

Bobby Tremblay: I wouldn’t expect someone of your lower social status to understand the nuances of being a professional manager in the wrestling world, Pierce. Reality is, Tremblay Enterprises and The Northern touch have a long, rich and deep rooted history with the Cutter family. If Brandon Roberts feels like he’s better off under their tutelage, I certainly hold no grudge, why would I? It’s just business. We wish him and the Cutters all the best, we simply have too many hands in too many cookie jars to be bothered with who Mr. Roberts wants to hang out during recess. I’m here to watch this turd, Sawyer Xavier, be flushed down the toilet for good!

DING DING DING

Brandon attempts a lockup but a fired up Sawyer side steps and drop kicks him in the back! He follows up with a drop kick to the back of the head on a kneeled Brandon, mounts him and starts delivering punches to his head! Crowd goes wild as our young hero beats that ass. Cutter Jr. hops on the apron, causing enough of a distraction for Brandon to shove Sawyer off him and land a nasty forearm. He follows it up with a kick to the gut and a standard DDT. Cover.

Kick Out before even a one count!

Pierce Donovan: A bit of an over zealous cover, but Cutter Jr. already earning his keep.

Bobby Tremblay: That’s how it’s done! I respect him and his father. They know business.

In the ring Sawyer tries to fight from underneath with punches to the lower abdomen of Brandon who tries to power his smaller opponent back to his feet. Lariat attempt by Brandon but Sawyer ducks. Kick to the back of the knee by Sawyer. Neckbreaker. Brandon grabs the back of his head laying on the ground. Sawyer runs to the turnbuckle and climbs it quickly…only for Cutter to hop up and shove him off. Sawyer crashes on his back.

Roberts slithers on top of Sawyer and drops some forearms and punches down on his face. On the outside, Cutter Jr. grabs a chair and slides it into the ring. He stands up inside the ring and hits Sawyer in the back with the chair. He then asks Sawyer to hold him in place as he aims the chair at the top of his head. Circo’s music suddenly hits.

Bobby Tremblay: What the hell is Bozo the Clown doing here? I was enjoying this. Someone come bury him like the Sanders loser earlier tonight.

Pierce Donovan: Circo promised Cutter Jr some retribution for his actions earlier this evening.

Jasper Phoenix: He’s got that connection with Misandry on top of that, no love lost between Circo and Cutter Jr at this time that’s for certain. But what a cretin interfering in this contest.

Circo runs down the ramp and climbs the apron. Cutter Jr turns around but too slowly as Circo leapfrogs the top rope and jumps off of it for a missile drop kick through the chair onto Cutter Jr’s face. He falls to the ground and drops the chair.

Sawyer gets back to his feet and starts to finally fend off Brandon Roberts by countering his punches with faster strikes of his own. Cutter Jr escapes to the outside and Circo follows him down.

Roberts manages to escape Xavier’s grasp with a rake to the eyes and runs to the outside to help Cutter fend off Circo who’s whooping his ass like it owes him money. They don’t get the chance for an advantage however as Xavier launches himself over the rope for a suicida, crashing all three other men into the barricade and landing on his feet to the crowd's delight. He puts up his X taunt with both arms.

And eats a shovel to the back of the head! It’s Blake Justice! He laughs and runs up the stadium stairs and blows a kiss to Circo who becomes possessed by anger and chases him into the stands of the arena. The three remaining men lay on the outside.

Roberts gets up first and sets up a ladder between the barricade and the ring mat horizontally. He kicks Sawyer in the head and brings him to his feet by his hair. Suplex position, he lifts the young star in the air for a vertical suplex on top of the ladder! Sawyer completes the rotation and lands feet first on the ladder rungs! He turns around and nails Brandon who’s in the process of turning around himself with a nasty penalty kick to the face!. He drags Brandon and lays his stomach first on the ladder. Climbs the turnbuckle, looks at the crowd…jumps in the air and stomps both his feet onto the back of Brandon Roberts, breaking the ladder and sending them both crashing viciously to the floor!

HOLY SHIT

Pierce Donovan: He broke him clean in half along with that ladder!

Bobby Tremblay: That’s some wild shit guys…I’ll say it…This kid’s got something special in him…

Jasper Phoenix: Roberts is in all kinds of trouble here!

Sawyer painfully gets back to his feet as Roberts lays in the crumpled remains of the broken ladder. He tries to raise his hand but a recovered Cutter Jr charges him. Sawyer side steps and redirects him right into the ring post. Crowd goes nuts as he Xcution’s him head first onto the railing. He’s done.

Jasper Phoenix: Someone stop this animal, this man has kids! Maybe…

Bobby Tremblay: With that face?

Pierce Donovan: Cutter Jr is out of commission after all this chaos, and Sawyer Xavier is soaking it all in and destroying everyone in his path!

Back to the ladder Brandon rises from the ashes and slides back into the ring and crawls over to a chair and hugs it on the ground. Sawyer finally scopes him and climbs the apron. He springsboards on the top rope but Brandon throws the chair right at his face! He slides over his knocked out body. Cover by Brandon

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NO! Kick out!

Sawyer raised his left shoulder in desperation. Brandon pleads with the official, then shoves him away as he slides under the ring and produces a table from under it. He slides it into the ring, along with another ladder for good measure.

Bobby Tremblay: Finish this bum off! This will be great!

Pierce Donovan: But is he wasting precious time for him to recover I wonder!

Brandon grabs the chair now and bashes Sawyer’s back while he lays on the mat. He arches and winces and screams in pain. Brandon sets up the table in the middle of the ring. He lifts Sawyer to his feet and struggles but lays him on the table, adding in a few blubbing blows to the head and chest for good measure. He then Sets the ladder up upright beside the ladder and smiles sadistically.

Bobby Tremblay: YES!

Pierce; Oh god what does this maniac have in mind??

Jasper Phoenix: RUTHLESS A

Pierce Donovan: You can’t say that!

Jasper Phoenix: WILD ENDANGERMENT!

The crowd jeers as Brandon slowly climbs the ladder, rung by rung, taunting the crowd along the way. He slowly gets to the rop rung and flexes his right arm. He looks down and aims with his hands and looks ready to jump down.
Sawyer uses the crowd's energy and his never give up spirit to sit up on the table and jump up on the ladder with slick athleticism. He climbs up and meets Brandon on the other side of the ladder who’s stunned in place. They trade blows but Xavier gets the better of it. Brandon tries another eye rake but Xavier scouts it and drops a few rungs down nthe ladd while holding the back of Brandon’s head in a ladder assisted jawbreaker. He quickly climbs back and stops Brandon from falling backwards. He lifts him over his should after a big headbutt, straps him in into a backpack driver position.

Bobby Tremblay: NO NO NO

Pierce Donovan: OH MY GOD NO

Sawyer jumps of the top of the ladder backwards with an upside down Brandon Roberts strapped his back in a Dude Buster! What feels like seconds go by as they flow down and crash through the table which explodes into a million pieces.

Pierce Donovan: HOLY MOTHER OF GOD! RELIEVED SINS FROM THE LADDER! THROUGH THE TABLE! CAN YOU BELIEVE WHAT WE JUST SAW!!!

Through the wreckage Sawyer crawls on top of Brandon and pins him by simple laying on him.

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Pierce Donovan: Sawyer has done it Sawyer has done it!

Bobby Tremblay: What a fucking rip off…

Pierce Donovan: Shush, what an incredible match!

Reina de la Cruz: And the winner of this match, SAWYERRRR XAVIEEER

The officials hold Sawyer’s hand up as officials and Cutter Jr, finally up, check on the wreckage and Brandon Roberts. Blake runs back onto the crime scene and revives Brandon's corpse and drags him out through the people as Circo continues to give chase and Sawyer opts to help him. Blake wakes Brandon enough to help him split the chasers into two pursuits.

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Back within the bowels of the arena, we see the dimly lit private shrine of Malice. Seated in front of the stands with candles and pictures of their savior, Brian Zewbowski, also known as Humanity. The three members kneel in front of it, Damien Axel in the middle, with Hangman and Grayson on each side. The two members who lost earlier in the night look disappointed in themselves as Damien begins their sermon.

Damien Axel: We three hope to walk in your path. A path of anarchy, chaos, violence. We wish to plunge the AMA tag team division into a black hole of destruction for you while you achieve your destiny as AMA Grand Champion. But tonight, two of your dedicated followers fell.

Stroking his goatee, Donovon Grayson simmers in anger.

Donavon Grayson: So we hope you accept our sacrifices as fuel to the cause, the message. A message greater than any win or loss. One of destruction!

Following behind him is Hangman James.

Hangman James: The Residence mocked our way. They refused to give in. The Princess dared talk to you. We give them a taste of your power.

Damien Axel: We will continue our purge. Red will be spilt on the walls of the arenas we walk. The world will believe in Humanity, they will know Malice! And all the non-believers will wash away-

In the middle of their sermon, we hear a familiar voice from behind them.

???: Excuse me, before you get the lotion out, I’m here to deliver an important message…

Turning around, we see, in the candle’s glow, a woman with a navy blue dress on, shining from the light. Her tattooed skin glowing in the light, her charcoal hair glistening, and a look of scorn on her face. Eden. Her arms are crossed and her glare cuts through the three men.

Eden: You three should really learn to think of the consequences of your actions before you pick a fight you can’t win… Slate, Nova, you know what to do-

Before Malice has a chance to react, rushing out of the shadows we see Slate Bass and Princess Nova with their hands wrapped in steel chains! They both clock Hangman James and Donovon Grayson in the side of the head before double teaming on Damien Axel! Uncurling their chains, they whip Axel in the back, the links rattling on impact! Within the dark glow, we see Princess Nova still in her ring gear, ready for a fight, while Slate has some medical tape around his ribs, showing the effects of the three consecutive matches.

As Hangman James tries to get up, Slate Bass pushes him against the wall! He whips the chain across his stomach before grabbing him and tossing him into the shrine! Half of it crumbles down! The candles fall, some burn Hangman James’ flesh, and a handful of pictures of Brian Zewbowski catch blaze!

Meanwhile, Princess Nova superkicks Grayson into the chin, sending him crashing to the ground. Grabbing the chain, she chokes Donovon Grayson with the chain, pulling back on his throat. Just before he collapses, Princess Nova lets go and backs up, wrapping the chain completely around her arm. Sliding forward, she hits Donovan Grayson in the back of the head with a chain assisted Execution elbow.

All that is left is Damien Axel. He tries to fight back, throwing a punch towards Slate Bass and kicking Princess Nova in the gut, but the two on one with the chains is too much. Both, with the chains wrapped around their fists, punch him in the ribs several times. Axel is brought down to a knee. Nova wraps the chain around his throat and pulls back as Slate Bass winds up with one more punch with the chain, making Damien Axel collapse to the ground with a thud.

Walking around the battered Malice, Princess Nova and Slate Bass breathe heavily, still a bit worn down from their long night, but they got a measure of revenge. Eden smirks at the two.

Eden: Excellent work… Almost made up for the result of tonight.

Holding his ribs, Slate responds.

Slate Bass: Our work is far from over… A war is coming.

Princess Nova matches Eden’s smirk.

Princess Nova: And at one time I would have been despondent about failing you, but now I’m eager to make it up to you… any way possible.

Walking to the shrine, Eden picks up a picture of Brian Zewbowski and a candle, both of which are some of the few that weren’t affected by Hangman James crashing into the shrine. Together, Slate and Nova hold up Damien Axel in a double surfboard, holding him up so he can take a long look at Eden.

Crouching down, Eden gets close to the face of Axel as she holds in her hands the candle and the photo of Brian.

Eden: So, this is the man you worship? Brian, Humanity. You know, tonight is something special for him. He can become the AMA Grand Champion. It’s such a shame you won’t be able to witness it.

Eden has a cold chuckle.

Eden: Not that he’d care anyways.

Then she lights the corner of the picture with the candle.

Eden: You worship a man who doesn’t exchange the same feelings. You want to be like him, but you’ll never achieve those heights. Meanwhile, we will be the guiding light. We are the curators of AMA’s future. Your way will wash away… We'll meet again.

Dropping the picture, Eden quickly stomps the head of Damien Axel to the ground with a curb stomp, ROOTED, from The Residence! Damien Axel lies face first on the ground as both Hangman and Grayson are out as well. Eden leads Slate and Nova out of the room.

The camera zooms in on the burning picture of Brian Zewbowski lying next to Damien as the scene fades away, a message, sent.

AMA GRAND CHAMPIONSHIP
Gold Rush Tournament
Semifinals Match

Shinzo Omega v. Brian Zewbowski

Shinzo and Brian just stare at each other from opposite corners, not even stepping forward as the sound still reverberates in the air. Both men know that all that now stands between them and challenging for the AMA Grand Championship later on tonight, is each other. Both men approach each other and exchange words, as Shinzo pats his chest almost as if it is an open invitation for Brian to take his best show.

Pierce Donovan: Shinzo looks like is laying down the gauntlet here, are we going to kick off this semifinal match with a good old fashioned slap contest?

Jasper Phoenix: This is just an excuse for both these pussies to waste some time and hope to get some cheap cheers from some of the more dense marks in attendance tonight. This isn’t wrestling!

Brian steps forward and connects with an impressive chop to Shinzo, before lowering his arms and allowing his opponent to have a shot of his own. Shinzo smirks and seems to say something back to Brian before stepping forward and slapping his opponent equally as hand with a hard chop to the chest. Brian responds with a chop, then Shinzo delivers another, then Brian chops again and then Shinzo with another as both men just stare each other down as the crowd start cheering to show their appreciation for what both men are bringing to the table.

Pierce Donovan: This match might be starting slowly, but both men are setting the tone for the rest of the match.

Jasper Phoenix: Setting the tone? This match hasn’t even started yet, this is just an excuse for both men to rub each other’s chests.

Shinzo slaps his own chest a few more times and makes it clear that he wants Brian to give him his best shot. However, as Brian comes in Shinzo instead ducks and connects with a solid European uppercut to Zewbowski’s jaw before grabbing hold of him and bringing him down to the mat with a release German Suplex. The impact is heavy, but much to everyone’s delight Brian gets up to his feet instantaneously and claps his hands together almost to show Shinzo that he respects his hustle. Both men approach each other though and interlocks their right hands and then interlocks their left hands as they start to push each other back and forth in a battle of dominance and fighting for ring position. Brian seems to get an early advantage though as he pushes Shinzo up against the ropes and then transitions himself that he manages to lock in a headlock before using the momentum of the ropes to drop Omega down onto the mat with a bulldog.

Pierce Donovan: Zewbowski takes Omega down onto the mat, although it is going to take a lot more than that to keep Shinzo down for the count.

Jasper Phoenix: The sooner this contest ends the better, because it doesn’t matter who the winner of this contest is. Max Maverick is destined to be the inaugural winner of the AMA Grand Championship.

Brian pushes himself up onto his feet and with Shinzo still on the floor he gives him a stiff kick to the upper left arm before grabbing hold of him by the scruff of the neck and wrenching him up. Shinzo though, won’t be taken easily as he breaks Brian’s grip and smashes him with a forehead before sending him wheeling backwards with a perfectly timed spinning backfist. Although Brian looks groggy from the contact, he instantly surges forward and connects with a truly powerful WELCOME TO HELL with the perfectly time Clothesline from Hell causing Shinzo to flip on his axis turning 360 degree and crash down onto the mat and instantly grabbing his knee being held in a brace. As Brian looks to cover Shinzo, he is left annoyed though as ‘The End’ rolls himself underneath the ropes and slips out of the ring to prevent a cover from taking place.

Pierce Donovan: Humanity pulled his version of the Clothesline From Hell out of nowhere, but Shinzo showed just how strong his wrestling instincts are by rolling underneath the ropes and guaranteeing his safety for a while longer.

Jasper Phoenix: All I saw was a no good coward, doing his best to hang on in this match a while longer. Just take your medicine like a man and lie where you fall.

Brian looks annoyed, as he follows Shinzo towards the ropes with his fallen opponent reaching up to the apron in an attempt to pull himself back up onto his feet. Brian springboards off the top rope and then leaps off as he spins in mid-air looking to take out Shinzo with a 450 Splash, when by a show absolute strength Shinzo manages to catch Brian and instead transitions the move into a Samoan Drop causing Zewbowski to bounce down on the floor with all the momentum built up from his aerial assault with it being plainly clear that the impact hurt an awful lot. Shinzo adjusts his knee brace before dragging hold of Shinzo and moving him forward slightly before making a throat cutting gesture with his right hand before clambering up onto the security barricade and looking down at Zewbowski before smiling and dropping down with a Leg Drop only to have a look of complete horror as Brian would roll out of the way causing Omega to land down hard on his tailbone.

Pierce Donovan: Bump after bump after bump. That was a heavy landing for Shinzo, in what is clearly a battle between two men who are highly intelligent when it comes to their approach to a wrestling match and like a game of chess their wrestling brains are in constant competition.

Jasper Phoenix: He literally missed a leg drop and fell on his ass and you are labelling him as some sort of genius? This is a new level of kissing ass Pierce, even for you!

The referee hasn’t even attempted to initiate a ring count, perhaps under the instruction that there must be a winner in tonight’s contest and a double countout would simply be unacceptable. Zewbowski though, seems intent on getting the action back on track as he takes hold of Shinzo and lifts him up and rolls underneath the bottom ropes and back into the ring before clambering through the ropes himself only to bring all of his way down onto Shinzo with a Fist Drop before attempting a quick cover. One-NO! Shinzo forces his shoulders up off the canvas before the referee can even get his hand down for a two count. Brian pushes himself up, only to be caught out from behind as Shinzo rolls him over with an unexpected schoolboy roll-up. One, Two - Kickout! Brian breaks out of the cover, but it is clear by the look on his face that he isn’t at all pleased to have almost been caught out in the manner he just was.

Both men are on their knees as they grab for each other and begin exchanging forearms shots, blow for blow with the target area very much being each other's chins and it is clear that both men are doing a real number on each other. In the same manner as their chopoff went sideways, this time it is Humanity who breaks the rules of engagement as instead of going for another forearm smash he instead jab Shinzo in the throat before pushing himself up to his feet and connecting with a double footed drop kick cannoning Shinzo backwards into the nearby turnbuckle.

Pierce Donovan: The manner in which both these men are fighting, they need to be very careful otherwise they might not be able to bring their best in tonight’s final.

Jasper Phoenix: When are you going to realise that this match means absolutely nothing? Tonight is about the celebration of Max Maverick, one of the greatest wrestlers in the history of this sport. Tonight he reminds the world why he truly is the greatest of all time!

With Shinzo’s back against the turnbuckle, Brian charges forwards and flips in mid-air as he crashes down onto Shinzo below with a perfectly timed Cannonball leaving Shinzo flailing from the impact. Zewbowski though, doesn’t take his foot off the pedal though as he be bounces off the middle rope and with all his force and drives both his feet down onto Shinzo’s stomach with a driving double footed stomach that leaves Omega’s mouth agape as all of the wind is forced out of his lungs as Brian grabs hold of Shinzo by both of his legs and drags him into the middle of the ring away from the reach of the ropes before dropping to his knees and proceeding to punch his opponent multiple times on the injured knee.

Jasper Phoenix: Now this is what I like to see, a level of brutality. The one they call Humanity is starting to understand you have to have no limits if you are going to achieve anything in this business?

Pierce Donovan: Are you saying that Brian has a chance of winning the Grand Championship?

Jasper Phoenix: Absolutely not. Guy is an absolute loser and on a perpetual journey of irrelevancies and nothigness. I don’t even know why this match is even taking place, I’d rather see Burger Boy and Belly Man!

Pierce Donovan: You’ve got their names the wrong way around their Jasper.

Jasper Phoenix: Do you think I really care?

Brian is wrenching at Shinzo’s knee doing his best to remove the brace, but Shinzo refuses to let it happen as he grab hold of Brian by the neck and begins to punch him repeatedly in the side of the head with unrelenting force until Zewbowski is forced to let go, but Shinzo shows no sign of stopping until the referee both men as Brian has brushed up against the ropes and enforced the rope break although it is plainly obvious that it was deliberate. Brian remains on the mat nursing his head as Shinzo grabs at the ropes and gets back onto his feet and looks down at Brian with a look of disgust as he takes a couple of steps backwards and recomposes himself before it becomes clear that Omega is stalking his prey. Waiting for something to happen, and just as Brian pushes onto one knee Shinzo comes charging forward and connects with the END IS NEAR in a move that looks like it nearly took Brian’s head clean off his shoulders.

Rather than going for the cover though, Shinzo grabs Brian by his wrist and holds onto it tightly before grabbing Brian up into the air. The referee caught in a blind zone though, totally misses Zewbowski uncharastically rake Omega’s eye almost in a desperate act to remain in the contest that causes Shinzo to loosen his grip as Brian returns to his feet on the mat before taking hold of Shinzo and turning the tables by lifting Omega up into the air and sending him crashing down hard onto the canvas with THE DEVIL’S WHISPER in a move that looks like it might just have rendered Shinzo unconscious as he drops down onto his opponent for the cover. One, Two, Thre-NO! Before the referee can complete his count he points at the bottom rope, which currently has Omega’s right foot resting upon it.

Pierce Donovan: Shinzo will not die! This match continues and it is truly turning into a match of the ages, both these men are pushing each other to their absolute limit.

Brian looks visibly annoyed as he uncharastically turns to the referee and sharts shouting at them clearly making a signal of three to the referee seeming to not having understood that Shinzo’s foot was on the rope. With Zebowski’s back to Omega, the Canadian native is quick to get up onto his feet as he strong handley grabs hold of Brian’s wrist. As Zewbowski turns he is pulled towards Omega who connects with the End Is Near, but doesn’t let go of his opponent’s arm. Instead, Shinzo throws a second flying knee into Brian’s head as his rival drops to his knees from the second impact. Shinzo then runs towards the ropes and springboards back as he connects with a Shining Wizard to the back of Zebowski’s neck. One, Two-NO! Kickout!

Jasper Phoenix: How is this match still going on, both of these dudes suck and this match is boring as hell.

Pierce Donovan: Perhaps if you actually watched the match instead of playing AMA SuperCards you might actually be enjoying yourself. This match is awesome!

Zewbowski looks worse for wear, as Shinzo looks down at his opponent and wrenches him up to his feet only to punch him in the ribs for good measure as he drags Brian towards the ropes as he takes hold of Zewbowski in his clutches as he mounts the second rope on the turnbuckle as he lifting Brian upside down only to leap off the turnbuckle sending his man down hard onto the mat with extra height with NO REDEMPTION (Misawa's Tiger Driver 91) before cradling Bran over for the cover. One, Two, Three!

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Blake Justice and Brandon Roberts are seen frantically running towards each other in the backstage hallways before stopping to a halt, both clearly out of breath and gasping for air. Both on the look out for Sawyer Xavier and Monstruo del Circo to no avail.

Blake Justice: Did you see them? They can't have gone far. Those motherfuckers.

Roberts shakes his head, Blake seems rattled and unleashes a frustrated yell out loud which echoes backstage. They both make their way towards the locker room area, still trying to catch their breath in the process. They enter the Cutters' locker room, before stopping dead in their tracks. It's like a scene out of a horror film with blood smeared across the walls. An unsettling sight, perhaps a preview of things to come in the boiler room later.

Blake Justice: What the hell is this?

Roberts is just stood there for the moment, whilst Blake slowly approaches a shovel stuck in the wall in the distance. Confusion and disgust beginning to display on his face. Stuck right between a plush bear's head, separating it from the rest of its body. A grim preview of what might happen to Blake by Circo later. A note is attached that reads:

'Welcome home, Blake. Preview of coming events.'

Roberts slowly approaches from behind, a clear look of disgust seen on his face as well. He looks towards Blake who passes him the note. He looks down at it, before looking back towards Blake.

Brandon Roberts: You need to end this, tonight.

Blake grabs the note back out of Roberts' hand, before ripping it up and throwing the shreds of paper to the ground.

Blake Justice: Circo won't be a problem when I get my hands on him. Make sure Sawyer isn't giving us any more grief after tonight. I don't want either of these men moving when we are done with them. You might be on your own tonight, I got shit to deal with. Just make sure you don't mess this up. Sawyer has been a thorn in the side of the Cutters and Touch for far too long. We need to put an end to all of this.

Roberts looks on nodding, in agreement. Clenching his fists and ready to settle his business later as expected. Blake gets ready to walk away, before turning back once last time to look at Roberts.

Blake Justice: One last thing, you see that sick psycho clown later. Don't hessite to lay him out. The boiler room is just my guarantee, if I had it my way he wouldn't be making it anywhere tonight. He needs to be finished.

Grand Championship Blank Check Match
Singles Match for a future Grand Championship Match

Tetsuo Ishii v. Liberty Olivera Lawrenson

Tetsuo Ishii’s music hits and he makes his way out to a nice, positive reception from the fans. He poses and waves to the fans as he walks down to the ring, even doing his signature shrug before rolling into the ring.

Reina de la Cruz: From Jobsama, Japan and weighing in at 220 lb, he is “The Agent of Love” Tetsuo Ishii!

Jasper Phoenix: Huh, this guy still works here.

Pierce Donovan: Ishii is in fact still employed here, yes. He faces quite the challenge ahead of him tonight.




“Down in Texas” hits and Liberty Olivera Lawrenson walks out without any sort of fanfare or posing or anything. Liberty is all business as she walks straight down to the ring.

Reina de la Cruz: and his opponent, from El Paso, Texas and weighing in at 128 lb, “The Southern Succubus” Liberty Olivera Lawrenson!

Before the bell even rings, Liberty charges at Tetsuo and hits a superwoman punch on him! Tetsuo goes down instantly and the referee orders Liberty to step back. The referee checks on Tetsuo, who insists on continuing, and the referee calls for the bell.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Pierce Donovan: Liberty chomping at the bit to get this going, striking Ishii before the bell even rings!

Ishii rises up but Liberty shoves him back in the corner and unloads on him with forearm smashes! She follows up with several muay thai elbow strikes! She drags him out of the corner and hits a hip toss on Ishii!

Ishii tries to get up but Liberty strikes with a running knee to the head! She hits him with XXX-Factor! She’s not through yet though as she applies the LOL Lock and Ishii taps out immediately!

Reina de la Cruz: The winner of the match, Liberty Olivera Lawrenson!

Pierce Donovan: Ishii didn’t even stand a chance!

Jasper Phoenix: Liberty means business, Pierce!

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Going to the trainer’s room we see participant in the Bunkhouse Stampede from earlier in the night, Daniel Christian, sitting on the end of the patient table, getting checked on by AMA staff. (Despite being ironic considering the company’s name). Daniel has a pack of ice on his leg and the doctor is rubbing his shoulder, helping him stretch it. The young star winces and takes out his camera, ready to vlog.

Daniel Christian: So guys, here I am after my match tonight and I did well, but couldn’t get the win- oww!

He yelps out as the doctor presses down on a spot on his shoulder blade.

Daniel Christian: Easy, man.

Doctor: How else is this going to get better? Don’t worry, it should be over in a second.

Turning his attention back to his camera, Daniel continues.

Daniel Christian: So yeah, I’m getting checked up after a crazy match like that. Banged up, but no big deal.

The doctor chuckles.

Doctor: I have seen far worse results after a match, although some rest may help.

Brushing off the doctor, Daniel responds.

Daniel Christian: Nah, I’m on that grind. I need to see if I can get to the end next time I’m in a situation like that.

Interrupting their conversation, we see, limping into the room with help from another doctor, one of Daniel’s opponent’s Buffalo Jones. The veteran is banged up and already has ice on his shoulder. His cheek has a bruise on it and he got things worse in the Bunkhouse match. With some help from the doctor, he sits down on the neighboring table to Daniel. The doctor who brought Buffalo in gives him a hand symbol to tell him that he’ll be back in five, and the doctor checking on Daniel Christian backs up.

Doctor: Okay, nothing major from what I can see, just a few bruises, nothing broken. I’ll be back in a few minutes, just need to get a few things.

Daniel Christian: Thanks doc.

The other doctor leaves the room, and thus the two opponents from tonight are there alone. Daniel turns off his camera and lies back down, wincing as he does, but Buffalo, realizing with his promise he made that his time in AMA is up, decides to leave on a good note.

Buffalo Jones: Hey kid, you got a minute?

Daniel, keeping his eyes closed, responds.

Daniel Christian: Why? Want to be part of my VLOG?

Buffalo Jones: What? No, you’re not shoving that camera in my face. I want to talk with you, man to man, and, well, give thanks.

Hearing that word, Daniel opens his eyes and slowly sits back up to look the veteran in the eyes.

Buffalo Jones: That Marquee guy has been running his damn mouth for far too long.

The Vlogger takes a deep breath and nods.

Daniel Christian: Thanks, glad we sent him back to Broadway flat on his ass.

Buffalo Jones: And while I’m at it, and thanks for getting Norman out of that match. That wasn’t easy.

Daniel Christian: Tell me about it! Seriously, that dude needs to lay off the second helpings…

Daniel lightens the mood with some humor. Buffalo Jones, despite how hardened he is after all the years of paying his dues, is able to give a small grin in return before staring off to the side and sighing.

Buffalo Jones: I guess this is a bit bitter sweet moment though. Because I made a promise that if I didn’t beat Norman, I’d be done, and even after all this, I came up short. So I guess my time in AMA is up.

Daniel Christian: Come on, you don’t need to do that. There was no contract, and besides, people break promises in wrestling all the time.

Turning his head to Daniel, Buffalo says in response.

Buffalo Jones: That may be true, but in all my years the most important thing you can give is your word and I honor it. So really, that’s it for me. But I don’t want to leave with any regrets and I can say the future in AMA seems bright. Kid, I think you can be part of it. Just keep steppin’. You got your social media stuff and that’s alright, but put in the work. Man up and face those tough guys because if you can defeat Norman and you’re still early on, the sky's the limit. Make a name for yourself.

Nodding at the advice, Daniel Christian is a touch more subdued than normal. He simply responds.

Daniel Christian: Thanks… means a lot.

Pausing, Buffalo Jones adds.

Buffalo Jones: Just one more thing, promise me this. Promise me that you’ll make Norman pay while you do it. I don’t give a rat's ass what his heritage is, make him pay.

Giving a nod of understanding, Daniel shakes the hand of the departing Buffalo Jones.

Daniel Christian: You got it. Good luck with whatever’s next, dude.

Buffalo Jones: Good luck to you too, kid. Keep at it.

And with that, the scene slowly fades away as we cut to what is next.

Boiler Room Brawl
Monstruo del Circo v. Blake Justice

The camera pans to a boiler room. The walls covered in a red tint that is barely visibly seen by the old bulb lighting up the room ever so slightly. The room looks very unkempt, dusty with cobwebs visibly seen in areas all around the room. Piping is scattered around the room.

Monstruo del Circo is stood on his own in the room, anxiously awaiting Blake Justice's arrival and scanning everywhere around him with wide eyes. Suddenly a light scrape of what sounds like a shovel makes an unnerving & unnatural sound against the concrete flooring outside, getting louder the closer it reaches to the door to the boiler room entrance. The handle opens as a dark hooded figure walks in. Circo looks on with an intense fury in his eyes, they widen as he grabs a steel pipe resting against the brick wall beside him.

The man removes his hood, it's Blake Justice. His face is totally blank and emotionless for now, as he stares deeply across the room at Circo. He lifts up his shovel and begins to laugh manically all of a sudden before lowering it again. As the two men edge closer, Blake continues to once again scrape the shovel across the floor. The sound taunting and getting to Circo who becomes increasingly agitated at the sound.

Monstruo del Circo: I've had enough of your fucking games Justice!

An intense stare down begins between both men. They get up close and personal in each other's faces, daring one another to make the first move. Blake bumps Circo in the head knocking him back, Circo gets right up in his face again.

Monstruo del Circo: THIS WHAT YOU WANTED, HUH?

A huge grin begins to form on Blake's face as Circo looks on enraged and begins to wield the steel pipe with both hands now. Blake seems to be savouring every single moment, begging for him to take the first shot.

Pierce Donovan: This is not going to be a wrestling match for those of you at home. This won't be for the faint of heart.

Jasper Phoenix: Only one of these men are walking out of here tonight, and I use the word 'walking' lightly Pierce. These men aren't going to be standing after this.

Blake drops the shovel to the ground, it goes with a loud thud as it bounces off the ground. He's toying with Circo and puts his hands behind his back, giving him a free shot. He leans in forehead first, and looks down at the pipe Circo is wielding. He's demanding Circo hit him in the top of the skull with it.

Pierce Donovan: What the hell is Blake doing Phoenix?

Jasper Phoenix: He's not right, he's asking to be hit in the skull with that pipe. I don't think he intends on walking out of here tonight.

Blake Justice: Go on, DO IT. Right here.

Circo lifts the pipe high in the air, and for a slight moment pauses before moving in for the blow. This brief pause is enough time for Blake to deliver a low blow to Circo. He drops to his knees momentarily in agony, dropping the steel pipe in the process.

Blake Justice: Like I thought, you don't have the balls!

Blake continues toying with Circo, lightly kicking him whilst he's down. Circo begins to yell in complete anger and charges at Blake full force, knocking him in to some pipes across the room. Blake groans in pain. He doesn't stop there, he begins to deliver wicked blows and strikes letting out all of his anger and frustration all at once which causes Blake to drop to the ground. After exerting so much energy, he stops for just a moment, enough time for Blake to start laughing once again right in his face even whilst on the ground beaten.

Pierce Donovan: I don't believe what I'm seeing here, Blake is just asking for more.

Jasper Phoenix: He's playing mind games with Circo.

Pierce Donovan: My idea of mind games isn't asking to get beat up, he's sick and twisted!

Circo lifts up Blake's face as he continues to just laugh uncontrollably. He lets go as Blake slumps back down on to the ground. Circo looks across at the shovel laying on the ground and picks it up. He starts to scrape it across the ground like Blake did earlier. This triggers something in Blake who begins to rise up. Bloodied already from the frenzied attack. Seeing Circo with the shovel in his hand seems to really anger him. The ball is now in Circo's court, who notices this, and begins to lightly chuckle with shovel in hand.

Jasper Phoenix: I don't think Blake liked that one bit Pierce.

Pierce Donovan: Circo giving Blake a bit of his own medicine, beating him at his own twisted game.

Circo almost looks stunned to see Blake starting to stand up. He shakes it off and gets poised ready with the shovel in hand. He launches in for the attack with the shovel, but Blake grabs it in the air before it can connect. The two begin to wrestle over the shovel. Blake hits Circo in the gut with a devastating knee strike which knocks the wind out of him and causes Circo to lose his grip. Blake now has possession of the shovel, and targets the abdomen with a shovel strike. Circo drops to the ground in complete agony. Blake is hovering the shovel over Circo's skull.

Jasper Phoenix: Someone needs to get that god damn shovel out of his hands! He's going to kill him.

Circo in desperation grabs a hold of Blake's feet and trips him up. As Blake is staggered on the ground, Circo goes behind him and tries to apply a rear naked choke. He can't quite muster up enough energy to clinch it in fully. Blake begins to recover and manages to break himself out of the hold pulling away Circo's arms who is trying to apply it fully. He delivers some back elbow strikes behind him which rattles Circo.

Both men at this point are completely exhausted for the time being, Blake uses this time to rise back up to his feet. He looks around at his surroundings planning his next move. Circo is still trying to shake the cobwebs off as Blake grabs a hold of him and lifts him up by the collar. He drags him over to some pipes, and rests Circo's head there. He steps back, and begins to lift one of his knees up. Light bulb flicking in his head.

Pierce Donovan: Oh for god sake, NO! Don't tell me he's thinking what I'm thinking.

Blake pats both of his knees and looks on at Circo with a sick, sadistic smile on his face. Blake goes full throttle at Circo who is resting against the pipes and raises his knees at the tail end of his run.

Only JUST at that the last second, Circo moves out of the way before the knee strike connected with his skull on the piping. Blake goes knee first in to the pipes and yells out in complete pain. The sound of the pipe connecting with his knee echoes in the boiler room. Blake drops to the ground and can barely move his knee anymore, groaning loudly. Circo looks on, and holds up gang signs whilst smiling.

Pierce Donovan: Costly mistake by Blake there Jasper.

Jasper Phoenix: For once his sick plans have backfired on him, and now he's going to pay for it.

Circo grabs the shovel from the ground once again, wanting payback for the attack from Blake earlier on in the match. He makes his way over to Blake and lifts the shovel right above his knee. Intending to drop it and inflict even more damage. At this point, Blake begins to plead and beg with Circo. This only seems to make him even more angry.

Blake Justice: PLEASE...STOP. I CAN'T FEEL MY KNEE.

This time Circo doesn't hesitate and drops the shovel down on to Blake's knees several times, each time more aggressive than the last. Blake continues crying out in agony as Circo becomes more and more unhinged with every blow. After a flurry of punishing shovel attacks, Circo throws the shovel across the room as the sound of it bouncing off the concrete flooring can be heard in the distance. Circo kneels down to Blake on the ground, grabs a hold of him by the neck and makes sure he's looking up at him.

Monstruo del Circo: We finish this on my terms, not yours.

Pierce Donovan: Blake asked for this side of Circo, he got it.

Circo removes his grasp and sits on the floor, cross legged and contemplating his next move. He looks across at the pipes Blake tried to crush him on earlier, bad intentions clearly starting to form in his mind. His thought process is interrupted by Blake beginning to stagger to his feet, somehow. Blake is resting against the pipes, barely able to stand up with his knee shattered from the sustained shovel attack earlier. Bloodied and beaten, Blake looks on at Circo with another wide sick grin on his face.

Pierce Donovan: Blake. Is. Smiling.

Jasper Phoenix: He's barely able to stand Pierce, yet he's still like a caged rabid animal.

Circo yells out in anger at Blake refusing to stay down, he stands up and begins charging towards him. Blake is able to dodge the first strike, as Circo's fist connects with the piping causing him to retreat slightly back in pain. Blake delivers a crushing uppercut to Circo giving him wobbly feet, and another. Blake uses his upper strength to charge towards Circo making them both fall to the ground, this hurts Blake a great deal who's now holding on to his knee in pain once again. Circo begins to bleed on his face. Blake begins to mutter to himself to work through the pain, he leans over Circo and grabs a hold of his neck choking him.

Jasper Phoenix: For god sake, Circo can't breathe. This match needs to stop.

Pierce Donovan: Circo needs to act fast Phoenix, he's fading away.

Circo looks beside him fading away, his eyes widen slightly when he notices the steel pipe from earlier is just about in his reach on the ground. Blake is too busy choking him out to notice this. With all of his strength, he reaches out his right arm until he can feel his fingers connecting with the steel pipe. He grabs a hold of it, and with what power he has left smashes it to the side of Blake's left leg.

Blake Justice: AHH, YOU MOTHERFUCKER!

Blake releases his grip and falls back in pain, this only seems to enrage him more as he fights to grab a hold of the pipe from Circo's right hand. Circo is able to strike Blake in the gut before reversing him over as the one laying on the ground now. He grabs a hold of the pipe with both hands and crushes it down on Blake's neck.

Circo doesn't let up until Blake begins to fade out, his eyes glazed over before closing fully. The red marks from the pipe on Blake's neck and the pressure can be clearly seen. Circo throws the pipe to the side of him and stands up. He looks down at Blake and staggers his way to the boiler room door. He looks back one more time to see a motionless Blake on the ground before departing the room.

Jasper Phoenix: You got wonder if Blake is going to get up from that Pierce.

Pierce Donovan: Circo did what he had to do, but that was hard to watch Jasper.

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Back in the hallway with Don Marshall, a rampage ensues. Security agents try to slow him down but this only makes Don angrier. He grabs one by the throat with both hands and slams him against the concrete wall, knocking him out instantly and dropping his limp body to the ground. Another agent rushes him but is met with a large boot to the jaw. A third agent is thrown off into the camera crew who fall down and send the camera facing upwards from the ground. Finally a producer rushes into the scene from the corner of the screen.

Don Marshall: Where are they?

Producer: Don, the Bordeauxs are about to be with the doctor down over in the medical office. Leave these kids alone for goodness sake!

Don turns around like a wild beast stalking his prey and looks him dead in the eyes and just as quickly turns around and marches towards the medical area.

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The theme music of Daniel Christian plays once again tonight and the fans, after him having an impressive two eliminations in the Bunkhouse Stampede, give a respectable cheer as the social media star makes his way out, tape around his shoulder, still in his gear and a camera in his hands that he holds up to record himself.

Pierce Donovan: Weird, Daniel Christian has already competed tonight, and even made his way out already.

Jasper Phoenix: The kid needs to go backstage, he’s not scheduled to be out here! Go edit your Vlogs or something, rest up!

Daniel nods to the fans and gives a small smirk to his own camera as he heads down the rampway. Walking around the ring, he requests a microphone from a ringside attendee before sliding into the ring. As his theme music fades away. He holds up the microphone with one hand and just manages to get the camera up to record his face for his own vlog.

Daniel Christian: Now, sorry about taking up more of your time tonight, but I guess I have something I need to get off of my chest. Tonight we lost a lot of great men in this company and their absence will be felt. We have a few younger guys like myself, Cali, Marquise, the Bordeaux’s and more who are willing to take that torch and I know I’m willing to step up, but it’s not enough.

Turning towards the entrance-way, Daniel addresses his message to people in the back.

Daniel Christian: Things will never be okay as long as we have a bunch of bullies walking around doing whatever they want like Norman Namatjira. Tonight I did something people thought was impossible, I shut him up, but this isn’t over. I know we’re both a bit banged up but I think I earned a one on one shot against you Norman, so how about tonight?

At the thought of another match, the crowd in attendance cheers.

Pierce Donovan: Another match? Are you sure that is wise?

Jasper Phoenix: It isn’t. He’ll be held together by glue and duct tape by the end of it.

Daniel Christian: After all, it’d make for a pretty great Vlog episode, I’ll call it “Real Life David vs Goliath,” so come on down, let’s get a referee!

Putting the microphone on the ground, Daniel Christian stands in the ring, getting ready for a fight and after a few moments, we see Norman Namatjira on the main screen. He appears to be backstage somewhere, speaking in front of the walls of the arena. Staring into the camera, he speaks.

Norman Namatjira: Daniel… Daniel… Daniel…

He speaks his name three times, and cuts a glare at the camera.

Norman Namatjira: You’re acting quite bold. We do battle in a cage like animals and that is not enough for you. I may take pride in breaking the bones of men like you all to please my ancestors and do their will, but I am no simple man. I will not compete tonight a second time, let alone in this disgusting colonized city. Your time will come, Daniel Christian. Soon I will run you off like Buffalo James. But unlike him, it will not be in one piece and your body will be used to fertilize the land we take for granted. You are marked, Daniel. Your time will come.

After the brief message, the screen cuts and Daniel Christian, in the ring, puts his tongue in his cheek, disappointed. Reaching down to grab the microphone, he does a quick response.

Daniel Christian: Wrong answer. What’s wrong? You usually have no problem picking fights and yet when someone stands up, you run? You can’t run forever, and I’ll be waiting.

Putting the microphone down, Daniel Christian’s music plays again as he exits the ring and walks down the ramp, slapping the hands of a few fans.

Pierce Donovan: Well Daniel Christian showed some guts, but didn’t get the answer he was looking for.

Jasper Phoenix: And that answer was probably for his own good, Norman didn’t just save him from a brutal beating from him, but he saved Daniel from himself.

Heading up the ramp, Daniel turns to the crowd to acknowledge them and even turns his vlog camera to view the crowd. Turning around he heads for the curtains. They move and…

A SHOT OF FIRE COMES OUT OF THEM TOWARDS DANIEL’S FACE!

Pierce Donovan: Fireball! Fireball! What the f-!?

Jasper Phoenix: Where did that come from!? The f-

The announcers both keep themselves from swearing as Daniel flails on the ground, the fireball hitting his face! Medical staff from ringside rush the stage as we see… walking out from the curtain… Norman Namatjira walks through. He has some tape around his leg, also feeling the effects of the Bunkhouse Stampede, but he watches with a sick grin. The crowd jeer as Norman kneels over Daniel, enjoying watching him squirm.

Pierce Donovan: Norman, the sick sick man! You couldn’t face him in a match but you try to blind the kid!?

Jasper Phoenix: There is a line, and I think Norman may have crossed it.

As the fans continue to jeer and the staff checks on Daniel Christian, the segment cuts away.

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A gentle ticking sound begins. It begins to grow louder and louder before it becomes deafening, before immediately going silent.

Voice: Tres mil quinientos millones de mujeres caminan por la Tierra. Al ralentí, día a día, mes a mes, año a año.

A whirlwind is shown blowing leaves and grass along a forest trail, down into a stream. The water flows off a ledge and starts to drip, matching the pace of the initial ticking....and then silence.

Voice: Continúan con sus vidas, sin saber lo que les espera. Sin apetito. Ningún deseo. Sin esperanza. Contentarse con una vida de mediocridad.

The sound of crunching leaves then starts faint, then gets louder and more rapid, almost as if something is running closer to the point of view. A blurry flash of grey zooms across the screen and into the tree line, before the sun sets and the forest grows dark.

Voice: Una mujer con el espíritu del lobo corriendo por sus venas sabe lo que desea. Sabe que para ser la reina, la suprema, debe buscar sangre.

Various animal sounds rain out. Shrieks, hoots, chirps. The sounds are broken by piercing red eyes emerging from a clearing.

Voice: AMA Wrestling nunca antes había visto a una mujer como yo. Hermosa, atlética, puedo besarte y luego romperte con un momento fugaz. Cualquiera que se atreva a pasar delante de mí será derribado.

A piercingly high shrieking howl then echoes through the forest. The rapid, loud ticking starts again, but then gets softer and softer before silent.

Voice: Mi tiempo de espera en las sombras ha terminado. El próximo show, hago mi debut y recojo mi primera alma. El mundo ha sido advertido. Es hora de honrarme, o caer a mis pies.

Gnashing, drooled teeth then come snarling at the screen and it fades to darkness.

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The show cuts to what looks to be a doctor’s office, where we are greeted with the sight of AMA’s newest tag team, The Bordeaux siblings, being treated by the company’s head physician after their grueling debut in the aptly named promotion. While nursing his ribs, Bret looks on with a glint of worry in his eyes as his sister, who’s sat on a table located in the centre of the room, receives a series of questions designed to check for signs of concussion with her having had a particularly ferocious debut.

Bret Bordeaux: How is she?

The doctor gives a thumbs up before responding.

Doctor: Concussion free, surprisingly.

With all worry having left him at the sound of the doctor’s all clear, Bret walks towards his sister, who greets him with a blood-stained, toothy smile and a nose filled with tissues.

Bret Bordeaux: How’re you feeling? Good?

Bellatrix, goofy smile still plastered on her face, slides off the table and onto her feet in an energetic manner that shouldn’t be possible considering the beating she received.

Bellatrix Bordeaux: That…was…AWESOME!

Looking equally amused and taken aback at his sister’s zestfulness and apparent superhuman healing factor, Bret lets out a momentary chuckle before responding, a vast, gleeful smile forming on his face.

Bret Bordeaux: I know, right?

Trixie’s eyes widen as her excitement intensifies, almost jumping on the spot as she speaks, barely able to contain her delight.

Bellatrix Bordeaux: DUDE! We’re like, the best Hitmen EVER! And the judges were cheering us on! I heard some of them yell my name, I dunno how they knew it, but it felt AMAZING! It, like, gave me superpowers or something. I hope they hire us again…when will we find out if we passed the test?

Bret’s broad smile falters ever so slightly, the shame of lying about their job to his sister trying to escape him.

Bret Bordeaux: They’ll get back to us soon…look, Trix…there’s something you need to kno-

SLAM!

Everyone turns their heads as the office door bursts open, and before they even have a chance to react, The Bordeaux siblings are being set on by Don Marshall of The Northern Touch. Being the only person there operating at one-hundred percent, the doctor reacts the fastest, making a b-line for the door and escaping as Don Marshall begins his assault.

Before a word is spoken Don Marshall throws the doctor's chair at full strength right to the head of Bret who immediately falls to the floor grabbing his face. Taking her completely off guard, Don Marshall pretty much runs straight through Trixie, nearly launching her clean over the doctor’s table and sending her crashing into a set of drawers on the other side of the room. Having knocked the young woman for a loop, Don picks up Bret by the hair and brings him to his feet. Bret takes a swing but hits nothing but air as Don looks disgusted at his attempt. Hard right hand by Don stuns him further and Don then picks him up off the ground and begins choking him with both hands. Bret struggles for air and grabs his throat but Don is too strong.

Finally Trixie manages to rabbit punch Don in the back and he lets go of Bret who crumples and tries to regain consciousness.

Jean-Louis Gagnon, Don Marshall's tag team partner in The Northern Touch, enters the scene to have Don's back.

Being the far more experienced of the two siblings, Bret doesn’t even allow Gagnon the chance to land the first punch. Stopping him dead in his tracks as he double-legs the French-Canadian to the ground, Bret begins raining down a barrage of rights and lefts into his face, causing “Le Fantastique” to try and cover-up. Landing a good six to eight punches to his attacker’s face and forearms, Bret is blindsided with a boot to the side of the head, courtesy of Don Marshall, knocking him off of Gagnon and allowing the pair to begin a combined assault on the Louisiana native.

As they soccer punt holes into Bret’s body, “Jonny Lou” begins bombarding him with a verbal onslaught to match the physical one, apparently not happy at having his face punched in.

Jean-Louis Gagnon: You fucking cunt! Who the fuck do you think you are, huh!? You wannabe French prick!

As they kick away at Bret, what can only be described as WRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH can be heard from off-camera, causing the pair to look up. However, before they have time to react, a five-foot eight-inch blonde missile flies into the shot, crashing into both Northern Touch members and sending them, along with herself, slamming into the back wall and tumbling to the floor.

Bret tries to stand but simply can’t as Don gets to his feet first and grabs Trixie by the hair, positions her head, picks her up in the air and powerbombs her onto the doctor's table! Trixie lays motionless.

Don Marshall: That’s what happens! See what happens boy? Do ya?

Before Bret can answer him Don runs up and hits the ShitKicker to his downed enemy knocking him out cold.

After a few moments of indescribable violence, a small army of big, burly men with “security” imprinted on their shirts charges through the office doorway, looking to split the conflict up, where the army of security struggle to control the situation, each combatant is finally restrained by two to three security guards each. As they struggle to break free from their meaty prisons, a colourful shouting ensues.

Don Marshall: YOU LUCKY LITTLE SHITS! You’re fucking dead, you hear me! DEAD!

Jean-Louis Gagnon: Get the fuck off me, do you know who I am!

As they continue to bombard the Bordeauxs with profanities, Don Marshall and Jean-Louis are pretty much carried out of the doctor’s office and away from The Bordeaux siblings, their shouting becoming quieter and quieter as they’re dragged away, leaving us in the doctor's office as the security guards leave Bret and a now re-bloodied Trix so they can be further evaluated by medical professionals.

With the security guards filing out, AMA’s Head Physician walks through the doorway and back into his office, stopping dead in his tracks as he surveys the damage done to his once neat and tidy office. Sighing, seemingly at the realisation that he’s going to have to tidy the place up, the doctor turns his head to face Bret and Bellatrix, his eyes fixing on the latter’s re-busted open nose, as the duo comes to.

Doctor: Right then, let's stop that bleeding again, shall we?

And with that, the show cuts back to the ringside area.

AMA GRAND CHAMPIONSHIP
Gold Rush Tournament
Final Match

Shinzo Omega v. Max Maverick

Reina de la Cruz: Ladies and Gentlemen this is you main event of the evening, and is for the inaugural AMA Grand Championship!

A spotlight goes over the timekeepers table where the new shiny title sits in a case.

Reina de la Cruz: Our first finalist is coming up first! He is from Venice Beach, CA and weighs two hundred and twenty seven pounds! He is The Ace! Accompanied to the ring by Shabazz Hamad and representing the Hamad Agency! MAX! MAVERIIIIIIIIICK!




The lights go out and the intro to "Money for Nothing" begins to play and after about 35 seconds the song kicks in, the lights come back on and Max Maverick struts out on stage wearing his spike studded leather jacket over his black pants while being flanked by his agent, Shabazz Hamad. 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 Shabazz rubs his hands.

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 Shabazz Hamad stands at ringside looking on stylishly. Max jumps off the turnbuckle and continues to pose and then removes his jacket and hands it off to the ringside attendant.

Pierce Donovan: It's curious Shabazz Hamad is here as he didn’t assist Max in previous matches.

Jasper Phoenix: Likely wants to make sure his investment pays dividends Pierce. I can tell your not good at the stock market.

Pierce Donovan: I own multiple estates!

Jasper Phoenix: Shut up nerd!

Reina de la Cruz: And his opponent…

The crowd roars and begins to slowly chant.

Shinzo Shinzo Shinzo!

Reina de la Cruz: From the darkest shadow! Weighing in at two hundred and thirty five pounds! He calls himself THE END! SHINZOOOOOO! OOOOMEEEEGAAAA!

The crowd cheers ad roars and is suddenly silenced.




The lights turn completely off. The opening pulse of the track begins as light smoke rises and the screen pulses, showing Shinzo's Symbol in sync with the pulsing of the beginning of the song.

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The floor lights up with another darkened omega symbol. It half colors in red but then a blue streak begins from the other side and over takes the entire symbols and shines bright on the floor.

The bassline hits and a few white spotlights illuminate the center entrance stage, Shinzo is suddenly there kneeling with his fist down on the symbol. He punches it a few times and rises slowly arms in the air.

The song pauses into a drop, as Shinzo makes a devil's horn symbol with right hand and slowly cuts his throat, stopping to pose with both arms elevated to the left...then releasing the poses downwards aggressively. Large fireballs rise from the ground up and pyros go off beside them.

In the ring, he hops over the top rope and looks at the crowd from left to right and gives a devious grin. He hangs over the top rope and observes the crowd for an extended moment soaking in the moment. He points to Shabazz Hamad and tells him it’s his last ride tonight. Shabazz flips him off and slides to the outside. Both competitors soiree up and the referee stands between them. It’s go time.

DING DING DING

The bell rings and both men clash immediately locking horns. Both men struggle for control but neither can. Kick to the braced knee by Max buys him time for a headlock. Flexes his biceps into it as Shinzo tries to push him off him, which he eventually does and sends Max towards the ropes. He hands on to them instead of bouncing and denies Shinzo a chance at a counter. He turns around and they stare each other down and circle around.

They come to a lockup again but this time Shinzo changes his grip to a Muay Thai style clutch and immediately takes control with some big knees to the body.Losing strength Max tries to step back but Shinzo holds on. Nasty inside elbow to the jaw rocks Max. European Uppercut by Shinzo sends The Ace back into the turnbuckle.

Pierce Donovan: Omega going to work here with that strike heavy offense and has Max cornered.

Jasper Phoenix: Omega switched his grip to a Muay Thay type and it threw Max completely off balance, pulling down at the base of the neck and opening up that body. Which in turn allowed Shinzo to land those knees which opened up the face once he covered up. This is some kickboxing type of expertise that Max is going to have to adapt to here!

In the corner Max covers up while Shinzo lands a few more kicks to the body. He goes for another uppercut but Max scouts it and counters with a side step drop toe hold, tripping up Omega and sending him face first into the turnbuckle.

Jasper Phoenix: Veteran ring presence by The Ace. Earned himself some breathing room finally.

Max takes a few breaths holding on to the top rope and shaked off the damage as Shinzo is dazed clutching at his head. He slithers behind Shinzo and snaps a stiff forearm a the back of his neck, Make it two forearms. Immediately grabs the waist and follows up with a german suplex arching his back for a bridging pin!

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Shinzo kicks out at 1.

Pierce Donovan: Great quick thinking offense by Max. He’s here for a reason.

Max maintains the waist lock and gets to his feet with Shinzo. He tries to overpower him into another suplex but Shinzo gets low and blocks it. Back elbow by Shinzo, another, and another. Max releases the grip and swings wildly for a lariat.Double forearm block by Shinzo, spin by Max followed by a spinning back elbow! Duck under by Shinzo. Full Nelson lock by Shinzo, dragon suplex attempt! Max lands on his feet. Max goes for a boot but Shinzo side steps! Max shoots with a double leg and get Shinzo on his back. Pin

NO!

Head scissors by Shinzo before they can be made! Kip up by The Ace! Kip up by Shinzo!

Crowd cheers!

Both men meet once again in the middle and get forehead to forehead. Shinzo punches his own jaw and dares Max to hit him. It begins.

Max winds up and hits a forearm smash to the jaw of Shinzo who doesn’t budge. He smiles. He winds back and gives him a receipt. Max winces but does his best to act manly and no sell. His turn, he takes 5 steps back and hits Shinzo in the face as hard as he can with his forearm. Shinzo barely takes a half step back but does close his right eye for a moment. Progress. Shinzo himself takes a few steps back, slams his feet on the ground and twists his hips as he lays a massive hit to the face of Maverick. He bends a knee for a moment clutching his jaw but immediately stands up muttering under his breath.

Pierce Donovan: I’m not sure how wise it is to get into a striking war with Shinzo Omega Jasper.

Jasper Phoenix: In a rare turn of events, I agree for once!

Max yells at himself and backs all the way against the ropes using them to slingshot himself towards Shinzo. He hops in the air for some extra power and lands a crackling forearm shiver.Shinzo steps back from the blow but uses the momentum to continue towards the ropes, mimicking his opponent. He comes flying back and hits a forearm of his own. It hits right on the button and Max can’t help but fall to one knee in a daze. Shinzo sees an opening and quickly stuffs Max’s head between his legs, lifts him up and drives his head into the canvas!

Pierce Donovan: Piledriver by Omega!

Shinzo follows up with a leg hook pin.

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Max kicks out and gets both shoulders off the mat with authority. The referee holds up the two sign to the crowd who’s gasping at the sudden burst of action.

Shinzo’s focus doesn’t waver. He brings Max up by the hair and chops him across the chest sending a whipping echo across the arena. He goes for another but Max wisely jabs him in the throat. He grabs his chest for a moment and decides it's time for a bit of revenge. He pushes Shinzo's head back and rips into his chest with a chop of his own! Shinzo backs into the corner. More chops by Max who takes control now. Goes for another big chop but this time Shinzo ducks under it and they reverse position with Max’s back now to the ropes.

Flying Knee strike from Shinzo but now Max counters and moves out of the way. Shinzo falls down and grabs his injured braced knee.

Jasper Phoenix: he missed and that injured knee smashed right into the turnbuckle!

Pierce Donovan: Big opportunity for Max here.

Stomps to the knee by a recovered Max Maverick.He grabs his leg and kicks the brace again. He holds on and turns him on his stomach with a single leg crab.

Ask him! - Max Maverick yells

Shinzo shakes his head but cannot hide the pain in his face as The Ace stretches out his injured knee. He crawls towards the ropes, slowly. Max won’t let go. Shinzo inches closer and reaches out…but Max simply lets go! He walks over, grabs the top rope and stomps down on the knee once more as the referee tries to break the hold and begins his count to 5. Max lets go when he legally has to.

Jasper Phoenix: All of that was just brilliant and shows a veteran mindset. Know all the rules and use them!

Pierce Donovan: Max Maverick taking over this match in this see saw affair!

He grabs Shinzo’s knee brace and drags him back to the center of the ring. He lays a few punches into the knee and starts to try and rip it off. The referee tries to stop him but ShabazzHamad. finally makes his presence known and climbs the apron and grabs the referee by the shirt and begins to berate him for something random. Max undoes two straps of the brace before the referee gets things back in order and gets him to back off.

Shinzo is hurt but forces himself back to his feet. Max however blindsides him with a huge lariat. He grabs his wrist and brings him back to his feet and locks in a hammerlock. Spins Shinzo around and extends his right arm from the Good Night Irene lariat. Shinzo ducks under at the last moment! Reverse the hammerlock and spins Max around this time…END IS NEAR hits as Shinzo’s knee rams into Max’s face. Max is down. Shinzo hops on one foot, grabbing his knee for a second. He lays over top of Max.

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NO! Max kicks out!

Pierce Donovan: His knee is hurt and he took too much time with that cover!

Jasper Phoenix: And to add to it it wasn’t a strong or deep cover, so it’s no wonder Max was able to kick out with relative ease.

Shinzo gets up and signals he wants to end it. He begins to bring Max to his feet slowly and aligns him for the kick. Hamad interrupts once again by climbing on the apron. The referee tries to sort it out but Shinzo has seen enough and bee lines it to the ropes. Hamad wisely drops down, just in time for Max to sneak in with a schoolboy roll up.

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Shinzo kicks out! Both men quickly backup and Max goes for yet another lariat, but this one is easily dodged. Side step by Shinzo. Locks in the full Nelson and nails a snap dragon suplex. Holds on to the Nelson and brings Max back to his feet. Lifts him up and this time hits a nasty angled dragon suplex right at the base of Max’s neck. Hamad throws a fit on the outside but doesn’t notice that Shinzo forgoes the pin and hits the ropes and full speed. He gracefully jumps over the top for a Top Con Hilo terminator dive right on Hamad’s face! To add insult to injury, a fired up Shinzo, who landed on his feet somehow, clears the Spanish announce table, wraps his arm under the throat and neck of Shabazz, lifts him off the ground and slams him threw the announce table with a Uranage, shattering it in the process!

Pierce Donovan: Well..that’s one way to take out the trash

Jasper Phoenix: But he didn’t even try to pin Max! He can’t let this hatred for the Hamad agency cloud his judgment, Pierce!

Shinzo slides back in the ring and as expected Max Maverick has begun to recover. Shinzo tries to get to him but Max does a kip up followed by a discus forearm smash, then a basement drop kick to the knees while the opponent is stunned, and then a basement hurricanrana to finish it off! He grabs Shinzo by the wrist and brings him to his feet, loads back and BOOM! Good Night Irene lariat! Deep cover with both legs!

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Kickout! Max can’t believe it but continues to go to work on the leg, he punches it some more, wraps his legs around it and lays down for a figure four leg lock right away! Shinzo is in trouble and tries to clutch his knee but can't reach it with the pressure applied by The Ace. He moves his hips from side to side to try and turn Max on his stomach. Left. Right. It’s not working. Shinzo’s knee is in severe pain. One more twist of the hips and finally Max is on his stomach and the hold is reversed. Or so Shinzo thinks! Max continues to roll through on his back and the hold is back on again!

Pierce Donovan: I don’t know how much more damage Omega’s knee can take here. After our last event and last match, plus all the damage here tonight. Only so much a man can take.

Jasper Phoenix: And a man like Maverick is the perfect foil to exploit this, as shown here!

Max lifts his hips off the floor to add more pressure and Shinzo continues to wince in pain. He desperately tries to inch towards the ropes. The crowd claps their hands in unison to give him energy. He inches backwards more and more…and finally manages to grab the ropes for the break.

Max Maverick is irate and can’t believe his eyes. He gets up and goes to grab Shinzo’s knee again but Omega smokes him with an elbow to the side of the head. He manages to get to his feet and stands head to head with Max now. Elbow by Shinzo. Another elbow. Props Max on his shoulders and drops him on his head with a death valley driver! Shinzo is feeling it as he poses for the crowd. He grabs his knee brace and rips it off then throws it into the crowd. He points at Max.

Pierce Donovan: Shinzo throwing caution to the wind and throwing the awkward brace off. But he might do more damage bone to bone with those knee strikes

Jasper Phoenix: Might be foolish

Max is on stilt legs and Shinzo charges forward and jumps knees him in the face

Pierce Donovan: End is Near!

Max falls back into the ropes, sitting on the bottom one barely holding on. Shinzo takes a look at him and then takes off in the other direction, bounces off the ropes and uses all his momentum to drive his knee into Max’s face once again.He grabs his knee and hops on one foot as Max falls to his hands and knees. Shinzo loads up again after wasting some time and goes for third knee but against all odds Max stands up and catches it to his side with his arm. He hits a lariat but Shinzo screams and stands tall. Another lariat but Shinzo just won't move! He goes for a third lariat but Shinzo ducks under. Shinzo throws his knee in the air but Max also throws a left arm lariat and both connect sending both men down and out to the mat.

Pierce Donovan: Both men are down!

Jasper Phoenix: What incredible grit here. Both men want this desperately.

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The referee begins to count out both men as the nervous ground begins to once again roar Shinzo’s name while clapping in unison.

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Pierce Donovan: Both competitors not showing much sign of life…

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Shinzo on one knee! Max on one knee again! The referee stops his count as both kneeled men, face to face, eye to eye, stare absolute daggers at each other. The crowd erupts as both men start throwing elbows and forearms at each other over and over again! Big hit by Shinzo and he stands up. Max doesn’t give up and gets to his feet, throwing a huge chop across Shinzo’s chest. Headbutt by Shinzo. Low kick to the knee but Shinzo looks back up and smiles after a moment of stepping back. Max looks terrified. Shinzo throws a hard right hand but Max dives under, Shinzo sees the opening and spins on his axis to hit Catastrophe. His heel whips around and goes to connect with Max’s face. However Max is fainting and grabs the foot and trips him with the other immediately transitioning to a modified full grab, the deadly Ace in The Hole is locked in!

Jasper Phoenix: It’s over. Ace in the Hole! He’s got Shinzo locked in!

Pierce Donovan: The End is in trouble and might be facing his demise here. We might be crowning a champion right now Jasper!

Shinzo grabs his face and screams in pain and Max sits on his lower back and crunches him in half. The referee checks on him but Shinzo shakes his head no. Max tries to stand on one extended leg and does so. He tries to lower his other knee on the head of Omega to add even more pressure to the hold. Shinzo summons some last minute strength and bring elbows down on the knee. Max stumbles and Shinzo manages to shift his weight forward and rolls through, sending Max head first into the turnbuckle. Shinzo can barely manage it but he gets up, wincing and clutching his knee every few seconds. He lines up Max who turns around in a daze. Spinning axis heel kick lands flush on Max’s chin sending him crashing face first on the mat. Shinzo falls on his rear and grabs his knee in agony. Victory in within his reach. He crawls over and sticks his head under Max’s stomach and flips him on his back. Slowly crawls on top of him, lay back and hooks the inside leg.

Pierce Donovan: CATASTROPHE!

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Thr..

Max’s left shoulder raises off the mat at 2.99 seconds! The crowd roars and no one can believe it. Shinzo buries his face in his hands. The refer holds up 2 fingers!

Pierce Donovan: Max kicked out! Max kicked out! I can’t believe it! What a match! What a night!

Jasper Phoenix: Unbelievable show of heart by The Ace! This match isn’t over yet!

Shinzo grabs Max by the hair and hops on one foot. He gets him to his feet and sticks Max’s head between his thighs. He brings his arm up in the air and takes a deep breath and hooks the right arm of Max. Max senses danger out of sheer survival instinct and uses his left arm to punch wildly and manages to land a few hits on the injured knee. Shinzo releases the grip and frees up The Ace. Side kick to the knee by Max. Grabs Shinzo and sticks his bicep under his chin and attempts to lift him for Maximum Overdrive. Shinzo counters with back elbows of his own to the head. Max releases Shinzo. Shinzo lifts his knee and goes for Catastrophe but Max spins backward and heads to the ropes to get out of range. Shinzo gives chase but Max pulls the top rope down and Shinzo reaches him.Shinzo goes over the top rope but lands on his feet on the side of the apron. Wild haymaker by Max and Shinzo easily ducks in and rams his shoulder in his midsection through the middle ropes. Spinning back fist by Shinzo lands flush Shinzo grabs the top rope and vault over it with another End is Near!

Max stumbles backwards and bounces back first and returns toward Shinzo who spins on his axis and nails Max with another Catastrophe kick! He immediately stops him from falling down and sticks Max’s head between his thighs. He looks forms side to side as the entire crowd rises to their feet. He locks in the first arm, then the second arm. He lifts Max over his shoulders high in the air…and drops him right on his neck with the Tiger Driver 91

Pierce Donovan: NOOOO REDEMMMPTIONNNNN!

Shinzo falls ontop of Max, exhausted, pulls puth legs up close to him and pins him.

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The bell rings. The match is over. Shinzo has become the first AMA Grand Champion. An explosion of streamers explode over the ring as Shinzo buries his face in his hands.

Pierce Donovan: Shinzo is the champion! Shinzo is the champion! What a grueling match and all respect to Max Maverick due. Shinzo Omega is the AMA Grand Champion and stands alone on top of the mountain tonight!

Jasper Phoenix: What a main event we’ve just witnessed and yes Shinzo Omega is our inaugural champion. What an incredible finish to an incredible tournament.

An official enters the ring with the AMA Grand Championship and hands it to an exhausted Shinzo Omega. He gets up and holds it up high in the air as the crowd continues to explode in joy. He gets on the top turnbuckle and grabs it high with both hands as pyro explodes around the arena. The celebration in the crowd continues as Max is helped out of the ring and Shinzo slides out, occasionally giving out high fives to people in the crowd. He walk up the ramp and once again poses with the title in front of the curtains.

But out of nowhere Pariah appears behind him as the crowd boos. He clubs Shinzo in the back of the head and he drops the belt. They begin to trade blows on the stage and Pariah starts the get the upper hand. Sawer Xavier now appears and starts throwing haymakers at Pariah who releases Shinzo.

Pierce Donovan: Let the man celebrate, this is insanity!

Jasper Phoenix: This is AMA!

As three men fight now Christopher McMichaels appears and hits Xavier with a pipe in the mid-section. Sawyer drops to his knees. Pariah grabs Shinzo by the throat and begins to choke him with both hands and lift him off his feet.

Pierce Donovan: He’s going to chokebomb him off the stage Jasper!

However in a treacherous turn of events, McMichaels turns the pipe on his teammate Pariah and cracks him in the back of the head. He releases Shinzo who lands on his feet and grabs his throat. Max Maverick now breaks away from the officials and confronts his stable mate for attacking Pariah. He frowns for a moment, but it quickly turns into a devilish smile! He drops to a knee and low blows Pariah! In all the commotion, Shinzo pounces and hits Catastrophe right on the jaw of the big man. It cracks it hard and Pariah falls back off the stage onto a stage light, shattering the glass and sending large electrical sparks flying in the air! The two remaining villains step up to Shinzo but he grabs his Championship belt and holds it high and dares them to take another step forward, Sawyer behind him ready to fight. Max taps Christopher on the chest and says not tonight, and congrats the champ, he says "be seeing you soon." The heels walk to the back as Shinzo once again poses to the crowd raising the AMA Grand Championship in the air.

Pierce Donovan: What did we just witness, what does this mean for the Hamad agency? All I know is we are out of time.

Jasper Phoenix: Shinzo Omega is our champion, what comes next? Well you’ll have to catch us next time to find out. See you soon folks.
 
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@Jimmy King what's our new team name? I'm vetoing Maverick Appreciation Society
 

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Also whoever wrote the Cali/McMichaels segment, thank you for reminding me about NFTs, McMichaels will now be heavily investing
 

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Also whoever wrote the Cali/McMichaels segment, thank you for reminding me about NFTs, McMichaels will now be heavily investing

I wrote that segment (With Jonny doing Marquise's parts). I literally was like "Okay, how can we REALLY make it clear that he's a heel? NFTs!" But glad you liked it. I saw your promo and thought Tyler Breeze mixed with Big Money Matt so that is the result.

But I am glad the show is finally out! I'll give some due to the Shinzo and Brian match and the main event with the chaos after. But now...

Slay... Queen

And also Malice is gonna die.
 

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who ever wrote all the tag matches. really good stuff btw
 
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who ever wrote all the tag matches. really good stuff btw

Once again, me. Thank you so much!

Northern Touch v Hamad Agency had its challenges of being Heel vs Heel, but I knew of the tension between the latter so I built that up more which as I saw with the post-main event stuff, it ended up helping.

As for the Turmoil, I instantly thought of two narratives with the match. The early part of The Residence doing their dominance, showing strategy for each opponent. Then the latter which was the Bordeaux's being the underdogs with an inexperienced member of the team fighting from underneath. With Malice's attack, it sort of was a disruptor. While it didn't make the most sense for the babyfaces to have a quick win over battered heels, especially with one character's well, character of a novice, so instead I had Bret mostly dominate, then Trixie's inexperience catch up, the Residence isolate, but are too tired to capitalize. Trixie's heart saved them, Bret gets in, and The Residence run out of gas. Then add that with the final stretch of the Northern Touch being too over confident, playing off your promos, I think the four matches built a story which highlighted most the teams in the match in some way.
 

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I wrote that segment (With Jonny doing Marquise's parts). I literally was like "Okay, how can we REALLY make it clear that he's a heel? NFTs!" But glad you liked it. I saw your promo and thought Tyler Breeze mixed with Big Money Matt so that is the result.

But I am glad the show is finally out! I'll give some due to the Shinzo and Brian match and the main event with the chaos after. But now...

Slay... Queen

And also Malice is gonna die.

Big Money Matt is a direct ripoff of Christopher McMichaels bc I came up with this character in 2008 and Matt as a pic base in 2009 or so. I'm looking to sue
 
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Big Money Matt is a direct ripoff of Christopher McMichaels bc I came up with this character in 2008 and Matt as a pic base in 2009 or so. I'm looking to sue

My card, *hands business card drawn in crayon*
 
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