AMA Rush Hour - San Francisco, CA [Show]

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RUSH HOUR
THE TRAIL OF GOLD DIGGERS
LIVE FROM
San Francisco, CA | Chase Center




The camera pans high into the empty arena, prior to the show starting cutting to different vantage points a previewing the upcoming set.

Shinzo Omega: Life passes by like a fevered dream sometimes, doesn’t it? Feels like just a moment ago Against Medical Advice opened its doors to Shinzo Omega and offered him a place to belong. All the way back in April at Maiden Voyage I made vow to make an impact from day 1, I vowed to take out scum and most importantly, I vowed to become the first AMA World Champion. It is at that very same voyage where The Omega crossed path with friends and foes alike. As I said earlier this week, this all started with Sawyer and the Hamad agency, and I haven’t forgotten that. I have not forgotten going to war and sacrificing my blood after Pariah put him through a car window. I have not forgotten Sawyer evening the odds last week on his return, either. I am proud to have been able to stand toe to toe, fighting the good fight with men of honor like Buffalo Jones. These are warriors in our sport, and regardless of what happens in this tournament, I look forward to our faith tangling together again soon. And that goes double for you, Hamad Agency.

We cut closer to ringside where Shinzo Omega is standing stoically by himself staring at the middle of the squared circle.

Shinzo Omega: You once again tainted the results of this tournament and robbed us of the honor of seeing a clean match. Not only by having Pariah walk out on a match and forfeiting to your new client, the washed-up attention seeking Max Maverick, signing his death warrant...You even had the audacity to have Brandon Roberts interfere in my friend's match with Norman. An impressive win might I add, but, a tainted one never the less.

The camera swings to the left and centers facing Shinzo as he cracks a miniscule grin before continuing to address his flock.

Shinzo Omega: Norman I’ve already gone at length as to why others should fear you, and how much destruction and mayhem can be caused at your capable hands. But tonight, you meet The End of all things. It is faith that you fall by my hand, and no amount of interference, raw strength or infallible focus can save you. The era of Omega has already begun.

The camera pans back out.

Shinzo Omega: Let me make this clear: I will never let the AMA Championship fall in the hands of The Hamad Agency. I have survived multiple wars with Pariah. I have taken out Brandon Roberts and Christopher McMichaels with every odd stacked against me. You bringing in your so called “ACE” Max Maverick is nothing more than a desperate ploy to delay the inevitable. I will end your story too. The United States of America came to San Francisco to find gold, and tonight? I’m taking one more step toward doing the same. Must be fate.

The camera zooms out to a birds eye view as we observe him calmly walking away towards the back.



The smooth sounds of a summer BBQ play as it signals the arrival of Belly Boy Williams! The Tub of Love walks out clapping his hands and shaking his tummy to the surprising delight of the fans. He walks down the ramp, high-fiving some fans as he is introduced.

Reina de la Cruz: This following match is a trios match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, Hailin' from BBQ City, Tennessee, It's "THE BELLY" Belly Boy Williams!

Pierce Donovan: And here comes our first man out, lovable Belly Boy Williams! Unorthodox to say the least, perhaps not the most common shape for a wrestler, but he's a great human and an even better wrestler!

Jasper Phoenix: He's repulsive Pierce what the hell are you on about. He's a fat sack of lard who probably lost his job at the local burger shack or whatever.

Pierce Donovan: Please do not body shame our athletes on live television Jasper.

Jasper Phoenix: Fine me!

As he heads down the ramp, Belly Boy continues to shake his large tummy. Eventually, he stops and rolls under the bottom rope and into the ring before getting up to play to the fans by throwing his arms up then bobbing his head some more.
Finally, Belly Boy Williams heads to his corner and continues his mannerisms, shaking as his theme music fades away.




Keeping with a food theme, next we have the theme music of the Fast-Food Avenger himself, Hamburgerman! He walks out of the entranceway, shaking his hands and he pulls out two plush hamburgers before throwing them out to the crowd.

Reina de la Cruz: And his partners, first, from Hamburg, he is the Fast-Food Avenger, Burgerman!

Pierce Donovan: And now...apparently...a burger?

Jasper Phoenix: Probably from Belly Boy's failed restaurant. Lord Jesus save me from this greasy country and bring me home safe to Big Ben and the Queen.

Pierce Donovan: You're kind of acting like a Queen....

Jasper Phoenix: How..dare...you...

Running to the ring, the Burger-themed super-hero slides into the ring and gets to his feet, putting his hands on his hips.

Before his theme music fades fully, Bugerman quickly heads under the ring and pulls out a box and gives it to his food loving tag partner, and you guessed it, it is a hamburger! The fans cheer and Belly Boy quickly eats his burger as the music is replaced by the third member of the team.

Jasper Phoenix: I have no words...



The country tunes of the Country Bumpkin plays as the Raging Redneck makes his way out with his cowboy hat and long coat on. He has a small cooler that he rolls around with him carrying all his beer and moonshine. Compared to his partners, he looks to be taking things a bit more seriously.

Reina de la Cruz: Finally, their tag team partner from Nashville, Tennessee weighing in at 230lbs The Raging Redneck!

He grabs a beer and quickly opens the bottle before downing it and walking down the aisle.

Pierce Donovan: An everyday gentlemen, the Ragin Redneck is here for a good time, probably not a long time!

Jasper Phoenix: I'd be wasted too if I had to live in this dump.

Pierce Donovan: You really are in rare form tonight...

Looking around the arena for a moment, he realizes that his reception was less warm compared to his partners. Exchanging the disrespect, he flips off the crowd before getting into the ring, grabbing another beer to down it again.
As he joins his teammates in the corner, the Raging Redneck removes his hat and coat as his theme music fades away.



As “Roots” begins to play, to a respectable reaction from the fans, a number of them being somewhat familiar with the group as 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, Princess Nova holds her cape behind her whilst Eden has a rose in her hand. The Seamstress of Reality licks the thorn-covered step before kissing her husband. Eden turns to Princess Nova who curtsies to her mentor. Eden kisses her forehead before she leads the three down the ramp.

Reina de la Cruz: Introducing their opponents at a combined weight of 457 pounds, the TORN Warrior, Slate Bass, the Enchantress, Princess Nova, and the Seamstress of Reality, Eden, The Residence!

Pierce Donovan: Ladies and gentlemen, we saw a glimpse of them at Road to the Gold, and the former owners of Liberty or Death Wrestling, The Residence, are making their way to AMA. Three downright wicked individuals. Slate Bass, a former champion in his own right, his wife, Eden, a master manipulator, then Princess Nova, someone brought under Eden’s wing as a young woman with potential.

Jasper Phoenix: They look like a bunch of freaks Pierce. Did they watch too much twilight of something. They better bet good so help me...Already bored to death with these other Americana tropes.

Whilst the trio are heading down the rampway, the lights of the arena are all now flashing a violent violet. At the end of the ramp, Slate breaks away and heads up the steps while the ladies walk around the ring. Scraping his shoes on the apron, Slate Bass steps into the ring, still holding his cocktail. Meanwhile, Princess Nova sheds her cape before sliding under the bottom rope, doing the splits whilst she does. Eden slides onto the apron and lies in a seductive manner. Behind her, Slate Bass stands in the ring while Princess Nova hooks her leg on the top rope.

Pierce Donovan: These three send chills down my spine. They claim to be a family, they claim to be TORN, and I can’t get a read on them. The only thing I do know is that they seem to be a perfectly in sync trio and the mismatched team of Burgerman, Raging Redneck, and Belly Boy will need to be on their game to pull off an upset.

Eden slides into the ring and Nova gets off the ropes, joining Slate. The three stand in the middle of the ring where a flashing purple and green spotlight is on them. The Torn Warrior puts his hand in his jacket pocket while Princess Nova curtsies. Eden poses with her rose before tossing it away. The lights turn back to normal in the arena while The Residence head to their corner as their theme music fades away.

The bell rings to begin the match and Redneck immediately goes for the attack, catching Slate Bass off guard. The man from Nashville shoulder barges Slate Bass into his team’s corner, an aggressive start, but one which may be a mistake. Redneck drives his shoulder into Slate’s abdomen as the former RWK European Champion clubs the back to attempt to get the brawler off of him. Eden turns to Princess Nova and the TORN Angel slaps Slate’s back for a tag. As the official attempts to pull Raging Redneck out of the corner, Slate Bass takes advantage of the opportunity by grabbing his opponent’s head and kneeing him in the chin!

Princess Nova scales to the top turnbuckle and gracefully jumps through the air, nailing both her boots in the chest of Raging Redneck with a missile dropkick! She immediately kicks up and does a small curtsy towards the crowd, garnering cheers from some of them already familiar with her. The force of the kick sends Raging Redneck closer to his team’s corner. The Seamstress of Reality, on the apron, notices that and alerts Nova. The Enchantress quickly moves between Redneck and his partners to cut him off. She forearms him, and the brawler responds with a closed-fist strike!

And Princess Nova… just giggles. Cracking her jaw she responds with a forearm of her own! She’s trying to brawl with the veteran! Redneck does a loud chop to her chest and the Princess giggles again before levelling him with forearms… and Raging Redneck blocks it all with a knee lift. He grabs the wrist of Nova for an Irish whip but Slate Bass tags himself in and Princess Nova headscissors the Country Bumpkin and locks in an Octopus Stretch!

The Torn Warrior is now in the ring and he boots Raging Redneck in the gut before Princess Nova breaks the hold and returns to her team’s corner. Slate Bass pulls the Redneck off the mat and drops him quickly for a backbreaker! Wincing in pain, the cowboy yells out, and Slate Bass keeps on him. He throws him towards The Residence’s corner and pushes him face-first into the turnbuckles. He bounces off and Slate Bass throws him across the ring with a German Suplex…

But the Redneck rolls to his feet from the momentum and tags in Belly Boy Williams! Slate Bass sits up from delivering the German and sees his rotund foe. Shaking his head he boots him in the gut… And it barely budges the Belly! He slaps his belly and Slate raises an eyebrow as Eden on the apron goes down to the steps, not wanting anywhere near the chubby guy. Before Slate can do a thing, Belly Williams Belly checks Slate and the momentum sends him into the corner where Williams nearly crushes him with a big corner splash! Slate goes down to his knees and Belly Boy Williams attempts a pin.

One

Tw-

No, not close to a pin.

The Big Belly himself gets pumped up and quickly picks up the Torn Warrior for a body slam. Wiggling himself about he feels hyped after taking down a former champion. Heading back he displays a surprising amount of grace with a Caterpillar! He slides forward, the fans chanting along, but before he can drop the big elbow…

Slate Bass grabs him by the throat! Sitting up, Slate Bass shakes his head and gets to his feet still clenching the throat of his opponent. Belly Boy Williams manages to get the grasp of Slate off his throat, but the TORN Warrior nails him with a big boot right to the head! Belly Boy Williams drops down and rolls to his stomach, his jaw nearly dislocating off that boot. Grabbing his opponent by the hair, Slate Bass pulls him to his knees and nails a 12 to 6 elbow! And another! Then a third! Slate Bass backs up a bit more before delivering a running 12 to 6 Elbow and Belly Boy is down on the mat. Rather than attempting to roll the large opponent over for a pin, Slate Bass tags in Princess Nova at the request of Eden.

Pierce Donovan: Smooth tag team wrestling so far by Torn.

Jasper Phoenix: Slate showing some edge to him, some relentlessness. Ok, I don't hate these guys so far...What up with the little girl? She's going to get killed...

Now the legal competitor in the match, Princess Nova skips around Belly Boy, waiting for him to get up after he clears the cobwebs. The Enchantress nails a roundhouse to the head of Belly Boy as he gets to a knee and then follows with a superkick! Finally, to top it all of she nails a knee strike to the big man and he wobbles again. Despite not being in the best shape, all the size of Belly Boy has led him to be able to absorb some hard shots that would feel most others. As Belly Boy gets to his feet, Princess Nova runs at him…

Pierce Donovan: Don't think that's going to work Miss Nova...

Jasper Phoenix: Guess that fat gut is good for one thing.

And he blocks her with a huge belly block! Belly Boy William’s uses his size to his advantage! Princess Nova bounces off the mat and rolls to the ropes as Belly boy catches his breath with a knee. He charges… And Princess Nova kicks him in the knee! Belly Boy lands chest first across the middle rope and Nova… holds her foot and directs the official’s attention. As he is distracted, Eden runs and hits a knee to the head of Belly Boy and returns to her corner before the official notices.

Pierce Donovan: Sly tactics here...

Jasper Phoenix: Now we're talking Pierce. That's how you use the rules to your advantage. First Nova uses her speed, Eden uses his brain. Brilliant!

After Princess Nova shrugs off the “injury” she springboards out of her own team’s corner, tags in Slate again and nails a Springboard Cutter! Elevate and ReNovate! Slate goes in for the pin after the move connects.

Pierce Donovan: Cover!

One

Two…

Thre-

No! Somehow Belly Boy kicks out of the signature cutter! Slate simply sits up and cracks his knuckles and Eden, loving a plan coming together, pats Nova’s head. With Belly Boy in a weakened state, he slowly crawls to his hands and knees, looking towards his team where both Raging Redneck and Burgerman are itching to get into the match.

Pierce Donovan: Big kickout there by Belly.

Jasper Phoenix: He needs to tag out bad though!

Slate Bass stomps on his hands and pulls on his fingers! He elbows him in the head, but somehow, the Belly starts to fight back. He returns an elbow to the gut of Slate and after a few strikes back and forth, he finally breaks free of Slate’s clutches. He pushes Slate Bass towards the ropes and tries for a clothesline, but Slate is able to duck the lariat and drop the rope, forcing him to the outside!

Jasper Phoenix: Oopsie daisy. Out he goes!

Pierce Donovan: And here comes the vultures to feast.

Much like earlier with Nova, Slate Bass pretends to hold his back, feigning injury. The official checks on him and Eden strikes again, this time running across the apron and nailing a Tornado DDT on the Belly Boy! The partners of Belly Boy Williams are livid and this also distracts the official, giving both Princess Nova and Eden enough time to add some extra stomps for good measure!

The referee begins the count against Belly Boy Williams and things are looking bleak. The match is just about over and Belly Boy Williams has faced the brunt of the offence for his team. The Tub of Love riles around on the outside mat as The Residence look on. They could attempt to bring him in, but we doubt they are willing to try to lift his 300lb+ frame. At six he finally gets on his hands and knees and on seven his hand grabs the apron, shaking as he does. Eight… Nine he pulls himself up just in time to get in the ring to save his team, but Slate Bass immediately stomps away on him.

Jasper Phoenix: Barely makes it in...

Pierce Donovan: And some stomps for his trouble, how nice.

Slate Bass even washes his feet on his forehead, disrespecting the large-goofball. Backing up, Slate aims for a Rocket Kick… But Williams ducks it and nails a spinebuster! He finally has Slate down and slowly, he begins to crawl towards his corner. Eden quickly whispers into Nova’s ear before letting her protege extend her hand. After a struggle, Belly Boy makes it to his side of the ring and tags in Burgerman while Slate tags in Princess Nova.

Pierce Donovan: hot tag, listen to this crowd. The yare on their feet for the man who Meat Patty superstar.

Jasper Phoenix: good grief man...have some pride...

Burgerman runs like he is a Jalapeno and tries for a clothesline on Princess Nova but she does the splits to dodge and quickly pulls him to the mat with an arm drag. Showing some of her agility, Princess Nova jumps up and hits a Frankensteiner on Burgerman, kicking up right after and the momentum forces the Grill Knight into her team’s corner! Following that up, Princess Nova nails a corner dropkick then begins stomping the chest of her fast-food themed opponent.

As the official forces a break, Eden and Slate both begin to choke Burgerman and that is the last straw for his team and Raging Redneck and a tired Belly Boy rush to the outside and they meet Slate and Eden!

Slate matches up with Belly Boy and Eden with Redneck. Eventually, a slight advantage is given to Slate in one exchange, and Redneck in the other. Seeing Slate’s back turned, the Raging Redneck aims for the Last Call Superkick… but Slate catches it at the last second. He spins Raging Redneck around and Eden capitalizes hitting a Tornado Roundhouse on him, the Kiss of Keres! Eden gets up and she and her husband admire their handiwork…

Jasper Phoenix: Beautiful work!

Pierce Donovan: better pay attention the match.

And Belly Boy pushes Slate into the barricade! Eden looks on in horror as Belly Boy Williams shakes his belly and corners the Seamstress of Reality. Even Nova in the ring is distracted and yells at him to stay away from her. But, before Belly Boy can do anything…

Slate comes back and throws him into the ring post! That’s two members of their team down, one to go-

Pierce Donovan: watch out!

Wait, Burgerman has recovered and he rolls up Princess Nova!

One

Two-

Pierce Donovan: So close!

Jasper Phoenix: He really put some...mustard on it

No! Nearly an upset as the Fast Foot Avenger manages to get a two count on the Heir of Fantasy. Unsure of what to do, Burgerman decides to try to scoop Princess Nova up for a slam… but she slides off. As Burgerman turns around Princess Nova kicks him in the gut and nails a split-legged stunner! He stumbles to his feet and turns around, with Princess Nova following with a backstabber!

Jasper Phoenix: What a backtabber!

Princess Nova sits up and claps with joy as she sees both Eden and Slate Bass return to the apron. Going to the corner, Princess Nova eyes Burgerman from behind, seeing him slowly try to get up. As he gets to his knees the Princess blows a kiss goodbye and nails him in the back of the head with a Guillotine Elbow strike! Nova giggles with joy as Burgerman is lying on the mat… and Eden gestures for Princess Nova to come to the corner.

Pierce Donovan: looking to end it here??

Princess Nova gets to her corner and curtsies, extending her hand for Eden to tag in, she is finally the legal competitor in the match and she is just going to pick up the food scraps. Both Slate and Eden get in the ring to join Princess Nova. Both Slate and Nova join in a double team surfboard on Burgerman as Eden slits her throat with her finger, licking her lips. The Seamstress of Reality stomps Burgerman’s head into the mat with ROOTED! The Surfboard Assisted Curbstomp! Eden rolls Burgerman to his back and steps on his chest.

One


Two


Three!

Jasper Phoenix: what a debut! This trio is an absolute froce to be reckoned with. The hype is real!

Pierce Donovan: Agreed Jasper, they really made their impact felt in AMA tonight!

After facing against three of the more unique members of the AMA roster, the Residence stands tall. The official raises the hands of the TORN family and they are declared the winners as “Roots” plays in the background. Eden walks around the ring before getting the attention of a photographer at ringside and entering the ring. As she does this, Princess Nova rolls outside the ring to grab from under the ring… a picture frame.

Slate pulls up Burgerman so that he is in a seated position, tugging on his mask and they put Burgerman’s head in the frame. With Slate holding Burgerman’s head, Princess Nova kneels down next to the fallen foe and Eden, grabbing her rose from her entrance holds it. The cameraman takes pictures and The Residence is taking a family photo with their fallen foe.

Dropping Burgerman and the frame, the Residence leave the ring as the segment ends.

Cut to the locker room where the Hamad Agency resides, and it appears that they’re still gloating and feeling good about themselves after what went down at Road to the Gold.

Max Maverick: Oh man, what a swerve last week! Everyone bought hook, line, and sinker!

Shabazz Hamad: Isn’t it grand when a great plan comes to fruition? Now it’s time to get you straight to the top and become the inaugural AMA World Champion!

Max Maverick: You got that right, Hamad! It is my destiny to be at the top of this company. It is only right that someone such as myself gets to carry the torch for this company! We don’t want some washed up nobody like Buffalo Jones taking that torch, no way! We want someone like yours truly, to carry this company and take it to new heights like never before!

A visibly dumbfounded Christopher McMichaels steps into frame.

Christopher McMichaels: Um, excuse me, but where was this devotion for me at Road to the Gold?

Max Maverick: Do I detect a hint of jealousy, Christopher? If I may, I think I speak on behalf of Mr. Hamad as well as myself and Pariah when there is no room for jealousy in the Hamad Agency, just like there is no room for failure, which is what you did in your match with Shinzo Omega at Road to the Gold.

Christopher McMichaels: Well I should be asking you where you were when I needed some backup with Omega? Huh?!

The tensions begin to rise a little, but Hamad steps in between his two clients.

Shabazz Hamad: Christopher, I understand your frustrations, but Max is right when he said that there is no room for jealousy in this agency. The Hamad Agency is a family and what’s good for Max is good for you.

Max smirks and nods in agreement with Hamad.

Shabazz Hamad: Now, I’m so sure of Max's ability that no one from the Hamad Agency will help him tonight.

Max’s smirk disappears and he’s about to speak, but Hamad cuts him off.

Shabazz Hamad: You don’t need that kind of help, Max. What you need is guidance and I can give that to you in spades.

Max looks a bit unsure about that as Hamad pats him on the back as the scene fades out.

Mona Darling is standing backstage with Buffalo Jones, who is wearing a protector on his face as well as tape on his nose, and a heavy amount of tape covering his arm with a metal brace over it.

Mona Darling: Buffalo Jones, at Road to the Gold you suffered quite the beating at the hands of Don Marshall, and now tonight you face Max Maverick in a quarterfinals match for the Gold Rush tournament, knowing you’re not at one hundred percent, do you think you’ll be able to advance tonight?

Buffalo Jones: Mona, at Road to the Gold I did get roughed up by Don. I was kicked in the face and I was nearly broken, but you know what? It didn’t break me. You can’t break me. Don threw everything he had at me, but I’m still standing here on my own two feet. I’m here to prove that I’m the best wrestler in the world and I will do that tonight when I advance over Max Maverick.

Mona Darling: Well, as we learned at Road to the Gold, Max Maverick is the newest member of The Hamad Agency, how do you feel about that?

Buffalo Jones: I don’t care about that, Mona. All I care about is going out there and putting on the best show possible, and like I said before, proving why I am the best wrestler in the world today and all I ask of Hamad and the rest of his goons is to stay out of this match. Win, lose, or draw this is my fight. I don’t need any help like Max or the rest of the Hamad Agency. I can and I will do this on my own tonight, and you will not see me pinned, quit, or tap out tonight.

Mona Darling: Well, good luck out there. Pierce, Jasper, back to you guys.

Reina de la Cruz: Our next contest is an exhibition match scheduled for one fall. Introducing first....




The arena dims almost to pure darkness and a circular spotlight suddenly hits the front of the entrance tunnel. Maxwell Marquee walks out slowly, posh as ever, one hand high in the air hold a rose. He takes a deep bow as the crowd boo and widens this grin.

Pierce Donovan: Marquee announced on social media earlier this week he was resuming his career to Broadway. I’m not sure what that means as far as his AMA career goes, but I hope his head is in the game tonight.

Jasper Phoenix: This man is an ARTIST! He’s always creating and always focused!

Maxwell continues towards the ring and slides under. He poses smelling his rose and waves his arms wide.

Reina de la Cruz: And his opponent. Making his AMA debut. Making his way to the ring, from Boulder, Colorado. DANIEL CHRISTIAN!




The rookie walks out the ramp and looks around as the crowd is timidly cheering, unsure who this new grappler is.

He slaps the outsides of his arms and power walks to the ring with authority, hops on the apron, wipes his feet and walks through the middle rope. He walks up to the middle of the ring and raises a single fist in the air.

The bell rings.

Maxwell, rose still in hand, bows to the crowd once again as an unimpressed Daniel looks on. Maxwell then walks over and holds out his hand, looking to offer up the rose to the rookie.

Daniels looks at him for a few seconds...he grabs Maxwell’s arm by the wrist and hip tosses him to the mat. He immediately transitions into a scissored armbar! Maxwell screams immediately and verbally taps within a second!

Pierce Donovan: Did he? No way! He just tapped! That has to be the quickest submission I’ve ever seen in AMA!

Jasper Phoenix: Clinical use of that scissored armbar! NASTY!

Reina de la Cruz: Winner of this match by submission! DANIEL CHRISTIAN!

The referee holds up the youngster’s arm as he nods and points at his chest.

Maxwell holds his shoulder looking shocked. He rolls under the ring and walks out the back tunnel, dejected. His rose lay in the middle of the ring, crushed and destroyed.

Camera opens in a rainy street.

Still looking for Yuki, Tetsuo Ishii looks down at a crumpled piece of paper with an address written down. He looks up and the gate in front of him. 202 Fabric. It's the right place. He looks at gate some more looking for a way in and finds an intercom. He presses the button and a loud ringer blurts out!

A few seconds pass by....

???: Tetsuo Ishii. Welcome.

Tetsuo Ishii: Where's my daughter you sick bastards?

???: All in due time. For now, you are going to do something for me...

Tetsuo Ishii: Piece of shit...

???: Now now. Calm yourself, wouldn't want to find a finger in the mail, would you? now. I have a name.

Tetsuo Ishii: ...

???: Liberty

Tetsuo Ishii: What about her? Is she involved in this?

???: Just listen you oaf. She has something we want. A future title shot. You're going to acquire it.

Tetsuo Ishii: What? How?

???: That's for you to decide. But get it done, and you get your daughter back.

Tetsuo Ishii: And doesn't Steve, um, Sanders also have a title shot?

???: You don't need to worry about that. Now I suggest you leave, the authorities are already on their way here. Seems someone reported a bum going through people's trash.

Tetsuo Ishii: Fucking bastard...

Tetsuo pulls his hood up and disappears in the night rain.




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

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

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




“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. 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.

Reina de la Cruz: Making his way to the ring, 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. Max jumps off the turnbuckle and continues to pose and then removes his jacket and hands it off to the ringside attendant.

Pierce Donovan: We heard earlier that Max will be out here alone without anyone from The Hamad Agency, not even his own bodyguard Solomon Black is out here with him.

Jasper Phoenix: You heard Hamad though, Pierce. Hamad is confident in Max’s abilities and he believes Max doesn’t need that kind of help.

Max stands across from Buffalo and loosens up as Buffalo stares across at Max, showing no emotion whatsoever.

DING! DING! DING!

The bell sounds and two men circle each other in the opening seconds of the match, and Max starts to taunt Buffalo and hurl some trash talk his way. Max is still talking trash and telling Buffalo to bring it, so Buffalo is more than happy to oblige Maverick and clatters him with a hard right hand to the jaw! Maverick goes down! Eventually, Maverick rises to a knee and Jones is about to approach, but Maverick orders the referee to keep him back as Max nurses his jaw. Jones is sick of the nonsense from Maverick and brushes past the official just as Max rises up but before Maverick can even defend himself, Jones stuns him with a forearm smash! Jones before to light up Maverick’s chest with a few knife edge chops that echo throughout the arena!

Max clutches at his chest and tries his best to distance himself from Jones, but Jones is right on his tail and clobbers him with a double axe handle to the back! Jones takes Maverick to a corner and goes for another chop in the corner but Maverick blocks it and counters by taking the injured arm of Jones and stretching it backwards as Jones howls in agony before Maverick forcefully drapes the injured arm across the ring rope! Jones stumbles back, clutching at his injured arm but Maverick catches up with him and takes Jones down with an arm breaker across the knees! Jones falls to the mat, holding his arm until Maverick soccer kicks him in the ribs and then targets the arm as he viciously stomps away at it!

Pierce Donovan: Jones is in a world of hurt now with Maverick targeting that injured arm!

Jasper Phoenix: Jones has no one but himself to blame for coming out here at not one hundred percent, Pierce! Max Maverick is just doing what any smart person would do in this situation!

Maverick applies a fujiwara arm breaker submission as he begins to crank back on the arm while Jones is struggling to fight through the pain, but he somehow manages to reach out and grab the bottom rope to break the hold in time. Maverick berates the official even though it was his fault. Maverick stomps on the arm once more before dragging Jones away from the bottom rope and then brings Jones up and hits a double underhook suplex on Jones! Maverick kneels down and starts to talk more trash and slaps Jones on the head.

Pierce Donovan: Maverick just rubbing salt in the wound now with this unnecessary trash talk and taunting!

Maverick takes Jones back up by the head but Jones counters with a jawbreaker! Maverick staggers back a little which gives Jones some time to recover, and just as Maverick comes running back at Jones he counters with a back body drop on Maverick! Maverick lands hard on the canvas, clutching at his lower back while Jones uses this brief period as sort of a reprieve. Maverick starts to rise up but Jones is on him like white on rice as he drills him with an uppercut and sends him to the corner with an irish whip! Maverick bounces hard off the corner and stumbles right back into a uranage from Jones and a pin!

One…

Two…

NO!

Maverick with a kick-out! Jones immediately applies a rear chin lock on Maverick but unfortunately he was too close to the ropes and Maverick breaks the hold. Jones takes Maverick back by the head but Maverick fights back and rakes at the eyes! Maverick then connects with a double knee facebreaker! Jones drops to the mat and Maverick is on top of him for the cover!

One…

Two…

THR-NO!

Jones with a shoulder up but Maverick grabs hold of that bad arm and violently swings it on the mat and then stomps on it! Maverick then applies a cross-armbreaker submission on Jones, who is in a world of pain right now while trying to reach out for the ropes. For extra added insult to injury, Maverick kicks at Jones’ injured face, but that doesn’t deter Jones who manages to power through that and reverses the submission into a roll-up!

One…

Two…

THR-NO!

Maverick kicks out! Both men lay on the mat, catching their breath. Jones is the first to his feet and Maverick is right behind him and charges at Jones, but Jones catches him and hits him with an AA spinebuster! Maverick rolls to the apron for a breather and as he begins to rise up, Jones sneaks up on him and begins to wail away with repeated clubbing blows to the chest! After about the 10th blow, Jones drags Maverick back in and signals for the Dead to Rights and the fans know what is coming next, but Maverick blocks it and counters with a back body drop to Jones! Maverick falls to the ropes, catching his breath and composing himself while Jones struggles back up and Maverick turns back to Jones just as Jones stumbles right into Maverick’s grip...Goodnight, Irene! Hammerlock lariat on Jones but Maverick isn’t finished yet! Maverick applies a Regal stretch style STF submission and Jones eventually passes out!

Reina de la Cruz: The winner of the match by submission and advancing in the Gold Rush, Max Maverick!

Pierce Donovan: Despite his best efforts, Max Maverick was just too much for Jones to overcome unfortunately!

Jasper Phoenix: Not only that, but now Max moves on in the Gold Rush and he did it without any assistance!

Pierce Donovan: I’ll give him credit, he did do it on his own.

We cut to The Northern Touch Locker room.

Announcer: We now take you live from The Northern Touch's personal locker room.

Johnny is sitting on the bench, headphones over his ears with loud punk music roaring out, he is completely oblivious and in his own world. Bobby Tremblay is sitting at a small desk texting on his cell phone when the door swings open and slams against the back wall. A sweaty, disheveled Don Marshall drunkenly barrels in breathing loudly.

Don Marshall: Did you see that shit? DID YOU SEE THAT BULLSHIT BOBBY!!! Can you believe this shit? CAN YOU! I could have been world champion Bobby. Now that loser Buffalo Jones squanders that opportunity! What a god damn joke!

He kicks over a trash can and goes to punch the wall before Bobby stops him.

Bobby Tremblay: Don...Relax. You'll get your gold, I promise...

Don slaps his hand off his shoulder.

Don Marshall: Shut your mouth Bobby, or I'll shut it for you. I'm sick of your little games.

Bobby Tremblay: Jesus Christ on a beavertail Don, how much have you had to drink today? Can you even go?

Don Marshall: Don’t change the subject you weasel little shit. The old piece of trash Buffalo Jones just LOST? The two matches I had to go through, and he has the disrespect to lose tonight? And now we’re working with The Hamad Agency and their bullshit? You never talked to me about that!

Bobby Tremblay: You’ve been away on a bender Don, I thought I would simply make good business decisions for us, like I always have!

Don Marshall: You smug little prick...

Bobby Tremblay: What is it that you want Don? Business is business.

Don Marshall: I don’t trust those motherf**** Bobby, and right now, I’m starting not to trust you!

Don turns around and marches out of the office, but not before Johnny sticks his hand out for The Northern Touch handshake.

Don Marshall: Kid, I love ya. But this man, this man is poison.

Which Don obliges too after sighing loudly and finally stomping away.

Bobby Tremblay: I gotta get that boy straight...

Announcer: What is going on with The Northern Touch lately? Have they lost control of Don Marshall? Are they working with Hamad Agency for good?

Backstage once more with the Hamad Agency, who are celebrating Max Maverick’s big win with champagne flowing.

Shabazz Hamad: See? Didn’t I say that I was so sure of your abilities? Didn’t I say you need that kind of help? You didn’t and you walked away with the win!

Christopher McMichaels: Way to go Max, you didn’t need help that one time.

Max Maverick: You know Chris, jealousy is an ugly thing. This is good for us, remember that we’re a family! Besides, God only helps those that help themselves!

The celebration continues as McMichaels shakes his head and walks away.




The main show opens as fireworks and pyro go off on the main stage. Sawyer Xavier's music immediately hits and the crowd goes wild as he walks down the ramp, smile on his face. He high fives some folks and walks down the ramp and slides into the ring. After some pump up from the crowd, he asks for a microphone and brings it to his lips.

Sawyer Xavier: As you saw last week, Sawyer Xavier is a whole new man. And I'm here to remind everyone backstage that I never gave up on my dreams to be the best wrestler in AMA. I certainly haven't forgotten about those who tried to take that dream away from me permanently, either!

The crowd boos.

Sawyer Xavier: Brandon Roberts! Yeah I'm calling you out Brandon! I'm sick and tired of you hiding behind The Northern Touch, and it makes me just as sick to my stomach watching you beg for The Hamad Agency's approval. We've got business to resolve, and if you've got any honor as a man, you'll get your ass out here right here, right now, and fight me in front of all these peo...




Sawyer is interrupted by Shabazz Hamad's music blasts through the speakers and the man himself, along with other members of the Agency behind him.

He cuts off the booing crowd by holding his hand up and making a fist.

Shabazz Hamad: Mr. Xavier, I'm going to have to stop you right there before you say something you're going to regret for a very, very long time.

He pauses as the crowd screams in anger. They make their way slowly halfway down the ramp.

Shabazz Hamad: You're the one that's been in OUR way. See I don't give a damn if you changed your name, your hairdo, your shoes. You're still just an ant whom the Hamad Agency will simply crush beneath its boot.

He points to the ring, looking to send Pariah and McMichaels to do the deed. However, another familiar theme hits...




It's Shinzo!

He walks down the ramp and stares down the group, pinning them between himself and the ring.

Shabazz Hamad: Of course! I knew you couldn't resist the white knighting of your little buddy here, Mr. Omega. As predictable as ever, I'm afraid.

Pariah grins ear to ear as if this was the plan all along. Pariah snags the mic.

Pariah: Shinzo. You took money from my table. You lack respect boy. Tonight, that ends. I'm gonna make you say it...

Shinzo smiles and walks towards Pariah, who takes a step back. In a blink of an eye, Shinzo twists his body and snaps a spinning kick right in the face of an unsuspecting Hamad, kicking him out cold, much to the delight of the crowd.

Shinzo stares the remaining two members down and begs them to step up. However, Pariah and McMichaels begin to argue over who will fight Shinzo.

Pariah: Get out of my way

Christopher McMichaels: Give me a chance at him again, I deserve revenge!

He pushes Pariah aside and gets face to face with Shinzo and begins to run his mouth.

Christopher McMichaels: I got this.

Shinzo stands tall and just scoffs.

Christopher McMichaels: You have no respect for anyone, not that I even get respect in my own house. I've been getting the cold shoulder for not defeating you at Road despite them failing to help him when this pun kid stuck his nose in my business.

Another familiar voice cuts the tension! It's Bobby Tremblay, Esquire.

Bobby Tremblay: Woah woah woah! Looks like we're all having some issues getting our members in line tonight! Easy now! I'm just here to talk!

The crowd buys none of it by the way.

Bobby Tremblay: Listen, one thing we have in common though is both the Agency and the Northern Touch are a bit disappointed in another fellow Canadian in Brandon Roberts, too. So after using my creative pull backstage, since I'm a genius, how about this?

Bobby stirs the pot as only he can. What's he planning between these two factions?

Bobby Tremblay: Pariah you want respect? How about you take on my guy Don Marshall, who also feels he's lacking respect around here. Take out your frustrations. It's healthy! And I need my guys showing me the proper respect. Time to beat some respect into each other. I suggest using the raw end of cowhide and whip him so raw with that leather he says I respect you, Bobby. And you, McNugget was it? How about you take on the aforementioned Brandon Roberts in a pure rules match. Then you'll see who's the worthier of the two. How about it huh?

All men involved nod and seem to agree, Shinzo looks a bit bored and disappointed to not get a fight right now.

Sawyer Xavier: Well if you are done measuring your little carrots, I've still got something to say. Make whatever little matches you want Bobby! But that leaves one of your boys free doesn't it? Your favorite, Johnny, Tremblay. I want Le Fantastique TONIGHT in a flag match. And once I plant the USA flag on your corner and they raise my hand, at Manifest Destiny....I want Brandon Roberts, one on one, all to myself! And believe me, there's going to be a damn reckoning for that man! Two birds, one stone. I get to stick that Canadian flag where it actually belongs, in your ass!

Crowd pops hard for Sawyer and everyone goes their separate ways.

We cut to a dark and dank corner of the arena. We see a slight light illuminate the space to see Malice's shrine.

Damien Axel: The work of the gospel is never done. We told Misandry we would take out the infidels and while we failed to defeat them in our match at Last Man Standing, our mission still continues. Conall got brazen and for that he will tried before our god and judged for his maleficence.

Axel stares intensely at a doll of Brian Zewbowski on the mantle sitting next to a knife stuck in the wood.

Hangman James: In all the confusion and commotion on our new path, Tora may have thought we forgot about him, but we didn't join that 8-ball to get lucky or high on championship aspirations. We came back for him and he'll learn just like Conall will soon find out what that means.

Axel reaches across James, who has his trademark noose around his neck, and pulls the knife off the mantle.

Damien Axel: This too shall pass.

Axel begins measuring and cutting pieces of duct tape and rope.

Donavon Grayson: In his name, we do this. For him. Consider this the official AMA purge of the non-believers. Sanctioned or unsanctioned, violence will commence. Be warned. Do not take us lightly.

Grayson puts his hand on James's shoulder as James takes the noose off his neck and adjusts it.

Hangman James: Conall's friends should heed our warning if he will not. Because he'll need someone to have his back, but be careful all malcontents must and will go.

James looks over at a barely lit photo of Pierre Poyser on the wall with an x written in lipstick over his face.

Donavon Grayson: Here's looking at you, Petti. Those who stand in the way of his judgment will not receive salvation nor will they get a chance to participate in the revolution or his redemption.

Damien Axel: Trust and believe the day is soon upon us and when it is, he will walk amongst you once more. Anarchy and Chaos will reign supreme and Humanity will be the holy spirit and in his Earthly flesh will be declared the Grand Champion like he is in his plane of existence.

Donavon Grayson: When it's all said and done, you will all see the collective ghost.

Hangman James: And red.

Damien Axel: Oh yes, there will be... red.

Shabazz Hamad accosts Brandon Roberts backstage.

Shabazz Hamad: Mr. Roberts, a moment of your time please.

Brandon Roberts: What do you want now? You want to fight too? Bring it!

Shabazz Hamad: Woah now, nothing of that nature I assure you. I wanted to say I admit that myself and The Agency may have judged you a bit too harshly and pre-emptively.

Brandon Roberts: Oh ya? Is that so ...

He doesn't seem convinced.

Shabazz Hamad: Such is the nature of the business at times, certainly not personal. But we are always looking at restructuring our budget and personnel. As you know, a man like Max Maverick doesn't come cheap.

Brandon Roberts: Sounds like you're saying I am huh?

Shabazz Hamad: Nothing of the sort, please! But we do see the positives in you whipping McMichaels into shape for us. Outside the size of his wallet, I have to admit his in-ring performance has been lacking sorely. Could be a big opportunity for you. We'll be watching. We are always watching.

He puts his hand out for Brandon to shake it, but the Canuck just nods and walks away. Hamad chuckles to himself and does the same.




Brian comes out with his signature black tights with the red words "Fight to Live" on the back, wearing an official Brian Zewbowski T-Shirt "Jujika-Oh" design.

Reina de la Cruz: From Princeton, Minnesota, weighing in at 260 pounds, he is "The King of Crucifix", Brian Zewbowski!

Brian walks down the ramp, chatting with fans and cracking jokes, doing face things. He hops on the apron and motions a throat slash, ready for his opponent as he climbs into the ring and poses for the fans.

Pierce Donovan: Brian Zewbowski is here but wherever he is you just know that Humanity is lurking close by!




“Down in Texas” plays and Liberty Olivera Lawrenson steps out on stage and instead of posing she just walks straight down to the ring.

Reina de la Cruz: and his opponent, from El Paso, TX and weighing in at 128 lb…”The Southern Succubus”...Liberty Olivera Lawson!

Liberty enters the ring and goes to her corner across from Brian, and Liberty is pacing in her corner looking eager to get this match started.

DING! DING! DING!

The match starts and right away the two competitors lock up with Brian trapping Liberty in a side headlock before Liberty shoves him off into the ropes. Brian comes back with a clothesline attempt but Liberty leapfrogged over Brian and drilled him from behind with a double axe handle! She continues her onslaught of strikes with several forearms to the back before following up with a back suplex! Brian clutches at the back of his upon impact yet he has still managed to regain some composure by getting to a knee, but Liberty isn’t showing sort of mercy as she continues on the offense with a series of muay thai elbow strikes in order to soften up and wear down Brian before takes him up for a hip toss! Brian instinctively sits up after landing from the hip toss and Liberty wastes no time with a soccer kick to the lower spine! Brian winces after Liberty strikes with another soccer kick and Liberty goes for a kick to the face, but Brian instinctively ducks underneath and he manages to surprise Liberty with a quick roll-up!

One…

TW-NO!

Pierce Donovan: Brian nearly stole a victory there but Liberty manages to kick out before two!

Liberty and Brian have a bit of a stand-off before locking up again and Liberty attempts a suplex, but Brian blocks it and hits one of his own instead! Liberty winces a little as she sits up and Brian grabs her by the head and Liberty tries to fight him off with forearm strikes, but they have little to no effect and Brian counters with a headbutt! Liberty is dazed now and Brian hits Liberty with a belly-to-belly side suplex before immediately following up with a headlock!

Pierce Donovan: Brian is doing his best to wear down Liberty with this headlock applied!

Jasper Phoenix: This seemed like it was all Liberty but now Brian has taken control with a bit of ease.

Jasper may have spoken too soon though as Liberty is desperately trying to fight her way out of the hold while Brian is doing his best to keep it locked in. Liberty is on her feet now while Brian still has the hold locked in, but Liberty finally forces him to relinquish his hold after several back elbows to the midsection! Liberty peppers Brian with more forearm strikes followed by a knife hand strike and with Brian stunned, Liberty takes him down with a judo throw! She applies a reverse chin lock while Brian tries to reach for the ropes, but Liberty doesn’t allow him to get any closer and pulls him back and transitions to a short arm scissors submission!

Pierce Donovan: Liberty putting her technical skills on display at the expense of Brian Zewbowski, and what is this? What is Misandry doing out here?

Jasper Phoenix: Well, Sean Classic has shown some interest in Liberty so Misandry is out here doing a bit of scouting on his behalf it seems.

Liberty continues her punishment on Brian with some ground and pound while keeping her hold applied, as Misandry looks on and nods her head at the impressive display of work at hand by Liberty. Brian starts to look like he’s kind of enjoying this punishment though and this catches Liberty a bit off guard and Brian counters with another roll-up!

One…

Two…

NO!

Pierce Donovan: Liberty getting caught again but she still manages to remain in this match!

Jasper Phoenix: Now Malice is out here! What do these creeps want?!

Malice appears from the crowd and waves off Misandry, who seemingly complies and says “Sorry” to Liberty as she’s leaving.

Pierce Donovan: I don’t know about you Jasper but I am lost right now!

Liberty shakes that off and turns her attention back to Brian and begins to attack him with more muay thai elbow strikes, but it seems as though he’s enjoying it more and more with each strike as Liberty looks confused!

Jasper Phoenix: It seems like Humanity has decided to grace us with his presence!

Pierce Donovan: Which could spell disaster for Liberty if she’s not careful!

Humanity counters with a ripcord lariat! He looks over at Malice and shakes it off, and it’s Brian saying that they don’t speak for him and he doesn’t need their help!

They back off.

Roll up by Liberty.

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kickout!

Brian kips up and attempts a quick lariat! Liberty gets to a squat and counters his movement by extending her right leg and wrapping her body around the meniscus for a deep Knee Bar.

Jasper Phoenix: Deep knee bar, very deep!

Brian yells in pain but continues to shoo away the ring side interlopers who are now once again creeping in. As the crowd roars he slowly crawls, inch by inch, towards the ropes. A fingertip away, he reaches his hand out...but the merciless mat work of Liberty once again comes into play as she rolls through and sits on on Brian, immediately reigning down closed fists on this face. The referee tries to pull her off but she shoves him off and continues to hammer hell into her opponent's visage. I'm giving you until 5!

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Liberty coolly stops her fist at the last moment. She observes her handy work and works over the crowd who boo her. The official checks on Brian who reveals a nasty gash at the crest of his forehead. He wave him off limps up on his damaged right leg and wipes the blood off his face. He taunts Liberty to come at him some more.

Liberty takes off at full speed and rushes towards Brian and leaping into the air with a flying front kicks. Side step by Zeb. Waist lock. Throws her back for a german suplex. Back flip barely lands on her feet does Liberty! double deuces flipping him off. Crowd gasps. Zewbowsky turns around. Liberty fakes a right hand, Zewbowsky bites and bring a hand up. Liberty takes advantage and hits the X FACTOR face buster!

Pierce Donovan: Oh my god! She's going to do it! She's going to do it!

Jasper Phoenix: X FACCCCCTOOOOOOOOR!

ONE!

TWO!


THR....

Foot on the rope! the camera pans out and we see that it was Hangman of Malice that snuck Zewbowsky's foot on the rope, he walks backwards, hands in the air, as the official begins to yell in unison with the crowd's boos.

Pierce Donovan: Wait a minute now

Jasper Phoenix: Even I know that's not quite right...

Liberty can't believe it! She grabs the referee by the collar and threatens him, showing three on her hand, pleading her case. Brian is still shook up, grabbing his bloody face on the ground.

Liberty switches her attention to Malice and specifically Hangman, she hangs over the top rope yelling as the official checks on Brian's health. Aka Yurei, seemingly out of nowhere, jumps over the barricade out of Liberty's view. She runs up and sprays red mist into the eyes of the unsuspecting Liberty who screams in horror. Malice looks on pleasantly content.

Pierce Donovan: Where did she come from?!

Jasper Phoenix: Your guess is as good as mine, Pierce! Brian doesn’t know what happened either!

Brian gets back on his feet, unaware of the bullshit going on in the ring. He smashes his faces multiple time and smiles. he brings his right hand in a pendulum motion deep towards the mat behind him...pauses...and swings it back towards Liberty with authority, nailing her with the Welcome to Hell the clothesline from hell.

Pierce Donovan: Welcome to Hell indeed. He got all of that didn't he.

Jasper Phoenix: Not a lot of people can get up from that I'm afraid.

He bring Liberty back to her feet. He twitches and goes to bring her up onto his shoulders but shakes his head again at the last moment. In a desperate attempts Liberty tries to swing her right fist, but Brian, seemingly back to himself, grabs it out of the air and pulls her elbow down on his for a standing arm breaker. She hunches over to grab her arm. He puts her head between his legs, lifts her up and hits a HUGE Jacknife powerbomb, lifting her up high in the air with a dramatic pause at the peak, sending her shoulders and back crashing down to the mat. Deep cover.

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Reina de la Cruz: The winner of the match, Brian Zewbowski!

Liberty lays motionless, face full of red mist. Zebowsky hand is raised but at what cost. He grabs his wounds and looks around confused at all the faces around the right.

We cut to outside the Chase Center in the parking lot as a black town car pulls up. A rather large man decked out in FUBU and Tommy Hilfiger, wearing black shades gets out of the passenger side and walks over and opens the back door and out comes Steve Sanders with heavy bandage on the back of his head.

Pierce Donovan: How is Steve not still not in the hospital?

Jasper Phoenix: I really hope AMA has some great lawyers with all these superstars leaving medical facilities AMA.

The man stands guard as Steve pops open the trunk and grabs a duffle bag and the broken shovel that cracked his skull. Steve stares at it like it tasted blood and now it likes the taste and craves more.

Pierce Donovan: What's he planning to do with that broken head?

Jasper Phoenix: Plant some roses.

A vignette plays.

A trickle of water trickles down the screen. Suddenly it gets thicker and more frequent. A panning shot then emerges of a field of deer, frolicking about their business. Eating grass. Playing with young. Running free. The water intensifies until it appears to look like drool.

Disembodied Voice: An ancient prophecy once claimed that the hunter of the majestic creatures was the catalyst for an awakening. With all her might, she watches over them, her hunger growing. Sand burns to glass, paper shrivels to nothing.

A soft drum beat starts.

Disembodied Voice:One by one, year by year, the hunter grows stronger. In time, the hunter will find new prey. In time, she will have her time.

The shot of the field of deer grows darker, and a trickle of blood begins, followed by a splash of blood across the screen. Carnage is seen everywhere.

Disembodied Voice: Una mujer, un objetivo, un destino. El espíritu del lobo me guía, me consuela, me consume. Mi presa se divertirá sin saber el peligro que acecha. El peligro inminente. Vengo.

We cut back to ringside.

Reina de la Cruz: Your next exhibition is a PURE RULES match! Each competitor will be allowed 3 rope breaks, no closed fists are allowed and a 20 second time limit will be allowed on the outside. Introducing first, from The Great White North! He is God’s Gift to Canda! Brandon Roberts!




The twangy electric guitar riffs in O Canada as Brandon methodically walks down the ramp waiving his hands towards him as the crowd showers him in boos. He runs his hand through his long dark wet hair and flicks some water and sweat into the crowd while laughing. He slides under the the bottom rope and spins around with arms out to more boos and punches the middle of the ring twice and throws his hand up in the air.

Pierce Donovan: This is one of the few matches this evening between The Hamad Agency and the Canadian boys of AMA. Should be quite an interesting one.

Reina de la Cruz: And his opponent: Flying in via Helicopter from a cottage in the Hamptons, well they call him The Blue Blood! Representing the Hamad Agency! Christopher McMichaels!




Christopher walks over the top rope and continues to tease the fans. No one is happy to see either of these men so hopefully the action in the ring will make up for that.

The official checks both men and signals for the bell to ring.

Pierce Donovan: Here we go Jasper, Pure Rules match on the way!

Jasper Phoenix: Two underrated technicians I may add.

Rope Breaks – CM – 3 / BR – 3

Both men circle each other in the middle of the ring extending an arm each to gauge the distance. Both men lock up. Brandon Robert overpowers, side head lock takeover and follows through holding the arm to the ground. Head scissor escape by Christopher. Brandon pushes the leg away and both men sprawl back to their feet and stare each other down. Brandon charges forward and attempt attempts a lariat but Christopher swipes the left leg and trips him down. Cover.

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Brandon rolls into the pin and counter win a pin of his own and rolls his back onto the stacked legs of Christopher.

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Christopher manages to grabs the free arms in a modified crucifix and himself counter rolls out into a winning combination!

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Brandon manages to inch his right leg under the rope to break the tricky pinfall. The referee signals rope break but signals that Brandon has used one up.

Pierce Donovan: What a quick and technical sequence of pinning combinations! Blink for a moment and you can miss it ladies and gentlemen! What a display!

Jasper Phoenix: Brandon has to use up a rope break however. That could be crucial as the match goes on Pierce. Advantage Blue Blood!

CM – 3 / BR – 2

Brandon shakes his head side to side to get his wits about and refocus and McMichaels rolls his right shoulder and arm in a circular motion bending both his knees and looking for another weakness to exploit. He signals Roberts to lock up again.

Pierce Donovan: Two warriors looking to square off again in the middle of the arena Jasper!

As they go to lock up, chop block to the knee by Christopher causes Brandon to front flip onto the back and clutch his leg in pain. Christopher goes to work and begins to stomp the knee down into the mat with his heel. He grabs the injured leg, wraps his own leg around it and drops to the mat for a knee bar. Brandon continues to scream in agony.

Pierce Donovan: Jasper that’s a nasty looking knee bar there, and right after a brutal chop block. Looks like McMichaels has a game plan here.

Jasper Phoenix: No doubt out of the brilliant mind of Shabazz Hamad! Enough of this honorable warrior hogwash, this is how you win a pure rules match. Pick a body part and destroy it!

Both men on the mat, Brandon is rolling side to side to break free. He attempts to squiggle his way towards the ropes but Christopher readjusts and pulls him back in the middle. Brandon manages to sit up however and slaps McMichaels across the face. He released the hold and Brandon kicks him in the jaw for good measure, much to the official’s displeasure.

Jasper Phoenix: That’ll work, good slap, good receipt for good measure!

Pierce Donovan: not sure that’s very honorable in this setting however. But that’s Brandon Roberts, always fishing for an edge! Great mind in there if a bit clouded.

Jasper Phoenix: I just told you honor is stupid. Win at all costs!

Brandon gets back to his feet and grabs his knee and moves it around, hoping to get in back in working order. Chris gets back to his feet as well clutching his jaw.

Pierce Donovan: Both men showing some damage early here, to the knee and head, respectively.

Both men charge to lock up once more. Side step and waist lock by Brandon. Side suplex to the apron and maintains control. Both back to their feet. Back elbow attempt Christopher. Brandon ducks under the arm and lifts for the backddrop counter attack. Back flip by Christopher who lands on his feet. Jumping thrust kick by Brandon but McMichales tosses him aside and hooks both his arms from behind and pulls him down to the floor in a pin attempt...but Brandon uses his quickness to back flip and land on his feet and immediately follow by a basement drop kick square to the face of a downed Christopher.

Pierce Donovan: What a display!

Jasper Phoenix: What out now for the pinfall!

Quick cover!

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Quicker kick out! Immediate knee to the face by Brandon. Covers again

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Kickout again.

Frustration begins to show. Brandon attempts to bring him up to his feet and does. He throws him into the ropes and jumps in the air on the return for a jumping knee strike but it’s caught by Chris. Brandon begs and pleads but Christopher has none of it and hits a vicious dragon screw on the injured leg causing Brandon to collapse and wither in pain.

Jasper Phoenix: DRAGON SCREWED! That’s gotta hur the knee!

Cover

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Kick out!

Pierce Donovan: That was extremely close, good lord! You have to think that damaged knee is going to make it harded and harder to kickout as the match goes on as well.

Jasper Phoenix: That’s right Pierce, there’s not a lot of moves in a wrestler’s arsenal that are more dangerous to your meniscus than a dragon screw, let me tell you that for a fact!

Brandon barely manages to escape in time. McMichaels tries to grab his leg and pull it towards him but Brandon manages to sneak in and eye poke and slide to the outside of the ring for some semblance of recovery time.

Jasper Phoenix: Great strategy with the eye poke to get some separation, he needs to catch his breath here!

The referee checks on Christopher’s eye sigh but he shoves him away and follows suite to the outside. He begins to stalk Brandon from behind as he hobbles away trying to recover his new. As the referee warns them one final time, he takes off running at Brandon.

Pierce Donovan: But here comes the blue blood coming in at full speed!

Brandon is playing possum however and turns around at the last moment, side steps and hip tosses Chris head first into the steel barricade. He goes to work right away and stomps his head in, sits him up against the cage and superkicks him in the face against it. The crowd boos as the referee begins his count.

Pierce Donovan: They need to consider the count here but reminder that it is a 20 count and not a 10 count in a pure rules match.

Jasper Phoenix: We may see some methodical use of the clock here.

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Brandon brings him up to vertical base and walks him over to the outside post. He wraps both his arms around the post, puts his own foot up on the posts, then pulls Christopher face first onto the post defenseless.

Pierce Donovan: Oh my god! Face first into the steel post with no brace for impact. That can knock a man out right there.

Jasper Phoenix: And I don’t think he’s finished here either!

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For good measure, he brings him up once more, lifts him up in a firemen’s carry and hits The Canadian Knockout jumping TKO. He gets up gingerly still grabbing his knee and slides up the bottom rope to the inside of the ring and points to the referee to keep counting.

Jasper Phoenix: What a nasty jumping TKO. Surely that’s it. Countout victory but Brandon. Brilliant strategy on the outside!

Pierce Donovan: There’s still a lot of time yet, let’s not call it before that now!

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Christopher barely moves an arm but lays mostly motionless on the floor.

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Finally some sign of life, he gets to his hands and knees and shakes his head, then immediately grabs his face. He crawls towards the ring.

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He gets ever closer as Brandon sits down in the opposing corner, exhausted.

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Christopher puts one hand on the apron...

Pierce Donovan: We have life! We have movement! Come on Christopher, not like this! Show us what you got in the tank!

Jasper Phoenix: Not a chance, he’s done for!

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And he manages to roll in before the count out loss. A dejected Brandon slams his hand on the canvas in frustration. He hops gingerly and swarms a grounded Christopher with short elbow strikes and forearms. The referee sees and open fist come down and is forced to pull him off and give him a warning.

Pierce Donovan: Closed fist warning here for Brandon, one more and he’s disqualified!

Jasper Phoenix: This is why these silly rules are outdated, this is America Pierce.

Irate, Brandon tries to side step the referee but as he does Christopher grabs his right foot and trips him. Brandon falls awkwardly as Christopher maintains holding the foot and attempts an ankle lock.

Pierce Donovan: He’s picked the ankle! He’s got him!

Brandon struggles and twists away but Christopher refuses to let go. He instead raises the leg up and slams the knee down to the mat. And again. And again! The referee yells at him to stop. He spins him on his back and starts to lock in a sharpshooter...but Brandon grabs the weak neck and counters with a victory roll.

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Kickout!

Brandon sprawls behind and locks in a deep dragon sleeper immediately with a beautiful transition. Christopher is in huge trouble. He grasps at his neck trying to break the hold but cannot. He reaches out his right leg and shifts his hips and manages to roll a bit to his side and reach the bottom rope for a break.

Pierce Donovan: Beautiful technique by Brandon Roberts, and a lucky rope break, his first, for the Blue Blood. Great transition into a dragon sleeper and almost had him put away.

CM – 2 / BR – 2

Brandon lets go and grabs on the opposing side rope to help him stay on his feet as he assesses the damage on his right knee. Christopher rings his hand around his neck and head and uses his left arm to hoist himself back to a vertical position using the ropes. Both men stare daggers at each other as the crowd roars and rises to their feet.

Pierce Donovan: Time for war baby!

Both men ignore their wounds and march down to the middle of the ring and forearms from both sides ensue! Paintbrush open palm strikes by Brandon! High kick sidestepped by Brandon who locks in the waist and goes to lift Christopher for a German! His knee gives out and he can’t do it, letting him go and forced to grab his knee.

Pierce Donovan: That knee took too much damage Jasper.

Jasper Phoenix: Indeed! No more strength to hoist him up and he’s going to pay dearly for it I’m certain of it!

Swinging Lariat from Christopher but Brandon barely ducks under in time. Right open hand strike again by Brandon that stuns him. Brandon punches his leg into motion a few times and takes off and hits the ropes. He jumps up on the way back and positions himself for a high cross body. Christopher however lifts him up and counters him a hot shot to the top rope. He immediately hoists Brandon on his shoulders and hits a TKO.
Pinfall

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Kick out at 2 ½.

Pierce Donovan: Oh my god what a near fall! I thought that was surely it! What a devasting TKO of his own!

Jasper Phoenix: Takes more than that to take out a Canadian it seems!

Christopher pulls Brandon in the middle of the ring and locks in the sharpshooter successfully now. He bends the lower back and knees of Brandon as he cries out in pain. A man in a hoodie and sunglasses in the crowd is now yelling extremely loudly at him to come grab the ropes.

Pierce Donovan: Looks like a young fan is a big fan of Brandon Roberts here.

Jasper Phoenix: Probably a northern lunatic.

Brandon slowly crawls, inch by inch, towards the hard cam ropes. Christopher attempts to sit deeper into the hold arching his own back. For a moment Brandon looks to be out of sorts and exhausted, a moment away from giving up. He raises his hand and is about to tap. He yells out in pain. But shakes his head now. He claws and crawls for what feels like an eternity and finally grabs the bottom rope for a much-needed break.

CM – 2 / BR – 1

Pierce Donovan: What guts by Brandon! What guts! Managed to tough it all out and grab the ropes. But he only has one left now.

Jasper Phoenix: And that knee is only getting more damaged! He’s in big trouble still.

Christopher can’t believe it and spends a moment arguing with the referee. The hooded fan claps loudly and as the referee is now distracted, he quickly hops over the barricade and hands over a large ring to Brandon in the corner, who quickly conceals it in his trunks. The man then rolls and hides under the ring to the crowd boos and confusion.

Pierce Donovan: wait a minute wait a minute! What the hell did he just put in his trunk! Someone get security!

Jasper Phoenix: I didn’t see a thing!

Brandon charges Christopher as he is still arguing with the referee but the veteran has him scouted and shoves the ref in his way causing a collision and the ref to fall to the floor. Low blow by McMichaels, followed by a reverse STO. Side body sprawl and transition, McMichaels manages to get a hold once again of the injured leg and locks in a Figure 4 focusing his pressure on the injured right knee of his opponent. Brandon yells and grabs on to the bottom rope for a break, but there the official is knocked out for the time being, so he must bear it.

Pierce Donovan: The referee is down, and a huge low blow and sequence by the Blue Blood, showing his true colours once again. Brandon is holding on for a rope break but it’s no use.

Jasper Phoenix: Veteran use of the rules by McMichaels. Genius really. He’s going to put as much pressure on the knee until the referee is back on his feet. I love this!

Brandon attempts to reverse to pressure of the hold by using the rope to gain leverage. This works for a few moments until Christopher sits up and begins pummeling his right knee furthering the damage done, causing Brandon to let go and fall back down to the apron. He tries to spin to his stomach to no avail.

Pierce Donovan: Failed reversal. This might be all she wrote, he’s stuck.

Christopher goes to sit up and punch the knees again and this time Brandon sees an opening. He reaches into his trunks and punches McMichaels twice in the face with it, forcing him to release the hold and cutting him open in the process. Blood rolls down into his eyes immediately. Christopher tosses the ring to the outside and we see a hand come from under the apron and retrieve it.

Pierce Donovan: What in the nine hells is wrong with these two! This a damn pure rules match and both men throwing the entire rule book out the window. Really should be ashamed of themselves.

Jasper Phoenix: We are in colour, ladies and gentlemen. What’s good for the goose is good the gander I say, all is fair in love and war and all that!

Brandon very slowly gets back to his feet as the official tries to wake up and assess what is going on. Christopher is swinging wildly in front of himself, blinded by the geyser of blood on his forehead.

Pierce Donovan: He’s completely blind, defenseless now!

Christopher marches forward swinging and the official must dodge out of the way. He barely misses Brandon with a wild palm strike but this time Brandon is the one scouting. He moves and shoves him face first into the turnbuckle right into the exposed wound. Step up enziguri by Brandon. Kick to the gut. Hammerlock DDT position...BANG. CDT hammerlock ddt to the mat.

Deep cover.

Jasper Phoenix: CDT! CDT!

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Pierce Donovan: Repugnant way to end an amazing match up to that point. Who the hell is this jerk in the hoodie?

A bloody Christopher McMichaels lays on the apron his hands on his face, motionless. Brandon sits up and raises his arm in the air in victory. The hooded man rolls outside from under the ring and slides in and helps Brandon to his feet and raises his arm to echoing boos and jeers. He takes off his hoody and sunglasses to reveal it’s none other than Jean-Louis Gagnon.

Jasper Phoenix: The North strike first! Ha ha ha! Wow! Brilliant play by the Canadian faction here. They outfoxed the agency this match!

Pierce Donovan: I’m going to be sick....

Reina de la Cruz: And your winner of this match by pinfall: Brandoooooon Rooooooberts!

Both men hug and Gagnon helps a limping Brandon to the back as the crowd angrily shouts at them for ruing a perfectly great match up to that point. They make their way to the back like scalded dogs.

Returning to the locker room area, we see the Irish Wolf, Conall O'Dargan, sitting on the bench in front of his locker, lacing up his boots. A unique stipulation is coming up soon, with him and Monstruo del Circo in a parking lot brawl. In the corner near him we see the smoothest 21st century French man himself, Pierre Poyser, although he has a big match tonight with title implications, he is laying back and trying to stay calm, chatting it up with the Irishman.

Pierre Poyser: I mean, I am just saying, the Irish and the French have more in common than you would think, non? A unique relationship with the Anglias, you have Guinness, and we have wine. It is-

Interrupting whatever conversation which is ongoing, we have Conall O’Dargan’s tag partner for tonight, Monstruo del Circo, coming in, all decked out for the match tonight with his signature paint. He gives Conall a good pat on the shoulder and looks towards his two friends.

Monstruo del Circo: Mis amigos, tonight is a big night. It is a big show. My French friend, you get to continue in the gold rush tournament and Conall, we’re going to make Blake Justice meet his end. La violencia is going to be exactly what we need. This match is just what I need to feel at home, but I need to know how you are feeling?

The hardcore clown once again pats Conall on the back and he looks up to his tag team partner tonight.

Conall O'Dargan: I’ll be honest, I can’t get my mind off of Hangman.

The Irishman shakes his head and slams his fist on the bench.

Conall O'Dargan: I have to get my hands on him! Him and all of Malice! If I find him before our match, I’ll pound the lad to a pulp and wear his blood as warpaint!

Holding his hand up, he tries to get his tag team partner to focus.

Monstruo del Circo: No, no. We have to worry about our match first. If not, then you’ll be a goner.

O’Dargan looks up.

Conall O'Dargan: Are you saying you wouldn’t trust me to get it done?

The death clown shakes his head.

Monstruo del Circo: Not what I mean. I mean there is a time and place for that. I’ll track down those guys with you if you want after we take care of Blake and Misandry tonight. I need you at one hundred por ciento for our match tonight, comprender?

Sighing, Connal O’Dargan shrugs his shoulders.

Conall O'Dargan: I suppose you have a point. I’ll be ready.

MDC pumps his fist and nods.

Monstruo del Circo: Excellante! Now that we have that sorted, how about you, Pierre? Where is your head at before your big break in the gold rush tournament?

The smooth Frenchman strokes his chin for a second and responds.

Pierre Poyser: Je ne sais pas. I do not know. I feel, how you say, feels conflicted about facing Mademoiselle Kandi. She helped me in the fight at Last Man Standing and now I have to face her? Quoi?

Conall O'Dargan: Don’t worry yourself about that. Remember, you need a clear head. A lot is riding on this match and I wouldn’t trust Kandi. She’s been tied up with Misandry and I wouldn’t trust her.

Pierre Poyser: Ah, I would not go that far.

The clown raises his hands.

Monstruo del Circo: I’m just saying there is reason to be skeptical. That relationship she has with Misandry feels a bit twisted. Like, fake even.

Conall O’Dargan adds.

Conall O'Dargan: And don’t you forget, Misandry is also the reason why I’m not in the Gold Rush match. Don’t let your guard down around them!

???: Excuse me, boys, am I interrupting something?

Entering through the door we see Pierre Poyser’s opponent for tonight, the Diamond Breaker herself, Killer Kandi. Already in her gear, she walks in the room and Conall gets up from his seat.

Conall O'Dargan: What are you doing here?

He stands in front of Kandi, his tall frame towering over the visitor. Kandi holds up her hands and tries to get the Irishman to back up.

Killer Kandi: Chill, chill. I’m not here to stir up trouble. I’m actually here to talk to my opponent tonight, Pierre…

She pauses before adding.

Killer Kandi: Alone.

Conall O'Dargan: What gives you the right to-

O’Dargan nearly lashes out at Kandi before Circo steps between them. He holds his tag team partner back and the two whisper briefly, before they turn around.

Monstruo del Circo: Okay, we got it, amiga. You can talk.

Then he pauses, adding.

Monstruo del Circo: But if you mess with our friend, then you’ll join your friend on our payback list. Let’s go.

With both men keeping one eye on the Diamond Breaker, they leave the room, closing the door and leaving the two opponents to talk.

Killer Kandi: Pierre, I know tensions are running a bit high right now, but I want to extend some sportsmanship.

Pierre Poyser: Are you sure?

Pierre gets up from his spot on the bench.

Pierre Poyser: Because there is a lot riding on this match and-

Killer Kandi: I know, trust me.

She sighs.

Killer Kandi: I don’t want any funny business tonight. This is a big chance at the title for both of us and I don’t want an asterisk next to the result. So let’s just leave it all out there.

She extends her hand towards Pierre. After a few moments, he hesitantly accepts.

Pierre Poyser: I will hold you to it. Well, if I will not, then those two will.

Turning around, Kandi looks over her shoulder and simply responds.

Killer Kandi: Don’t worry, I know.

Before she leaves the room to let Pierre prepare for the match. After a few moments…

The lights of the room turn off. A loud banging noise is heard in the background.

After a few moments, the lights finally turn back on and all we see…

Is the hat of Pierre Poyser.

Reina de la Cruz: Ladies and Gentlemen! The next event is a FLAG MATCH so get your cheers ready for the red white and blue! To win this contest, one must steal your flag from behind your opponent’s corner and plant in your own corner on top of the turnbuckle! Introducing first, representing the great country of Canada! He claims he could be Justin Trudeau’s bastard son! LE MAGNIFIQUE! JEAN-LOUIS GAAAAGNOOOOOOON!




Pierce Donovan: Well, the crowd is going to dislike that, he’s really not shy about how he’s feeling tonight, is he?

Jasper Phoenix: I mean he’s not wrong, this country is the pits!

Pierce Donovan: Your patriotism is dully noted...

Jasper Phoenix: Gonna put me on a list?

Pierce Donovan: Moving on...

The crowd boos and throws insults as Johnny walks through the curtain, Bobby Tremblay in tow. He does the Okada like pose while holding the Canadian flag behind him. Bobby taps him on the shoulder and walks to the back.

Pierce Donovan: Just a reminder that due to the nature of this match, Bobby Tremblay and Don Marshall of the Northern Touch are barred from ringside as to prevent the inevitable shenanigans that stem from them simply breathing the same air as each other.

Jasper Phoenix: How dare you besmirch Bobby Tremblay, esquire! He bought me this watch!

Johnny grins from ear to ear and soaks in the hate and he struts down the ramp with his nose high in the air. He jumps and front flips over the top rope and throws both his arms in the air as the camera dramatically zooms out. He tucks the flag behind his corner and stretches on the ropes.

Reina de la Cruz: And his opponent! Representing The United STATES OF AMERIIIICAAAAAAA! From Savanah, GA! He is THE UNDERDOG! SAWYEEEEEEEER! XAAAAVIEEEEER!




NO GLORY hits the speakers hard and heavy and Sawyer runs out the back onto the stage to a thundering pop, the crowd fully in his corner already. He fist pumps to them and walks over to high five a few fans down the ramp. He runs up to ring and jumps on the apron and taunts to the crowd as they all rise to their feet and scream. Handsprings into the ring, places his flag down as well, and goes to the middle of the ring and begins jumping in place in excitement.

DING DING DING

Jasper Phoenix: And we are underway here ladies and gentlemen! The great northern nation of Canada against the gutter dwelling American rats. Good luck!

Both men meet in the middle as Johnny flaps his gum, Sawyer retorting in spades. Johhny backs off and puts his hand out to shake it. The crowd boos. Sawyer goes to shake it but flips him off at the last moment. Lock up! Both men struggle to gain advantage. The move over to the ropes and Johnny’s back make contact with them. He raises his hands in the air and the referee separates them for the break. Gagnon takes advantage and throws a kick to the mid-section. Crowd boos.

Pierce Donovan: This crowd really hates this man tonight, my oh my!

Jasper Phoenix: Racism, really...

Pierce Donovan: I...nevermind...

Johhny follows up with a lock up and hammer throw to the ropes, lariat attempt but Sawyer runs under. Sawyer hits the second set of ropes and charges back on the counter, Johnny bunny hops right over his head. Sawyer hits the ropes for a third time and Johnny jumps again this time hooking the shoulders with his legs and flipping him inside out for a hurricanrana. Sawyer fully rotates and lands on his feet however! Johhny can’t believe and looks stunned. Both men face each other again without breaking the rhythm. Standing drop kick by Sawyer but Gagnon slaps his legs to the side midair. Flat back bump by Sawyer and Johnny gives chase! Quick sprawl by Sawyer who hooks behind the left knee and sweeps it, tripping Johnny to the floor!

Both men do a kip up as the crowd gasps. Sawyer wags his finger at Johnny while the Canadian shakes his head in frustration.

Pierce Donovan: What an opening salvo by these two young high flyers. Best not to blink!

Jasper Phoenix: Even I have to admit that was impressive speed by Sawyer Xavier.

Having seemingly lost the early speed contest, Johhny switches tactics and points to his chest and taunts Sawyer to hit him. He walks down the center for the ring and demands he chops him. Sawyer winds up and sears him with a knife edge chops that burns into his skin. Gagnon winces deeps and takes a short step back, then smiles knowing it's his time. He cranks his arm almost fully behind his back and releases it like a dagger through Sawyer’s heart. The resounding thud silences the raucous crowd for a few seconds. Sawyer clutches his chest in pain for a moment and bends over, but he’s not giving up that easily and stands back up as the crowd roars back.

Jasper Phoenix: Test of toughness here but still the young man is not giving up an inch, I’m impressed, I’ll say it.

Pierce Donovan: That’s our Sawyer! That never give up spirit is why the AMA crowd love to get behind this kid.

Roundhouse kick to the chest by Sawyer, who decides let’s up the ante! Superkick is the answer from Gagnon, but he no sells it. Uppercut by Sawyer! Forearm shiver by Johnny. Another uppercut by Sawyer! That one rocks Johnny. Third uppercut! Johnny is stunned now. Headlock followed by a hard hammer throw to the ropes by Sawyer. Gagnon decides to bail and simply uses the momentum to slide under the bottom rope. He shoves the air behind him in disgust and puts his arms on his thighs to catch his breath. He manages two singular breaths, however, as Sawyer barrels towards to ropes and takes flight through them with suicide dive, hitting Johhny square in the chest as he turns around at the last moment. The impact sends both men back into the barricade with Gagnon taking the brunt of the damage.

Pierce Donovan: TOPE SUICIDA! He got ALL of it!

Jasper Phoenix: Team Canada are in real trouble here...Come on man, get up!

Sawyer stands on his feet and pumps the crowd up. Gagnon slowly regains himself and gets to his feet as well. Johhny takes a wild swing but Sawyer ducks under and lifts him up onto his right shoulder. He moves towards the ring to but Gagnon twists and squirms, manages to lands behind him on his feet, and pushes Sawyer hard in the back face first into the turnbuckle. Sawyer falls to the ground clutching his face as Jean-Louis rests using the apron as a crutch.

Jasper Phoenix: Great ring awareness there by Le Magnifique. Good damage to the face.

Pierce Donovan: And on top of that it slows down the match to a more palatable speed for Jean-Louis. Crafty maneuver.

The official yells but can do nothing as Jean-Louis then walks over and puts the boots to the prone Sawyer Xavier. The crowd boos but he continues for several seconds then flips them off. He brings Sawyer to his feet and throws him towards the barricade. Sawyer flips forward from the force and hits the back of his head and back hard as he crashes and burns into the metal blockade. Throwing caution to the wind, Gagnon slaps himself in the face and takes off towards a crumpled Sawyer and leaps towards him with a flying knee to the chest. He hits him with such impact he himself flies over the barricade into the crowd. Security makes a path as they boo mercilessly, but ultimately, he slowly gets to his feet first and laughs like a complete psychopath.

Jasper Phoenix: That was a savage knee, what a madman!

Pierce Donovan: No regards for his opponents or his own safety at all. Classic Jean-Louis Gagnon I must say. Wow...

Methodically, he steps over the barricade and over Sawyer’s body towards the Canadian flag. He takes a few steps but Sawyer, still prone, grabs his ankle. Jean-Louis tries to shake him off but Sawyer just won’t let go. Johnny gets frustrated, whips around and pummels him with hammer fists. He brings him back to his feet grabbing him behind the hair, and yells an inch from Sawyer’s face. He grabs him below the belt and lifts him high looking for a Michinoku Driver...but Sawyer out of desperation uses the momentum to reverse and land on his feet behind him! He manages to use the rest of his strength to continue it into a lift and places Johhny on top of his shoulder...and slams himself and his opponent hard onto the floor with an EMERALD FLOWSION! Both men are knocked out for a moment.

HOLY SHIT
HOLY SHIT
HOLY SHIT

Pierce Donovan: Did you see that Emerald Flowsion on the floor! Gagnon has to be out here, what a davasting counter move.

Pierce Donovan: I’m speechless.

Sawyer gets to his feet gingerly and puts up his arms in an X taunting the crowd as the continue to cheer and chant. He walks over to his corner and manages to grab the American flag, he holds it up for more crowd pops. A messed up Jean-Louis Gagnon grabs the railing in an attempt to hold himself back up. Back to a vertical base he throws himself bellow the bottom rope into the ring to cut off his opponent. Johnny can’t stand up so he kneels and holds out praying hands, begging Sawyer not to go plant the flag. Sawyer tries to get around him but Gagnon wraps his arms around his waist. Sawyer tries to pry him off and the crafty Canuck uses the opportunity to uppercut him in the ball sack. Crowd boos as Sawyer falls to the ground and drops the flag.

Pierce Donovan: I guess the official has just given up and is just going to call the flag being pinned. Alright then...nasty move.

Jasper Phoenix: There is rules in love and war, and this is a war you better believe it!

Back on his feet, Jean-Louis grabs the American flag, wipes it between his groin and butt cheeks, and throws it out for the ring. The crowd is irate and drowns the arena in its anger. Fishhook in the mouth of Sawyer as Jean-Louis drags him back to his feet and takes his back. Lowers his head between his armpit and slams him to the mat with an inverted DDT. He adds a few stomps for good measure. Gets to the corner turnbuckle and climbs it, flips off the crowd and hits the CORK SCREW YOU corkscrew swanton bomb square in the middle of Sawyer’s chest. Sawyer’s grabs his mid-side and crumples to his side in agony.

Jasper Phoenix: SCREW YOU indeed! That’s gotta be it!

Pierce Donovan: I think you might be right...damn...

A beat up Jean-Louis Gagnon incites the crowd to boo him some boo and relishes it as he goes to his corner and pulls out the Canadian flag. He waves it in the air dramatically as the crowd jeers mercilessly. He wastes some time climbing on his own turnbuckles and waving the flag while shouting insults at the crowd. He stomps towards Sawyer’s corner but this time it’s the kid from Georgia that grabs his opponents ankle. Gagnon is pissed and stomps him with the other foot quite a few times. He brings him back to a vertical base, points at the flag, and puts Sawyer’s head between his legs. He crosses his arms and attempts to use the flag to lock him in place. He goes to lift him looking to him with the Bitch’s Brew.

Jasper Phoenix: Bitch’s Brew! Here it is! He hits this and it’s good night for good!

Pierce Donovan: hold on!

Sawyer wiggles his feet during the lift attempt and manages to get Gagnon off balance. Reversal, big back drop by Sawyer! Jean-Louis slams to the mat. Crowd cheers as Sawyer taunts the Canadian to get his ass up. Gagnon sees red and charges in for a lariat. Matrix dive into a kip up by Sawyer! Knife Edge chop! Pele Kick to the head of Gagnon! Le Magnifique is rocked hard and bent over forward and Sawyer takes advantage and drop kicks him in the side of the head. Gagnon goes down and grabs his face, Sawyer runs up and steps up on the top rope, 180 hop, springboard moonsault to perfection destroys the chest cavity of the brash canuck! Sawyer pumps the crowd and signals it’s over and Gagnon hangs on to the bottom rope, exhausted.

Pierce Donovan: THAT MOONSAULT! Sawyer’s got this! He’s going to do it! He’s going to do it!

The rock and roll sound of an electric guitar suddenly interrupts as Brandon Roberts walks down the ramp with authority, steel chair in hand. The crowd boos as Sawyer looks on in a mix of confusion and rage. He walks over to the ramp side ropes and yells and Brandon to get bring it on. Jean-Louis manages to get back to his feet and throws himself at Sawyer, clubbing him in the back. They tussle and lock up and Brandon continues down the ramp and approaches the side of the ring.

Pierce Donovan: What the hell is this jackass doing here, supposed to be barred from ringside!

Jasper Phoenix: THE NORTHERN TOUCH is barred from ringside! Bobby Tremblay and Don Marshall. Brandon Roberts is still a free agent, this is absolutely genius!

Knee to the body by Jean-Louis, hammerthrows Sawyer towards the opposing ropes. Reversal as Sawyer plants his feet and sends Gagnon to the ropes instead. Brandon Roberts gets up on the apron. Gagnon hits the ropes and charges back and goes for a lariat. Sawyer side steps and pushes him towards the ropes and Brandon Roberts chair. Gagnon manages to stop and put his arms up as a confused Brandon barely stops in time in swinging it at the fellow Canadian’s face. But Sawyer isn’t done and jumps high in the air and extends his legs and feet hard into the back of Le Magnifique with a picture perfect dropkick, sending him face first into the chair. The chair falls into the ring on top of Jean-Louis who screams in pain. Brandon falls to the outisde on his feet and looks around confused some more. Sawyer hits the back ropes, run climbs onto the top turnbuckle and jumps off, flipping forward for a swanton atomico right in Brandon’s face, landing on his feet himself, knocking Robert’s out of action.

Jasper Phoenix: Oh no no no no! What the hell are you doing Brandon!

Pierce Donovan: Some karma for the Canadians here! I love it! Come on Sawyer!

He slides back into the ring and grabs the chair, and raises it in the air to the roaring crowd! Jean-Louis is on his feet but completely out of it and has no idea where he is. He gives his back to Sawyer and the young man takes off, chair in hand! He leaps high into the air, grabbing the back of Gagnon’s head between his thigh and the chair and drops him down face first into the mat for the Xcution (Rough Ryder). Gagnon is KO’d.

Pierce Donovan: XCUTION! GOOD! NIGHT! CANADA!

Jasper Phoenix: Dammit...

Sawyer triumphantly rolls the outside, grabs the American flag, gets back into the ring and easily places it onto its opponent’s turnbuckle flag holder, winning the match. He fist pumps and makes the X to the crowd as they roar chanting:

USA
USA
USA

Pierce Donovan: Team USA wins! Sawyer has done it, he’s overcome all the odds in this match and showed why America is the best!

Jasper Phoenix: *grumbles inaudibly* Stupid Brandon.

He points down to Brandon Roberts and says he’s next. He roars to the production team to throw him a microphone. He grabs the mic and starts right away:

Sawyer Xavier: Brandon! You know what I want next, and you have to oblige! At Manifest Destiny, it’s me and you... and you can bring your friend the chair, Don's favorite the table and our good buddy' Johnny's tool of the trade the ladder! That's right... I want you in... FULL METAL MAYHEM!

The crowd goes batshit!

Brandon licks his wounds and shakes his head no in terror, and tries to lean on Gagnon. Gagnon pushes him off in disgust and yells at him as they go up the ramp, clearly blaming him for the loss.

Returning to the AMA locker rooms, we see the powerhouse, Misandry. In her gear, she stretches before her street fight comes up. She flips her hair back before taking a sip of water and someone enters her locker room. Entering another person’s locker room again, we see Miandry’s ally, Killer Kandi. She runs up Misandry and is straight to the point.

Killer Kandi: Misandry, look, I need to talk to you. Before you get any ideas, I just need you to keep your nose out of my business this week. Please, I need this match to go as intended.

Misandry looks at Kandi and puts her hand on her shoulder.

Misandry: Easy, Kandi. You don’t have to worry. I didn’t do anything at Road to the Gold, and I won’t do anything I haven’t already done-

The word choice used by Misandry raises concern to Kandi.

Killer Kandi: “You haven’t done already-” what the hell do you mean by that?!

Defending herself, Misandry adds.

Misandry: It means I won’t do anything.

Once again, she stresses.

Killer Kandi: But what have you done, Misandry? Because last time I checked, you were too busy being chased by a psycho clown in Charlotte.

Looking at her partner, Misandry repeats her point one more time.

Misandry: Kandi you can relax. I won’t do nothin’. In fact, you won’t catch me leaving my locker room during your match. It will just be you in the match. Are you happy now?

Pacing back and forth a moment, Killer Kandi takes a deep breath to calm herself and puts her hands to the side.

Killer Kandi: I’m over it. Okay, I’m over it. But you have to watch your own back out there tonight because I won’t be backing you up in that parking lot brawl, either.

Misandry: Well, it’s a tag team match, so it won’t be needed-

Turning to Misandry, Kandi cuts her off.

Killer Kandi: Are you sure about that? Because I have no clue why, why on God’s green Earth would you trust that sociopath, Blake? Or Malice for that matter. Whatever creepy arrangement you have with them.

Trying to reassure Kandi, she reaffirms.

Misandry: It’s one match tonight. We both need to worry about Conall and del Circo.

Killer Kandi: Really?

Killer Kandi shows a bit of sass and frustration.

Killer Kandi: Because your “Killer Instinct,” ran away to leave you once already. What makes you think that he won’t do it again tonight, huh? Remember that. See you.

Turning around to leave, we can hear Kandi mutter to herself.

Killer Kandi: And that’s why I don’t need my “instinct…”

Killer Kandi leaves the room as Misandry looks on, trying to digest what Kandi said as the scene fades away.

We cut back to the Touch after Johnny lost his match due to Brandon's screw up.

Johhny, holding his head.

Jean-Louis Gagnon: Dude what the actual fuck was that Brandon? No one asked for your help, dumbass!

Brandon Roberts: I was just trying to pay you back Jonnny!

Don, looming over everyone suddenly.

Don Marshall: You're a damn eyesore. And I don't remember inviting you into this locker room kid! Even if you did win YOUR match. Always one step forward, two steps back with you!

Don punches the wall right beside Brandon's face, cracking it. The room falls silent.

Bobby Tremblay: What Don is saying, Brandon, is that we had everything under control. You did the job we wanted you to do in beating McMichaels. Your services are no longer required in the ring tonight.

Brandon Roberts: But...

Don Marshall: No buts, shit for brains. Now get the fuck out of our locker room. Until you learn to follow orders, sit your ass outside the door and wait.

Brandon puts his head down and leaves, dejected.

Don Marshall: What a moron!

Bobby Tremblay: You need to relax tonight, Jesus...




The sound of Porcelain Black’s “Swallow My Bullet” plays over the sound system and after a few seconds of the song playing, Killer Kandi steps out on stage. The crowd gives Kandi a warm reception as she stands on stage posing a bit before walking down to the ring.

Reina de la Cruz: The following contest is set for one fall! Introducing first, from Memphis, TN and weighing in at 125 lb…”The Diamond Breaker”...Killer Kandi!

Kandi gets up on the apron looking menacing.

Pierce Donovan: Killer Kandi ready for action tonight and looking for another possible win after being successful at Road to the Gold over Maxwell Marque!

Kandi enters the ring and removes her jacket in her corner at ringside.

Jasper Phoenix: “Possible win?” Are you kidding Pierce? Have you seen the guy she’s facing tonight?

Pierce Donovan: I wouldn’t underestimate him, Jasper, I mean he did earn a victory over Steve Sanders at Road to the Gold.

Jasper Phoenix: A win over Steve Sanders is nothing to brag about though, let’s be honest now, Sanders is a chump! Kandi is on another level of talent!




“Let’s Get It On” by Marvin Gaye begins to play and as the song continues to play there seems to be no sign of Pierre “Petti” Poyser.

Jasper Phoenix: Where is this guy?!

Pierce Donovan: Maybe he got cold feet?

The music continues to play and still no Pierre, while Kandi is in the ring and growing more irritated by the minute as she angrily paces around. The music eventually comes to a stop after it’s evident that there is no Pierre coming out as the referee begins a 10 count.

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Reina de la Cruz: The winner of this match as a result of a count out, Killer Kandi!

Kandi is not pleased to win this way as she kicks the bottom rope in frustration and angrily leaves the ring.

Pierce Donovan: Well, that was certainly not the way that Kandi wanted to win, but regardless she is victorious tonight. You’ve got to wonder what happened to Pierre though?

Jasper Phoenix: Pierre living up to the standards of his french ancestors and he waved that white flag!

Pierce Donovan: I suspect foul play. This stinks of Malice and Misandry.

Jasper Phoenix: Never underestimate french cowardice. He fled in such a hurry he left his hat earlier!

Kandi takes her leave as the crowd is unsure of how to react.

Norman is getting ready in the hallway, stretching by himself. Shabazz Hamad approaches him.

Shabazz Hamad: Mr. Norman, I liked your work last show and how you took care of Sawyer Xavier. Since you seem to enjoy this kind of work, I’ve come to you with a proposition that I feel you will like.

Norman Namatjirai: Hm...And what is that, tiny man?

Shabazz Hamad: The Hamad Agency would very much like Shinzo Omega to be out of the picture in Daytona. Better yet, we would like him to be out of the picture, permanently. However, you do this is up to you, but we would very much appreciate the favor. And we always pay our debts in kind.

Hamad hands a large envelope filled with cash to the large Australian man. He grabs it casually and puts it away in his bag.

Norman Namatjirai: I don’t plan on losing, so this is easy money for me.

Shabazz Hamad: Just make sure he’s out for good once you're done. And who knows, this may lead to more fruitful opportunities for you.

Hamad smirks and pats him on the shoulder, walking away.

Norman sneers and shakes his head, and continues to the gorilla position.

The feed moves around in the back hallways of the arena. We catch Liberty with an ice pack on her neck as she spots Sean Classic sporting blue lens golf sunglasses and an AMA windbreaker.

Liberty Oliviera Lawson: What the bloody hell was that?

Before he can speak she continues to berate him.

Liberty Oliviera Lawson: Typical man. You get yours, but when it comes for me to get mine, you're nowhere to be found? Slumped over pretending to be asleep.

Sean tries to reassure her with a friendly hand on her shoulder.

Sean Classic: Calm down. I'm looking into what happened, but it appears to me we had a little snafu in house with some outside contractors. I'll fix it.

Liberty snickers at him as she slowly priors his fingers off her body.

Sean Classic: I told you I'd take care of you and I'm going to need you to trust me. By the end of the night, you'll have your title shot.

Liberty wags her finger in his face to warn him not to mess with her.

Liberty Oliviera Lawson: I better. I worked too hard cultivating these relationships to have my career flushed right down the toilet.

Sean gets on the phone as Liberty walks off into the hallway.




The opening to “End of Heartache” plays as the AMA fans in San Fran come unglued for the tortured, yet beloved, Shinzo Omega. Smoke builds in the entrance way as the lights flash and after a few moments, Omega makes his way out, with his usual intensity, standing at the top of the stage.

Reina de la Cruz: The following is a Gold Rush Tournament Quarterfinals Match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Somewhere in Canada, weighing in at 235 pounds, he is The End… Shinzo Omega!!!

As Shinzo Omega makes his way down the ramp, dead-focused on the tournament match at hand as the commentators discuss the match-up.

Pierce Donovan: Shinzo is lasered in Jasper, look at those eyes.

Jasper Phoenix: The End, like him or not, is a killer, there’s no doubt about that. This is going to be an interesting matchup.

Jumping onto the apron, Shinzo Omega wipes his feet and steps in the ring between the middle and top rope. Heading to the top turnbuckle, he puts his right hand in the devil horns and slashes his throat before punching up in the air with his left-hand, also matching the pose. He closes his eyes a second before looking forward with cutting glare. Jumping down, Shinzo’s music fades away and he leans in the corner, looking at the entrance-way where his large and deadly foe will come forward.

Jasper Phoenix: His opponent, is no ordinary man either Pierce. And he’s in this position for a reason. Watch this guy.




The traditional Australian Aboriginal music plays as, after a few moments, we see the imposing Norman Namatjira make his way out. Kneeling down on the stage, he looks as though he is in thought and prayer to his ancestors, the ones he fights for each time he steps into the ring. Kissing the ground, he jumps up in a warrior pose before making his way forward.

Reina de la Cruz: And his opponent, from the Land Down Under, weighing in tonight at 320 pounds, he is the Dharawal Warrior, Norman Namatjira!

As Namatjira heads down the ring, he looks forward to Shinzo Omega. With a chance to head on in the Gold Rush tournament, and potentially more of an incentive, he jumps up to the apron with an ease unfitting of someone his size and heads into the ring. Ignoring Omega for a moment, he heads to the turnbuckles and folds his arms as some pyro descends from the stage. His theme music fades away as he gets down from the turnbuckles and sheds his entrance attire.

Pierce Donovan: Norman Namatjira, ladies and gentlemen, is an absolute vicious animal with the size to back up a nasty attitude. He wants to hurt you. He wants to put you to sleep. And by God, I think he may even enjoy it!

Jasper Phoenix: And that’s why he’s been so successful in such a short AMA career Pierce, his take no prisoners attitude has paid dividends so far!

After both men get to their corners, the bell rings to signal the start of this quarter final match. Both Namatjira and Omega rush to the middle of the ring and while Shinzo attempts a kick to the leg of the Aboriginal Warrior, Norman catches the kick and pushes his smaller foe down! Grabbing his throat with both hands, he pushes Omega into the corner! Despite a count from the official, Norman chops Shinzo's chest multiple times then tosses him out of the corner!

Pierce Donovan: Norman already showing his size and strength advantage are going to play a factor tonight.

Shinzo gets up quickly after landing on his back, aching a bit, but has a lot left in the tank. Namatjira keeps his focus on his opponent, but he is met with a teep kick, catching him on the chin! Norman wavers and Omega follows through with a spinning heel kick to the gut. The hard kicks keep the big man off balance, but aren't knocking him down. Omega does one more teep kick to the chin and Namatjira gets to a knee. Wishing for one more strike to fell the big man, Shinzo runs off the ropes

And he flips inside out as he bounces off of Norman who shoulder blocks him! Norman rubs his chin, appearing to be barely affected by the expert strikes of “The End,” and he is more annoyed than anything.

Jasper Phoenix: Oh ho! Look at this big hoss! I love it, those puny kicks mean nothing to this brickhouse!

Pierce Donovan: I have to agree Jasper, Shinzo’s strikes thus far seem to have proved ineffective against the behemoth that is The Darwhal Warrior.

He grabs Shinzo by the wrist and sends him full force into the turnbuckles with an Irish whip and hits Shinzo a second time with a clothesline, pushing him back into the corner! The Dharawal Warrior stomps away at the chest of Shinzo Omega, not just trying to beat him in the match but putting him on the shelf. He is forced to break off from the official’s count, but he then sandwiches Omega in the corner with a splash! Shinzo Omega drops to a knee, holding on the ropes as the official checks on him.

Pierce Donovan: Officials are now ensuring that Shinzo can continue on...

Jasper Phoenix: um...Pierce? Look at his face!

Despite needing a moment or two to gasp for air… Shinzo Omega looks up… with a sick smirk. With all the torture he has felt in his life, this onslaught from a big man is nothing. Seeing Shinzo Omega’s reaction, Norman Namatjira is consumed with rage and hits him with an overhand right, trying to knock the smirk off his face! He elbows Omega in the corner multiple times before Irish whipping him across the ring to the opposite corner. He tries to crush him again, but this time Shinzo puts the boot up and catches him in the jaw! Needing a bigger move to fell the monster of a man, Omega gets to the top rope and jumps forward with a missile dropkick!

And yet it doesn’t knock down Norman! Shinzo quickly gets up and realizes he needs to do more. So he hits another vertical dropkick, pushing Norman into the ropes. He runs and hits a forearm strike, just desperately trying to force the big man down. Following through with a few more forearm strikes, Shinzo is now the one showing a bit of aggression and the fans are getting behind him. Increasingly frustrated, Namatjira pushes Omega down and runs forward, but Shinzo hits a low penalty kick to the shin of The Dharawal Warrior, and finally gets him on his knees!

Jasper Phoenix: He’s got him down! I can’t believe it!

Pierce Donovan: Listen to this crowd Jasper!

A clear target in sight, Shinzo Omega follows through with a Roundhouse to the head…

But Norman Namatjira catches the leg. Pulling Shinzo in closer he grabs him by the throat and picks him up and throws him down to the mat hard in an almost half-chokeslam and half-spinebuster move! He goes for the cover, feeling as though he has successfully flattened Shinzo like a big.

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The Canadian (we assume he is anyways) kicks out before a two count. Even with nearly crushing him twice, he still has a ways to go to put him away. Keeping him grounded, he wraps his hand around his shoulder for a claw which instantly goes magna! Norman knees him in the back as he tries to grind down Shinzo. After a few moments in the claw, Shinzo slowly gets to his feet and jacks him with a jawbreaker, but it doesn’t save him as Namatjira quickly catches him and holds him up in a vertical suplex. He keeps him held in the air for a few moments then drops him down with a thud! The exclamation point comes as Norman runs off the ropes and drives the elbow into a heart with an elbow drop! He doesn’t even need to hook the leg as he lies down on Shinzo’s chest for a pin.

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Not enough as, perhaps due to overconfidence, the failure to hook the leg gives Omega a chance to kick out. Shinzo shakes his head and grabs the striker by his hair, drawing a warning from the official. We can hear him mouth something along the lines of “Is that all?” before he slaps him in the head! Norman backs up and then nearly kicks the head off of Omega with a big boot! With Shinzo Omega lying on the mat, trying to recover, Norman raises his hand up to soak in some jeers from the fans.

Pierce Donovan: Norman is in full control and he is letting this crowd know it. They aren’t happy, Shinzo Omega is clearly their guy tonight, but he is in a world of hurt right now. I don’t think anyone expected such dominance over The End.

Jasper Phoenix: Well, I for one am not surprised, Shinzo has always been a bit of a blowhard. Norman is a quiet, respectable man of peace. Shinzo’s the one who doubted his toughness!

Rolling to his stomach, Shinzo Omega crawls towards the ropes to help him up, but Norman stomps behind him, pressing him throat first across the bottom rope! He is choking him! The official warns him and counts as Namatjira adds some forearms for good measure and finally he backs up. Coughing, Shinzo Omega has to pull himself up as Norman approaches him again. Not wanting The Dharawal Warrior to continue this onslaught, Shinzo grabs him by the head and knees him in the face with some Muay Thai style knees! Norman backs up before wrapping his arms around Omega and planting him in the mat with a belly-to-belly suplex! He lies down for another pin.

Pierce Donovan: Belly to belly suplex and he lands right on him. Picture perfect.

Donovan: I think I heard his ribs crunch from here

Pierce Donovan: Cover here!

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Norman winces a second before looking up in a rage. As he gets to his feet…

Shinzo Omega nails a roundhouse to the head! He finally has Norman Namatijra down on the mat and he pins him.

Pierce Donovan: Right between the eyes! This might be it!

Jasper Phoenix: No way...

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Norman powers out, pushing Shinzo up with force. Getting some of the cobwebs out of his head, the Dharawal Warrior slowly gets up via the corner and Shinzo Omega backs up, quickly nailing a running spinning back elbow! He doesn’t knock him down, but he quickly mounts the turnbuckles and hits him with 10 forearms, with the fans counting to each one! Norman stumbles forward and Omega backs up, hitting one final pump kick that pushes him back into the corner! Norman is to a knee. With the adrenaline wearing down a touch, Shinzo Omega holds his ribs as he backs up, ready to use everything he has to fell the monster, probably aiming for the End is Near flying knee. He charges…

But Norman comes out of the corner and catches him with a sidewalk slam, planting him! Shaking his head, the striking game of Shinzo Omega has finally started to catch up. Pulling Shinzo Omega up, he pulls him in a gut wrench and picks him up for a Canadian (or should we say Australian) backbreaker! He jumps down and continues to try to break Omega in half with a backbreaker submission now.

Pierce Donovan: Omega had him where he wanted but once again, Norman overpowers him with sheer toughness with a side order of brutality.

Jasper Phoenix: He’s going to snap him in half like a twig any moment now.

The official asks him if he gives, but Omega shakes his head, but with him being bent from the beefy shoulder of the powerhouse, his chances of winning are drastically going down. Can he make the Sacrifices to win? Reaching, he elbows Norman in the head once, and then a second and third time and slowly he slips out of the grip of the big man! Before he can even capitalize, Norman Namatjira grabs him by the throat with both hands and drives him into the mat with a sitout chokebomb! That’s got to be it. The referee makes the count.

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Pierce Donovan: He kicked out! The End is not here! Shinzo Omega is still in this match!

Jasper Phoenix: Unreal...

The Dharawal Warrior is inching closer and closer to victory, but Shinzo Omega, a man who continually fights for his own survival, is doing it once again in this match. Dragging Omega to his knees, he is ready to put the final nail in his championship hopes. A Giba Bomb is incoming as he holds him in a Powerbomb position. He picks him up, and perhaps due to some extra momentum, Shinzo is able to roll through and put him in a sunset flip and pin!

Pierce Donovan: Counter by Omega!

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A Kickout by the big man as he rolls backwards. Having a third wind, Shinzo Omega quickly knees Norman Namatjira in the face! He tries for a second, but Norman catches it and pushes him away. The Australian aims for his own boot, but Omega catches him and takes him to the mat with a Dragon Screw and quickly locks in a knee bar! He is taking out the vertical base of him, or if he can, get a submission win! He pulls back on the leg, trying to pop the previously injured knee! Norman lets out a yell as he is pulled down to the mat and has to crawl, biting his lip.

Pierce Donovan: That knee bar is in deep Jasper and right after a dragon screw. Pin point accuracy by Shinzo is paying off.

Jasper Phoenix: Cutting off the roots of a large tree is indeed a wise course of action Pierce!

Despite the referee asking him multiple times if he gives up, and the fans eager to see him tap out, he slowly crawls towards the ropes, dragging Shinzo behind him and finally grabs the bottom rope, forcing a break.

Pierce Donovan: But he’s got the ropes here and Shinzo has to release the hold.

Rolling to the apron, Shinzo catches his breath as the official checks on Norman. The Dharawal Warrior, well, warriors on as he pulls himself up by the ropes, trying to shake his leg to get feeling back in it. Seeing the space, Shinzo Omega grabs the ropes and is ready to springboard. Jumping through the air he does a phenomenal springboard elbow strike-

Which is broken up with a mid-air spear from Norman! The Wigun! It’s over! He pins Shinzo down to the mat.

Pierce Donovan: WINGUN! Devastating counter!

Jasper Phoenix: Say goodnight Shinzo, it’s done!

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Jasper Phoenix: WHAT!!!!!!!

Shinzo Omega gets his foot on the rope. The referee catches it in time and tells Norman Namatjira that the match continues. He yells in frustration and drags Shinzo in the corner, still having a slight limp on his leg. Hoisting Omega up, he places him on the turnbuckles… Oh no. Slowly getting up, it is clear what is coming next, a Superplex. He locks the head of Omega with a front facelock, but the striker stays in the match. Shinzo elbows Norman in the gut before clapping his hands around his head like a bell! Adding a couple elbow strikes and Norman finally falls down! Grabbing his ribs, Shinzo Omega mounts the top turnbuckle and waits. As Norman gets to his feet, Omega leaps through the air and drops him with a flying meteora!

Pierce Donovan: after barely getting out of the Wigun with a foot on the rope, what an insane come back from Shinzo. This man is posessed. He wants that title at all costs.

Jasper Phoenix: why won’t this fool just stay down!!!

After getting dropped hard for the first time in this match, Norman Namatjira decides to roll out of the ring to catch his breath. Keeping on his opponent, Shinzo Omega runs off the ropes and nails Norman in the head with a suicide diving dropkick! Omega grabs the second rope and keeps himself in the ring so he can run a second time, this time diving with a forearm-lead suicide dive! Norman Namatjira gets driven hard into the steel barricade and Shinzo pushes him onto the apron. After a bit of struggle, Omega pushes Norman into the ring.

Pierce Donovan: Tussle on the outside and Omega’s got the upper hand. Action quickly going back into the ring now.

Sliding back in, Shinzo smells blood in the water. Backing up, he eyes up the warrior and charges forward, driving his knee into the head full force! End is Near! The End hits his signature knee strike! He collapses onto Namatjira for a pin, hooking the leg.

Jasper Phoenix: END IS NEAR!

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We can’t believe it, but Norman kicks out again after his head nearly got taken off. While some frustration sets in, Shinzo keeps his eyes on the price. Backing up he measures Norman Namatjira, resting his head on his foot. He slowly starts to lift him up, looking to give the Dharawal Warrior a Catastrophic end to the match. As Norman finally gets to a knee, Shinzo spins around for the spinning heel kick…

Pierce Donovan: What a tremendous show of character by Norman, powered out of the End is Near knee strike right in the middle of his skull.

Jasper Phoenix: Shinzo looking to end it for good, no pun intended. He’s winding up for the spinning back roundhouse that’s put everyone out so far...If he hits this, he’s done.

But the arm of Norman Namatjira blocks it! He quickly grabs the waist of Omega and sends him overhead with a German Suplex, this time dropping Shinzo properly!

Pierce Donovan: Well scouted by Norman and another huge slam to the mat. This guy in unreal!

Sitting on the mat, Norman rubs his chin and anger begins to build. Shinzo won’t stay down. With Shinzo Omega on his hands and knees, Norman heads over and once again grabs him by the waist and hits a second release German Suplex, dropping Shinzo on his head a second time! He is mauling him. Not done, he grabs him and… a third time in a row, hits a German Suplex!

Jasper Phoenix: He seems to have boarded a train straight to the German Wrestling Acadamy, featuring a masterclass in Suplexes!

Shinzo lies down on the mat, weak. The crowd jeers as Norman Namatjira is manhandling him. A sick grin grows on the Dharawal Warrior’s face as he pulls Shinzo up off the mat again from behind. This time he gets closer to the corner and nails a fourth German, this time into the corner!

The referee has to wave Norman Namatjira off to check on Shinzo. His hair covered in sweat and his breathing becoming heavy, this match has taken a fair bit out of Shinzo. If he, by a miracle, wins this match, then how can he be at 100% in the rest of this tournament. But, knowing what it is like to be brought to his physical and mental limits, he pushes the referee away, wanting to continue to fight-

Jasper Phoenix: The hell with the referee he says! He he comes!

Then Norman Namatjira crushes him in the corner with a splash! The fans jeer as Shinzo Omega seems to be out of it. He scoops him on his shoulder and the fans know what he is aiming for, a Tombstone piledriver, his Uluru Driver. But… he doesn’t put him upside down yet. Instead… he glances at the turnbuckles and walks with his back towards it. He wants to do it off the top?!

Pierce Donovan: Don’t do this!

Jasper Phoenix: He wants to make sure Shinzo stays down this time, I like it! But he hasto hurry here.

Flexing before slowly stepping up the turnbuckles, the fans are either gasping or just outright booing him, this is going to be too much. The saving grace… He has taken too much time and Shinzo Omega slides off his shoulder and lands on the apron. Spinning around with his Catastrophe Heel Kick, he nails him in the back of the leg and he trips on the turnbuckle, landing crotch first!

Pierce Donovan: Down he goes! What a brilliant use of that move by Shinzo!

Jasper Phoenix: He’s not done, hold on!

Still spent for energy, Shinzo slowly heads up to the top rope to join his opponent. What is he planning now? Putting his head under his opponent’s arm, he uses all his remaining energy to slowly pick him up just enough…

TO HIT A TOP ROPE OLYMPIC SLAM! ENDLESS VORTEX OFF THE TOP ROPE! Both wrestlers bounce off the mat as the impact shakes the entire ring and Norman Namatjira’s momentum forces him to roll out of the ring! The crowd has become unglued as Shinzo Omega, who has been forced to rely on strikes and speed throughout this entire match, finally breaks out one big power move, but now Norman is out of the ring and Shinzo is too tired to grab him.

Pierce Donovan: What! THE! HELL! ENDLESS VORTEX off the top rope onto the floor on the outside! Did you hear that thud! Shinzo has lost his mind. Both men are out!

Jasper Phoenix: I can’t believe what I just saw....What power by Shinzo!

The referee begins his count.

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Shinzo Omega crawls towards the ropes and finally pulls himself up, leaning on the ropes to keep him up. He glances to the outside and sees Norman out and the count continuing…

Pierce Donovan: Shinzo is in the ring! Shinzo is in the ring! Can Norman make it back to his feet too though?

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Finally, Norman Namatjira grabs the bottom rope and he shakes as the official reaches…

Ten! Norman can’t beat the count!

Realizing he has won, Shinzo Omega comes down to a knee with relief. He’s moving on to the semi-finals.

Pierce Donovan: It’s over! Shinzo did it! He survived Norman!

The referee grabs his arm and raises is as Shinzo looks on proudly and clutches his mid-section with his left.

Before he can celebrate however he is hit from behind in the back of the neck by clubbing forearm, courtesy of Norman, who’s now back inside the ring. The crowd jeers and boos and he stomps him into the corner. He places Shinzo’s leg on top of the bottom rope. He climbs the turnbuckle and jumps down onto his exposed knee with a sitting splash. A loud crack resounds.

The camera switches to backstage where Sawyer is laid out, face down on the ground, a chair beside him. Buffalo Jones enters the scene and checks on him, attempting to investigate the situation. Out of nowhere a large hand grasps his injured shoulder. Norman is now backstage too! He cracks Jones in the face with a stiff right hand to his injured shoulder and proceeds to start choking him out in a sleeper hold. Once he is calmer, he releases his hold and throws Jones out of Gorilla onto the entrance ramp in front of the crowd. He stalks him and bring him back to his feet. He stares down the crowd as they boo as loud as they can. His face remains stoic, he puts Buffalo’s head between his legs, lifts him up, and powerbombs him off the stage into some stage equipment. He walks away as the crowd is irate, not even looking back once. Shinzo grabs his knee as he's checked by ringside officials.

We now cut to bowels of the Chase Center for the Parking Lot Brawl.

Surrounded by cars both teams stare down at each other. Blake is smiling widely as he looks straight in to Circo's direction. There is a clear line of attack for all involved.

Pierce Donovan: I don't think there is any questions about who is after who here.

Jasper Phoenix: You're telling me Pierce, Blake might as well be licking his damn chops.

Blake starts the initial rush and begins to charge full steam ahead in to Circo as both men brawl wildly delivering crushing blows. Neither man is getting the upper hand in what is a brutal back and forth. Whilst this is occurring, Conall and Misandry begin to deliver exchanging blows of their own.

Pierce Donovan: Listen to the sound of those blows, this is not going to be for the faint of heart folks.

Jasper Phoenix: They might not even be standing after this one Pierce.

Blake thrusts Circo in to one of the many cars spine first as Circo groans loudly and falls to his knees. Blake delivers a devastating knee strike to the face as a follow-up attack. For the time being, Circo is barely moving on the ground.

Jasper Phoenix: I think Circo is out, Pirece.

Pierce Donovan: Why isn't Blake trying to cover him?

Jasper Phoenix: He's enjoying this, he doesn't want to let Circo get off that easy.

Blake looks on towards Conall who is getting the upper hand on Misandry and begins to race towards the two of them. Blake delivers an elbow strike to the back of Conall's head as he groans and staggers. Misandry begins to get back to her bearings and the two of them begin to pound away at Conall who is completely defenceless for the time being.

Jasper Phoenix: This not good for Conall, they are beating the hell out of him.

Pierce Donovan: Circo needs to get back in this, Conall needs all the help he can get right now.

Conall falls to the ground as Misandry gets hit from behind and groans. Circo is back up and in to the match as he and Blake begin to brawl once again, only this time Circo gets the upper hand and leaves Blake reeling on the hood of a car.

Pierce Donovan: Circo has some nasty intentions for Blake.

Jasper Phoenix: He's got his sights set on one of those cars Pierce.

Circo helps Conall to his feet. Both men get ready to lift Blake in the air but Blake is trying to fight it as much as he can. He's digging his feet firmly in the ground. They are both peering back at the hood of the car with brutal intentions in mind.

They both continue to deliver pounding blows to the chest forcing Blake to expend more and more energy. Blake slumps forward from the beat down. Both men begin to lift Blake up.

As Blake is being held in mid air, Misandry suddenly charges in-between Circo and Conall. They lose their grip on Blake who narrowly avoids hitting his head on the front of the car from the fall. All four are staggered on the ground.

Jasper Phoenix: Blake was almost a dent in that car.

Pierce Donovan: That would have surely been the end of this one Jasper.

Blake is stumbling to his feet and has a wild animalistic smile on his face.

Jasper Phoenix: Blake was almost toast and he's smiling. I don't believe what I'm seeing.

Pierce Donovan: He's one sick individual.

They all rise and look at each other. The wounds from the match are already starting to show as Circo and Blake are already bloodied on their faces.

Pierce Donovan: Circo and Blake must have cut each other open during that wild brawl before.

Jasper Phoenix: We're not even close to the end of this one either Pierce.

Just like deja vu, once again the paths are crossed for Circo and Blake. Like the start of the match they charge at each other again. Conall and Misandry do the same. Circo gets the upper hand and delivers a brutal german suplex on to the concrete.

Pierce Donovan: A german suplex on to the concrete!

Jasper Phoenix: Blake might not be getting up from this one Pierce!

Circo quickly goes for the pin as the ref shuffles down to count.

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2...

Before the three count can be achieved Misandry quickly breaks up the pin as Conall is seen in the distance staggering and trying to hold himself up on the hood of a car.

Pierce Donovan: Misandry with the save!

Jasper Phoenix: Even the crowd was chanting 3, that's how close that was.

Blake is motionless on the ground as Circo turns his attention to Misandry. Circo races towards Misandry but gets caught by a headbutt full force. Misandry begins to bleed from the forehead due to the sheer weight that was put behind it.

Pierce Donovan: Misandry won't be able to see straight after that headbutt.

Jasper Phoenix: I'm not sure who felt the brunt of it more Pierce. They're both reeling.

Misandry begins to wipe the blood from her head and seems to be enjoying it. She makes her way towards Circo who is still recovering. Misandry begins to put Circo in position for a Gorilla Press Slam.

Jasper Phoenix: Oh no, Pierce. Tell me she's not thinking what I'm thinking.

Pierce Donovan: She's going to kill him with this Jasper!

Seconds before the move can be fully delivered Circo wriggles out of her grasp. Misandry quickly turns around with menace in her eyes but before she can do much else gets hit in the back of the head with an elbow strike. Conall is standing over her. Circo and Conall begin to deliver kicks to Misandry as she tries to protect herself on the ground. Circo motions for Conall to cover her as Blake is beginning to stagger to his feet.

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2...

Misandry kicks out!

Conall looks at the ref in disbelief who signals to him that it was two. Conall puts his hands on his head wondering what else they can do to put this team away. Circo is delivering kicks to Blake to keep him down as Conall brings Misandry to her feet. He signals for Circo to come and help him.

Pierce Donovan: I think they have something in mind for Misandry, Jasper.

Jasper Phoenix: This is not going to be pretty Pirece.

Conall and Circo grab a hold of Misandry and get in position to deliver a double suplex on to the concrete. Before they can get a tight grip, Blake rushes in low and delivers a low blow to Conall who drops down in agony. This causes Circo to lose grip on Misandry who drops to the ground momentarily.

Circo looks on at Blake with pure intensity and rage. Blake eyes light up like a wild animal. Before they can lock-up once again, Misandry hits Circo from the side with a devastating elbow. Blake seems annoyed at this.

Jasper Phoenix: It didn't seem like Blake appreciated the help there Pierce at all.

Pierce Donovan: He wanted to get his hands on Circo all to himself.

Suddenly Blake charges towards Misandry who is beating down on Circo. He grabs a hold of her arm and turns her around to face him. The two begin to have a heated confrontation as Conall and Circo try to regain their strength.

Blake Justice: I DIDN'T NEED YOUR HELP, I HAD HIM!

Pierce Donovan: Seems like there is a bit of friction between Misandry and Blake here Jasper.

Jasper Phoenix: We knew Blake wasn't the type for being a team player Pierce, it was just a matter of time before the cracks would show.

Blake slaps Misandry enraging her and this causes them to have a bit of a scuffle. Misandry is reeling as she stumbles to the ground. During the brief tension, Conall and Circo have risen to their feet and regained some strength. They take advantage of the situation and double team on Blake. At first he manages to fend them off with some punches, but the 2-on-1 proves to be too much to handle. Circo points towards Misandry on the ground.

Monstruo del Circo: GET HER! I got this bastard.

Circo lifts Blake up and edges closer to the hood of one of the many cars strewn around the parking lot. Without wasting any time, Circo drops Blake head first on to the car hood with a nasty landing.

Pierce Donovan: Circo has had enough of Blake tonight, he's trying to end this.

As Conall is keeping Misandry down and out of the fight, Circo pulls Blake's motionless body off the hood of the car and drops him to the ground. He motions for the ref to come over as he goes for the pin.

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2...

2.5...

Blake kicks out!

Pierce Donovan: I thought that was it! How the hell did Blake kick out?

Jasper Phoenix: Beats me Pierce, he's one tough son of a bitch.

Circo can't believe it. He stands up and grabs a hold of the ref's shirt in pure rage before composing himself and releasing his grasp. He looks back at Blake with pure disdain and lifts him back up to his feet. Suddenly loud hurried footsteps are head racing towards the parking lot.

IT'S MALICE!

Pierce Donovan: What the hell is this Jasper?

Jasper Phoenix: We knew this wasn't going to go without a hitch, they are heading straight for Conall!

Malice (Hangman, Axel and Grayson) quickly dispatch of Circo as they set their sights on Conall. They share a brief stare down as Conall tries to plan his next move. Conall quickly strikes Hangman, catching him off guard and momentarily holds off Axel and Grayson but it proves to be too much. Hangman rises back to his feet and the three of them begin to clobber away at Conall who is totally helpless.

Pierce Donovan: Oh for god sake, come on! Conall is defenceless, will the ref do something?

Jasper Phoenix: What's the ref supposed to do Pierce? There's no rules in a parking lot brawl.

Misandry and Blake rise to their feet. They both smile at the carnage as Malice is busy working away at Conall. Blake looks down at Circo on the ground who is trying to crawl over to help Conall and motions for Misandry to come and grab him. The two put their differences aside from earlier seemingly and work together to get Circo away from Conall.

Misandry gets Circo in a choke hold and Blake kneels down and looks at him.

Blake Justice: See your friend over there? He's getting the shit beat out of him.

Blake laughs and does a mocking fake cry.

Blake Justice: What's up, want to go help?

Misandry chuckles as Circo is beginning to fade away.

Pierce Donovan: God this is sick and twisted, he's loving this!

Jasper Phoenix: I think this might be the end of the road for Conall and Circo, Pierce.

Misandry loosens her grip on Circo and begins to pull him up, seemingly for the finish. She lifts him up and over seemingly ready to deliver a package piledriver.

Pierce Donovan: Oh god no, not this.

Jasper Phoenix: She's going to snap his damn neck!

Circo just manages to slip out before disaster, he kicks away at Misandry out of pure desperation. He manages to put away Misandry for the moment, enough to divert his attention towards Blake who is just stood silently observing all of this. Circo glares at Blake who just smiles and casually walks away.

Jasper Phoenix: What the hell is this? Blake is just walking away.

Pierce Donovan: He's leaving Misandry out to dry! That coward.

Jasper Phoenix: Bet you'd not say that to his face Pierce.

Blake peers over at Malice who have had their way with Conall and are just standing over him as he lay on the ground. He just chuckles to himself as he walks past without a care in the world.

Circo tries to compose himself and turns his attention towards Misandry again. He continues to work down Misandry and grabs a hold of her. He lifts her up and on to the windshield of a car. He picks her up, looks in her eyes and back down to the windshield. He has something in mind. Circo grabs a hold of her head in a tight grip. Circo delivers a crushing Gringo Cutter on Misandry to the windshield shattering it.

Pierce Donovan: Oh my god, will the ref check on her? She's not moving.

Circo grabs the legs of Misandry and pulls her to the ground. He goes down for the cover.

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2...

3...

Circo gets the pinfall!

Jasper Phoenix: That is all she wrote folks.

Pierce Donovan: A big win for Circo, but I can't imagine it's how he would have liked to see this match end.

The ref holds up Circo's hand, but he doesn't seem to be in the celebratory mood. He looks on at Malice who are peering at him daring him to give it his best shot. He has no choice but to leave Conall behind. As Circo walks away, Malice drags Conall off. The ref checks on Misandry who is starting to regain some brief signs of life.

Rush Hour has been speeding by, match by match, and after his successful win against Liberty Olivera Lawrenson earlier in the night, we see Brian Zewbowski trying to catch his breath in his locker room. Still in his gear, he leans back against his stall, drenched in sweat. He is one step closer to the AMA Grand Championship. Grabbing a water bottle, the master of the crucifix takes a sip when suddenly…

He hears a knock on his door. His ears perk as the knock resonates throughout the room. A sigh comes from his mouth as he wasn't exactly expecting company; although it could be Sarah or Aka coming to congratulate him.

Brian Zewbowski: Come on in!

Coming through the door we see a woman with a very formal violet dress and long gloves. We know who it is, Princess Nova of The Residence. Having changed out of her gear and slipped into something more formal, she has a purse on her shoulder and greets Brian Zewbowski with a lipstick covered grin. She gives a friendly wave to Zewbowski, but he doesn’t exchange the same courtesy.

Brian Zewbowski: And what exactly is your business with me?

Despite the mild hostility, Princess Nova giggles and introduces herself.

Princess Nova: Relax my friend, I mean no harm. I’m just here to introduce myself I-

She gives a small curtsy to him.

Princess Nova: Am Princess Nova Bassignani. I am here just to extend courtesies on behalf of my family, The Residence. It is our first official night in AMA and we thought that it would be right to make a good first impression. And…

The TORN Angel glances to the side, saying with disgust.

Princess Nova: Defeating a trio of fast-food mascots is far from enough.

Bringing her attention back to Brian, she grins.

Princess Nova: So, I thought it would be best to introduce ourselves and get a better understanding of the landscape.

Brian Zewbowski: A better understanding, eh? Why is it that I find it coincidental you come to me to seek that out. Surely no other reason, eh?

Keeping her cheerfulness, Nova responds.

Princess Nova: Well, you appear to be one of the better people to come to, already thick in the title hunt, experienced enough to have seen the world. I do not wish any hostility. That much is true.

Gracefully stepping away from Brian, Princess Nova closes her eyes and talks.

Princess Nova: Although I suppose there is one thing I was not completely truthful about. We have been taking a look at the landscape of AMA Wrestling. We still have much to learn, but and are almost… disgusted with the disorder of this place. Granted any new company can take time before settling into its structure, but it is frightening. AMA is already becoming shaken with chaos, a level of malice even. There has been very little rhyme or reason here. Eden has taught me one thing and that is purpose. I was lost without one before I found her, but everything and everyone has a purpose. Each person being born to touch the life of another. Even in something as simple as wrestling. Matches won and lost, companies being born and destroyed.

Curling her hair with her finger, Princess Nova adds.

Princess Nova: But there hasn’t been any of that in AMA yet. But that can’t be. Merely existing for the sake of it. That is where-

Princess Nova turns around.

Princess Nova: Is where you come in. We think that all this revolves around you. We do our research and you have quite the history. We see it on your body, the way you have walked. Chaos has surrounded you your entire career. Broken bones, injuries, the blood you have spilled. You have been put through unimaginable pain, and you have the scars to show for it. I firmly believe you could have stepped away when he stepped away, and yet, here you are.

She steps closer to Brian and looks up to him with a small smirk.

Princess Nova: Looking at you, right now, I believe that purpose lies deep inside of you. We have seen someone like you before, and he served his purpose. We think you will realize yours soon enough.

Brian smirks and closes his eyes, shrugging a little and shaking his head.

Brian Zewbowski: I've been told in the past we all walk our own paths in life. If you're talking about the Grand Championship though-

Princess Nova: Well, I am not referring to the Grand Championship. This is something larger than any championship.

Brian Zewbowski: There's always something bigger than the championship, my friend. You certainly seem more knowledgeable than you let on, that's for sure. Stick around and perhaps you'll learn more.

Brian smirks again and chuckles to himself as he speaks, clearly trying to hide what he himself also knows.

Princess Nova: See? I thought we would get along! Anyways... I suppose I have worn out my welcome.

Princess Nova does one more curtsy to Brian.

Princess Nova: I bid you an evening of rest and luck in your future matches for the Grand Championship. Oh, and before I go…

She reaches into her purse and pulls out… a grape lollipop. It is still in its wrapper and she places it on the bench near Brian.

Princess Nova: A small reward for being so good and dealing with all this pain and the pain to come. It was an honour meeting you, and I hope to meet Humanity soon enough…

Princess Nova lets out a cold chuckle, contrasting her usual whimsy, before showing a smirk and walking off.

Brian Zewbowski: Meet him at your own risk.

Brian just shakes his head and sits back down, exhausted as the camera zooms in on the lollipop as the scene fades away.

We abruptly cut back to ringside as Sanders pushes past Reina and grabs her microphone. He plants a chair down in the middle of the ring.

Steve Sanders: SEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN. We're ending this now. I don't care if you need to send you monkey Blade first. I'll fight him right here, right now if you'll square up with me when we're done. Let's go. The coward didn't even finish his planned match so he should be fresh. Send him out here to finish something he's started.

Sean Classic: What we're not going to do is hold up this show any further, if you want a fight. We can have a fight. I promised a lady I'd make up for an injustice and so that's what we're gonna do. Ring the bell.

Steve Sanders: What are you talking about? Bring out that coward, Blake. I got the shovel he smashed over my noggin so now is the time he fights me man to man, shovel to shovel. No one is burying me.

Then, Liberty slides into the ring, knocking Sanders off his feet. Sanders clutches the back of his head as he gets to his feet and sees Liberty.

Sean Classic: At Last Man Standing there was only supposed to be one man, or woman for that matter, standing. One winner. You and Liberty were not supposed to draw and while neither of you are in the tournament anymore so it really doesn't matter in the long run, but only one of you can hold the concession prize that guarantees you a title match in the future so right here, right now we're getting a single winner.

Misandry joins Pierce and Jasper on commentary.

Reina de la Cruz: Ladies and gentlemen, our next matchup for this evening is a Grand Championship future number one contenders match The match is scheduled for one fall to a finish, and the winner will compete in a championship match in the near future. First, hailing from Cincinnati, Ohio. Weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds. It’s “The Franchise” Steve Sanders!

Pierce Donovan: Sanders's in desperate need of a win tonight, but he's got one tough challenge ahead of him with this woman scorned.

Reina de la Cruz: And his opponent, she’s a succubus! A deviant! The Texas Terrooooor! Libertyyyyy Olivieraaaaa Lawrensoooooon!

Sanders and Liberty circle each other in the ring as the referee signals for the opening horn and the two continue circling each other with Sanders getting the early upper hand by catching Liberty in headlock, but Liberty shoves him off straight in to the ropes, but she gets caught with a hard shoulder tackle from Sanders.

Pierce Donovan: That's gotta be like getting hit by a freight train. Liberty is gonna need to contend with the size difference.

Misandry: Ooooh, I love getting hit by freight trains.

Pierce Donovan: I'll bet you do.

Jasper Phoenix: She IS a freight train, Pierce!

Sanders runs off the ropes in an attempt to hit a running leg drop on Lawrenson, but Liberty rolls out of the way in time and all Sanders hits is the mat as he holds the back of his leg. Sanders is on one knee now as Liberty hits him with couple of hard forearm smashes to the back, and follows with a running dropkick to the head. Sanders clutches his head as he winces in pain as Liberty rolls him over and makes the quick cover.

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Kickout!

Misandry: Look at Liberty go, she's just not giving Sanders a chance at this point.

Sanders quickly gets a shoulder up as Liberty gets him in a headlock of her own before connecting with a couple more forearm smashes to the back of Sanders's head, and then releases the headlock and lands a few knee strikes to the head before Sanders moves out of way causing Liberty to hit the mat knee first. Liberty clutches as she lies on the mat as Sanders circles around her with a series of stomps, he than runs off the ring ropes and drops a vicious leg across the throat of Liberty. Sanders makes the cover.

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Kickout!

Liberty gets the shoulder up now as Sanders picks Liberty up to her feet and whips her across the ropes, he catches Liberty off the rebound and hoists her up in the air by one foot dropping her hard down to the mat with a vicious flapjack. Liberty grabbing her chest as Sanders then makes yet another cover.

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Kickout!

Liberty again gets a shoulder up after two as Sanders picks her and places her in position for a powerbomb. At this time we see Sanders's bodyguard alongside a tall somewhat skinnier woman in a crop top tee shirt, shorts and fishnet stockings trailing behind him at the top of the entrance way watching the match.

Pierce Donovan: Wait a minute, that's Sanders's bodyguard right there, but... who the hell is the blonde?

Jasper Phoenix: It could be his muse he's always rambling on about, but Sanders's gotta keep his eye on the match if he's wants any chance of winning this.

Misandry: Don't worry boys, if you ask me I'd say Sanders's doing a good job of controlling this one. And every lady loves control.

Pierce Donovan: Sometimes Misandry, I wonder what goes on through that little head of yours.

Sanders grabs Liberty by the head and places her in a double arm clutch, looking towards the entrance ramp at his entourage.

Steve Sanders: My Divinity, you're here! This is for you!

Sanders takes one arm out to point at his Divinity. However, he pays for the distraction as Liberty uses all of her strength to counter the move by lifting Sanders over her with a northern lights suplex, and Sanders falls flat on his back. Liberty then mounts Sanders and delivers a series of Muay Thai Elbow Strikes to Sanders. Referee tells Liberty to ease up and counts to 4, Liberty than runs off the ring ropes and attempts to deliver an elbow drop, but Sanders moves out the way as Liberty holds her elbow in pain, Sanders than quickly recovers to his feet as Liberty is favoring her elbow. Sanders picks Liberty up in a scoop slam position and walks over to the turnbuckle, when he reaches the turnbuckle he drops Liberty face first off the turnbuckle. Liberty favors her face as Sanders runs off the ring ropes and hits Liberty with a picture perfect mug shot. Sanders makes a cover shortly afterwards.

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Kickout!

Pierce Donovan: And a kickout by Liberty.

Jasper Phoenix: Sanders's doing a good job of controlling things, but he can't let his Divinity distract him.

Pierce Donovan: I still have yet to wonder why the hell he's out here in the first place.

Misandry: Geez Pierce, you think too much don't you?

Sanders than rises up and measures Liberty to her feet as Liberty slowly recovers. When Liberty has made her way to her feet, Sanders scoops Liberty to attempt a running powerslam, but just as he runs Liberty slips out the back door and pushes Sanders from behind sending him toppling over the ropes to the outside. Somehow Sanders lands on his feet though, and grabs Liberty by her feet and tries to pull her outside, but Liberty kicks him off and Sanders goes flying back first against the barricade outside. Referee has begun a count as Liberty allows Sanders a chance to get back inside the ring. Sanders's entourage continue to watch on from the top of the entrance way as Sanders slowly recovers.

Jasper Phoenix: Well, that's a dumb move on the part of Liberty.

Pierce Donovan: Why do you say that Jasper?

Jasper Phoenix: Because he's allowing his opponent some time to recuperate.

Pierce Donovan: Oh will you stop! It's called good sportsmanship.

Misandry: This is wrestling though, you have to be relentless and if he gives her too much of a chance he could be making a mistake.

Eventually Sanders recovers and rolls back in the ring as Liberty charges at him with a short arm clothesline, but Sanders ducks and throws Liberty over his head with an exploder suplex!

Pierce Donovan: Wow look at the strength of Sanders!

Sanders makes another pin.

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Kickout!

Liberty kicks out yet again as the entourage continue to watch on from the top of the entrance way. Sanders than picks Liberty up in a front headlock clutch and puts his arm over top of his head in hopes of attempting the Dirty Deeds. Sanders hoists Liberty up in the air in a double arm vertical suplex position, but Liberty slumps herself down onto her feet and rolls Sanders up in a backslide pin using his own double arm lock against him.

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Kickout!

Sanders kicks out and back on his feet as he runs at Liberty, but gets caught with a vicious Thunder Palm Fist that echoes throughout the arena. Liberty signals for the end as she picks up Sanders and lifts him up in a double leg takedown position. The woman gets up on the apron to distract Liberty. Sanders uses his size to bring Liberty down into a double arm clutch and lifts her up, dropping her down hard with a brutal Paradigm Shift DDT. Sanders makes a cover of his own.

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Kickout!

Sanders than wants to end it as he looks towards his Divinity on the apron. He picks Liberty up and grips her right arm through his legs while gripping her left arm in an abdominal stretch position in attempts of the White Noise Celtic Cross, he than goes to hoist Liberty up over his head, but once he does so, Liberty slips out the backdoor and pushes Sanders into the blonde woman who puts her hands up as Sanders barely stops himself short of bumping her off the apron. The woman then slaps Sanders across the face turning him around in time to get punched down to the mat hard with a Superwoman Punch! His bodyguard climbs over the top rope to stare down Liberty as the woman grabs the referee. Sanders slowly gets to his feet and as the guard pushes Liberty out of the way before knocking Sanders head off with a thunderous big boot to the face! The woman let's the referee go as he tells her to leave and she simply puts her hands up and gets down. Liberty picks Sanders's lifeless body off the mat and hits her XXX-Factor finish before salaciously lying on top of him for the cover.

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3!!!

Reina de la Cruz: Here is your winner by way of pinfall, and receiving a future title match... Liberty Olivera Lawson!

Pierce Donovan: Liberty picks up a big win here tonight and moves herself up in the ranks.

Sean Classic enters the ring clapping with a smile ear to ear as wide as can be.

Sean Classic: Did you really think you had found your Vinland? That Divinity had lead you to your promised land? I promise you everything in your life is a lie. You never had her, you never had this job, everything you ever thought was yours, was in fact mine all along. And what isn't already, can and will be bought by me. Did you think I didn't know that you reached out to that gym? I own it. You fell right into my trap and don't get me started on your delusions of grandeur. You never were a messiah. The moment your delirious brain began speaking about a divine goddess talking to you to bring about your greatness, did it not occur to you to think this sounds too good to be true? Don't you think that blonde beauty looks vaguely familiar to you? But don't worry, you'll meet the angels soon enough when I bury you alive in Daytona Beach at Manifest Destiny. Here lies the life and career of Steve Sanders. He will not be missed.




The owner of AMA Wrestling makes his way to the top of the entrance ramp.

Oliver Thawne: This match will take place with my full authorization. This feud needs to end. It's been taking up way too much of my screen time and cost me dearly with my lawyers.

This announcement couldn't make Sean anymore giddy with joy.

Oliver Thawne: Don't smirk, because you may think you're gonna stack the deck against him, but we're going to level the playing field right now. At Manifest Destiny, Jake Wakefield with be the special enforce for the Buried Alive match.

Sean furiously shakes his head no in disgust.

We cut to a boiler room covered in red-tinted walls. It's dark and dingy. A figure is sat on some barrels with a shovel in hand and towel covering his head. Upon closer inspection, we can see that it is Blake Justice. He's holding his trusty shovel and showing wounds from the parking lot brawl. His face and clothes are bloodied, but he doesn't seem to care too much.

Pierce Donovan: Where the hell is Blake, Jasper?

Jasper Phoenix: He looks to be in a boiler room of sorts, I wonder what he has to say for himself after that performance.

Blake Justice: Serial killers don't work too well with others. They eventually need to carve their own path, strike on their own terms. That is what I did tonight.

Pierce Donovan: Serial killers, what the hell is he talking about Jasper? Blake has lost it.

Jasper Phoenix: I think Blake lost it a long time ago Pierce.

Blake Justice: People think I must do this for the money, oh no, that's just the bonus. It's time I cut off the arm of the benefactor holding the purse strings. Holding me back from my full potential. I need to be unleashed further. It's time to play by my own rules. My own match if you will.

Jasper Phoenix: His own match?

Pierce Donovan: I don't like the sound of this Jasper.

Blake Justice: Tell me Circo, have you ever met a man that dug himself out of his own grave until me, would you even have the balls to do the same? Are you prepared to go to that dark place with me? Prove yourself.

Blake looks around at the boiler room in admiration. He lightly taps the ground with his trusty shovel, deep in thought.

Blake Justice: If you think you're man enough then meet me in a boiler room just like this at Manifest Destiny. Just me and you in this boiler room, let's put an end to this once and for all. Let's have our very own Blake special boiler room brawl. Yeah, that sounds good.

Blake chuckles, he can hardly contain himself at the thought of getting Circo in a boiler room.

Pierce Donovan: A boiler room..brawl? He can't be serious Jasper.

Jasper Phoenix: Oh, he's serious alright Pierce.

Blake Justice: First man to incapacitate their opponent and leave the boiler room wins. Sounds pretty simple to me. No fancy rules, just a plain and simple brawl. Me and you. Anything is fair game in here,

...especially this..

Blake holds up his trusty shovel in the air.

Blake Justice: I can't wait to put your initials on here in your own blood.

Blake gets off the barrells and walks away, scraping the floor of the boiler room with the shovel as he leaves.

Pierce Donovan: Do you think Circo will accept Jasper?

Jasper Phoenix: To put his demons away once and for all? I think absolutely.

The camera is fixated on Monstruo del Circo who is angrily pacing and back and forth in the hallways, clearly on the look out for someone. His breathing becomes more erractic as he begins to yell out to himself.

Monstruo del Circo: Just wait until I get my hands on him, I'm not finished!

Pierce Donovan: There Circo is. I wonder what he will have to say in response to Blake.

Jasper Phoenix: It doesn't seem like he's aware of what Blake had to say yet Pierce.

Bryce Montgomery slowly approaches from the side, in two minds on if he should bother Circo in his current state.

Bryce Montgomery: Excuse me Circo, do you have any response to what Blake just said just now?

Circo looks on in confusion as he grabs Bryce by the shirt desperate for answers.

Monstruo del Circo: Where is he?! WHAT DID HE SAY?!

Bryce is visibly shaken but manages to calm down Circo.

Bryce Montgomery: H--he wants you in a boiler room brawl at Manifest Destiny.

Circo seems to perk up at the idea.

Monstruo del Circo: Tell that running coward, I ACCEPT! Oh, and this time he isn't going to chickenshit his way out of it. I'll make sure of it. I'll end this once and for all.

Pierce Donovan: At Manifest Destiny, only one man is walking out of that boiler room the same.

Jasper Phoenix: It's going to be hard to watch Pierce.

The feed goes back to the ring for the main event.

Reina de la Cruz: Ladies and Gentlemen this is your MAIN EVENT! The following contest is scheduled for NO FALLS! NO SUBMISSIONS! Contestants must make their opponent verbally tap out by ushering the phrase: I RESPECT YOU! To top it all off and add to the mayhem, this is a STRAP MATCH with no disqualifications! Introducing first, from Alberta, Canada! Accompanied to the ring by human snot rag
Bobby Tremblay and Brendon Roberts: DOOOOOON! MARRRRRRSHALLLLLLL!

Pierce Donovan: And this large Canuck is in a FOUL mood as of late Jasper, I’m not sure even a monster like Pariah wants anything to do with this right now...

Jasper Phoenix: Respect and order needs to be established and restored respectively Pierce, that’s the agreement Mr. Tremblay, esquire, and the pious Mr. Hamad have agreed to!

Pierce Donovan: Imagine it takes one devil to make a deal with another here in AMA...

Don Marshall walks out of gorilla in torn jeans and a stained white wifebeater and yells at the top of his lungs while flexing both his biceps inwards towards his gigantic chest. His wild long hair and beard stick out in the air and make him look like a venerable demon. He glances back and snarls at Brandon Roberts who timidly walks out to the right of Bobby Tremblay, obviously still cross with his failures during the earlier Jean-Louis Gagnon flag match.

He walks down to the ring as smoke ushers from the ground and pyro hits on his flanks as he performs the blowout smoke taunt. He walks to the ring with hate in his eyes and easily walks over the top rope and screams and taunts once again in the middle of the ring. Bobby Tremblay ushers Brandon to the timekeeper’s table and points at a chair and tells him to sit his ass down and to observe how it’s done. Bobby walks back to ringside to Don’s corner on the floor.

Pierce Donovan: The want to be general giving the marching orders. Looks like he’s going to keep an eye on him and Gagnon is staying away for this match.

Reina de la Cruz: And his opponent. Representing The Hamad Agency and accompanied to the ring by...

Shabazz Hamad: He is THE FEAR INCARNATE! All tremble before him! He is the one who calls himself PAAAARIAAAAAAAAAH!

Jpeg mafia’s chilling track swarms the speakers like a plague and out comes Pariah, slowly making his way to the center of the stage. He smiles as pyro goes off and points at Don Marshall and begins to yell expletives at him while casually walking down the ramp. Hamad rubs his hands together walking behind him, enjoying the show unfolding. Don simple stans in his corner and stabs Pariah with a dagger-like stare.

Once in the ring and the pleasantries are done with, the official ties a large leather strap to each men’s wrist as they both stand in the middle of the ring forehead to forehead. They both back off to their respective corner, the strap stretching out to its limit, and the bell rings.

Pierce Donovan: And here we go, our main event! This is going to be an absolute war!

Both men B-Line right for each other. They jaw jack for a moment until Don shoves Pariah back. Pariah doesn’t move very much and scoffs. Don slaps his own chest and tells Pariah to do better then. Pariah shoves Don this time. He also doesn’t move back very much. Both me then meet head to head again. Right hand by Don. Right hand receipt by Pariah. Neither men move an inch.

Jasper Phoenix: Going to take more than that to move either of these gargatuan lads to move much!

Pierce Donovan: They are already throwing full on power shots, impressive size by both these competitors.
Both men begin to unload as the crowd goes wild. Big uppercut by Don Marshall temporarily stuns Pariah. Don grabs the wrist and sends him off towards the corner for a hammer throw. Pariah overpowers him by simply planting his feet and grabbing the strap and quickly pulling it from under Don’s feet tripping him. Don is flat footed and falls on his face to a resounding thud. Before he can take a breath, Pariah rapidly folds the strap and whips in down in the crease of Marshall’s lower back.

WHACK!

Pierce Donovan: Oh my heavens did you hear that sound! That made my spine quiver!

Jasper Phoenix: Well get ready to quiver some more buttercup because this is just the appetizer round.

The crowd gasps audibly and mumbles as the first scar of the strap becomes visible through the white shirt of Mr. Marshall. In his corner, Shabazz Hamad is beaming with confidence. His counterpart, Bobby Tremblay, looks mortified.

Pierce Donovan: Bobby looks like he’s already worried for his man!

Pariah brings down the strap hard against his opponents back again and this time we hear a loud grunt along with a...

Jasper Phoenix: Here we go!

WHACK!

Pariah: You respect me now, boy?

Don Marshall: You hit like my sister!

Pierce Donovan: Don says no. Carry on then!

Pariah goes to bring the strap down a third time but like a cat Don Marshall springs to his feet and manages to grab Pariahs wrist with his left. He smiles and throat chops Pariah with his free right hand causing Pariah to loosen and drop his grip of the strap. Don at once goes to work and buzzes around with multiple heavy punches to the gut and face, easily overwhelming the chocking Pariah with his speed advantage.

Pierce Donovan: don the faster of the two and showing it here, for a such a large man he sure can move around the ring.

Jasper Phoenix: they say speed kills, and this dude I think may have a few bodies burried under his cabin if you know what I mean!

Pierce Donovan: That’s a bit slanderous for television Jasper.

Jasper Phoenix: Shut up and watch the match.

Pariah is backed into the corner and pinned there. Cross body chop by Don, followed up by a horizontal swipe of the strap to the chest.

WHACK!

Pariah winces and grabs his chest.

WHACK!

Pierce Donovan: Don’s turn now to use the strap and I have to say I already feel sick. This match is already a level of violence which I’m never really comfortable with.

Jasper Phoenix: Oh, please you’ll forget all about it when cashing your cheque, you panzy.

Don goes for a third but pie face by Pariah that sends a spun out Don to the floor. A small trickle of blood escapes from the fresh chest wound of Pariah, he touches it then licks it away with a devious grin. He marches towards Don Marshall and clubs him with a heavy forearm to the back of the head. Brings him to his feet and performs a scoop slam with ease, followed by an elbow drop. Finally, he wraps the strap around his throat and begins to choke him.

Jasper Phoenix: Creative use of the strap and it’s all legal! Deep choke here, he wants to end this early, Don would be wise to give up and escape with his windpipe intact!

Pariah: How bout now? You respect me now? Can you breathe? I can’t hear you!

Pierce Donovan: Somehow, I doubt it'll be that easy!

As Don grasps desperately for air, Bobby makes his move from his corner and looks to want to get in the ring. However, Shabazz Hamad stomps over to him and shakes his head from side to side and mentions they have a deal and to let them hash it out. Bobby is emotional but ultimately steps down and begins to yell at Brandon Roberts for no reason while the man is simply sitting observing the match quietly.

Pierce Donovan: Now look at this clown berating the new guy! He’s doing exactly as he’s told and he’s still chewing him out.

Jasper Phoenix: You were always picked last during recess, weren’t you?

Pierce Donovan: I don’t see how that is relevant at all!

Back in the ring Don is grabbing at his throat with one arm but frees up his left and begins to throw elbows backwards into Pariah’s mid-section. Pariah loosens the grip and Don manages to get one foot panted and one knee down to the mat. More elbows from Don and finally he drops back down for a jaw breaker, fully freeing him from the Pariah’s grip.

Jasper Phoenix: Great escape by Don!

Forearm to the face by Don but no sell by Pariah this time. Discus forearm for good measure by Don which causes Pariah to stumble backwards a few steps. Big yell by Don, he pulls the strap towards him violently and hits a huge lariat to the neck of Pariah who gets turned inside out and crashes onto the mat with authority. The crowd pops and cheers as Don rips his own wifebeater off in excitement and throws it out in the crowd, exposing large red waves across his back and speckles of blood splatter.

Pierce Donovan: Look at the damage just from only a few strikes of that strap! Wow!

Jasper Phoenix: That’s why we pay them the big bucks Pierce, something you would know nothing about so forget it!

Big stomps towards Pariah as Don marches. He wraps the strap around the shoulder and neck area and ties it close as he uses it to pick the large behemoth and slowly hoists him onto his right shoulder. Don takes off towards the corner and drops Pariah face first onto the top turnbuckle with an assisted snake eyes. Pariah hits hard and falls backwards to the mat like a freshly cut tree.

Pierce Donovan: Right on his head!

Jasper Phoenix: Brilliant use of the strap to leverage the larger man onto his shoulder! I love it!

Don pulls the strap towards him and pulls Pariah inch by inch towards him and finally gets full mount. He wraps the strap around his right knuckle and begins to rain down strikes to the forehead and face of The Fear Incarnate who struggles to block any of them.

Don Marshall: RESPECT! ME! RESPECT! ME!

Don screams at the top of his lungs while punching down into the monster’s visage. Hamad this time tries to go up on the apron but Bobby darts out and pulls him back to the floor. They get in each other’s face and begin to sling insults and each other while stomping their feet dramatically.

Pierce Donovan: Uh oh trouble in paradise again! I told you this union is way too volatile to last!

Jasper Phoenix: Simply a gentleman’s disagreement Pierce, enough with painting everything so negatively.

Don hears his boss and is distracted for just the right amount of time for Pariah to jab his thumb into his eye. Don yelps and tumbles off of Pariah clutching his right eye as Pariah grabs his face in agony. His nose is obviously broken and blood is gushing down below his nostrils. He lays on his side then on all fours and plugs one side of his nose to shoot out crimson liquid from the opposing nostril to the crowd’s disgust.

Pierce Donovan: Well that certainly won’t win you a popularity contest

Jasper Phoenix: This! ISNT! BALLET!

As Don continues to grab at his eye Pariah senses an advantage and lifts the strap up violently, causing to slam into the nether region of the large western Canadian. Don Marshall is in tremendous pain from both ends now and stumbles into the corner with a bloody Pariah stalking him.

Pierce Donovan: Good heavens...I’m speechless

Jasper Phoenix: One in the eye, one in the balls my nanny use to say!

Pierce Donovan: ….What?

Pariah takes off and hits a huge running corner splash to the back of Don who falls to his knees with his face resting on the second turnbuckle. Pariah licks his chops, slowly raises his right hand and brings it down with the strap.

Pierce Donovan: Oh no here it comes!

WHACK!

Don does a 180 and takes a wild swing but Pariah has it scouted and ducks under, wraps his arm around Don’s throat, lifts him off the ground and hits the PROTECT YA NECK uranage using his Don’s momentum against him and driving him to the canvas.

Jasper Phoenix: PROTEC YA NECK! OUT OF NOWHERE!

Pierce Donovan: I think this might be the beginning of the end for ol’ Don.

The crowd boos as Pariah raises both his arms in the air and admired his handy work. He trash talks the crowd and slowly walks over to Don slowly and grabs his head and lays down a couple of punches, brings him to his feet and hits a forceful lariat sending him right back down.

Jasper Phoenix: He says it’s over now!

Pariah signals he wants to end it. He drags Don’s carcass back in the corner and points to the top of the turnbuckle. He begins his slow ascend to the top. On the outside, Bobby and Hamad have gone their separate ways but now Bobby looks to be sneaking on the opposite side out of sigh from Shabazz. Pariah’s finally reaches the top turnbuckles and slaps his bloody chest and wipes his nose and begins to bounce on the ropes setting up the Life Sentence, the devastating banzai drop.

Pierce Donovan: Oh for heaven’s sake, someone get this man!

Bobby snakes on to the apron on the outside of the ropes and begins to put his finger in Pariah’s face. Pariah shoves him away. Bobby doubles down and tries again as the referee now begins to yell at him back as well. Hamad runs and positions himself under Bobby and pulls him back down to the floor and this time hits him with a slap. The crowd erupts in cheers.

Pierce Donovan: That’s right, for once I’m going to cheer for Hamad, because screw this guy!

Jasper Phoenix: Your cowardly bias and unprofessionalism never ceases to amaze me, Pierce!

Pariah laughs and begins to bounce again and is about to take off. Don gets up and the last moment and pulls the strap with all his might in the opposing corner’s direction causing Pariah to slip and take a bad fall, smashing his head once again on the turnbuckle before his heavy weight thunderously slams on the mat.

Jasper Phoenix: TIMBEEEEEEER! Nasty fall, another veteran use to the leather!

Pierce Donovan: And don’t forget Bobby gave him enough time to recover, the snake!

Almost in survival mode Pariah jumps back to his feet and charges a surprised Don Marshall who manages to sprawl and catch him mid run. He uses the momentum to left and spin him in the air and drives him down with a beautiful deep 6 sidewalk slam. Both men lay on the apron.

Pierce Donovan: Both men are exhausted and trying to recover. Whoever gets up first will have the advantage.

Jasper Phoenix: Both men expensing lots of their reserves this deep In the match. It’s indeed gut check time!

On the outside Bobby and Hamad and throwing hands and tumble near the metal gate. Shabazz hits a combination and a clothesline that sends both men over the railing and into the crowd.

Back in the ring, Don decides to slide out of the ring for more room to maneuver. He grabs the strap and uses his foot as leverage on the ring apron to pull and roll Pariah to outside who lands hard to the floor.

Pierce Donovan: Oh this can’t be good...

Jasper Phoenix: More mayhem!

Don however is still exhausted from the grueling pace and violence of the match. He resorts to once again taking the strap high into the air and laying it down on the back of a prone Pariah.

WHACK!

Pierce Donovan: And the strap stikes onces again!

Pariah arches his back up like a cat and yells in agony. But of course the sadistic Don is determined to continue the torture

WHACK!

WHACK!

WHACK!

Jasper Phoenix: Stop the match! My god stop the match!

Pierce Donovan: I can’t watch, my god. What kind of animal is Don Marshall!

Three massive slaps to the back as the crowd is almost quieted by sheer brutality of the western Canadian boy. He wraps the strap around the throat of Pariah and slowly brings him back to his feet, using a lot of energy. He hits a few more clubbing forearms to the back and decides to plant his feet and irish whip Pariah into the barricade. Pariah can’t counter and flies back first into it and crumbles to his ass in a seated position. Don falls to his knee, forgetting the strap length in his haste and has trouble getting back up.

Pierce Donovan: Slip up by Don here, he’s still in control but he’s losing some valuable time Pariah can use to recover.

Jasper Phoenix: He forgot about the strap in his haste, a bit of a rookie mistake there, unlike this guy to do so.

He finally does and lines Pariah back up in his sight. He does his patented smoke blow taunt and stomps his foot. He is ramping up for the Shit Kicker. He takes off and runs full speed ahead and thrusts his right foot high in the air and forward looking to take Pariah’s head clean off. Pariah, ever the veteran and in full desperation mode, simply decides to fall over to the left side onto the floor, causing Don to miss completely. He runs full speed and crotch and leg first into the barricade and falls over backwards in complete stupefied agony. Pariah laughs laying on the floor beside him.

Jasper Phoenix: I told you it was a rookie mistake!

Pierce Donovan: Pariah, ever so crafty, simply falls down out of the way and doesn’t exhaust any energy of his own. Don has crashed and burned ladies and gentlemen, he is in big, big trouble.

Pariah crawls on the ground to a crumpled grounded Don. He finally reaches him but neither man can even get up. Pariah with a right hand. Don with a left hand. Both me take seconds to throw big lumbering haymakers at each other. Neither man is quitting however.

Pierce Donovan: How are these guys still getting up????

As the crowd roars both men use the railing to get to their feet, all the meanwhile continuing to throw bombs at each other. They finally lock up and tumble across the arena floor wildly throwing punches and occasionally leaning on the railing and ring apron as the chaotic scene has lost all sense on control.

Pierce Donovan: It’s chaos! It’s hell on earth! What a slobber knocker! What a fight!

Jasper Phoenix: I’m in awe! Simply amazed!

Pariah manages to get the upper hand and nails Don with a low knee to the gut. He throws him back first into the timekeeper table as staff and others move aside to give them room. He uses the strap to slap him across the chest.

WHACK!

Pierce Donovan: What does Pariah have planned here...

He then places Don flat onto the table and step on it smiling ear to ear. He does a throat chop and jumps and leg drops Don and crashes them both through the table as debris explodes everywhere!

HOLY SHIT
HOLY SHIT
HOLY SHIT

Pierce Donovan: Holy expletive indeed! PAriah has decimated that table as well as Don Marshall!

Jasper Phoenix: Listen to this crowd! This is what I call a main event!

Crowd going nuts, both men laid out as Pariah grabs his leg and rear end and Don looks like he is sleeping. Referee comes down and assesses the damage and ensure both participants can still continue and concludes that they can.

Pierce Donovan: Referee says game on!

Pariah crawls towards the railing slowly uses it to get back to a vertical base. Don is still writhing in pain and not going anywhere. Pariah inches over and brings the boots to him for a few seconds. He grabs him by the beard and yells in his face

Pariah: DO YOU RESPECT ME NOW DON MARSHALL?

Don answer with a broken grin and spits in Pariah’s face.

The crowd gasps and boos.

Pierce Donovan: What disrespect!

Jasper Phoenix: Don Marshall respects NO ONE!

Pariah is unimpressed and rains down punches and busts Don’s forehead open. He licks his bloody fist and begins to bite down on the wound as Don screams. The referee tries to pull him off but Pariah simply bats him away. Pariah whips his head up in air, his own nose still gushing and now his mouth stained by Don’s blood and yells in delight.

Pariah: You will! You will!

Pierce Donovan: I’m worried where this going to go and how it will end. We best get paramedics on speed dial. This is a bloodbath.

Jasper Phoenix: I am in my element!

Pariah grabs him by the hair and beards and slams him back first into the railing. He then proceeds to taking each arm and sliding them in between individual rails, essentially trapping Don in a seated position. He takes the strap and gives him one more to the face this time for good measure

WHACK!

Pierce Donovan: Enough! Come now, he can’t take much more of this!

Jasper Phoenix: He’s pinned in that railing too. He’s going to take him out for good. Get your cameras ready!

Pariah steps back and points right to Don and signals he’s ending this for good, potentially looking for a running splash to a defenseless canuck. He rubs his feet on the floor like a bull and takes off at blistering speed. He reaches halfway and puts his head down and

SMASH!

Pierce Donovan: What the hell! What the hell! Who is that! What happened?

A steel chair comes flying from the blindside and hits Pariah right in the face. At the other end of that chair is none other than Brandon Roberts! He drives the chair into Pariah’s face again as the crowd erupts in boos. He takes out the ring from earlier in the evening and puts it on his hand and punches Pariah’s broken nose into the floor five times for good measure. He stands up and looks at the bloody ring, then at Pariah, then finally crack a giant mischievous smile.

Pierce Donovan: It’s Brandon Roberts! Where the hell are Bobby and Shabazz? Still fighting in the damn crowd? Where the hell did this bastard come from!

Jasper Phoenix: A homerun by the young Canadian phenom! Wow! Did you hear the sound of that chair?!!

He runs over to Don and frees his arms and points at Pariah. Don shoves him out of the way and we now see Brandon running up the ramp to the back. Don smell blood and stumbles over to Pariah who’s now wearing a full crimson mask. He lifts him up and leans him against turnbuckle post.

Pierce Donovan: And now he’s freeing Don Marshall, guess we know who’s side he’s still on don’t we?

The crowd hurls more boos. Don backs up, blowout smoke taunt and runs forward and thrusts his right foot into Pariahs face, crushing it between his sole and the ring post, annihilating him with the Shit Kicker. Pariah’s face bounces of the mat and he barely holds on with his arms to stop himself from falling over.

Jasper Phoenix: SHIT KICKAH! Gooooooodnight!

Don Marshall: Say it!

Pariah: Fuck you!

Pierce Donovan: Oh, Pariah please don’t, I’ve seen enough! This is getting sickenening!

Don knows he has to end it somehow and has a eureka moment. He walks over to Pariah and punches him a few times and holds him up. He takes the strap and wraps Pariahs head, his face against the ring post, around the corner and tightens it. He pulls the strap and locks it in a way that Pariah’s right shoulder and face are tied to the ring post and can’t break free. He takes the loose end of the strap, pulls it tight and places it under his own armpit. He then places his long leg and boot on the opposite side of the post and lays down on top of the apron, squeezing the strap and pulling Pariah’s busted face deep into the ring post.

Pierce Donovan: OH MY GOD STOP! STOP! YOU’RE GOING TO END THIS MAN’S CAREER! STOP!

The crowd gasps as Pariah’s screams and grunts, he tries to gator roll but he is really and truly screwed. Don asks him one more time, as he pulls with all his strength. The ring mic picks up a deafening sound of Pariah’s bones crunching as a faint blood curdling whispers echoes through the arena

Pariah: I...RES...PECT....YOU...DON....

The bell rings.

Reina de la Cruz: The winner of this match, Don Marshall!

Don let’s go and Pariah’s passes out and falls to the floor. A bloody and exhausted Don Marshall lets out a primal scream and leans on the apron to get to his feet and raises his hand in the air. To the side, Bobby Tremblay and Shabazz Hamad have separated by security. The continue to verbally joust.

Shabazz Hamad: We had a deal you traitor! You said no other members would interfere! This wasn’t the plan you lying sack of crap!

Bobby Tremblay: I told that kid to sit his ass down and watch you slandering mark! You’re trying to set me up aren’t you! Another one of you hostile take overs! The Touch isn’t for sale, and I’ll sue your ass back to prison you damn conman!

Shabazz Hamad: I will end you Bobby Tremblay, mark my words I will end you!

The camera goes back inside the arena where Brandon Roberts is running out of the garage at full speed. The camera tries to keep up as he makes his way out of the garage to the parking lot where along stretched limo rips into the lot. The door whips open and we see none other than Sean Cutter Jr, a proud look on his face. Brandon looks behind him and jumps in and slams the door shut. The limo squeals its tires and blasts out of view.

Pierce Donovan: Sean Cuttler Jr? Did you see that? What in tarnation going on around these parts? Who’s paying who here?

Jasper Phoenix: Tune in next time and we’ll have more information as it rolls in!​

 

[Comrade Khan]

First! Reading now

 

[Alexa]

Overall, solid showing. Everything had a nice flow to it like segments, matches, so forth, and it all flowed together well. I also like how this just wasn't one long piece of text, since that fucks with my eyes, and how stories from the previous show have been carried over. And honestly, everyone who helped out, minus Jeff because he is my mortal enemy, deserves appreciation as well so props to them. So yeah, overall solid show and everyone did a great job.

 

[Lethal]

Sweet mother fucking fuck. Amazing. I'll give a proper read through and thoughts tomorrow but hot damn. Worth the wait. Just felt it missed a little, um, wolf action.

 

[Comrade Khan]

Overall, solid showing. Everything had a nice flow to it like segments, matches, so forth, and it all flowed together well. I also like how this just wasn't one long piece of text, since that fucks with my eyes, and how stories from the previous show have been carried over. And honestly, everyone who helped out, minus Jeff because he is my mortal enemy, deserves appreciation as well so props to them. So yeah, overall solid show and everyone did a great job.

I will burn your modem down

 

[CakeWalker]

Rush Hour - San Francisco | Review Part 1​

• I like the cold opening with Shinzo. As a character he is very direct and right to the point and very much is someone that lives by his history to motivate him as he steps into the future.​
• Belly Boy, Burgerman and the Redneck all on one team - this seems like something straight out Chikara it's pretty whack-a-doodle, but I am not going to lie I would love to see a storyline develop especially between Belly and the Burger.​
• On the other hand I think there is something really cool about the ‘Residence’ . I am always a fan of established threesomes and I like their edginess that they seem to convey at least to me.​
• Match One: The match was a fairly good read - although, honestly considering who the Residence were up against being the clear jobber team, I wouldn’t have minded if the match wasn’t a little bit shorter. That is just my take though, as I know some people prefer reading longer matches week in and week out. The best parts of the match though involved the Belly Boy and his belly as those were the parts that really stood out for me.​
• The slight tension that Christopher McMichaels has with Hamad and Maverick adds a nice bit of spice to the overall workings of the Hamad Agency.​
• Buffalo Jones and his no nonsense approach continues to make him one of my favourites characters in the AMA.​
• Match Two: I was not expecting an instant submission by Daniel Christian! Although - this mechanic is a really great way to put over the debutant as a legitimate threat. I have instantly become interested in DC.​
• Tetsuo Ishii being tasked to steal Liberty’s title shot? As Liberty’s handler I am immediately concerned, but as a reader I like what feels like a mafia/yakuza style blackmail situation that creates a whole new element to this story world.​
• Make Three: Maverick vs. Jones - this is a match that I want to see where it goes. The match was a good back and forth read with it not being clear who was going to win, but also being of a good and readable length without feeling like I was getting bogged down. To the point with no need for an additional five minutes of fighting, Maverick getting the win on his own merit is also good for his character’s development. ​
• Northern Lights - okay time for a bit of light hearted fun. Don Marshall is just such a hilarious character, I also think he has potential to actual later down the line become the most unique babyface, especially considering all the bullshit that Tremblay is clearly plotting.​

 

[Alexa]

I will burn your modem down

As long as you buy me a new one, feel free to do so. You know, I will give you props so good job on the Shinzo segment and any other part you helped out on...I just have to keep our rivalry going.

 

[Comrade Khan]

I am always a fan of established threesome

 

[Comrade Khan]

opener: exactly what I had envisioned. awesome.

match 1: good fun opener. il ltoot my own horn and say the commentary still popped me
I'd be wasted too if I had to live in this dump.

tiny edit note: would put some like ---- in between segments so its obvious the scene switched up

some really good backstage segmernts to set up events dowwn the line, really enjoyed both following segments.

@Chris hope you liked tht squash

mysterious Tetsuo things!

match 2: good stuff! gutted for Buffalo. id like a rematch down the line as i felt this was shorter than I expected. another face bites the dust.

dem northen bois trouble in paradise?

mcmichaels jealous is interesting! more cracks in both heel factions armours.

Sawyer segment starts off HOT, big interuption for more story stuff.
love the continuity here with sawyer wanting his first loss back

Changed my music before the show, thanks man

I love all the snakey slimey bullshit between hamad and bobby t

just a great, fiery in ring segment from everyone involved. loved it

MORE promos, i like it, more good character work from Malice here. good shit.

all the factions want a piece of mr roberts. hot piece of a...

LIBERTY GETS SCREWED! great match though and very interesting Malice doing dem thing
Zeb being confused is realistic. liked this twist

oh god, its Sanders...save us...someone

hopefully people enjoy the pures rule match, my first attempt

more unlikely alliances elsewhere on the card? making more tag matches viable? uh yes please!

uh-oh, roberts...what did u do! HUGE WIN for Sawyer!!!!!!
fun match too and well written

brandon in big trouble and in time out lol

no show

hamad up to no good

shinzo wins. what a fucking match. but the post match! AGH!
just some greatt great stuff there. main event caliber match

Liberty rids us off sanders, woo!
boiler room brawl will be lit. i liek a lot of these side angles
hopefully people liek the main event
love the twist at the end too.

great show, super enjoyable.

 

[CakeWalker]

Rush Hour - San Francisco | Review Part 2
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• The continued tension between McMichaels and Maverick is going to continue to get head nods from me.​
• I’ve completely lost my head about who Sawyer Xavier is - not going to lie, I’ve forgotten about this guy. Whoever he is though, calling out Brandon is clearly a bad idea if Hamad is answering. Is Xavier a name change? ​
• I like the involvement of Shinzo and then McMichaels and Pariah actually contested between each over to fight him. The idea of McMichaels getting a chance ahead of Pariah, is just some good old fashioned storytelling by way of buildup. ​
• Tremblay wanting Don to face Pariah - has lost his damn mind? Still not sure who this Sawyer kid is, but he certainly seems to have some large stones.​
• Time for a Malice segment - they come off as the extreme edgelords of the AMA and yet serve an important purpose as the cult-like faction. I am interested in how Malice will develop overtime. ​
• Hamad played both sides and wanted to do business with Roberts and potentially cut ties with McMichaels - shady business.​
• Match Four: Liberty vs. Zebowski (I already am confident I am going to lose this match, as my roleplay wasn’t great - but still want to see how this will all develop). I am heavily enjoying the match - which is often the case when you are personally invested, and left thinking Malice and this random Aka getting on Liberty's bad side, Grrrrrr. The match was great - I love the idea that Liberty was literally screwed over in her match, whilst Brian advances. I enjoyed the manner in which I lost that match.​
• This motherfucking Steve Sanders isn’t dead yet?​
• The mysterious voice and the Spanish promo - was very cool. [although for those less versed with Spanish - I think readers should always be given a translation, as would often be found with subtitles]​
• Match Five: the Pure Rules match I wrote last year, was one of my favorite matches I’ve written in a while - so I'm looking forward to seeing how someone else writes one. I enjoyed the match, but it really felt like the stipulation was a roadblock rather than the main focus of the match. It was a good match nonetheless though. Roberts winning, continues this downwards spiral of McMichaels​
• MDC, O’Dargan and Petti is such a unique trio as well. Enjoyed them talking amongst themselves and would love to see these guys feature a little bit more - especially Petti as I feel this character has a lot of real potential.​
• Kandi and Petti coming to an agreement of no funny business is also a nice stroke.​
• Match Six: That match was a lot of fun to read - and this Sawyer gets an important win, the match writer should get a lot of props for putting that together. This kid calling out Roberts for Full Metal Mayhem, whets my appetite for this future encounter.​
• The situation between Misandry and Kandi is always a bit confusing - friends that seem to read from two very different hymns sheets. Those most unlikely are often best suited. ​
• Well it looks like Brandon Roberts isn’t going to become the newest member of the North after all.​

 

[Comrade Khan]

@Juice sawyer xavier is saus x, Blaine's guy. he rebranded last show

 

[CakeWalker]

well that was totally lost on me

 

[Rosie]

Rush Hour - San Francisco | Review Part 1​

• Belly Boy, Burgerman and the Redneck all on one team - this seems like something straight out Chikara it's pretty whack-a-doodle, but I am not going to lie I would love to see a storyline develop especially between Belly and the Burger.​
• On the other hand I think there is something really cool about the ‘Residence’ . I am always a fan of established threesomes and I like their edginess that they seem to convey at least to me.​
• Match One: The match was a fairly good read - although, honestly considering who the Residence were up against being the clear jobber team, I wouldn’t have minded if the match wasn’t a little bit shorter. That is just my take though, as I know some people prefer reading longer matches week in and week out. The best parts of the match though involved the Belly Boy and his belly as those were the parts that really stood out for me.​

Jonny and I have built a decent chemistry and with us having a year in LDW to get the team dynamic's down, we're pretty used to it. Glad you love it. And yeah, I would have had the match be shorter, but writing a tag team match (especially a Trios match) always adds a bit of time if you want each person at least in the match, or in our case, which is something we did by design, Slate and Nova do the heavy work, Belly Boy as he is the only one who cut a promo gets a showcase of character, and then finally Eden picks up the scraps.

But overall a pretty solid show! That main event was pretty great and wince inducing. Then again I find submission based stipulations, if done right, can really add a lot of emotion in a match. I'm also glad people like Norman v Omega, it was fun to write for those characters.

But finally...

I want Le Fantastique TONIGHT in a flag match. And once I plant the USA flag on your corner and they raise my hand, at Manifest Destiny..

We at The Residence will contact our legal team and expect some financial compensation for the use of Liberty or Death Wrestling's IP.

Spoiler: The LDW Show that Never Happened RIP

Oh, and:

 

[CakeWalker]

Rush Hour - San Francisco | Review Part 3​

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• Match Seven: Petti not showing up and therefore Kandi getting the win isn’t a shock (more so because I don’t think PoyBoy roleplayed). This will no doubt create a fire within Kandi’s character who clearly wanted to win fair and square.
• Hamad trying to Norman to play ball is also interesting - although, I am going to be honest in saying Hamad is getting an awful lot of air-time where it has a danger of becoming stale if he is a constant character in every other segment. That is just my take though.
• Curious to see what is going on between Sean Classic and Liberty here.
• Match Eight: The match between Shinzo vs. Norman was intense and the way it ended means that there is a lot of unfinished business, and people are left wanting more. I feel like in terms of storytelling this was Norman really being given a strong push under the spotlight of relevancy.
• And now it is time for the Parking lot brawl - who doesn’t love these throwbacks?
• Match Nine: That match was intense and certainly didn’t go in the way I expected. MDC winning is meant to feel good - but having to just allow Dargan to be dragged away seemed wrong - very very wrong. And that damn Blake - is going to get his Justice one of these days.
• The Nova and Brian segment was interesting - Zebowski getting hit on by The Residence seems like an interesting idea - although really they would be following him and not the other way around.
• An impromptu match between Liberty and the biggest SOB in the history of wrestling forums - lets go.
• Match Ten: I enjoyed the match - especially because it was very unexpected. Hopefully, this is the last time the name Sanders has to be mentioned in the AMA Universe ever again.
• Actually Scene Classic vs. Sanders in a Buried Alive match - sounds even better.
• Blake Justice sending out the challenge of a boiler room match - oh this just became a very fiery situation. I love the way MDC is being portrayed as well - and this match is one I am really excited about being a part of.
• Main Event: Don Marshall vs. Pariah was just one of those matches of epic proportions and also game changing. That one victory just changes the whole fabric of AMA.
• Glad to see Hamad and the Touch severing all ties - that is what I like to see.

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[Rosie]

• The Nova and Brian segment was interesting - Zebowski getting hit on by The Residence seems like an interesting idea - although really they would be following him and not the other way around.

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Are we truly hitting on him? Would we follow him? Why would we follow someone not in our family? Especially when Eden does so much for Slate and Nova.

Stay tuned *blows kiss*