Frontline - October 22nd, 2017 [Results]

The camera sees competitor F.M. Young and her manager Sloan Young walking across the parking lot. F.M. is mostly dressed and ready for her match, wearing her trunks and top, only missing the straps and tape. Kevin Moss approaches the pair from the other side. Young gives Moss a handshake and seems to congratulate him on his SKYFIRE title win. The two talk for a moment but the camera is too far away to catch any of it. Moss exits stage left and the camera gets close to hear the conversation now as Sloan turns and fixes F.M.'s wrist tape.

Sloan Young: Look, just go out there and break that cheap potato eating ginger's jaw will you? I'm sick and tired of hearing her talk.

F.M. Young: I get that baby but-

Sloan Young: No baby but nothing. You are a monster, a tiger among sheep. It's about damn time you toss off that wool coat and maul some of these dumb bitches. You want to make a point? Leave that poor ass puta in a pool of her own blood. That's how you make a statement.

F.M. draws her shoulders up, running a hand through her hair as she bounces on her feet slightly. She chuffs and hesitates before Sloan grabs her arm and starts to march them both inside.

Sloan Young: No! No hesitating, you're more than capable of flattening anyone on this roster. It's time you stopped hesitating.

Sloan stops just inside the talent entry door and touches F.M.'s chest lightly.

Sloan Young: Don't get me wrong, Tiger I love the whole chivalry bit, but it's not doing you any good anymore. I'm done, do that bint's dentist a favor and fix those fucked up teeth of hers. Spare my I.Q. from any more of her oh poor pitiful me whining. If her puta bimbo friend rushes out to help, you put her down too. Hell, you put her under the mat, bury that retarded street hoe. You can. You will. End of story. Hear me?

F.M. just nods and Sloan smiles, finishing fixing the tape on F.M.'s fight gear and adding the straps to her top before pushing the big woman lightly to get her moving down the hall.

The cameras cut to the backstage area as Madison Fitzpatrick and Ryleigh Mathis are walking through. A stagehand holding a clipboard tries to stop them.

Stagehand: Excuse me ladies?

The stagehand says while trying to flag them down.

Stagehand: Ryleigh! Madison!

He shouts as the two ladies are lost in their own conversation. Growing a little more frustrated, the stagehand decides to do something drastic.

Stagehand: Mads!

The moment her blurts that out, Madison stops dead in her tracks. Ryleigh notices the sudden stoppage while placing her hand onto Madison's shoulder.

Madison Fitzpatrick: I'm going to kill him.

She states as Ryleigh shakes her head.

Ryleigh Mathis: He's not worth it. Just channel that anger into FM Young.

Madison looks over her shoulder as Ryleigh walks over to the stagehand. She gives him a hard slap across the face as she gets up close to him.

Ryleigh Mathis: You're welcome. Next time, I let Madison rip your voice box out.

Madison smirks before walking up, placing a finger into the guy's chest and nearly growling at him.

Madison Fitzpatrick: Don't call me Mads.

That is all the warning the guy needed as the two Uprising members go on about their business.

“Church of Madness” starts to play over the sound system as Ashe Corvin makes his way down to the ring. The crowd raining hate down on him for what he did to the New Hybrid Champion in their match. He just grins as he enters the ring and get a mic from a crew member.

Ashe Corvin: I am not out here to gloat over what I did to Elina.

The crowd boos loudly at the reference to the concussion Elina Cartel suffered at his hands.

Ashe Corvin: No, I am out here to put an end to the meddling gnat that is Jonathan Cage. He wants to prove that he is better than me. He wants to step out of my proverbial shadow and be recognized as my equal. The problem with that is he isn’t. I made him who he is today. I am the reason he has done what he has in this industry.

Corvin pauses, gathering his thoughts.

Ashe Corvin: He wants to be me so bad it hurts. I can see the pain on his face. I saw it when I out smarted him in our match. But I will give him one last opportunity to achieve his goal. One last chance to prove that he is my equal.

The crowd is hushed, hanging on Corvin’s every word, waiting to see what he has in store.

Ashe Corvin: I will give him the chance to do what only one person has ever managed to do. He wants that elevation, then he has to earn it. He wants to be the equal to the King of Darkness then has to go to hell and back. So, Cage, remember that you wanted this. That you asked for this. So here I am, throwing down the gauntlet to you. You want to prove yourself, do it in a match I made famous. A match that I have only lost once.

Finale: Oh shit daisies I know what this bald prick has in store.

The crowd is now on the edge of their seats.

Ashe Corvin: You and me, master and apprentice, teacher and pupil, shall go through a Crusade!

The crowd actually erupts with excitement at the challenge.

Finale: Oh fuck. You’ve gotta pin your opponent, then keep them down for a ten count. No disqualification, no count outs. This is going to be bruuuuutal.

Ashe Corvin So what do you say, Cage? Do you have the balls to step into the ring with The King of Darkness, the Crusader, in a Crusade Match?

Just then “Forget to Remember” kicks up and Corvin grins. He scoffs and shakes his head in disappointment when he sees that it is not Jonathan Cage coming to the ring but Cage’s daughter, and Corvin’s adopted niece, Cheyenne Cage. She gets into the ring and gets a mic of her own.

Cheyenne Cage: Uncle Ashe you need to stop this! You and Dad are gonna kill each other!

Ashe Corvin: I doubt your father has the balls to go that far. He couldn’t even come out here himself to face me. He sent you!

Ashe takes a menacing step towards Cheyenne who cowers back.

Cheyenne Cage: Can’t you see what this is doing to you both? You two are friends and have been as long as I can remember! Dad always told me to just call you Uncle Ashe because you were that close! Please, I’m begging you, don’t do this.

Ashe Corvin: I’ve told you, he brought this on himself. He turned on me, Cheyenne. You saw it. Maybe if he is too chicken shit to accept my challenge I will just have to force his hand.

Corvin takes another step towards his ‘niece.’ He reaches out to grab her shoulder.

Cheyenne Cage: HE’LL DO IT! I’ll talk to him, please, don’t do this!

Corvin grins and lowers his hand and nods.

Ashe Corvin: That is all I wanted, Cheyenne. Now go run back to daddy and let him know his days are numbered.

The shot opens up backstage as we see Kevin Moss holding his SKYFIRE Championship. He's leaning up against a wall near the women's locker room. He looks around, obviously waiting for someone. We hear the sound of a door open and close as F.M. Young steps out into the hallway. She appears to be preoccupied with something and barely notices Kevin standing there.

Kevin Moss: Hey, hold up second.

F.M. Young turns around and realizes that Kevin was standing there the entire time. She puts her bag down and exhales, seemingly put off by his request.

F.M. Young: I'm about to leave, Kevin. What's up?

Kevin Moss: What was that all about tonight?

F.M. Young rolls her eyes.

F.M. Young: What are you talking about?

"The Infinity Warrior" gets a more serious tone, looking her straight in the eyes.

Kevin Moss: In the ring tonight. I'm asking you what that was all about. I know we don't know each other very well, but we've spent enough time training and that didn't look like the F.M. Young I'm familiar with.

F.M. Young: Oh yeah? Who did it look like?

Kevin Moss: Come on. It looked like you were out for blood tonight. Did something strike a nerve? Did you just snap?

F.M. Young: No, Kevin, I didn't just snap. Don't pretend like you know me just because we trained together a few times. Maybe I'm starting to show what I'm really capable of.

Moss shakes his head, not believing what he's hearing.

Kevin Moss: Is this really the path you want to go down? Because I promise you, it doesn't pay off in the end. Everyone has ups and downs in this business, but you need to learn from every situation. That's how you make positive changes.

F.M. Young rolls her eyes again.

Kevin Moss: And what was all that about earlier tonight with you and Sloan? I heard a little bit of your conversation and it didn't sit right with me.

F.M. Young: What the hell do you know about it?

Kevin Moss: I know what I heard and I'm telling you, honestly, that Sloan might not have your best interests in mind.

Once again, F.M. Young rolls her eyes. Kevin reaches out and puts his hand on Young's shoulder. Suddenly, she explodes with a fury of punches, knocking Moss back against the wall. She switches to knees to the body that causes him to grab his ribs in pain. The SKYFIRE Championship belt falls to the ground. She grabs him in a Muay Thai clinch and delivers a vicious knee right to his face. Kevin drops to the ground. F.M. Young picks up his title and looks at it for a moment before throwing it down next to his fallen body. She walks away as the scene fades to black.

The camera catches up with Elina Cartel backstage. She has the Hybrid Championship belted over her shoulder and across her chest like a bandolier. She’s at craft services, looking at the food, but doesn’t seem interested in any of it. She lets out a sigh as she grabs for a strawberry and pulls it to her mouth and takes a bite. You can hear the muffled roar of the fans as they watch on the big screen in the arena as she turns to the camera and takes another bite of the strawberry. She smiles.

Elina Cartel: And now that I’ve been caught on tape, I can expect Finale will have plenty of material as he makes connections between me and my love for fruit.

Elina’s eyes overt from the camera as she sees someone coming. She turns back around and reaches for another strawberry, acting unaware the cameraman rotates around to show SHIDO approaching.

SHIDO: So you’re to blame for the abundance of fruit here. Well, “blame” is a harsh for it. It’s a blessing, truly.

He reaches over, retrieving a raspberry, which he gives a quick look over. Perhaps to make sure that it was safe for his high standards. He pops it into his mouth, and then lets out a satisfied hum.

SHIDO: I have already told you at ends about how proud I am for winning that. Taking out a old soul that wants total darkness with such precise elegance. It inspired me to do better, hence why I managed to claim my spot as the next challenger--that is if they’re not mudding that up as I speak.

SHIDO reaches over and presses a finger against the Hybrid Championship. He smiles tenderly at her.

SHIDO: Mm, delicious.

He secures another one, but doesn’t eat it yet.

SHIDO: I heard last show something fairly interesting that made you all the more alluring. I heard that you might have, maybe a tiny bit, wanted me to be there for your celebration? I mean, it’s a shame that you couldn’t truly celebrate as your head took a nasty bump. In lieu of that tragedy, I did prepare something for you.

Elina Cartel: Admittedly, I did. Aside from the red eyed girl, I don’t have many friends here. Hers is less a friendship and more a.. I’m unsure the name for it. Its irrelevant. You and I are peers, I would say, and I may even be so bold to assert that we are the future of this ‘league’.

Elina reaches for another piece of fruit and this time pulls back a cherry, She places it in her mouth and pulls the stem free and enjoys the cherry as she looks into Shido’s eyes with a slight smirk upon her face.

SHIDO: Her.

SHIDO didn’t seem impressed by the acknowledgment of Sarah Lacklan.

SHIDO: Whatever she is, she needs to calm it down just a tad.

He speaks with a hint of jealousness, but it passes.

SHIDO: Future of the league sounds intriguing, though. I have yet to capture a championship while you, in the swoop of a week, manage to secure two. Can I really keep up?

He pauses.

SHIDO: Truthfully, can I really keep up with anything that you do? Even someone such as I am falling prey to certain things about you. How vexing.

She closes the distance between the two and caresses his cheek gently.

Elina Cartel: I’m sure you already have a plan in mind, as to how to keep up. The sky is the limit for you, for us, and for Elysium.

With that said, she begins walking up the hallway from him. She turns to glance at him momentarily.

Elina Cartel: Fare-thee-well, darling.

She continues on. All the while, ShIDO merely strokes his cheek, a grin dawning on his now red features.

SHIDO: Of course, love.

Cut back to the ring and it is dress differently than we are used to. A piece of wood is lying across two pillars made out of old milk crates, behind it sees a metal folding chair. Atop the makeshift desk is a mug that reads "I DON'T DO MONDAYS." and features a picture of Garfield the cat. Next to the "desk" is an inflatable couch and hanging above it all is a sign that reads "The Butcher Shop".

"Half-Lit" by Single Mothers hits and Finale gets up from the announce position and slides into the ring holding a microphone. The crowd in Seattle is half hot for him but he doesn't seem to care. Finale spins around ala the showstopper of old and then puts the mic to his mouth, which is the cue for the music to cut.

Finale: Welcome Nancys to the first ever edition of The Butcher Shop here in Elysium Pro Wrestling. I am the Super Shredder, I am The Voice of Elysium, I am The Buffalo Butcher Finale.

A bigger pop comes up now and Finale looks pleased.

Finale: As much as I would fucking love to stand out here and talk about myself, I am not in Elysium to wrestle. At least...not right now. No daisies, tonight The Butcher Shop is about a competitor who has been making serious moves here in Elysium. The office wants me to start calling her "The Artist" but that is perhaps the dumbest fucking nickname I've ever heard.

A small pop of laughter comes up from several pockets in the crowd.

Finale: Allow me to welcome my guest for this evening, she is the first ever Elysium Hybrid Champion, The Inquiring Mind Elina Cartel.

'Machines' begins playing as the lights in the arena turn down low. As the song begins to boom, Elina Cartel walks through the entrance with the Hybrid Championship over her shoulder. She smiles and nods at the fans as she walks down the entrance ramp. Neon lights hit the audience and the ring in bright pinks, greens, yellows, and purples. The lights reflect off her chrome Xpert leather jacket.

She continues to make her way down to the ring and makes her way to the ring steps and makes her way up to the ring apron. She enters the ring where she finds Finale with a microphone in his hand. She walks right up to him with a smile on her face as the music dies down and the lighting returns to normal.

Elina leans into the microphone...

Elina Cartel: It’s so good that you brought a desk, so we can do arts and crafts, but I forgot my colored pencils and safety scissors. Shame. Your coffee mug though, it’s quite classy.

Finale: Classy AND true. Please champ, have a seat.

Finale gestures to the inflatable couch. He takes his seat behind the makeshift desk and folds his hands a top the wooden board. The "desk" shakes a bit but Finale steadies it before turning to Cartel, smiling.

Finale: So tell me champ, how's the noggin'? Word is that you suffered a concussion in your match with Purple Herpes last week. Actually I'm pretty sure that it's been confirmed --- anyway, how are you feeling?

Elina carefully sits down on the inflatable couch. It squeaks as she sits and she slowly starts to slide forward. She scoots back up and maintains eye contact with Finale as she slips forward slowly again. She pushes herself back up and plants her feet to stay in position and returns Finale’s smile.

Elina Cartel: I must first commend you on your imaginative and colorful nickname for Mr. Corvin. And yes, I can confirm that my ‘noggin’ was indeed concussed during my match with Mr. Corvin. However I am feeling much better and if all goes well, I will be cleared to perform in time for the next episode of Frontline.

Again, Elina starts to slide and in an attempt to stop herself, she plants her feet more aggressively, which causes Finale’s desk to quake once again. He steadies it, but it’s too late. The mug falls off the edge, but Elina reaches forward quickly and catches it. She places it back onto the desk.

Elina Cartel: It was almost the mug’s last Monday. I would like to add that I am quite appreciative of the patience of both the management of Elysium and my own trainers during my recovery. I have been met with nothing short of stellar treatment and consideration as I go through this concussion protocol. Furthermore, I am looking forward to my return to the ring and have been training myself to better avoid situations where my ‘noggin’ may be damaged again.

Finale is still in shock that his vintage mug almost met its demise. He shakes it off and turns back to Cartel.

Finale: It's a process, this business. Learning what to do, what not to do. But now you find yourself with two targets. One being your head and the other being that Hybrid Championship. It's being called the training wheels for the World Championship but that scene is a mess right now. So who do you see being your first challenger? Perhaps one of the competitors in tonight's main event?

Elina, still keeping herself from sliding down the inflatable couch considers what’s been said, while also hoping that the couch will maintain aforementioned inflation.

Elina Cartel: Perhaps, if my peers on Elysium’s roster would take a moment to review the Hybrid title match, they will see that this championship over my shoulder does not represent a juvenile accomplishment.

The inflatable couch squeaks a little bit as she shifts her weight and she can’t help but roll her eyes ever so slightly, before continuing.

Elina Cartel: I see either competitor in the main event as a potential challenger. Both I know a lot about. I suspect K Remix will emerge from that bout as the victor and if he is ready for the ‘Training Wheels’ Championship, I will welcome the challenge. Yet, in the same breath, I can say the same for the entirety of the roster. I am prepared to face them all. Even your World Champion would be a welcomed challenger.

Finale looks directly into the camera and makes an "Oooooh" face.

Finale: The gauntlet has been laid down, I dig. Alright final question here champ and this one has been something that many people have been wondering about for a while -- what is the deal with you and SHIDO? Some people are saying that it was he himself who interfered in the title match two weeks ago...others are saying that it might have been you. What's the deal?

Elina finally takes a moment to indulge herself as she bounces on the couch for a moment before letting out a satisfied giggle.

Elina Cartel: I am unsure whether or not the fans or the members of Elysium need to know what’s going on between SHIDO and I. Honestly, I don’t care to speculate on who may or may not have interfered in the title match two weeks ago. Some mysteries are much more difficult to unravel and while you are quite lovely, Finale, you are not Sherlock Holmes.

Finale scoffs.

Finale: No I'm a much sexier version, if anything. Well champ thanks for coming on, I'll be watching what you do next with great interest.

"Half Lit" cues up again and Finale shakes Cartel's hand ending the segment.

The lights of the arena go dark as guitars fill the P.A. system, Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata filling the air. A red spotlight shines down on the entrance ramp as Sarah Lacklan, dressed in black and red robe with her hood pulled low over her face, makes her way down the ramp, her wife Kenzi Grey behind her, the television starlet wearing a #CoolKids t-shirt. Sarah slides into the ring as Kenzi grabs her a microphone, and the Firestarter pulls back her hood and spews forth a plume of red mist into the air to the delight of the crowd.

Sarah Lacklan:: Two weeks ago, a travesty occurred. Something which shall forever be entered into the halls of humankind of infamy as a detriment to society itself. Two weeks ago, moments before I was about to choke out some ERMAHGERD CRAZEBALLZ dude and fulfill your dreary lives as the Elysium World Champion, some dude with some pretty sweet special effects ruined the moment.

Sarah pauses, needing a second to gather herself. Kenzi is there to offer her spouse a sympathetic grasp of the shoulder.

Sarah Lacklan: Indeed, the light and brightness that your pathetic lives could have achieved, the warm blanket of comfort for your existence that would have been the title around my waist was stripped away by some unknown yet apparently pretty coolio assailant. Woe! Woe is your lives. Woe! Woe is your reality. Woe! Woe is the fact that you must STILL look up to that horrendously ugly man in Holland as your hero.

She raises a finger into the air, as if raising and holding hope itself balanced on a pointed fingertip.

Sarah Lacklan: But! Oh holy hell BUT! I am out here today to DEMAND a rematch! I am out here to DEMAND that Mister Uglypants has to put up his title against me again so that he may LOSE to me, just as he was about to two weeks ago. I DEMAND that the gracious, loving, attractive, gentle, kind Mister Godless grant me a match to make up for the dastardly interloper who robbed you all of that sweet embrace of my greateness. I DEMAND it, Sir!

??: Someone should be asking politely, not making demands.

The crowd shares a round of booing and applause as SHIDO makes his way down the ramp. He strolls around, twirling a microphone in his hand, with a dark chuckle on his lips. He saunters playfully, pointing at Sarah with a lazy finger.

SHIDO: I'm not sure where you get off thinking that you deserve a rematch, or rather, a rematch right now. C'mon, you had several chances to do the deed, pull the trigger, and realize your dreams. Cliches aside, everyone in attendance saw you fail once more to dethrone Erik Holland. Meanwhile on the other side of the world--the one that doesn't just involve you--SHIDO became the number one contender! OHMEGEESWEETBABYJESUS!

He speaks in a tone very close to Sarah's actual voice, only spoiled by his deeper inflections that he tried to hide.

SHIDO: It's a shame, really. You got this close.

SHIDO made the motion with his fingers, leaving only the smallest of gaps.

SHIDO: This close to choking out Erik, but hey...

A shrug.

SHIDO: You choked.

SHIDO suddenly busts out in a fit of laughter, having to wipe some tears from his eyes.

SHIDO: Oh Gods, I'm funny.

He straightens up.

SHIDO: I know that you know that you do get a rematch at some point. I mean, someone did interfere. In the grand scheme of professional wrestling, that means that your match was tainted. So the little soapbox you're standing on has some meaning behind it. It's just that you need to wait your turn. You could've beaten Erik earlier if that was the case. You were so confident about it after all. That's why I don't have sympathy for you and what happened. If you only did what you did six seconds earlier. What a shame.

“Autonomous Combat System”, sans intro, starts thrumming over the speakers as the World Champion makes his way out, clad in the new "HEELS AGAINST THE WALL" Badd Breed shirt and with the championship belt slung across his chest like a bandolier. The mic is hanging loosely in his hand as he regards Lacklan and SHIDO both with an intense glare, before planting himself at the top of the ramp on his ample ass, as the strobes blaze around him. He sets the World Championship in front of him as he sits cross legged on top of the ramp, still glaring down at SHIDO and Lacklan who are ringside.

Erik Holland: What kills ME about this whole thing is that you two sad clowns actually thought I was happy about there being interference in my match..

Erik emphatically shakes his head.

Erik Holland: I might still BE the Elysium World Champion, I might still BE very proud of this fact, but the way I retained the belt? Because some...some shithead who has a preference for cherry blossoms decided to jump in the ring and cause a disqualification? I'm disgusted by that. I'm APPALLED by that. World Champions should win or World Champions should lose based on their OWN talents, not because of outside forces. But it seems to me that just being public about my discontent isn't good enough for you, Lacklan..

He pauses, letting the Red Queen soak it in that those murky eyes are focused on her.

Erik Holland: It's almost as if you're asking me to come down there, give you this belt, kiss your feet and beg your forgiveness. And if you're ASKING that, I can say this, you're ASKING the wrong guy. Considering you've already failed to take this from me twice now...

Oh, snap. The crowd 'ooohs' a little bit.

Erik Holland: You think I'd do that and let you have the World Championship that easy? Let you get off scott-free? Nah. I can give you a third chance to lose to me, though, I don't mind doing that at all. If you're gonna' take this title from me, Lacklan, I don't care what you think you were about to do, or what you ALMOST did!

Erik's voice becomes raw, shouty and sharp, like a bulldog barking. You can even see a couple flecks of spit land on his microphone as he continues his diatribe.

Erik Holland: If you're going to take this title from me you're gonna' do it in the ring, in the confines of a match! Or...as you've demonstrated in the course of almost 90 minutes now and two matches...maybe you won't. But I guess we sign that dotted line and see for ourselves, right?

A pop from the crowd, they would love to see this business between Lacklan and Holland finally come to a head.

Erik Holland: As for you, SHIDO, I know you're just begging and chomping at the bit to get your ass kicked too, but considering that you are the number 1 contender, you'll STAY that way while I face Lacklan. And then I promise, SHIDO, cross my heart..

Erik even crosses his heart with his free hand, grinning sickly.

Erik Holland: That I'll break YOU next.

SHIDO looks back and forth between both Lacklan and Erik, before erupting into a heavy fit of laughter. He doubles over, having to rely on the nearby ring apron to keep himself steady. He taps the microphone on said apron before stabilizing.

SHIDO: You'll break me next? Coming from the lad that almost lost his belt last show? It'd be different if the interference prevented you from winning, but that interference saved your reign. Mr. Big Baller over here wants to talk all big, when he truly doesn't deserve to hold that belt anymore. He doesn't deserve it as much as Lacklan deserves another shot at it, but I see where this is all going. Treating me like an afterthought, that's fine. I can tell you how this all pans out, let me show you.

He straightens up, presenting his hands out like some sort of instructor.

SHIDO: Holland will keep having heat with Lacklan. Lacklan will keep crying about how she deserves another shot. SHIDO comes in to his rightful championship match, and wins the championship. We call that a "monkey wrench", my lovely, little imbeciles. Erik and Lacklan can fight all they want after I win the championship, but that's all it will be. It'll be a fight, the end of a drawn out war. Meanwhile, I will await one of them to run their mouths about wanting what I've won back. Then I can stand in the ring and think about if you deserve it.

SHIDO clears his throat, and shrugs.

SHIDO: Probably not, but I'll give it a thought.

Sarah Lacklan:: Boys! Boys!

She pauses until all the eyes are on them and then smiles.

Sarah Lacklan: You're both pretty. Stop fighting, okay? There are...like...three people in the crowd who kinda-sorta care about you and they might be getting upset. And besides all THREE of us know that the only reason SHIDO is #1 contender is because I was too busy making Holland change the A in "champ" to a U to win ANOTHER #1 contender's match!

Sarah gives them both one of her patented Eye Rolls of Exaggeration.

Sarah Lacklan: Now, back to my demands. I DEMAND that the honorable and totes cute Mister Godless come out here and make the Fang Gang happy by giving me what is rightfully mine...the opportunity to keep making Holland look like a lame dummy!

At the final word from Lacklan the lights in the arena cut. There is an ear piercing tone that cuts the murmurs in the crowd and on the tron an image fades into view, it is that of the sharply dressed owner of Elysium, Godless. The Founder is standing tall with his arms crossed in front of him.

Godless: I have stated before that I have no desire to be on screen unless the situation is at a point that it demands my intervention. Right now, I am hearing a lot of demands and I do not like what I am hearing.

The shot briefly cuts to Lacklan who smirks.

Godless: I am quite aware of what happened on the last episode of Frontline and I am not pleased with the result. I know exactly who interfered in the main event. That person will not admit what they have done and I have no desire to interrogate them about it. I know what they were trying to do last week and I will not give them the satisfaction. It seems that the person who interfered did so in the hopes that I would make the championship match at Hallowed Ground a triple threat. Why they would want that, I do not know but I will let the perpetrator reveal that at their leisure.

The shot then cuts to SHIDO but only for a moment.

Godless: The match at Hallowed Ground will not be a triple threat match. I am not out here to announce that. The fact of the matter is that there are two issues that need solving. One being who is the number one contender for the championship at Hallowed Ground and the second is what will become of the other person. SHIDO, you defeated Deus last week to claim the number one contendership, however, the Lacklan/Holland issue has not been resolved.

Holland looks up at the ramp from the tron, cradling the championship in his arms.

Godless: Therefore the main event of Hallowed Ground will see the final match in the Lacklan/Holland series. And since the last time we saw them on pay per view they went for an hour, I am going to make them do it again in a Broadway Match. Whomever has the most decisions at the end of sixty minutes will be the Elysium World Champion.

SHIDO's expression doesn't change, he just stares ahead at the tron.

Godless: As for you SHIDO, you can thank whomever interfered in the main event for what will befall you at Hallowed Ground. You will be taking on a man who has become for his cold demeanor and his brute strength. Allow me to introduce your opponent in Los Angeles, a man who is seething to prove himself, "The God Tier" Vitoly Volkov.

"The Crown of Evermore" by Valor cues up and Vitoly Volkov steps through the curtain. The God Tier hasn't even bothered wiping the blood off of his face from earlier, he looks very menacing. Volkov walks past Holland on the ramp and takes a moment to look down at the World Championship. Volkov then steps in front of Holland and stares a hole through SHIDO as Frontline goes off the air.