Frontline - February 25th, 2018 [Results]

Tonight's opening contest begins with Heinrik Gamble rolling back onto the western-facing arena floor following introductions. It appears he wants nothing to do with the self-professed "BEST!" in all of Elysium. However, Jake Archer really wants to make first contact as well as sudden impact. "The G.O.A.T." gets ready for takeoff by sprinting from the eastern set of ring ropes and clearing the western set. His flight path has fans wondering if he's activated moon gravity. Archer crashes onto his rookie rival with a scintillating Spaceman Plancha.

Filth Murphy: Mark my words Textbook, 2018 is Jake Archer’s year.

Thad Balk: The self-proclaimed Greatkeeper is coming off a victory at Cataclysm. Perhaps if he is able to secure another victory tonight then we will see his name added to the Summit Series.

Filth Murphy: Who better to reach the Summit than The G.O.A.T.?

Thad Balk: A fair assessment.

Jake manages to pop himself back up when the referee counts to 4. Both combatants enter via the southern ring apron at around 7. Archer goes for a Monkey Flip but doesn't get the full range of motion. Instead, he gets jaw-jacked by a wicked European Uppercut from Gamble. Sensing his opponent may have some slight discombobulation, Heinrik bounds off the northern ring ropes with a Jumping High Knee. He showboats to audience members who haven't warmed up to him yet. Jake sells its impact for thirty seconds before retaliating with a Back Rake.

Filth Murphy: The Greatkeeper isn’t going to let Gamble just fly by him. Archer is going to provide a warm welcome for this dude.

Archer notices the larger German wince and strikes with an elaborate Eye Poke. "The G.O.A.T." feigns innocence by extending two open palms in the air. Jake looks to make quick work with a rather splendid Small Package. Referee drops down to render a methodical two count. Gamble kicks out and Irish Whips Archer into the northwestern turnbuckle post. He clutches at his left eye still trying to regain some sort of vision.

Thad Balk: We are seeing a more calculated Jake Archer tonight. He has done a good job skirting the rules so far.

Filth Murphy: I wouldn’t think that you’d like that Textbook.

Thad Balk: I don’t.

Seeing the individual who nearly blinded him in the corner, Heinrik Gamble rattles a barrage of knife-edge chops. He wants to greatly diminish Archer's breathing. Heinrik doesn't want Jake having enough stamina for future high spots. Falling back on college football training Gamble blitzkriegs three Shoulder Thrusts into Archer's breadbasket. Once again, the apparent methodology is sapping away Jake's energy reserves. Heinrik keeps using Jake as a football tackling dummy until the referee admonishes him for not respecting possible rope breaks.

Thad Balk: Gamble has changed his strategy and it seems to be working.

Roles appear reversed as Gamble backs off only to level Archer with a clavicle-crumbling Clothesline. He continues acting as an aggressive antagonist by slapping on a Standing Headlock. Jake is punching the air with closed fists. Heinrik shifts his grip so the Headlock morphs into a Modified Choke. Gamble proceeds to break the rest hold so he can administer more damage. He connects with a Backbreaker. Heinrik doubles his efforts by prepping "The G.O.A.T." for the insane asylum. He wraps both of his foe's arms in a straightjacket posture while simultaneously driving both knees into the back again. "No Gimmicks Needed" takes too long for a pin attempt. His fellow combatant kips back up in a manner similar to a caffeinated zombie.

Filth Murphy: I have said it before and I’ll say it again; you can’t keep a good G.O.A.T. down!

Thad Balk: I was much more impressed by your mountain climbing reference earlier.

Filth Murphy: My what?

"The G.O.A.T." gets his proverbial second wind via firing off superkicks like his right leg's a malfunctioning World War II turret. One lands flush against Gamble's jaw. If fans were to imagine a clock, it would be roughly around 5 p.m. Archer shoves him down facing the southeastern turnbuckle post. Jake scrambles for a cover, but our referee appears wildly out of position. Heinrik also manages to grab a hold of a bottom rope when the official's counting 2. Archer contemplates poking the zebra in his sternum, but decides against it. He decides to perform an offensive Irish jig while indicating he's smarter than our viewing audience.

Thad Balk: Ever the showman, Jake Archer. He may want to tone it down, I feel that Gamble could turn the tide of this contest at any moment.

Gamble allows his opponent to play the fool while he rises to a vertical base. His ascent looks akin to a Terminator. Heinrik surprises Jake with a brutal Bridging Deadlift German Suplex. During mid-lift Archer flails to no avail. "The G.O.A.T.'s" left hoof as it were narrowly grazes the referee. Our referee doesn't consider it grounds for disqualification due to its accidental nature. He counts somewhere between 1 and 2 when Heinrik transitions into a Kneeling Surfboard.

Thad Balk: Excellent transition from Heinrik Gamble! The Greatkeeper is in trouble.

The referee checks to see if Elysium's appointed "Greatkeeper" wishes to submit. Jake Archer shakes his head no. He still possesses intestinal fortitude by firing off a series of back elbows. Gamble releases his grip as Archer hits his third consecutive elbow. Jake hobbles back to his feet as Heinrik snaps off a nasty Neckbreaker. He makes a rather nonchalant cover by only covering Archer's shoulders.

Filth Murphy: You see Textbook, Archer doesn’t need “victories” to prove he’s great. He already knows it!

Thad Balk: It is a shame that the rest of us cannot land on that conclusion.

Filth Murphy: Oh come on Textbook. You know that he rules.

Adrenaline causes "The G.O.A.T." to kick out with some authority. He goes for a Hurricanrana but Gamble shrugs him off. Archer tries for a Pele Kick yet it's scouted by Heinrik when he instinctively side-steps. Jake climbs the northeastern turnbuckle post and steadies himself for a Flying Double Axe Handle. Gamble attempts to Press Slam Archer off the top turnbuckle. Jake kicks him off, tries for a Moonsault, but lands on both feet when he knows it won't be successful. Using his remaining energy, Jake is in the process of scoring the victory with a desperate sequence of unorthodox moves.

Thad Balk: Archer is pulling out all of the stops here tonight.

Jake Archer raises his left fist into the air before connecting with his right. He successfully Bops and Bangs tonight's opponent. Gamble staggers, drops down to his right knee, and wobbles back up to receive the Superman Kick. Archer springboards off the eastern set of ring ropes with a knee to Gamble's skull before knocking him loopy with another Superkick. "The G.O.A.T." follows up by performing a Handspring into the western ropes prior to finishing his adversary with a Salida Del Sol. Jake Archer dubs this particular finisher "The Move I Beat The World With!" Archer hooks both legs while sitting back to prevent Heinrik from escaping.

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Robin O’Ryan: Here is your winner, “The G.O.A.T.” Jake Archer!

“The Best of You” cues up. Archer is on his knees on the mat, looking somewhat surprised. The referee raises Archer’s hand and Archer begins jogging around the ring celebrating his second straight victory.

The match begins as Psico tries to lock up with Boots in the center of the ring. She wastes no time showing that she is the faster of the two of them by slipping behind him. Martin kicks the back of one of Psico's knees forcing him to the ground. She puts her boot in the center of his back as she grabs both arms and starts wrenching away on them. Psico grunts in pain but that's all he can do. He lets his hang head forward, seeming defeated. WHAM! Psico slams it back and headbutts Boots face! The impact is more than enough to force her to let go!

Thad Balk: Two big debuts here. Psico is the flashier of the two but Boots Martin was trained at a legendary camp. This match is going to be an interesting mix of styles.

Psico smirks as he turns around and locks eyes with Boots Martin. He takes advantage of her still dazed and executes a Wristlock Suplex on his opponent's right arm! Boots cries out in pain. Holy hell it hurts; no one could even try to deny that. Yet despite the world of pain she's in, her resolve hasn't left her eyes. If anything, they've strengthened.

Filth Murphy:: I like Psico. He moves like my pal Dave. Sure hope it isn’t Dave though because he owes me ten dollars. Filth doesn’t forget.

Thad Balk: Where is your rental car parked?

Filth Murphy:: ...Ireland.

Boots runs up to Psico and begins throwing numerous punches, backhand strikes, and even kicks upon Psico. After the sixth exchange, she suddenly switches and hits a facebreaker on Psico! But Martin doesn't stop there! She forces Psico up to his feet and adds a Jumping DDT into the mix while he's still reeling from the Facebreaker!

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Psico gets a shoulder up!

Thad Balk: Excellent string of moves from the woman who was Born To Kill.

Filth Murphy:: I was Born To Chill.

Thad Balk: And that is why your career amounted to so much.

Boots starts setting up a Vertical Suplex. Right when she flips Psico upside-down, however, he wraps his legs around her head and reverses it into a hurricanrana! Though both land hard on the canvas, Martin takes the fall a bit harder than Psico.

Filth Murphy:: Alright that reversal was pretty dope.

The two slowly manage to get up to their feet before the ref finishes counting to ten. They gaze hungrily - or is it angrily? - at one another. Both Psico and Boots charge forward, locking up with one another once again. Psico leans forward and whispers something. He then takes advantage of Boots falling for the bait takes her down with a snapmare. Boots gets up to all fours but she is too slow, Psico charges in and smacks her head hard with Amnesia (Orton Punt)! Psico covers.

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Filth Murphy:: Come on ref that was three!

Martin kicks out and groans. She tries to shake some of the pain away. She’s probably a bit disoriented, but she can hear the crowd! That gives her even more courage and determination to keep going. She reaches up and grabs a hold of Psico! She then retaliates with her own powerful move; Burn The Legions! Boots covers.

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Filth Murphy:: Come on ref that wasn’t even two!

Psico kicks out and the audience can not believe it. Neither competitor has shown any “heroic” tendencies so the audience is split. They aren’t cheering for either of them in particular, they are cheering for wrestling. They are both back up and Psico takes a moment to pat Martin on the head playfully. Martin looks to rush him but Psico holds up his hands, begging off.

Martin continues to march forward as Psico backs into a corner. When Martin gets in his face Psico shoves a hard palm right into her nose. Martin turns away and staggers forward but Psico runs out of the corner, slides in front of her and plants her face first into the mat with Psicosis (Diamond Cutter). Martin is laid out on the canvas, Psico doesn’t cover...he looks to the top rope.

With Boots Martin laid out in front of him, Psico stands on the top rope. He grandstands to the audience briefly before leaping of with Hysteria (Corkscrew Shooting Star Press)! At the very last second Martin rolls out of the way and Psico eats canvas. Martin stands and grabs the face down Psico and prepares him for a surfboard but then she plants him with the Welcome To Eight Mile (Surfboard Curbstomp). Martin covers.

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Robin O’Ryan: Here is your winner, Boots Martin!

“Tear You Apart” by She Wants Revenge cues up and the audience applauds the wrestling, not the wrestler. Martin only has her hand raised for a moment before she rips it away and moves toward the exit.

The two titans, rather a Titaness and the God Tier, circle each other as the anticipation is mounting throughout the building. This battle has been a long time in the making and now, the score is finally settled. The two move forward and Volkov throws a haymaker that connects with the jaw of Hamilton. He immediately turns and laughs, gesturing to the crowd to drink it all in. Unbeknownst to him, Hamilton barely took a step back and is just staring back at him. He’s suddenly aware of this fact when she starts to laugh along with him.

Thad Balk: The Titaness has come to play tonight. The United Front has been a thorn in her side for some time now, she wants to get a measure of revenge.

Filth Murphy:: Good luck! Volkov is a human wrecking ball.

Volkov wheels around in shock as Hamilton continues to laugh while pointing at him. He glares at her angrily and storms toward her to swing again. This time, she ducks but doesn’t turn to face him instead moving to the ropes and laughing while talking to the crowd. She hooks a thumb back at the steaming Volkov and mouths, “This effing guy, am I right?” Volkov roars and charges again but Hamilton is ready and superkicks Volkov in the mouth, laying him out on the mat.

Thad Balk: We are seeing a much more calm and collected Hamilton tonight. But getting Volkov angry may not be the best course of action.

Filth Murphy:: I’d say that is going to lead to her doom. Don’t anger a God. Duh.

Volkov blinks several times, probably counting the birds circling overhead, as Hamilton approaches. Gone are the smiles and jokes, replaced by a look of hatred. She measures up and stomps down on his right ankle. Volkov convulses in pain and grasps his ankle. As he howls, Hamilton squats down, a look of mock-sympathy on her face. She asks if it hurts and Volkov responds but spitting in her face. She stands and wipes the spit off in disgust. She then begins to viciously stomp on his left ankle. As soon as he switches his attention to the left, she returns to the right, remorseless and merciless in each stomp.

Thad Balk: Her time spent in the Iron Division has hardened Hamilton, clearly.

Hamilton leans down and screams, “this is how the God Tier falls!” and punches him in the face, causing him to fall back and his head to bounce off the mat. She stands and motions for Volkov to get up. The pain in his ankles along with the hard shot to the face cause Volkov to respond slowly. She motions with more intensity as Volkov tries to sit up and get to his feet. “Die on your feet like a man!” she shouts as he’s pulling himself up. As soon as his weight is supported by his right ankle, he shouts in pain and falls to his knees to take the pressure off. Hamilton steps in front of him and looks down as he kneels before her.

Filth Murphy:: Jesus. We’ve never seen someone put in this kind of work on Volkov.

Thad Balk: I think that it is safe to say that we are seeing the real Titaness right here, right now.

“You’re pathetic,” she mouths as she grabs his head and drives her knee into it. He crumples to the mat and flops down. Hamilton might be able to end it there but she’s just not satisfied. She reaches down and grabs his right ankle, twisting it violently. However knocked out Volkov may have been, this brought him back to life. He shrieks in pain as Hamilton grins, a truly sadistic look. Volkov uses his pure power to pull himself quickly to the ropes and hug onto the bottom. Hamilton wrenches on the ankle as the referee tells her to release. He gets to four and a half before she lets go.

Filth Murphy:: Man. I don’t like Hamilton but if she can do this to Volkov, maybe she deserves another shot that the Iron Championship. As long as Young isn’t the champ because it’s clear that Hamilton can’t beat her.

Thad Balk: I do not know about that, I feel that they are evenly matched.

The referee attempts to admonish Hamilton but she snarls, “get out of my way!” The referee does so reluctantly as she storms toward Volkov. This positions the referee out of sight of Volkov, however, and he’s able to reach up and rake her eyes and face. She pulls back in shock and grabs at her eyes. Volkov uses the moment to launch himself at her and tackle her to the mat. Due to the pain of launching himself, he’s unable to capitalize on the moment and hesitates in his moment on top of her. Hamilton, however, does not hesitate and immediately starts throwing vicious elbows into his head and face due to the close quarters.

Thad Balk: We can hear these shots! It is bone on bone!

Filth Murphy:: That’s my favourite porno. Bone on Bone.

Thad Balk: Is that of the homosexual variety.

Filth Murphy:: ...yeah.

Hamilton is easily able to take advantage of Volkov’s weakened state. She rolls him over and takes full mount position. She is able to pin his arms down with her knees and open up on his unprotected face. Blood trickles out of his nose as the referee steps in to pull her off of him. She looks down at the beaten, battered Volkov but shakes her head. She clearly thinks that he hasn’t suffered enough yet.

Thad Balk: She wants to torture the God Tier. That much is evident.

She then attacks his knees with vicious stomps, causing him to grab them and protect them. After alternating between knees for a minute or so, Volkov curls up into a ball to protect them both. She walks around him like a predator assessing her prey. She brutally stomps on Volkov’s side, causing him to shout but he refuses to move and expose his legs. She circles again and puts the heel of her boot against Volkov’s forehead and shoves, breaking the hold he has on his legs.

Thad Balk: This is not a wrestling match. This is a fight. A fight that Hamilton is very much winning.

Filth Murphy:: I hate to say it but Volkov looks like a little bitch right now.

Thad Balk: That he does.

Once revealed, she quickly moves around and leaps into the air and drives her knee into his right ankle. He shouts again, but the volume is much less as the pain has significantly fatigued him. Hamilton grins in satisfaction. She kneels down by his face and puts her fists up to her eyes, mocking him with fake tears. He looks up at her with disdain in his eyes but clear concern as to how long this is going to last.

Thad Balk: Hamilton is toying with The God Tier. I never thought I would utter those words.

Samantha Hamilton, however, seems to finally be ready to put an end to Volkov’s night. She stands over him, his head positioned between her legs. She reaches down and hooks each arm to pull him up. As soon as pressure is put on his ankles, his legs buckle. However, Hamilton’s pure power shows itself as she is able to pull his head all the way up even though his legs are still just draped on the grounds. She shrugs before driving his face into the mat, causing him to go entirely limp. She shoves him over onto his back and covers, the referee counts.

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Robin O’Ryan: Here is your winner, “The Titaness” Samantha Hamilton!

Hamilton stays on top of him for a few seconds afterward, just to make her point.

In our first of three title matches friends--er--former friends Helena Handbasket and F.M. Young square off for the Iron Championship. The bell sounds and Handbasket flies out of her corner. Handbasket has Young targeted as the former charges in and catches the champion off guard with a high impact front dropkick. Young is knocked off her feet and hard into the corner. Handbasket rolls backward, stands and then runs in with a second dropkick, this one to Young’s face!

Thad Balk: For those who need to catch up, we have learned that Helena Handbasket is the ring name for a pair of twin sisters. Bastila and Hayley Roose each represent one aspect of Helena Handbasket.

Filth Murphy: Fucking what?

Thad Balk: She is two people.

Filth Murphy: ...fucking what?

The crowd in Dublin is firmly behind Handbasket but the Tiny Time Bomb doesn’t take any time to play them as Young is back up to her feet. Young checks her mouth for blood and then tosses a scowl at her former friend. Young charges at Handbasket and looks for some kind of heavy clothesline but at the last moment Handbasket low bridges the top rope and Young is sent sailing over. Young lands on the floor and Handbasket points at her.

Filth Murphy: So who is the one that just dumped over the top rope?

Thad Balk: That would be Bastila.

Filth Murphy: This is so fucking weird. How is this allowed?

Thad Balk: Godless has always had a penchant for spotting unique talent. Considering that Bastila does the wrestling and Hayley does the talking...I suppose that he did not see an issue with it.

Filth Murphy: This is completely unacceptable.

Handbasket charges toward the opposing ropes, hits them, flies back across the ring and dives through the ropes but Young catches her with a leaping knee that takes Handbasket out of the air. Handbasket lands in a heap on the outside and Young is ready to put in some work. Young gets Handbasket up and sends her head first into the steel steps. Handbasket sits for a moment, trying to regain her composure when Young charges in and sandwiches Handbasket’s head between her knee and the steel steps.

Thad Balk: A vile move from the champion to Helena Handbasket.

Filth Murphy: I thought you said her name was Botswana?

Thad Balk: Filth, do try to keep up.

Young gets Handbasket up and drops her chest first on the ring apron. Handbasket clutches the apron so Young steps up onto it and then proceeds to stomp on Handbasket’s fingers. Handbasket reels back in pain and Young comes off of the apron with a heavy meteora that drives Handbasket’s back and shoulders into the thin ringside padding. Young gets Handbasket back up and delivers her back into the ring under the bottom rope.

Thad Balk: Young and the Handbaskets are friends. Or at least---they were. This competition over the Iron Championship seems to have driven a wedge between them.

Filth Murphy: I’ll say! There aren’t any rules, why doesn’t the other one just ride out here and drop Young?

Thad Balk: She does not have any training, or at least, very little of it.

Filth Murphy: She doesn’t need training! She should just come out here with a baseball bat and swing away.

Thad Balk: I doubt that they would want to win that way.

In the ring Handbasket gets up to all fours and Young takes the opportunity to stomp on her hand again. Handbasket rallies back up to her feet but Young pounces on her with a bulldog that sees Handbasket get spiked right on the top of her head. Young then instantly grabs the top rope, pulls herself up and comes crashing down on top of Handbasket with Negasonic Warhead (Starship Pain). Young yanks Handbasket’s leg and hooks it for the cover.

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Handbasket is able to kick out and this pops the audience in Dublin. Handbasket crawls away to safety and Young looks less than pleased. Young turns her attention back to the challenger and stomps toward her but Handbasket hits her with a nip up superkick! Young takes it on the jaw and Handbasket looks to follow it up with a codebreaker but Young hangs on to her, turns, and seats the challenger on the top rope. Young looks to follow it up but she eats a boot to the face.

Thad Balk: Handbasket needs to rally here, when Young builds momentum she is nearly impossible to defeat.

Filth Murphy: True. Ask Sam Hamilton.

Handbasket takes hold of Young’s arm and then begins to walk the ropes! Dublin pops big for this move and even more so when Handbasket leaps off of the ropes and catches Young with a flying chop. Handbasket then pulls Young back in and locks her in the S.N.A.F.U. (Tarantula). This hold is very legal, this match being an Iron Rules match. Young has nowhere to go and Dublin is chanting for her to tap out.

Filth Murphy: C’mon ref! Break the hold.

Thad Balk: This is an Iron Rules match. He does not have to.

Filth Murphy: I was asking as a personal favour!

The Tiny Time Bomb is wrenching back with all of her might but this hold is taking a lot out of her. Young is bigger and stronger, it is taking everything that Handbasket has to keep Young in the hold. Young repeatedly refuses to submit, despite being in severe agony. Finally Handbasket no longer has the strength to keep the One Woman Army tied up and she releases the hold.

Thad Balk: That hold had to have taken a serious toll on both competitors.

Filth Murphy: Someone call the understudy, she can come out here and finish this thing off.

Young slides out of the ring to recover but Handbasket is not having it. Handbasket shoots through the ropes and then leaps off of the apron with a moonsault that takes Young down. Handbasket pops up and now plays to the crowd, evidently feeling that she has the contest well in hand. Handbasket then moves to grab Young but Young hits The Tiny Time Bomb with a drop toe hold that sends the ladder face first into the announce desk. Young takes hold of Handbasket, lifts her up, charges and powerbombs Handbasket over the railing onto several recently vacated seats! Handbasket has flattened the chairs and she is seeing stars.

Thad Balk: Good God! Handbasket has been planted in the front row.

Filth Murphy: Now would be a good time for some...twin magic.

Thad Balk: I am not entertaining these notions any more.

The champion pulls the challenger back over the guard rail and slides her into the ring. Young quickly covers Handbasket but Handbasket kicks out before a one count can even happen. Young grabs Handbasket by the back of the head and screams “Stay down!” before she blasts the challenger with a stiff shot. Handbasket rolls over onto her stomach and crawls away. Young trails her and grabs her by the boot but Handbasket is able to fight up and nail Young with an enziguiri! Both competitors are down and Dublin is on it’s collective feet.

Thad Balk: The champion is down! Helena Handbasket could end Young’s reign and deprive the champion of her fourth defense.

Handbasket pulls herself up using the ropes but Young is already to her feet. Handbasket charges in and looks for the Screw U! Knee but Young evades it and hits Handbasket with a knee strike to the head. Young then plants Handbasket with the Human Error Processor (Pop-Up Powerbomb). Handbasket is laid the fuck out and Young arrogantly covers.

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Robin O’Ryan: Here is your winner, and still Elysium Pro Wrestling Iron Champion, “The One Woman Army” F.M. Young!

“Run You” by The Qemists cues up and the referee is only able to raise Young’s hand for a moment before she rips it away. Young walks over to her fallen challenger and stands over her. Young holds the Iron Championship out and it dangles just out of reach for Handbasket.

With both competitors already in the ring, Elina Cartel only has a moment to admire the Hybrid Championship before she has to hand it to the referee. The referee shows it to Azurine Vebbins but she seems nonplussed, she’s had it in her possession for a few weeks now, despite not being the champion. The bell sounds and the two competitors come to the center of the ring.

Filth Murphy: Vebbins may have walked into Dublin with the strap but mark my words, she isn’t leaving with it.

Thad Balk: The Adorkable Angel is undefeated in her Elysium career thus far. No one has been able to figure her out.

Filth Murphy: The champ has her figured out, just watch.

In an effort to test the waters Cartel throws a half-hearted kick which Vebbins easily evades. They continue circling each other and Cartel throws another whiffed kick and again it is evaded. Cartel throws a real kick on her third attempt but Vebbins catches it. Vebbins pulls Cartel in but Cartel ducks and dashes behind her. Vebbins is quick to turn and attempt a dropkick but Cartel swats it away.

Thad Balk: What we are seeing right now is a feeling out process.

Filth Murphy: Cartel has Vebbins figured out, I already told you that. She is toying with this loon.

The two are back to their feet and we see the first real lock up of the contest. Vebbins pushes Cartel down into a side headlock but Cartel shoves Vebbins into the ropes. On Vebbins’ return Cartel catches her with a martial arts kick to the left knee and then a spinning backfist that has Vebbins reeling. The Adorkable Angel catches herself on the top rope.

Filth Murphy: People don’t seem to realize that Elina Cartel is a world class striker. Ha! Seems that Azurine Vebbins just figured it out. Maybe that smacked the crazy right out of her.

Thad Balk: She is not crazy.

Filth Murphy: Not anymore, Cartel just knocked it out of her. You gotta listen better Textbook.

With her opponent rocked Cartel rushes Vebbins but is vaulted over the top rope. Cartel lands on the apron and catches Vebbins with a high kick to the side of the head. Cartel targets Vebbins and then launches herself into a springboard. Cartel clears half of the ring and takes Vebbins down with a cross body but Vebbins rolls through, leaves Cartel on the canvas and then leaps up with a double stomp to Cartel’s mid-section.

Thad Balk: What a counter from Azurine Vebbins. The Hybrid Title matches as of late have really shown what the division is supposed to be about -- world class wrestling. A blending of styles.

Now in control of the contest Vebbins gets Cartel up and shoots her into the corner. Vebbins follows that up with a running dropkick into the corner. Cartel staggers out and looks somewhat dazed, enough that Vebbins can hit her out of nowhere with a running knee strike. Cartel falls back into the ropes and rebounds right into a thrusting palm strike to the face. Cartel drops and Vebbins covers.

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Filth Murphy: NOPE!

The arena collectively boos as Cartel is able to kick out. Vebbins gets Cartel up to her feet and just as she stands Cartel seems to snap out of her daze. Vebbins goes for a big palm strike but Cartel evades it and treats Vebbins to a knee to the mid-section which drives all of the wind out of the challenger. With Vebbins doubled over Cartel hits a spinning knee to the side of Vebbin’s head. Vebbins staggers sideways and drops to a knee, her lights not completely turned out but definitely dimmed.

Thad Balk: There is no refuting the champion’s prowess in the ring but her alliance with SHIDO has soured many fans on her. Before she was injured people had her pegged to climb the ranks quickly. Now with her associate at the top of the mountain that does not seem likely.

Filth Murphy: Are you kidding? What if Elina wins the Summit Series and goes to Kingdom Come to face SHIDO? That is the perfect main event.

Thad Balk: Well there is a long time until we get to that point.

Vebbins stands in the corner trying to recover when Cartel rushes in and smashes her with a rolling wheel kick. Cartel springs right back up and hits Vebbins with a series of shoulder blocks to the mid-section. After five of them Cartel does a back handspring and charges forward only for Vebbins to move at the last second. Cartel shoots between the two turnbuckles and her right shoulder makes contact with the ringpost.

Thad Balk: We heard that one over here. Cartel’s whole damn show level of showboating just caught her.

Filth Murphy: I’m pretty sure you mean whole fuckin’ show.

Thad Balk: I do not need to curse to get my point across.

The Adorkable Angel takes a few moments to recover but Cartel doesn’t want to give her any breathing room. Cartel shoots on her but Vebbins evades it. Cartel goes for a martial arts kick but Vebbins slips behind her into a waist lock. Vebbins plants her feet and then uses all over her might to lift Cartel up and toss her over head with a release German suplex. Cartel lands badly on her right shoulder.

Thad Balk: A rough landing for the champion. You have to believe that Vebbins did that on purpose.

Filth Murphy: I don’t think she does anything on purpose. She probably doesn’t even know what continent we are on. Newsflash Dork, it’s North America.

Thad Balk: We are in Ireland.

Filth Murphy: That’s what I said.

Seeing that Cartel is favouring her right shoulder, Vebbins shoots in and applies an inverted juji gatame which is targeting the right shoulder. Vebbins rips and tears at Cartel’s shoulder as the referee looks for the verbal submission. Cartel simply shakes her head no and is able to roll backward and break the hold without taking too much damage. Vebbins gets up to one knee and Cartel blasts her with a shining wizard out of nowhere. Cartel falls into the cover.

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Filth Murphy: These refs are blowing it tonight. That was easily a three count.

Thad Balk: Not according to the official.

Vebbins is able to kick out but Cartel smells blood in the water. Cartel drops a series of hard elbows onto the side of Vebbin’s head before Vebbins fights up to her feet. Vebbins almost takes an Irish whip into the corner but Vebbins reverses it and sends Cartel into the corner with all of her might. Cartel hits the corner and drops to a seated position. Vebbins rushes in but Cartel grabs the waist of her pants and sends Vebbins face first into the middle turnbuckle.

Thad Balk: That was a desperation move from the champion. She can not afford for Vebbins to gain any momentum at this point in the contest.

The Inquiring Mind drops a series of hard kicks to Vebbins’ face but Vebbins is on the ropes so the referee has to interfere. This affords Vebbins some time to get up and when she does she catches Cartel with a tilt-a-whirl headscissors takedown which effectively turns the tide. Cartel tries to rally back but she walks right into an elbow smash to the face. With Cartel dazed, Vebbins boots her in the mid-section and takes the champion over with a Northern Lights suplex with a bridge!

1..

2..

..!

Thad Balk: We nearly had a new champion!

Cartel is just able to kickout but Vebbins knows that the championship is within reach. Cartel gets back to her feet and Vebbins comes out of nowhere with a jumping clothesline. Cartel gets up again and this time Vebbins takes her over with a deep arm drag and Vebbins has hold of Cartel’s right arm. Vebbins starts some elbows onto Cartel’s clavicle.

Thad Balk: This damaged shoulder could be the champion’s undoing.

Filth Murphy: She’s faking it. It’s all part of the plan.

Thad Balk: I assume you are an expert when it comes to women faking things.

Filth Murphy: If you mean orgasms then you are completely right. I am not gifted in the sexual arena.

The champion fights up and goes for a martial arts strike but Vebbins gets behind Cartel and sets her up for The Pearly Gatekeepr (Dragon Suplex into a Double-Handed Jawbreaker) but Cartel spins, shoves Vebbins into the ropes and catches her with the Eclipse (540° gyro Crescent Kick). Vebbins eats it and falls through the ropes to the outside. Cartel goes down as well, grasping at her shoulder. The referee begins the ten count.

The referee is at a count of 6 when Vebbins starts to stir on the outside. Cartel sits up and then stands when we are at 8. Vebbins pulls herself up using the ring apron at 9 but the shot to her head was too much. Vebbins drops to a knee as the referee hits the count of 10.

Robin O’Ryan: Here is your winner via count out, and still Elysium Pro Wrestling Hybrid Champion, “The Inquiring Mind” Elina Cartel.

“Machines” by Giorgio Moroder cues up and Elina Cartel is presented with the Hybrid Championship. She holds it with her left arm as her right arm is quite damaged. Cartel does not look pleased as she gazes over the ropes at Vebbins on the outside, whom is visibly dejected.

Cut to the backstage area where we see Psico laying on top of a production crate out cold. Yuki Kita is then seen walking down the backstage hallway with a mic in her hand. She slowly walks up to the motionless Psico.

Yuki Kita: Psico...

*No Response*

Yuki Kita: Psico...

*No Respons*

Yuki Kita: PSICO!

*No Response*

Yuki now slowly creeps over beside Psico and pushes on his shoulder. Again he doesn't respond. She now hauls off and shoves his arm as hard as he can and he quickly sits straight up. He sits up so fast that it catches her off guard and she screams.

Psico: Whoa...whoa… WHOA! I wake up random chicks and they scream. Random chicks wake me up and they scream. I just can't win.

Yuki Kita: I'm sorry, I wasn't expecting you to get up so fast.

Psico: Ah, don't worry about it. This isn't the first time that I've heard that. But is there a reason you were waking me up?

Yuki Kita: Actually I wanted to get a word with you about how you felt about your match with Boots Martin earlier tonight. However now I kind of want to know why you were sleeping in a hallway.

Psico: Yuki… Do you know how exhausting giving minimal effort is? It takes a lot out of you nd I figured this was as goo a place as any to grab a quick nap.

Yuki Kita: Fair enough. Now, how do you feel about the match you had earlier with Boots Martin.

Psico: It was a match. Next show I'm sure I'll have another match that is also a match. The show after that I'll have a match that will also be a match.

Yuki Kita: So are you saying winning and losing doesn't matter.

Psico: For the most part that's exactly what I'm saying. At the end of your career nobody is going to remember how many matches you won or how many matches you lost. Hell, half of these so called “wrestling fans” don't even know what a good wrestler is. However there is one thing that I will remember when my career is over. The balance in my bank account and that's far more important than any win or loss will ever be. Any more questions?

Yuki Kita: No, that is all I've got.

Psico: Well I'll be going then. Unless of course you'd like to see what's under my man skirt.

Yuki Kita: Hard pass.

Yuki Kita walks away in disgust.

Psico: Your loss.

Psico pulls a bootleg Black Panther DVD out of from under his man skirt.

Psico: I'll go watch it myself.

We now cut to ringside.

We spoke of was and when

Although I wasn't there

He said I was his friend ★

As if on cue "Drop Dead Cynical" by Amaranthe cues up and "The Striking Banshee" Ryleigh Mathis walks out onto the stage. Notable because of their absence are the rest of Uprising. Mathis has her Carte Blanche briefcase in one hand and a microphone in the other.

Ryleigh Mathis: You called? I don't really feel like I am the one to fall to you SHIDO but instead I'm gonna be the one to take that championship from you. This contract that I have in my hand says that I can challenge any champion of my choosing. I do want my Hybrid Championship back but I earned the opportunity to face any champion. I'd be an idiot to challenge anyone but you.

SHIDO rests his arms on the top rope, watching Mathis intently. So much so that he doesn't see both Liza Capernick and Madison Fitzpatrick come through the crowd. They get up on the apron and SHIDO is unaware.

Ryleigh Mathis: So guess what buttercup? I am officially challenging you to an Elysium Pro World Championship match at the next episode of Frontline in Phoenix. Know that you are gonna be leaving without that hardware. Want to know why?

SHIDO gestures for her to "get on with it".

Ryleigh Mathis: Because I have a plan.

SHIDO raises an eyebrow as Capernick and Fitzpatrick run up behind him but SHIDO felt their presence. SHIDO turns and blasts Fitzpatrick in the face with the World Championship but Capernick takes him down with a chop block. Capernick boots SHIDO in the mid-section and attempts the Escape From Cairo (Bitter End) but SHIDO turns it into Misfit Love (Slingblade). Before SHIDO can recover, Mathis has hit the ring and she leaps into the ring, taking SHIDO down with the Net Banger.

Thad Balk: SHIDO is down! Mathis' plan has worked in sending a message to the champion.

Filth Murphy: Yeah they aren't done yet. This is blasphemy!

Fitzpatrick gets back to her feet and helps Capernick up. Together with Mathis all three members of Uprising start putting the boots to the fallen champion. When they are satisfied, Capernick holds SHIDO on the mat by his arms as Fitzpatrick holds his legs. Mathis then climbs to the top rope and leaps off with Banshee Flight (Moonsault).

Thad Balk: We have never seen SHIDO left laying like this. Could we be looking at our next World Champion?

Mathis picks up the championship and holds it high as all three members of Uprising stand with a boot on the chest of the fallen champion. The Elysium logo appears and we fade to black.