Post by Erik Holland on Jul 20, 2019 14:21:48 GMT -8
ELYSIUM PRO WRESTLING PRESENTS
JULY 20
LIVE FROM THE SANCTUM
TORONTO, ONTARIO CANADA
Panning up, we see the cart is being pushed by none other than Cartier, dressed in full ring gear, and with her Elysium Pro Tag Team Championship on her waist. She clicks her nails along the cart’s handle, rolling the buggy along while her ample bottom sways back and forth. Suddenly, SILK runs up to her in the same state of attire- full gear, shining tag title belt on his waist. His arms are full of individual cans of chocolate frosting, which he dumps into the cart with a clamor.
CARTIER: “That ain’t gonna be enough, SILK We gon’ need a whole lot more than that if we gonna spread that chocolatey goodness all over Elysium Pro an’ the rest of the world.”
SILK: “You right baby… but that’s all they got at this damn redneck store. We cleaned ‘em out, girl!”
CARTIER: “That’s some bullshit. I bet they got like a whole aisle fulla vanilla. Typical. That’s why it’s up to us to spread the brown around town, though. Just like we did for the tag tournament when we walked away with these babies. Ain’t no one seen that comin’ or gave us a shot at winnin’, but here we are.”
The wonky wheel of the shopping cart slips and the cart bumps, making the frosting cans jump a little and making a loud noise. Cartier struggles with it a minute and then gets it moving again.
CARTIER: “Shit.”
SILK: “That shit be strugglin’ harder than TNP Inc. to beat us huh?”
CARTIER: “Well, we gonna do the same thing against TNP this time that we did before. We gonna win. Not because TNP is bad, but because we badder. It’s not an insult to lose to the best, an’ that’s what we are… that’s why we champions. That’s why ain’t nobody beat us yet. We gonna keep on spreadin’ the love an’ the smooth sexy sweetness around to everyone one servin’ at a time until they see for themselves that they can’t live wit’out the taste of Thot Chocolate in they mouth.”
They turn and head toward the cash registers. SILK pulls a wad of cash out from his pocket and starts thumbing through the bills as the head for the first open lane.
SILK: “We hand out L’s like they benji’s to a cashier. People always hatin’ on the stacks, forgettin’ I was rollin’ in the dough like Pillsbury before this wrestlin’ shit. Had my first Milly by twenty cause ya boi was turnin’ out the women of Georgia by the goddamn phone book. TNP are different though, I’ll give ‘em that. They don’t stay focused on the bullshit like so many others out here, they got a goal in mind and they set it. They ain’t talked ‘bout our bread, our social media or any of that garbage some of these people named after cities in New York or who are runnin’ reputable brands into the ground with their fugazi secondary company they run under it. Nah, they stick to what goes on in that ring which is not only a breath of fresh air but it also gets our respect. Problem is, once that bell rings and the straps are on the line, respect don’t mean a damn thing, all that matters is that W and walkin’ out drippin’ gold down the aisle as we head to the back.”
CARTIER: “Yup. Q an’ Leah, they good. Real good. They as solid a team as we ever been in the ring wit’, that’s a fact. But it ain’t enough. Like I told them before, this title belongs to me. It’s my property. You ain’t gonna walk up to me and steal what’s mine wit’out havin’ the fight of your life on your hands. This rematch is way more important than when we faced each other before, because now we defendin’ what belongs to us. These belts ain’t goin’ nowhere except right back home wit’ mommy an’ daddy.”
SILK and Cartier load up all of the frosting onto the conveyor belt for the cashier to start ringing them through.
SILK: “Everyone out here havin’ kids while we out here be parents to two sets of twins; the Elysium Tag Titles and the Southside Tag Titles. ‘Bout to add the SEP Tag Titles to the pile. That’s what we do. We rep Elysium as the pinnacle of its Tag Division and back it up every time that bell rings when challengers step up. Heat waves and crazy temperatures have had people sweatin’ this past week, thing is? That’s winter weather compared to the heat comin’ off of Thot Chocolate right now and TNP? They ‘bout to get scalded to the third degree and maybe then they’ll realize they got a better chance at stormin’ Area 51 and gettin’ answers than beatin’ us.”
The total rings up to be $206.27. That’s a lot of frosting. SILK puts down $250, tells her to keep the change and as the bag boy bags all of their frosting and loads it into the cart, Cartier continues.
CARTIER: “Boo lets get that dub and keep spreadin’ that Thot Chocolate love!”
The bag boy finishes up loading the cart and then Cartier pushes it off with SILK walking alongside her as we fade out.
Pyro and ballyhoo spark off as we come live to the Sanctum in Toronto, Ontario, Canada! The massive LED screen in the entryway comes to life with the Elysium FRONTLINE logo, lit up in green and white lights scanning the sold out crowd! A robotic voice comes over the PA..
PREVIOUS FEED ACQUIRED...
BROADCASTING...BROADCASTING...
The scene opens with a close up shot of the front of a shopping cart as it rolls noisily down the linoleum tiles of a supermarket. One bumbaclot wheel wiggles and shakes, precariously threatening to come loose at any moment as the cart is wheeled down an aisle.BROADCASTING...BROADCASTING...
Panning up, we see the cart is being pushed by none other than Cartier, dressed in full ring gear, and with her Elysium Pro Tag Team Championship on her waist. She clicks her nails along the cart’s handle, rolling the buggy along while her ample bottom sways back and forth. Suddenly, SILK runs up to her in the same state of attire- full gear, shining tag title belt on his waist. His arms are full of individual cans of chocolate frosting, which he dumps into the cart with a clamor.
CARTIER: “That ain’t gonna be enough, SILK We gon’ need a whole lot more than that if we gonna spread that chocolatey goodness all over Elysium Pro an’ the rest of the world.”
SILK: “You right baby… but that’s all they got at this damn redneck store. We cleaned ‘em out, girl!”
CARTIER: “That’s some bullshit. I bet they got like a whole aisle fulla vanilla. Typical. That’s why it’s up to us to spread the brown around town, though. Just like we did for the tag tournament when we walked away with these babies. Ain’t no one seen that comin’ or gave us a shot at winnin’, but here we are.”
The wonky wheel of the shopping cart slips and the cart bumps, making the frosting cans jump a little and making a loud noise. Cartier struggles with it a minute and then gets it moving again.
CARTIER: “Shit.”
SILK: “That shit be strugglin’ harder than TNP Inc. to beat us huh?”
CARTIER: “Well, we gonna do the same thing against TNP this time that we did before. We gonna win. Not because TNP is bad, but because we badder. It’s not an insult to lose to the best, an’ that’s what we are… that’s why we champions. That’s why ain’t nobody beat us yet. We gonna keep on spreadin’ the love an’ the smooth sexy sweetness around to everyone one servin’ at a time until they see for themselves that they can’t live wit’out the taste of Thot Chocolate in they mouth.”
They turn and head toward the cash registers. SILK pulls a wad of cash out from his pocket and starts thumbing through the bills as the head for the first open lane.
SILK: “We hand out L’s like they benji’s to a cashier. People always hatin’ on the stacks, forgettin’ I was rollin’ in the dough like Pillsbury before this wrestlin’ shit. Had my first Milly by twenty cause ya boi was turnin’ out the women of Georgia by the goddamn phone book. TNP are different though, I’ll give ‘em that. They don’t stay focused on the bullshit like so many others out here, they got a goal in mind and they set it. They ain’t talked ‘bout our bread, our social media or any of that garbage some of these people named after cities in New York or who are runnin’ reputable brands into the ground with their fugazi secondary company they run under it. Nah, they stick to what goes on in that ring which is not only a breath of fresh air but it also gets our respect. Problem is, once that bell rings and the straps are on the line, respect don’t mean a damn thing, all that matters is that W and walkin’ out drippin’ gold down the aisle as we head to the back.”
CARTIER: “Yup. Q an’ Leah, they good. Real good. They as solid a team as we ever been in the ring wit’, that’s a fact. But it ain’t enough. Like I told them before, this title belongs to me. It’s my property. You ain’t gonna walk up to me and steal what’s mine wit’out havin’ the fight of your life on your hands. This rematch is way more important than when we faced each other before, because now we defendin’ what belongs to us. These belts ain’t goin’ nowhere except right back home wit’ mommy an’ daddy.”
SILK and Cartier load up all of the frosting onto the conveyor belt for the cashier to start ringing them through.
SILK: “Everyone out here havin’ kids while we out here be parents to two sets of twins; the Elysium Tag Titles and the Southside Tag Titles. ‘Bout to add the SEP Tag Titles to the pile. That’s what we do. We rep Elysium as the pinnacle of its Tag Division and back it up every time that bell rings when challengers step up. Heat waves and crazy temperatures have had people sweatin’ this past week, thing is? That’s winter weather compared to the heat comin’ off of Thot Chocolate right now and TNP? They ‘bout to get scalded to the third degree and maybe then they’ll realize they got a better chance at stormin’ Area 51 and gettin’ answers than beatin’ us.”
The total rings up to be $206.27. That’s a lot of frosting. SILK puts down $250, tells her to keep the change and as the bag boy bags all of their frosting and loads it into the cart, Cartier continues.
CARTIER: “Boo lets get that dub and keep spreadin’ that Thot Chocolate love!”
The bag boy finishes up loading the cart and then Cartier pushes it off with SILK walking alongside her as we fade out.
Pyro and ballyhoo spark off as we come live to the Sanctum in Toronto, Ontario, Canada! The massive LED screen in the entryway comes to life with the Elysium FRONTLINE logo, lit up in green and white lights scanning the sold out crowd! A robotic voice comes over the PA..
WELCOME TO THE FRONTLINE.
ENGAGE.
Now, the ring lights up as the Canadian crowd is going nuts! We pan over the sold out Sanctum until we reach ringside where Thad Balk and Filth Murphy are ready!
TB: “Hello and welcome to the Frontline! Thad Balk here alongside my colleague Filth Murphy, we are in Toronto, and we are ready for the high octane professional wrestling action that ONLY The Last Kingdom can give you! Three titles on the line and a massive World Title Contendership contest on the horizon, as Stacy Deville looks to make history against the Badd Breed’s Hammerstein! Let’s get down to the ring!”
OPENING MATCH
TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP CONTENDERSHIP MATCH
Static Age (Ramsay and Tommy Kapstone) vs. Brew Collar (Andrew Wilkow and Jack Danielson)
#TagContender
The match starts out at a quickened pace, with Static Age using their speed and frankly, their smarts to take the early advantage. Andrew and Jack are kindly country boys but theyre not very bright, folks, let’s be honest. Ramsay especially shines as he takes over on the big Southern bruisers, dazzling Brew Collar and inciting the crowd with his in ring experience, taking every advantage he can on Jack Danielson who is the legal man for Brew Collar. Until he backs him into the corner and tries to unleash a right hand to the head, which doesn’t really work very well considering Jack has a pretty hard head. Ramsay begs off until he can poke Jack in the eyes, and then attempts to whip Jack to the ropes. He has it reversed right into a BAAAAAAACK body drop!
Ramsay takes the bump as only guys like Flair or Eddie Guerrero could, as the big man takes over on Ramsay pummeling him with the heavy lumber. Big forearms to the face and back, knee lifts to the chest, battering him all around the ring until he can tag Andrew Wilkow in for a big double hip toss out of the corner! Tommy Kapstone comes in and gets yeeted over the top and out of the ring by Danielson and the crowd is enjoying Brew Collar’s old school antics so far! Wilkow drops for the cover on Ramsay and only gets two.
The party is short lived though as Ramsay gets the advantage on Wilkow and sends him shoulder first into the post, following that up by slamming his shoulder into the post again. For the next few minutes Static Age punish that shoulder of Andrew Wilkow’s, singling it out with strikes and as many dirty tactics as they can get away with. Static Age is really demonstrating some tag team specialist tendencies here as one Kapstone is always distracting the referee while the other Kapstone, be it Tommy or Ramsay is singling out Wilkow’s shoulder. Undaunted though, Wilkow continues to fight off pin attempts by the Static Age, but did eventually need help from Jack Danielson breaking up a pin following a combination wheelbarrow suplex and neckbreaker, arguably the closest count of the match!
Wilkow, favoring his shoulder is still doing his best as he tries to fight out of Static Age’s corner now, leveling both Kapstones with heavy forearms, even having to use his bad arm. He favors it so much trying to get to Danielson’s outstretched hand that he goes to his knees mid ring, grimacing in pain, as the crowd erupts trying to cheer him on. Ramsay Kapstone looks to attack with a seated dropkick but Wilkow avoids the attack, dropping Ramsay with a left arm lariat before falling backwards into tagging Danielson!
The Yee Yee Machine is in feet first, throwing forearms, kicks, even a couple headbutts at the wave of charging Kapstones. Tommy falls victim to a spinebuster, and then Danielson tries to throw Ramsay to the turnbuckle. Jack has it reversed as he hits the pads, and as Ramsay comes in Danielson gets the boots up! He turns it into his Roaring Forearm he likes to call the Great American Bash, and WOULD have gotten three if Tommy Kapstone had not pulled the official out of the ring! Jack is immediately up on his feet complaining as Ramsay connects with a low blow behind his and the referee’s back, cradling him!
One..
Two..
We hear Wilkow yell “FUCK IT” before he heads into the ring and LEAPS on the pinning combination with an elbow drop using his bad arm, breaking up the cover at the last possible second. Wilkow rolls out of the ring holding his arm and swearing loudly and creatively. Ramsay is distracted looking down at Wilkow, wondering how he got back into the ring which allows Danielson to regain his bearings and slam a lariat into the back of his neck! He follows it up by loading Ramsay up for the 21 Gun Salute, his powerbomb lungblower! He stacks up Ramsay, referee in position, AND GETS THREE!
Jack immediately rolls off Ramsay and attends to Wilkow who has seemed to have located Brew Collars’ stash of beers at ringside, working on one in an attempt to “rehabiliate” his sore shoulder. Nonetheless, Brew Collar are the number one contenders to the Elysium Tag Team Championship!
The show changes to a backstage area of The Sanctum. TNP Inc. is finishing getting prepped for their Tag Team Title Match later in the show against Thot Chocolate. Q is stretching while Leah is finishing applying tape to her wrists. That’s when The War Queen turns to the cameras.
Leah: Here we are folks. It’s the rematch that everyone is talking about. Just a few months ago TNP Inc. and Thot Chocolate tore down the house in the Wideawake Tag Team Tournament. It was that night that TNP Inc. started to turn some heads. It was that night that everyone saw Q and me as a threat. It was that night that we showed we were something without Jay in our corner. Tonight, we have the opportunity do it all once again. Imagine this for a second. Two teams, both of which had already competed in two matches respectively, go into a final match dog ass tired. Still, it is match of the night. Well, let me clue you in on a little something about tonight. We haven’t been through two other matches. We’re fresh. We’re ready for a fight and fighting is what we do best. Ain’t that right, sis?
Q stops her stretching and acknowledges Leah.
Q: I don’t know about ya’ll but that’s the name of the game. I walk around some of these locker rooms and I see everyone shaking hands and wishing each other the best of luck in their match. What? Isn’t the whole point of all of this to win? Is this not the end game to become a champion? Well, at least I know what’s up. I’m not here to make friends. I’m here to dump people on their necks all the while with a smile across my face. Tonight, that’s exactly what I’m going to do. You see, Thot Chocolate got the better of us before. That doesn’t mean they already have our number. TNP Inc. ain’t your run of the mill team that’s just going to bitch and moan after a loss, probably leave the business and eventual turn up again with the same act. Naw, we evolve. We’ve seen first-hand what Thot Chocolate has to offer so a “win” for them ain’t coming so easy. We know they can go in the ring but, to me, they are still too worried about the glitz and the glamour. This ain’t no runway and this ain’t no modeling show. This is where we go to fight. You won’t see some fancy ass promo from SILK as Cartier is on her hands and knees on a table in front of him. This isn’t euphemisms and off-handed remarks that, quite frankly, make Cartier look more like some second fiddle ‘thot’ to SILK. No disrespect Cartier to what ya’ll two’s dynamic is but that ain’t my cup of tea. What you see is what you get. I talk shit and I hit shit. That’s what I’m about. So, to get through TNP Inc. tonight, it’s going to take more than you spreading dem cheeks for SILK. It’s going to take you bringing it in the ring; something I know you’re capable of. You just don’t need all that fizzle when there ain’t gonna be no pop tonight.
With that Q glances back over to Leah.
Leah: What you see is what you get. We’re always ready for the fight and we’re not afraid to go down swinging. Get ready to throw dem Ws up because TNP Inc. has their eyes set on those Tag Titles.
Leah reaches out to the camera and smacks it away as the scene cuts back to the ring.
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KICKOUT!
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3!
BACKSTAGE FEED ONLINE..
The show changes to a backstage area of The Sanctum. TNP Inc. is finishing getting prepped for their Tag Team Title Match later in the show against Thot Chocolate. Q is stretching while Leah is finishing applying tape to her wrists. That’s when The War Queen turns to the cameras.
Leah: Here we are folks. It’s the rematch that everyone is talking about. Just a few months ago TNP Inc. and Thot Chocolate tore down the house in the Wideawake Tag Team Tournament. It was that night that TNP Inc. started to turn some heads. It was that night that everyone saw Q and me as a threat. It was that night that we showed we were something without Jay in our corner. Tonight, we have the opportunity do it all once again. Imagine this for a second. Two teams, both of which had already competed in two matches respectively, go into a final match dog ass tired. Still, it is match of the night. Well, let me clue you in on a little something about tonight. We haven’t been through two other matches. We’re fresh. We’re ready for a fight and fighting is what we do best. Ain’t that right, sis?
Q stops her stretching and acknowledges Leah.
Q: I don’t know about ya’ll but that’s the name of the game. I walk around some of these locker rooms and I see everyone shaking hands and wishing each other the best of luck in their match. What? Isn’t the whole point of all of this to win? Is this not the end game to become a champion? Well, at least I know what’s up. I’m not here to make friends. I’m here to dump people on their necks all the while with a smile across my face. Tonight, that’s exactly what I’m going to do. You see, Thot Chocolate got the better of us before. That doesn’t mean they already have our number. TNP Inc. ain’t your run of the mill team that’s just going to bitch and moan after a loss, probably leave the business and eventual turn up again with the same act. Naw, we evolve. We’ve seen first-hand what Thot Chocolate has to offer so a “win” for them ain’t coming so easy. We know they can go in the ring but, to me, they are still too worried about the glitz and the glamour. This ain’t no runway and this ain’t no modeling show. This is where we go to fight. You won’t see some fancy ass promo from SILK as Cartier is on her hands and knees on a table in front of him. This isn’t euphemisms and off-handed remarks that, quite frankly, make Cartier look more like some second fiddle ‘thot’ to SILK. No disrespect Cartier to what ya’ll two’s dynamic is but that ain’t my cup of tea. What you see is what you get. I talk shit and I hit shit. That’s what I’m about. So, to get through TNP Inc. tonight, it’s going to take more than you spreading dem cheeks for SILK. It’s going to take you bringing it in the ring; something I know you’re capable of. You just don’t need all that fizzle when there ain’t gonna be no pop tonight.
With that Q glances back over to Leah.
Leah: What you see is what you get. We’re always ready for the fight and we’re not afraid to go down swinging. Get ready to throw dem Ws up because TNP Inc. has their eyes set on those Tag Titles.
Leah reaches out to the camera and smacks it away as the scene cuts back to the ring.
TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
TAG TEAM MATCH
Thot Chocolate (SILK and Cartier) (c's) vs. TNP Inc. (Leah and Q)
#TagTitles
TAG TEAM MATCH
Thot Chocolate (SILK and Cartier) (c's) vs. TNP Inc. (Leah and Q)
#TagTitles
The match begins with Q and Cartier in the ring to kick it off. After all their jaw jacking only 48 hours ago on Social Media, these two waste no time to lock up. Q manages to get the upper hand on Cartier and crashes her to the mat with an arm drag. Cartier is back up quickly only to be arm dragged once more to the mat by Q. Cartier pauses while getting up on one knee while Q motions for her to bring it. Cartier is up and charges for a clothesline but stops short to successfully fake Q out who ducked down to avoid it and now is met with a boot to her chest for her troubles that pops her back up. As she straightens out Cartier finishes off the clothesline that flattens Q and drops her on her back hard down to the mat. Cartier delivers some frustrated boots to her chest, feeling a way about those arm drags and then walks over and tags in her partner SILK. SILK moves in quickly as Q is up. SILK kicks her in the gut and drops her on her head with a snap DDT. SILK stands over her and starts to jirate his hips while rubbing his abs. He then drops down into a mount and starts drop hard right hands across Q’s face. She tries to block them with her arms but SILK grabs them and pins them under his legs so she’s wide open for every shot. After another five or six hard shots SILK gets up off of Q.
SILK starts pandering to the crowd and then walks to the corner and casually leans on the top turnbuckle and starts chatting with Cartier, totally ignoring Q as if she poses no threat. Q starts to stir and Cartier gives SILK a head nod towards her causing him to glance back. Her turns back to her and they keep talking. SILK starts backing up while still chatting with Cartier, perfectly timing himself to walk up to Q as she’s on one knee. SILK lifts her up and tosses her towards the ropes. She bounces off of them and comes towards SILK who tries a standing clothesline but she speeds underneath it and dives towards her corner, tagging in her partner Leah in quite the display of athleticism! Leah is in like a bat out of hell with a few stiff forearms to SILk that sends him stumbling back, followed by a dropkick that sends him through the middle rope to the outside! Cartier looks over at her partner but as she turns back to look towards the ring she is met with a flying forearm from Leah that send Cartier off the apron to the floor as well! Q is back into the ring as things are getting hectic and as SILK is getting up Q flies through the ropes with a perfect Topei Suicida that sends SILK backwards into the barricade! Q picks SILK up and tosses him under the ropes and back into the ring where Leah is waiting. SILK gets up though and turns back towards Q, yelling at her for not being legal but getting involved only to turn around and be dropped by Leah with a slingblade!
Q gets back up onto the apron and Leah comes over to make the tag, bringing her back in. Leah c limbs to the top rope and waits for SILK to get up and as he does she flies off with a crossbody that connects and she stays on top of SILK when they land for the cover!
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KICKOUT!
After SILK kicks out, he sits up and so Q hits the ropes and comes back with a front dropkick to his chest that sends him back down to the mat hard. Wanting to keep SILK grounded and the pace in their favor, Q brings SILK over to her team’s corner, tags Leah back in and both start taking turns chopping away at his chest while Cartier tries to enter the ring but the referee holds her off, explaining he’ll handle it. After Cartier argue, she realizes she isn’t getting anywhere and SILK’s chest is turning purple. She goes back onto the apron and the referee comes over to instruct Q out of the ring and back onto the apron to which she obliges. Leah keeps working over SILK in the corner as she’s now using right and left forearms that are as stiff as they come to deliver the message that TNP means business. Finally SILK slumps to the bottom turnbuckle from the forearms so Leah backs all the way up to the opposite end of the ring, looks at Cartier, says something to instigate her and runs full speed at SILK. Leah jumps extending both knees in front of her, aiming for SILK’s jaw but he collapses from exhaustion at the last second and Leah hits the second turnbuckle so hard with her knees that her head snaps forward into the top turnbuckle and she bounces back into the middle of the ring. SILK is now crawling towards his partner and he finally gets the tag to Cartier!
Cartier comes in with a massive lariat that almost takes off Leah’s head as she was getting to her feet! Q is in but is met with a right, then a left, then another right and then finally a sitout jawbreaker that sends Q flying backwards out of the ring under the bottom rope. Leah is back up and goes to turn Cartier around but is met with a stiff right hand that echoes through the arena and causes the crowd to cringe. Cartier starts yelling at Leah for talking smack earlier in the match and then she delivers an even more thunderous right hand that drops Leah to her ass on the mat. Cartier then comes in and penalty kicks Leah’s head off. Cartier continues through the motion to tag back in SILK who has a second wind. He lifts Leah up in a wheelbarrow position and signals Cartier to go the top. Cartier does so and flies off, nailing Leah with a codebreaker as she’s held up by SILK to complete their Sweet Tooth finisher! Q is up on the apron but Cartier charges and spears her through the second rope, sending both crashing down hard to the outside while SILK is the legal man and hooks Leah’s leg for the cover!
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2…
3!
Although they're frustrated by falling short again, TNP knew they were close. And even though Thot Chocolate is celebrating in their own very sure of themselves way, they keep shooting TNP glances as if they know theyre not done with this awesome combination yet. Finally they exchange a handshake in the middle of the ring, TNP making motions around their waists telling Thot Chocolate theyre not done chasing the tag team titles just yet, and Thot Chocolate telling them to bring it on.
The bell sounds and, in a rare showing of mutual respect these days, the two competitors shake hands in the center of the ring before backing up and getting into their respective stances. Stacy DeVille, always looking for an opening for a suplex, crouches low and keeps swiping her hand out toward her opponent, checking the range. Hammerstein looks more like he may want to win things quickly with a big knockout shot, he stands like a prize fighter with his hands up and keeps hopping from one foot to the next to keep his balance fresh. Stacy shoots on Hammy, but he successfully sprawls out of harm’s way, nearly catching Stacy in a front face lock in the process. Stacy grabs his arm and attempts an arm wringer into a hammerlock, but Hammerstein breaks the hold and the pair revert to their opening stances as the crowd smatters some applause on the technical display.
Hammerstein leaps at Stacy for a collar and elbow tie-up, and DeVille slithers out of his grip. She slides behind him with a rear waistlock, lifting him for a German suplex. Hammy has it scouted well and hooks his feet behind Stacy’s legs to prevent the execution. He works on her grip as her hands are clasped at his belly, separating them with his superior strength and now it’s him with the arm wringer. He rotates twice, sinking in the torque, and then jumps to yank Stacy’s arm down rapidly, trying to hyperextend the joint. DeVille absorbs the punishment, though you can see the pain on her face from the hold. When Hammerstein tries to once again wring the arm up and over, Stacy turns toward him and plants a foot in his midsection before falling backward and tossing Hammerstein in a monkey flip.
Hammerstein is up fast and he charges Stacy, but Stacy catches him with a deep arm drag. He tries again with the same result. This time, rather than releasing him, Stacy bears down on the arm while Hammerstein is stuck in a seated position, negating his size advantage. When Hammerstein starts to power out, Stacy drops the hold and buries a savate kick into Hammerstein’s back. Hammerstein howls with pain but when Stacy tries it a second time he spins on her with surprising agility, catching her foot by the heel. Hammerstein wastes no time and bursts upward with a hard, rising clothesline, dropping DeVille in a heap. Hammerstein drags DeVille up by the head, burying a forearm into her back for good measure. She stands up abruptly and throws a haymaker, but Hammerstein catches and traps the arm. She tries a left instead but he catches that one too, then slams his head into Stacy’s face repeatedly with ferocity. Stacy’s knees buckle from the onslaught, and Hammerstein grabs her around the waist and tosses her back with a gutwrech Hammerplex. Stacy arches her back off the mat but stays down. Hammerstein barrels forward and leaps, landing a heavy elbow drop onto Stacy’s solar plexus and then grabbing her far leg for a cover!
ONE!
TWO!
Stacy kicks out, but the toll of the match is plain to see as she struggles to roll to her front to avoid another attempt. DeVille gets to a knee before Hammerstein is on her again, grabbing her in a front chancery before shoving her into a corner at high impact. The turnbuckles rattle as her back collides with the ring, and Hammerstein doesn’t leave a moment for her to catch her breath before driving in like a wild locomotive with an avalanche splash. Stacy hangs limply from the corner and Hammerstein shoves her down to the canvas, once more laying his weight across her with a lateral press.
ONE!
TWO!
DeVille rolls a shoulder off the mat.
Hammerstein looks at the exhausted Stacy on the canvas and nods at her determination before getting to his feet and pulling DeVille up to hers as well. Stacy explodes with a sudden burst of palm strikes and leg kicks to Hammerstein, stunning him momentarily, but Hammerstein puts an end to it with a simple front kick to Stacy’s gut. DeVille doubles over and then eats a knee lift from Hammerstein who then deftly steps behind Stacy and grabs her in a full Nelson. Hammerstein lifts her up looking for his sitout full Nelson bomb, but Stacy wriggles free and drives a kick across his face to break loose. Hammerstein is staggered, and Stacy hits the ropes to come back with a high velocity roaring elbow! Hammerstein is sent hard to the mat, but is back up to a vertical base before the dead-on-her-feet DeVille can capitalize.
Hammerstein shakes away the cobwebs and advances on DeVille, but DeVille grabs him and spins him to the mat with a belly to belly suplex. Hammerstein presses his hand against the small of his back as he stands up, and Stacy grabs him again, pulling him over her head with a slick Northern Lights suplex and bridging for a pin.
ONE!
TWO!
Hammerstein kicks out with authority, getting to his knees quickly but eating a kick across the chest for his troubles. Before Hammerstein can recover, DeVille is off the ropes again and she drills him with a high speed hip attack. Hammerstein is rocked, but stays on his knees, so Stacy grabs him in a face lock and then flings herself backward to spike him with a DDT! Stacy rolls him over and covers!
ONE !
TWO!
Hammerstein kicks out just in time!
Both competitors get up on shaky legs while the crowd chants for them both and eggs them on with applause. They trade a couple lazy punches back and forth before Hammerstein goes for a Euopean uppercut. Stacy catches him and spins it into a backslide, as the ref leaps into position to make the count.
ONE!
TWO!
Hammerstein kicks out and gets to his feet in time to see Stacy flying toward him after hitting the ropes. He kitchen sinks her with a knee to the stomach and she somersaults over, landing on her backside and grabbing her midsection. She struggles up, using the ropes to pull herself to her feet, and Hammerstein rushes her before sending them both over the top rope with a cactus clothesline. Stacy crashes hard into the guardrail and is splayed out on the concrete floor as Hammerstein stands on the apron, then takes a few steps to gain momentum before leaping off with a somersault senton to the floor!
The crowd is totally hyped, chanting HOLY SHIT while the official starts with a ten count and both Stacy and Hammerstein squirm on the floor trying to get their breath. Hammerstein is first to his feet, and he grabs DeVille off the floor and tosses her back into the ring at the count of eight, following her in. Sucking wind, Hammerstein takes a moment to lean back in a corner to recuperate further, keeping his eyes on DeVille who’s yet to make a movement of any kind. Finally, Hammerstein flips the sweat-drenched hair from his face and stomps to the middle of the ring, grabbing a limp arm of DeVille’s and pulling her up. He locks his arms and lifts her up in the air, flipping her over his back in a Gory special, turning in a full circle so the entire crowd can soak in the visual. Then, he drives her down with the Hammersteiner 2.0!!!
Stacy floated through! She catches Hammerstein with a small package!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Stacy DeVille did it! She’s the number one contender!
But of course, that would be a much easier said than done task.
Both men waste almost no time in searching for a weapon out. This was an Iron Rules Match, after all. And with both men wanting victory, it seemed like the smart move to make.
Lio would get back into the ring with, once again, a chain. Equinox, amazingly, also has his own chain in his hands. The sight makes Lio smirk .. but after being briefly amused, the fight truly begins.
The Nightmare King is the first to act, swinging his chain down towards Equinox’s legs. With him having expected an attack on his upper body at first, the modified Russian Leg Sweep does catch him off-guard as he falls onto his back. Lio saunters towards Equinox, beginning to wrap his chain around his right hand as he does so. The Nightmare King hoists his opponent up, only to drop him right back down onto the mat with a brutal Spinebuster.
Despite all the punishment given to him so far, Equinox refuses to give up!
He takes a page from Lio’s book and sweeps him off his feet! While Lio is recovering and getting back to a standing position, Equinox uses his own chain and arm to lock a Fujiwara Armbar in.
Lio tries to swing his chain at Equinox’s midsection, but finds that the same arm trapped in the armbar is his chained one. He grimaces, not looking happy at the sneaky, cunning display from his opponent, and quickly begins working on a back-up plan. He takes advantage of knowing Equinox has to be close by before dragging him into one of the corners, ignoring the pain from the armbar. He presses a boot against Equinox’s chest, keeping him trapped against the corner while beginning to repeatedly punch Equinox anywhere his fist can reach! Face, gut, shoulders, arms, literally nowhere is safe.
As Lio starts to bring down his seventh or so punch, Equinox spits purple mist in his face! With Lio blinded long enough, he’s able to finish and land When Doves Cry, completing the technique with a Superkick right to the Nightmare King’s jaw!
A few expletives resound from The Nightmare King. To say he’s pissed is an understatement. Equinox takes advantage of Lio still trying to adjust his sight back to normal and hoists him up, landing a Codebreaker against the champion. Lio’s back arches in agony but he, too, refuses to give in.
Equinox does notice that Lio’s movements have considerably slowed down. Seeing another opportunity, he climbs up the ropes. Right as he jumps off, The Nightmare King just barely finishes getting rid of enough mist. He sees what his opponent is going for, but it’s a few seconds too late! Dark Kingdom (Swanton Bomb)!
Equinox hooks one of Lio’s legs!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
We have a new Iron Champion in Equinox and the Sanctum, as well as Lio Walsh is in shock!
We go back to Thad Balk and Filth Murphy at ringside, as the ring area is being cleaned up following the Iron Championship match.
We go back to Thad Balk and Filth Murphy at ringside, as the ring area is being cleaned up following the Iron Championship match.
TB: “What a struggle that was, certainly, as the Badd Breed has captured the Iron Championship in Elysium; congratulations to Equinox and what a stellar defense by Lio Walsh, who certainly is a threat to ANY championship in Elysium not just the Iron title. This is not the last we’ll see of the Nightmare King, I suspect!”
FM: “Never mind all that. Where is the champ?”
"Insanity Syndrome" by The Enigma TNG then hits, as if answering Filth’s question as the Wolf King of Elysium makes his way out to a thundering chorus of well-earned boos, Cheyenne Black as always at his side carrying the World Championship. They make their way into the ring and Cheyenne bullies the ring announcer into giving Miguel a microphone, as he stands center ring disdainfully looking around at his booing, ungrateful Kingdom. He raises a mic to his snarling lips, issuing a nasty rant in Spanish before Cheyenne Black takes the microphone from him.
“As your king refuses to speak any language but his native Spanish in his Kingdom..”
More boos.
“I will serve as a translator. The World Champion says that he is TIRED of waiting for his next victim, that he wants to break another dream much the same as he did to Gabe Shelley! As you can see he is dressed to compete, and he is INSULTED that he was not scheduled to defend his championship here at Frontline so he could demonstrate that only he is worthy of unquestioning loyalty in the Last Kingdom--”
Just at that moment, “Death Becomes Him” by Whitechapel roars over the speaker signaling the arrival of the owner of Elysium, Erik Holland! With a mic tucked into the back of his pants, Erik makes a big show of scratching his head before he grabs said microphone and starts to speak.
“It’s interesting, Miguel, here you and I are with plenty of television time remaining and you’re sitting up here whining about not having a match. Granted, you’ve had the World Championship for a real long time around here and obviously you got certain expectations as the champion, expectations which you’ve earned the right to have.”
Miguel nods approvingly.
“So I think I’ll oblige you, Miguel. You’re gonna have a match tonight after all, considering you’re dressed to wrestle.”
Miguel claps his hands, looking ready to fight.
“I got somebody in mind for you anyway..”
Holland waits a couple beats, and then Mecha God by Richie Branson takes over the PA! Stacy Deville throws back the curtain and walks out next to Erik Holland! Cheyenne Black looks a little nervous here, raising the World Title belt at the new number one contender.
“You wanted to defend your championship, right, puppy dog? You wanted to show how you’re the BEST? Well, fuck, considering Stacy Deville just became the number one contender, how ‘bout we dispense with screwing around and have us our World Championship match..”
The crowd ERUPTS again.
“RIGHT NOW! Ring the fuckin’ bell!”
A referee has joined Miguel in the ring and signals for the bell! At the same time, Stacy makes a BEELINE for the squared circle, levelling Cheyenne Black with a side belly to belly suplex on the floor before she comes face to face with a SEETHING Wolf King! They explode in a flurry of strikes!
TB: “World Title on the line, right now!”
FM: “WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING-”
FM: “Hit her with the belt! Punch the fucking ref! Do something!”
Miguel picks her up again, looking for one more La Mordida Del Lobo that will most assuredly finish this wild encounter but Stacy desperately punches him in the head until he drops her. She lands on her feet, DRILLING Miguel with another headbutt that staggers both competitors. With a war cry, Stacy delivers another chilling headbutt and then hooks Miguel, bringing him up and over in a high angle Northern Lights Suplex!
TB: “DEVILLE DRIVER TWO! DEVILLE DRIVER TWO! DID SHE GET ALL OF IT?!”
Stacy completes the bridge!
TB: “SHE GOT HIM! SHE GOT HIM! STACY DEVILLE HAS ACHIEVED THE DREAM OF A LIFETIME!”
FM: “*says nothing, totally stunned*”
Stacy IMMEDIATELY drops the bridge! She sits on her knees mid-ring covering her face as she’s clearly crying, her music playing over the bell ringing! The ref gets her attention and sits the World Championship in her lap, Stacy staring down at the faceplate with what looks like a blank look. Does she know where she is? Has she realized yet what she has just accomplished?
She clambers up to her feet, the title in her hand, still wiping tears off her face as she looks around at the cheering crowd, looks around at Miguel and Cheyenne Black retreating up the ramp. Erik Holland is gone, and she’s left alone to process what exactly just happened as the referee buckles the World Championship around her waist. He comes over and raises her hand now and Stacy lets off a SCREAM of triumph!
TB: “Fans, Stacy Deville is written forever in the Elysium history books! Not only has she ended the longest World Championship reign in Elysium history, she becomes the second female competitor EVER to capture Elysium’s top prize! She has worked so hard, even considered quitting the business before she got here and Stacy’s decision has indeed been gratified! Stacy Deville, from Portland, Oregon on her first try becomes the top dog in the Last Kingdom!”
A replay of the end of the match is shown, and then the camera cuts to Stacy on top of the ramp, World title over her head, roaring out a challenge.
TB: “Goodnight, Toronto! Stacy is the champ!”
WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP NUMBER 1 CONTENDER'S MATCH
Stacy Deville vs. Hammerstein
#NumberOneContender
The bell sounds and, in a rare showing of mutual respect these days, the two competitors shake hands in the center of the ring before backing up and getting into their respective stances. Stacy DeVille, always looking for an opening for a suplex, crouches low and keeps swiping her hand out toward her opponent, checking the range. Hammerstein looks more like he may want to win things quickly with a big knockout shot, he stands like a prize fighter with his hands up and keeps hopping from one foot to the next to keep his balance fresh. Stacy shoots on Hammy, but he successfully sprawls out of harm’s way, nearly catching Stacy in a front face lock in the process. Stacy grabs his arm and attempts an arm wringer into a hammerlock, but Hammerstein breaks the hold and the pair revert to their opening stances as the crowd smatters some applause on the technical display.
Hammerstein leaps at Stacy for a collar and elbow tie-up, and DeVille slithers out of his grip. She slides behind him with a rear waistlock, lifting him for a German suplex. Hammy has it scouted well and hooks his feet behind Stacy’s legs to prevent the execution. He works on her grip as her hands are clasped at his belly, separating them with his superior strength and now it’s him with the arm wringer. He rotates twice, sinking in the torque, and then jumps to yank Stacy’s arm down rapidly, trying to hyperextend the joint. DeVille absorbs the punishment, though you can see the pain on her face from the hold. When Hammerstein tries to once again wring the arm up and over, Stacy turns toward him and plants a foot in his midsection before falling backward and tossing Hammerstein in a monkey flip.
Hammerstein is up fast and he charges Stacy, but Stacy catches him with a deep arm drag. He tries again with the same result. This time, rather than releasing him, Stacy bears down on the arm while Hammerstein is stuck in a seated position, negating his size advantage. When Hammerstein starts to power out, Stacy drops the hold and buries a savate kick into Hammerstein’s back. Hammerstein howls with pain but when Stacy tries it a second time he spins on her with surprising agility, catching her foot by the heel. Hammerstein wastes no time and bursts upward with a hard, rising clothesline, dropping DeVille in a heap. Hammerstein drags DeVille up by the head, burying a forearm into her back for good measure. She stands up abruptly and throws a haymaker, but Hammerstein catches and traps the arm. She tries a left instead but he catches that one too, then slams his head into Stacy’s face repeatedly with ferocity. Stacy’s knees buckle from the onslaught, and Hammerstein grabs her around the waist and tosses her back with a gutwrech Hammerplex. Stacy arches her back off the mat but stays down. Hammerstein barrels forward and leaps, landing a heavy elbow drop onto Stacy’s solar plexus and then grabbing her far leg for a cover!
ONE!
TWO!
Stacy kicks out, but the toll of the match is plain to see as she struggles to roll to her front to avoid another attempt. DeVille gets to a knee before Hammerstein is on her again, grabbing her in a front chancery before shoving her into a corner at high impact. The turnbuckles rattle as her back collides with the ring, and Hammerstein doesn’t leave a moment for her to catch her breath before driving in like a wild locomotive with an avalanche splash. Stacy hangs limply from the corner and Hammerstein shoves her down to the canvas, once more laying his weight across her with a lateral press.
ONE!
TWO!
DeVille rolls a shoulder off the mat.
Hammerstein looks at the exhausted Stacy on the canvas and nods at her determination before getting to his feet and pulling DeVille up to hers as well. Stacy explodes with a sudden burst of palm strikes and leg kicks to Hammerstein, stunning him momentarily, but Hammerstein puts an end to it with a simple front kick to Stacy’s gut. DeVille doubles over and then eats a knee lift from Hammerstein who then deftly steps behind Stacy and grabs her in a full Nelson. Hammerstein lifts her up looking for his sitout full Nelson bomb, but Stacy wriggles free and drives a kick across his face to break loose. Hammerstein is staggered, and Stacy hits the ropes to come back with a high velocity roaring elbow! Hammerstein is sent hard to the mat, but is back up to a vertical base before the dead-on-her-feet DeVille can capitalize.
Hammerstein shakes away the cobwebs and advances on DeVille, but DeVille grabs him and spins him to the mat with a belly to belly suplex. Hammerstein presses his hand against the small of his back as he stands up, and Stacy grabs him again, pulling him over her head with a slick Northern Lights suplex and bridging for a pin.
ONE!
TWO!
Hammerstein kicks out with authority, getting to his knees quickly but eating a kick across the chest for his troubles. Before Hammerstein can recover, DeVille is off the ropes again and she drills him with a high speed hip attack. Hammerstein is rocked, but stays on his knees, so Stacy grabs him in a face lock and then flings herself backward to spike him with a DDT! Stacy rolls him over and covers!
ONE !
TWO!
Hammerstein kicks out just in time!
Both competitors get up on shaky legs while the crowd chants for them both and eggs them on with applause. They trade a couple lazy punches back and forth before Hammerstein goes for a Euopean uppercut. Stacy catches him and spins it into a backslide, as the ref leaps into position to make the count.
ONE!
TWO!
Hammerstein kicks out and gets to his feet in time to see Stacy flying toward him after hitting the ropes. He kitchen sinks her with a knee to the stomach and she somersaults over, landing on her backside and grabbing her midsection. She struggles up, using the ropes to pull herself to her feet, and Hammerstein rushes her before sending them both over the top rope with a cactus clothesline. Stacy crashes hard into the guardrail and is splayed out on the concrete floor as Hammerstein stands on the apron, then takes a few steps to gain momentum before leaping off with a somersault senton to the floor!
The crowd is totally hyped, chanting HOLY SHIT while the official starts with a ten count and both Stacy and Hammerstein squirm on the floor trying to get their breath. Hammerstein is first to his feet, and he grabs DeVille off the floor and tosses her back into the ring at the count of eight, following her in. Sucking wind, Hammerstein takes a moment to lean back in a corner to recuperate further, keeping his eyes on DeVille who’s yet to make a movement of any kind. Finally, Hammerstein flips the sweat-drenched hair from his face and stomps to the middle of the ring, grabbing a limp arm of DeVille’s and pulling her up. He locks his arms and lifts her up in the air, flipping her over his back in a Gory special, turning in a full circle so the entire crowd can soak in the visual. Then, he drives her down with the Hammersteiner 2.0!!!
Stacy floated through! She catches Hammerstein with a small package!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Stacy DeVille did it! She’s the number one contender!
IRON CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
IRON RULES MATCH
#IRONCHAMPIONSHIP
Equinox vs. Lio Walsh (c)
The main event was here, and the Last Kingdom was absolutely ecstatic to see what Equinox and Lio Walsh would bring to this evening’s fight. The Nightmare King was still very eager to retain what he adamantly viewed as his title, while Equinox was equally as determined to yank it out of Lio’s hands. IRON RULES MATCH
#IRONCHAMPIONSHIP
Equinox vs. Lio Walsh (c)
But of course, that would be a much easier said than done task.
Both men waste almost no time in searching for a weapon out. This was an Iron Rules Match, after all. And with both men wanting victory, it seemed like the smart move to make.
Lio would get back into the ring with, once again, a chain. Equinox, amazingly, also has his own chain in his hands. The sight makes Lio smirk .. but after being briefly amused, the fight truly begins.
The Nightmare King is the first to act, swinging his chain down towards Equinox’s legs. With him having expected an attack on his upper body at first, the modified Russian Leg Sweep does catch him off-guard as he falls onto his back. Lio saunters towards Equinox, beginning to wrap his chain around his right hand as he does so. The Nightmare King hoists his opponent up, only to drop him right back down onto the mat with a brutal Spinebuster.
Despite all the punishment given to him so far, Equinox refuses to give up!
He takes a page from Lio’s book and sweeps him off his feet! While Lio is recovering and getting back to a standing position, Equinox uses his own chain and arm to lock a Fujiwara Armbar in.
Lio tries to swing his chain at Equinox’s midsection, but finds that the same arm trapped in the armbar is his chained one. He grimaces, not looking happy at the sneaky, cunning display from his opponent, and quickly begins working on a back-up plan. He takes advantage of knowing Equinox has to be close by before dragging him into one of the corners, ignoring the pain from the armbar. He presses a boot against Equinox’s chest, keeping him trapped against the corner while beginning to repeatedly punch Equinox anywhere his fist can reach! Face, gut, shoulders, arms, literally nowhere is safe.
As Lio starts to bring down his seventh or so punch, Equinox spits purple mist in his face! With Lio blinded long enough, he’s able to finish and land When Doves Cry, completing the technique with a Superkick right to the Nightmare King’s jaw!
A few expletives resound from The Nightmare King. To say he’s pissed is an understatement. Equinox takes advantage of Lio still trying to adjust his sight back to normal and hoists him up, landing a Codebreaker against the champion. Lio’s back arches in agony but he, too, refuses to give in.
Equinox does notice that Lio’s movements have considerably slowed down. Seeing another opportunity, he climbs up the ropes. Right as he jumps off, The Nightmare King just barely finishes getting rid of enough mist. He sees what his opponent is going for, but it’s a few seconds too late! Dark Kingdom (Swanton Bomb)!
Equinox hooks one of Lio’s legs!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
We have a new Iron Champion in Equinox and the Sanctum, as well as Lio Walsh is in shock!
We go back to Thad Balk and Filth Murphy at ringside, as the ring area is being cleaned up following the Iron Championship match.
We go back to Thad Balk and Filth Murphy at ringside, as the ring area is being cleaned up following the Iron Championship match.
TB: “What a struggle that was, certainly, as the Badd Breed has captured the Iron Championship in Elysium; congratulations to Equinox and what a stellar defense by Lio Walsh, who certainly is a threat to ANY championship in Elysium not just the Iron title. This is not the last we’ll see of the Nightmare King, I suspect!”
FM: “Never mind all that. Where is the champ?”
"Insanity Syndrome" by The Enigma TNG then hits, as if answering Filth’s question as the Wolf King of Elysium makes his way out to a thundering chorus of well-earned boos, Cheyenne Black as always at his side carrying the World Championship. They make their way into the ring and Cheyenne bullies the ring announcer into giving Miguel a microphone, as he stands center ring disdainfully looking around at his booing, ungrateful Kingdom. He raises a mic to his snarling lips, issuing a nasty rant in Spanish before Cheyenne Black takes the microphone from him.
“As your king refuses to speak any language but his native Spanish in his Kingdom..”
More boos.
“I will serve as a translator. The World Champion says that he is TIRED of waiting for his next victim, that he wants to break another dream much the same as he did to Gabe Shelley! As you can see he is dressed to compete, and he is INSULTED that he was not scheduled to defend his championship here at Frontline so he could demonstrate that only he is worthy of unquestioning loyalty in the Last Kingdom--”
Just at that moment, “Death Becomes Him” by Whitechapel roars over the speaker signaling the arrival of the owner of Elysium, Erik Holland! With a mic tucked into the back of his pants, Erik makes a big show of scratching his head before he grabs said microphone and starts to speak.
“It’s interesting, Miguel, here you and I are with plenty of television time remaining and you’re sitting up here whining about not having a match. Granted, you’ve had the World Championship for a real long time around here and obviously you got certain expectations as the champion, expectations which you’ve earned the right to have.”
Miguel nods approvingly.
“So I think I’ll oblige you, Miguel. You’re gonna have a match tonight after all, considering you’re dressed to wrestle.”
Miguel claps his hands, looking ready to fight.
“I got somebody in mind for you anyway..”
Holland waits a couple beats, and then Mecha God by Richie Branson takes over the PA! Stacy Deville throws back the curtain and walks out next to Erik Holland! Cheyenne Black looks a little nervous here, raising the World Title belt at the new number one contender.
“You wanted to defend your championship, right, puppy dog? You wanted to show how you’re the BEST? Well, fuck, considering Stacy Deville just became the number one contender, how ‘bout we dispense with screwing around and have us our World Championship match..”
The crowd ERUPTS again.
“RIGHT NOW! Ring the fuckin’ bell!”
A referee has joined Miguel in the ring and signals for the bell! At the same time, Stacy makes a BEELINE for the squared circle, levelling Cheyenne Black with a side belly to belly suplex on the floor before she comes face to face with a SEETHING Wolf King! They explode in a flurry of strikes!
TB: “World Title on the line, right now!”
FM: “WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING-”
MAIN EVENT
WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP
Miguel Villailobos vs. Stacy Deville
Miguel SMOKES her with a spinning backfist and attempts to put her away early with a series of power moves! A T-bone suplex, a Brainbuster and a Sambo suplex all seperately rattle the body of the Mama Bear but they each only get a two count as Stacy emphatically kicks out of each! Boos rain down on the Wolf King as he continues to batter Stacy around the ring leaving us wondering just how much she had left after that war with Hammerstein earlier in the program!
But she’s sure showing us what she’s got as she continues to kick out of the devastating power arsenal of Miguel! Eventually she’s up on her knees with Miguel yelling “¡no te levantes! (STAY DOWN!)”, with two handfuls of her hair tight in his fists! Stacy, shaking, lip quivering, stares him right in the face before drilling him between the eyes with a headbutt! The Mama Bear has her claws out now as she unleashes a torrent of suplexes, throwing Miguel all around the ring and on his head several times as well! Six rolling german suplexes that the crowd counts along with gets a two count! An attempt at Miguel’s Ay Dos Mio chokebomb gets countered into Stacy’s Oregon Trail, her rotating powerslam that gets another two! And a Snap Piledriver gets a NEAR three count if it weren’t for a finally recovered Cheyenne Black putting Miguel’s foot on the ropes! Stacy immediately dives out of the ring and chases Cheyenne Black, chasing her in a lap around the ring before Cheyenne dives under the ropes! Stacy is in hot pursuit but runs right into Miguel who spikes her with a double arm DDT! He HAULS Stacy up, spitting and roaring and then delivers La Mordida Del Lobo center of the ring! Leg hook!
1..
2..
STACY KICKED OUT AND THE ROOF HAS BLOWN OFF THE SANCTUM.
TB: “No one has EVER done that! No one has ever kicked out of La Mordida Del Lobo!”
FM: “Hit her with the belt! Punch the fucking ref! Do something!”
Miguel picks her up again, looking for one more La Mordida Del Lobo that will most assuredly finish this wild encounter but Stacy desperately punches him in the head until he drops her. She lands on her feet, DRILLING Miguel with another headbutt that staggers both competitors. With a war cry, Stacy delivers another chilling headbutt and then hooks Miguel, bringing him up and over in a high angle Northern Lights Suplex!
TB: “DEVILLE DRIVER TWO! DEVILLE DRIVER TWO! DID SHE GET ALL OF IT?!”
Stacy completes the bridge!
1..
2...
3!!!
TB: “SHE GOT HIM! SHE GOT HIM! STACY DEVILLE HAS ACHIEVED THE DREAM OF A LIFETIME!”
FM: “*says nothing, totally stunned*”
Stacy IMMEDIATELY drops the bridge! She sits on her knees mid-ring covering her face as she’s clearly crying, her music playing over the bell ringing! The ref gets her attention and sits the World Championship in her lap, Stacy staring down at the faceplate with what looks like a blank look. Does she know where she is? Has she realized yet what she has just accomplished?
She clambers up to her feet, the title in her hand, still wiping tears off her face as she looks around at the cheering crowd, looks around at Miguel and Cheyenne Black retreating up the ramp. Erik Holland is gone, and she’s left alone to process what exactly just happened as the referee buckles the World Championship around her waist. He comes over and raises her hand now and Stacy lets off a SCREAM of triumph!
TB: “Fans, Stacy Deville is written forever in the Elysium history books! Not only has she ended the longest World Championship reign in Elysium history, she becomes the second female competitor EVER to capture Elysium’s top prize! She has worked so hard, even considered quitting the business before she got here and Stacy’s decision has indeed been gratified! Stacy Deville, from Portland, Oregon on her first try becomes the top dog in the Last Kingdom!”
A replay of the end of the match is shown, and then the camera cuts to Stacy on top of the ramp, World title over her head, roaring out a challenge.
TB: “Goodnight, Toronto! Stacy is the champ!”
