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(OWA intro plays.)

 

(The OWA Game Over video package plays, displaying the top rivalries and matches for tonight’s event. The Omega Heavyweight Title match, the tag team turmoil, the television championship match and of course the main event for the OWA World Championship.)

 

Voice-Over: And now… the OWA Network presents… GAAAAAAAAAAAAAME OVEEEEEEEEEEEEEER!!!

 

(Pyrotechnics explode from the stage as the crowd goes wild. When they stop, “Hail to the Victor” by 30 Seconds to Mars plays as we pan around the soldout XL Center.)

 

Lance Hart: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WELCOME TO GAME OVER!! I AM LANCE HART JOINED AS ALWAYS BY MORGAN SHAW, AND WE ARE IN FOR ONE HELL OF A SHOW TONIGHT!

 

Morgan Shaw: WE ARE GOING TO SEE TWO NEWLY CREATED CHAMPIONSHIPS DEFENDED TONIGHT, BOTH OF THE WORLD TITLES WILL BE ON THE LINE! THERE’S GOING TO BE A LOT OF HISTORY BEING MADE!

 

Lance Hart: HOW ABOUT WE STOP CHATTING ABOUT IT AND START WITNESSING IT, EH?! LET’S TAKE IT ACROSS TO THE ALWAYS WONDERFUL JULIANNA DEMARCO FOR OUR FIRST MATCH!

 

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DeMarco: The following contest is a Tag Team Turmoil match. Two teams start, when one is eliminated a new team comes to the ring until all participating teams have competed. The last remaining team will be crowned inaugural Bloodline Tag Team Champions.

 

(“BAD and Boujee” by Migos ft. Lil Uzi Vert & Michael Jackson erupts from the speakers as Bad News Bart & Boujie Alan bop out from behind the curtain. Boujie’s shirt reads “Suge Knight” while Bart’s reads “An Unregistered Firearm”. Both have “The Greatest Collab Since” printed across the back.)

 

DeMarco: Introducing first, the team of Bad News Bart and Boujie Alan… BAD AND BOUJIE!!!

 

(“My Generation” by The Who begins to play as Stefan St. Sigmund enters the stage. He is startled by a warm reception from the crowd and looks ready to buckle out of sheer anxiety.)

 

DeMarco: And their opponents, the team of Stefan St. Sigmund and his mystery partner…

 

(“Rainmaker” by Yonosuke Kitamura echoes throughout the stadium as red smoke begins to fill the stage. Out from behind the curtain emerges a figure…)

 

DeMarco: ...CARLOS ROOOSSSSSSSSOOOOOOOOO!!!

 

Shaw: WHAT THE HELL!?!?!?

 

Hart: I CAN’T BELIEVE IT! CARLOS ROSSO IS HERE, HE’S COMPETING IN AN OWA RING!

 

Shaw: WHY IS HE?!? HE CAN’T BE! HE CAN’T! THIS MAN JUST RECENTLY WALKED OUT ON A **WORLD** CHAMPIONSHIP IN EAW AND FOR WHAT!?!? TO BE HERE AS STEFAN ST. SIGMUND’S TAG PARTNER?!? NOTHING MAKES SENSE ANYMORE!

 

(DING! DING! DING!)

 

Hart: Carlos sends Stefan out to apron as he confronts Boujie Alan in the ring. The two square up in the centre of the ring. If looks could kill that Alan would be dead already but he is not letting the big name star intimidate him here. Boujie Alan isn’t scared he… HE HIGHTAILS IT TO THE CORNER AND TAGS IN BAD NEWS BART!

 

Shaw: Good strategy. Alan is conserving himself, as one of the first teams out this is going to be a long night if they are wanting the belts. Bart should be a good physical match up here for Carlos anyway. Bart swings a lariat, ducked by Rosso who catches him around the waist. DEADLIFT GERMAN SUPLEX! AND HE DOESN’T RELEASE IT! CARLOS BACK TO HIS FEET AND HITS A SECOND GERMAN SUPLEX! AND AGAIN! HE RELEASES AFTER THE THIRD AND SENDS BAD NEWS BART TUMBLING BACK INTO HIS CORNER! BOUJIE MAKES THE TAG!

 

Hart: Boujie bursts out of the corner with gusto but Carlos will sidestep him and send Alan over for an ipponzeoi throw. AND NOW CARLOS LOOKS TO SIT DEEP IN THE SADDLE! THE ROSSO RECLINER!!! THE LEGENDARY STRAIGHT JACKET CAMEL CLUTCH IS LOCKED IN AND I CANNOT SEE AN EASY ESCAPE FOR BOUJIE ALAN! HIS HANDS ARE TIED! CARLOS IS THE BIGGER AND STRONGER MAN! IT’S ONLY A MATTER OF TIME BEFORE WE HEAR A VERBAL SUBMISSION HERE!!!

 

Shaw: Don’t be so sure about that. I have it on good authority that at any given time Boujie Alan is numbed by, on average, 83% of pain due to the sheer volume of prescription painkillers circulating in his blood. As you can see he is pushing through whatever Carlos is laying on him right now as he edges forwards toward the ropes. Boujie opens his mouth wide… AND HE BITES DOWN ON THE BOTTOM ROPE! HE’S MADE IT!!!

 

Referee: ONE!... TWO!... THREE!... FOUR!...

 

Hart: Carlos is forced to release the hold and Boujie Alan begins to drag himself up to his feet with the aid of the ropes. ROSSO UNLOADS A BIG SHOOT KICK! CORRECTION!!! A FLURRY OF THEM ONE AFTER THE OTHER, JUST PULVERISING BOUJIE ALAN WITH VICIOUS INTENT! BUT BOUJIE!!! BOUJIE SOMEHOW CATCHES THE LEG! LEG STUNNER BY BOUJIE ALAN AND CARLOS ROSSO IS SENT STAGGERING BACK FAVOURING HIS KNEE! BOUJIE ALAN GOING ON THE OFFENSIVE NOW WITH A DISCUS SLAP TO THE CHEEK!!!

 

Shaw: Ok that might have been a mistake… ONE HIT KILL! ROSSO SWINGS AN OVERHAND RIGHT TO THE JAW! Or, more accurately, to where he expects a jaw to be. No Chin Magic claims another victim and Boujie seizes on the opening FOR A FACETAT HEADBUTT! CARLOS IS ROCKED! BOUJIE LINES HIMSELF UP… THE KUSHPRINT III. IT MISSES IT’S MARK AS CARLOS ZIPS AROUND IT! HE HAS THE WRIST… SOUTHERN LARIAT!!! DUCKED BY BOUJIE WHO ISOLATES THE ARM AND FOLLOWS WITH A COUNTER OF HIS OWN! DOUBLE KNEE ARMBREAKER!!! INTO THE ROLLING ARM SNAP! CARLOS WHEELS AWAY IN PAIN AND MAKES THE TAG!

 

Hart: Stefan St. Sigmund exits the corner with a composure that we don’t often see from him. S-S-Sliding D, the running forearm connects. Boujie rolls back to his feet but St. Sigmund hits the ropes for another run, again taking him down with the forearm. Now Stefan dragfs him up from behind LOOKING FOR THE S-S-SNAKE BITE! HE’S LOOKING FOR THE BRIDGING COBRA CLUTCH BUT THERE IS NO CHIN TO LACE THE ARM UNDER, HE CAN’T CINCH IT IN… BOUJIE SLIPS FREE! THE KUSHPRINT III!!! IT’S LANDS FLUSH ON ST. SIGMUND’S CHIN AND THAT BOY IS OUT! CARLOS TRIES TO GET IN THERE BUT BART REACTS QUICKER AND BIG BOOTS HIM OFF THE APRON! BOUJIE MAKES THE COVER!

 

Referee: ONE!... TWO!... THREE!!!

 

DeMarco: Stefan St. Sigmund and Carlos Rosso have been eliminated.

 

Shaw: BOUJIE ALAN JUST BEAT CARLOS ROSSO! IT’S HAPPENING! **IT’S HAPPENING**

 

Carlos Rosso (off-mic): WHAT THE FUCK STEFAN!? I BARELY LEFT THE RING AND YOU FUCK IT ALL UP JUST LIKE THAT!

 

(“Beware” by Panjabi MC ft. Jay Z hits the speakers as The Bollywood World Order enters the stage. Each wears trunks with the image of a flaming pickle printed over the crotch. Hussein Al-Hussein raises a microphone.)

 

Hussein: HAH! THE PATHETIC AMERICAN CARLOS ROSSO AND HIS POOR DEGENERATE FRIEND HAVE FAILED JUST LIKE THE US ECONOMY WHEN EMBARGOED FROM SAUDI OIL IN 1973! But enough about you weak Americans. Now entering the match that they will surely win for the 1.3 BILLION people of the great nation of India and the MANY BILLIONS more to be found in the bank accounts of Saudi Princelings worldwide… Bada Dik Baap and The Mediocre Khaled… THE BOLLYWOOD WORLD ORDER!!!

 

Hart: Bada Dik Baap knocks shoulders with Carlos in what looked like a deliberate slight as they cross on the ramp. Carlos goes to say something but Stefan manages to calm him down as The Bollywood World Order continue laughing towards the ring.

 

Shaw: Hang on a minute…

 

Hart: Huh?

 

Shaw: CARLOS ROSSO SPRINTS RIGHT BACK DOWN THE RAMP! HE TOSSES ASIDE BOTH SINGH BROTHERS INTO THE BARRICADES! KHALED LOOKS TO INTERCEPT HIM… ROSSO REVOLVER!!! THE SPINNING BACK ELBOW CONNECTS AND THE BIG MAN DROPS LIKE A VERY VERY BIG SACK OF POTATOES!!! AND HERE IS BADA DIK BAAP! HE CATCHES CARLOS FROM BEHIND IN THE COBRA CLUTCH AS HUSSEIN WORKS THE MIDSECTION WITH STRIKES! BUT CARLOS DOESN’T LOOK LIKE HE CAN BE HELD! HE IS INCENSED RIGHT NOW!!!

 

Hart: IPPONSEOI!!! CARLOS TOSSES BAAP RIGHT THROUGH HUSSEIN AND NOW DRAGS BADA DIK BAAP UP FROM BEHIND WHILST CLUTCHING THE WRIST… THE SOUTHERN LARIAT!!! THE STRONGEST ARM IN OWA CONNECTS AND THE BOLLYWOOD WORLD ORDER HAVE BEEN WIPED OUT BEFORE THEIR TURN IN THIS MATCH HAS EVEN BEGUN!

 

Shaw: Carlos rolls Bada under the bottom rope and into the ring. Bada Dik Baap is probably in no condition to compete right now but the official has no choice but to hurry this match along. Boujie realises what has just happened and drops down for the pin.

 

Referee: ONE!... TWO!... THREE!!!

 

DeMarco: The Bollywood World Order has been eliminated.

 

Hussein: WHO TOLD YOU TO SPEAK YOU AMERICAN WHORE!!?!?

 

(“Caterpillar” by Royce Da 5’9” ft. Eminem hits the soundsystem as Scott Oasis and Mike Bishop enter surrounded by a large entourage of trainers and advisors. All are decked in black with “Big Oasis Brand” hoodies.)

 

Hart: A big entrance for a team that many believe have a big shot at coming away with the gold here tonight. Bishop takes to the apron as Oasis slowly enters the ring, not taking his eyes off Boujie Alan all the while. Boujie stares back, eyes twitching in deranged fashion. I’m not sure if he’s about to turn and run here or… BOUJIE LUNGES DIRECTLY AT SCOTT OASIS!!!

 

Shaw: Both men clasp hands in a test of strength. Familiar territory for a man like Scott Oasis but not so much Boujie Alan who is quickly becoming overpowered… FACE TAT! BOUJIE ALAN HITS THE HEADBUTT ON SCOTT OASIS BUT OASIS HASN’T MOVED A MUSCLE! BOUJIE DROPS TO HIS KNEES AS A SEARING PAIN PAIN SHOOTS THROUGH HIS BRAIN BUT NOW IT IS SCOTT OASIS LOOKING RATHER ANNOYED THAT BOUJIE EVEN TRIED THAT TRICK.

 

Hart: SNAP HEADBUTT OF HIS OWN FROM SCOTT OASIS AND BOUJIE ALAN DROPS RIGHT DOWN TO THE CANVAS! Scott Oasis leans down and hoists Boujie up, raising him directly above his head in the military press. Scott is looking to fit in some light exercise here as he raises Boujie up and down again several times in a remarkable display of strength… AND HE DROPS HIM DOWN INTO THE GUTCHECK!!!  BOUJIE ALAN LOOKS LIKE HE WANTS TO BE SICK, HE IS JUST HEAVING AND SPLUTTERING ALL OVER THE PLACE AND YOU CAN TELL THAT OASIS REALLY WINDED HIM THERE! BOUJIE ROLLS TO HIS CORNER AND MAKES THE TAG.

 

Shaw: Bad News Bart steps into the ring and heads at Scott Oasis. AND HE LAYS INTO HIM WITH A STIFF RIGHT HAND TO THE JAW! OASIS CLOCKS HIM BACK WITH A RIGHT OF HIS OWN! BART AGAIN! OASIS! BOTH MEN JUST TRADING BLOW FOR BLOW IN A WAR OF ATTRITION BUT IS THIS THE RIGHT STRATEGY FOR BART AS OASIS IS THE FRESH MAN!?!? NO!!! OASIS CAUGHT HIM HARD!!! BART PULLS HIM INTO THE CLINCH TO  TRY AND BUY SOME TIME BUT OASIS WRAPS HIS ARMS AROUND THE WAIST AND LIFTS HIM UP… SPINEBUSTER!!! Bart has been laid out spine right at the feet of Scott Oasis.

 

Oasis: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

 

Hart: AND THERE IS THE BATTLE CRY OF THE ICEMAN!!! SCOTT OASIS GRIPS BAD NEWS BART IN THE IRON CLAW AND JUST DEADLIFTS HIM OFF THE CANVAS WITH ONE HAND! ONE HAND!!! BEFORE SLAMMING HIM BACK DOWN IN THE CENTRE OF THE RING! MIKE BISHOP BURSTS OUT OF THE CORNER TO CATCH BOUJIE ALAN OFF THE APRON WITH A HARD ELBOW AND OASIS DROPS TO MAKE THE COVER!

 

Referee: ONE!... TWO!... THREE!!!

 

DeMarco: Bad ‘N’ Boujie have been eliminated.

 

(“I Want Candy” by Aaron Carter hits the speakers before promptly being drowned out by the fans singing along out of tune. Jessica Rose and Savannah Sunshine race down the ramp.)

 

DeMarco: Now making their way to the ring… THE SUGAR GIRLS!!!

 

Shaw: Getting to the late stages of this match and the Sugar Girls enter at quite an opportune stage. At least, it would have been opportune if any other team came up before them just now. Scott Oasis pretty much single-handedly dismantled Bad ‘N’ Boujie without so much as breaking a sweat. I would NOT want to face up against him and Mike right now, especially with a fresh Wolvesden waiting on the horizon.

 

Hart: You might be right, Morgan, but The Sugar Girls cannot afford to think along those lines right now. After a brief discussion between the girls, it looks like Savannah Sunshine will be the first to face off against Scott Oasis. It’s a cagey affair. With each step forward that Oasis takes, Savannah makes a nervous hop backwards to maintain distance. The ring is only so big, however, and Sunshine is slowly finding herself corralled into a corner. OASIS CHARGES AT HER! Sunshine flips out onto the apron as Oasis harmless shoulder thrusts the turnbuckle. ENZUIGIRI! SHE LANDS IT FLUSH OVER THE ROPES AND OASIS STUMBLES BACK FROM THAT PINPOINT STRIKE!

 

Shaw: Savannah follows up with a springboard crossbody BUT SCOTT OASIS PLUCKS HER RIGHT OUT OF THE AIR! HE CAUGHT HER AND NOW SUNSHINE IS IN A VERY BAD SPOT AS OASIS JUST MANHANDLES HER AND REPOSITIONS THE  PRINCES OF CANDYLAND RIGHT ACROSS HIS SHOULDERS!!! HE IS GOING TO SPIKE HER ON HER HEAD WITH THE SEEK AND DESTROY! BAH GAWD!!! SAVANNAH SUNSHINE SLIPS FREE AND PULLS THE LEG OUT FROM UNDER SCOTT OASIS! IT’S A KNEE BAR!!! SHE’S GOT  IT CINCHED IN RIGHT IN THE CENTRE OF THE RING!

 

Hart: It doesn’t always matter how big and strong you are. Everybody is the same height when they are down on the canvas like this and dear god don’t you know getting the ligaments pulled from the bone like this will put anybody in serious pain. Mike Bishop hits the ring and breaks it up with a falling hammerfist to Savannah. Jessica Rose joins to even the odds AND TAKES OUT BISHOP WITH A RUNNING LEG LARIAT!!! Scott Oasis catches her from behind AND TOSSES JESSICA UP OFF THE CANVAS  AND INTO THE TORTURE RACK! BENDING AND TWISTING AND CRUNCHING THE VERTEBRAE IN HER SPINE AS JESSICA ROSE LETS UP A YELP!

 

Shaw: BUT HERE’S SUNSHINE… STARBURST!!! THE BICYCLE KICK CONNECTS FLUSH BUT SCOTT OASIS DOESN’T QUITE GO DOWN LIKE MOST MEN WOULD! HE DROPS DOWN TO A KNEE. JESSICA ROSE BREAKS FREE AND PULLS UP BEHIND HIM TO TRY AND HOLD HIM DOWN WITH A REAR CHINLOCK! Meanwhile, Savannah Sunshine is setting up for something big… THE SHINIEST RAINBOW!!! BUT IT IS A DISASTER! SCOTT OASIS MANAGES TO DUCK IT AND JESSICA ROSE EATS ALL OF THAT KNEE FROM SAVANNAH SUNSHINE! SAVANNAH IS HORRIFIED! SHE LOOKS LIKE SHE JUST WANTS THE GROUND TO OPEN UP AND SWALLOW HER RIGHT NOW!!!

 

Hart: THINK FAST! Scott Oasis with the clubbing blow to the back of Savannah Sunshine’s head and he tosses her into the corner. The HUGE shoulder thrusts start coming in now and Savannah is being positively crushed against the turnbuckles. She’s beaten up. She can’t breath. She has just accidentally kneed her close friend and tag team partner in the face and with each blow from Scott Oasis you can almost hear the Sugar Girls’ hopes of being Bloodline Tag Team Champions fall away. Mike Bishop makes the tag.

 

Shaw: Oasis seats Sunshine up on the top turnbuckle as Bishop finds his balance on the second rope. Mike ulls Savannah in close… AND LIFTS HIGH UP INTO A VERTICAL SUPLEX POSITION! THIS IS IT! THIS IS THE MOVE HE CALLS OPERATION: CHIRAQI FREEDOM! THE VERTICAL BRAINBUSTER DIRECTLY ONTO THE TOP TURNBUCKLE!!! FORGET ENDING A MATCH! THIS IS A GREAT WAY TO GO ABOUT BREAKING SOMEBODY’S NECK, FOLKS AND SAVANNAH SUNSHINE IS THE POOR TARGET TONIGHT!!! HERE IT COMES…

 

Hart: NO! SAVANNAH DRILLS THE KNEE INTO THE TOP OF MIKE BISHOP’S HEAD AND HE IS FORCED TO LOOSEN HIS GRIP! SAVANNAH SAFELY DESCENDS BACK DOWN ONTO THE TOP TURNBUCKLE AND KICKS  BISHOP DOWN TO THE CANVAS! SCOTT OASIS TRIES TO HARASS HER NOW FROM THE APRON BUT HE TOO EATS A BOOT TO THE FACE! SAVANNAH SUNSHINE STANDS TALL IN THE HIGH RENT DISTRICT AS MIKE BISHOP FINDS HIS FEET… METEORA!!! IT CONNECTS AND SAVANNAH QUICKLY HOOKS THE LEG FOR THE COVER!

 

Referee: ONE!... TWO!...

 

Shaw: NO!! MIKE BISHOP IS TOO FRESH IN THIS MATCH TO GO DOWN THAT EASILY! SAVANNAH ATTEMPTS TO STAY ON HIM AND BEAT HIM DOWN WITH SOME GROUND AND POUND BUT THAT WAS THE MISTAKE! WITH HIS SOLID MMA BACKGROUND, MIKE BISHOP KNOWS EXACTLY WHAT TO DO IN THIS POSITION AND HE QUICKLY FINDS GUARD BEFORE MANAGING TO TURN IT OVER ON SAVANNAH SUNSHINE! NOW HE TAKES HER TO GROUND AND POUND BOULEVARD HIMSELF AND THIS IS REALLY DIFFICULT TO WATCH!

 

Hart: SUNSHINE IS BLOODIED! MIKE BISHOP CONTINUES TO BUST HER OPEN, CONTINUING TO TARGET THE EXISTING WOUNDS WITH THOSE CUTTING MMA ELBOWS! SHE’S DONE! I THINK SHE’S OUT BUT IT LOOKS LIKE BISHOP IS GOING TO MAKE FOR CERTAIN NOW AS HE DRAGS A SPAGHETTI LEGGED SAVANNAH SUNSHINE BACK TO A VERTICAL BASE! HE HEAVES HER UP… LOOKING FOR THE EXECUTIONER TO END THIS…

 

Shaw: NICO NICO KNEE!!! JESSICA SPRINGBOARDS OFF THE APRON WITH A KNEE DIRECTLY TO THE FACE OF MIKE BISHOP! Both he and Savannah Sunshine hit the canvas but it looks like this match has been saved for the time being. BUT WAIT! HERE’S OASIS WITH THE SPEAR!!! HE SPEARS JESSICA ROSE THROUGH THE ROPES AND TO THE OUTSIDE LEAVING IT JUST DOWN TO MIKE BISHOP AND SAVANNAH SUNSHINE AGAIN! AN ANGERED BISHOP TAKES OUT HIS FRUSTRATIONS WITH VICIOUS STOMPS TO THE BACK OF SAVANNAH SUNSHINE’S HEAD BEFORE  PULLING HER IN AGAIN! He look to lift her…

 

Hart: BUT IT’S BLOCKED! SUNSHINE WITH A PUNCH TO THE LIVER! AND ANOTHER! ANOTHER!!! MIKE BISHOP FINALLY KEELS OVER AND SAVANNAH POSITIONS HIM IN BETWEEN HER LEGS! MY GAWD IS THIS HAPPENING?!?!? CANDYLAND DESTROYER!!! THE CANDYLAND DESTROYER CONNECTS AND SAVANNAH SUNSHINE DESPERATELY HOOKS BOTH LEGS FOR THE PIN!

 

Referee: ONE!... TWO!... THREE!!!

 

DeMarco: Scott Oasis and Mike Bishop have been eliminated.

 

(The lights fade and the arena falls to silence. A silence that is broken by a Metal Gear Solid alert sound as an exclamation mark hits the tron.  “Don’t Get Captured” by Run The Jewels hits the speakers as Nate Cage, Natalie Cage, Clinton Stone, Rasmus Walker enter the stage dressed as Big Boss, Revolver Ocelot, Psycho Mantis, and Kazuhira Miller respectively. Nates music fades as “Personal Jesus” by Depeche Mode hits the speakers, Kenny Drake joins the rest of the Wolvesden and they make their way down to the ring.)

 

DeMarco: And the final participating tag team in this match… WOLVESDEN!!!

 

(Chaos is seen at the announcers table but no sound can be heard from them for several tense moments.)

 

Shaw: Apologies for going radio silent a moment there, folks. For some reason our headsets refused to work unless we unplugged them and shifted them to alternative ports. Anyway as you can see it is a rather dire situation here in the ring. Jessica Rose is still out of it having taken the spear to ringside from Scott Oasis. Savannah sunshine is defiant but clearly on her last legs as Kenny Drake enters the ring with a smile. He knows it’s his match to lose right now.

 

Hart: Savannah doesn’t know what to do. I dunno what she should do in a situation like this as Wolvesden begin to encircle the ring. This is dire. She’s trapped. She - SHE FLIES AT KENNY DRAKE GIVING IT ALL THAT SHE HAS! SAVANNAH SUNSHINE WITH SOME BRAVE AND WILD CLUBBING BLOWS TO KENNY DRAKE’S HEAD BUT HE SHOVES HER OFF AND STARTS THROWING STRIKES BACK!!! BUT I CAN’T BELIEVE IT! EVEN IN THIS CONDITION SAVANNAH SUNSHINE HAS FOUND SOMETHING DEEP WITHIN HERSELF AND SHE IS NOT LETTING KENNY HAVE IT EASY! SAV DUCKS A LARIAT AND HITS THE ROPES… STARBURST CONNECTS! KENNY STARTS TO SLUMP AND SUNSHINE HOISTS HIM UP ON HER SHOULDERS! LOOKING FOR THE JAWBREAKER…

 

Shaw: BUT CAGE PUTS A STOP TO THIS FOOLISHNESS WITH A  VICIOUS CHOP BLOCK! KENNY AND NATE BEAT DOWN ON SAVANNAH WITH FISTS AND BOOTS AS PUNISHMENT FOR STANDING UP TO THEM BUT QUICKLY DRAG HER LIMP CARCASS UP. KENNY PULLS HER IN… THE RATTLESNAKE II! THE RIPCORD STUNNER CONNECTS AND SAVANNAH IS OUT! KENNY MAKES THE COVER AS NATE CHECKS TO MAKE SURE JESSICA CANNOT GET INVOLVED!

 

Referee: ONE!... TWO!... THREE!!!

 

(DING! DING! DING!)

 

DeMarco: The Sugar Girls have been eliminated. Your winners and the INAUGURAL BLOODLINE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS… NATE CAGE AND KENNY DRAKE… WOLVESDEN!!!

 

(“Personal Jesus” erupts throughout the stadium but can hardly be heard over the boos and heckles of the crowd. Wolvesden collect their titles, raising them proudly before marching in formation back up the ramp.)

 

Hart: This ending leaves a bad taste in my mouth. So many teams gave it all this match. The Sugar Girls in particular showed all kinds of guts tonight, but when it came down to the final showdown they were already spent as Wolvesden came out to pick the bones and scavenge their kill. Kenny Drake and Nate Cage walk out with all the glory and none of the scars.

 

Shaw: That’s the format. But you know, if anything I feel sorry for Wolvesden tonight. They are a strong team. They did everything they could have. And they finished the job quickly when they had the chance to come out here but they won’t be remembered for the dominance they displayed tonight, only the excuses of the losers. HAIL WOLVESDEN! Ok it doesn’t have the same ring to it as Hydra. We need to work on that.

 

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(We fade back from commercial onto a shot of Lance Hart and Morgan Shaw smiling and looking into the camera. “Hail to the Victor” by 30 Seconds to Mars picks up to play throughout the arena while they chat.)

 

Lance Hart: Welcome back to Game Over everybody and Morgan old buddy I can’t help myself… that tag team turmoil match was something else!

 

Morgan Shaw: What an incredible way to open the PPV here tonight and a huge congratulations to The Wolvesden for becoming the inaugural champions! But Lance, we still have so much more left to come!

 

Lance Hart: That’s right. Championship matches, rivalries being settled, and on top of that one insane main event tonight between Finnegan Wakefield and Keelan Callihan that I am sure will steal the show!

 

Morgan Shaw: I have no doubt in my mind that it will, but let’s continue on with--

 

???: AHEM!!!!!!!!!

 

Lance Hart: What the…?

 

(After a few moments the crowd noise slowly picks up as cameras pan around the arena. Finally, one camera begins to zoom in at a section in the bottom tier of the arena within the crowd where we see none other than Aria Jaxon with a microphone in her hand and the SSW Puresoru Heavyweight Championship around her waist. She is surrounded by fans who are trying to get her attention but she pays no mind.)

 

Lance Hart: OH MY GOD!!! IT’S ARIA JAXON!!!

 

Morgan Shaw: WHAT THE HELL IS SHE DOING HERE?! SHE’S SUSPENDED!

 

Gia Cervantes: OH MY GOD, SIS!!! YESSSSSS!!!

 

Lance Hart: GIA QUIET, YOU’RE NOT EVEN SUPPOSED TO BE COMMENTATING YET!

 

Aria Jaxon: I bet Viola DeMarco really thought she could get rid of me THAT easily, huh? She really needs to begin to realize who exactly she is dealing with. I must admit that throughout my wrestling tenure I have never truly had problems with management. I’ve had issues here and there but nothing I couldn’t handle. But I must say, without a shadow of a doubt, that Vernon Tressler, Viola Demarco, and the absolute dumbasses that control this promotion are running this place into the ground.

 

(Aria begins to make her way slowly towards the security barricade.)

 

Aria Jaxon: Any wrestling promotion across the globe would get on their damn knees and kiss my feet without me even having to ask it from them because they are well aware of how damn good I am! Now don’t get me wrong, I’m sure Viola knows I am the best thing she’s got, but she needs to start treating me like I am worth a damn instead of treating me equally to the rest of this Goddess division, because newsflash… I am nothing like the rest of these sorry excuses for female wrestlers. Not a single damn one of them are on my level!

 

(Aria Jaxon reaches the barricade but a single security guard stands in her way. She eyes him up and down.)

 

Aria Jaxon: MOVE!!!

 

(The security guard complies after hesitation and she hops the barricade. Immediately, four officials run down the ramp and try to hold her at bay. Aria snickers to herself before jumping up onto the announce table Lance and Morgan are sitting at.)

 

Aria Jaxon: Strong Style Wrestling treats me like I matter - I am that company’s god damn world champion! Lethal Angels of Wrestling knew my damn worth when they put me in the main event of their first ever supershow! Hell, even the company that was NOTHING before I signed there three years ago had my face all over its fucking brand! Its billboards, its pay-per-view posters, its main events. And let’s be real now, they might not like to admit it, but deep down they would KILL to have me back there. I put the asses in the seats, I put on the five star matches - I was the marketing wet dream of that damn place! But no, not OWA. They want to treat everybody here fairly and equally. That’s the motto for this division; that’s what they want to let the world know. But you all wanna hear something reaaaal funny? That is not the case at all.

 

(We get a shot of Viola DeMarco storming out from behind the curtains now with security guards.)

 

Aria Jaxon: They are treating the women on this division above what they’re actually worth and it’s sickening to a talent such as myself! You all really think HENDRIX is a better wrestler than me?! Sweet Roxy?! Savannah god damned Sunshine?! That damn thot Megan Harper?! Not a single one of them would be able to lace up my boots properly let alone out-wrestle ME in a match. Hell, don’t even get me started on the men of this place!

 

(Aria takes notice of Viola coming around the ring toward her.)

 

Aria Jaxon: Hello Viola! Oh, don’t worry. I’ve read your countless number of texts after ignoring your countless number of missed calls. You’re like a desperate, thirsty man wanting my attention. I know you want me to apologize to you for my actions over the past month and a bit and I know you us to get on the same page, but we will NEVER get to that until you start treating me with the respect I deserve! I am overlooked constantly for that women’s championship despite winning just about every damn match I’ve had here. Hell, most of my matches, my entrance isn’t even aired! On more than one occasion I’ve made my entrance DURING COMMERCIALS! You call that treating everybody in this division fairly?!

 

Viola DeMarco: Aria Jaxon, you have made the decision to enter this arena, unannounced, while on an active suspension from this company. Unfortunately for you, that counts as trespassing. I could have you arrested for that, but instead I am going to let these security guards escort you from the premises immediately so we can get this show back underway.

 

Aria Jaxon: You know what, that’s fine.

 

(Aria jumps down off the table and goes face to face with Viola, much like last week on Kingdom.)

 

Aria Jaxon: But I promise you, this won’t be the last of me you’ll see tonight. Viola, you and the authority of OWA seem to have this grudge against me for whatever reason. Because of that, somebody has to pay. Now that you’ve been put in charge of this division, that somebody needs to be you and I absolutely cannot wait to continue to make your life a living hell.

 

(Two of the security guards grab Aria by her arms and begin to walk her around the ring and up the ramp.)

 

Aria Jaxon (off-mic): SUSPENDING ME WON’T BE ENOUGH, VIOLA! I HOPE YOU KNOW THAT HUN! I’M GONNA HAUNT YOU!!

 

(We get a close up on Viola DeMarco’s face who is clearly lost on what to do with Aria Jaxon as we cut to another commercial.)

 

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("DNA" by Kendrick Lamar blares over the PA system, as Gareth Cason appears on the top of the stage, clad in his wrestling attire; an expression on his face that oozes focus, concentration.)

 

Morgan Shaw: Well, here is the first of our two contenders for the TV championship tonight --- a man who you *know* will want payback for that played out during his match against Miltiades last week on kingdom.

 

(Clips begin to play of Bull's music causing the distraction required for Cason to be pinned, as Gareth continues his walk to the ring, the words "Legit. Fucking. Dangerous" appearing atop the TitanTron in crimson Ariel font; the Union Jack positioned behind them, as he glares menacingly towards the ring. He knows *exactly* what he wants from tonight's match.)

 

Lance Hart: Yep. And you know he's going to want to re-affirm just why he calls himself 'Legit fucking dangerous' as well --- a moniker that he has more than lived up to throughout the course of his stay here.

 

Morgan Shaw: I can't disagree with you there, Lance. We've seen the body count; he'll be locking to add another name to that tonight.

 

(Gareth then makes his way to the top of the ramp, smirking as he slides under the bottom rope, before pushing himself up to a vertical base)

 

Juliana DeMarco: This match is scheduled for ONE FALL

 

Crowd: ONE FALL

 

Julianna DeMarco:.....And is for the OWA TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first --- from West Coventry, Midlands, England and weighing in a 218 pounds --- He is GARETH "LEGIT DANGEROUS" CASON!!!!!!

 

('Walk' by Pantera strums out of the PA system, as Bull Connons makes his way onto the top of the ramp, his eyes filled with purpose and intent, just like the medium strides that he takes as he progresses down the ramp; his eyes locking with Gareth's.)

 

Juliana DiMarco: And his opponent --- from Doylestown, Pennsylvania and weighing in at 286 pounds. He is "THE UNBREAKABLE" BULL CONNORS!

 

Morgan Shaw: And here is the "Unbreakable" Bull Connors --- who finds himself here on the back of two very solid victories, including last week against a legend in Stark.

 

Lance Hart: Although he had a shaky start coming in, he has started to find his own here in the OWA; tonight could very well be his break out moment.

 

(Continuing his walk to the ring, Bull slightly snarls, as he doesn't let his focus leave Gareth for even a split second, a fire within his eyes reminding him of the prize on the line, should he walk out with it when the bell tolls. Reaching the ring, Bull jumps onto the apron as a small burst of wine/white pyro bursts out of the 2 nearest corners; he steps between the middle and top ropes to enter the ring)

 

(DING DING DING)

 

Lance Hart: Gareth and Bull waste no time in engaging the other in a collar-and-tie lock-up, both of them wishing to get right into the grip of the battle; the thick of the action if you wish to call it that --- Gareth using his right hand for leverage, whilst Bull uses his left hand, both of them planting a foot to the mat, in order to give them the additional edge they need in order to acquire the advantage in this jostle.

 

Morgan Shaw: Feeling a slight sense of strain shoot up his body, Gareth leans forward, while Bull, who as an amateur wrestler is most used to this particular form of grappling, is able to just sit back and allow himself to absorb the pressure Gareth is applying! Bull Connors handles Gareth with ease before lifting his right knee into Cason’s gut, using it to force Cason into relinquishing the tie up and double over due to the strike! Connors follows up by raising his right elbow, using it to deliver a 'jab' like strike to the middle of Gareth's back.

 

Lance Hart: Kneeling over, Cason lets out a yell, before tilting his head skywards; catching a glimpse of Bull, who has a slight smirk across his face. Bull Connors runs forward to inflict a clothesline on Gareth, continue holding the momentum of the early portion of the bout. OH! Or so he thinks, as the moment he charges in to connect with the maneuver, Cason slightly side steps to the right, allowing himself a soft breath as the momentum causes Bull to over shoot him! Gareth runs up behind him to take him down with a neckbreaker! The first part of Gareth's strategy to turn this into a grind it out affair, one that in the long run, he feels favors himself more than Bull.

 

Morgan Shaw: Even if he acknowledges that Connors *also* wishes for the bout to play out in this manner. The impact causing Bull's head to jar against the mat, he allows himself a few exhales, as Gareth makes his way back to a standing position, before looking out to the crowd and then looking at Bull as he attempts to work his way back up to his feet, shooting him a half smirk, before motioning to him as if to say 'bring it on'. Almost baiting him into attempting another rush style of attack, so that he can build his foundation from there; keep Bull consistently on his toes.

 

Lance Hart: Though remembering what happened last time he raced into a move, Bull simply takes a singular step back when he returns to his vertical base, knowing that if he is to beat Gareth, he *might* just have to do with with sheer force; continuously wearing Cason down and using his endurance to his advantage. Though all this does, is open up a window for Gareth to fire a muay thai kick into the right knee of Bull --- not with the intent of taking him down, but rather to merely stagger him, so that he can follow up with a clothesline to the throat of Bull, that this time, connects with its intended target; causes Bull to once more, fall backwards onto the mat, his head bobbing upwards, then back down as he does.

 

Morgan Shaw: Smiling broadly, Gareth delivers two stomps to the center of Bull's chest, hearing the air get knocked out of his opponent’s lungs as he connects, before grasping his right arm; torquing it into a grounded armbar, in what is an early attempt to bring about a close to his bout --- though it is one that is quickly rebuffed by Bull, who not only is able to 'free' his entrapped arm to the point where Gareth can't *fully* 'lock in' the intended move, he is also able to sit himself up; use his free arm to deliver three stiff punches to the right hand side of Gareth's ribcage --- each of them enough to cause Gareth to slightly 'jump' off the mat, then land with his grip loosening each time, as he steps back two step.

 

Lance Hart: Deciding that at least for now, he's best served to take a standing, brawl oriented strategy to this bout. Even if it meant giving Bull the ability to *also* work his way into the bout; commence his aim of taking control of the bout. Though, Gareth also knew that it would benefit him, as he simply shoots in; uses a traditional 'double leg takedown' maneuver to hoist Bull into the air…..then he takes him back down to the mat with a modified belly-to-belly suplex, despite Connors' best attempts to wriggle his body free --- counter the move; then follow it up with some good old ground and pound strikes to the face.

 

Morgan Shaw: Whether they be delivered with the right hand or the left hand, six out of the eight attempted punches land on their mark --- the sides of Bull's face, causing it to rock from side to side as he attempts to maintain his bearings, though Cason does ultimately relent. Even then though, it's only to push himself up; connect with a jumping knee drop right to the centre of Bull's throat --- a move that causes 'The Unbreakable' to gag and feel his windpipe close up, as Gareth simply goes for an early lateral press pinning attempt.

 

Chet Kensington: ONNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEE!!! TWWWWWOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

 

Lance Hart: An early kickout by Bull, as this match still has quite a while to go --- though judging by the smirk on Gareth's face as he feels Bull push him off him and onto the mat back first reveals that this was *always* intended to be a mere 'warning shot' rather than one that was planned to bring about the match's conclusion, though Bull is actually the first to make his way back to his feet, even if he is still a little woozy from Gareth's mini onslaught.

 

Morgan Shaw: Using this to gain 'some' sort of momentum in the bout --- he delivers a 'jab' style toe kick to the top of Cason's ribs, softly laughing to himself as he watches Gareth slightly place his hands onto the mat, before using them to push himself back up --- though Connors is right there, waiting for him, so that he can give Gareth his receipt for the earlier 'belly to belly' with one of his own --- well, the overhead version of the suplex anyway. Though he doesn't relinquish the hold though, instead pivoting his body; delivering a side version of the belly-to-belly, this time releasing the hold at the end as Cason arches his back up, feeling a soft tingling of pain run up his body upon landing.

 

Lance Hart: Steadily pushing himself back to his feet --- Bull decides to run the ropes, coming back with a roll like one would use as an evasion tactic from an enemy in one of the 'Dark Souls' games, before completing the senton, causing a loud 'oof' to emit itself from Gareth's mouth upon impact, while Bull rolls off them, then pushes himself back up; grasping the left arm of Gareth; lifting him into the air for a Pendulum backbreaker, then dropping down for the pin once Cason's body once again hits the mat.

 

Chet Kensington: ONNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEE!!! TWWWWWOOOOOOOOOO!!!! THHRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE…..

 

Morgan Shaw: It's Gareth who acquires the early kickout this time, as Bull slightly scowls although he *wasn't* holding too much belief this would be enough to win. After all, he knew Cason is going to be a tough nut to crack; the circumstances would call for him to exert a lot more if he is to walk out the inaugural TV champion. At the same time, he knows that he can also ill-afford a moment of relaxation, even if his body starts to feel lactic acid begin to build up within his body.

 

Lance Hart: Leaping into the air, Bull curls his elbow into an 'arrow', driving it directly into the centre of Gareth's chest, causing him to cough and wheeze, before pushing himself upwards, then heaving Cason up by the right arm --- an action that proves to be a misstep, as Gareth 'thanks' him for the deed with a kneeling jawbreaker. Causing Bull's jaw to throb with pain; his head to whiplash backwards, even if he is able to use his arms as 'propellers' and keep himself standing, though Gareth is unfazed by this.

 

Morgan Shaw: In fact, he was planning for Bull to remain on his feet, so that he could come through and almost decapitate him with a running lariat --- the force enough to cause Bull to pivot his body ninety degrees to the right before hitting the mat; then roll onto his back into a supine position. It's  Cason with the inside leg hooked for the pin attempt.

 

Chet Kensington: ONNNNEEEEEEEE!!! TWOOOOOO --

 

Lance Hart: Bull manages to authoritatively raise his right shoulder up, causing the count to be halted, a cheer to rise from the crowd. So far, they have been riding the momentum of this match; wish for most to follow. Gareth responds by pushing himself up, then hoisting Bull onto his shoulders; falling forward onto the mat with a powerslam, feeling the wind suck itself right out of "The Unbreakable's" lungs, as he goes for another pinfall attempt, this time another lateral press.

 

Chet Kensington: ONNEEEEEEEEEEEE!! TWOOOOOOOOOOO!! TH --

 

Morgan Shaw: At about what one can call '2 1/4', Bull is able to raise his shoulder in the air, slightly weaker than the last time, but still with enough authority to cause Cason to take two steps back; give him a slight winder of opportunity when it comes to recovery. Even if that window is slammed back shut, thanks to Gareth actually being able to lock in a grounded hammerlock --- torquing Bull's right arm around the top of his left knee. Extending his left arm out, Bull makes a 'grabbing' motion with his left hand, in an attempt to reach the bottom rope closest to him, even though he's still about a foot and a half away from it.

 

Lance Hart: Distance that he attempts to close up by placing  his hand atop the mat; pushing his body upwards --- though that is thwarted by Cason driving his knee into the centre of Connor's back; causing him to drop back down to the mat once more. Even if it also serves to loosen his own grip upon the hammerlock. A second attempt of the 'push up' by Bull does indeed prove somewhat more successful, as he is able to get himself into position in order to pivot his body --- this turning the hammerlock by Cason into a modified over the shoulder armdrag by him, although the numbness in his arm causes him to wring it out; have to solely use his left hand in order to push himself up. Even then though, he is still able to do so a microsecond before Cason, the latter finding himself straight back onto the mat, courtesy of a running 'Stinger Splash' style of manoeuvre, as Bull then leaps into the air with a splash into a pinning attempt.

 

Chet Kensington: ONNNNEEEEEEEEEE!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOO!!! THRRR --

 

Morgan Shaw: At a *very* similar point (or maybe slightly later) than when Bull himself kicked out, Gareth is able to push his left shoulder into the air, his breathing heavy due to the toll this match has taken on him, just as it is for Bull, whilst a slight look of frustration appears on Bull's face, as he glances at the referee, almost surprised that it was merely a two count. Though he then shrugs and smirks, as he once more, lifts Gareth to his feet --- only this time, he keeps him at a distance where unlike the last time he carried out this deed, Gareth *can't* deliver a jawbreaker to him --- though *he* can hoist Gareth onto his back in an Argentine backbreaker position; transition it into a Bridging German Suplex for the 'Dead End' into a pin combination.

 

Chet Kensington: ONNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEE!!! TWWWWWOOOOOOOOOO!!!! THHRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE…..

 

Lance Hart: WE HAVE A CHAMPION! ---or maybe not, actually. A closer inspection  reveals that Gareth's shoulder was slightly off the canvas a slight microsecond before the referee's hand touched the mat for the third time; therefore, this match is still going onwards and upwards. Aggrieved by the fight that appears to be left in his opponent, Bull grabs him viciously by the right arm --- preparing him for the 'Move of the Night' Package powerbomb, but instead becoming the victim of a standing muay thai kick to the left side of his ribrage, then a short-range discus elbow by Cason, causing his eyes to slightly 'glaze' as he falls onto the mat, somewhat limp and dazed. Cason then uses this opportunity to hoist Bull atop his shoulders in a Fireman's carry position, before Dropping him onto the mat; completing the Overhead kick portion of the 'Go 2 Britain', then dropping down once more for the pin.

 

Chet Kensington: ONNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEE!!! TWWWWWOOOOOOOOOO!!!! THHRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE…..

 

Morgan Shaw: CASON HAS DONE IT --- NO! the ref is once more, refusing the call the bell as this time, *Bull* has managed to weakly lift his left shoulder off the mat, a mere millisecond before the count reached three. But strength of kickout isn't what matters --- just that the kick out occurred. Though Cason is once again, unbothered by this proceeding whatsoever. In fact, all it inspires him to do is push Bull over so that he is laying on the left shoulder, then use the previously attacked right arm to lock in his famed 'Dream Killer' cobra clutch, before deadlifting Bull to a vertical base, so that he can apply the bodyscissors required to complete the hold, a soft strain across his face as just like Bull, the physicality of the match has also taken its toll on him.

 

Lance Hart: Although he attempts to break free of the hold --- Bull feels himself fading, and knows that the only way to really escape from this match without significant damage is to submit --- yet he won't do so now. His pride isn't letting him, no matter how tight the hold is locked in. How much his breathing has been constricted. In the end though, his eyes begin to droop down, as his arm becomes weak; his body is unable to struggle any further --- though it wasn't freeing up any room for him anyway, GARETH WITH ONE BIG TUG, APPLYING PRESSURE TO THE THROAT. BULL CONNORS GETTING CHOKED UP TO THE POINT THAT HE HAS TURNED RED! BULL REACHES OUT FOR THE ROPES DESPERATELY, BUT THE ROPES ARE NOT CLOSE ENOUGH! BULL REFUSING TO GIVE UP EVEN IF HE CAN’T REACH - PERHAPS OUT OF DETERMINATION OR BECAUSE HE CAN BARELY EVEN THINK STRAIGHT! THERE’S NOWHERE TO GO, GARETH HAS HIM TRAPPED! GARETH WITH MORE PRESSURE AS - HE TAPS! BULL CONNORS TAPS! WE HAVE OUR CHAMPION!

 

(DING DING DING)

 

(“DNA by Kendrick Lamar plays to a big ovation as Gareth Cason releases the hold and rises to his feet with a smug look on his face. Chet presents hit the championship and he snatches it off of him and raises it up in the air immediately.)

 

Julianna Demarco: Here is your winner and THE FIRST EVER OWA TELEVISION CHAMPION… GAAAAARREEETTTHHH CAAAAAASSSOOONNN!!!!

 

Lance Hart: What… a… MATCH! Back and forth between both these guys who were both vying to become that inaugural champion, but at the end of it all, Gareth Cason was the one who came out on top in spectacular fashion!

 

Morgan Shaw: Big congratulations to Gareth! Does this officially mean he is the first official member of the Olympus brand?

 

Lance Hart: It could be! I guess we’ll wait and see in a week’s time! Congrats Gareth!

 

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Julianna DeMarco: The following contest is scheduled for one fall….

 

Crowd: ONNNEEEE FALLLL!!!!!

 

Julianna DeMarco: And it is to determine the number one contender for the Omega Heavyweight Championship!!!

 

(‘King’s Dead’ by Jay Rock ft. Kendrick Lamar thumps through the speakers. Miltiades arrives at the top of the entrance ramp with a sharply divided mix of cheers and boos reigning down on him. He has a grin of pure arrogance on his face.)

 

Julianna DeMarco: Introducing first…from Rome…weighing in at 235lbs….’AUGUUSSSTTTUUUSSSS!!!!!!’…..MILTIADEEEEEESSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Lance Hart: Miltiades entering this match here with the utmost amount of confidence. He knows that he is just two victories away from capturing the Omega Heavyweight Title and it could be argued that he has all the momentum.

 

Morgan Shaw: You’re not kidding, he defeated Gareth Cason last week and is absolutely in the heads of both Tarah Nova and CM Nas! He’s a master manipulator and everything that has happened recently has played into his hands!

 

(‘Paper Plague’ by Heaven’s Basement kicks in as Tarah Nova come through the curtain. She is staring a hole into Miltiades, who simply returns her stare with a cocky smile. The crowd roar in approval of Tarah, who seems to have uncharacteristically ignored the adoration of her fans.)

 

Julianna DeMarco: And his opponent….from Detroit, Michigan…..weighing in at 118 lbs…..she is ‘The ONE. TRUE. ALPHAAAA’…..TARAAAAHHHHH……….NOOOOOOVVVVAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Hart: Well, this certainly is interesting. Tarah Nova is normally one to play to the fans and give the people a show worth remembering, but she seems dead set on putting an end to Miltiades.

 

Shaw: Well, he’s been a thorn in her side ever since he failed to capture Nas’s title back at Hardcore Havoc. She claims that she’s able to look past the fact she may have to wrestle her boyfriend for the belt if she wins here tonight, but I’m not buying it. You can’t put something like that out of your head, no matter how tough you are. And if she’d rather face Stark for the title, that would mean hoping Nas loses tonight! It’s a catch-22!

 

Hart: Tarah is violent, she is aggressive, she damn near killed Kenny Drake the last time we saw her on pay-per-view. What will she bring here tonig- OH AND SHE MAKES A B-LINE FOR THE RING, NOT EVEN WAITING FOR THE OPENING BELL! SHE’S HEADING STRAIGHT TO MILTIADES AND THEY MEET IN THE MIDDLE, EXCHANGING VICIOUS FOREARMS!!!

 

(DING! DING! DING!)

 

Shaw: And the match is underway! But these two have jumped the gun and are trying to take each other’s heads off! Tarah Nova showed she’s ready for a fight by getting the first hit in with a quick swipe of the face and she is not backing down! Miltiades notices that the forearm exchange isn’t working and tests her with a punch to the gut but she remains on her feet! Tarah Nova hunches over momentarily but stands up straight quickly and doesn’t miss a beat as she responds with a forearm shot! Leg kick from Miltiades! Another forearm shot from Tarah! She leaps forward for a second in a row! Miltiades is looking rocked here! But he comes back with his own! It is now once again a battle of forearm shots here! Blow after blow! Both person’s knees are beginning to buckle! Who will be the first to fall?

 

Hart: Neither person is giving up - TARAH CATCHES MILTIADES ABOVE THE EYE WITH THAT FOREARM! Referee Chet Kensington appears to have stepped in for some separation but it might not be needed as they seem to be slowing down on the strikes after that, Miltiades having been taken off of his game as Tarah looking exhausted. We’ve only just started here and fatigue is already starting to set in from how they came swinging into this match out of the gate! Tarah really needs to pace herself here when she’s against a man with ring IQ of Miltiades!

 

Shaw: The forearms have all but stopped, both wrestlers looking beat as they enjoy a bit of distance - BUT NOT FOR LONG BECAUSE HERE COMES TARAH WHO NAILS MILTIADES WITH A STEP-UP ENZUIGIRI!!! THE CRACK OF WHICH ECHOES THROUGHOUT THE ARENA AND THE FANS LET OUT THEIR EMOTIONS, THEY FELT THAT!

 

Hart: Tarah now has the upper hand as Miltiades drops to the floor in a canvas, I don’t think he anticipated this flurry to kick off the proceedings. She grabs Miltiades by the hair and sits him up up, taking a few steps back before she DELIVERS A SUPERKICK TO THE FACE! JESUS!

 

Shaw: The Crazed Daze! Miltiades’ head whipping back and bouncing off of the canvas from that emphatic superkick! Tarah Nova getting a lateral press but not in the typical way, instead landing on top of Militiades with a STANDING MOONSAULT! The shoulders are down, we have a cover as the referee gets into position! Could this match be over before it even begins?!

 

Chet Kensington: ONNNNEEEEE!!!! TWWWOOOOO!!!!!!

 

Hart: ANNNDDDDD Miltiades gets a shoulder up at the two count! Miltiades powered her right off of him as he then turns over onto his stomach to avoid a follow up pin. But my God, has he misjudged this match! I’m sure he wanted to dictate the pace here but it’s been all Tarah thus far. Even after getting pushed off like that she still is first to their feet and able to observe her opponent’s next move! Tarah smiles as she appears to be allowing Miltiades to roll to the outside to gather his bearings. She has some other intentions in doing that!

 

Shaw: She does but Miltiades is a little too preoccupied with his own status at the moment, he hasn’t realised Tarah Nova is making her way to the top rope. Tarah Nova scaled up those turnbuckles as quickly as possible as she has perched herself perfectly! Oh man, don’t tell me she’s going for-

 

Hart: THE DOWNWARD SPIRAL! THAT DIVING ELBOW DROP TO THE OUTSIDE ON THE STANDING MILTIADES! ALL OF TARAH GOES CRASHING INTO MILTIADES, WIPING MILTIADES OUT! THE SIZE DIFFERENCE NOT MATTERING THERE WITH HOW MUCH VELOCITY TARAH CAME DOWN ON HIM! TARAH NOVA LAYING INTO HIM WITH SOME PUNCHES FOR GOOD MEASURE! HAS ANYONE GOT A STOPWATCH? AT THIS RATE THIS MIGHT BECOME THE QUICKEST PAY-PER-VIEW MATCH IN OWA HISTORY!

 

Shaw: Tarah rises to her feet and takes a quick bow to the fans, not having to worry about Miltiades interrupting her, as he is writhing in pain on the floor. I don’t think any of us expected this to go this way!

 

Hart: Miltiades is on his fours crawling to the apron! His facial expression says it all, this is not what he wanted, this is not what he planned for! Tarah Nova gets behind him and assist in rolling him back into the ring! Miltiades stirs but gets snuffed out with a dropkick! Tarah then grabs Miltiades by the arm and drags him with as much strength as she can, setting him up in the corner, it looks like she’s going for Hypernova!

 

Shaw: Tarah can not wait to deliver it, seeing Miltiades huddled up in that corner is killing her! His face is rested up against that middle turnbuckle as if he’s resting or perhaps afraid to face the music! Come on Miltiades, turn around! There we go, now he’s facing Tarah! That’s her cue! OH! Tarah runs but Miltiades just barely manages to move his head out of the way before being met with that shining wizard and, hold on…BRILLIANT! Miltiades had the presence of mind to remove the turnbuckle padding during that break he had and Tarah Nova just kicked exposed steel! As the referee checks on her Miltiades is doing a quick point to his head, some incredible thinking to change the complexity of this match in his favor! Meanwhile Tarah is clutching her ankle, it might be broken, Lance!

 

Hart: This is what the man who calls himself ‘Augustus’ was talking about when he said he was a strategist, he’s just created a huge opening. Miltiades shakes the cobwebs after being rattled so much in the early goings of this match as now he looks like a shark sensing blood in the water, hovering over his victim! Chet backs off from Tarah, she tries to stand herself up, and Miltiades darts in for a gruesome chop block on the right leg of Tarah’s. My God, her screams of pain are sickening!

 

Shaw: Miltiades is usually a high octane, hundred miles an hour kind of guy, but Tarah used that against him so now he’s dictating a more deliberate pace. He knows that if he can slow Tarah Nova down, then this match is his! Now he’s pinning her ankle down with one foot and is propelling himself up with the ropes to bring down stomps! MY GOODNESS LOOK AT HOW THAT LEG BENDS WHEN HE COMES DOWN ON IT!

 

Hart: This is uncomfortable viewing to say the least, Tarah Nova is crying out in pain, but she’s tough, she’s determined, let’s not count her out! Tarah Nova is being pulled around the ring by leg as Miltiades takes her foot and begins to do a series of twists, focusing in on the injury, teasing it as he gets more forceful with it! He has enough with playing and then suddenly drops the leg out of nowhere, furtherly aggravating it!

 

Shaw: Miltiades has a new thing in mind! He is bringing her up now and has her in the corner, aggressive kicks now to the gut, which he switches up with leg kicks to the injured ankle! He’s dissecting Tarah right now!

 

Chet Kensington: Hey! Back it up, Miltiades! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FI-

 

Hart: And Miltiades backs off, a disqualification would be catastrophic for his plans of winning championship gold, I don’t think he’d ever be able to live that down! Now he’s pulling Tarah out of the corner, he throws her into the ropes with an Irish whip -- but her leg gives out as she rebounds! Miltiades’ working over the leg going better than even he thought as momentarily he had been anticipating her returning to him! Miltiades chuckles at what transpired as he picks Tarah up and grabs her by the midsection! He bends his knees getting ready to launch her -- as he pops her up into the air and CONNECTS WITH THE LAST SUNSET ON THE WAY DOWN! THAT VERY EUROPEAN UPPERCUT DAMN NEAR TOOK TARAH’S HEAD OFF!

 

Shaw: TARAH NOVA HITTING THAT CANVAS LIKE A RAGDOLL AS MILTIADES LAYS ON HER WITH A VERY TIGHT LATERAL PRESS, NOT GIVING HER MUCH ROOM TO ESCAPE THE PINNING PREDICAMENT! WE HAVE A COVER!

 

Chet Kensington: ONNNNNNEEEEE!!!!! TWWWWOOOOOO! THHHHRRRRRRRRR --

 

Hart: NO, BUT TARAH POWERS OUT! TARAH SHOOTING THE SHOULDER UP PAST MILTIADES’ GUARD AS HE WAS HOPING TO HOLD HER DOWN. Miltiades gets up and sees Tarah Nova moving about! It’s gonna take a lot more than that to put her away, we’ve seen Tarah absorb punishment that would permanently retire most men!

 

Shaw: But Miltiades isn’t upset, he knows that he needs to do more and is instantly pulling Tarah up, he hoists her onto his shoulders and wraps that hurt leg around the back of his neck! It’s rare we see him go for submissions, but that leg may be the key to victory!

 

Hart: Tarah’s screams are haunting, that leg is only gonna get worse, she’s desperately reaching for the ropes but they’re in the centre of the ring and she has zero leverage!

Chet Kensington: Tarah, do you give up? Come on, Tarah, don’t make me end this one!

 

(Chet leans in forward to check for any signs of surrender but is surprised to see Tarah Nova ball her hands up into fists and let out a battle cry as she begins to power through the submission.)

 

Shaw: What the - I don’t believe it! Tarah just grabbed the referee’s shoulders and used him to hoist herself up so she’s sitting on Militiades’ shoulders! But now she’s in the electric chair position, she’s still vulnerable to attack and-

 

Hart: REVERSE RANA! WHETHER IT WAS INSTINCT OR PLANNED, TARAH NOVA JUST SENT THE NECK OF MILTIADES CRUNCHING INTO THE CANVAS! SHE PUT EVERYTHING SHE HAD BEHIND IT IN ORDER TO SPIKE HIM! HE’S TEMPORARILY OUT OF IT GIVING HER A MUCH NEEDED REPRIEVE! THE FANS ARE WILLING HER ON NOW, AS SHE USED THE ROPES TO MAKE HER WAY TO HER FEET! BUT SHE CAN BARELY PUT ANY WEIGHT ON THAT RIGHT LEG!

 

Shaw: She’s got Miltiades down but she has to think fast, he can just go right back to that leg and swing the course of the match back to him whenever he wants. You can tell she knows that by the sense of urgency on her face!

 

Hart: Indeed, Tarah is wasting no time, she strikes Miltiades with a running knee, having to use her left leg to avoid any further damage to her preferred lower limb!

 

Shaw: This is exactly what she needed, the fans are lighting up, Tarah has a fire lit underneath her and is working through the pain! She gets her opponent up, locks his head and throws his legs onto the ropes for a draping DDT!

 

Hart: The head of Miltiades with an ungodly crunch into the mat! Tarah using moves that involve heavy damage to the head with the hope that she can take him out ASAP! Tarah turns him over and goes for a cover, making sure to hook both legs as she does so!

 

Chet Kensington: ONNNNE! TWWWOOOO!!!! THHHRRR-

 

Shaw: And Miltiades raises his shoulder, there’s every possibility that he may still be damn near knocked out here but he’s running on instinct! Miltiades is one tough motherfucker, I’ll give him that,

 

Hart: Tarah looking a little stressed now, gotta maintain a cool head here. Her getting stressed and losing focus is exactly what her opponent wants. She’s pulling Miltiades up now but he’s practically dead weight from the looks of things. The effort to get him up seems to be putting pressure on Tarah’s leg and she’s straining with all her might. Miltiades weighs almost double her bodyweight.

 

Shaw: Tarah Nova is picking him up time after time just to drop him! He might be too heavy to get back up! Tarah walking away for a second as she takes a deep breath. She’s getting her arms ready, preparing herself physically and mentally for the task! She gets back to Miltiades, ready for the lift as she brings him up…..UGH! Tarah goes to pull him up but he was playing possum! Miltiades wraps his arm around Tarah’s bad leg with a brutal sweep and she goes down hard! He wastes no time in yanking Tarah up, forcing to lackadaisically stand on her one good leg while he rebounds off the ropes and connects with a pitch perfect lariat! Tarah Nova getting turned inside out as she hits the mat and ricochets off the canvas!

 

Hart: Miltiades isn’t covering her though, is this wise? He may want to dole out more punishment for personal reasons, but isn’t the title what he needs to focus on?

 

Shaw: I agree, as he throws Tarah into the corner and lifts her onto the top rope, Tarah tries to respond with punches but they’re easily blocked. He gets up there and, oh God, is he going to do what I think he’s going to do?

 

Hart: He’s hooking that leg, and-HE JUMPS TO THE OUTSIDE, TARA NOVA’S LEG BEING DAMN NEAR PULLED OUT OF ITS SOCKET AS IT IS FORCEFULLY BROUGHT DOWN OVER THE TOP ROPE!

 

Shaw: A horrifying smile is coming over Miltiades’ face as Tarah is till up on the top rope, letting out a blood curdling scream. She may never walk again!

 

Hart: This is sick, he’s turned that leg into mincemeat and he’s laughing about it! Is this what you wanted? To cripple Tarah Nova? He’s too far gone, this isn’t about titles anymore, this is about punishment!

 

Shaw: Miltiades makes his way back into the ring and makes a run for the corner and OH! TARAH NOVA CRACKS HIM IN THE FACE WITH HER GOOD LEG! AND MILTIADES FALLS TO THE MAT, CLUTCHING HIS HEAD! THIS IS IT, TARAH! THIS IS YOUR MOMENT!

 

Hart: She appears to be setting up for the Soaring Suicide X! It is by far the riskiest move in her arsenal but Miltiades has caused so much damage that she needs something spectacular to put a stop to him!

 

Shaw: Tarah rises up like a phoenix to hit the splash of the same name, her leg is wobbly but she has her target. The crowd is cheering her on, sending all the positive energy her way, begging her to pull this off! She leaps through the air with precision and-

 

Hart: MILTIADES WITH THE SPEED OF A DAMN CAT KICKS HER BAD LEG IN MID-AIR! HOW IN GOD’S NAME DID HE PULL THAT OFF?! TARAH IS CLUTCHING THAT LEG AND MILTIADES HAS A CHANCE TO FINISH THIS! HE’S GOING FOR IT…

 

Shaw: NERO’S LAST CALL! THE CURB STOMP TO TARAH NOVA!!! COVER!!!!!!

 

Chet Kensington: ONNNEEEE!!!!!

 

Hart: Come on Tarah, kick out!!!

 

Chet Kensington: TWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Shaw: I CAN’T WATCH!!!

 

Chet Kensington: THREEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

 

Hart: WAIT! TARAH GOT HER SHOULDER UP! SHE GOT HER SHOULDER UP BUT….OH DAMN IT!!! IT WAS A MICROSECOND AFTER THE REF COUNTED THREE!!!! TARAH NOVA WITH THE SHEER HEART AND WILL TO RAISE HER SHOULDER BUT IT WAS TOO LATE!!!

 

(DING! DING! DING!)

 

(‘King’s Dead’ by Kendrick Lamar plays as a visibly exhausted Miltiades raises his hand, he begins to laugh uncontrollably, as Tarah Nova leans in the corner, staring daggers at him.)

 

Julianna DeMarco: Here is your winner, and the number one contender for the Omega Heavyweight Championship….’AUGUSTUSSS’!!!!!!!!! MILTIADESSSS!!!!!!!!!

 

Hart: You heard it folks, Miltiades has earned the right to compete for the Omega Heavyweight Championship. And while CM Nas may not be champion after tonight, you know that he’d love to take the title off of him more than anyone else.

 

Shaw: He’s soaking it up as Tara limps to the back, refusing the assistance of the EMTs, I’m scared about how hurt that leg is, Lance.

 

Hart: It all started when the wily Miltiades removed that turnbuckle padding early into the proceedings. You may question his methods, but you cannot question his results. We do not know who will be ending the night as the Omega Heavyweight Champion, but we do know that their first challenger will be the man who calls himself ‘Augustus’, Miltiades.

 

(COMMERCIAL: Kingdom… and now Olympus. A new show coming to AMC premiering June 22nd. But don’t miss next Sunday on a very special edition of Kingdom… THE OWA DRAFT! The landscape of OWA will be changing to better the future. Who will end up on which show?)

 

(We cut back to the arena as we pan around the ruckus crowd.)

 

Lance Hart: That’s right ladies and gentlemen! In just seven nights, the landscape of Omega Wrestling Alliance will change as we know it. Two weekly shows, brand exclusive alphas. Kingdom and Olympus! I for one personally--

 

(We hear some loud voices which interrupts Lance.)

 

Morgan Shaw: What the hell is that?

 

(We cut backstage where the camera man is running through a hallway before turning a corner and heading into the parking lot. We see Aria Jaxon arguing with the security guards that escorted her out of the arena earlier tonight.)

 

Lance Hart: Aria Jaxon? AGAIN?! Why is she still in the building?!

 

Gia Cervantes: SIS YAAASSSSS!!!

 

Lance Hart: GIA, NO!!!

 

(The cameraman finally stops at the group.)

 

Security Guard 1: Aria, listen. You cannot be here. If Viola DeMarco found out you managed to get back into this arena, she’ll flip out.

 

Aria Jaxon: You think I care? I’m Aria goddamn Jaxon. I’m not running a muck around here tonight to be a nuisance… that’s just the cherry on top of the sundae for me. I’m making things real tough for Viola because she has got to get it through her thick head that she cannot treat me the way she or Vernon or any of the other members of OWA management have been treating me. She can suspend me, but I’ll always be making it very difficult for her.

 

Security Guard 2: What if she fires you?

 

(Aria Jaxon lets out a very loud laugh.)

 

Aria Jaxon: FIRE ME?! What are you, stupid?! If she fires me she will have officially murdered this division. I am the best thing she’s got. I am the best thing Strong Style Wrestling has got. I am the best female wrestler on the damn planet. Look, I get it. You guys are just doing your jobs. You guys are just following orders. I’m sure OWA management actually has given you guys a nice paycheck for being here tonight as some of the security around here. How’s it feel knowing that pay check was given to you by this place because I helped fund it? Yeah, that’s right. That’s my money you’re going to be spending. This is how I am treated. I’ve always given and given and given and all I want is the favour to be returned… but I can’t even get that. I can’t get a match on a pay-per-view, I can’t get a shot at the women’s championship. The one thing I do get is suspended.

 

(Aria stops talking as she sees Bob Taylor enter the frame.)

 

Aria Jaxon: Well look who it is. You know Bob, I wouldn’t actually feel the need to flip offices and attack your staff if you tell your dumbass general managers to make me happy.

 

Bob Taylor: Ms. Jaxon they have been trying. I mean you tore up an office and attacked a board member right before Viola DeMarco was going to reward you with a Game Over match. Her suspending you was the right choice. She wanted you to take a couple of weeks and just calm down. But now, you’ve trespassed… twice. You have left me no choice, Aria.

 

Aria Jaxon: Oh, so what… you ARE going to fire me?

 

Bob Taylor: I could never fire you, Aria… but I can have you detained.

 

(Two police officers enter behind Aria and she turns around.)

 

Aria Jaxon: You’re going to have me ARRESTED?!

 

Bob Taylor: When you’re ready to finally work with us, you can contact Viola. Have a good night, Ms. Jaxon.

 

Police Officer 1: Put your hands behind your back for me please, miss.

 

(Aria complies in disgust as the officer arrests her before bringing her out of the frame as we cut back to the ring.)

 

Lance Hart: Aria Jaxon has just been ARRESTED!!! This is insane!!

 

Morgan Shaw: I guess we’ll provide some more updates on her situation as the night continues to unfold!

 

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Julianna DeMarco: The following is a Fatal Four Way match scheduled for one fall….

 

Crowd: ONE FALL!!!!

 

Julianna DeMarco: …….AND IS FOR THE OWA SPARTAN CHAMPIONSHIP!

 

(“Can You Feel My Heart” by Bring Me The Horizon hits the PA as Isaac Thornton enters the arena with razor sharp focus. He has on a special green and black attire with a sleeveless hooded jacket. He takes the hood off and quickly makes his way down to the ring, sliding underneath the bottom rope. He paces around the ring, looking at the stage for his opponents.)

Juliana Demarco: Introducing first, hailing from Los Angeles, California! Weighing in at 190 lbs! ISAAC THORNTOOOONNNNN!!!!!!!

 

Lance Hart: Isaac Thornton with his second Spartan Championship opportunity at a major event in OWA! Last time he competed in a scenario similar to this he was a stand out in the match and BARELY came out the loser. Two weeks ago he took on Scotty Adams one on one and pushed him to his absolute limit in his open challenge. Now here he is yet again! Isaac looks like he is not playing any games, he’s done with close calls now he just wants to be champion!

 

(The arena goes dark. A spotlight on the stage with Christopher Sabertooth standing at the centre of it wearing an eye patch, a black bandana and has a cigar in his mouth. Big Boss’s theme from Metal Gear Solid hits the PA System as the lights come back on. Sabertooth slowly walks towards the ring and climbs the ring apron. The theme stops playing and Charisma by W.A.S.P hits the PA system as Sabertooth poses on the top rope)

 

Lance Hart: Sabertooth has Big Boss’s attire on tonight for his matchup.

 

Morgan Shaw: This is Sabertooth’s way of telling everyone that he is the Big Boss here in OWA!

 

Julianna DeMarco: Entering next! Hailing from Aberdeen, Washington! Weighing in at 210 lbs! He is CHRRRIISSTTOPHHERR “HAVOC” SABERTOOTH!!

Morgan Shaw: You know, if anyone else can relate to coming close it is none other than Christopher Sabertooth! Like I said at Hardcore Havoc, he was one of my big picks to win the Ultimate X until the opportunity was pulled from his grasp! Christopher has been desperately trying to get that title in his possession ever since and has so far gotten a lot of attention because of it! He beat Jon McAdams the week after Hardcore Havoc, beat down Scotty Adams and Isaac Thornton the following week then had all three men coming for his head last week which set this match in motion! Sabertooth knows how to create an opening for himself but at the same time he’s certainly a marked man heading into this contest!

 

(The lights begin to flash on and off to the sound of the Piano and kick as the opening to Faust begins to play. As the piano begins to play several 1920’s flapper style dancers begin to make their way out onto the ramp way preparing a path. They enter the stage on either side. As the vocals come in, lights turn on it becomes a very vibrant and flashy Great Gatsby feel. When the piano does a slide fire works fire off from the stage as McAdams slides out from the back with a top hat on his head tilted forward. He takes it off and throws it into the crowd. He is wearing a black suit with a grey button up. He begins to head down to the ring as he removes each piece of his outfit. Leaving on his pants. The Dancers escort him down to the ring and are met by a mini liquor bar sitting outside the ring. The Dancers begin to circle the ring as while two butlers approach McAdams from the bar. One begins to massage his back while the second one gives him a puff of his pipe. He smokes it and then waves it away. The butler’s switch sides as the second Butler gives him a drink. He sips it before stepping away. McAdams cracks his neck and laughs as he slides into the ring with his cane in his hand. He twirls it and poses with the cane end towards the ground and his hand raised high in the shape of a glass as the crowd chants “For Sovereign!”)

 

Julianna DeMarco: From London, England...weighing in at 210 pounds….he is “SOVEREIGN”....JOOOOOOOOOON MCAAAADAAAAAAAMS!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Lance Hart: Jon McAdams for sure has Christopher Sabertooth on his mind! These past few weeks all Jon McAdams has wanted is redemption for what happened at Hardcore Havoc! He was one of the last two men in the match and was so close to being champion but the rug was pulled out from under him thanks to Finnegan Wakefield! He has had one match since then and it was a loss to Sabertooth! McAdams wants to stop this potential downward trend and mount a comeback; the best way of doing that being winning here tonight to show that he still has it!

 

(The lighting throughout the arena goes into a dim glow, before changing into a hazy maroon colouring, as the soft beginning strains of 'The Dark of You' by Breaking Benjamin begin to play over the PA system --- a song that is unfamiliar to the audience in attendance. Though the moment the lyrics begin to hit, a shadowy figure can be seen standing atop the stage, just outside of the line of the lights, shrouded by not just the darkness that encapsulates him, but also the fact that he is wearing a black hooded jumper with the hood up, along with obsidian wrestling tights, which appear to have streaks of scarlet/caramel running down each side of them.

 

That is, until the figure steps into the lights itself, revealing that he has the Spartan's championship draped atop his left shoulder as he uses his right hand to reach up; push the hood of his jumper back; confirming that his identity is indeed, that of Scotty Adams whilst four words appear on the OWATron behind him.  Professional Wrestling's Silver Bullet. Each word one at a time and in a shimmering Silver Times New Roman font.)

 

Lance Hart: Here he is --- the one who opened up the gateway for the match to occur. The one who enabled the wheels to be put in motion for this to be a championship match, between four athletes who are all of championship calibre. Remember, Scotty, Isaac and Christopher *all* participated in the Ultimate X match last month at Hardcore Havoc, which was won under 'controversial' circumstances by Scotty.

 

Morgan Shaw: Yep, which is why both Christopher and Isaac especially have been chomping at the bit to get this match. To have this opportunity to validate their statements about how they *should* have been the victorious party then; how Scotty is nothing more than a common thief. And due to his problems with Sabertooth, McAdams has been reeled into this match as well, after his own unsuccessful attempt at Hardcore Havoc to acquire the world championship.

 

(Slowly making his way down the ramp, Scotty's eyes are unwavering in their focus; his attention solely on the competitors within the ring --- all of whom, he knows, wish to make the belt their own by the time the match is over, whilst the lights slowly return to their normal 'lightbulb' yellow glow; the words "Professional Wrestling's Silver Bullet" appear across the screen, one at a time and in Shimmering Silver Times New Roman font.

 

About half way up the ramp, he reaches towards the belt with his right hand --- picking it up in one motion; hoisting it into the air, statue of liberty style and allowing not just his foes, but the fans in attendance to catch a glimpse of it in all of its glory.)

 

Lance Hart: Remember, Scott *has* already beaten Isaac once to defend his championship, but due to Sabertooth attacking both him and Scotty after that match; Jon stepping in and acting as a 'vigilante' of sorts, he too was added as a participant to this match.

 

Morgan Shaw: Yep. It's almost like a 'square' when you think about how this has all shaped up so far --- but just by the looks of him, you know Scotty isn't one bit fazed by that at all. In fact, this is probably how he desires it to be --- if there's one thing we *do* know about Scott: the stipulation allows him to feed off the supposed 'diminished' odds he has of retaining his belt tonight.

 

Lance Hart: We'll have to wait and see on that --- but he *is* a psychological mastermind for a reason.

 

(Making his way to the top of the ramp, he pivots his body right, before reaching down to his waist with both hands; pulling his jumper up and over his head, before handing it to a ringside attendant, as the crowd continues with their 50/50 reaction to him, dependant on how they feel about his motivations. About his ideology.

 

Smiling, he makes his way up the steps, before placing his right foot into the ring between the middle and top ropes, as his eyes remain fixated on each of the competitors on the ring. Chet Kensington makes his way over, extending his right hand out to acquire the title which is in Scott's outstretched right hand, before stepping back three steps while Scotty completes his entry into the ring.)

 

Julianna Di Marco: And Your Spartan's Champion --- From Melbourne, Australia --- Weighing in at 185 pounds --- "THE SILVER BULLET" SCOTTY ADAMS!!!

 

(Giving an approving nod, Scott heads over to his assigned corner, shooting his famed Half smirk out to the crowd, before crouching down, an icy glare within his eyes as he prepares himself for the match at hand. All four men are now settled in the ring as Chet Kensington motions for the bell.)

 

(DING! DING! DING!)

 

Lance Hart: The bell has rung and this OWA Spartan’s Championship match is underway! We’ve got all four men shifting their eyes around rapidly, trying to view all three of their opponents! Jon McAdams is looking testy, the master strategist Scotty Adams’ mind is racing a mile a minute, Isaac Thornton is ready for a fight and the marked man Christopher Sabertooth’s paranoia is at a high as he sees a ring full of enemies he has a bone to pick with! Anyone could step out and make the first move here but the question is who is it gonna be? ...The rowdy Isaac Thornton seems to be the most inviting of the four men, catching the attention of Scotty Adams as the two lock eyes! These guys have had a bit of a rivalry over these past few weeks and now they’re looking to approach each other and get into a lock up! They walk toward the center of the ring as it appears this match is gonna split off into pairs early on - BUT NOT JUST YET! Christopher Sabertooth interfering with an Adams and Thornton encounter yet again as he runs into view and knocks Scotty Adams down with a hard right! He blindsided Scotty as the man wasn’t able to expect it, leaving him open for some serious damage!

 

Morgan Shaw: Clean shot to the jaw to the point that you could hear the smack! Our Spartan Champion dropped like a ton of bricks! Isaac has to change plans and think quick here, Sabertooth moves fast as he then LEVELS him with a roundhouse! Oh, NO! Thornton catches the boot! Sabertooth is hopping around on one leg...Thornton sweeps the other! Sabertooth falls flat on his back!  He then rolls out of the ring! Sabertooth rolling out of the ring and landing on his feet, he looks to take Thornton outside with him by grabbing the legs and yanking him out but Thornton resists and takes a few steps back….BASEBALL SLIDE! Sabertooth hits the guard rail from the force as Isaac Thornton is amped up, remembering everything that Sabertooth did to him! Into the ropes he goes! Rebounding! ….SUUUIIICCCIIIDDDEEE DIVVVEEE TO THE OUTSIDE! CHRISTOPHER SABERTOOTH TAKEN RIGHT OFF OF HIS FEET! Isaac Thornton is on top of him in a thesz press, going to town with punches! Retribution being delivered in full! OUCH! He’s got a handful of hair and is slamming Sabertooth’s skull against the floor! Sabertooth’s head bouncing off the concrete! Sabertooth has had enough of that and gives a gouge to the eyes in an attempt to stop it from carrying on!

 

Lance Hart: Isaac Thornton gives up his mount as Christopher switches over into the dominant position! Those two are scraping on the outside, back and forth they go! Jon McAdams who so far has yet to be involved in any physical contact is watching from the inside of the ring with a bit of a smirk on his face. So far these guys are destroying each other on their own. He needs to stop looking out of the ring and focus on what’s going on in the ring though because he is not alone right now! Scotty Adams is creeping from behind, recovering from that punch which rocked his jaw! Jon McAdams doesn’t know a thing -- Scotty Adams pounces, grabbing him by the waist and then falling back to stack him up in a roll up! Scotty looking to steal the win as fast as possible! Chet Kensington hits the mat! We’ve got a count!

 

Chet Kensington: ONNNNNEEEEEEEEEEE!!! TWW --

 

Morgan Shaw: Jon McAdams pushes Scotty off of him! Scotty falls forward but catches himself with his hands and shoots up to his feet! Meanwhile Jon McAdams kips up so he’s not too far behind! Dropkick by The Survivor! Scotty gets to his feet following that and Jon is waiting for him! He’s got Scotty by the hand and presses him against the ropes! Irish whip! Jon McAdams hunches over anticipating Scotty to come back to him! Back body drop! Hold up! Scotty Adams floats over! He’s looking to go for a German suplex! Jon struggling with it though! Jon takes his hand and chops through the grip of Scotty! Then a spinning elbow to the face!

 

Lance Hart: Scotty Adams won’t allow himself to get taken out of this exchange! European uppercut in response! Jon McAdams’ legs turn shaky but he doesn’t let up either! He bucks up with a headbutt and JESUS CHRIST, RIGHT IN FRONT OF US SABERTOOTH CATCHES ISAAC THORNTON AND HITS A SCOOP SLAM AGAINST THE SIDE OF THE STEEL STEPS! THE STEPS TURN OVER AS WE HAVE A CAR CRASH SCENE ON THE OUTSIDE! At the same time discus clothesline from Scotty Adams in the ring! Jon McAdams does his best to get up as quickly as possible from that but stumbles into an arm drag! He walks into another! Then a roundhouse kick! Jon McAdams’ doesn’t know where he is! Jon McAdams is looking vulnerable having to use the ring ropes as a crutch as Scotty sees him as an easy target! Scotty Adams charges! WAIT! Jon McAdams has the wherewithal to counter! He gets a back body drop this time! Over the ropes Scotty goes!

 

Morgan Shaw: Scotty Adams lands on the apron! Jon McAdams walked off after the back body drop thinking that he succeeded but then turns around to see that isn’t the case! Scotty Adams is looking to go for a springboard but Christopher Sabertooth is trying to trip him up! Scotty kicks him away but now Jon has had an opportunity to figure out what to do! There’s not enough distance for Scotty to spring at McAdams, McAdams is running to his opponent! SPEEEARRR THROUGH THE ROPES - OH MY GOD!

 

Lance Hart: SCOTTY ADAMS SAVES HIMSELF, LEAPING OUT OF THE WAY TO LEAVE MCADAMS CRASH AND BURN TO THE FLOOR! SCOTTY JUMPING OFF THE APRON AND USING THE MOMENTUM TO LAND ON CHRISTOPHER SABERTOOTH, SWINGING AROUND WITH THE TORNADO DDT ONTO THE FLOOR! MCADAMS BARELY STOPS HIMSELF FROM SUFFERING A TERRIBLE FATE WITH A COMBAT ROLL THAT PROPELS HIM BACK ONTO HIS FEET! MCADAMS WITH A DOUBLE FOOT STOMP ONTO SCOTTY WHILE HE’S STILL ON THE GROUND FROM DELIVERING THAT MOVE! THEN A SUPERKICK TO SABERTOOTH TO KEEP HIM DOWN! Jon McAdams looks at Isaac Thornton! Thornton shaking the cobwebs and adjusting his back from that scoop slam, not even paying attention to who is stood up in front of him! McAdams’ is forming a thought; Thornton’s going to get it next!

 

Morgan Shaw: McAdams grabs Thornton and aggressively tackles him right into the barricade!  You can see Isaac yelling due to the attack on his back...and McAdams does it again! Isaac is hanging on the barricade, trying to recover as quickly as he can.  McAdams is thinking about an uppercut but NO! THORNTON MOVES AWAY AT THE LAST SECOND, SENDING MCADAMS OVER THE BARRICADE, INTO THE CROWD. I GUESS THE OWA FANS ARE GETTING AN UP CLOSE LOOK INTO THE ACTION TONIGHT...THORNTON SPRINGS UP, HOPS ON TOP OF THE BARRICADE AND...WHAT IS HE THINKING?!  OH MY GOD, THORNTON WITH A 450 SPLASH! HOW DID HE DO THAT WITH SO LITTLE ROOM TO STAND HIMSELF UP?! McAdams just got the air taken out of him and Thornton rolls to the side, punching the ground in agony. Both these guys felt the impact of that 450, but Isaac manages to get himself back up, holding onto his ribcage and tending to his back.  

 

Lance Hart: Thornton is redirecting his focus on his other two opponents, making sure he continues to have the upper hand.  He slowly climbs on top of barricade, looking at Christopher Sabertooth who’s still on the ground. He’s trying to set up for another move- but wait just a minute! Scotty Adams is gripping the guard rail which catches Isaac’s attention! Scotty Adams also gets on top of the barricade now, surprising Thornton.  Both men stare at each other and soon begin to approach one another, as if they were on a tightrope. I’ve never seen this before! Scotty does not hesitate on punching Thornton, but Thornton does the same to Scotty! Both men are hanging by a thread, getting closer to falling....a hit from Scotty! Isaac! Scotty!  Isaac! Scotty! Scotty! Scotty! Thornton is dizzy, nearly falling, but Scotty Adams holds him- wait what?

 

(Scotty Adams gestures towards the front row.)

 

Scotty Adams: YOU GUYS NEED TO GET OUT OF THE WAY.  PRONTO!

 

Morgan Shaw: The front crowd moves away, leaving their chairs in the process.  What is this maniac thinking about doing to Thornton?! OH MY GOD, SCOTTY ADAMS MAINTAINS HIS BALANCE AND PICKS UP ISAAC THORNTON INTO A FIREMAN’S CARRY POSITION...HOW IS HE DOING THIS?!  SECURITY RECOGNIZING THE TENSION MAKES SURE THE FANS ARE BEING HELD BACK AS OUR SPARTAN CHAMPION IS EYEING THOSE CHAIRS! OH NO, NO WAY…….ADAMS WITH THE TOSS! ADAMS THROWING ISAAC OVER HIS HEAD AS HE SENDS HIM CRASHING INTO THE CHAIRS.  MY GOD, THOSE CHAIRS MUST’VE BENT DUE TO THORNTON’S ABRUPT DOWNFALL. ISAAC’S CONTORTED ON THOSE CHAIRS AND IS CRINGING IN PAIN! THAT’S WHY SCOTTY GOT UP ON THE BARRICADE! EMT’s are checking up on Isaac as he is trying to remove himself from that pile of chairs. They’re considering pulling him from the match but Isaac shuts that down right away! He’s hurting but he won’t quit, even if he might be out for the time being! Scotty Adams doesn’t have time to celebrate as he hops on the apron.  He’s entering the ring- OH MY GOD!

 

Lance Hart: IT’S JON MACADMS BACK AT RINGSIDE!  WHERE DID HE COME FROM?! HE JUST DID AN UPPERCUT DRIVE BY ON AN UNSUSPECTING SCOTTY ADAMS.  SCOTTY FALLS BACK TO THE OUTSIDE, BUT JON ISN’T DONE YET! A SECOND DOUBLE STOMP ON THE RIBCAGE OF SCOTTY ADAMS!  Jon McAdams is fired up and wanting to redeem himself as he is ultra-focused! He tosses Scotty back into the ring and slides in right behind him, jumping up on top Scotty in a lateral press as he goes for the pin!  

 

Chet Kensington: ONNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!.....TWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!...-

 

Morgan Shaw: WOAH!  THE PIN’S BROKEN UP BY NONE OTHER THAN CHRISTOPHER SABERTOOTH, WHO GOES ON THE OFFENSE RIGHT AWAY.  Chris drags Jon off of Scotty, picks him up and hits him with a knee to the gut. Immediately after, Sabertooth sends Jon towards the corner and runs towards him like a freakin’ train!  What a forearm to Jon McAdams’ face - followed up by an enziguri to the side of the head! Sabertooth now goes for a bulldog, sending Jon face first towards the ring mat. Christopher rises to his feet fast, not wasting a second with all of of this momentum on his side! He kicks McAdams over onto his back and then looks at the ropes! Sabertooth gathering a full head of steam, he looks like he’s ready to go for a...Springboard Lionsault! OH, but Jon reverses by sticking out his knees! The knees of McAdams jamming right into Sabertooth’s gut!  Christopher rolls out of the ring, trying to recover as Jon crawls towards the ropes. McAdams is taking a while to get there after the abuse he’s taken in the last couple of minutes, but he’s continuing to show how damn tough he is. McAdams is holding on to the second rope, but Chris is recovering as well, showing his resilience in times where he’s under pressure.

 

Lance Hart: Jon is finally up and moves towards the other half of the ring, ready to fly high!  McAdams is trying to ignore his immense pain for one second just to gain one of the finest prizes in OWA!  He’s running towards Sabertooth’s direction and he goe- WHAT IN THE WORLD?! JESUS H. CHRIST! ROLL CREDITS!  THE ROLL CREDITS CONNECTS!! ISAAC THORNTON JUST CAME OUT OF NOWHERE WITH A DEVASTATING DISCUS ELBOW SMASH...JON’S HEAD JUST BOUNCED ON THE MAT!  THORNTON HAS HIS TEETH GRITTED, BLOCKING OUT THE PAINS SHOOTING THROUGH HIS BACK, DEFYING THE DOCTORS’ ORDERS FROM EARLIER! HE DROPS TO THE CANVAS, GRABS JON BY HIS TIGHTS AND GOES FOR THE PIN.  GO CHET! ISAAC THORNTON MAY HAVE STOLEN THIS!

 

Chet Kensington: ONNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!..........TWWWWWWOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!........THREEEEEE-

 

Morgan Shaw: JON SOMEHOW KICKS OUT!  I DON’T KNOW HOW HE FOUND THE STRENGTH TO DO THAT AFTER THE ROLL CREDITS HE JUST TOOK.  Isaac isn’t taking this too lightly and immediately grabs Jon, throwing him towards the corner - ONLY TO BE MET WITH A QUICK SICK KICK FROM CHRIS SABERTOOTH.  Chris gets back on his feet, looking at both Jon and Isaac. Isaac is showing resilience, picking himself up immediately and doing the same. He is not backing down, making sure to match Sabertooth’s gaze...AND BOTH START GOING AT ONE ANOTHER WITH PUNCHES AND KICKS!  ISAAC IS GETTING THE UPPER HAND OF THE SITUATION, OVERWHELMING SABERTOOTH WITH HITS! CHOPS TO THE CHEST! SLAPS TO THE FACE! THERE HE GOES WITH THE ROLL CREDITS! SABERTOOTH IS SPUN AROUND FROM THAT! But as if he has eyes in the back of his head - HE NAILS ISAAC WITH THE PELE! Isaac nearly falls over as Sabertooth gets up and pulls him in! BRAINBUSTER! CHRISTOPHER GETS ON TOP OF ISAAC AND HOOKS THE LEG!

 

Chet Kensington: ONNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!......TWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOO………..THHHRRRREEEEE -

 

Lance Hart: SCOTTY ADAMS! SCOTTY ADAMS COMING OUT OF NOWHERE AND PULLING SABERTOOTH OFF OF ISAAC, PINNING HIS SHOULDERS ONTO THE MAT IN A CRADLE!!! THIS IS THE SAME CRADLE THAT WON HIM HIS FIRST DEFENSE TWO WEEKS AGO!

 

Chet Kensington: ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEE!!!....TWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!......TTTHHHRRRRRRRRR --

 

Lance Hart: Sabertooth escapes that pin! He’s not the quicker to the draw when it comes to getting to his feet though! Scotty is prepared! He lifts up Sabertooth and drops him with what he calls the Hollow Point! ANOTHER pin attempt by Scotty!

 

Chet Kensington: ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEE!!!....TWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!....

 

Morgan Shaw: Once again Sabertooth gets the shoulder up! Scotty Adams is looking frustrated! He’s on borrowed time as far as everyone being down like this! Scotty Adams races over into the corner and observes Sabertooth getting up! Scotty is slapping his knee! He’s signaling for the most dangerous move in his arsenal of his, that bicycle knee which never fails to lay a man out! Sabertooth is getting to his feet….AND SCOTTY TAKES OFF LOOKING TO DELIVER IT -- BROOOKKKKEEEENNNNN TOOOOOTTTTHHH!! SABERTOOTH STOPS SCOTTY’S KNEE WITH A KNEE OF HIS OWN! THE ADRENALINE WAKING SABERTOOTH UP AT THE LAST SECOND THERE! SABERTOOTH GOT SCOTTY BAD! THE CHAMPION’S HEAD WHIPPED BACK AS YOU SEE HIS TEETH STAINED RED, HIS MOUTH CLEARLY BLOODIED! SABERTOOTH IS CRAWLING OVER TO ADAMS, LOOKING TO CAPITALIZE WITH A PIN ON THE CHAMPION SO HE CAN CLINCH THE TITLE!

 

Lance Hart: Jon freaking McAdams though! Jon’s got a grip of Sabertooth’s tights and is holding him back! McAdams guides Sabertooth up to his feet, places Sabertooth’s arm over his neck….THEN POPS HIM UP INTO THE AIR! MCADAMS CATCHES SABERTOOTH ON THE WAY DOWN WITH THAT LUMBAR CHECK! THE KINGBREAKER! SABERTOOTH BOUNCES OFF OF THOSE KNEES, HIS BODY FOLDED UP FROM THAT MANEUVER! MCADAMS WAS LAYING LOW, WAITING FOR THAT MOMENT! THE SOVEREIGN RUSHES OVER TO SABERTOOTH! A HOOK OF THE LEG! WE HAVE A COVER!

 

Chet Kensington: ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEE!!!....TWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!.....THRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

 

Morgan Shaw: NEW CHAMP -- HUH!? SWAN SONG! ISAAC THORNTON BLINDSIDED SABERTOOTH WITH THE SUPERKICK TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD, NO TIME FOR THEATRICS GIVEN THE URGENCY OF THE SITUATION! MCADAMS GETTING KICKED RIGHT OFF THE BODY OF SABERTOOTH THANKS TO THORNTON! THORNTON IS NOT EVEN DONE YET EITHER! HE WANTS TO SEAL THE DEAL!

 

Lance Hart: I understand it. He has been through so much and that back of his is still messed up! This can’t carry on much longer and he needs certainty! Isaac Thornton drags Jon McAdams up to his feet, heaving up the dead weight of McAdams and smacking him around to wake up! He helps Jon stand up….HE THEN LEAVES HIM BE SO HE CAN SPRINGBOARD OFF OF THE ROPES! CUTTER! THE DIRECTOR’S CUT! ISAAC THORNTON PUT HIS ALL BEHIND THAT, SPIKING MCADAMS ONTO THE CROWN OF HIS HEAD WITH EVERYTHING HE HAD! ISAAC THORNTON COULDN’T HAVE DONE THAT MORE PERFECTLY! WHY ISN’T HE GOING FOR THE PIN?

 

Morgan Shaw: It’s that back! It’s even more aggravated! Isaac Thornton hurt himself there and caused it to flare up much more! He’s got to block out that distraction and get to the pin! Chet is asking him if he wants any assistance, we all know the answer to that: no. Isaac Thornton manning up and getting to his feet, wincing as he stands straight! He’s ready to walk over to the body of McAdams! He turns around INTO A SILVER BULLET! SILVER BULLLEEEETTTTT!!! YOU CAN’T KEEP SCOTTY ADAMS DOWN! SCOTTY ALMOST TAKING ISAAC’S HEAD OFF WITH THAT BICYCLE KNEE! SCOTTY DROPS ISAAC AND THEN FALLS RIGHT ON TOP OF HIM! THIS HAS TO BE IT!

 

Chet Kensington: ONNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! THHRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

 

Lance Hart: ….KIIIICCCCKKKKOOOUUUTTTT!!! ISAAC THORNTON PUSHED SCOTTY OFF OF HIM! HOW IN THE WORLD!? SCOTTY ADAMS’ EYES ARE WIDE, THIS HAS BEEN THE FIGHT OF HIS LIFE! FOR ALL FOUR MEN ACTUALLY! ALL OF THEM ARE DOWN AND EXHAUSTED! EVERY SINGLE MAN PUT OUT THEIR BEST MOVE AND IT DIDN’T GET THE JOB DONE! WHAT WILL DO IT? WHAT WILL WIN THIS MATCH?

 

Morgan Shaw: Scotty Adams is trying to figure that out! He’s looking up at the lights and looks like he’s in thought! Scotty had to have come into this match with several plans but they fell by the wayside with how unpredictable this four way has been! Scotty Adams, catching his breath, still staring off and wanting to make sense of all this. Scotty seems to have found an idea now and is ready to sit up and get back into this as SSSSSSSSABERTOOTH! SABERTOOTH FLIES INTO THE SHOT! LIONSSSAAAUULLLLTTT!!! SABERTOOTH PICKED A GREAT SPOT, TAKING SCOTTY RIGHT BACK DOWN! NOW IF HE CAN RETURN TO HIS FEET HE CAN TAKE ADVANTAGE OF ANY OF THE THREE MEN IN THIS MATCH!

 

Lance Hart: Sabertooth takes his time with getting up, gaining his composure and eyeing his competition.  He grabs on the second rope and manages to get on one of his knees for support. He’s up! What’s he gonna do now? - WHAT IN THE WORLD?!  HOW IN THE WORLD?! JON MCADAMS WITH A CLOTHESLINE, SENDING CHRISTOPHER SABERTOOTH OUT OF THE RING. HOW DID JON GET BACK UP? THIS GUY IS TRULY A MACHINE! SABERTOOTH GETTING TAKEN OUT OF THE EQUATION FROM THAT NASTY TUMBLE! MCADAMS LOOKING PROUD OF HIMSELF HERE AS HE TALKS HIS TRASH TO SABERTOOTH ON THE FLOOR - BUT HE MAY HAVE COST HIMSELF THE MATCH! ISAAC THORNTON BACK UP WITH THE DIRECTOR’S CUT AGAIN! THAT HIT LANDED FLUSH AS MCADAMS IS CLEAN OUT! Isaac Thornton is looking for the pin, meanwhile Scotty is stirring! Isaac Thornton’s eyes divert to Scotty! Thornton has an opening, everyone else is down except Scotty! This is his moment! The time to strike! He’s stomping his feet, looking at Scotty from behind! BEGGING him to get up! Scotty takes a knee and Isaac sees what he has to do…..SWAAANN SONG - NO! SCOTTY CATCHES HIM! POWERBOMB POSITION...THROW INTO THE TURNBUCKLE! Isaac falls over from the impact! THE BACK AGAIN SUFFERING BADLY! The actor turned wrestler is getting back up to the best of his ability, but is met by Scotty Adams!...ISAAC IS STRUGGLING TO PUSH HIMSELF BACK UP BEFORE SCOTTY CAN GET HIS HANDS ON HIM, BUT TIME’S UP! SCOTTY RIPS HIM AWAY FROM THE CANVAS AND PICKS HIM UP! HE HAS HIM IN AN ARGENTINE BACKBREAKER -- THORNTON MEETS PURITY’S CALLING!  IT CONNECTS AND SCOTTY GOES FOR THE PIN. ISAAC’S BACK GETTING RECKED EVEN FURTHER THERE AS HE SEEMS OUT OF IT FROM THE PAIN! COULD THIS BE TRULY IT?!

 

Morgan Shaw: NO, IT WON’T! JON MCADAMS! MCADAMS REFUSING TO GIVE UP AS HE DEADLIFTS SCOTTY ADAMS BEFORE THE REFEREE CAN GET IN POSITION AND THEN TOSSES HIM WITH A GERMAN SUPLEX! This man keeps on coming back! Jon McAdams should be stealing that pin but it seems like he’d rather opt to pin the champion! Jon McAdams picks Scotty Adams up and peppers him with heavy knees to the sternum! An uppercut series! McAdams moving as quick as he can with this, he wants to soften Scotty up but he also wants to make sure nobody can stop him! He turns Scotty around now and lifts him up! Looking to go for the LUUMMMBBARRR CHECCKKK - OH! SCOTTY SLAMS HIS ELBOW ON THE NECK OF MCADAMS! McAdams hunches over and lets go! Scotty Adams turns back around and swings with a roundhouse kick! Scotty stumbling about, still shaken from all of McAdams’ offense! Another roundhouse! Scotty with a third! McAdams catches it! He pulls down on that leg so Scotty drops to the ground! McAdams with a smirk as he can feel the end, he has checkmated Scotty! McAdams signals for the Head Trauma as he runs the ropes, but then changes his intentions! McAdams saw Sabertooth trying to get on the apron and delivered a baseball slide to take him down! He gets up and resumes to fighting with Scotty! Scotty has come to and charges at McAdams! McAdams with the clothesline which Scotty ducks! Scotty hits the ropes! SILVER BULLET! BICYCLE KNEE YET AGAIN! SCOTTY ADAMS PULLS THAT MOVE OUT OF THE RESERVE AS HE LANDS ON MCADAMS WITH NOTHING LEFT IN THE TANK!  

 

Chet Kensington: ONNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! TWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! THHHRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!


(DING! DING! DING!)

 

(“Red Hour” by Stria hits as Scotty Adams rolls off of Jon McAdams, damn near passed out. Jon McAdams starts to stir, banging his fists on the canvas, angry at not being able to kick out and stop the pin in time.)
 

Juliana DeMarco: Here is your winner, and still your OWA Spartan Champion, SCOTTTYYYYYYYYYYYYY AAAAAAADDDDDDDAAAAAMMMMMSSSSSSSS!!!!!!

 

Morgan Shaw: HE DOES IT AGAIN!  SCOTTY ADAMS DEFENDS THE BELT SUCCESSFULLY FOR A SECOND TIME.  THE ODDS WERE STACKED AGAINST HIM, BUT HE MANAGED TO PULL OUT WHAT MAY BE HIS BEST PERFORMANCE YET!  WHAT AN IMPRESSIVE WIN FOR THIS YOUNG MAN.

 

Lance Hart: I’M GLAD HE DID.  This guy has worked his ass off to be here and the arena agrees as they’re giving Scotty a hell of an ovation. That sequence at the end was insane, anyone could have been champion! Scotty lucked out as a chain of events led to victory. McAdams taking out Sabertooth, Thornton with the Director’s Cut on McAdams, then Isaac’s hurt back coming into play as the injury Scotty gave Isaac came full circle, an excellent move in hindsight. Scotty was able to take Isaac out of commission for good and a prideful McAdams chose to go one on one with Scotty, a move that would cost him in the end. Our champion is trying to get back up, but this match took everything out of him; he put his body on the line tonight because he’s a true Spartan!   

 

(Scotty Adams tries to pull himself up and asks Chet Kensington for his title.  Surprisingly, Chet doesn’t have the title in hand.)

 

Morgan Shaw: Where’s this guys’ belt?  He’s looking all over for it. This fucking bum of a ref better not have lost it during the match...idiot.  

 

Lance Hart: Obviously the belt is around here, calm down. The referee is looking for the crew member he gave the belt to as - ohhh hold on! The fans are perking up, there’s something that’s been going on at the timekeeper’s area….who is that man? This man is assaulting the stagehand as he has the Spartan’s Championship in his possession! There’s some murmuring amongst the audience as we see a few more people causing a commotion! Those are some big men in the crowd, pushing people out of the way as they descend down the stairs to get closer to the barricades. The EMTs rush to assist Isaac out of the ring, McAdams has already left and Sabertooth has just hightailed it as he knows there’s nothing but trouble to come. That just leaves the champ who is all by himself! Hey, someone stop these guys, they’re approaching Scotty Adams!  

 

Morgan Shaw: One...two...three…four guys!  This doesn’t look good for the champion. Scotty not wanting to leave the ring knowing those men have the title in their possession but I feel like he couldn’t leave even if he wanted to! These bruisers are surrounding him, walking around him, preparing to strike.  Scotty’s trying to get up, but these guys keep pushing him down, towering over him and now pinning back his arms! They have him in their clutches and won’t let him go!

 

Lance Hart: Oh, and look who it is heading down to join!  It’s none other than El Capitan, CASPIAN! From what I had heard CASPIAN was going to be in the sky box tonight. He’s been watching this match go down from afar and he had to have been waiting on doing this, planting several of his men in the crowd to surprise Scotty. One of the men has hung back to greet CASPIAN at ringside, it’s the man with the title! He passes it to CASPIAN! CASPIAN HAS THE SPARTAN’S BELT IN HIS HANDS.  CASPIAN rolls into the ring with the belt as Scotty tries to twist out of the grasp of his men! It’s no use! He’s defenseless! CASPIAN has the belt in both hands, he looks like he’s ready to hit Scotty with his own belt! CASPIAN already caused chaos last Kingdom, now he’s doing it at Game Over! CASPIAN looks down at the belt longingly, he takes a few steps back AND RUNS AT SCOTTY, HERE WE GO --

 

(CASPIAN stops at the last second, faking out Scotty. No longer tense, CASPIAN begins laughing, much to the confusion of Scotty who had braced himself to be hit with the title.)

 

CASPIAN (off mic): *laughing* Ease up, perro. I’m not here for a fight tonight. I just wanted to be the one to personally give this to you….

 

(CASPIAN, slowly walks the rest of the distance to Scotty with the belt still in his hands and then respectfully gives it to him, placing the title on his shoulder for him. CASPIAN is passed a microphone so everyone can hear what he has to say.)

 

CASPIAN: That was a great match you just had, a really impressive defense. I enjoyed the hell out of watching it. I knew you’d come out the winner in the end. I was hoping for it so I could congratulate you…..It’s about time we properly acquainted ourselves after our brush ups with each other in the past. I figured this would be needed after after all, since I’m sure you’ll be seeing a lot more of me in these coming weeks. My apologies for my friends holding you up like this but I had to make sure you wouldn’t try to walk off before we could talk - or pull any funny business when you see me. Vincent, Castro, you can let him go.

 

(The men are no longer rough in how they handle Scotty as they’re helping him get up and dusting him off.  Scotty Adams clutches his title tight and looks around, still wary of the situation as he knows he’s not out of the woods just yet. CASPIAN smirks and looks right into the eye of Scotty Adams.)

 

CASPIAN: Yeah, hold the belt closely, you deserve it. But relax a bit. You don’t have to worry about it being taken or anything. I’m not here for it tonight. Though I could understand being paranoid if I was in your shoes. Having got a close look at it myself, that’s a nice title you have in your possession. A real prize. I’m sure it would have to take a great competitor to get it off of you. Someone who is just as cunning, just as strategic and just as dangerous as you are…..

 

(CASPIAN pauses for a moment, making Scotty follow his eyes as he looks at the line up of menacing men he has at his disposal.)

 

CASPIAN: Heh. Anywho, I suppose I’ll see you around my good man. You have a nice night now. Prepare yourself for our paths to cross again...likely in a less formal manner.

 

(CASPIAN finally walks off as him and his men leave in single file up the ramp, leaving Scotty Adams in the middle of the ring uneasy.)

 

Lance Hart: That was an uncomfortable scene.

 

Morgan Shaw: I’m sure CASPIAN was aiming for that effect. He’s playing mind games with Scotty Adams, showing his power in the process.  This guy is so entitled, but I’ll give him something; if he wants something, he’ll do everything he damn well can to do it.

 

(COMMERCIAL)

 

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[NAS VS. STARK]

 

(COMMERCIAL: Dystopia Fight Club: an all new Netflix Original series. Coming soon in 2018.)

 

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(“Cynics & Critics” by Icons For Hire plays to mostly heat from the crowd as Mia Marie Vega comes out onto the stage followed closely behind by the OWA Women’s Champion, Sweet Roxy. They both wear black “V&V Royale” merchandise as they stand tall on the entrance stage. In unison, they both glance at one another, nod at one another, and then make their way down the ramp together at exactly the same pace and in exactly the same motion.)

 

(DING! DING! DING!)

 

Julianna DeMarco: The following tag team contest is scheduled for ONE FALL! Approaching the ring, “The Cult Classic” Mia Marie Vega and the OWA Women’s Champion Sweet Roxy, together they are… V&V ROOOOOOOYYYYYAAAAAAAALLLEEEEE!!!

 

Gia Cervantes: After weeks of build up, this extremely personal rivalry finally sees some legitimate action between four individuals with giant egos! All truly believe they are the best individually, but we have one duo in this tag team match that believe they are the best TOGETHER. We have yet to see V&V Royale compete as a tag team here in OWA and tonight will be the first time.

 

Ashley Walker: If the past is anything to go off on, then we know just how deadly they are as a collective unit! I mean just look at the way these two are heading to the ring right now. They aren’t just making their way to the ring normally, oh no. They gotta be extra. They gotta show exactly just how incredible these two work together as they’re doing it ALL at the exact same time! Their arm and leg movements, their facial expressions, it’s just… it’s just an unsettling sight the more you look at it!

 

Gia Cervantes: I know what you mean, and even though one of them holds the top championship in the division, it doesn’t seem to have affected their friendship in any way!

 

Ashley Walker: Nope! In fact, they may have grown even STRONGER as a team because of the victory.

 

Gia Cervantes: I dunno, Ash. We all saw how Harper and HENDRIX took these two out last week. Perhaps Roxy’s championship win may have brought a divide between the two after all. I guess we’ll have to wait and see.

 

(“Studio” by ScHoolboy Q feat. BJ The Chicago Kid plays to a mixed ovation as the arena lights switch to a purple colour. When the first chorus begins, purple and silver sparks fly up from the stage as Megan Harper moonwalks out from behind the curtain with a smirk on her face. She begins to make her descent down the aisle.)

 

Julianna DeMarco: Introducing their opponents, first… from Hammersmith, London, England! She is “The Storm” … MMMEEEEEEGGGGAAAANNNN HAAAAAAAAARRRPPEEERRR!!!

 

Ashley Walker: And you talked about the personal issues involved here earlier Gia and it seems that Megan has a lot of problems with how V&V Royale constantly talks about their family lineage. Yes, they both are second generation wrestlers but in her mind, Megan believes that both of their families are overrated and overhyped. She has also stated that neither of them should be proud to represent their family name seeing as though neither one of them have done much of anything in their wrestling careers.

 

Gia Cervantes: You say that, but Megan said that BEFORE one of the members of V&V Royale won a damn championship in just her second career match. Megan is certainly an incredibly talented individual and I believe she is now very much aware of the impact these ladies can make, at least Sweet Roxy.

 

Ashley Walker: That’s right. This is Mia Marie Vega’s first official match here in OWA so it’s going to be interesting to see how she fares here tonight at Game Over.

 

(“Money” by Of Mice & Men plays as the arena lights turn to gold. After taking a bit longer than usual, HENDRIX slowly makes her way out from behind the curtains almost in a fed up mood. Her lifeless eyes stare only at the ground beneath her feet as she continues to walk slowly down the ramp.)

 

Julianna DeMarco: And her tag team partner, from Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada! She is “The Golden Goddess” … HEEEEEEEEEEEENNNDDDDDRRRIIIXXXXX!!!

 

Gia Cervantes: What the hell is going on with HENDRIX here?!

 

Ashley Walker: I wish I could say, Gia! She seems… cold. This certainly isn’t the same HENDRIX we saw this past week that took out V&V with Megan.

 

Gia Cervantes: Perhaps she’s spent the week deep in thought and it may have brought out a new found attitude within herself. She has now reached Megan at the end of the ramp but she pays no mind to her partner. She instead looks up and eyes only Sweet Roxy in the ring, who can’t help but grin while raising her championship in the air. Look Ash, HENDRIX looks ready to explode!

 

Ashley Walker: Megan doesn’t quite know what to make of it! It’s like there’s something inside of The Golden Goddess just WAITING to be unleashed! Both HENDRIX and Megan enter the ring now and Megan keeps her partner at bay in their respective corner.


Gia Cervantes: Yeah but that isn’t stopping V&V Royale from tormenting the former champion! HENDRIX might unleash whatever she’s holding inside of her out on both of her opponents any moment now!

 

(“Money” fades out as Megan Harper leaves the ring and stands on the apron. Both members of V&V exit out onto the ring apron and look toward some of the front row members of the crowd closest to them.)

 

Gia Cervantes: While it looks like their opponents are ready to go in this match, V&V Royale are taking their time, They’re in no rush, Ash. In fact they’re beginning to taunt some of the fans in attendance here. Mia Marie Vega seems to be pointing and laughing at a teenage girl actually cosplaying as her!

 

Ashley Walker: Goodness that’s a little harsh don’t you think?

 

Gia Cervantes: Meanwhile Roxy holds her championship out to continue to gloat as much as she can and… OH MY GOD!!! HENDRIX SPRINTS TOWARDS BOTH LADIES! RUNNING SHOULDER TACKLE TO MIA SENDS HER FLYING INTO THE BARRICADE! UH-OH! SHE GRABS ROXY BY THE HAIR AND PULLS HER OVER THE ROPES AND FLIPS HER INTO THE RING!! THE OFFICIAL CALLS FOR THE BELL!

 

(DING! DING! DING!)

 

Gia Cervantes: Seems a little unfair to call for the bell when Roxy wasn’t ready but it is what it is I guess! Roxy has gotten to her feet and HENDRIX IS UNLEASHING HELL! Multiple chop blocks and forearm smashes sending the champion into the ropes. Before the referee can jump in for the rope break, HENDRIX irish whips her to the opposite side of the ring. Oh! Roxy with the reversal and HENDRIX heads over instead. HENDRIX rebounds back… ANOTHER SHOULDER TACKLE THAT FLOORS SWEET ROXY!

 

Ashley Walker: HENDRIX heads for the ropes herself and comes back but Roxy flips over onto her stomach and HENDRIX leapfrogs over the champion! Roxy gets to her feet… but HENDRIX IS STANDING RIGHT THERE! Thrust kick to the abdomen followed by a Japanese Arm Drag! The former champion is showing complete dominance here! She’s just SQUASHING the current champion! She’s showing just how gold hungry she is and wants that title back as soon as the opportunity is given to her!

Gia Cervantes: She’s got a chip on her shoulder, and Roxy is the one that put it there when she took the title from her in, what she believes, humiliating fashion. Roxy against the ropes, HENDRIX sending her off with the Irish whip. Roxy whiffs with the clothesline attempt as HENDRIX ducks and jumps up with a neckbreaker! Roxy is sent crashing to the mat as Hendrix places her foot on Roxy’s chest for the cover, flipping her hair out of her face.

Elle Halen: ONEEE! TWOO!!!

Gia Cervantes: A kick out at two from that mocking cover by HENDRIX!

Ashley Walker: Perhaps we’re seeing what both Megan and HENDRIX have been preaching these past few weeks in the fact that these two ladies are riding the coattails of their family name! They don’t have the experience that their opposition in this match does! Roxy now sits up but its leading HENDRIX into forming new ideas! Standing behind the champion, she rushes forward and… SNAPMARE! Before HENDRIX can continue the onslaught, Roxy manages to roll toward her corner where Mia Marie Vega checks on her.

 

Gia Cervantes: The champion has gotten off to a shaky start, Mia asking her partner is she’s alright. Roxy seems to be persisting that she’s fine and Mia is giving her some encouragement to get back in there as she circles back in with HENDRIX, who is looking smug after making an early dominance over who she considers a paper champion.

Ashley Walker: Both look to be circling one another now before locking up in the center. Sweet Roxy gives it her best but the sheer strength of The Golden Goddess is being put on display as she SLAMS HER RIGHT INTO THE CANVAS! KNEE DROP TO FOLLOW UP! She keeps her knee right in the back of Roxy’s neck as she looks up at Megan who is holding her arm out for a tag. HENDRIX is hesitant - I bet she definitely wants to continue her dominance on the champion right now… but she pulls Roxy by her hair into her corner and tags in her partner!

 

Elle Halen: TAG!!

 

Ashley Walker: And in comes THE STORM!

 

Gia Cervantes: A small sample of cohesiveness between these two as pulls Roxy to her feet, both women putting a shoulder into the Women’s Champions stomach and connect with a double Northern Lights Suplex! Megan has the bridge as HENDRIX stands between them and Mia, who is showing concern for her partner!

Elle Halen: ONEEE! TWOOO!!!

Gia Cervantes: Roxy managing to kick out! HENDRIX being told by Elle to get back onto the apron as Megan circles the downed champion.

 

Ashley Walker: Megan now drops to one knee and begins to deliver some basic elbow strikes to the head of Roxy before lifting her to her feet. She irish whips her towards the ropes and she comes back. MEGAN WITH A BACK ELBOW! ...WAIT! ROXY DUCKS! Roxy heads to the other side of the ropes and rebounds back and attempts a clothesline, but Megan Harper with that flexibility dodges it with the matrix evasion! ...OH MY GOODNESS! WHILE MEGAN WAS IN THAT POSITION, ROXY LEAPT UP FOR A DOUBLE FOOT STOMP RIGHT INTO THE STERNUM OF THE STORM! AND JUST LIKE THAT, AFTER HENDRIX SPENT THE ENTIRETY OF THIS MATCH IN CONTROL, IT IS NOW SWEET ROXY WHO HAS TAKEN OVER!

Gia Cervantes: She has made the opening, and is looking to make a tag to Mia Marie Vega, who has been on the apron eagerly awaiting her entry into the match! She crawls to her corner… But HENDRIX is in and grabs Roxy by the leg, dragging her back to the corner of herself and Megan! HENDRIX shoves the champion into the corner, Megan getting back up to her feet as her and HENDRIX are looking for something! HENDRIX Irish whips Megan into Roxy… BUT ROXY DODGES THE SPLASH, SENDING MEGAN INTO THE TURNBUCKLES! HENDRIX charges in, ONLY FOR ROXY TO SLIP THROUGH THE MIDDLE ROPE AND ONTO THE APRON, SENDING HENDRIX CRASHING INTO MEGAN! Both women stumble out of the corner, Roxy looking for something AS SHE FLIES IN WITH A SPRINGBOARD CROSSBODY INTO BOTH WOMEN!

 

Ashley Walker: Very quick thinking on her feet there! HENDRIX rolls out of the ring and Roxy hooks Megan’s legs for a cover!

 

Elle Halen: ONEEEEE!! TWOOOOO!!

 

Ashley Walker: No good. Roxy stomps at Megan’s head before dragging her now into her corner… AND THERE IT IS! MIA MARIE VEGA HAS OFFICIALLY TAGGED INTO THIS MATCH AND FINALLY WE ARE GOING TO SEE THIS WOMAN IN ACTION! Mia makes her way into the center of the ring while Roxy lifts Megan up in their corner. Roxy looks back and Mia nods at her. Roxy now irish whips Megan towards Mia and… SPIN KICK!!! THEY CALL THAT PATENANT TAG TEAM MOVE THE DASH OF GOLD WHICH TAKES MEGAN HARPER OUT CLEANLY! The champion leaves the ring and The Cult Classic drops down for a cover, hooking the far leg.

 

Elle Halen: ONEEEEEEEE!! TWOOOOOOOOOO!! THRRR--

Ashley Walker: No good!

Gia Cervantes: The white-hot Mia has turned the tables for the V&V Royale team, whipping Megan into the Royale corner. With HENDRIX down on the floor, Mia makes a dash to the other side of the ring, and charges back WITH A BIG DOUBLE KNEE ATTACK INTO THE CHEST OF MEGAN! Megan slouches down into the seated position, Mia making another lap of the ring RETURNING WITH A CHARGING HIP ATTACK TO THE HEAD! She pulls Megan out of the corner by her leg, going for the cover and hooking the leg!

Elle Halen: ONEEEEEE!!! TWOOOOOOOO!!! THRRR--

Gia Cervantes: Not enough yet to put Megan Harper down.

 

Ashley Walker: Mia is looking the goods here in her debut match against a former champion in her own right! Mia sits Megan upright before locking in a DRAGON SLEEPER! Mia applies a lot of pressure with that grip and Megan is finding it hard to breathe, letting out screams and moving around in an attempt to break out of the hold. Mia slowly begins to back up toward her corner and Roxy tags in.

 

Elle Halen: TAG!!

 

Ashley Walker: Roxy makes a beeline to the ropes. What’s she got in mind?! She makes her way back for a dropkick to the stomach of Megan and Mia releases! Mia exits out onto the ring apron and makes a tag back in almost immediately!

 

Elle Halen: TAG!!

 

Gia Cervantes: Quick tags may keep their opponents at bay here! What are they doing here? Roxy off the ropes, and does a wheelbarrow on Mia… WHO ASSISTS HER DOWN WITH A SENTON! Innovative tag team maneuvers here from Vega and Roxy as Roxy goes for a cover!

Elle Halen: ONEEEE!!! TWOOO!!! TH--

Gia Cervantes: But here is HENDRIX! Slides in and breaks up the cover right in the nick of time! Mia just unable to prevent the break up, but quickly tosses HENDRIX back out! Once again getting into her corner, Roxy making another tag to Mia!

Elle Halen: TAG!!

 

Ashley Walker: Mia enters the ring and lifts Megan up to her feet. Oh! Megan with a forearm strike! Another! And another one! Megan makes her way towards the ropes and comes rebounding back, but Mia is ready for a back elbow! NO!! Megan ducks and makes her way to the other side. She comes running back but MIA WITH ANOTHER BACK ELBOW ATTEMPT! Megan ONCE AGAIN ducks it and heads for the ropes AGAIN! This time Mia follows. Megan rebounds off of the ropes and moves forward expecting to see her opponent there but Mia is behind her after hitting the ropes herself! A CLUBBING BLOW TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD! That drops Megan to one knee. Mia nods to herself before running to the opposite side. Megan is up! Both women run at each other… OHHH!! MID-AIR COLLISION! BOTH MEGAN HARPER AND MIA MARIE VEGA ATTEMPT A RUNNING CROSSBODY AND BOTH OF THEM ARE NOW GROUNDED!

Gia Cervantes: That was a nasty collision, both women are down and clutching at their abdomens! The crowd are slow clapping for seemingly both these women, Roxy in their corner with her hand outstretched and awaiting the tag! HENDRIX on the other side, doing the same for Megan as both women are crawling to their respective corners, both women reach out… AND GET THE TAG, BOTH ROXY AND HENDRIX ARE LEGAL!

Elle Halen: TAG!! BOTH LADIES!!

 

Ashley Walker: IN COMES THE CHAMP AND FORMER CHAMP! Both head toward each other and just unleash LEFTS AND RIGHTS! The crowd are getting behind this brawl right now! HENDRIX begins to take control delivering right hand jabs and chops to the chest of Roxy that forces her into the ropes. She irish whips her to the other side and follows not far behind. She reaches the opposite side and HENDRIX WITH A KNEE LIFT INTO THE GUT! She brings the champion back a bit… SNAP SUPLEX!! SWEET ROXY IS DOWN! She is however not STAYING down because she starts to crawl her way over to the ropes and uses it to assist herself back to her feet! HENDRIX heads over and grabs her by the shoulders… uh-oh she’s not thinking… THE GOLDEN DAGGER!!! THE ARM TRAP BACKSTABBER!!!

 

Gia Cervantes: ...NO!! ROXY HOLDS ONTO THE ROPES AND HENDRIX LANDS ON THE CANVAS! Roxy runs the ropes!

Small portion of the crowd: HELLOOOOOOO ROXY!!!

Gia Cervantes: The Rolling Thunder connects as Roxy crashes into HENDRIX’s sternum! She follows through with a springboard Moonsault, BUT CRASHES INTO THE RAISED KNEES OF HENDRIX! Roxy crumbles onto her knees, clutching at her stomach as HENDRIX capitalizes by trapping her arms AND GETS THE BACKSTABBER! THE GOLDEN DAGGER CONNECTS! She got it this time and goes for the cover!

Elle Halen: ONEEE!!!!! TWOOO!!!!
THREEE--

 

Ashley Walker: THE CHAMP KICKS OUT! HENDRIX gets to her feet and it looks like she’s lining something up here. Megan and Mia are both still down as Roxy gets back up to her feet, but she’s in a daze! HENDRIX heads for the ropes and handsprings, HERE WE GO!! THE GOLDEN GUN!!!! BACK HANDSPRING STUNNER!! ...WAIT!! ROXY EVADES IT! HENDRIX IS IN A SEATED POSITION AS ROXY RUNS FORWARD FOR A EUROPEAN UPPERCUT!! BOTH LADIES ARE NOW DOWN IN THE CENTER OF THE RING! NO MEGAN, NO MIA! WHAT’S--

 

(“Freedom” by Beyonce & Kendrick Lamar plays as the crowd rise to their feet for the return of Aria Jaxon.)

 

Ashley Walker: OH YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW!

 

Gia Cervantes: YES!!! YES! YES! FINALLY I HAVE THE CHANCE TO SCREAM IN SUPPORT OF MY SIS! NOBODY IS GONNA TELL ME OTHERWISE!! HIIII ARIA!

 

Ashley Walker: Hush, Gia! What the heck is she doing out here?! She was ARRESTED EARLIER TONIGHT!!

 

Gia Cervantes: SHE MUST HAVE THAT BAIL MONEY, ASH! SHE’S ARIA JAXON! SHE ALWAYS FINDS A WAY!

 

Ashley Walker: What does that even mean?! Aria is making her way down to the ramp and she’s bringing it all in. She’s caused enough havoc already tonight and now she’s going to ruin a perfectly good women’s match here!

 

Gia Cervantes: After surveying the scene, Aria Jaxon jumps up onto the apron but Elle Halen immediately tells her off. Sweet Roxy is the first one to get back to her feet and she only just know notices Aria out here!

 

Elle Halen (no mic): Aria I am going to need to ask you to leave immediately.

 

Aria Jaxon (no mic): Why? I’m just out here to watch four women who probably couldn’t even carry my bags properly attempt to wrestle a good match. Don’t mind me!

 

Gia Cervantes: Sheesh, shot’s fired!

 

Ashley Walker: A little harsh!

 

Gia Cervantes: Is she wrong though?

 

Ashley Walker: Elle continues to try and have Aria jump down… but Sweet Roxy makes her way over to Aria! What on earth is going on here?! The two begin to argue and bicker. Elle Halen seems to be signalling towards the entrance stage for some assistance out here… HEY! ARIA BRINGS ELLE’S HEAD TOWARDS HER AND DELIVERS AN OPEN PALM STRIKE TO THE FACE OF SWEET ROXY!

 

Gia Cervantes: Officials run out from the back now and Aria finally jumps down from the apron and hops the barricade and is getting the hell out of dodge! Go sis, run!!

 

Ashley Walker: Elle has no idea what to make of this and… IN THE RING!! THE GOLDEN EPILOGUE BY HENDRIX TO ROXY!! THE ROLLING STUNNER!!! MEANWHILE ON THE OUTSIDE, MEGAN HARPER NAILS MIA MARIE VEGA WITH THE SNAPSHOT! THE RUNNING KNEE STRIKE FLOORS HER! MEGAN ROLLS IN AS HENDRIX LIFTS ROXY UP TO HER FEET! NOT LIKE THIS!! COME ON!! HENDRIX WITH THE BACK HANDSPRING AS MEGAN RUSHES FORWARD… THE GOLDEN GUN/SNAPSHOT COMBINATION!  THAT MOVE TOOK OUT SWEET ROXY LAST WEEK ON KINGDOM! HENDRIX GOES FOR THE COVER AND ELLE HALEN HAS NO CHOICE BUT TO COUNT IT!

 

Elle Halen: ONEEEEEEEEEEEE!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

 

(DING! DING! DING!)

 

(“Money” by Of Mice & Men plays as HENDRIX rises to her feet. Elle grabs both Megan and HENDRIX’s arms and raise them in victory.)

 

Julianna DeMarco: Here are your winners, the team of… MEGAN HARPER AAAAAND HEEEEEEEEENNDDDDRRIIIXXX!!

 

Ashley Walker: I HATE THIS STRONGLY GIA! ARIA JAXON JUST RUINED THIS TAG TEAM MATCH! WHAT ARE HER DARN MOTIVES?! SHE WAS THROWN OUT OF THE ARENA EARLIER TONIGHT, THEN SHE WAS ARRESTED FOR TRESPASSING A LITTLE LATER ON… THEN SOMEHOW MANAGED TO GET OUT OF THAT PREDICAMENT AND COST V&V ROYALE THIS WIN!

 

Gia Cervantes: You can complain all you want but Aria Jaxon does what Aria Jaxon wants to do! You want to know her motives? She’s been preaching about being this division’s champion for the past few weeks and Sweet Roxy is the only thing standing between her and that belt! Aria Jaxon doesn’t have many friends these days because she knows how to make people her bitch!

 

Ashley Walker: HENDRIX has a guaranteed rematch down the line for that belt and this victory for her and Megan here tonight I am sure must feel great for them. HENDRIX pinned the champion here at Game Over. Wish I could say she could have done it cleanly. I can’t help but think this win is just tainted because of Aria Jaxon though.

 

Gia Cervantes: Blah, blah, blah, we’ll be right back with our main event.

 

(HENDRIX and Megan leave the ring after continuing their celebration as we fade to commercial.)

 

(COMMERCIAL: for the first time ever, Omega Wrestling Alliance and Strong Style Wrestling will team up to present to you a very special two-day live event… Budokai Tenkaichi! Don’t miss this groundbreaking and historic event coming to you live from the Osaka Dome in Osaka, Japan. June 30th, 2018.)

 

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(We are met with a video package set to “About Today” by The National. We are shown the highlights of both men's careers, from Keelan’s bloodiest matches to Finnegan’s fighting up the ranks. More importantly, it documents the friendship both men had, the pictures and videos of both men goofing around behind the wrestling curtain, and showing them standing side by side during an important match from their past against their at the time greatest rivals. Then we see how it all went upside down as they splintered from each other -- Keelan turning his back on the fans after squandering many chances at becoming world champion, betraying his loved ones, becoming an angry and bitter version of himself -- Finnegan focusing solely on himself and his pursuit of becoming the best wrestler on the planet. Finally, it shows how they find themselves here tonight. Keelans persistence that the two are still friends despite Finnegan’s uncertainties after the events from elsewhere, the events of Hardcore Havoc with Finnegan and Keelan shaking hands, only for Finnegan to immediately hit Keelan with the Andromeda in an act seen in itself as a betrayal, Finnegan becoming the OWA World Champion and how both men have been at each others throats since. The underlying theme being that both men are walking in with something to prove to themselves and that failure is not an option -- it is a matter of do or die.)

(We cut back to the arena where the sold-out crowd are on their feet waiting in anticipation. “Oblivion” by 30 Seconds to Mars plays to a loud reaction of cheers and boos from the fans. Keelan steps through the curtains with a serious expression on his face, wearing a black tank top. On the front it reads, “My Swan Song,” and on the back it reads, “#WinOrGoHome”. He takes center stage and takes a few moments to look around at the arena before breathing in deeply and letting it out. He begins to make his descent down the ramp.)

Lance Hart: Ladies and gentlemen, you are looking right now at an individual that has spent his past year working his ass off to stay as relevant as he possibly can be. He spent almost five whole years in retirement before making his return in mid-2016 to a whole new era of wrestling. The way he managed to adjust and adapt so quickly is a phenomenal feat which attests to just how incredibly talented this man truly is. Tonight, he will compete in perhaps one of the most mentally toughest matches of his entire career - a world championship main event match against his longtime friend, Finnegan Wakefield.

Morgan Shaw: You can forget about his attitude and you can forget about the decisions he has made in the past because this is a different Keelan Callihan you are seeing tonight; one who is poised, determined and motivated to become the world champion tonight. Lance, not only has he not held a world championship in almost seven years but he hasn’t held ANY championship in that amount of time either.

Lance Hart: Some call his return a bust. Some say he’s hogging the spotlight for individuals that should be in his position. If you knew the ins and outs of the wrestling business like most of us here do then you’d know that just is not the case.

Morgan Shaw: That’s right. If somebody truly deserved the spot Keelan is in now, then they would have had to earn it by being there. The only way to do that is by defeating Keelan. Many have tried, all have failed. Just because Keelan’s had unsuccessful attempts at becoming a world champion in the past year doesn’t mean that he doesn’t deserve to be one. If he can get across the line the line against Finnegan Wakefield here tonight, all of those hardships would have all been worth it for this almost 33 year old at the end of the day.

Lance Hart: #WinOrGoHome is what he’s been saying these past few weeks, and that truly is the case for Keelan here tonight at Game Over!

(Keelan climbs up onto the apron closest to the hard camera. The house lights dim down and a single spotlight shines on him as he puts his head down and points his index finger up. After taking the few seconds to pose, Keelan looks up into the hard camera and simply says, “let’s go,” before entering the ring as the house lights come back to normal. Keelan stands tall in the ring and takes a deep, nervous breath before cracking his knuckles. The crowd go into a hush as “Oblivion” dies down, the tension could be cut with a knife. The hush turns into a loud ovation as the distorted opening cords of “Morning Glory” by Oasis plays, Finnegan Wakefield emerging from behind the curtain, his bomber jacket open revealing the glistening gold that is the OWA World Championship around his waist. The usual pomp and circumstance instead replaced with a look of seriousness and determination as Finn's eyes are locked on his opponent, fans slapping his outstretched hands.)

Lance Hart: If we’re seeing a different side of Keelan tonight, it’s awfully fitting that we’re also seeing a different side of Finnegan Wakefield as he makes his way to the ring. I’ve had the benefit of watching this man’s entire career and, in a mere two years, he has accomplished feats many wouldn’t accomplish in twice, perhaps even triple the amount of time. Some believe this to be the reason Keelan and Finn find themselves at each other's throats; Finn has done in two years what Keelan hasn’t his entire career. Some see it as jealousy, others see it as Finnegan getting what Keelan has been due.

Morgan Shaw: But this whole ordeal goes a little deeper than that. It’s that trial and error that produced the Keelan we see today -- the moments of being “the other man” in the hierarchy of this industry. Finnegan’s meteoric rise to the top of the mountain is beyond belief, don’t get me wrong, he has earned every second of it, but Keelan has been working harder than most to get to that status, only to have it slip through his fingers. At the end of the day though, it is about two friends who find themselves on opposite ends of the ring, fighting for the same prize that hangs in the balance.

Lance Hart: Finnegan entered this industry two years ago with nothing but his trunks, his kick pads and a dream; to become the best wrestler in the world. He had people laugh in his face, tell him he’d accomplish nothing, and kicked him while he was down. Who is coming to the ring is the product of one thing; a refusal to compromise his ethics. Some thought it made him weaker, but these fans believed it only made him stronger and, with that title around his waist, it’s hard to argue against it.

Morgan Shaw: This match has raised many, many questions. Is Keelan still the man he presented himself as before the events of Hardcore Havoc? Or has Finnegan let the championship compromise and taint his otherwise clean-nosed image. But the most important question of all; who is the TRUE OWA World Champion? I don’t know about you, Lance, but I believe tonight will answer all those questions.

(Finnegan climbs the steps, his eyes still locked with Keelans as he climbs to the second rope, removing the championship from around his waist and into the air. Dismounting the turnbuckle and into the ring, he stands in the corner, chin-checking himself as Julianna DeMarco raises the microphone to her lips, the house lights dying down once more with a spotlight on the ring.)

(DING! DING! DING!)

Julianna DeMarco: Ladies and gentlemen, tonight’s main event
is scheduled for one fall…

Crowd: ONE FALL!!!!!!

Julianna DeMarco: ...and it is for the OWA WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP!!!

(The crowd roar in approval with a huge ovation.)

Julianna DeMarco: Introducing first… the challenger. From Gold Coast, Australia! Weighing in at 218 pounds… HE IS THE KILLER, KEEEEEEEEEEELLLLAAAAAAAANNNNN CAAAAAAAAAALLLLIIIHHAAAANNN!!!

(Keelan squats down before pointing both index fingers into the air for…)

Keelan Callihan/Crowd: KEELAN CALLIHAN BAAAAYYBAAAAYY!!!

Julianna DeMarco: And his opponent… from Bury St Edmunds, Suffolk, England! Weighing in at 181 pounds… he is the OWA WOOOOOOORLD CHAMPION, THE WRESTLING ARTIST, FIIIIIIIIIIINNEEEEGGGAAAANNN WAAAAAAAAAAKKEEEFFIIEEELLLDDD!!!

(Finnegan Wakefield once again raises the belt into the air with “OOOOOH FINNEGAN WAAAAKEFIEEELD!” chants filling the arena, both men coming face to face in the center of the ring with a look of no-love-loss on their faces. Referee Chet Kensington comes between them in the event of a pre-match brawl, however, both men back up to their corners, no breaking their eye contact with each other. Finnegan removes his bomber jacket and hands it to a ringside attendant before handing the championship to the official, who raises it up high in the air as flashbulbs ignite all around the arena.)

Lance Hart: Ladies and gentlemen, everything is on the line in this one. Keelan Callihan; the man who is putting his career on the line to prove he still has what it takes. And Finnegan Wakefield; the champion with the entire world of expectations on his shoulders. One man will walk away with validation, the other, with nothing.

(The house lights are raised. The championship handed to the timekeeper. Both men limbering up for the war that is about to be waged. Chet Kensington asks both men if they are ready and, with both
mens confirmation, he calls for the bell.)

(DING! DING! DING!)

Lance Hart: The bell has sounded and the duelling chants have already begun! They are ready for our main event of the evening and so are we! Both men are looking around to the highly-invested crowd, not a soul in the building is in their seat and it looks like both men are taking in the gravity of the situation. Finnegan nods to himself and Keelan does the same. Keelan claps his hands and both men leave their respective corners to the ovation and begin circling the ring, eyes locked on one another, scouting each other, preparing to either execute or counter the first move.

 

Morgan Shaw: Looks like both men were thinking the same thing as they already lock horns with the collar and elbow tie up! Keelan, the bigger of the two, showing the power advantage as he backs Finnegan up into the ropes, who responds by raising his hands for a clean break. Keelan, almost with a mocking pat on the chest of Finnegan, backs away for the clean break. Finnegan is a little tongue-in-cheek but approaches his opponent as they lock up again. Keelan once again powers through to push Finnegan into the ropes, but he manoeuvres quickly and instead gets Keelan up against the ropes. Keelan raises arms for the break… FINN WITH A CHOP!?

 

Lance Hart: Just a fake out. Keelan flinched and Finnegan returns the favor from earlier, a pat to his chest before backing away. Keelan even taking a swipe at him out of frustration in response, but he avoids it. Keelan isn’t keeping his cool, and with the situation he is in mentally, one can hardly blame him. Third time going to be the charm now, both men circling each other in the center of the ring, locking up for the third time.

 

Morgan Shaw: Finnegan quickly goes for the right arm of Keelan, wrenching at it. Keelan attempts to chain wrestle his way out, but this is Finn’s element, putting pressure on the back of Keelan's knee with the sole of his boot to ground him as he tries to wear down the joints of his arm early. Keelan isn’t going to be forced to play a mat game with Finn though, firing a forearm strike to the jaw with his free arm, having Finn let go of the hold, forcing him back and sending him off the ropes with an Irish whip. But in one fluid motion, Finnegan grabs Keelan's arm as he slides between his legs with the baseball slide, the momentum flipping Keelan to the ground and Finnegan quickly scurries into the Juji Gatame! The Cross Armbreaker!

 

Lance Hart: Keelan has his hands linked, however, refusing to let Finnegan hyperextend his elbow. He needs to think of a way out, and he seems to have one as he finds his way to his feet, pushing against Finnegan's weight to put his shoulders on the mat. Chet sees this and immediately goes in for the count!

 

Chet Kensington: ONE!...

 

Lance Hart: No good, Finnegan torques at Keelan's arm and he falls back down to the mat, still unable to apply the juji gatame completely, but quickly thwarting the pin attempt. Keelan looks to be trying it once again, stacking Finnegan onto his shoulders!

 

Chet Kensington: ONE!...

 

Morgan Shaw: He’s not trying for a cover, Lance! Keelan is powering Finnegan up into the air, deadlifting him completely off the mat! Finnegan quickly releases the armbar, saving himself from whatever Keelan had planned, landing on his feet and hits Keelan in the jaw with a stiff European Uppercut. Rocking Keelan, Finnegan runs off the ropes for a dropkick! Keelan evades it, Finnegan crashing face-first into the mat! Keelan grabs his legs, picking him up into the Wheelbarrow position for a suplex! But Finnegan once again finds a way out, axe handling the arm of Keelan forcing him to break his grip, grabbing his right arm, wrenches it, AND DELIVERS A PELE KICK TO THE ARM OF KEELAN CALLIHAN!

 

Lance Hart: Keelan goes down to a knee, shaking some feeling back into his arm as the crowd applauds the early back and forth of this contest. Finnegan making it look easy with how effectively he has picked away at Keelans arm, but it is only making Keelan more frustrated. Finnegan goes in to capitalize, but Keelan fires a forearm strike into Finnegan's jaw yet again! Finnegan isn’t rocked this time however, firing back with another European Uppercut! Keelan with another forearm, responded with another uppercut! The two exchanging strikes as this match has quickly escalated into a full-blown fight! Back and forth they go and the crowd are trying to keep up with the impacts!

 

Morgan Shaw: Keelan gets the upper hand with a series of forearms to Finn's jaw and pushes him backwards into the ropes for him to rebound into a discus clothesline! But Finnegan knows Keelan too well, ducking the clothesline and slipping behind Keelan, grabbing his waist and forces him into the ropes and pulls him back into an O’Connor roll! FLOWING THROUGH WITH THE GERMAN SUPLEX!

 

Lance Hart: Keelan knows Finnegan just as well, delivering a back elbow into the head of the champion! Finnegan breaks his grip, but fires back immediately with a Roundhouse kick! No, Keelan ducks it, but Finn spins back around and sweeps the legs of Keelan, planting his backside onto the mat, running off the ropes AND FIRES INTO KEELAN'S CHEST WITH A PENALTY KICK!

 

Morgan Shaw: These two know each other just too damn well! Keelan lays down on the mat to evade the kick, springing back up to his feet and fires at Finnegan with a Superkick! Finnegan guards his head! BUT KEELAN SURPRISES HIM WITH A SUPERKICK TO THE INSIDE OF HIS LEFT KNEE INSTEAD! BUCKLING HIS KNEE AND SENDING HIM DOWN TO THE MAT, FAVORING IT!

Lance Hart: It just goes to show how closely these two know each other, it took a surprise shot like that for someone to establish the
upperhand! Chin-checking himself, Keelan approaches the writhing champion who has rolled out onto the apron hoping to get a little bit of recovery time. Finn pulls down the kneepad from around his left knee and begins to massage it in an attempt to make it less sore. Our official Chet Kensington however is giving both men a bit of leeway because he is not stepping in to prevent Keelan from his next offensive move! Keelan steps through the second rope and onto the ring apron now as the champion begins to rise to his feet, hoping to shake his knee a bit to get some feel back into it! Keelan wraps his arms around Finn’s waist from behind, BUT FINNEGAN WITH A BACK ELBOW TO THE SIDE OF THE HEAD!

 

Morgan Shaw: Keelan has not released from Finn’s waist though. I’m not sure what he’s got in mind but it can’t be good! Hold on now! Finn manages to find an opening and he spins around before delivering another elbow to the side of Keelan’s head! Finnegan takes a couple of steps back and shakes out that left leg one more time. I think he’s about to use it in action here to test it out! In comes Finnegan… SHOOT KICK TO THE CHEST!!

 

Lance Hart: NO! KEELAN CATCHES THE LEG! FOREARM STRIKE TO THAT KNEE! Oh no… he spins the champion around. He’s got a plan of action here, Morgan! Keelan lifts Finnegan in the air, BEFORE DROPPING THAT INJURED EXPOSED KNEE INTO THE APRON! OH MY GOD! A KNEEBREAKER RIGHT INTO THE APRON! FINNEGAN FALLS TO THE FLOOR CLUTCHING HIS KNEE IN AGONIZING PAIN!

 

Morgan Shaw: GOOD LORD! That is the hardest part of the ring! Finn might be lucky if he doesn’t have a broken kneecap here! Keelan stares down at Finnegan and he can’t help but admire the damage he has done to him.

 

Lance Hart: It looks like he’s about to do some more right now, buddy! Keelan jumps down from the apron before grabbing at Finn’s legs. He lifts him up into that wheelbarrow position - he tried to do this a little earlier inside the ring! Keelan now lifts Finnegan aaaaand… WHEELBARROW SUPLEX RIGHT INTO THE APRON!! FINN’S HEAD BOUNCES OFF IT LIKE A BASKETBALL AND HE FLOPS TO THE FLOOR! Chet looks to leave the ring to check on the champion but Keelan tells him to stay inside! He immediately LIFTS Finnegan up and rolls him into the ring before sliding in himself. He hooks the far leg for a cover here!

 

Chet Kensington: ONEEEEEEEEEEE!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! TH--


Lance Hart: Finnegan gets his shoulder up, but the damage seems to have been done!


Morgan Shaw: Keelan remains on the attack, circling Finnegan like a vulture, stomping on Finnegans injured knee and his head as he circles his prey. The champion is not in good shape, and the challenger is like a shark that smells blood in the water. Keelan has to pull Finnegan up to his feet, yelling in his face as he does.

Keelan Callihan (no mic): IS IT WORTH IT, MATE?! IS THIS WORTH BEING CHAMPION!?

Lance Hart: Keelan shoves Finnegan into the ropes and blasts him in the jaw with a forearm smash, the champion falls to a knee!

Keelan Callihan (no mic): I’LL FUCK YOU UP, CUNT!


Morgan Shaw: Oh geez, can he say that on pay-per-view?!


Lance Hart: ONCE AGAIN, HE BLASTS FINNEGAN IN THE JAW, THIS TIME FINNEGAN SLOUCHES AGAINST KEELAN, UNABLE TO HOLD HIMSELF UP BY HIS OWN POWER!

Keelan Callihan (no mic): I’LL PUT YOU OUT OF YOUR MISERY, YOU FUCKING DOG!

 

Lance Hart: Oh god, one mores coming, shoving him into the ropes… ONLY FOR FINNEGAN TO LEAP UP AND HIT A DOUBLE FOOT STOMP INTO THE CHEST OF KEELAN, DRIVING HIM DOWN ONTO THE MAT WITH ALL HIS WEIGHT! Finnegan falls to the mat clutching at his knee, but he just made himself a window of time to recover!

Morgan Shaw: Finn has a lot more to recover from, he has only got the
upperhand for the moment, Keelan already trying to get to his feet, Finnegan needing the support of the ropes to even slouch up against the corner. Keelan sees that Finn is positioned right where he wants him. Keelan rushes forward towards the dazed champion and dives… STINGER SPLASH IN THE CORNER!!

 

Lance Hart: NOPE! Finnegan manages to leap over the ropes just in time and Keelan catches nothing but the turnbuckles! Keelan’s laid out there in the corner now really reeling from that impact! Finn takes a deep breath before hitting a PERFECTLY PLACED ROUNDHOUSE KICK USING HIS GOOD LEG! Finnegan enters the ring quickly before hooking Keelan’s left leg while he’s still laid out in the corner there! He’s going for it… LEG HOOK BELLY TO BACK! The champion has managed to ground the challenger even for just a moment and now he has a chance to catch his breath and think of a new strategy moving forward!

 

Morgan Shaw: Finn sits up against the corner now and just watches his old friend attempt to recover in the center of the ring. He wipes the sweat around his eyes before rolling underneath the bottom rope and out onto the apron AGAIN. He’s living out on the apron in this match!

 

Lance Hart: He once again shakes out that injured leg of his and begins to stomp with it on the steel steps in order to get a slow clap from the audience, and of course they comply! He watches Keelan rise to his feet - like a lion watches its prey - and is readying up! We all know what’s coming here! Keelan gets to his feet and slowly turns around to see his opponent as he springboards up aaaaand… FEUER FREI!!! THE SPRINGBOARD EUROPEAN UPPERCUT!!

 

Morgan Shaw: HOLY SHIT!!! ARE YOU… DID HE JUST… HE DID!!! KEELAN CALLIHAN CATCHES FINNEGAN WAKEFIELD IN MID-AIR WITH A BACKSTABBER! WHAT AN INNOVATIVE COUNTER AS FINN ROLLS AROUND ON THE MAT SCREAMING IN AGONY!

 

Lance Hart: Keelan rolls up to his feet! Morgan, he’s not done! Finn’s on his stomach trying to reach around and hold that lower back! Finn slowly gets up on all fours as Keelan runs the ropes. Don’t tell me… YES!! ETERNAL REST!!! THE CURB STOMP SENDS FINN’S HEAD SMACK BANG INTO THE CANVAS! ONE OF KEELAN’S SIGNATURE MOVES HAS BEEN BROUGHT OUT OF HIS BAG OF TRICKS AS HE ROLLS FINN ONTO HIS BACK FOR A COVER! IS THIS IT?!

 

Chet Kensington: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEE!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! THREEEEEEEEE--

 

Morgan Shaw: NO!! Finnegan gets the shoulder up. Despite breaking out one of his signature moves, the knee injury and now a possible back injury, Finnegan Wakefield is showing exactly why he’s the OWA World Champion here! He’s fighting through whatever Keelan is throwing at him!

Lance Hart: Maybe so, Morgan, but Keelan is zeroing in on the champion and it looks like he’s calling for the end! Pulling Finnegan up, he’s double
underhooking both arms and raising him into the air -- this is the move that he calls Lucid Dreams! This could be sweet dreams to Finnegan’s reign as champion!

Morgan Shaw: Don’t jump the gun yet, Lance, Finnegan is showing signs of life! He’s struggling to get off of Keelan’s shoulder! Finnegan rolls off of Keelan’s shoulder, holding his right arm, pulling him in! Wrist-Clutch Catchpoint Suplex! Dear god, he almost dropped Keelan right on top of his head! Both men are laying on their backs looking up at the lights, and the fans are going ballistic!

Lance Hart: Both men are giving it everything they have, Finnegan for the first time has made himself enough of an opening to make a cover, crawling over to Keelan and draping his arm over his body!

Chet Kensington: ONNNNEEEEEE!!!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOO!!! THREEEEE--

Lance Hart: Keelan powers his shoulder off the mat just in the nick of time! Maybe if he had the strength to hook Keelan’s leg this one might have been over.

Morgan Shaw: Finnegan bought himself some time to recover, but he needs a gameplan if he hopes to keep Keelan down and hold on to that championship. It looks like he has something in mind as he pulls Keelan to his feet,
underhooking both his arms! What is this, he’s trying to lift Keelan up into the ai--JESUS! A DOUBLE UNDERHOOK SHOULDER BREAKER! I HAVE NEVER SEEN FINNEGAN DO THAT MOVE BEFORE! KEELAN IS ON HIS KNEES CLUTCHING AT HIS SHOULDER!

Lance Hart: BUT FINNEGAN HAS MORE! BOUNCING OFF THE ROPES AND DELIVERS THAT SLIDING SINGLE LEG DROPKICK! THE GOODBYE EUPHORIA NAILS KEELAN RIGHT IN THE SHOULDER!

Morgan Shaw: Finnegans got the ball rolling, he needs to capitalize -- AND CAPITALIZE HE DOES! WE HAVEN’T SEEN THIS MOVE IN A LONG TIME! THE NEBULA II! THE GROUNDED OCTOPUS STRETCH! HE’S STRETCHING OUT THAT RIGHT ARM WITH EVERYTHING HE CAN!

Lance Hart: KEELAN HAS NOWHERE TO GO! HE’S YELLING OUT IN AGONY AS HE TRIES TO DRAG HIMSELF TO THE BOTTOM ROPE! I DON’T THINK HE’S GOING TO MAKE IT THERE!

Morgan Shaw: He might not have to, Lance! Keelan might have just found another way out! He drives his elbow right into the injured knee of Finnegan! Finnegan is trying to keep hold but Keelan is hacking away at the injured knee with his free arm! It takes several shots but Finnegan can’t hold on any longer! He has no choice but to let go!

Lance Hart: That may have been Keelan’s only way out of that one, Finnegan once again having to use the ropes to get back to his feet, trying to limber up that leg that must only be holding on by a thread by now! Keelan also having to support himself up on the ropes adjacent to Finnegan… Finnegan sprinting in as fast as his leg will allow, but KEELAN BACK BODY DROPS HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE!

Morgan Shaw: Finn manages to catch himself AND BLASTS KEELAN IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD WITH A ROPE-ASSISTED GAMMENGIRI! KEELAN STUMBLES INTO THE CENTER OF THE RING, FINNEGAN LOOKING TO TRY THIS AGAIN!... AND THIS TIME HE HITS THE FEUER FREI! THE SPRINGBOARD EUROPEAN UPPERCUT FINDS ITS MARK THE SECOND TIME AROUND!

Lance Hart: Finnegan rolls to the corner, running off pure adrenaline as Keelan slowly ascends to his feet! Stomping at the canvas to get some feeling back into his leg, you can see the fire in his eyes, Morgan, he has switched to his second gear! The crowd is clapping along to the pace of Finn’s stomping as he waits for Keelan to find his feet! Finnegan charges in… and past Keelan?! Running up the turnbuckle AND JUMPS FOR AN ENZUGIRI! THE AVALON!!! WE HAVEN’T SEEN THE AVALON IN OVER A YEAR’S TIME!

Morgan Shaw: ...OH MY GOD!!! AND WE STILL WON’T, LANCE! KEELAN CATCHES HIM WITH THE KILLER-KO! KEELAN PULLING OUT AN OLD MOVE OF HIS OWN AT THE RIGHT TIME TO DRIVE FINNEGAN INTO THE MAT! WHAT TIMING! WHAT PRECISION WITH THAT CUTTER CATCHING FINN IN MID-AIR! ONCE AGAIN BOTH INDIVIDUALS ARE GROUNDED AND THE FANS CAN’T HELP BUT APPLAUD THE EFFORT OUT OF BOTH MEN!

 

Lance Hart: What’s interesting here now though is Keelan is leaning up against that bottom rope, seemingly okay enough to make a cover but for whatever reason he’s just not going for it. Keelan reaches both hands up to the top rope and lifts himself to his feet… I THINK HE WANTS ONE FINAL MOVE TO PUT HIM AWAY FOR GOOD! Keelan bends down in an attempt to lift Finn up to a vertical base himself and--

 

Morgan Shaw: FINN WRAPS HIS LEGS AROUND KEELAN AND PULLS HIM DOWN ONTO HIS SHOULDERS!! OH MY GOOD WE GOT A COVER OUT OF NOWHERE!

 

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEE!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE--

 

Lance Hart: KICKOUT! KICKOUT! I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHERE FINN FOUND IT WITHIN HIMSELF TO DO THAT. PERHAPS HE WAS PLAYING POSSUM BECAUSE NOW BOTH MEN GET TO THEIR FEET AT THE SAME TIME! Finn rushes towards Keelan… WHO LIFTS HIM UP ON HIS SHOULDERS! FIREMAN’S CARRY POSITION! THIS IS IT! HERE IT COMES… DEEEEEEAD BYYYYYYYYYY DAAAAAAYLLLIIIIIGGGGHHTTT!!!!! THE FIREMAN’S CARRY STUNNER CONNECTS AND FINN FLOPS ONTO HIS BACK! KEELAN DROPS TO HIS KNEES AND HOOKS THE FAR LEG FOR THE COVER!

 

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

 

Morgan Shaw: IT’S ALL OVER!!!

 

Lance Hart: ...NOOOO!!! IT ISN’T! FINNEGAN GETS THE SHOULDER UP! FINNEGAN GETS THE SHOULDER UP! I CANNOT BELIEVE IT! KEELAN CANNOT BELIEVE IT! HARTFORD CANNOT BELIEVE IT! THIS MAIN EVENT MATCH OF GAME OVER IS LIVING UP TO ALL THE HYPE LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! TWO FORMER FRIENDS, TWO FORMER BROTHERS, NOW TWO BITTER ENEMIES WITH THIS COMPANY’S MOST PRESTIGIOUS CHAMPIONSHIP IN THE MIDDLE JUST TO MAKE IT THAT MORE SPECIAL!

 

Morgan Shaw: Keelan now has risen up to his feet and he is clearly exhausted. He probably needs just one more BIG move to put the champion away and walk out with something he hasn’t held in upwards of seven years, Lance! A world championship! Keelan reaches down and lifts Finn up from behind by his wrestling trunks. Finn’s up to a vertical base now but he’s on spaghetti legs. Keelan moves in front of him and eyes the rope. I think he wants to deliver something to send the champion down to the canvas with FORCE! Keelan now heads to the ropes--

 

Lance Hart: OH MY GOD!! FINNEGAN REACHES OUT AND PULLS HIM BACK.... AAAAANNNDDRROOOMMEEEEDDDAAAA!!! BRIDGING FULL NELSON SUPLEX! KEELAN LANDS RIGHT ON HIS NECK BUT FINNEGAN KEEPS HIM THERE BECAUSE HE’S GOT HIM ON BOTH SHOULDERS FOR A COVER! THIS HAS GOTTA BE IT!

 

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!  THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

 

Lance Hart: NOOOOO!! THE CHALLENGER KICKS OUT! KEELAN CALLIHAN JUST KICKED OUT OF THE ANDROMEDA! BOTH MEN LAY EXHAUSTED IN THE CENTER OF THE RING AND THESE FANS ONCE AGAIN RISE TO THEIR FEET AND APPLAUD THE INCREDIBLE ACTION THEY ARE WITNESSING BEFORE THEIR VERY EYES TONIGHT!

 

Morgan Shaw: This could very well be an early match of the year candidate match for the company here, Lance!

 

Lance Hart: You might be absolutely right! Both men crawl towards one another now and slowly tilt their heads upwards and look into each other’s eyes. Let me rephrase because they are not just looking into each other’s eyes - they are STARING DAGGERS! LOOK AT THEIR EXPRESSIONS AS ANGER, EXHAUSTION AND THE WILL TO WIN ALL MIX TOGETHER TO FORM THEIR UNIQUE DEMEANORS! Both men go forehead to forehead now before slowly moving closer towards one another. They both rise to their knees, still CLEARLY tired, and use each other as support to lift themselves back up to their feet. Keelan can’t help but to spit some saliva out of his mouth and onto the canvas while Finnegan wipes away some sweat from his vision. OH! A CROSS CHOP BY KEELAN WITH A SOUND THAT ECHOES THROUGHOUT THE WHOLE ARENA! And now ONE BY THE CHAMPION! Another by Keelan! Another by Finnegan! Another by Keelan! Another by Finnegan! These two are just trading blows through sheer will. Hell, both men are trying to keep their balance! Finn’s chest begins to grow a pink colour from the slaps but it doesn’t seem to phase him. Keelan takes one step back before going in for a HUGE CHOP!

 

Morgan Shaw: NO! FINNEGAN DUCKS IT! Keelan turns… OHHHHH MY GOD!! A HUGE HEADBUTT BY FINNEGAN! THAT SENDS KEELAN STUMBLING BACK INTO THE ROPES! He rebounds and stumbles forward while Finn holds his forehead in pain and-- ...WAIT!!! KEELAN!!! KEELAN!!! HE SPINS FINNEGAN AROUND! HE WRAPS FINN’S LEFT ARM AROUND HIS NECK… DON’T TELL ME… DON’T TELL ME! HE LIFTS HIM UP FOR THE SKYPOINT DRIVER!!!

 

Lance Hart: WAIT! WAIT! WHAT ON EARTH… WHAT A COUNTER!! FINNEGAN WITH A HURRICANRANA THAT FLOORS KEELAN. FINN ROLLS AROUND THE BODY AND… HE SNAPS INTO THE CROSS ARMBAR!! THE CROSS ARMBAR!! YOU’VE GOTTA BE KIDDING ME! THE SUBMISSION SPECIALIST PULLS OUT AN ARMBAR FROM ABSOLUTELY NOWHERE AND DROPS THE CHALLENGER AFTER THAT UNIQUE REVERSAL AND NOW KEELAN IS IN TROUBLE! HE’S IN THE CENTER OF THE RING AND HAS GOT NOWHERE TO GO! FINNEGAN IS SCREAMING AS HE TORQUES THE ARM! HE HAS BLOOD STREAMING FROM HIS FOREHEAD FROM THAT HEADBUTT AND IS GIVING IT EVERYTHING HE’S GOT!

 

Crowd: TAP OR SNAP!! TAP OR SNAP!! TAP OR SNAP!!

 

Morgan Shaw: KEELAN IS REFUSING TO GO AWAY HERE! WITH ALL OF HIS MIGHT HE TRIES TO SWING HIS BODY TOWARDS THE CLOSEST SET OF ROPES BUT IT DOESN’T SEEM TO BE DOING MUCH FOR HIS CAUSE! KEELAN LETS OUT A DEEP BREATH… I THINK HE’S COME TO THE REALIZATION, LANCE! I THINK HE KNOWS THAT THIS IT FOR HIM!

 

Lance Hart: DON’T SPEAK SO SOON, PARTNER! WHAT’S HE GOT IN MIND HERE?! HE… YES!! HE BEGINS HAMMERING PUNCHES INTO THAT EXPOSED LEFT KNEE OF FINN’S! THAT’S THE ONE THAT KEELAN INJURED EARLIER IN THE MATCH! FINN IS FORCED TO RELEASE THE HOLD AND THAT MAY HAVE SAVED KEELAN’S CHANCES OF BECOMING THE OWA WORLD CHAMPION HERE TONIGHT!

Morgan Shaw: The damage is done though, Lance, Keelan is clutching at his elbow. Finnegan is slowly finding his feet, blood trickling down his face and chest from that headbutt as he grabs Keelan by the wrist and pulls him up to his feet! Shoving him back into the corner, Finnegan is breathing heavily through gritted teeth. He slaps Keelan across the face! And another! And another! The open palm strikes to the head of Keelan, the fighting spirit in Finnegan is still burning strong as his blood and sweat in his matted hair follow the sweat that is being slapped off the face of Keelan! Finnegan mustering up any strength he has left, pulling Keelan up to the top rope! His eyes are glazed over, and Finn is following him up!

Lance Hart: But Keelan is trying to prevent it, pie-facing Finnegan off the ropes and back onto his feet! HOLY SHIT! FINNEGAN LEAPS INTO THE AIR AND HITS A PELE KICK! KEELAN IS SLOUCHED, ALMOST FALLING OFF THE TURNBUCKLE! FINNEGAN QUICKLY CLIMBS BACK UP, KEELAN DEFENSELESS! HOOKING HIS ARM OVER HIS HEAD AND HOOKING THE LEG! AVALAAANCHEEEE CAAATCHPOINT SUUUUPLEEEEX!!! TOP ROPE EXPLODER INTO THE CENTER OF THE RING! THE CROWD ARE GOING MENTAL, BOTH MEN ON THEIR BACKS AND LOOKING INTO THE LIGHTS!

Morgan Shaw: But not for long! Finnegan pulling himself up again, where is he finding the strength to keep going!? This is unbelievable! Finnegan is looking for something to keep Keelan down for good, and he seems to be digging deep into the well! He’s climbing to the top rope again! His knee isn’t in the best condition, and you can see that by how slow he is to get to the top! Keelan is seating himself up, but Finnegan isn’t going to change his mind! Standing tall on the top! HE’S GOING FOR IT! AIIIIIIR RAAAAAAAID!!! DOUBLE FOOT STOMP!!!

Lance Hart: UNBELIEVABLE!!! THERE IS NO WAY!!! ...KEELAN CATCHES FINN AROUND THE ANKLES! HOW IN THE EVERLOVING HELL HAS HE GOT THIS STRENGTH STILL WITHIN HIM?! THE CROWD ARE ON THEIR FEET IN A SHOCK AS HE POSITIONS FINNEGAN ONTO HIS SHOULDERS! FIREMAN’S CARRY POSITION AGAIN! YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!! THIS IS IT… DEAAAAAAD BYYYYYY DAAAAAYLLLIIGGGHHTTT!! A SECOND FIREMAN’S CARRY STUNNER AND THE CHAMPION IS DONE FOR! COUNT TO 100! WE HAVE A NEW CHAMPION!

 

Referee: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

Lance Hart: HE’S DONE IT! HE … NO! SOMEHOW, SOMEWAY, FINNEGAN POWERS HIS SHOULDER UP OFF THE MAT! HE’S STILL ALIVE!

Morgan Shaw: BUT KEELAN WAS READY! HE GRABS FINNS ARM AND ROLLS HIM ONTO HIS STOMACH! HE HOOKS THE OTHER ONE AND APPLIES THE CROSSFACE! THE DEATH ROW! KEELAN HAS THE DEATH ROW APPLIED IN THE CENTER OF THE RING! FINNEGAN IS SCREAMING IN PAIN! THIS COULD BE IT FOR THE CHAMPION!

Lance Hart: Chet is checking on Finn, asking him if he wants to submit! Finnegan isn’t giving him an answer! I don’t think he can even give one through all the pain he must be feeling! I don’t think he has much of a choice but to tap! The fans are trying to rally behind their champion but I can’t see any good that can do him! Keelan has the hold locked in tight and is applying it with all the pressure he has left!  This could be game over for Finnegan’s reign as the OWA World Champion!

Morgan Shaw: He’s not giving up without a fight! He’s refusing to respond to the referee, AND LOOK! HE’S TRYING TO CRAWL TO THE ROPES! HE HAS TO DRIVE HIS INJURED KNEE INTO THE MAT, BUT SLOWLY HE IS INCHING CLOSER AND CLOSER! Keelan is in disbelief! He’s trying to put more pressure into the hold! But Finnegan is still going! He’s getting closer! He’s reaching out with his leg….AND HE GOT IT! HE GOT HIS FOOT ON THE ROPE! THE FANS IN ATTENDANCE ARE LOSING THEIR MINDS!

Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! :clap: :clap: - :clap: :clap: :clap: :clap: THIS IS AWESOME! :clap: :clap: - :clap: :clap: :clap: :clap: THIS IS AWESOME! :clap: :clap: - :clap: :clap: :clap: :clap: THIS IS AWESOME! :clap: :clap: - :clap: :clap: :clap: :clap:

 

Morgan Shaw:  WHAT THE HELL IS IT GOING TO TAKE?! TWO DEAD BY DAYLIGHT’S, A KILLER-KO, A DEATH ROW, FORCEFULLY INJURING THAT KNEE OF FINN’S! FINN IS EVEN LOSING BLOOD! NO MATTER WHAT THE KILLER HAS THROWN AT THE WRESTLING ARTIST HERE TONIGHT, FINN HAS MANAGED TO GET THROUGH IT AND CONTINUE ON!

 

Lance Hart: But that might have been EVERYTHING Finnegan has, Morgan! He’s a heaving mess on the mat, Keelan looking furious as he is forced to break the hold! He is standing over Finnegan, dragging his thumb across his throat! He is going for the killing blow, Morgan!

Morgan Shaw: He has to pull the lifeless Finnegan Wakefield off the mat! He’s going to put the final nail in the coffin of Finnegan’s reign as OWA Champion! He picks him back onto his shoulders! SWINGS HIM AROUND INTO THE STUNNER! A THIRD DEAD BY DAAAAYLIIIIIGHT!!!

Lance Hart: HOW IN THE BLUE HELL?! FINNEGAN HAS THE WHEREWITHAL TO LAND ON HIS FEET AND QUICKER THAN LIGHTNING HOOKS
KEELANS ARMS! ANDROOOMEEEDAAAAAA!!! THE DRAGON SUPLEX HITS! KEELANS SHOULDERS ARE DOWN!!!!

Morgan Shaw: WAIT JUST A SECOND! FINNEGAN IS ROLLING KEELAN OVER! NO WAY! WHERE IS THIS STRENGTH COMING FROM!? FINNEGAN IS DEADLIFTING KEELAN BACK UP! HE IS HOLDING HIM IN THE AIR!!! A SECOND ANDROMEDAAAAAAAAA!!! KEELAN WAS FOLDED UP LIKE AN ACCORDION! THIS TIME HE’S HOLDING HIM DOWN! THIS IS IT!

Chet Kensington: OOOOOOOONEEEEEEEE!!! TWWWWWWWOOOOOOO!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

 

(The crowd reacts in an absolute frenzy as they witness Keelan Callihan kick out of two straight Andromeda's. The two commentators are absolutely speechless as both men are laid out over top of one another in the center of the ring. We get a replay from both Andromedas and the kick out from a different angle.)


Lance Hart: HOW?! HOW DID KEELAN KICK OUT?! HOW IS THIS EVEN HUMANLY POSSIBLE?!

Morgan Shaw: EVERYTHING IS ON THE LINE! KEELAN HAD TO DIG DEEP TO KICK OUT OF THAT AND NO ONE IN THIS ENTIRE BUILDING CAN BELIEVE HE HAD IT IN HIM!

Lance Hart: But if there is one person in this arena that was sure that was it, it had to have been Finnegan! He has crawled himself into the corner, sitting and dry heaving as he looks at his opponent with a look of complete and utter disbelief on his face! Keelan just doesn’t die!

Morgan Shaw: There’s just no killing The Killer, Lance! Finnegan hardly has the strength to get back up, he HAS to use the ropes to get on shaking legs! … NO WAY! KEELAN IS ON HIS HANDS AND KNEES! HE’S STILL GOING TO KEEP GOING!

(Finnegan looks on, catching his breath as he sees Keelan slowly rising to his hands and knees. Hardly able to stay on his own feet, blood pouring down his face, he doesn’t know what to do. Keelan is dry heaving from the toll of the match. Finn is hesitant to follow up, seeing his old-friend teetering on the edge knowing the next move will put him away. Conflict on his face, Keelan with glassy eyes looks over to him, panting and heaving, knowing what Finn is going to have to do. Finnegan shakes his head, muttering words that can only just be picked up by the camera.)

Finnegan Wakefield (no mic): I’m...I’m sorry...

Lance Hart: JESUS CHRIST! FINNEGAN CHARGES IN AND HITS THE VAE VICTIS!!! THAT BICYCLE PUNT KICK KNOCKS KEELAN RIGHT OUT AS HE SLUMPS TO THE MAT!!! THAT IS ALL SHE WROTE!!! FINN, FOR A MOMENT, DIDN’T LOOK LIKE HE WANTED TO DO IT, BUT HE HAD NO CHOICE!!! HE SLUMPS ON TOP OF KEELAN AS CHET MAKES THE COVER!

Chet Kensington: ONEEEEEEEEEE!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

Morgan Shaw: YOU HAVE GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME!!!

(The entire arena, the commentators included, jump to their feet in complete disbelief as Keelan, somehow, kicks out yet again from one of Finnegan’s finishing maneuvers! The crowd are going mental as Finnegan has no other options left! He pulls Keelan up to a seated position, hooking one of his arms, and ferociously starts driving his elbow into the side of Keelans head!!!)

Lance Hart: FINNEGAN WITH VICIOUS BASEMENT ELBOW STRIKES TO THE SIDE OF
KEELANS HEAD!!! HOOKING THE OTHER ARM NOW, HE FLOATS OVER FOR THE WAKEFIELD SPECIAL III!!!! KEELAN IS COMPLETELY OUT OF IT! HE’S NOT EVEN ABLE TO PHYSICALLY RESPOND!!! THE REFEREE IS ASKING HIM IF HE SUBMITS BUT KEELAN ISN’T ANSWERING!!!

Morgan Shaw: WAIT! KEELAN’S HAND IS MOVING!!! HIS HAND IS MOVING FEINTLY!!! HE TAPS OUT!!! HE HAS NO CHOICE BUT TO TAP OUT!!! IT’S OVER!!! IT’S ALL OVER!!!

(DING! DING! DING!)

(“The thousands in attendance go into an uproar as the bell finally sounds! “Morning Glory” by Oasis plays of the P.A. system and the second it does, Finnegan lets go of Keelans arms and slumps to the canvas, completely drained of all his energy. Ringside medical staff fill the ring, applying ice packs to Keelans head and arm, to Finnegans knee and wiping away the blood from his face with a rag.)

Julianna DeMarco: HERE IS YOUR WINNER!!! AND STIIIIIIILLLL!!! THE OWA WORLD CHAMPION!!! FIIIIINNEEEEGAAAAAAN!!! WAAAAAAAKEFIEEEEEEEEEEELD!!!

Morgan Shaw: WHAT A MATCH WE ALL HAVE JUST WITNESSED!!! I HAVE NEVER, IN MY ENTIRE LIFE, SEEN TWO MEN PUT MORE ON THE LINE THAN WHAT JUST HAPPENED IN THAT RING!

Lance Hart: Couldn’t agree with you any more, partner! These two pushed themselves above and beyond their limits in this one, both with the entire world to prove! Only one could come out on top, and it looks like the OWA World Champion is that one tonight! I have never seen Finnegan Wakefield go to these lengths before, Morgan, but if this is what we can expect from our World Champion, I have a feeling he’ll be holding onto that title for a long, long time!

 

Morgan Shaw: But what does this mean for Keelan, Lance? Not to take away from Finn’s monumental victory, but Keelan said this was “win or go home” for him? Is this the last we’re going to see of him? I’m not sure what to make of all this!

(Finnegan is eventually helped to his feet, standing in the center of the ring, still catching his breath. A kneeling Keelan has finally come to, the realisation of his defeat painted on his face as he runs his fingers through his hair, bowing his head down onto the canvas. The referee offers Finnegan his championship belt… but he doesn’t reach for it. Instead he turns his attention to the emotionally broken challenger. “Morning Glory” dies down, the crowd showing their approval to both men.)

Crowd: BOTH THESE GUYS! BOTH THESE GUYS! BOTH THESE GUYS! BOTH THESE GUYS!

(Keelan eventually looks up to notice Finnegan standing over him… offering him a hand to get onto his feet, the fans applauding the sportsmanship on display!)

Lance Hart: Look at this! Finnegan showing some compassion to his fallen brother, offering him some help to his feet!

(Keelan is hesitant, and refuses the assistance simply shaking his head, keeping the last ounce of pride he has. Keelan remains on his knees in the center of the ring, taking in everything this match meant to him and what just slipped away. Withdrawing his hand, Finnegan asks the referee to bring over the OWA World Championship, laying it at his feet between himself and Keelan before joining him on his knees. Finn puts a hand on Keelans shoulder, both men looking into each others eyes… and they embrace each other with a hug! The crowd break out in a huge ovation as confetti and streamers fall from the ceiling, “Morning Glory” once again playing over the P.A. system.)

 

Lance Hart: Wow… I have no words.

 

Morgan Shaw: You and me both, Lance. Both these men let all their emotions out in that match. Both these men let all their frustrations out in that match. Both these men put absolutely everything they had on the line and then some. This is just an absolute heartwarming scene seeing these two friends - these two brothers - embrace like that.

 

(Keelan and Finnegan get up to their feet, Keelan swooping down and picking up the championship belt, stuffing it into the chest of Finnegan before he rolls underneath the bottom rope and begins to make his ascension up the ramp. A referee joins him as he limps his way up onto the stage with tears forming in his eyes.)

 

Lance Hart: And you brought it up just before Morgan. #WinOrGoHome was all Keelan was talking about these past few weeks. Unfortunately, we saw him eat another loss here tonight. He described this match as his swan song. Many saw it as just a metaphor for how he was feeling at this point in his career. Could this really be it for the almost 33 year old from the Gold Coast in Australia? Is this the last time we see The Killer in a professional wrestling ring?

 

(Finnegan looks up at Keelan who turns around to glance back at him. He nods to himself and can’t help but smile.)

 

Morgan Shaw: Has he come to the realization that maybe he just can’t get that strap no matter how far he digs down deep?

 

Lance Hart: It’s a possibility… what’s this now?

 

(Keelan bends down and begins to unlace his boots before removing them from his feet. He lifts both of the boots up in the air before placing them carefully on the center of the stage. He points at Finnegan before applauding in his direction and then makes his exit behind the curtain. Finnegan walks over to the ropes closest to the ramp and leans against it, taking a deep breath in and out.)

 

Lance Hart: Were our questions just answered, Morgan? Has Keelan Callihan… retired?

 

(Finnegan Wakefield looks out into the endless sea of fans, raising his OWA World Championship into the air as we slowly fade to black.)

 

(OWA logo buzzes.)

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