(The OWA logo buzzes…)

 

(Fade in to ringside in the Prudential Center, where every fan in attendance is cheering at the top of their lungs. Signs litter the sea of people as the camera slowly pulls back to try and take in the whole scope of the arena…)

 

Lance Hart: WE! ARE! BACK! Ladies And Gentlemen, WELCOME TO SEASON TWO! We are LIVE in a SOLD-OUT Prudential Center here in downtown Newark, New Jersey for another episode of THE premiere brand in professional wrestling, KINGDOM! As always, I’m Lance Hart…

 

Morgan Shaw: And more importantly, I’M Morgan Shaw! EIGHTEEN THOUSAND, SEVEN HUNDRED ELEVEN PEOPLE! From RING TO ROOF, We have the fans PACKED like God damn Sardines to witness the most exciting wrestling there is to offer! This almost seems like a FIRE hazard!

 

Lance Hart: I wouldn’t go that far, partner, but I will agree that tonight is RED HOT!

 

Morgan Shaw: Ugh...no, I’d rather you didn’t…

 

Lance Hart: So that’s how we’re gonna start season 2? With rudeness?

 

(“Formation” by Beyonce, and the  cheers caused by it, force the bickering to be put on hold. Nearly 19,000 people rise in unison as the curtain flips open; the shimmer from the OWA Championship flickers as Aria Jaxon steps out.)

 

Julianna DeMarco: “LADIES AND GENTLEMEN...ALLOW ME TO INTRODUCE...THE NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW OWA CHAMPION…. “THE QUEEN OF OMEGA” ARIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAXON!!!”

 

(Aria smirks as she looks out at the sea of cheering fans, before beginning her stride down to the ring.)

 

Lance Hart: Fresh off an absolutely HISTORIC night, where we saw new champions crowned almost every match, here is the QUEEN of OWA!

 

Morgan Shaw: An absolutely grueling contest...Aria against Oasis...I mean, it was like a paper doll against a boulder, and through it all, Aria FREAKIN Jaxon is our NEW OWA Champion!

 

Lance Hart: Historic is the only word to describe that night. It’s going to be incredible to see what’s in store for Aria in the forthcoming season…

 

Morgan Shaw: It’s the second season.

 

Lance Hart: Hm?

 

Morgan Shaw: You said “fourth coming season.” It’s only the second season.

 

Lance Hart: I-...are y-...

 

Morgan Shaw: Man...c’mon, be professional.

 

Lance Hart: I’m...

 

(Aria casually climbs into the ring and graciously takes the microphone from Julianna. The music dies; the cheers do not.)

 

Fans: “YOU DE-SERVE IT!” *clap clap clapclapclap* “YOU DE-SERVE IT!” *clap clap clapclapclap*

 

(Aria tries her best to hold back the tears, and for a second, she’s able to...but even she has to break, and the tears start flowing. A smile from ear to ear is plastered on her face as the fans continue to chant.)

 

Aria Jaxon: “Y’all gotta stop, this is expensive eye liner…”

 

Fans: “NEW WORLD CHAMP! NEW WORLD CHAMP! NEW WORLD CHAMP!”

 

(Aria laughs and shakes her head, wiping away the tear tracks on her face.)

 

Aria Jaxon: “Guys, I’m a badass, you’re making me off brand, got damn…”

 

(Laughter fills the arena, allowing Aria a moment to compose herself. She takes a deep breath and slowly lets it out before again smiling…)

 

Aria Jaxon: “...do y’all notice anything different?”

 

(Another raucous cheer. Aria chuckles and nods…)

 

Aria Jaxon: “That’s right, THE QUEEN is finally...finally...FINALLY...in possession of the crown jewel of this sport…”

 

(Aria takes a moment to admire the silver and jade championship…)

 

Aria Jaxon: “And it looks DAMN good on me, I must say...Now, I take a look over at Olympus, and I see an old and dear friend in Tarah Nova, sitting pretty with the OWA World Heavyweight Championship, and I have to say? 2019 is THE year for women in professional wrestling, and if you don’t agree, well shit, the proof is right here on my shoulder.”

 

(Again, the fans in attendance cheer wildly. Aria shakes her head and begins to pace the ring.)

 

Aria Jaxon: “Now, I’m not stupid...I know that this title means the target on my back grew ten times bigger, but I need everybody that’s preppin’ to shoot to put down their derringers and listen up: I hold this championship belt for a reason. I am quite simply THE BEST. Let me say that ONE MORE TIME for those hard of hearing...I am QUITE SIMPLY. THE. BE-

 

(The lights cut out. Aria’s mic shuts off.)

 

Lance Hart: A power loss?

 

Morgan Shaw: Has it ever been a power loss? Hello? Anyone in the truck? You can hear us?....the hell is happening, Mitch?

 

(The KingTron suddenly sparks to life with a wide shot of Los Angeles. The sun is shining above downtown, and the sprawl of the city is in full glory...however, off in the distance, a prominent black storm cloud rumbles ever closer...lightning strikes and rain falls as it rolls forward...looming…a storm of biblical proportions, heading straight for Aria’s hometown...)

 

(...and the arena again goes dark...a moment later, the lights rise. Aria stands baffled, staring at the screen...she shakes her head for a second before looking out at the just-as-confused fans…)

 

(A stir amongst the fans from behind...someone shouts something unintelligible, prompting Aria to turn her attention…)

 

Lance Hart: ROSSO REVOLVER!! GOOD LORD!! GOOD LORD, WHERE IN THE HELL DID CARLOS ROSSO COME FROM!?!?

 

(Carlos Rosso smiles like a jackal as he kneels beside Aria. He looks out at the jeering fans and shakes his head. He turns his attention to the OWA Championship and gives it a simple tap before rising to his feet...and drops his knee HARD on the bridge of Aria’s nose!)

 

Morgan Shaw: Carlos Rosso is a damn genius, Lance! Look at that! Tonight, he and Aria go one on one, and he’s doing what he can to gain the advantage, LIKE A PROFESSIONAL!

 

Lance Hart: There is NOTHING professional about attacking the champ from behind! Come on!

 

Morgan Shaw: Except when THE PROFESSIONAL Carlos Rosso does it! WELCOME BACK, BIG MAN!

 

(The fans rain down boos as Carlos simply laughs and leaves the ring. He jaws with a few brave fans in the front row as he makes his way up the ramp...Aria, to her credit, is slowly starting to stand as Carlos takes a mock bow before disappearing backstage…)

 

(COMMERCIAL BREAK)

('Requim in D Minor Key' by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart plays us in from commercial as Adelmar Sauer pushes his way past the curtains and makes his way to the ring at a slow, methodical pace. He stares out into the crowd with a menacing expression, giving each member of the front row a cold stare while he goes up the steps and stands on the apron.)

 

Julianna DeMarco: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

 

CROWD: ONE FALL!

 

Julianna DeMarco: Introducing first, from Munich, Germany! Weighing in at 57 stone! He is “The Grim Knight”.....ADDDEEELLLLLMMMAARRRR SAAAUUUEEERRRRRR!!!!

 

Lance Hart: Adelmar Sauer finally back in action in an OWA ring after a brief few weeks apart to clear his mind heading into Season 2. Adelmar had several very physical performances last season, absolutely mauling his opponents though coming up short when it comes to sealing the deal. Despite him still looking for that signature win, Adelmar’s mean streak is nothing to sniff at. He’s arguably the most ruthless young man on this roster and if you sleep on him he will put you to sleep himself.

 

(Adelmar tears away his coat and looks out at the stage, ready for his opponent. Suddenly the arena lights turn a dark red and "No One Will Save You" by Aviators begins to play. This change in scenery signals the arrival of Dominick Oparta who stomps out onto stage in a scarlet red mask and black, blood stained gear.)

 

Morgan Shaw: Who the hell is this!?

 

Julianna DeMarco: And his opponent, from Pikeville, Kentucky! Weighing in at 283 pounds! He is…...DDDOOOMMMIIINNNIIICCCKKKK OPPPAAARTTTTTAAAAAA!!!

 

Lance Hart: Kingdom’s newest signing! We lost a few monsters these past few months between Monolith and Scott Oasis but gained a whole behemoth in this man! Not too much is known about the man but what we do know is he’s a sick individual, a person who enjoys picking his opponents apart in the most creative ways possible. There’s nothing but messed up thoughts churning in his head 24/7! He’s certainly a match made in heaven for Adelmar, who is looking for a challenge. This match will NOT be pretty!

 

Morgan Shaw: Not even thinking about physicality, the mug on this Oparta guy alone guarantees it won’t be!

 

(DING! DING! DING!)

 

Lance Hart: The bell rings and right out of the gate these two big hosses charge each other, colliding in the center of the ring! These two absolute masses of humanity smashing against each other as both are knocked back but neither showing any weakness! Again they charge each other and again you can hear the terrible impact it makes! Neither one relents though! They take a few steps back and it looks like a third time could be the charm -- Adelmar Sauer looks to aim low and go for a takedown but Dominick stands firm! Adelmar keeping the waist lock, hoping to lift Dom up but Dom axe handles him in the back to break it up! Then a punch in the face! OH A FOREARM SMASH TO THE NECK AND THEN A THROW INTO THE CORNER! Adelmar is left kneeling against the middle turnbuckle but rises up fairly quickly.

 

Morgan Shaw:....JUST IN TIME FOR AN INCOMING DOMINICK TO COME RUSHING IN WITH A CORNER SPLASH! Oh, no! Adelmar Sauer with a combat roll out of the way as Dominick crashes into the corner! It looks like the miskew did not phase the monster at all but no matter to Adelmar! Back to back big boots to the face knocks Dominick back into the corner! Adelmars hits the ropes: corner clothesline connects! He stays close for a short arm lariat which keeps Dominick pressed in the corner, although Dominick is looking at him not amused! Adelmars pays it no mind and follows through with another, THEN SWATTING AT THE CHEST WITH A MONGOLIAN CHOP!

 

Lance Hart: Those shots sent a shiver up my spine but Dominick just ate both those hits like they were some Scooby Snacks! Dominick not even flinching as he then grabs Adelmar by the throat and shoves him to the canvas! Adelmar hit the ground hard but scrambles to his feet! SPEAR! SPEAR INTO THE CORNER BY ADELMAR AS THAT FINALLY SHAKES THE MONSTER! AFTER THAT HE GOES FOR SOME RAPID FIRE SHOULDER THRUSTS! Dominick looking a bit vulnerable -- WAIT! He has the sense to lean over and wraps those arms around Adelmar’s torso, HEEEAAAVVVIINNNGGG him up and then TOSSING HIM ACROSS THE RING! POWERBOMMMMBBBB!!!! MY LORD! I DON’T THINK WE’VE EVER SEEN ADELMAR GET THROWN IN THAT FASHION!

 

Morgan Shaw: Adelmar rolling onto the apron, looking up at the sky with his eyes wide open! He can’t believe what he’s just experienced! Adelmar gripping the ropes to pull himself up but there’s no need as Dominick hems him up in a choke! The referee making Dominick ease up on that which he does, but not before he tries to cave Adelmar’s chest in with a chop of his own! Adelmar almost falling off the apron and to the outside but he catches himself. Back elbow to the face of Dominick! THEN A HANGMAN OVER THE ROPES! The throat of Dominick hitting the top rope and sending him staggering! Meanwhile Adelmar is heading to the turnbuckle and ascends up!

 

Lance Hart: We have yet to see Adelmar go into the high rent district but given this situation he’s pulling it out! LEAPING FROM THE CORNER WITH A EUROPEAN UPPERCUT WHICH DROPS DOMINICK INTO A SEATED POSITION! Not even his BACK, SEATED! Adelmar picks himself up and then bounces off of the ropes! Drive by kick to the face sends Dominick on his back! ADELMAR WITH A DIVE ON TOP OF DOMINICK AND THEN A LATERAL PRESS! We have a cover!

 

Larry Blackwell: ONNNNNNNEEEEEEEE!!! TWWWWWWWOOOOOOO!!!

 

Morgan Shaw: Dominick pushes Adelmar off of him! Adelmar knows not to give him any space and gets back on top of him with some vicious right hands but Dominick goozles him! Adelmar is trying to pry that hand off of his throat as Dominick rises! Kicks to the stomach! Adelmar breaks free! DROPKICK -- NO! Dominick catching the legs and then stepping square on the chest of Adelmar! He’s now twisting his heel deep into the sternum! Adelmar shouting at the referee to hurry up and do his job and Larry goes and warns Dominick to put a stop to this!

 

Lance Hart: The boot of Dominick gets off of Adelmar, leaving him coughing and sputtering! Adelmar looking furious! He starts to get up to a vertical base but with Dominick hovering over him he can’t get a breather! The masked man digging his claws into the crown of Adelmar’s skull and dragging him up! Adelmar bucking forward with a headbutt! Dominick responds with his own! THEN A BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX! Adelmar rolls to the corner and hopes to shake the cobwebs from that -- BODY AVALANCHE BY DOMINICK!!

 

Morgan Shaw: Adelmar stumbles around the ring after that AND TAKES A KNEE FOR HIS TROUBLES! BLOODBORNE!!! ADELMAR DROPS LIKE A TON OF BRICKS AND DOMINICK GETS ON TOP OF HIM WITH A HOOK OF THE LEG! REFEREE IN POSITION!

 

Larry Blackwell: ONNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! TWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOO!!!

 

Morgan Shaw: Adelmar with the shoulder up! The man’s gritting his teeth and pressing on while Dominick rains punishment down on the back of his head! Adelmar looking over his shoulder to respond but Dominick makes him face straight ahead using his power advantage! He’s got Adelmar in a full nelson! BACKBREAKER!! Adelmar getting folded up and landing on his knees from that! DOMINICK SHOWING AMAZING AGILITY AS HE HITS THE ROPES AND AIMS LOW FOR A CROSSBODY TO SAUER! FLATTENED HIM! He looks to roll Adelmar over --- BUT ADELMAR GETTING DESPERATE AND HOPING TO LOCK IN A KIMURA LOCK! ADELMAR TRYING TO GET A SUBMISSION AND HE’S COMING PRETTY CLOSE TO LOCKING IT IN!

 

Lance Hart: If he synches this in he could break the monster’s arm and this match is donezo! Dominick Oparta’s eyes as big as saucers as Adelmar may have really trapped him here! HE’S GOT IT! HE’S GOT IT! SUBMISSION APPLIED AND OPARTA IS IN PANIC MODE! Oparta aiming at the side with strikes but can’t get a good angle! Adelmar bending that arm back as far as he can, getting a grimace from his opponent! Dominick Oparta puts his hand to the ground and pushes up! He’s going to stand with Adelmar still attached to him! Dominick hoping to turn this to his advantage as he pries at the legs of Adel! SPINEBUSTER!! DOMINICK BROKE IT WITH A SPINEBUSTER!

 

Morgan Shaw: PAY CLOSE ATTENTION! Dominick is not moving! He’s rolling over onto his back actually! Adelmar dropping the Kimura at the last second and turning the predicament into a DDT! Adelmar is standing up and he’s laughing! He might be in the clear here as simply waits for Dominick; measuring him! Oparta starts to return to a vertical base and in an instant there’s Adelmar with the swinging neckbreaker! Adelmar not going for the cover, no, instead he has plans for more offense! I don’t think he trusts that Oparta is done just yet! He’s demanding that Oparta get up! Oparta taking a few seconds to gather his bearings but surprisingly he’s coming back up!

 

Adelmar Sauer: (w/o mic) ZUSAMMENBRUCH!

 

Lance Hart: ADELMAR TEARS DOWN THE SHIRT OF DOMINICK AND DELIVERS A KNIFE EDGE THAT CAN BE HEARD ALL THROUGHOUT THE ARENA, RIPPING THROUGH OPARTA LIKE A GUNSHOT! He trying to kill the man! The crowd gasping in shock at what they heard while Oparta has a thousand yard stare! Adelmar prepared to put him down as he places him between his knees! FALL DER KLINGEEEEE!!!

 

Morgan Shaw: DENIED WITH A BACKBODY DROP! Adelmar getting thrown over Oparta’s head as Oparta lets out a horrifying yell! He’s awakened! Adelmar looking to stop him with a right but Oparta catches the hand then pulls him in! T-BONE! THE EIGHTH CONCERTO! Dominick Oparta rubbing his reddened chest, relishing in the pain as he lets it sink in that the man before him caused this! Oparta roughly grabs Adelmar up by his neck and then places him in a claw! THE CLAWWW!!! HE’S GOT ADELMAR LIFTED OFF THE GROUND -- AND REALIGNS THE SPINE OF THE GERMANY NATIVE WITH THE 10TH CONCERTO! ADELMAR SAUER FALLS OVER IN A HEAP! DOMINICK COVERS!

 

Larry Blackwell: ONNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! TWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! THHRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!

 

(DING! DING! DING!)

 

(“No One Will Save You” plays once more as Dominick rolls off of his opponent, looking down at his handiwork with a satisfied expression.)

 

Julianna DeMarco: Here is your winner…..DOOMMINNNIICCCCKKKK OPPPAARTTTAAAAAAA!!!

 

Lance Hart: This match was a WAR! We just saw these two wrestlers beat the ever lovin’ hell out of each other in a nonstop, action packed contest that made me cringe which each move these two hit! Adelmar brought out an onslaught we haven’t seen in OWA in quite a while but unfortunately the almost superhuman Dominick was able to weather the storm and outbeasted the beast!

 

Morgan Shaw: Adelmar Saeur rolling out of the ring, somehow landing on his feet as he backs down the ramp in disgust at that result. Dominick planted him good there, a guy of Adelmar’s size being lifted the way he did is unheard of! Dominick with an impressive debut and I can bet my bottom dollar, the first of MANY wins in his record!

 

(As Oparta rejects the referee’s offer to raise his hand, the program switches away from the arena and heads to a whole new location.)

 

???: Look, I don’t have a lot of time.  I need to talk to him right now.

 

???: You have to make a meeting beforehand, sir.

 

???: Do you think I care?  It’s best that you don’t keep him or I waiting.

 

???: ...Alright, come this way.

 

(A camera turns on as it’s directed towards a prison guard, who begins to lead a crew of mysterious figures down a dark hallway.  The hallway holds cells full of prisoners, who are quite loud and obnoxious, staring at a mysterious gang of people whose faces are covered due to the darkness.)

 

Mysterious Person: What a warm welcome, I truly appreciate it.

 

Guard: Sir, please stay away from these men.  They’re incredibly dangerous even though they’re unarmed.  This facility contains the most wanted murders and gang leaders at their times of freedom.

 

Mysterious Person: That’s exactly why I’m here.  This is my kind of crowd, so it’s almost like a homecoming.

Guard: (whispers) What a weirdo.  Moving on...These are the outdoors, where most social interaction takes place and where we have to keep everyone on heavy watch.  There have been at least 10 murders this week and we’re trying to avoid more.

 

Mysterious Person: Only 10?  That’s scrub work.

 

(We then get a longshot of the prison from the outdoors, showing the faces of menacing individuals fighting, dealing and strolling through the courtyard.  The mysterious crew appear unfazed as they grin and head towards a secluded part of the prison.)

 

Guard: Please understand that we’re about to enter solitary confinement.  This man has not seen the light of day in ages, so don’t be surprised if he jumps out at you or tries to kill you.)

 

Mysterious Person: Do you really think I care?  He knows who I am and will figure out why my presence will be the best thing that’s ever happened to him.

 

(The doors are opened and the men are lead through another hallway, with a room towards the end of it.  The guard calls in for back-up as they start opening the door. There is a long-haired man, staring into the corner as the mysterious crew is allowed inside.)

 

Guard: You have some guests, capitan.  

 

???: Qué?  What a surprise.  Is it Vince or Castro?

 

Guard: No...it’s this guy.

 

Mysterious Person: We’re here to get you, Caspian.

 

(CASPIAN turns around, with a look of confusion as the cameras cut out before anything else is said.  The cameras fade to the ring for our next segment.)

 

(UP NEXT: Moongoose McQueen vs. Miltiades)

 

(COMMERCIAL BREAK)

 

Julianna DeMarco:  The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL!!!

 

(‘L's Theme' Composed by Yoshihisa Hirano and Hideki Taniuchi plays as the arena goes dark and haze fill the ramp way. Moongoose McQueen steps out in an oni mask and struts to the ring. Moongoose raises one fist into the air as he makes his way down the ramp, almost as if already celebrating a victory.)

 

Julianna DeMarco:  Introducing first...from Austin, Texas...weighing in at 236 lbs...he is the Disaster Artist….MOONGOOOOOOOSSSSEEEEE MCQUEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNN!!!

 

Lance Hart:  Moongoose McQueen is just a few weeks removed from that absolutely brutal Stairway to the Heaven’s Ladder Match at Final Destination.  He came up a little short and also found himself on the losing end of the stick in the big tag match during the draft show. He’s looking to get his season two back on track here tonight as he takes on one of the newest names to the Kingdom brand!

 

(A Battalion marches out as “War Pigs” by Black Sabbath begins playing. They line the ramp leaving the center bare. As the horn blares, Aren, Fenix, and Fenris all walk out with their banners. Miltiades soon follows, as the lyrics begin, with a Corinthian Helmet. As he comes out he stands in between his three generals and lets the atmosphere hit, before walking as the three follow. They post the banners on three sides of the ring, as Miltiades stands in the middle. He takes of the helmet and slams it on the canvas as fireworks go off from the stage and over the ring. Miltiades hands the helmet to Aren as they and the battalion make their way back.)

 

Juliana DeMarco:  And his opponent...from Rome...weighing in at 235 lbs....MIIIIIILLLLLLLTTTTTTTIIIIIIIAAAADDDDEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSS!!!

 

Morgan Shaw:  And here he is!  One of the biggest names to make his way over to Sunday nights by way of the draft!  Miltiades!

 

Lance Hart:  Like Moongoose McQueen, he also found himself on the losing side at Final Destination, but rest assured all of us here on Kingdom are excited about his arrival.  This man is a former Television champion and I can’t wait to see what he has in store for us all!

 

Morgan Shaw:  He’ll have his hands full here tonight though Lance.  Moongoose has been a mainstay here on Kingdom. He’s one of the cleverest men on the roster and has been one of our top stars for quite some time.  This one could get interesting.

 

(DING!  DING! DING!)

 

Lance Hart:  And this match is officially underway!  McQueen and Miltiades circle each other momentarily before locking up in a traditional collar-elbow tie-up.  McQueen looks as if he’s got the early advantage as he pushes Miltiades back up into the ropes. The referee steps in and forces the two to break the hold, which they do cleanly.

 

Morgan Shaw:  Or not! McQueen sends a hard chop right to the chest of Miltiades!  He follows it up with another before bouncing Miltiades off the ropes and Irish whipping him across the ring!

 

Lance Hart:  But Miltiades reverses!  Instead it’s McQueen who’s sent rebounding off of the ropes...but he returns with a spinning heel kick!  Miltiades goes down for the first time!

 

Morgan Shaw:  He doesn’t stay down long though as he quickly makes his way back up to his feet...ONI GIRI!!!  Just as fast as he got up, Miltiades is right back down again! That running knee strike connected right across the jaw of Miltiades and he could be out Lance!  McQueen hooks the leg for the first cover of the contest!

 

Referee:  OOOOOOOONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEE!!!...

 

TTTTTTTWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!...

 

TTTTHHHHHRRR-

 

Lance Hart:  And a kick out JUST before three from Miltiades.  He’s got to be careful Morgan. McQueen nearly put him away right there and this match just got started.

 

Morgan Shaw:  Moongoose is a dangerous competitor Lance.  We all know that. If Miltiades underestimated him, he’s going to be in for a rude awakening as he just found out there.  McQueen now backing off of Miltiades and motioning for him to get up. I think he’s going to go for yet another Oni Giri! Miltiades rolls over and makes his way up to one knee...and here comes McQueen!  He charges straight for Miltiades!

 

Lance Hart:  But Miltiades lunges forward and catches McQueen mid-air!  He plants the Disaster Artist hard into the mat with a Spinebuster!  Both men are down now as Miltiades is still trying to shake off the cobwebs from that knee strike!  Finally they both begin to stir, but it’s McQueen who gets up first! He throws a right hand towards Miltiades, who’s just gotten back up to his feet as well!   Miltiades responds with one of his own! Now McQueen again! Now Miltiades! McQueen! Miltiades! McQueen! Miltiades! Finally that last strike seemed to daze McQueen and Miltiades spins around...and plants Moongoose with a discus clothesline!   It looked like Miltiades took McQueen’s head clean off of his body there!

 

Morgan Shaw:  These two are both refusing to back down here, but it’s Miltiades who finds himself in control at the moment.  He reaches down and grabs McQueen dragging him up before wrapping his arms around his waist and hoisting him up and over his shoulder in the powerbomb position!  Miltiades now carries McQueen over towards the ropes! We’ve seen him do this on Friday nights before! He’s going to powerbomb McQueen straight over the top!

 

Lance Hart:  But Mcqueen counters with a hurricanrana!  He sends Miltiades piling over the top rope and out onto the floor!  But Miltiades somehow manages to land on his feet! He looks both shocked and angry at what just happened and hops up onto the apron to get back in the ring, but McQueen hits him with a big right hand!  Miltiades is dazed and McQueen grabs ahold of his head and drags him back into the ring over the top rope, leaving his feet resting atop the ropes! McQueen the drives him into the mat with that swinging rope hung neckbreaker!  Again, McQueen goes to cover!

 

Referee:  OOOOONNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEE!!!...

 

TTTTTTTTWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOO!!!...

 

Morgan Shaw:  But Miltiades gets the shoulder up after only two!  McQueen immediately looks to grab the legs of Miltiades!  He’s trying to get in the Ultimo Rito! He’s looking for that Inverted Cloverleaf, but Miltiades reaches up and grabs the shoulder of McQueen, rolling him up with a small package!

 

Referee:  OOOOONNNNNNEEEEEE!!!...

 

Lance Hart:  He may have surprised McQueen there, but it was only a one count.  Miltiades instantly hops back to his feet and McQueen looks to do the same, but he only makes it to one knee before Miltiades sticks him with Make Your Mark!  That superkick caught McQueen flush across the jaw and McQueen will be down for more than just a one count this time! It could be over right here as Miltiades covers!

 

Referee:  OOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEE!!!...

 

TTTTTTWWWWWWOOOOOOOOO!!!...

 

TTTTTHHHHHHHRRRREEEEEE-

 

Morgan Shaw:  NO! Moongoose gets the shoulder up JUST in the knick of time!  Miltiades now not wasting any time as he quickly drags McQueen up and hoists him into the powerbomb position once more!  But this time he walks him towards the corner and drives him straight into the turnbuckle with the Overdrive!!!

 

Lance Hart:  McQueen bounces off that turnbuckle, landing onto his hands and knees on the mat!  All the while, Miltiades runs and bounces off the ropes! He NAILS McQueen with the Shining Wizard!  McQueen is feeling it now! He wants to put this one away right here! He’s motioning for Moongoose to get back to his feet!

 

Morgan Shaw:  Slowly he begins to do so, using the ropes to help him but he has no idea what’s in store for him!  Here comes Miltiades charging in! MALICE AT THE PALACE!!!

 

Lance Hart:  NO!!! Moongoose McQueen drops down to avoid it and rolls under the bottom rope to the safety of the outside!  McQueen had it scouted and knew it was coming and he JUST managed to dodge it.

 

Morgan Shaw:  I don’t know how safe the outside is though Lance, because it looks like a frustrated Miltiades is going to follow him out there.  He steps through the ropes and out onto the apron and...MCQUEEN JUST RAN AND JUMPED UP ONTO THE APRON, LEAPING INTO THE AIR WITH AN ENZIGURI OUT OF NOWHERE!!!

 

Lance Hart:  Just when you thought Miltiades was in complete control, the King of the Night TIme World goes and pulls off something like that!  That was incredible and Miltiades has collapsed out onto the ringside floor! McQueen wastes little time as he hops down from the apron and wraps his arms around the waist of Miltiades!  He drags him up and over his head as he plants him with a deadlift German Suplex right out here on the ringside floor!

 

Morgan Shaw:  Miltiades is writhing around in pain out here now and McQueen simply smirks, pleased with his handy work.  He grabs Miltiades by the hair and drags him up to his feet before shoving him under the bottom rope and back into the ring.  Moongoose hops up onto the apron and as Miltiades gets to his feet, McQueen climbs up the turnbuckle. Finally Miltiades is up and turns around...only to be met by McQueen who flies from the top rope and connects with a missile dropkick that sends Miltiades FLYING across the ring and down to the mat!

 

Lance Hart:  Moongoose now taking his sweet time getting up, laughing at Miltiades as he raises his arms in the only to be met with boos from this OWA Arena crowd.  Finally he turns and runs towards the ropes! HE SPRINGBOARDS OFF OF THEM WITH THE LION’S SONG!

 

Morgan Shaw:  NO!!! MILTIADES LEAPT UP OFF THE MAT AS MCQUEEN WAS JUMPING AND HE NAILED MOONGOOSE IN MID-AIR WITH A KENKA KICK!!!  MY GOD, MCQUEEN WAS COMPLETELY UPSIDE DOWN TRYING TO PERFORM THAT MOONSAULT AND THAT KICK CAUGHT HIM RIGHT IN THE CHEST!!!

 

Lance Hart:  Needless to say that did NOT work out the way McQueen intended it to and this crowd is going nuts!!!

 

Crowd:  HOLY SHIT!  HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

 

Morgan Shaw:  Miltiades drags McQueen towards the center and covers!  It’s GOT to be over!

 

Referee:  OOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEE!!!...

 

TTTTWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!...

 

TTTTHHHHHHHHHRRRRREEEEEEEE!!!

 

Lance Hart:  WHAT?! MCQUEEN GOT A SHOULDER UP!!!

 

Morgan Shaw:  Somehow, some way, Moongoose McQueen managed to get out of that pin attempt at the LAST possible second!  Miltiades is not happy about it and he IMMEDIATELY starts stomping at the downed McQueen! The referee tries to step in to stop him, but Miltiades is having none of it!  He shoves the referee to the side and then grabs McQueen, hooking his arms for the War Horse!

 

Lance Hart:  BUT MCQUEEN WITH A LOW BLOW!  The referee didn’t see it because Miltiades shoved him aside, but Moongoose just struck him right in the family jewels!  He falls to the mat, clutching his nether-region and McQueen has new life in this match!

 

Morgan Shaw:  He doesn’t just have new life Morgan, but I think he’s looking to finish this right here.  He drags himself towards the corner and slowly begins to ascend it to the top turnbuckle! Finally he’s made it and he sizes Miltiades up for a moment...and then SAILS from the top!  TATSU MAKI!!! AN ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL CORKSCREW MOONSAULT!!!

 

Lance Hart:  BUT MILTIADES ROLLED OUT OF THE WAY!  MCQUEEN CRASHES INTO THE MAT AND MILTIADES IS UP!!!

 

Morgan Shaw:  Moongoose is quick to get to his feet himself but he turns around and…

 

Shaw and Hart together:  MALICE AT THE PALACE!!!!!

 

Lance Hart:  Miltiades nailed it!  He came running in and planted that kick to McQueen and he collapses on top of him for the cover!

 

Referee:  OOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEE!!!...

 

TTTTTTWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOO!!!...

 

TTTTTTTHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEE!!!

 

(DING!  DING! DING!)

 

Morgan Shaw:  What a match! These two put it all out there tonight but ultimately it was Miltiades who would emerge victorious in his Kingdom debut!  This man has been dominant over on Olympus and if tonight is any indication, it looks like he’s bringing that same intensity over here to Sunday nights!

 

Lance Hart:  Take NOTHING away from McQueen though!  This match was as hard fought as they come and I have a feeling this won’t be the last time we see these two in the ring together over the course of the next season of OWA.

 

(“War Pigs” by Black Sabbath plays again and Moongoose McQueen rolls out of the ring, clutching his jaw.  He walks backwards up the ramp, staring at Miltiades with a bitter scowl on his face. Miltiades doesn’t even seem to notice him though as the referee just raises his arm up in the air in victory.)

 

(BACKSTAGE: Keelan Callihan is seen walking backstage, making his way to gorilla position.

 

GRAPHIC: UP NEXT - KEELAN CALLIHAN SPEAKS OUT)

 

(COMMERCIAL BREAK)

 

(“Oblivion” by 30 Seconds to Mars plays to boos as Keelan Callihan comes out from behind the curtains with a grin on his face. He’s being followed closely behind by The Wild Boys.)

 

Julianna DeMarco: Ladies and gentlemen please welcome… THE WIIILLLDDD BOOOOYYYSS AND KEEEEEEEELLLLLAAAANNNN CAAAAAALLLLLLIIIIHHHAAANNN!!!!

 

Lance Hart: One thing is for absolute certain, Morgan, and it’s that Keelan Callihan is the most talked about individual in all of OWA right now. This man interrupted an incredible match between Scott Oasis and CM Nas and stood tall at the end of the draft show two weeks ago.

 

Morgan Shaw: This man has done nothing but preached the only goal he’s had in mind and that goal is to step over all of the individuals in his way to get to the top and save OWA. Unfortunately for everybody, he’s getting there very quickly. The Wild Boys took out CM Nas two weeks ago and we have no idea how long he’s going to be out. We’ve heard nothing from his side of things. Right now, Keelan is the MAN on Kingdom, and he’s going to be very difficult to stop now that he’s reunited with The Wild Boys.

 

(Keelan is given a microphone has his music fades out. The boos of the crowd grow even louder.)

 

Lance Hart: Well these fans inside the Prudential Center aren’t afraid of telling The Killer what they think of him!

 

Morgan Shaw: It’s Newark’s first time witnessing an OWA show so I wonder if this anger has been built up over all this time!

 

Keelan Callihan (to the crowd): Thank you.

 

(The crowd boo again.)

 

Keelan Callihan: What is it that makes a man? Is it his pride? Is it his strength? Is it his intelligence? It’s all of these things. The difference between myself and every other man is that I possess every single one of these traits and I use each of these for my own self betterment. Pride. I take satisfaction in my own accomplishments. Ever since returning to this place, what is that I have been saying? Every single man in front of me is a stepping stone, and I will step over every single cunt until I save this place from what it’s become. Bob Taylor wanted to name either CM Nas or Scott Oasis the COO of this company. He was about to give a massive position like that to two individuals that have no experience in that field whatsoever. This is why OWA is where it is at today.

 

Lance Hart: This man is absolutely delusional! OWA has far succeeded every goal it ever had in its first year as a company!

 

Keelan Callihan: This company is great, but we could… no, we SHOULD be way ahead of where it is. If I stuck around, imagine where this place would be. I plan on getting us there and when we do arrive, you will thank me later. Strength. And not just physical strength, but mental strength. I have the ability to keep my wits about me when times get tough. Do you know how many individuals have tried to poke fun at me for not winning a single championship in the five years I’ve been back in this business? I don’t need championships to represent what I’m about. I’m bigger than championships. I’m more valuable than the amount of gold it takes to create the championships all the talent in the back work so hard for. My mental strength to ignore all of the people that shit on my name is one of the biggest reasons I am in the position I’m in right now. And finally, intelligence. I am the smartest man in this god damned company. If my back is forced against a wall, I know exactly how to get out of that or any predicament. When the odds are stacked against me that is when I thrive. Think about the one goal I’ve set out for myself since returning. It’s me against the world if you think about it, but I’ve been stepping over ever dumbass that’s gotten in my way, from Kevin Maverick to Nathan Fiora to Jon McAdams and everybody in between. This was the same for CM Nas. He is no better than anybody else in this company. He carries himself around with his massive ego. He talked himself into becoming the first ever Omega Heavyweight Champion. He hasn’t earned a single thing in this company. He sure as shit didn’t earn the right to main event the first ever Final Destination. And he absolutely has no right to be named the COO of this place. So I had to bring it upon myself to hit him with a reality check and just remind him and the rest of the world that he isn’t as good as he claims he is. And now, who knows when we’ll see his face around here again. The Wild Boys really gave it to him at the draft show, and I am so proud of you lads. It’s good to know though that out of him and his lady Tarah Nova that Tarah Nova is the supreme athlete out of the two of them. How does it feel to be outdone and outshined by a woman? You’re not a man, Nasir. No pride. No strength. No intelligence.

 

(Keelan pauses for a few moments, before looking back at The Wild Boys who are smiling at him. They’re very proud of his promo.)

 

Keelan Callihan: Speaking of which, there is one man though who got in my way not too long ago, and I haven’t had the opportunity to step over him like I’ve stepped over everybody else. He stood up to me, and he didn’t have to. I would like to invite this man out here right now, and I would like him to apologize to me in front of the world for everything that he did to me, and I want him to feel every bit of embarrassment that he deserves. So… Chet Kensington.

 

Morgan Shaw: What?!

 

Lance Hart: You’ve got to be kidding me…

 

Keelan Callihan: Get out here mate.

 

(Keelan and The Wild Boys wait in the ring. Nobody comes out from behind the curtains.)

 

Keelan Callihan: Come on. We don’t have all night.

 

(After a few more moments, Chet Kensington slowly comes out from behind the curtains. He looks mortified as he walks down the ramp.)

 

Lance Hart: This is just ridiculous. Chet Kensington is an innocent man who is just trying to do his job. He’s got a family, probably!

 

Morgan Shaw: Well Keelan wants to make this man suffer it seems. After Final Destination, I think he wants to put Chet through the ringer.

 

(Chet enters the ring.)

 

Keelan Callihan: Mr. Kensington, at Final Destination you tried to get involved in my business. My business is solely mine and mine alone. You shoved me to the ground.

 

(The crowd pop at that remark.)

 

Keelan Callihan (at the crowd): SHUT THE FUCK UP!

 

(The crowd boo but we here laughter and cheers still.)

 

Keelan Callihan: You shoved me to the ground and when you did that, you made yourself an enemy. Let me tell you a little something about me mate. You don’t want to make an enemy out of Keelan Callihan. The Killer… The Career Killer.

 

(Keelan begins to pat on Chet’s shoulders before wrapping his arm around him.)

 

Keelan Callihan: But, you have a chance to redeem yourself! You have a chance to wipe the slate clean and get on with your shitty life as a referee. Do you have kids, Chet?

 

Chet Kensington (nervously): Uh… yeah.

 

Keelan Callihan: Oh that’s nice. How many?

 

Chet Kensington: I… I have seven kids.

 

Keelan Callihan: Wow! Sounds like you’ve been working overtime, and not just in the bedroom! It’s no wonder you’re the only fucking referee this show has. You’ve been apart of this company since the day it opened, and all this time Kingdom has never had another referee. I imagine you somehow talked to Vernon Tressler or Bob Taylor out of hiring other officials for this show so you could earn all that extra cash for yourself. I imagine you have made a lot of money in your first year in OWA, huh.

 

(Chet Kensington doesn’t say anything.)

 

Keelan Callihan: Or maybe… not?

 

(Chet slowly shakes his head. Keelan laughs.)

 

Keelan Callihan: You really are a sad, pathetic excuse for a man. You’re exactly like CM Nas. You don’t have pride, you don’t have strength, you don’t have intelligence. You have nothing. You have a family and you can provide them nothing. Well here’s your chance to prove to your wife and to your kids that you aren’t a man at all and that you’re just a pathetic cunt that thinks he’s doing the right thing, but really all you’re doing is writing a death wish. Chet, I want you to look me in the eyes and I want you to apologize to me for EVER TRYING TO GET INVOLVED IN MY SHIT!!!

 

(Chet takes a deep breath as the crowd boo. Keelan puts the microphone up to Chet’s mouth.)

 

Chet Kensington (hesitant): I… I’m… I’m sorry.

 

Keelan Callihan: ...what?

 

Chet Kensington: I’m sorry.

 

Keelan Callihan: What’s that, Chet? I think you need to speak a little louder so the people can hear you.

 

(The crowd erupt in a huge ovation as Chet Kensington ONCE AGAIN pushes Keelan Callihan to the ground.)

 

Lance Hart: HOLY SHIT!!! CHET SHOVED KEELAN TO THE GROUND AGAIN!!!

 

Morgan Shaw: OHHHHHH A DOUBLE SUPERKICK FROM THE WILD BOYS TO CHET!!! THIS CROWD IS IRATE! Keelan quickly rises to his feet in a rage and he and The Wild Boys leave the ring in a hurry! Keelan’s storming up the ramp, yelling absurdities as both Wild Boys try to calm him down!

 

(A doctor rolls into the ring to check on the motionless Chet Kensington as we go to commercial…)

 

(COMMERCIAL)

 

(We cut backstage to Keelan Callihan and The Wild Boys storming through the halls looking for Vernon Tressler.)

 

Billy Wild: Keelan, over there!

 

(Billy points left and we see Vernon Tressler talking to a stagehand. Keelan and The Wild Boys run over to him.)

 

Keelan Callihan: Vernon-

 

Vernon Tressler: This better be important.

 

Keelan Callihan: Did you see what happened out there?! Chet is out of line!

 

Vernon Tressler: Maybe it’s YOU that is out of line. You’re forgetting who you’re talking to. I am your boss, and Chet Kensington is just an official. He acted on emotion at Final Destination and made a mistake shoving you to the ground I will admit to that, but just before, I think him shoving you to the ground again was quite warranted.

 

Keelan Callihan: Oh fuck off.

 

Vernon Tressler: And here’s another thing. Yes, you might be back but despite being back for a few months now you are quite oblivious to a lot that’s going on around you. Yes, Chet Kensington at one point was the only official Kingdom had but we’ve had other officials on this show for quite a while now. Chet is Kingdom’s head referee and he’s helped trained the other Kingdom referees.

 

Keelan Callihan: Well it’s no wonder. The other referees must be just as bad as he is because they all just seem to blend together. Here’s what I want though, Vernon and it’s really quite simple. You have other referees so I don’t think you’d mind this too much. Next week, I want Chet Kensington.

 

Vernon Tressler: You want him? What do you mean?

 

Keelan Callihan: ...I want Chet Kensington in a match against me. And when I win, he becomes the official referee of Zaibatsu.

 

(Vernon Tressler can’t believe what he’s hearing.)

 

Vernon Tressler: Alright, whatever. I can’t wait to see how this bites you on the ass down the line. Don’t say I didn’t warn you though.

 

Keelan Callihan: Don’t worry. You’ll regret those words when Zaibatsu comes for you in the near future.

 

(Keelan and The Wild Boys leave the scene as Vernon Tressler shakes his head in his direction as we fade back to ringside.)

 

Lance Hart: Welcome back to Kingdom, ladies and gentlemen! What a show it's been so far!

 

Morgan Shaw: That's right, Hart! We're only getting start-

 

(All of a sudden, the lights go off and the sound of clocks ticking begin playing over the PA. Then the words "DAMPSHAW" appear on the titantron as the dark, ominous notes of "Jerusalem" by ELP ring in. Reginald Dampshaw III appears on the stage in a black and gold robe, looks to the sky and begins walking down the ramp.)

 

Lance Hart: Well. We knew Reginald asked for some time to speak tonight, I just wish he didn't feel the need to interrupt us.

 

Morgan Shaw: While the timing may have not been expected, I'm always glad to see Dampshaw, Hart! The man is coming off winning the Final Destination Battle Royal and he's got more momentum than ever!

 

(Reginald enters the ring and calls for a microphone. He stand in the middle of the squared circle and closes his eyes once again. He takes a deep breath before opening them)

 

Reginald Dampshaw III: Ladies and gentlemen, brothers and sisters. Do you truly grasp what an amazing moment this is? Everything that has been and will be has mutated and coalesced into this one beautiful, historic instant. You saw the seeds of it being sown at Final Destination, but The New Dawn has truly begun!

 

Lance Hart: We've heard Reginald speak about this "New Dawn" before...what is he talking about?

 

Morgan Shaw: Why don't you shut up and let the man explain himself, Hart?

 

Reginald Dampshaw III: Final Destination was the beginning of it all. You all saw it. I purged all of those men...and where are they now? Hans Olsen and Jake Keeton have run off to Olympus, too afraid of accepting what was being asked of them. Udy is now howling, howling at anyone who'll listen. He's making bold claims and picking fights he can't win..like the little lost puppy that he is. Disappointing. Some people refuse the help that is most needed for them. He knows I could offer him peace. Him, Olsen and Keeton need not run any longer but alas...it was not to be. They will continue to scratch wildly at the night with no direction. And what of the others? Where are they? Gone. Not fit for The New Dawn so they were purged and became one with the ether, never to be seen again. For you see, I am a just One, but I need strong powerful Knights to be at my side and the weak must be weeded out. As it was, it always shall be.

 

Lance Hart: This is all sounding very strange. Reginald has for a long time been obviously very...confused mentally.

 

Reginald Dampshaw III: ...but enough with the unpleasantness! This is a time of rejoice! I was informed a few days ago that due to my battle royale victory at Final Destination, I have been awarded a shot at the Spartan Championship.

 

Morgan Shaw: Wow! Huge news for Dampshaw! And well deserved!

 

Reginald Dampshaw III: While I would have loved to meet Kurobane one on one and take the championship from him...he's no longer the holder of it. Jeff X is. And if I have to get in the ring with him again...so be it. But that made me think....why stop there? Why settle for one accolade? I said it before but let me clarify in case you all didn't understand. These "brands" these different "shows"..they mean nothing to me. Look at me. And I don't mean this corporeal being you see before you. I mean really look at me. Look at my soul. Look at the aura that is hovering around everything here. Do you really think I can be held by your simple physical bounds? Do you really think I can't take that Spartan Championship away from Jeff X or whoever holds the title when I decide to strike...or any championship here in OWA? If I want the World Championship or even the Heavyweight Championship, I'll take them. If I want the Television Championship, I'll take it. I may not meet the "requirements" but I'll take the Cruiserweight Championship as well.

 

Lance Hart: The hell is he talking about?

 

Morgan Shaw: Uhh....you know, Hart...maybe he's just saying he'll eventually hold every championship?

 

Lance Hart: I don't think that's what he's saying, Morgan.

 

Reginald Dampshaw III: And while I may not have been the most friendly person and I may not seem like one who plays well with others, as seen by some of the tag matches I've been thrown in here, but no army, no legion can be kept but only one man. So if I wanted to take those Tag Team Championships...then I could take those as well. And it just so happens there are many soldiers in the shadows waiting to be at my beck and call if it comes to that. I've scoured the globe for the right people and I think I've found them. And sometimes, the right ones were always there to begin with...

 

Lance Hart: He's lost it.

 

Reginald Dampshaw III: But enough about that. I've said all that I needed to. To whoever may be champions when I decide to strike, just know this. The clocks are ticking. Your time is coming close to coming to an end. The Reginald Dampshaw III you saw before has died, his former self metamorphosing like a caterpillar into this butterfly you see before you, wings proudly open to the sky...I see all there is and has ever been. I am not a man. I am everything.

 

(And with that, Reginald drops the microphone and leaves the ring with his eyes closed and a smile on his face.)

 

Lance Hart: Reginald Dampshaw III has finally and unequivocally lost his damn mind. If there was ever any doubt left. Saying he's going to exist wherever he wants and take all the championships. The arrogance of this man has reached a fever pitch since winning the battle royal at Final Destination.

 

Morgan Shaw: You know, Hart, Dampshaw had me at the beginning but...this is getting even a little too weird for me. This whole "aura" stuff sounds a little strange. I'm not saying Dampshaw won't be a champion here one day, he absolutely will be, but to suggest holding all the championships at once? And going wherever he likes? Like you said, his arrogance is through the roof and I really think he's lost any semblance of reality. Like I said, Reginald will be a champion one day, be in his mind, he's going to be champion of everything. And I'd venture to say Dampshaw with that mindset is going to be a very, very dangerous man.

 

(COMMERCIAL BREAK)

 

(We cut to ringside where Julianna DeMarco is in the middle of the ring and ready to go.)

 

Julianna DeMarco: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

 

(A remix of the Game of Thrones theme plays as it signals the arrival of Udy. The Demon Wolf makes his way down to the ring to a mixed reaction.)

 

Julianna DeMarco: Introducing first! From the Scandavian Mountains, weighing in tonight at 204 pounds! HE IS THE DEMON WOLF! UUUUUUUDDDYYYYYY!!!!!

 

Lance Hart: Here we go for another matchup! An interesting one at that. The debut of Theo King Jr. against someone who has been on OWA roster for quite some while. Udy has shown flashes of great work and we’ll have to see if he can capitalize by spoiling the debut of his opponent tonight.

 

(Udy poses on the turnbuckle as he heads to his corner before the music changes to “Sauce It Up” by Lil Uzi Vert and we get the first entrance of The Prestige, Theo King Jr. as he has this confidence that seems to have rubbed some people in attendance the wrong way.)

 

Julianna DeMarco: And his opponent! From Scardale, New York, weighing in tonight at 225 pounds! HE IS THE PRESTIGE! THEOOOOO KING JUNIOOOOOOORRR!!!!!

 

Morgan Shaw: A second generation talent, his father Theo King Sr. is considered a legend of the tri-state area who competed in the 70s and 80s, so you know there’s a lot of pressure on him. Theo King Jr. has quite a big task ahead of him. Starting off his OWA tenure with a win tonight.

 

Lance Hart: We can definitely tell that this man is confident in his abilities but that aura of confidence around him seems to have rubbed some people here the wrong way.

 

(Theo looks around at his surrounding before entering the ring where he poses. He soon heads to his corner on the opposite side of where his opponent is. The referee signals that the bell be rung as this contest is underway.)

 

(DING DING DING!)

 

Lance Hart: Here we go, Ladies and Gentlemen as both Udy and Theo King Jr. circle around the ring. Udy goes for a collar-and-elbow tie up as Theo has the early advantage thanks to a size advantage. He is able to easily push Udy to ropes where immediately the ref has to barge in and tell him to break the hold. It seems Theo is slow to break the tie-up but he does and simply backs away. Theo telling Udy to try again, and once again both of them tie-up. Again Theo King Jr. has the advantage and this time is able to easily bring Udy to the corner where he is told once again by the ref to break the hold. King once again breaks the hold but this time he pats Udy’s chest mockingly which gets him eating an ELBOW TO THE FACE BY THE DEMON WOLF.

 

Morgan Shaw: Ouch that’s gonna leave a mark! Udy fires back with more strikes. Adding shoot kicks to the offense now as Theo is being attacked but he's able to catch the leg and hit a NASTY looking Dragon Screw! I think Udy might be in pain right now, his face definitely giving that look at the moment. Theo King Jr. follows up with a vicious looking chop-block aiming directly at the back of Udy’s back leg! Another brutal shot as Theo is working on the leg of Udy with stomps. The first cover now by The Prestige!

 

Ref: ONNNNEEEEEE!!!! TWOOOOOOO----

 

Lance Hart: Kickout by Udy, he's still in this match as Theo King Jr. is forced to rethink a plan of attack. King Jr. now turns Udy over to lock in a single leg Boston Crab! Udy is fighting back but as he does that, Theo with another couple of stomps to the same leg he's worked on for the duration of this match. Theo King Jr is able to finally get the Single Leg Crab in as he puts as much effort into the hold trying to get Udy to tap out. The Demon Wolf is in massive pain as he's crawling towards the ropes trying as much as he can to get the rope break. He's almost there… AND HE’S GOT IT! Udy has gotten to the rope as the ref is telling Theo to break the hold and begins his five count warning.

 

Ref: ONEEEEE!! TWOOOO!!! THREEEE!!! FOUUUR!

 

(Theo seemingly breaks the hold and immediately gets in the face with the ref.)

 

Theo King Jr. (off-mic): I have till five!! I know the rules!!

 

Morgan Shaw: Theo King Jr. getting in the face of our ref here. I don't think that's a good idea unless he wants to be DQ'd, he should be focusing on dealing with Udy who is using the support of the ropes to get back to his feet. Theo finally realizes that his opponent is up to his feet as he turns and eats a forearm from The Demon Wolf. Another one from Udy as the crowds to be on his side. I'm guessing they must hate Theo’s overconfidence as much as I do.

 

Lance Hart: Focus on the match, Shaw! Udy is going in with strikes as they are hitting their mark and Theo King is being overwhelmed. The Prestige attempts a clothesline but Udy ducks it and lands a BIG TIME JUMPING DDT! Cover by Udy!

 

Ref: ONEEEEEE!!! TWOOOO!!! THREE---

 

Morgan Shaw: A close two but Theo King Jr kicks out! Udy seems to focused but that right leg is still bothering him as he tries to bring it some life into his leg. Udy now signals that he is ending this match as he get Theo King Jr up to his and gets behind him to grab a hold of his wrist. Udy is looking De Förbannelse! Udy spins him around knee but Theo counters it with a punch! He calls that the Golden Fist!

 

Lance Hart: Udy is stunned as now Theo King Jr kicks him in the right leg and pulls him in! PRESTIGIOUS PULL UP PILEDRIVER!! Cover by Theo King Jr!! That's gotta be it!

 

Ref: ONEEEEEEE!!!! TWOOOOOOO!!!! THREEEEE!!!!

 

(DING DING DING!!!)

 

(“Sauce It Up” by Lil Uzi Vert plays again as Theo King Jr gets off Udy and has his arm raised by the referee.)

 

Julianna DeMarco: The winner of this match!! THEO KING JR!!!

 

Morgan Shaw: Another debut ending in an impressive win! I have to say, these signings are something else so far!

 

Lance Hart: Theo came prepared, no doubt about it but I’m sure Udy is looking to bounce back from this! Udy wanted this win bad and when he gathers his bearings I have no idea how he’ll react. He had it in the bag until that Golden Fist!

 

(Theo King Jr does a lap around the ring right before we cut away to a side by side showing of Carlos Rosso and Aria Jaxon with their pre-match preparations.)

 

(GRAPHIC: UP NEXT - CHAMPION ARIA JAXON VS CARLOS ROSSO)

 

Juliana Demarco: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL!

Crowd: ONE FALL!!!!

 

[“It’s Time For War” plays over the loudspeakers through the arena as Carlos Rosso makes his way to the ring, a red towel draped over his head, obscuring a cold-blooded stare.]

 

Juliana Demarco: Introducing first, from Baton Rouge, Louisiana weighing in at 225 pounds….CARRRRRRLOOOOOS ROSSSSSSOOOOO!!!

 

Lance Hart: And here is the slithering snake making his way to the ring, the former OWA Television Champion who behaved nothing like a champion when he attacked Aria Jaxon earlier in our broadcast.

 

Morgan Shaw: This man has won more championships than you or anyone else in this arena can dream of! You can boo him all you want but he’s one of the greatest of all time! And now that he’s roughed up our champion, he could work his way immediately into the championship picture with a win here tonight!

 

[Carlos rips the towel off his head and stands waiting patiently in the center of the ring as “Formation” by Beyonce plays and a pissed off Aria Jaxon makes her way to the ring to deafening cheers, holding her OWA World Championship as she makes a beeline for the ring.]

 

Juliana Demarco: And his opponent, from Los Angeles, California...SHE IS THE OWA WORRRRRRRLD CHAMPION….ARIAAAAAAA JAAAAXOOOOOOOON!!!!

 

Lance Hart: Aria slides into the ring after tossing her title in the center of the ring and immediately she starts to hammer Carlos Rosso with forearms right to his face! Chet Kensington calls for the bell and here we go!

 

DING DING DING!!!

 

Lance Hart: Aria pressing the advantage early with those forearms but Carlos cuts off her offense with a knee to the midsection! A clubbing blow to the back of her head and the Champ is already down on one knee!

 

Morgan Shaw: Look at what a wonderful man Carlos is! He gives our World Champion first strike then responds with what you would expect from a man of his skill!

 

Lance Hart: Carlos grabbing Aria by the hair, senior official Chet Kensington admonishing him for that but Carlos shrugs it off...he’s dragging Aria to the corner...and COME ON! HE JUST STARTS TO STRAIGHT UP CHOKE ARIA! Aria came here to fight, apparently Carlos came here to just cheat and sucker punch his way to a potential World Championship opportunity!

Chet Kensington: HEY! COME ON CARLOS! LET HER OUTTA THERE! BREAK IT UP! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!

 

Carlos Rosso: Get out of my way, you idiot!

 

Lance Hart: Carlos shoves the referee back and now the two of them are exchanging words….ARIA FROM BEHIND…SHE ROLLS UP CARLOS FROM BEHIND!

 

ONEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

 

TWOOOOO!!!!!

 

Morgan Shaw: SHE’S GOT THE TIGHTS!

 

THREEEEEEEE!!!!!!!

 

DING DING DING!!!!!

 

[“Formation” by Beyonce blasts to a crescendo of cheers as Aria slides out of the ring with a wide grin on her face, picking up her OWA World Championship and dusting it off as Carlos looks on in pure shock before turning to Chet Kensington in a rage.]

 

Juliana Demarco: Ladies and Gentleman, Here is your winner….THE OWA WORRRRRRRRLD CHAMPION…..ARIA JAXON!

 

Lance Hart: DARE I SAY IT, BUT CARLOS ROSSO GOT A TASTE OF CHEATER’S JUSTICE TONIGHT! HE ATTACKED ARIA EARLIER ON, TRIED TO CHOKE HER AND HE LET A DISTRACTION BE THE CATALYST FOR ONE OF HIS MOST EMBARRASSING LOSSES TO DATE!

 

Morgan Shaw: WHAT A TRAVESTY! WHAT A DISGRACE! ARIA CHEATED! THAT’S NOW HOW A WORLD CHAMPION SHOULD BEHAVE!

 

Lance Hart: Aria is making her way up, celebrating with some of the fans….CARLOS ROSSO JUST SUCKER PUNCHED CHET KENSINGTON! ONE HIT KILL RIGHT TO THE JAW! That should definitely be a fine or a suspension! The former King of Television letting his frustration get the better of him!

 

Morgan Shaw: If you had that kind of crappy refereeing going on, you’d be frustrated too!

 

[Aria turns around to exchange words with Carlos Rosso from halfway up the ramp when a strange video begins to play on the big screen. No music, no words...only the sounds of rain falling, winds howling and the sight of clouds amassing over an open sky. Aria turns around to watch the video in confusion, only for it to end.]

 

Morgan Shaw: What the hell was that?

 

Lance Hart: I honestly have no idea…..someone apparently has a message for our champion. Guess what, I think Carlos knows who it is. He’s just leaning on the ropes as Chet slowly gets up to his feet after that overhand right Rosso landed….Carlos is just sitting there laughing.

 

Aria Jaxon: ….WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!

 

Carlos: Heh….wouldn’t you like to know, Pinky? Wouldn’t you like to know….Enjoy your reign, sweetheart because it ain’t gonna last!

 

Lance Hart: Aria picks up the win here, but the bigger question definitely has to be what was the message of that video we just saw.

 

(FINAL COMMERCIAL BREAK)

 

(DING! DING! DING!)

 

Julianna DeMarco: The following contest is a six-person hardcore tag team match, scheduled for one fall. And it is your main event of the evening!

 

(‘Red Right Hand’ by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds hits to instantaneous boos. Nate Cage appears at the top of the ramp, flanked by Donny Dragon and James Anderson.)

 

Julianna DeMarco: Introducing first, the team of Nate Cage, Donny Dragon and James Anderson...THIS...IS...GROUND ZEEEERRROOOOOO!!!

 

Lance Hart: Nate Cage looks to be almost resigned to the fact that he’s about to go to war with his most heated rival. He said this week that he’s not interested in taking titles, he’s not interested in reputations, he is so broken, so mentally damaged, that all he wants to do is hurt Jeff X!

 

Morgan Shaw: I mean, you can understand the frustration. He didn’t get pinned at Final Destination, Jeff’s NEVER pinned Nate, and yet he gets to parade around with the Spartan Title while Nate Cage is left with nothing! I’d wanna hurt him too!

 

(The three men enter the ring and pace around like caged animals, waiting to attack.)

 

(‘Kick in the Sticks’ by Brantley Gilbert kicks in to a loud pop, as Jeff X struts down the ramp with a wide smile on his face, the Spartan Title slung over his shoulder. He’s wearing his work jeans and a white t-shirt, ready for a fight.)

 

Julianna DeMarco: Aaaand their opponents, first, from ASKIN, North Carolina...weighing in at 220 pounds...he is the OWA SPARTAN’S CHAMPION….JEFF...X!

 

(Jeff nods and spits as the fans begin chanting his name. He stands at the top of the ramp as his music fades out...The fans start to stir in anticipation…)

 

Lance Hart: We’ve been waiting for two weeks to see who he recruited...who’s he got?!

 

Morgan Shaw: Better be good…

 

(... The opening chords of “Headstrong” by Trapt ring out.)

 

Morgan Shaw: DAMMIT!

 

Lance Hart: I DON’T...CHRISTOPHER SABERTOOTH?!?

 

(Every fan in the arena leaps to their feet as the curtain flips open, revealing none other than Christopher Sabertooth. Sabertooth smiles a small smirk as he stops beside Jeff.

 

Julianna DeMarco: “AND INTRODUCING his partner! From Aberdeen, Washington...weighing in at 210 pounds...he is the LAST REAL WRESTLER...CHRISTOPHER...SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAABERTOOTH!

 

(The two look at each other and nod before bumping their fists…the music dies down...again, the fans stir in anticipation...)

 

Lance Hart: Who else?!

 

(The lights go off…)

 

(...a tattered Union Jack appears on the tron, a flag that’s engulfed in flames. The arena erupts and begins to sing along…)

 

“YOU’LL TAKE MY LIFE, BUT I’LL TAKE YOURS TOO”

 

“YOU FIRE MUSKETS, BUT I’LL RUN YOU THROUGH”

 

“SO WHEN YOU’RE WAITING FOR THE NEXT ATTACK”

 

“YOU’D BETTER STAND, THERE’S NO TURNING BACK”

 

(The lights come up to reveal Natalie Cage standing on the other side of Jeff, the OWA Women's World Championship slung over her shoulder as ‘The Trooper’ by Iron Maiden plays and the crowd erupt in cheers. She looks up at Jeff and laughs a wicked laugh as the fans somehow grow louder and sing…)

 

WOAH-OH-OH-OH-OH-OH-OH-OH-OH

 

WOAH-OH-OH-OH-OH-OH-OH-OH-OH

 

Julianna DeMarco: AND THEIR PARTNER! From Manchester, England, weighing in at 158 lbs, she is THE OWA WOMEN'S WORLD CHAMPION...THE ALPHA MALE...NATALIEEEEEE…..CAAAAAAGEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

(Jeff, Natalie, and Chris all look at each other...and take off down the ramp! All three slide into the ring at the same time, Natalie standing first...as soon as she rises, she hurls the title belt at Nate, who barely ducks out of the way…)

 

(DING DING DING!)

 

Lance Hart: AND HERE WE GO! DONNY AND NATALIE! JAMES AND SABERTOOTH! JEFF AND NATE!! Donny and Natalie lay into each other with VICIOUS elbows! James Anderson and Chris Sabertooth are chopping the life out of each other! Jeff X and Nate Cage are picking up RIGHT where they left off from their last encounter, laying in with heavyweight rights and lefts!

 

Morgan Shaw: And it’s already spilling to the outside! James and Chris have fought each other over the top rope and are laying into each other with big fists by the barricade! Natalie Cage just threw Donny Dragon over the top rope and has now made a beeline for her brother! She’s helping Jeff in beating down Nate! This isn’t fair! It’s two on one! Get the hell outta there, Nate!

 

Lance Hart: Oh, please! He’s getting LESS than what he deserves and you know it! Hold on, Donny is crawling back into the ring...Natalie none the wiser…

 

Morgan Shaw: HAHA! BRILLIANT! GENIUS! DONNY DRAGON JUST CLOCKED NATALIE CAGE WITH OWA WOMEN’S WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP! HE JUST KNOCKED HER ON HER ASS WITH HER OWN BELT! I LOVE IT! And Nate and Donny jump on top of Jeff, throwing all sorts of hands! This is what I wanna see and...where the hell did Chris come from? What happened to James? WHY’S HE ON THE TOP ROPE?!

 

Lance Hart: TORNADO DROPKICK PROPELLING CAGE AND DRAGON OUT OF THE RING! CHRISTOPHER SABERTOOTH WITH THE SAVE! Chris is checking on his teammates now, Natalie Cage is just about conscious after being assaulted with her own title, and Jeff seems to be alright as the trio look to be making an action plan of sorts here. Ground Zero are regrouping on the outside as Jeff, Chris and Natalie roll out opposite ends of the ring and eye the recuperating faction. Jeff and Natalie are near the timekeeper’s area and have two steel chairs in hand! And Chris has grabbed a kendo stick from underneath the ring! Ground Zero aren’t sticking around, the three men have hopped the barricade and are trying to exit the arena! And the crowd don’t like that one bit! They’re letting their voices be heard!

 

Morgan Shaw: That’s because they don’t understand strategy, Lance! The makeshift group are pursuing but I bet they’re about to walk right into a trap!

 

Lance Hart: That remains to be seen, as the triple header of Jeff X, Natalie Cage and Christopher Sabertooth stalk Nate Cage, Donny Dragon and James Anderson, weapons in hand...WHAT’S NATE CAGE DOING?!

 

Morgan Shaw: HAHA! I KNEW IT! THE BEST LAID PLANS! HE JUST THREW A BEER FROM A FAN INTO JEFF’S FACE! JEFF’S BEVERAGE OF CHOICE COMING BACK TO HAUNT HIM! AND NOW THE HYENAS POUNCE! NATE GRABS A CHAIR FROM A FAN AND SWATS HIS SISTER’S WEAPON OUT OF HER HAND! AND JAMES ANDERSON’S TACKLED CHRISTOPHER SABERTOOTH INTO SOME CROWD MEMBERS! THIS IS THE KINDA CHAOS THAT WE KNOW AND LOVE NATE CAGE FOR!

 

Lance Hart: I don’t know if “love” is the right term but it’s certainly effective. Donny Dragon has grabbed Jeff X and hurled him into one of our lighting rigs, Jeff’s head just bouncing off steel with prejudice! Nate’s grabbed his sister by the head and is sending knees into her face, but Natalie fights back and picks her brother up by both legs...AND RAMS HIM INTO A CONCESSIONS WORKER! POPCORN FLIES HIGH IN THE AIR! THAT POOR MAN JUST GOT CRUSHED BY THE SIBLING RIVALRY THAT WAS FORGED IN THE DEPTHS OF HELL ITSELF!

 

Morgan Shaw: Way to overreact, Lance. That might be the most action that guy’s got in months.

 

Lance Hart: Oh, will you stop!? Hold on, James Anderson has Christopher Sabertooth in a headlock And is dragging him up the stairs! Those fans are really getting their money’s worth!

 

Morgan Shaw: Donny Dragon’s eyed his partner and is rushing up the stairs to help him...but he’s tackled by Natalie Cage en route! The world champ’s hitting Donny in the face with stiff forearms as the two battle their way towards the stairs...wait, Chris has broke free of James’ grip and bounces his head off the handrail...HOLY SHIT! CHRISTOPHER SABERTOOTH JUST TOSSED JAMES ANDERSON DOWN THE STAIRS! JAMES CRASHES INTO DONNY AND NATALIE AND WIPES THE TWO OF THEM OUT!

 

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

 

Lance Hart: GOOD LORD IN HEAVEN, NATALIE AND JAMES ARE HUDDLED IN A HEAP AT THE BOTTOM OF THE STAIRS! DONNY DRAGON IS WRAPPED AROUND THE HANDRAIL LIKE A BROKEN SLINKY! Hold on...slinking through the fans like a cobra...Nate Cage is upright behind…

 

Morgan Shaw: BRASS KNUCKS TO THE BACK OF SABERTOOTH’S HEAD! WHERE DID CAGE EVEN GET THEM FROM?! CHRISTOPHER SABERTOOTH IS DRAPED OVER THE BALCONY! HE’S OUT COLD! NATE CAGE STANDS TALL, HE STANDS SUPREME AS HE BEGINS HIS DESCENT, PUNCHING OUT NATALIE CAGE ON THE WAY DOWN! OH SHIT- WHERE DID JEFF COME FROM?!

 

Lance Hart: JEFF X WITH A SPEAR TO NATE CAGE SENDING BOTH MEN CAREENING INTO THE FANS!

 

(Donny Dragon comes to and looks utterly bewildered at all the chaos surrounding him. He makes a face that can only be described as akin to Helen Keller trying to figure out what words are.)

 

Morgan Shaw: Donny Dragon seems to have zero idea what went down while he was wrapped in that guardrail, but he’s caught Jeff and Nate brawling and is trying to get involved to maybe help out. Come on, kid! Earn your paycheck! Ooft! Big elbow to Donny’s face from Jeff, that seemed almost instinctual. Jeff X really isn’t a man you wanna take from behind...uh, phrasing.

 

Lance Hart: Blood spurts out of Donny’s nose and onto the crowd members. Lucky souvenir or grounds for a lawsuit? We can only hope it’s the former.

 

Morgan Shaw: Jeff’s dragged Nate back onto the steps and is hitting him with massive European uppercuts as Nate attempts to retreat down the stairway. Jeff is refusing to let up though and has Nate on the defensive, these two men live to tear each other apart. It’s what they do. Bred for conflict, existing in hatred!

 

Lance Hart: James Anderson’s regained his footing after being hurled down the steps earlier though, and is pulling Jeff off of Nate while Donny Dragon jumps into the fray as well! Now the three men are clubbing Jeff with big shots near the exit...Natalie Cage is back up and flies in with shots of her her own! It’s just a huge brawl breaking out here and...oh my God...OH MY GOD!

 

Morgan Shaw: CHRISTOPHER SABERTOOTH DIVES OFF THE BALCONY AND TAKES OUT EVERYBODY WITH A SPLASH! OH MY GOD! HE MUST HAVE BEEN 25 FEET UP! SABERTOOTH WOKE UP AFTER THE SHOT FROM THE BRASS KNUCKS AND HAS GAINED RETRIBUTION IN THE MOST INSANE WAY POSSIBLE!

 

Fans: “HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!”

 

Lance Hart: We knew this would get nuts! We knew these guys would tear each other apart, but Christopher Sabertooth just sacrificed his very soul in the name of victory! This is a human car crash right here! Chris is scrambling up to his feet, but he took both the opposition and his own team with him. A desperation move, perhaps, but will he live to regret his decision?

 

Morgan Shaw: Well, he appears to know exactly who he wants, he’s grabbed Nate Cage by the beard and is dragging him back to the barricade! That beard took a lot of effort to grow and groom, Chris! Show some damn respect!

 

Lance Hart: I don’t think Chris cares about the quality of Nate’s facial hair right now, Cage has made a point of pissing off nearly everybody else on the OWA roster. Sabertooth’s first night back on Kingdom after being drafted was ruined by Ground Zero’s heinous assault! And now Chris clotheslines Nate over the barricade to ringside, the Devil of OWA is crawling around on the floor, seemingly helpless as Chris looks on at him.

 

Morgan Shaw: Oh man, Chris is pulling those brass knucks off of Nate’s hand and putting them on his own! I don’t like what he’s got planned here!

 

Christopher Sabertooth (w/o mic): Hit a man when his back is turned, huh?

 

Nate Cage (w/o mic): I wish you’d fallen over the side, cunt!

 

Lance Hart: AND CHRIS REIGNS DOWN HELL ON THE SKULL OF NATE CAGE! SHOT AFTER SHOT AFTER SHOT! BLOOD IS SPEWING OUT OF NATE’S HEAD! MY GOD! CHRIS! CALM DOWN! YOU’RE GONNA KILL HIM! THIS ISN’T WORTH IT! I KNOW HE’S A BASTARD BUT THINK OF THE LONG-TERM REPERCUSSIONS!

 

Morgan Shaw: Oh thank God! Natalie Cage is back at ringside and she’s stopped that maniac. I knew she still loved her brother deep down!

 

Natalie Cage (w/o mic): Let me have a go.

 

Lance Hart: NO! NATALIE’S PUT ON THE KNUCKLE DUSTERS AND IS NOW DOMING HER BROTHER! SHE MIGHT BEAT HIM INTO ANOTHER COMA LIKE SHE DID AT DIVINE RETRIBUTION!

 

Morgan Shaw: Is this madness ever gonna stop?! What the hell has Nate done to deserve any of this?! I mean, Jeff’s back now, is he gonna be the one to bring reason to the proceedings?

 

Lance Hart: Definitely not. Jeff is laughing his ass off and is pulling up the carcass of Nate Cage, dumping it into the ring. And now this trio surround the isolated leader of Ground Zero, who is barely even registering what’s going on around him right now, blood pouring out of his head profusely. He may very well have bitten off more than he can chew right here. Jeff’s taking the brass knucks and putting them on his hand, something tell me he’s gonna enjoy this…

 

Morgan Shaw: YES! DONNY DRAGON WITH A FLYING KNEE TO THE BACK OF JEFF’S HEAD! OUTTA FREAKING NOWHERE! AND JAMES ANDERSON COMES IN WITH A BICYCLE KICK TO CHRIS! THEY’RE BOTH DOWN!

 

Lance Hart: Natalie Cage goes for Donny, but he ducks- TOTAL ELIMINATION! NATALIE CAGE EATS THE LARIAT AND CHOP BLOCK COMBO! THIS ONE’S OVER!

 

Morgan Shaw: They’re not going for the cover though, their leader’s still down and they need to help him to his feet. Such loyalty. How DARE Jeff suggest that these two men are brainwashed, they simply have concern for their friend!

 

Lance Hart: Nate Cage has been helped back to his feet and is surveying the situation around him. I don’t like that smile he’s got on his face…

 

Nate Cage (w/o mic): Time...to die.

 

(The three members of Ground Zero simultaneously roll out of the ring and go underneath it. Nate pulls out a steel chair, Donny a thick, steel chain, and James a lead pipe.)

 

Morgan Shaw: This is more like it! Now they’re in their element!

 

Lance Hart: Nate directing traffic, pointing for James to be on Natalie and Donny to go back to Chris, leaving the crawling Jeff X all for him! Nate slowly circles his prey, before raising the chair high above his head...and sends it CRASHING down on the back of Jeff X!! JESUS! That sickening sound echoes through the arena and is SURE to haunt some dreams!

 

Morgan Shaw: Donny and James laugh as Jeff lies writhing in pain, and now it’s Donny’s turn, apparently...what’s this young genius got planned?

 

Lance Hart: “Young genius.” You sicken me sometimes!

 

Morgan Shaw: Oh, relax...Donny has Chris Sabertooth up on his feet...Donny, just toying with Chris, batting at his face with left jab slaps. Chris Sabertooth is on incredibly wobbly legs, but he’s still trying to get Donny!

 

Lance Hart: James and Nate laugh hysterically as Donny literally CRAWLS circles around Chris Sabertooth...this is a disgrace...Donny finally hops to his feet behind Sabertooth, who turns...STRAIGHT INTO A PIPE SHOT TO THE RIBS! GOOD LORD!! This is a MUGGING!

 

(James laughs hysterically as he high fives Donny. Nate just shakes his head and smiles, like a father watching his kids roughhouse.)

 

Lance Hart: Oh yeah. High five! Good job, Donny! Great job, James! You little weasels!

 

Morgan Shaw: Heyheyhey, Relax! It’s a No DQ match! This is all perfectly legal!

 

Lance Hart: Yeah! Like The Purge! Totally legal, but sickening, nonetheless! Oh, God, Now James is back to Natalie...that sick son of a bitch has a horrifying grin on his face as he looms over the OWA Women’s Champion...James, finally, reaches down...and is TYING his chain around the right wrist of Natalie! She swings wildly with her free hand, but James grabs it...and wraps the other half of the chain around the wrist! Good Lord, no! Natalie Cage is completely incapacitated!

 

Morgan Shaw: James pulls Natalie to her feet...looks back to Nate, who readies his chair like a bat! We’re about to see a HOME! RUN!...

 

(James whips Natalie towards Nate...Nate swings…)

 

Morgan Shaw: AND OUT OF THE PARK!! THAT CHAIR SHOT JUST KNOCKED HER HEAD CLEAN OFF!!

 

Lance Hart: This is disgusting...this is absolutely disgusting...just FINISH it!

 

Morgan Shaw: Nonono! Let this image be burned into everyone’s mind! Look at that!

 

(Nate drops the chair onto the completely unconscious Natalie, before slowly raising his right fist...the boos are off the charts as James Anderson and Donny Dragon laugh and fist bump each other...Nate looks down at the bodies at his feet…Jeff X and Sabertooth lie in fetal positions on the mat...Natalie convulses at her brothers feet...Nate smiles as he looks up to the rafters...)

 

Nate Cage (n/m): “THIS?! Is GROUND. ZER-”

 

(The lights go out…)

 

Lance Hart: What the…

 

Morgan Shaw: Why does this keep happening?!

 

Lance Hart: Did you see…who...

 

(...the arena is filled with a bright red light...a man in a white suit stands between the bodies and Ground Zero…on his face is a wolf skull mask…)

 

Lance Hart: Oh my God…

 

(The fans scream and holler as Nate stares, stricken with shock...Donny and James are in a stunned stupor…The man slowly pulls off his mask…)

 

Lance Hart: IT’S KENNY DRAKE!!

 

Morgan Shaw: WHAT?!

 

Lance Hart: KENNY DRAKE IS BACK!! KENNY DRAKE IS BACK!!

 

(The fans come unglued. Nate goes pale…)

 

Morgan Shaw: I DON’T BELIEVE WHAT I’M SEEING!! I THOUGHT HE WAS GONE FOR GOOD!!

 

Lance Hart: AND JUDGING BY THE LOOK ON HIS FACE, NATE DID, TOO!!

 

Morgan Shaw: OH SHUT UP!

 

Fans: “HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!”

 

(Kenny and Nate stand eye to quivering eye...Neither man makes a move, until Nate suddenly dives back and out of the ring, prompting Kenny to lunge after him, but is shoved back by James and Donny...Kenny steps forward...James rushes in…)

 

Lance Hart: WAIT! JEFF X...X CRUSHER TO JAMES ANDERSON!!

 

(Kenny never breaks his stare as he simply steps past the falling body of James...Donny lunges…)

 

Lance Hart: BROKEN TOOOOOOOOOOOTH KNEE STRIKE KNOCKS OUT DONNY DRAGON!!

 

(Kenny continues to stalk forward, staring straight into the eyes of the retreating and shocked Nate Cage...)

 

Lance Hart: I am BESIDE myself! I am going HOARSE!

 

(Kenny suddenly turns and picks up Donny. He hooks his head and turns again to Nate...LIFTS…)

 

Lance Hart: KILLLLLLLLLLING JOKE!!! DONNY DRAGON’S NECK WAS FOLDED IN HALF, AND BOTH HE AND JAMES ANDERSON HAVE BEEN KICKED TO THE OUTSIDE!! MY GOD IN HEAVEN, JUST LIKE THAT, THE TIDE OF WAR HAS TURNED, AND GROUND ZERO ARE ON THE RUN!!

 

(Nate stumbles and trips, never taking his eyes off Kenny. Drake stands tall in the middle of the ring, mouthing something unintelligible to himself. Natalie, Jeff, and Chris stand in the middle of the ring behind him…)

 

Lance Hart: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, ALMOST A YEAR TO THE DAY, WE END THE FIRST EPISODE OF KINGDOM SEASON TWO AS WE DID SEASON ONE, WITH KENNY FREAKIN’ DRAKE MAKING AN EMPHATIC STATEMENT!! WHAT DOES THIS MEAN FOR THE FUTURE OF KINGDOM!? WHAT DOES THIS MEAN FOR NATE CAGE AND GROUND ZERO?! FANS! WE’RE OUT OF TIME! WE’LL SEE YOU NEXT WEEK!

 

(The screen begins to fade to black…)

 

(The OWA Logo Buzzes…)