(OWA Logo Buzzes….)

(The OWA logo unexpectedly freezes and turns to static, breaking apart on the screen as it distorts into something else. The Wolvesden logo takes over the program as it gets its own production credit, flashing on the screen and being prominent much longer than the OWA logo had been.)

(Following the showing of the production logos we skip over our typical Major Event intro and instead fade into an unusual scene. Out of the building. Heaven’s Den. Front Gates. The sun is setting, covering the sky in an unsettling red hue. The main house looms prominently in the background.)

(A truck drives up and comes to a stop, causing a small dust cloud to kick up. After a few moments, the passenger door opens, and a pair of Chuck Taylor clad feet hit the ground. The door slams shut. The truck drives away. A woman stands alone at the gates of Heaven’s Den.)

(The head of a barbed wire bat hits the ground.)

(Tarah Nova stares down the dirt path leading to the house. A small smirk crosses her face as she pops a stick of gum into her mouth. She raises the barbed wire bat to her shoulder as she blows a bubble. When it pops, she starts walking.)

(CUT!...PITCH BLACK!)

(With our cold open we then transition to inside of the sold out KeyArena with a capacity crowd of 17,459 all on their feet and screaming their lungs out ready to witness a night of exciting action. Many people are in the audience with OWA merchandise on, signs held and chants at the ready giving off an enthusiastic atmosphere which is shared by our commentators, Morgan Shaw and Lance Hart, as we swing by the booth to see them clad in suits and with smiles on their faces to greet us.)

Lance Hart: IN ALL OF MY YEARS I HAVE NEVER FELT ANYTHING LIKE THIS! I CAN BARELY HEAR MYSELF SPEAK! I CAN DO NOTHING BUT AWE AT WHAT IS AROUND ME, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN THIS IS KINGDOM’S FIRST BRAND EXCLUSIVE EVENT! THIS IS….VINDICAAATTIOONNNNNN!!!!

Morgan Shaw: WE’VE BEEN WAITING ON THIS SHOW FOR WEEKS AND NOW WE’RE FINALLY HERE! IT’S PUT UP OR SHUT UP! IT’S TIME FOR OUR ROSTER TO TAKE CENTER STAGE, SHOW OFF IN THE SPOTLIGHT AND LET THE WHOLE WORLD KNOW JUST WHY WE’RE THE PREMIERE BRAND IN THE GAME!

Lance Hart: YOU’RE DAMN RIGHT MORGAN! YOU LOOK AT THE CARD FOR THIS SHOW AND YOU HAVE ONE OF THE MOST STACKED LINE UPS THE WORLD HAS EVER SEEN, A POTENTIAL SHOW OF THE YEAR CARD!

Morgan Shaw: I’ve NEVER seen us agree so much and we’re barely two or three minutes into the show! There is something for EVERYONE on this show, so much talent, so many clashings of styles. We’ve got the best up and comers in the game along with some of the most respected, established faces in wrestling wanting to work with us. Disagree? Check out our three poster boys for the show and the matches they’re in. All of them are fresh faces, homegrown guys set to go against the very best! You’ve got world class star Isaac Thornton, from movies to OWA, taking on a staple in women’s wrestling and in innovator when it comes to females in male dominated divisions. Her first Pay-Per-View match as a Kingdom star and it’s a matter of pride for both! Then you’ve got HALL OF FAMER KEVIN DEVASTATION coming out of retirement and debuting in OWA to take on El Capitan CASPIAN in a BURIED ALIVE MATCH!

Lance Hart: Don’t forget the third fresh face that was front and center on the poster. Nate Cage shows off his chops in singles action against Scott Oasis in a very personal no disqualification match. And while he’s in Seattle battling Oasis, Kenny Drake will have his hands full taking on Tarah Nova in an encounter that is being filmed from Heavens Den! We saw a few seconds of it right before we broadcasted from the arena and throughout the show you’re going to keep on getting footage of their encounter! If that doesn’t have you hooked to watch the whole show and not look away, you also have the six pack challenge set to take place - AND A MONUMENTAL MAIN EVENT! SCOTTY ADAMS! FINNEGAN WAKEFIELD! TWO OF THE BEST ALL AROUND WRESTLERS THERE IS GOING ONE ON ONE FOR THE OWA WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP! A BARN BURNER! AN INSTANT CLASSIC! THAT IS WHAT WE HAVE TO LOOK FORWARD TO!

Morgan Shaw: But why let that be the incentive? Why not hook them in from the jump! Before we delve into Kingdom events, lets have our girls get you settled in with some killer action of their own! The wrestlers and voices of Odyssey are about to take it away with their first of two special bouts presented by them! They’ve got Savannah Sunshine vs. Azumi Goto in their back pocket but before that they’re pulling out the stops with the TRIPLE THREAT MATCH!

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(We get a video package highlighting TyAnna Jupiter’s undefeated streak all the way to her championship win at Burning Sky over Sweet Roxy, to her championship celebration on Odyssey and Wolvesden’s assault on the new champion. We cut back to the arena as the crowd is ready to go for the upcoming match.)

(DING! DING! DING!)

Rebecca Sawyer: The following contest is a Triple Threat match scheduled for one fall…

Crowd: ONE FALL!!!!!!

Rebecca Sawyer: And it is for the OWA WOMEN’S CHAMPIONSHIP!!!

(The opening of ‘Pageant’ plays as Diantha Moreau appears at the top of the ramp, wearing a black and gold variant of her entrance attire. The lights briefly go down and the music stops, before ‘Switchblade’ kicks in and lights come up, drowning Diantha in red as she laughs.)

Rebecca Sawyer: Introducing the challengers. First, representing Wolvesden, weighing in at 125 lbs, “The Forgotten Senshi”...DIANTHA MOREAUUUU!!!!!!!!!!

(Diantha’s music fades out as she is surrounded by Wolvesden soldiers, decked out like a viking horde. ‘Invaders’ by Iron Maiden blasts through the PA as Natalie Cage barges through the horde, wearing a horned helmet and armour of boiled leather, her hair braided and her face covered in war paint. She pulls out two battle axes and hands one to Diantha. The two women march towards the ring with their weapons in hand and the horde following behind.)

Rebecca Sawyer: And from Manchester England, also representing Wolvesden, weighing in at 158 lbs, “The Sister of War”...NATALIE CAAAGEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ashley Walker: Well, this is technically a triple threat match but let’s be realistic, it’s a glorified handicap match that TyAnna Jupiter finds herself in here.

Gia Cervantes: I’ll say! Look at these two women! They’re channeling their inner barbarians and showing unity as they enter this triple threat match together. Natalie Cage has awoke a beast inside of Diantha Moreau, and she has morphed into one of the most dangerous women in the OWA!

Ashley Walker: And this triple threat stipulation is beneficial to the two. In theory, they only need to get TyAnna out of the ring and one could simply lie down for the other if they wanted!

Gia Cervantes: That would be a viable strategy, but these women are united by their hatred of the title being around the waist of someone other than them. You just know that they want the satisfaction of pinning the champion!

(Natalie and Diantha get into the ring, look at one another, nod, and leave through the other side. They stand at the announce table and stare down Ashley and Gia, before raising their axes and driving them into the table, leaving them there, standing.)

Ashley Walker: OH MY GOSH!

Gia Cervantes: Okay, I am NEVER going to say anything that could even be misconstrued as a negative comment about these two!

(“Chimichanga” by Kali Uchis plays to a huge ovation as the arena lights fade to black. We see the silhouette of Tomazeya Venus stand on the stage in the light of the titantron. As the beat changes in the song, the lights come on and TyAnna Jupiter steps out onto the stage with her championship belt strapped tightly around her waist. She takes the time to pose on the stage before making her way down to the ring.)

Rebecca Sawyer: And, being accompanied to the ring by Tomazeya Venus! From Philadelphia, Pennsylvania! Weighing in at 138 pounds… SHE IS THEEEEE OWA WOMEN’S CHAMPION… TTTYYYYYYAAAANNNNNAAAA JUUUUUPPPITTTTEEERRR!!!

Gia Cervantes: The Protector of Beauty! The Guardian of Love! The OWA Women’s Champion! TyAnna Jupiter has arrived here in Seattle, Washington and looks ready for her very first defence of the title!

Ashley Walker: Undefeated in singles and multi-woman matches, TyAnna Jupiter faces perhaps her biggest challenge of her young career against two individuals that just want to PUNISH this woman! Natalie and Diantha handed TyAnna her first loss here in OWA this past Saturday in tag team action, but tonight, TyAnna has a chance to get some retribution by taking these two both out and walking away still the OWA Women’s Champion!

Gia Cervantes: Very well said!

(DING! DING! DING!)

Ashley Walker: TyAnna stands in the middle of the ring, unphased by the two women standing across from her, though Natalie and Diantha don’t appear to be going in for the kill right away...wait, what?

Gia Cervantes: Natalie Cage is exiting the ring as Diantha nods in approval, they just threw away their advantage!

Ashley Walker: I think this must be the ultimate test, can Diantha put her training to good use and hold her own with the champ solo? Looks like we’ll find out as the two women lock up in the middle of the ring. TyAnna is utilising her strength advantage and pushing Diantha into the corner.

Diantha Moreau (w/o mic): Where’s my five count?!

Gia Cervantes: Moreau calls for the five count but this is triple threat rules, so there’s not really a lot the referee can do- hey!

Ashley Walker: Diantha Moreau just thumbs TyAnna Jupiter’s eye! And Natalie Cage is applauding at ring side!

Gia Cervantes: Wolvesden prioritise hurting people over technical proficiency, you should know this! And Diantha begins to club TyAnna with forearms now and backs the champ into the opposite corner as Natalie watches on.

Ashley Walker: Diantha backing up to the other corner as she charges at TyAnna full speed, looking for a big boot it would seem- but TyAnna ducks and Diantha goes flying over the top rope! Diantha Moreau looks pissed!

(TyAnna motions towards the women to bring it on, but Natalie Cage stops Diantha from getting into the ring.)

Natalie Cage (w/o mic): She’s mine.

Gia Cervantes: And now it’s Natalie Cage’s turn to step up to the champ, and she’s wasting little time! She shoots low and forces TyAnna to the ground! Natalie Cage in full mount now, reigning down hammer fists on Jupiter!

Ashley Walker: TyAnna’s got her arms up! But every shot is gonna weaken her! She needs to get out of this! Natalie now is transitioning into what looks like a heel hook, but TyAnna’s blocking with her free leg. Oh but that’s only angering Cage! She’s battering that other leg with punches now!

Gia Cervantes: TyAnna has to get them both to their feet, Natalie is just too powerful to be grounded by! Oh and a stiff kick to the face of Cage, TyAnna shoots up and Natalie runs at her...but the champ counters into a spinning scoop slam!

Ashley Walker: Cage is rolling out of the ring now to regroup with Diantha. Looks like Plan A hasn’t exactly gone the way they wanted it to!

Gia Cervantes: Don’t doubt that they’ve got Plans B, C, D and E all lined up! Natalie’s whispering into Diantha’s ear but TyAnna’s heading out! She’s learned not give Wolvesden any time to discuss things!

Ashley Walker: TyAnna barges into both women with malicious intent! This is gonna be a fight! Diantha flies back first into the steps! Natalie is leaning against the ring apron! TyAnna runs up and knees Natalie right in the jaw! Ouch!

Gia Cervantes: Natalie retreats to the inside now, scurrying into the corner it seems, TyAnna in hot pursuit, she lifts Natalie Cage up by her hair and just flings her into the middle of the ring! A receipt from last week from the OWA Women’s Champion.

Ashley Walker: TyAnna rebounding off the ropes and slides a knee right into Natalie’s temple! She wants to end this before Diantha Moreau can recover. Cover!

Elle Halen: ONNNNNNNEEEEEE!!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!

Gia Cervantes: And an authoritative kick out from Natalie Cage! No way is she going out like that! Never in a million years!

Ashley Walker: TyAnna playing to the crowd a little now, getting them amped up! She hooks Natalie up and connects with a fisherman suplex! Natalie scrambles towards the ropes to recover and is met with a dropkick for her trouble! Natalie Cage is sent clean out of the ring! TyAnna is putting on a clinic!

Gia Cervantes: Look out though, Diantha’s back in and she grabs TyAnna from behind...German suplex! She keeps the hands clasped and gets TyAnna back up...and another German! Diantha releases her hands and lets out a primal scream! A battle cry from “The Forgotten Senshi”!

Ashley Walker: TyAnna is quickly back up but eats a spinning heel kick to the face! Diantha Moreau wants what she believes is hers! She gets TyAnna up now and the two are engaged in a striking battle! Punch from Diantha! Forearm from TyAnna! Oh! TyAnna ducks under a roundhouse attempt and sweeps Diantha’s other leg! BEAUTIFUL SOULLL!!!!!!!!! THAT SHORT ARM KNEE INTO THE SAMOAN DROP! TYANNA JUPITER IS ON FIRE! She’s waiting for Diantha to get up…

Gia Cervantes: CRESCENT BEAM! SHE HIT HER FINISHER! WAIT! OH MY GOD!

Ashley Walker: NATALIE CAGE IS BACK IN THE RING AND IS SINKING HER TEETH IN TYANNA JUPITER’S NOSE! I THINK I’M GONNA BE SICK

(Natalie forces TyAnna into the corner with her teeth locked on her nose, before violently pulling away as blood gushes from TyAnna Jupiter’s face. The hard cam zooms in on Natalie, who grins as blood drips from her teeth, which are revealed to have been filed into wolf fangs.)

Gia Cervantes: Natalie Cage is certifiably insane! She’s altered her teeth into fangs and used them as a weapon on the champion! And “The Protector of Beauty’s” face is anything but beautiful right now! And Natalie leaps onto TyAnna in the corner! She’s laying in with closed fists!

Ashley Walker: Punch after punch after punch! This is like a darn horror movie! TyAnna’s lights are almost completely out! She can hardly defend herself!

(Elle Halen tries to pull Natalie away.)

Natalie (w/o mic): It’s no disqualification, you stupid cunt!

Ashley Walker: NATALIE NO! OH GOSH! SHE’S NOW BITING ELLE HALEN’S LOWER LIP! SHE’S PULLING AND TEARING AWAY AT IT AND…

(Ashley Walker goes silent as you can vaguely hear an audible gasping sound off mic after the sound of her headset is thrown to the ground. Natalie pulls away from Elle and then headbutts her full force, causing the ref to collapse to the ground. A stream of blood trickles down Natalie’s face, busting herself open from the headbutt, her smile as wide as ever.)

Gia Cervantes: I...I have no words.

Ashley Walker: Is...is it over? Please tell me it’s over?

Gia Cervantes: For Elle it is.

(Medical staff run down to the ring to check on both TyAnna and Elle Halen, as a recovering Diantha Moreau sees the commotion, Natalie stares at her.)

Natalie Cage (w/o mic): Wolves share in the blood of their prey.

(Natalie plants an aggressive kiss on Diantha, leaving the blood on both women’s lips as they enter a fit of laughter.)

Ashley Walker: I don’t even know what I’m looking at right now, what on Earth is wrong with these women?

Gia Cervantes: Man I know I’ve said on occasion that I like Natalie’s style but this...this is something else. Tomazeya Venus is in the ring and checking on Jupiter now...and oh God, Natalie and Diantha are looking right at him! Get outta there, man!

Ashley Walker: He realises what’s going on and isn’t backing down! He’s ready to fight these two as Natalie Cage squares up to Tomazeya Venus! I hope Natalie knows that he’s one of the toughest men to ever step foot into that ring!

Gia Cervantes: Ashley, he’s at least infinity years old at this point, don’t patronise these women, or you’re getting bit next!

Ashley Walker: Oh, umm, I’ll just be quiet.

(Natalie heinously kicks away Tomazeya’s cane as he falls to ground. She barks instructions to Diantha.)

Natalie Cage (w/o mic): Pull him outside, honey! We need to show him the housewares section!

(Diantha violently pulls Venus out of the ring and drags him around to the announce desk, with Natalie waiting.)

Ashley Walker: Oh, please no! Not this! Natalie and Diantha have their hands on the throat of Tomazeya Venus!

Gia Cervantes: DOUBLE CHOKESLAM THROUGH OUR DESK! GOOD GOD! HE’S A FREAKING RELIC! I’M SURPRISED HE DIDN’T TURN TO DUST!

Ashley Walker: And the ladies of Wolvesden are laughing at their handiwork! I hope you two are proud! You just put a senior citizen through a darn table! Shame on both of you!

Natalie Cage (w/o mic): Do...do you think that we can’t hear you, Ashley?

Ashley Walker: I...uhh...what now? Ach!!

(Natalie grabs Ashley Walker by the throat and smiles, brandishing her fangs, before slowly leaning in and softly whispering into the headset.)

Natalie Cage: Let’s see you run your mouth without a fucking tongue.

Gia Cervantes: TYANNA JUIPITER’S HERE! AND SHE’S GOT A STEEL CHAIR! SHE CRACKS NATALIE IN THE BACK! NOW SHE’S WAILING ON DIANTHA! TYANNA JUPITER HAS A FIRE LIT UNDERNEATH HER! BLOODY NOSE AND ALL! SHE’S NOT GONNA TAKE THIS ANYMORE! REPEATED CHAIRSHOTS TO THE SMALL OF DIANTHA’S BACK! WOLVESDEN HAVE UNLEASHED A BEAST ALL RIGHT. AND HER NAME IS TYANNA FREAKING JUPITER!

Ashley Walker (fighting back tears): I...I just want to thank TyAnna Jupiter...I...I don’t feel so good.

Gia Cervantes: Who are you? Peter Parker? We still have a match to call!

Ashley Walker: Right, yeah. Umm. Well TyAnna’s thrown the chair away now, looks like she wants to finish this fight with her fists. Diantha appears to be down so TyAnna is hurling Natalie Cage into the ring.

Gia Cervantes: Natalie is still a little worse for wear after being blindsided with that chair, triple threat rules though, anything goes! TyAnna now stalking Cage! The hunter has become the hunted! She has Natalie’s arm now...is she gonna hit it?

Ashley Walker: SUPREME THUNDER! YES! THIS ONE’S OVER!

Gia Cervantes: I wouldn’t be so certain! Elle Halen is OUT COLD after that headbutt! Look at her! She’s hardly stirring!

Ashley Walker: Can we get another official out here? Come on! TyAnna’s wrapped this up! Champ’s up to her feet now with her hands on her hips, I mean, what can she do? OH NO!

Gia Cervantes: DIANTHA MOREAU COLLAPSES THAT SAME STEEL CHAIR ONTO TYANNA JUPITER’S HEAD! AND THE CHAMP FALLS BACKWARDS THROUGH THE ROPES TO THE OUTSIDE! WOLVESDEN DO NOT FORGIVE AND THEY DO NOT FORGET!

Ashley Walker: But what now? Diantha’s waking up Natalie, but where do they go from here? They could probably finish TyAnna off between the two of them but who gets...huh?

(Diantha tries to pull Natalie towards the ropes to tell her they should pick of TyAnna, Natalie only smile at her, before gently placing her palm on her cheek, before she says something.)

Natalie Cage (w/o mic): Show me what you’ve learned.

Gia Cervantes: Well what does that mean? WAIT! NATALIE CAGE AND DIANTHA MOREAU ARE WHACKING EACH OTHER WITH FOREARMS! WHAT ON EARTH!

Ashley Walker: I guess it’s trial by combat! Natalie wants to make sure Diantha’s ready for any opponent!

Gia Cervantes: Diantha isn’t backing down either! She’s now the only one throwing shots as she’s worked Natalie down to a knee! She’s just clobbering her teacher and working over that wound that Natalie herself opened up when she headbutted Elle Halen!

Ashley Walker: Speaking of Elle, she appears to be coming to and looks totally baffled by what she’s seeing! Heck, even with context, this is a peculiar sight! Diantha’s slowing down now and oh...I think I’m gonna puke again…

(Blood is profusely flowing from Natalie’s head, but she’s still smiling.)

Natalie (w/o mic): I fucking love you, baby.

Gia Cervantes: And Diantha Moreau picks up the chair, she’s gonna take Natalie’s head off! Is this her final test?!

Ashley Walker: Diantha holds that chair high and WAIT! TYANNA JUPITER IS BEHIND HER AND GRABS THE CHAIR! BACKSTABBER WITH THE CHAIR ONTO DIANTHA’S BACK! DIANTHA MOREAU IS WRITING IN PAIN!

Gia Cervantes: And Natalie is PISSED!

(Natalie Cage has a look of both disbelief and rage on her face, she stands up and screams in TyAnna’s face, who doesn’t flinch.)

Natalie Cage (w/o mic): YOU BITCH! YOU’VE RUINED EVERYTHING!

(TyAnna Jupiter glances at Diantha and lets out a slight smirk, before throwing the chair to one side.)

TyAnna Jupiter: Let’s dance.

Gia Cervantes: AND NOW IT’S TYANNA AND NATALIE TRADING FOREARMS IN THE CENTER OF THE RING!! LEFTS AND RIGHTS THROWN BY BOTH GODDESSES! The champ has taken control now though! Each forearm sends Natalie towards the ropes and TyAnna doesn’t stop for anything! Each forearm delivered is a statement made!

Ashley Walker: TyAnna finally stops herself. She is in her element right now! She lets out a roar before sprinting towards the ropes. She rebounds back… CRESCENT BEAAAAAMMM!!! THE CLAYMORE KICK!!!

Gia Cervantes: ...NO!! NATALIE DUCKS THE ATTEMPT AS TYANNA HITS THE GROUND. TyAnna quickly scurries to her feet but receives a kick right to the midsection, bringing her down to one knee! Uh-oh! What’s Nat got in mind here?! She gets the champion into the powerbomb position. Diantha has made her way back up to a vertical basis now and Natalie looks over to her partner!

Natalie Cage (w/o mic): Get to the second rope. I’m gonna get this bitch ready… hit your Burning Moon and I’ll drop her into The Devil’s Backbone!

Ashley Walker: OH GOSH! DID YOU HEAR THAT?!

Gia Cervantes: I did! That sounds horrendously agonizing, but Diantha is complying! She wastes no time getting towards the nearest corner and perching herself up. She slowly stands up on that second rope as Natalie LIFTS TyAnna into the air!! Natalie turns around until the champion is facing Diantha! She’s in a daze! Does TyAnna even know what’s going on right now?! Diantha with evil intentions on her face leaps forward for the BURNING MOON!!! THE KNEE STRIKE!!!     

Ashley Walker: OH MY GOODNESS, WAIT! WAIT! HOW THE… OHHHHH MYYYYY GOOOOODDDD!!!

Gia Cervantes: TYANNA JUPITER AVOIDS THE KNEE STRIKE BY DELIVERING A HURRICANRANA TO NATALIE, ALMOST SPIKING HER RIGHT ON HER HEAD! DIANTHA CRASHES TO THE CANVAS AS NATALIE SLOWLY GETS TO HER FEET FOLLOWED BY THE CHAMPION!! TYANNA RUNS FORWARD TOWARDS NATALIE AGE… BANG!!! THE CRESCENT BEAM FINALLY CONNECTS!! NATALIE DROPS IN A HEAP, BUT TYANNA DOESN’T GO FOR THE COVER AS SHE SEES DIANTHA GETTING TO HER FEET NOW! TYANNA JUPITER ROLLS TOWARDS THE CORNER AS SHE LINES IT UP. DIANTHA, IN A DAZE, TURNS AROUND… CRESCENT BEAM AGAIN!!! DIANTHA HITS THE CANVAS HARD AS THE CLAYMORE KICK CONNECTS ONCE MORE! TYANNA HOOKS THE FAR LEG FOR THE COVER, HERE WE GO…

Elle Halen: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!! … TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! … THRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

(DING! DING! DING!)

(“Chimichanga” by Kali Uchis plays to a big ovation as TyAnna Jupiter sits up after the cover before rising to her feet. She immediately leaves the ring to check on her mentor, Tomazeya Venus, who is being assisted by ringside doctors by the announce table.)

Rebecca Sawyer: Here is your winner… AAAAAAAAAAAND STILL, THE OWA WOMEN’S CHAMPION… TYYYAAAANNNNNAAAA JUUUUUPPPPITTTTEERRRR!!!

Gia Cervantes: An insanely vicious Triple Threat match between these three goddesses, but at the end of it, it was the champion who came out on top! TyAnna Jupiter walked into this one with the odds clearly stacked against her, but tonight here at Vindication, she will walk OUT of Seattle with that championship still in tact!

Ashley Walker: Thankfully, Tomi Venus is sitting up against the barricade beside us as TyAnna is looking right into his eyes with her hands on his face. Tomazeya looks to be in pain, but he looks more proud of his protege for her successful defence!

Gia Cervantes: That’s a great sign to see that he’s actually doing somewhat okay. To everybody else on the card tonight, good luck following that one!

(With those comments, the screen almost immediately turns to static before cutting to black to reveal…)

—_-_W_0-L_\/—e-S-_—d—_E—n\—

+HEAVEN’S DEN+

(Tarah Nova stops at the end of the driveway, in the courtyard in front of the main house. From what has been seen of the Den, this courtyard is usually busy, or at the very least, guarded. This time, it is silent. Completely dead. Tarah scans the area. No lights are on anywhere, save for one lamppost. The sun is almost set. The sinister red hue remains.)

Tarah Nova: ...HEY!

(Nothing. Tarah looks around again, scanning for any movement at all. Nothing.)

Tarah Nova: ...KENNY FUCKIN DRAKE, GET OUT HERE!

(Nothing.)

Tarah Nova: ...THIS IS A WASTE OF TIME, YOU CHICKENSHIT!! YOU MADE ME COME ALL THE WAY HERE TO PLAY SOME STUPID GA-

(A light turns on in the top window of the big house. The sun is set. An evil darkness falls over the land. The light through the curtains cast a deep red over Tarah.)

(She shivers slightly, then steps towards the house.)

(The door creaks open, echoing through the lifeless house. Tarah steps inside. The floors creak under even her small frame. Tarah grips her bat tighter as she walks past a large maroon couch resting under a shockingly large elk skull. A stone fireplace rests against the far wall. Somewhere in a back room, a grandfather clock ticks. Tarah takes a few moments to read the room, before finally releasing her breath and loosening the grip on her bat.)

(Tarah looks around, taking in the decorations. Numerous animal skulls hang from the rafters and walls, except one wall, that has Peter Nicolai Arbo’s painting “Asgårdsreien” hanging from ceiling to floor, wall to wall. The sight unbalances Tarah for a moment, as she becomes lost in the Wild Hunt.)

Tarah Nova: ...fuck, he’s got issues…

(A red light turns on at the top of the stairs, then off. Tarah turns to it, just as the light rises again - a bit further away this time - and dims.)

(A baby wails from the top of the stairs. Not a sad or hungry cry; a terrifying, gut-folding screech of horror. The cry dies down, and immediately rises again. Louder now; terrified. Tarah races up the stairs.)

(The hallway is lined with four doors. The red light pulsates from the last door on the right. The baby shrieks again and whimpers. Another horrible wail quickens Tarah’s steps, until she is right at the door. The light pulsates like a heart beat as Tarah looks inside, to see…)

(...nothing...a stagnant rocking chair...an empty crib...an open window. A mural of wolf cubs playing in a cave and drinking from a red river adorns the far wall. Tarah shakes her head and lets out a sickened gasp...for a split second, her eyes well up in anger…)

(...until a hand emerges from the pitch black behind her...and pulls her back.)

(For a moment, Tarah is scared, but she immediately regains her bearings and whips her head back, a satisfying crunch of a nose forces a smile on her face. The assailant groans in pain as Tarah spins and leaps into the air, driving her kneecap into the point of the man’s chin. The man stumbles back, but is immediately swarmed by Tarah, who fires off lighting fast knees to the gut, before driving the butt of the bat into the man’s nose.)

Masked Man: Son of a bitch!

(Masked Man falls to the ground, clutching his face. Tarah smirks and raises the bat above her head.)

Tarah Nova: That’s no way to speak to a lady, is it?

(Tarah swings down...but the bat doesn’t follow...the masked man chuckles as he slowly backs away. Tarah whips her head around, coming face to face with a 6’3 muscle head freak of nature, wearing a leather butchers smock and red wolf mask. He grips the bat in his giant leather-clad hand and tosses it over the bannister. Tarah slowly backs away.)

Masked Man: This...is Marius. He’s from Norway, and he thinks of Guru Khan as his quote-unquote “sister.” It’s complicated and long...but he...does not like you...at all. Not after what you did to Guru’s wedding photos...

(The masked man removes his mask...J.D. Damon.)

J.D. Damon: That was a pretty big deal around here...not gonna lie...

(“Marius” snarls...and grabs Tarah by the arms, picking her up like a rag doll. Tarah struggles, but Marius drives his head into her skull. Tarah goes limp for a brief second, causing Marius to toss her to the ground, before driving the heel of his boot into her lower back. Tarah tries to scream in pain, but all the wind rushes out like a tempest. Marius kneels down and grabs Tarah by the collar of her jacket, again lifting her like she’s a stuffed toy. He rears back his fist...)

J.D. Damon: Marius...enough...this is Kenny’s night, remember?

(J.D. stalks forward, staring at Tarah as her eyes begin to flutter back to consciousness.)

J.D. Damon: ...Well...maybe a few more shots…

(A shit eating grin crosses J.D.’s face as gets within inches of the wheezing Tarah Nova...and gets pulled in for a headbutt. J.D. stumbles back, again clutching at his nose.)

J.D. Damon: GOD DAMMIT!

(Marius is stunned. Tarah uses the split second she has to swing her right leg back, and forward like a whip...straight into the groin of Marius. The massive Norseman drops Tarah and falls to a knee, giving Tarah the opportunity to spin his mask around.)

(Tarah turns, grabs J.D. by the shirt collar, and swings him back towards Marius like a battering ram. The force knocks Marius back and through the bannister, sending all three plummeting back down to the first floor. Marius lands first, with J.D. landing on him, and Tarah landing on them both. The Norwegian is out cold. J.D. Damon wheezes as Tarah slowly pushes herself up.)

Tarah Nova: ...you...always were...a dick…

(Tarah stands, groaning in pain as she does, before making her way out through the kitchen door and out of the house, further into Heaven’s Den.)

(CUT TO BLACK!)

(As the footage ends we return to ringside. The camera pans around ringside to Jon McAdams who is seated front row in the crowd. He has a stern look on his face as the people cheer for him.)

Lance Hart: And a familiar face finally fills his seat! McAdams may not be on the card tonight but he made sure to catch the action from the best seats possible.

Morgan Shaw: He very well could have been a part of the Six Pack challenge for an opportunity to face the OWA Spartan’s Champion but McAdams was not having any of it. He said it himself, now that he is back in his groove he knows his worth and he knows what he wants. He will only participate in a match if it has a World Championship implication.

Lance Hart: I’m sure he’ll be watching the main event match tonight very closely to see who comes out the winner! But though he passed on the six pack challenge himself I’m sure he’s at least curious to see who will get the win in that match, something he’ll find out with us in just a moment because COMING AT US NEXT:

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(DING DING DING)

Julianna DeMarco: The following match is a SIX PACK CHALLENGE and it is for the number one contendership to the Spartan's championship.

(The crowd lets out a cheer, as the cameras pan around, capturing some of the signs supporting the likes of Layne Kurobane and Kai Stevens. It is then, that "White Knuckles" begins to blare out of the PA system; Kai makes his way onto the stage, scouring the crowd. Focus running through his veins as he makes his way towards the ring.)

Julianna DeMarco: Introducing first --- From Long Island, New York --- weighing in at 227 pounds --- he is "A MAN POSSESSED" KAI STEVENS!!!

Lance Hart: One of many people's favourites to win this bout, Kai has all the tools in the ring. He can strike with the best of them, he can scrap and he has the technique to tie it all together.

Morgan Shaw: He is also *my* pick to win tonight's match. He does hold the win over Monolith already and has shown just why he deserves to be mentioned with the true elite here, in just a short time. He has everything you could want from a champion.

(The strains of 'Hell Broke Luce' come out of the PA System, as the man who is commonly known as the 'Jester faced assassin' makes his way atop the ramp. His smile aloof, he simply stares out at Kai, processing the methodology he intends to use in tonight's encounter.)

Julianna DeMarco: And his opponent --- from Louisville, Kentucky --- Weighing in at 225 pounds --- he is "THE JESTER FACED ASSASSIN" JAX WYLDE.

Lance Hart: A man who has been on the road to redemption after his first stint in OWA didn't work out, Jax is probably the most unpredictable people in tonight's match. Yet don't let that fool you, the man is a threat in that ring.

Morgan Shaw: At least it's working out better for him *this* go around. Because he needs to harbour that unpredictability and find a way to channel it if he desires the victory here tonight. Hopefully he can find a way to put it all together and validate himself in the eyes of the fans.

( “Kick It In The Sticks” by Brantley Gilbert starts blaring over the speakers as the audience erupts to a chorus of cheers.  Jeff X appears on the stage popping his knuckles and looking out at the crowd. He makes his way down to ring with a purpose and slides in under the bottom rope.)

Julianna DeMarco: Their opponent --- From Askin, North Carolina --- Weighing in at 237 pounds --- He is JEFF X!!!

Lance Hart: One of the men who has captured the fans attention from the moment he set foot in here - Jeff has the burning passion inside of him to walk out as the next challenger for the crown.

Morgan Shaw: And the credentials in the ring to do it as well. He might be a rugged brawler, but that just means he has the toughness. The resilience to know what is needed when the going gets tough.

(The lights in the arena all go out, leaving everything in absolute darkness as the opening parts of "Murder" plays over the arena loudspeakers.  As the song intensifies, a red shade of light illuminates the ring, ramp, and stage. Smoke begins to flow throughout, and suddenly Jack appears from the smoke as if he is rising from Hell itself.  As he slowly makes his way down to the ring, he clutches a bloody cleaver, swinging it around wildly as if at phantom victims.)

Julianna DeMarco: Their Opponent --- From The Whitechapel District of London, England --- Weighing in at 241 pounds --- He is JACK THE RIPPER!!!

Lance Hart: (shivers down his spine) The most sadistic man on the roster right now, Jack proved his worth when he picked up the win against Mace last week. Tonight, is a whole different story however and he knows that he is going to have to dig into that twisted mind of his in order to find a way to pull out the win.

Morgan Shaw: It'd be a huge feather in his cap and he knows that a match like this, plays *right* into his hands as well. He can use anything he desires to inflict pain and suffering upon his foes.

(The Strains of 'Back in Black' begin to blast over the PA System, as the Goose makes his way out onto the stage. A broad smile across his face as he looks out to the crowd and the competitors inside of the ring.)

Julianna DeMarco: Their Opponent --- From Austin, Texas --- Weighing in at 250 pounds --- He is "THE GREAT ONE" THE GOOSE!!!

Lance Hart: THE GOOSE IS LOOSE! Just listen to the electricity in the air tonight. They know that The Goose is just as good as anyone in the ring. Plus, he holds a win over Monolith, so if anyone has a claim to stake in this match - it's him.

Morgan Shaw: First of all, that catchphrase is the worst thing I have heard since O.J Simpson. Stop with that shit to be honest. It grates on the ears and makes me cringe every time for squeal it. Second, even though I'm not sold on the guy: he has every right to be here, though I don't know if he has it in him to win. I'd be happy to see him prove me wrong and win tonight though.

('Stormbringer' begins to blare out of the PA system, as Layne Kurobane makes his way out onto the stage. Absorbing the fans cheers and pointing out to them before turning his attention to the other participants in the ring.)

Julianna DeMarco: And their opponent --- From Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania --- Weighing in at 203 pounds --- He is "THE STORMBRINGER" LAYNE KUROBANE!!!

Lance Hart: This man is one of the most complete wrestlers in this match. No, in the industry today. He took Monolith to his absolute limit in their previous match up; knows deep down inside of himself, that he *can* take the strap the next time the two of them set foot in the ring.

Morgan Shaw: He was inches away last time. Tonight to him, signals an intent to make sure that next time he faces Monolith, he gets the job done. I think he can. He is my other pick to win here, after all.

(DING DING DING)

Lance Hart: As soon as all the bell rings, all six men break off into groups of two: Jeff X and Layne Kurobane in the far upper right hand corner of the ring, Jack The Ripper and Jax Wylde in the far lower right hand corner of the ring and Kai Stevens and The Goose in the centre. Each of them trading blows with one another - knowing full well, just what is at stake in tonight's encounter. The right to go one on one with Monolith, with the Spartan's championship as the prize.

Morgan Shaw: Although in recent times, it may appear that the belt has lost some of the prestige that it had in the past, it is still a moment that is bound to elevate one of these guys. Give them shine that they may not have otherwise have been able to access, *however* they still have to navigate their way through tonight's encounter first and foremost.

Lance Hart: Yep and any lapse, *will* be punished. Especially in a match like this, where anything goes and any one of these six just needs one singular moment to fall their way in order to walk out with the win.

Morgan Shaw: No shit, Sherlock. That's kind of the point of this match after all. It's to see which one of these six is willing to dig that extra portion inside of themselves; prove that they *are* worthy of the opportunity to call themselves a Spartan. A warrior, worthy of standing up to the monster simply known as Monolith.

Lance Hart: I can't disagree with you there - and OOH, Kai has just delivered a beautiful belly to belly to a rebounding Goose, who had been looking for a running clothesline to continue the momentum he had acquired whilst we were bickering. Just as in the battle between Jeff and Layne, it appears that Layne has acquired control of that, laying into X in the corner with a combination of jabs and elbows, keeping him off balance and in a defensive stance. Much like Jax has done to Jack in the other corner battle.

Morgan Shaw: One that is able to take a shift, as Jax clasps Jack by his right wrist; Irish whips him across the ring - narrowly avoiding the rebounding Kai. Who then leaps into the air; comes down straight onto the centre of The Goose's chest with a knee drop, just as Jack returns to Jax, before being lifted into the air for a back body drop.

Lance Hart: NO! Jack is able to hook his right arm around Jax's head as he reaches the apex; sling his momentum back downwards so that he can crash Wylde's head into the mat with a DDT. The impact almost enough to give him a concussion.

Morgan Shaw: Potentially, but I'm sure Jax has been dropped on his head enough times to have hardened it for situations like this.

Lance Hart: Hey, no need to be so harsh, Morgan.

Morgan Shaw: It's *not* being harsh if it's the truth.

Lance Hart: Agree to disagree there. Anyway, Layne has now come out of the corner, and is now glaring right at Kai, who has taken a 'ground and pound' approach to wearing down the Goose. Not enabling him to even acquire a slight window in order to work his way into this bout; allow his high energy offence to shine.

Morgan Shaw: As he shouldn't. The Goose is simply a clown, who tries to claim he's this top renowned wrestler.

Lance Hart: Well, like I said he *does* hold a victory over Monolith and we have seen him be pretty damn impressive in the ring. Plus, the fans love him.

Morgan Shaw: Pfft, he has a notch under his belt. So does Kai. In fact, Kai has beaten *both* Spartan's champions whilst being here, yet still hasn't received the acclaim he deserves.

Lance Hart: That's why he's here tonight. So that he can earn that acclaim. So that he can show the world just why he is the one to stand up to Monolith. Meanwhile, Layne, who had just dropped Jeff X back to the mat with a dropkick, causing Jeff to roll out of the ring for the time being, makes his way over to where Jax and Jack had been continuing their back and forth exchange; interrupts the two of them with a flying knee strike to the left hand side of Jax's temple. Causing him to stagger; fall right into a Snap suplex by Jack.

Morgan Shaw: Inadvertent teamwork there, but Layne's not gonna let Jack have any time to feed off it, as he tosses him out of the ring with a military press drop, before moving back to Jax; placing him into a seated position - so that he can LEVEL him with a buzzsaw style kick to the right hand side of his temple.

Lance Hart: WOAH, did you just see that from Kai? WHAT A SUICIDE DIVE TO THE OUTSIDE onto Jack there as he was stirring; working his way back to his feet.

Morgan Shaw: Not surprised. Kai knows what this opportunity would mean to him; is willing to leave no doubt in anybody's mind that he is the one that is going to be walking out with the win tonight.

Lance Hart: He's definitely doing just that. Just as Jeff is doing now, as he slides back into the ring - chair in hand and waiting for the Goose to turn around; stop posing. As he does so, BANG, shot right to the cranium.

Morgan Shaw: That'll scramble his brains - well, more than they likely already are.

Lance Hart: A second shot follows, this time to Goose's ribs as he recoils, the pain shooting up and down his body as Jeff simply looks down. Knowing that this is the best means he has to release the stress. The frustration that had been building inside of him from the impact of Hurricane Florence to his home among others in the Carolinas.

Morgan Shaw: Being real: It's amazing that he even came tonight - as much as I like to trash talk competitors, I can't envision myself being able to shift gears and focus on wrestling when something like that has hit close to home. Kudos to him for pushing that aside and focusing on the task at hand.

Lance Hart: I agree wholeheartedly with you there, Morgan. It's about more than just wrestling in moments like this for Jeff; it's good to see him using this as a way to simply unwind and let the stress flow free. Letting his emotions flow through his actions. Just like he does there with that bone jarring Ganso bomb to The Goose in the dead centre of the ring. Causing Goose to once again convulse.

Morgan Shaw: Goose being Goose - a punching bag.

Lance Hart: I wouldn't say that, but he really hasn't gotten going in this bout, aside from a few early shots on Kai.

Morgan Shaw: It's to be expected - when people take him seriously, he gets found out. We're seeing it here live tonight.

Lance Hart: (Rolling his eyes) What's with your hate on the Goose? The man knows how to generate interest and back up his words in the ring.

Morgan Shaw: He isn't doing a good job of that tonight.

Lance Hart: (Sigh) Perhaps not now, but you know that he is able to get 'hot' and return with a flurry at a moment's notice. Anyway, outside of the ring, Kai has just whipped Jack into the security barricade and is charging at him with a knee strike - but wait, Jack has *just* enough awareness to be able to pivot his body to the right; cause Kai to slam right into the barricade knee first. A yelp of agony and pain arising upon impact. Something, that Jack takes advantage of with a chop block right to the right knee, causing Kai to fall atop the matting; leaving him prone to the mudhole stomp that follows.

Morgan Shaw: On the other side of the floor, my *other* pick for tonight's encounter, Kurobane has just DROPPED Wylde spine first onto the steel steps with a scoop slam, causing his back to arch in agony, as the pain continues shooting throughout him.

Lance Hart: Though Layne himself feels a sharp pain in his ribs - the result of an earlier attempt of a stinger splash in the corner being avoided by Jax.

Morgan Shaw: Luckily so, yet it only served to halt, rather than turn the momentum that Layne had, evidenced ever so clearly by it being Layne who is on top right now.

Lance Hart: Back in the ring, Jeff has lifted The Goose back to his feet; is looking to hoist him up and over for a suplex, though the Goose is savvy enough to know how to hook his leg with Jeff's. Prevent him from being able to complete the manoeuvre.

Morgan Shaw: Now, can he turn it into something for himself?

Lance Hart: Trying again, the same result occurs, as The Goose drives three elbows into the side of Jeff's temple, before kicking his calf; using the momentum to carry him forward into a reverse STO.

Morgan Shaw: There ya go Goose, something to show us what you're capable of with now.

Lance Hart: I'm sure he will, and this *does* give him time to recuperate and map out another course of attack. A means, to acquire the victory in this bout.

Morgan Shaw: Unlikely, but I'll give you that. He won't have long, however, as Jack The Ripper has rolled into the ring, having dispatched Kai with a swinging neckbreaker onto the ringside concrete; has his eyes set on picking on the scraps laid before him in the ring.

Lance Hart: We know he's a man who lusts for bloodshed and to pick apart his opponent - something that a setting like this provides. Especially when they are as vulnerable as Jeff and Goose are right now.

Morgan Shaw: He's a vulture and I love it. You have to be opportunistic in a match like this - especially when the odds were only one-sixth of you winning in the first place.

Lance Hart: Looks like he is targeting Jeff, who is slightly beginning to stir from the STO's impact, only to find himself looking back up at the lights courtesy of a low dropkick to the head as he had sat up. Jack then leaps into the air; crashes right down atop the abdomen of Jeff with an elbow. A second elbow drop follows, before Goose creeps up behind Jack; hooks his arms in a Full Nelson and lifts him into the air - dropping him onto his knee for a backbreaker, then allowing him to drop to the ground, so that he can deliver a fist drop right to the small of his back.

Morgan Shaw: Goose actually starting to find his rhythm. I'll admit that *maybe* I was a little harsh on him earlier, but the man still needs to focus more on the match than being in the limelight.

Lance Hart: (Sighing) It's always backhanded with you, isn't it?

Morgan Shaw: (Sharply, rolling his eyes) Hey, just calling things as I see them. Whatever.

Lance Hart: Regardless, The Goose then rolls Jack onto his back and goes for the first pin of this bout.

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Morgan Shaw: Come on Jack. Kick Out.

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Lance Hart: Not quite yet, as Jeff is able to push himself up; deliver an axe handle to Goose's spine in order to break up the count. He isn't willing to let this match end this early.

Morgan Shaw: Of course he isn't. It'd be stupid of him to just let the pin go without even attempting to stop it.

Lance Hart: Oh, I know that.

Morgan Shaw: Then why point it out?

Lance Hart: (Sigh) Moving back to the action, Kai has now joined the party in the ring; has his sights set on Jeff X this time, allowing Goose and Jack to continue their tussle. He wants "revenge" for their triple threat a few weeks ago, where Jeff took advantage of the situation to 'steal' a win Kai thought was his.

Morgan Shaw: That's wrestling though, but yeah. I agree fully that would still be lingering in Kai's mind. As it *should* be as well.

Lance Hart: Regardless, Kai nails the rising Jeff with a back spinning heel kick to the skull, knocking him back down; causing him to slightly become light headed whilst Kai pushes himself back to his feet, this time leaping into the air and landing straight atop Jeff's chest with a double foot stomp. Causing mucus and spittle to fly into the air as Jeff sputters upon impact, the wind expelling itself from his lungs.

Morgan Shaw: Using him as his own trampoline and to send a statement that if anyone wants to win this match, they have to go through him in order to do so.

Lance Hart: On the outside of the ring however, Jax is able to send Layne crashing Shoulder and chest first into the steel steps with an Irish whip, having gained the ascent in their exchange via an earlier snap suplex to the floor. He then charges towards Layne; delivering a SICKENING big boot to the back of his head. Driving his face against the unforgiving steel of the steps.

Morgan Shaw: Jax showing us all why he's one of the most unhinged people on the roster. He doesn't care about making his opponents feel pain. A mentality, that you need in this cut-throat industry.

Lance Hart: Lifting Layne up, he drives him spine first into the apron with a powerslam, causing a SCREAM of agony to escape from Kurobane's lips, whilst Wylde simply laughs. Knowing that right now, he has Layne right where he wants him. Smirking, he simply grinds the heel of his boot against Layne's throat. Almost in a mocking manner.

Morgan Shaw: Who can blame him? He thrives off seeing his opponents suffer. Watching them squirm, helpless to stop the onslaught that he has provided them.

Lance Hart: Isn't Layne your pick to win though? I thought you wouldn't like seeing him be in this sort of state.

Morgan Shaw: (gently laughing) He still is, but that doesn't mean I won't appreciate the work Jax has done. The fact that right now, he has been able to subside Layne; keep him grounded.

Lance Hart: It's nice to see you being unbiased for once, I have to admit. Inside the ring however, Jack has managed to apply a side headlock to the Goose; is using this in order to control the tempo. A tempo, that had picked up when Goose was able to string together a sequence including a drop kick and a deadlift German that caused Jack to roll towards the ropes.

Morgan Shaw: He's smart. As much as I don't like the guy - Goose is a threat if you allow him to pick up the pace of the match. Wear him down and he becomes a lot less effective in being able to win.

Lance Hart: Nice to see you being unbiased for once, but either way: Kai has now leapt into the air; DRIVING his feet straight into the chest of Jeff with a double foot stomp, causing a blend of mucus and spittle to fly into the air as air expels itself from X's lungs.

Morgan Shaw: Kai using him as his own trampoline and as a vehicle to hammer home the point that if *anyone* wishes to claim the victory in this bout, they *must* go through him.

Lance Hart: Right now, he looks in the position to do so, I must admit. Lifting Jeff up, he rests him on his shoulders, balancing him as he rolls through with a rolling Samoan drop, before falling backwards into the pin attempt.

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Lance Hart: Could this be it? Could Kai be the one to face Monolith?

Morgan Shaw: Don't be naive. I *know* the others aren't gonna let the match end right now. Not if they're smart.

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Lance Hart: Jack finally relents on his side headlock and begins to progress towards the pin, with the hopes of breaking it up.

Morgan Shaw: As he should. Took him long enough, anyways.

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Lance Hart: He won't be needed however, as Jeff is able to raise his left shoulder about two inches off the canvas - much to Kai's frustration.

Morgan Shaw: I'd be annoyed too, but he knows that in a match like this, people are going to dig deeper than they otherwise would. He *needs* to make sure this doesn't divert his focus from the task at hand.

Lance Hart: It looks like he understands, as he hoists Jeff up to his feet, acquiring a waist lock as he looks to deliver a belly-to-belly suplex. Jeff is remaining steadfast here though, wrapping his own arms around Kai in a hold much akin to a bearhug. Looking to squeeze the life out of him. Wear him down so that he can open up a window of opportunity to counter attack.

Morgan Shaw: As long as he himself isn't worn down, that is. Yes, he's driven by emotion and wanting to let everything rise from the surface but he has taken a beating. He *has* been brutalised in this bout.

Lance Hart: He also knows how important a match like this is however, so I doubt his own pain is lingering on his mind right now. On the outside of the ring, Layne is carefully walking the 'tightrope' that is the ringside barricade, the intent being to deliver a diving elbow drop to the downed Jax. Leaping off, he pivots his body and drives his elbow downwards - only to feel a shooting pain down his arm when Jax rolled to his left; out of the way of the impending elbow.

Morgan Shaw: You crash; you burn. Layne should know that by now.

(Panning upwards at this point, the cameras catch a glimpse of a throne positioned within the rafters. Sitting atop that throne, is none other than the Spartan's champion himself. The monster who simply goes by Monolith).

Lance Hart: There he is. The champion, scouting his competition. Making sure that he has ideas; schemes formulated. No matter who wins tonight's affair.

Morgan Shaw: As he should - he isn't champion for no reason. After all, he *did* take the belt from one of the greatest masterminds in wrestling today, Scotty. He has that same analytical aspect to him.

Lance Hart: He needs it, too. Each of these men are going to do whatever it takes to acquire the victory - HOLD UP. ROLL UP BY JACK TO THE GOOSE. Goose had turned his attention to Kai and had just laid him out with a combination of a knee to the stomach and a DDT to spike his head into the canvas, but as soon as he stood back up, Jack flipped him up and over onto his shoulders.

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Morgan Shaw: Goose let his attention slip for just a second and is now paying for it. Jack's merely being opportunistic.

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Lance Hart: NOT THIS WAY! COME ON GOOSE!

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Morgan Shaw: DAMNIT! Goose kicks his legs upwards, thrusting Jack off him and breaking the pinfall. Good move, but that should teach him *not* to forget about the others in this match.

Lance Hart: Especially those who thrive of striking the unaware.

Morgan Shaw: Can you blame him? It's what they're taught to do. Seize *every* opportunity that presents itself.

Lance Hart: (nodding, gently sighing) I'll give that point to you. It also appears that Jeff has risen; is know laying into Kai with stomps, having taken him down to the mat with a clothesline just a moment prior.

Morgan Shaw: There's that resiliency that he's known for coming out.

Lance Hart: Also, Jax Wylde has rolled back into the ring, having left Layne sprawled out on the floor with a belly-to-back suplex; now simply shoots an unhinged look in the direction of Jack. Wanting to make *him* the next victim of his onslaught.

Morgan Shaw:  I mean, he *did* tussle with him earlier, before Layne interjected himself - so it makes sense that he would want to 'finish' that business. Jack however, seems to have *other* intentions, as he rolls out of the ring. Right as Layne is beginning to stir on the outside. Jax simply shakes his head.

Jax: (w/out mic) F*cking coward.