Post by Admin on Feb 22, 2022 5:03:11 GMT
The camera pans over the packed crowd of the Sports and Entertainment Arena in Washington DC as "Seek and Destroy" continues to blare, barely audible among the cheers of the raucous capacity crowd! The camera focuses on a few fans and the signs they've brought along with them!
"KYLE RETWEET ME"
"WENDIGO BIT ME"
"#DICKSOUTFORDIONYSUS"
"THE GUY BEHIND ME CANT SEE"
"DONNY "ISNT EVEN A STONE" MASON RULES!!"
"VILARO FITNESS MADE ME FATTER"
"WENDIGO BIT ME"
"#DICKSOUTFORDIONYSUS"
"THE GUY BEHIND ME CANT SEE"
"DONNY "ISNT EVEN A STONE" MASON RULES!!"
"VILARO FITNESS MADE ME FATTER"
Will Ashford: It's a Thursday! Time for a power trip, Ladies, Gentlemen and Non-Binary Beings of the Earth!!
Chet Morley: And This is the first official night of our PATH TO POWER tournament!! Sixteen teams begin and at the end of the night we will be down to eight!
Will Ashford: And the team that wins it all will go on to main event ABSOLUTION: THE PRICE OF POWER! LIVE ON PAY PER VIEW MARCH THE TWENTY FORTH!!
Chet Morley: Leave it to the hype men, Billy. Besides, I think these folks have heard enough of us. Lets head down to the ring for our first match of the night!!
The camera opens with a sweeping shot of a large warehouse space decked with all manner of workout equipment, weights and several sprawling American ninja warrior runs. This is the place commonly referred to as “The compound” by Effy’s students, although FM tends to acknowledge that through ‘don’t make it sound like a lead cult.’ gritted teeth. At the center of this space is a hexagonal wrestling ring, two several people, one of them Helena Handbasket, leaping around the space, practicing wrestling holds and throws and possibly team work. Knowing Helena, probably being tossed at a wall.
Around the ring, FM Young lounges in a hammock hung in the space, one leg kicked over the side, sitting up talking to Risa Saito-Jackson, now in her new Cosmic Sawn mask.
FM Young: That looks pretty damn good. I like it. I think it fits very well.
Risa smiles, adjusting the straps a bit. She's sitting on the floor, looking up at FM, as she begins to speak.
Risa Saito-Jackson: Thanks Mama! If I'm bein' honest? It just feels right to be under a mask again, ya know?
The minuscule Asian woman grins, patting FM on the thigh. She turns toward the ring, nodding toward Helena.
Risa Saito-Jackson: Want me to hop in there? Give her a workout?
FM Young: I can tell, you look and sound happier than you have been. Makes me breathe a little easier you know.
FM popped her neck and adjusts so she more hanging out of the hammock, she shrugs.
FM Young: Huh? Oh, naw. She’s getting some work in with that partner she got stuck with for the APWO tournament. I got lucky with Kitty, I dig her at least…As weird as all that is getting. I swear to god, Tiggy, if a Wendigo winds up in my warehouse. I’m letting Alma eat it.
A stunning woman enters the room, carrying a tray with a bottle and several glasses. She grins, offering it first to Risa, who shakes her head with a smile.
Alma Vetinari: Wendigo, was it? No, Lex. I'm not exactly a fan of cold meals.
Risa giggles as Alma makes her way over to the ring, clearing her throat to get the attention of those inside it.
FM Young: Well, I’m not gonna eat it.
Helena Handbasket *All the way from the ring. Stopping what she’s doing mid bounce through the air to land on her feet and shout.*: PHRASING!
FM Young: Also, also, I don’t want it in my *house.* That’s not exactly easy to get rid of.
Risa Saito-Jackson: The heck is a Windy glow? Oh! The tournament! Yeah. I was a little bummed I didn't get in, but I mean I got a title shot instead? I'm rooting for you though!
FM Young: Odd-numbered sign-ups, so it happens. I’m sorry you didn’t get into it, a bit relieved, but sorry. Hey if I win, you can be part of my pack?
Risa's eyes light up, her entire face involved in the smile.
Risa Saito-Jackson: Oooh! You promise?!
FM Young: Yeah, of course.
Helena stops her training, and ducks out through the ring, grabbing the drink offered by Alma, this is just a water. Alma hands off more to the two folks remaining in the ring, Nadia Eriksson and Romeo De La Rocha.
Helena Handbasket: Wendigo isn’t bad, you know, for a nightmare monstrosity who’s probably more than a little angry at me.
Helena shrugged and took the cap off of her water, there’s a crash behind and Helena sighs.
Helena Handbasket: Nadia, my posh pop pain in the ass, please don’t break the boy, I need that Rocko the life-sized underwear model intact thanks.
Nadia just shrugs and De La Rocha goes to say something but FM interjects.
FM Young: She knows that’s not your name, she’s just winding you up.
Nadia snarls waving her opponent to continue. Risa watches the blonde woman in the ring for a moment.
Risa Saito-Jackson: So you're letting her train here even if she's gonna be your opponent?
The Diminutive Dynamo walks over to Helena, all five feet, one inch of her, looking the woman over.
Risa Saito-Jackson: You know my mom and that Kitten lady are gonna win, right?
FM shrugs and finally stands up to her own much more impressive full height of just past 6’ before stretching and making herself look even bigger.
FM Young: It’s not really a bother, Kitty’s good to go, she’s more raring to fight than I am and despite her recent descent into madness, the hinges still seem to be on. So I’m going to trust that.
Helena Handbasket: Listen, you guys think I’m stuck with a handicap, but Romeo’s good people. I kid him, but I kid everyone. I literally kidded my way into and out of a mirror dimension and survived a fight with a certain now angry nightmare monster…ASIDE from that? Ya ain’t winnin.
Helena looks at Risa, crosses her arms and puffs herself up.
Helena: I’m not just gonna lay down and bow out. I know Effy would almost expect it by now, but I’ve never been any kinda singles champion-
FM Young: Saves the speeches, it’s that way because you fuck around so much. Not even literally which you also do. But you just like…Flop and flip your way through life. Nobody’s gonna yeet you to a victory Hel.
Helena moves around Risa, slipping through, to get into Alexa’s face. Well, to attempt too, Helena Handbasket isn’t much bigger than Risa to begin with and to get near the Amazon Tiger’s face, she’s got to hop herself up on one of the machines.
Helena Handbasket: That’s just because you think nobody works as hard as you, nobody can handle as much as you. You couldn’t live without some kind of abstract pressure, right? Don’t answer it wasn’t a question. Ya absolutely can’t, you fall apart the second no one’s expecting anything from-
FM holds up a hand and takes a deep breath, as well as a short step back, obviously resisting some kind of urge to throttle the small blond. Not the first person to do so probably even that day, no where near the last.
FM Young: You, lady chronically irresponsible, hanging around and just expecting the other students in your group to throw you a bone. Because you don’t want to work. You’re on my case? You’ve never held a single’s title because you don’t take anything seriously enough to get anywhere. Stop wasting my time and fuck off back to Knox. He can deal with you for like a week.
Nadia Erikssen: You heard my Mom. Get yer shit and fuckin' go.
The young blonde woman, biological daughter of FM Young, doesn't meet her mother in size, but more than makes up for it in presence. She bares her teeth, a snarl on her lip.
Nadia Erikssen: Get. Out.
Helena kinda of looks at Nadia and ignores her entirely after that, obviously getting into the bigger woman’s space, again having to hop along the equipment but the blonde makes it look easy enough with her excess of agility, moving from one machine to the other in a short leap.
Helena Handbasket: That’s rich, you know? Maybe I’ve started actually trying, maybe Knox believes in me, but you always expect to win because all you do when you do is fuckin’ mope.
FM Young: And you take off. So we’re even.
Helena Handbasket: Ya treat everyone else’s career here like it’s expendable in favor of yer own, and yeah maybe that’s what this ‘ere tournament wants. I can’t do that, but I can work with Romeo, and I can fight. I’m gonna make it further than you, an all that. Why? Because what I got is a fuck ton of anger right now an I’mma use it.
Nadia does to move, but Risa shakes her head, looking up at Helena.
Risa Saito-Jackson: You're making a mistake, Helena. A big one. You don't know my Mama like I do. Like the rest of the people here do…
Helena Handbasket: HER SISTER’S BEEN MARRIED TA ME BRUV FOR YEARS! You don’t know her! Ya stand there wanting to come have a go at me? You even know what you did. What a bloody mess all of that was.
About this time, the conversation breaks down into a struggle, with Helena nor FM sure who really started and to be honest neither will probably care in the end, but things break down to the point that the woman from before, Alma, sticks her head back in the room.
Alma Vetinari: Everyone STOP!
Just like that, everyone does stop. It’s a sort of mismatched cartoon pile up with the dust still fading and little animated birds twittering around someone’s head. Even Romeo had gotten involved, attempting to come to his new friend’s aid in the fray. For a moment one might even swear on the appearance of various hands and feet through the cloud of dust. Now it’s settled, Alma smiles and nods.
Alma Vetinari: Alright, all of you now, Risa, Lex, Nadia, time for dinner. Helena, I’m sure this is just a boiling point, I’ll talk to you after the match tomorrow. But for now, please just go. Everyone keep the peace.
Everyone moves off as their told, with Effy slinging an arm around Nadia, muttering “Thank you,” as Helena limps off with Romeo, who for his part just looks utterly confused as they leave.
Myra Rivers is in full ring gear, stretching and preparing for the match, earbuds in her ears pumping music to get herself mentally prepared for the match to come. Unnoticed by her, the locker room door opens and in comes Molly Hatchet, also geared up and ready to go. With an impish grin, she sneaks up behind Myra, only to grab her head putting hands in front of her eyes.
Molly: PEEKABOO!!!!
Myra jumps a bit, grabbing Molly’s wrists and flipping her over her shoulder. The Ginger Ninja expects it, flipping with her throw and landing with a tuck and roll into a low crouch. She’s still grinning the entire time.
Myra: Wow! What the hell? Don’t scare me like that!
Molly lets out a bright laugh and rises to her feet as Myra removes her earbuds.
Molly: Ye’ feel that spike of adrenaline lass? It’ll put an extra bit of pep in yer step fer sure!
Myra calms down after a bit, allowing herself to take it in stride and even to chuckle for a bit.
Myra: Yeah, I feel that spike of adrenaline. Any little bit helps of course! I pretty much realized you were going to be sort of a handful from the word “go” on day one of our training, but this just takes the cake.
Myra gives a lighthearted laugh about this. Molly chuckles with her and reaches into her vest to pull out a sized black T-shirt with a green skull and crossed hatchets on it, handing it to her.
Molly: Welcome to tha’ Clan, Myra. Yer now one with tha’ Clan Hatchet.
Myra’s eyes light up as she takes the T-shirt. She has no reservations at all about putting it on.
Myra: I am very honored considering the great things I’ve heard about you. You know, it’s funny that you had something for me because… well… actually…
Myra takes a pause as she goes back to her locker to grab her bag. She pulls out a box and comes back to Molly. She opens the box and pulls out some leather straps that has the saying “REBELLIOUS NINJAS” on them.
Myra: …take one of these! I actually came up with an unofficial-official team name so to speak! Team bonding! All of that great stuff!
Myra hands one of the “Rebellious Ninjas” straps to Molly. The Ginger Ninja takes the strap and holds it close, eyes slightly moist. That grin grows bigger and she throws an arm around Myra.
Molly: Oh thank ye’ lass! I’ll treasure it always!
Pulling back, she then slaps the strap onto her arm right above her black, blue, white, and green tassles, giving it a firm tug as she latches it down. Molly flexes her arm a bit to test the latch strength as well as flexibility and nods with approval.
Molly: THE REBELLIOUS NINJAS OF CLAN HATCHET!!!!! That’s what we are! We’re tha’ pros within tha’ family that get things done!
She then gives Myra a light love-knuckle tap on her arm. Myra chuckles for a bit, showing that she’s taking things in stride.
Myra: Yeah, we ARE going to get things done. It’s nothing personal against Sam and the Avenger and I know you have history with Sam and everything, but like you’ve said before, you’ve never been a world champion in your career and you are starving to be one. I share that same passion even though I’ve won a few in my career. I come from a background where I refuse to let anyone define who I am and while I’m not so much worried about Sam and Avenger doing this, as we go along in this tournament, I know we’re going to run into a few teams that are going to do whatever it takes to drag us down. Of course, when we come across people like that, we just give them a quick kick in the nuts right?
Myra winks, maintaining the playful nature of the conversation. Molly nods in return, hooking her thumbs in her belt.
Molly: Only part I don’t like is that when this is all said and done, it’ll be you and me facing off. You might laugh, but I always have a hard time fighting against good, honest folk to begin with. It gets harder when it’s someone who I’ve become quite fond of. I’ll still do it, as Clan tests Clan is a thing, but that gold? Oi…. I’ve seen it turn dear friends into absolute monsters.
She looks Myra in the eye.
Molly: Let’s not let it change us, yeah? Let’s not let the greed fer gold kill somethin’ good here. I’ve been desperate fer that shot in many different places, let it drive me to drink, drive me mad, and I donnae’ e’er wanna’ be that person e’er again. That person, who I was, tended to destroy herself because she got in her head too much too far.
Myra: Yeah, I can relate to that so much.
Myra takes a pause for a moment to briefly reflect on this in her own right.
Myra: I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve destroyed myself for being in my own head, largely because I’ve let bad experiences in other places drag me down. But that’s the thing about “power”, if you know how to use it, you can do great things with it and the biggest power of all is knowing that you define you and nothing else anyone says about you matters. As long as you have that power, you can definitely keep yourself in a good place that will allow you to overcome any hate, vitriol, doubt and nonsense that anyone throws your way. It’s something that I’ve really grasped over the last few months and I am confident in your ability to do the same!
Molly nods in agreement.
Molly: It’s what I’ve been doing for a year with tha’ help of places like Alcoholics Anonymous and maybe a skosh of unofficial therapy. Right now though? We’ve got a match ta’ go out and win. Cross tha’ bridges when we get to ‘em! Let’s DO THIS!!!!
She instantly goes from zero to amped up, her eyes wide and a huge wild grin on her face.
Molly: YEAH!!!
Myra: Hell yeah! Let’s do this!!!! Let’s take that first step toward that world title!
Molly and Myra bump fists in unison showing that team spirit before they leave the locker room together. Molly throws an arm around Myra’s shoulder and Myra accommodates by leaning slightly due to the two’s height difference.
Samantha Tolson sits in her locker room, ready for her tag match with The Avenger against Myra Rivers and her friend Molly O'Hatherine, better known by some by her name on Twitter, Molly Hatchet. Her head is down but bobbing rhythmically, the white Beats headphones giving away the fact that she's listening to music.
As the second verse of Faith No More's 'Epic' ends, the chorus kicks in.
The third verse begins to what is one of the original rap-rock classics, and Samantha's head continues to bob up and down, her long brown hair waving along.
Just as Mike Patton starts to sing the chorus yet again, she lifts her head and finally notices the camera. She half-smiles, half-smirks in embarrassment as she pulls the headphones from her ears and rests them behind her neck.
"Sorry…didn't see you there."
Samantha sits up a bit straighter, moving the hair from her face as she speaks.
"You know, that song could be considered a bit prophetic for this upcoming match tonight, as the Path to Power begins. Most of us here in APWO, regardless of how desperate things may seem, still fight against the odds, sometimes like the flopping fish from the video."
"Many times, we want what we can't have. There are reasons, some in our control, some out, but we struggle to grab the brass rings of our sport all the same. One of my…excuse me, our…opponents tonight has grabbed one or two of those over a long career. One, try as she might, has not known the feeling yet of holding a World Championship in her hands."
"Both dream, as we all do in this tournament, of being the first one to call themselves the APWO World Champion. But here is where Epic becomes prophetic…it is magic. It will be tragic for all but one of us. All but one will feel the sting of loss, that one will know the ecstasy of that final win."
"Losing is a bitter pain. It is a pain our opponents will feel tonight. Is it a shame it will happen? Some will say yes, some will say no. Myself?"
"I call it the price of doing business."
Samantha smiles just a bit from one corner of her mouth.
"Do I relish the fact that I will deny a dear friend the opportunity to call herself, at long last, a World Champion? No. I don't. Yet tonight I will do just that, because it's the price of business."
"Am I enthralled with keeping what may possibly be a final run from a decorated veteran? No. I am not. Again, it's the price of business."
"I may have not called 'dibs', as it's been said, but I've been plenty vocal that I fully intend on doing something I've never done, and that is be the first to stand proudly in the title lineage, the measuring stick of every champion to come after me. And I have no illusions…I won't hold the belt forever. None of us ever hold a championship for all of time."
"Yet when such revered titles are spoken of in the halls of remembrance, the one that holds it first is always mentioned."
"Yes, I've held my share of World Championships. That hunger to climb the mountain again, though, never diminishes. It's a thirst never truly quenched, because once the sweetest nectar crosses your lips, they beg to feel it again and again."
"When we reach the end of this Path, there will be but one Power."
"Me."
"Sorry…yet not sorry."
"The rest of you? You'll be left wanting, the richest prize in APWO in your face, and you unable to grab it."
"Because tonight I step further on the Path to Power."
"I will be the first APWO World Champion. And as I've already stated, no friend nor foe will stand between me and my prize."
"That I have to end the road for a friend is…unfortunately…nothing more than the price that I must pay to do my business."
A petite and smiling Japanese woman steps into view, standing in front of the APWO crown banner on the wall backstage. She’s dressed modestly but smartly professional, making it clear that she knows what she’s doing even before she speaks. Standing just to her left, almost out of the frame, is an imposing hulk of a man who has an intricate network of biomechanical veins tattooed on both massive arms. He has them folded across his chest, just below the word SECURITY that is written on his black shirt – it’s clear that he’s only here to make sure that nobody crashes the interview or hassles the interviewer. Lifting her microphone, she waits for the ambient noise to die down before she addresses the camera.
MARIONETTE: Hello! Welcome! My name is Marionette and tonight I have a very distinct pleasure to bring to you an intimate interview with one of the – no wait – he is more decorated than Myra Rivers. I remember this was announced. Let me begin again.
She beams for the camera again, glancing over at the silent mountain of a man for a moment before turning in the other direction, waving enthusiastically.
MARIONETTE: Hi! Hello! Please welcome my guest, Matt Stone.
Matt walks in off right stage, taking off his sunglasses and flashing the interviewer a smile.
MARIONETTE: Mr. Stone, we saw at the end of our inaugural event that you were placed into a team with one of the most polarising figures in this business today, none other than Vance Isaac Parker, a man who holds championships and is on quite the impressive winning streak elsewhere. How do you think the two of you can coexist as a team?
STONE: Well it’s because of how much success the two of us have experienced is why we’re going to coexist as a team. We both have the same goal here tonight and that’s win. We both know how to win, we’ve proved that, and tonight we’re going to prove it again.
MARIONETTE: Oh. Yes. You are quite right. You are both very decorated, both very good. And if you make it to the finals?
STONE: You mean when.
MARIONETTE: Oh yes. Many apologies. Yes. When you make it to the finals, do you think it will be a difficult transition to go from fighting alongside to fighting against?
STONE: Of course not, it’s just what we do in this business, we prepare for whomever is put across from us regardless of how we feel about them. I’ve liked some of my opponents in the past, but that doesn’t mean I went easy on them.
She nods.
MARIONETTE: Of course. Are there any teams that you think will pose a threat to you both along the way?
STONE: Other teams? No, I don’t think anyone is going to be a problem for us but that’s what I should be saying. Anyone who comes out here and says they’re afraid of facing someone shouldn’t be here.
MARIONETTE: Do you care to comment on the drama that has been happening between Cypher and Lissie Hope, and how that may impact the tournament?
STONE: All I’ll say is that it’s very unfortunate that he’ been focusing more time on her than he has me, but after tonight he can talk about her all he wants to, so that’s good, right?
MARIONETTE: Yes!
She claps her hands enthusiastically.
MARIONETTE: I am very excited to see how this all plays out! Thank you for joining me… and I wish you all the luck necessary tonight and in the weeks beyond.
STONE: It’s been a pleasure, I’m sure you’ll be asking me about the next round soon enough. Until then, I need to show the world that this tag team format cannot shut me up!
Chet Morley: And This is the first official night of our PATH TO POWER tournament!! Sixteen teams begin and at the end of the night we will be down to eight!
Will Ashford: And the team that wins it all will go on to main event ABSOLUTION: THE PRICE OF POWER! LIVE ON PAY PER VIEW MARCH THE TWENTY FORTH!!
Chet Morley: Leave it to the hype men, Billy. Besides, I think these folks have heard enough of us. Lets head down to the ring for our first match of the night!!
The camera opens with a sweeping shot of a large warehouse space decked with all manner of workout equipment, weights and several sprawling American ninja warrior runs. This is the place commonly referred to as “The compound” by Effy’s students, although FM tends to acknowledge that through ‘don’t make it sound like a lead cult.’ gritted teeth. At the center of this space is a hexagonal wrestling ring, two several people, one of them Helena Handbasket, leaping around the space, practicing wrestling holds and throws and possibly team work. Knowing Helena, probably being tossed at a wall.
Around the ring, FM Young lounges in a hammock hung in the space, one leg kicked over the side, sitting up talking to Risa Saito-Jackson, now in her new Cosmic Sawn mask.
FM Young: That looks pretty damn good. I like it. I think it fits very well.
Risa smiles, adjusting the straps a bit. She's sitting on the floor, looking up at FM, as she begins to speak.
Risa Saito-Jackson: Thanks Mama! If I'm bein' honest? It just feels right to be under a mask again, ya know?
The minuscule Asian woman grins, patting FM on the thigh. She turns toward the ring, nodding toward Helena.
Risa Saito-Jackson: Want me to hop in there? Give her a workout?
FM Young: I can tell, you look and sound happier than you have been. Makes me breathe a little easier you know.
FM popped her neck and adjusts so she more hanging out of the hammock, she shrugs.
FM Young: Huh? Oh, naw. She’s getting some work in with that partner she got stuck with for the APWO tournament. I got lucky with Kitty, I dig her at least…As weird as all that is getting. I swear to god, Tiggy, if a Wendigo winds up in my warehouse. I’m letting Alma eat it.
A stunning woman enters the room, carrying a tray with a bottle and several glasses. She grins, offering it first to Risa, who shakes her head with a smile.
Alma Vetinari: Wendigo, was it? No, Lex. I'm not exactly a fan of cold meals.
Risa giggles as Alma makes her way over to the ring, clearing her throat to get the attention of those inside it.
FM Young: Well, I’m not gonna eat it.
Helena Handbasket *All the way from the ring. Stopping what she’s doing mid bounce through the air to land on her feet and shout.*: PHRASING!
FM Young: Also, also, I don’t want it in my *house.* That’s not exactly easy to get rid of.
Risa Saito-Jackson: The heck is a Windy glow? Oh! The tournament! Yeah. I was a little bummed I didn't get in, but I mean I got a title shot instead? I'm rooting for you though!
FM Young: Odd-numbered sign-ups, so it happens. I’m sorry you didn’t get into it, a bit relieved, but sorry. Hey if I win, you can be part of my pack?
Risa's eyes light up, her entire face involved in the smile.
Risa Saito-Jackson: Oooh! You promise?!
FM Young: Yeah, of course.
Helena stops her training, and ducks out through the ring, grabbing the drink offered by Alma, this is just a water. Alma hands off more to the two folks remaining in the ring, Nadia Eriksson and Romeo De La Rocha.
Helena Handbasket: Wendigo isn’t bad, you know, for a nightmare monstrosity who’s probably more than a little angry at me.
Helena shrugged and took the cap off of her water, there’s a crash behind and Helena sighs.
Helena Handbasket: Nadia, my posh pop pain in the ass, please don’t break the boy, I need that Rocko the life-sized underwear model intact thanks.
Nadia just shrugs and De La Rocha goes to say something but FM interjects.
FM Young: She knows that’s not your name, she’s just winding you up.
Nadia snarls waving her opponent to continue. Risa watches the blonde woman in the ring for a moment.
Risa Saito-Jackson: So you're letting her train here even if she's gonna be your opponent?
The Diminutive Dynamo walks over to Helena, all five feet, one inch of her, looking the woman over.
Risa Saito-Jackson: You know my mom and that Kitten lady are gonna win, right?
FM shrugs and finally stands up to her own much more impressive full height of just past 6’ before stretching and making herself look even bigger.
FM Young: It’s not really a bother, Kitty’s good to go, she’s more raring to fight than I am and despite her recent descent into madness, the hinges still seem to be on. So I’m going to trust that.
Helena Handbasket: Listen, you guys think I’m stuck with a handicap, but Romeo’s good people. I kid him, but I kid everyone. I literally kidded my way into and out of a mirror dimension and survived a fight with a certain now angry nightmare monster…ASIDE from that? Ya ain’t winnin.
Helena looks at Risa, crosses her arms and puffs herself up.
Helena: I’m not just gonna lay down and bow out. I know Effy would almost expect it by now, but I’ve never been any kinda singles champion-
FM Young: Saves the speeches, it’s that way because you fuck around so much. Not even literally which you also do. But you just like…Flop and flip your way through life. Nobody’s gonna yeet you to a victory Hel.
Helena moves around Risa, slipping through, to get into Alexa’s face. Well, to attempt too, Helena Handbasket isn’t much bigger than Risa to begin with and to get near the Amazon Tiger’s face, she’s got to hop herself up on one of the machines.
Helena Handbasket: That’s just because you think nobody works as hard as you, nobody can handle as much as you. You couldn’t live without some kind of abstract pressure, right? Don’t answer it wasn’t a question. Ya absolutely can’t, you fall apart the second no one’s expecting anything from-
FM holds up a hand and takes a deep breath, as well as a short step back, obviously resisting some kind of urge to throttle the small blond. Not the first person to do so probably even that day, no where near the last.
FM Young: You, lady chronically irresponsible, hanging around and just expecting the other students in your group to throw you a bone. Because you don’t want to work. You’re on my case? You’ve never held a single’s title because you don’t take anything seriously enough to get anywhere. Stop wasting my time and fuck off back to Knox. He can deal with you for like a week.
Nadia Erikssen: You heard my Mom. Get yer shit and fuckin' go.
The young blonde woman, biological daughter of FM Young, doesn't meet her mother in size, but more than makes up for it in presence. She bares her teeth, a snarl on her lip.
Nadia Erikssen: Get. Out.
Helena kinda of looks at Nadia and ignores her entirely after that, obviously getting into the bigger woman’s space, again having to hop along the equipment but the blonde makes it look easy enough with her excess of agility, moving from one machine to the other in a short leap.
Helena Handbasket: That’s rich, you know? Maybe I’ve started actually trying, maybe Knox believes in me, but you always expect to win because all you do when you do is fuckin’ mope.
FM Young: And you take off. So we’re even.
Helena Handbasket: Ya treat everyone else’s career here like it’s expendable in favor of yer own, and yeah maybe that’s what this ‘ere tournament wants. I can’t do that, but I can work with Romeo, and I can fight. I’m gonna make it further than you, an all that. Why? Because what I got is a fuck ton of anger right now an I’mma use it.
Nadia does to move, but Risa shakes her head, looking up at Helena.
Risa Saito-Jackson: You're making a mistake, Helena. A big one. You don't know my Mama like I do. Like the rest of the people here do…
Helena Handbasket: HER SISTER’S BEEN MARRIED TA ME BRUV FOR YEARS! You don’t know her! Ya stand there wanting to come have a go at me? You even know what you did. What a bloody mess all of that was.
About this time, the conversation breaks down into a struggle, with Helena nor FM sure who really started and to be honest neither will probably care in the end, but things break down to the point that the woman from before, Alma, sticks her head back in the room.
Alma Vetinari: Everyone STOP!
Just like that, everyone does stop. It’s a sort of mismatched cartoon pile up with the dust still fading and little animated birds twittering around someone’s head. Even Romeo had gotten involved, attempting to come to his new friend’s aid in the fray. For a moment one might even swear on the appearance of various hands and feet through the cloud of dust. Now it’s settled, Alma smiles and nods.
Alma Vetinari: Alright, all of you now, Risa, Lex, Nadia, time for dinner. Helena, I’m sure this is just a boiling point, I’ll talk to you after the match tomorrow. But for now, please just go. Everyone keep the peace.
Everyone moves off as their told, with Effy slinging an arm around Nadia, muttering “Thank you,” as Helena limps off with Romeo, who for his part just looks utterly confused as they leave.
VS
Kitty Dark and De La Rocha start the match by locking up in the middle of the ring. De La Rocha has the height and weight advantage and pushes Kitty into the corner but when he goes for a chop the faster Kitty ducks and openhanded slaps De La Rocha on the back the stinging slap echoing in the arena. After delivering an arsenal of kicks on De La Rocha she makes the tag to FM Young. The time that the tag took for FM to make it to De La Rocha he had recovered enough to catch the charging FM with a tilt-whirl backbreaker. Tagging in Helena Handbasket to the delight of the crowd. The crowd favorite comes running in but FM is ready for her and runs her over with a vicious clothesline. Helena gets to her feet and manages to duck the dropkick attempt and quickly grabs FM’s legs and twists her up into a Boston crab.
Will Ashford: It seems that Academy of Helena's has really honed her craft! She means business here tonight
Chet Morley: And against another 'Sensei'? Teacher? Coach? Gotta sting the pride of FM
Will Ashford: It seems that Academy of Helena's has really honed her craft! She means business here tonight
Chet Morley: And against another 'Sensei'? Teacher? Coach? Gotta sting the pride of FM
FM manages to drag her and Helena to the ropes and Helena is made to break the hold. Focussing on the legs of FM, Helena goes for a series of stiff kicks and as FM tries to avoid her advancement on her, Helena delivers a hard chop block at the back of the knee for FM. Grabbing FM by the leg, Helena drags her to her corner and tags in De La Rocha. De La Rocha continues the torture on the knees with a single leg Boston Crab but takes a bit too long to singe it in and FM rolls out of the move and immediately nails him hard with a forearm smash to the face following up with several stiff punches to the ribcage. FM is trying to shake off the damage inflicted to her knee and goes on the offense with several stiff kicks. Chopping down the taller De La Rocha and catching him off guard with a hard bulldog smashing his head into the mat. FM tags in Kitty Dark who continues the hard kicking offense. She goes for a spinning heel kick but as she turns in De La Rocha catches her and slams her down to the mat with a spinebuster. Giving himself a moment to breath and both of them reach for their corners. It is Helena that gets tagged into the match first and FM follows in right after.
Will Ashford: This has been a great opening contest, the stakes are higher than we've ever seen them.
Chet Morley: Until all the other high stakes matches later on
Will Ashford: This has been a great opening contest, the stakes are higher than we've ever seen them.
Chet Morley: Until all the other high stakes matches later on
Helena charges in on FM a bit recklessly and is caught with a stiff clothesline by the veteran FM who grabs Helena and snaps quickly into a tiger suplex. She goes for the pinfall but Helena kicks out. FM goes to tag Kitty in, as Helena has the same idea bailing out with a diving tag to her corner. Helena rolls out however, as Kitty and FM take De La Rocha down with Stereo Superkicks! Kitty then nails him with the WAMH as he groggily sits up, reaching back to hook the legs as FM nails a baseball slide on the face of Helena!
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Chet Morley: Hot tits on a trucker! They Did it Will!!
Will Ashford: Hot what on a...
Winners: FM Young and Kitty Dark1!
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Chet Morley: Hot tits on a trucker! They Did it Will!!
Will Ashford: Hot what on a...
Myra Rivers is in full ring gear, stretching and preparing for the match, earbuds in her ears pumping music to get herself mentally prepared for the match to come. Unnoticed by her, the locker room door opens and in comes Molly Hatchet, also geared up and ready to go. With an impish grin, she sneaks up behind Myra, only to grab her head putting hands in front of her eyes.
Molly: PEEKABOO!!!!
Myra jumps a bit, grabbing Molly’s wrists and flipping her over her shoulder. The Ginger Ninja expects it, flipping with her throw and landing with a tuck and roll into a low crouch. She’s still grinning the entire time.
Myra: Wow! What the hell? Don’t scare me like that!
Molly lets out a bright laugh and rises to her feet as Myra removes her earbuds.
Molly: Ye’ feel that spike of adrenaline lass? It’ll put an extra bit of pep in yer step fer sure!
Myra calms down after a bit, allowing herself to take it in stride and even to chuckle for a bit.
Myra: Yeah, I feel that spike of adrenaline. Any little bit helps of course! I pretty much realized you were going to be sort of a handful from the word “go” on day one of our training, but this just takes the cake.
Myra gives a lighthearted laugh about this. Molly chuckles with her and reaches into her vest to pull out a sized black T-shirt with a green skull and crossed hatchets on it, handing it to her.
Molly: Welcome to tha’ Clan, Myra. Yer now one with tha’ Clan Hatchet.
Myra’s eyes light up as she takes the T-shirt. She has no reservations at all about putting it on.
Myra: I am very honored considering the great things I’ve heard about you. You know, it’s funny that you had something for me because… well… actually…
Myra takes a pause as she goes back to her locker to grab her bag. She pulls out a box and comes back to Molly. She opens the box and pulls out some leather straps that has the saying “REBELLIOUS NINJAS” on them.
Myra: …take one of these! I actually came up with an unofficial-official team name so to speak! Team bonding! All of that great stuff!
Myra hands one of the “Rebellious Ninjas” straps to Molly. The Ginger Ninja takes the strap and holds it close, eyes slightly moist. That grin grows bigger and she throws an arm around Myra.
Molly: Oh thank ye’ lass! I’ll treasure it always!
Pulling back, she then slaps the strap onto her arm right above her black, blue, white, and green tassles, giving it a firm tug as she latches it down. Molly flexes her arm a bit to test the latch strength as well as flexibility and nods with approval.
Molly: THE REBELLIOUS NINJAS OF CLAN HATCHET!!!!! That’s what we are! We’re tha’ pros within tha’ family that get things done!
She then gives Myra a light love-knuckle tap on her arm. Myra chuckles for a bit, showing that she’s taking things in stride.
Myra: Yeah, we ARE going to get things done. It’s nothing personal against Sam and the Avenger and I know you have history with Sam and everything, but like you’ve said before, you’ve never been a world champion in your career and you are starving to be one. I share that same passion even though I’ve won a few in my career. I come from a background where I refuse to let anyone define who I am and while I’m not so much worried about Sam and Avenger doing this, as we go along in this tournament, I know we’re going to run into a few teams that are going to do whatever it takes to drag us down. Of course, when we come across people like that, we just give them a quick kick in the nuts right?
Myra winks, maintaining the playful nature of the conversation. Molly nods in return, hooking her thumbs in her belt.
Molly: Only part I don’t like is that when this is all said and done, it’ll be you and me facing off. You might laugh, but I always have a hard time fighting against good, honest folk to begin with. It gets harder when it’s someone who I’ve become quite fond of. I’ll still do it, as Clan tests Clan is a thing, but that gold? Oi…. I’ve seen it turn dear friends into absolute monsters.
She looks Myra in the eye.
Molly: Let’s not let it change us, yeah? Let’s not let the greed fer gold kill somethin’ good here. I’ve been desperate fer that shot in many different places, let it drive me to drink, drive me mad, and I donnae’ e’er wanna’ be that person e’er again. That person, who I was, tended to destroy herself because she got in her head too much too far.
Myra: Yeah, I can relate to that so much.
Myra takes a pause for a moment to briefly reflect on this in her own right.
Myra: I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve destroyed myself for being in my own head, largely because I’ve let bad experiences in other places drag me down. But that’s the thing about “power”, if you know how to use it, you can do great things with it and the biggest power of all is knowing that you define you and nothing else anyone says about you matters. As long as you have that power, you can definitely keep yourself in a good place that will allow you to overcome any hate, vitriol, doubt and nonsense that anyone throws your way. It’s something that I’ve really grasped over the last few months and I am confident in your ability to do the same!
Molly nods in agreement.
Molly: It’s what I’ve been doing for a year with tha’ help of places like Alcoholics Anonymous and maybe a skosh of unofficial therapy. Right now though? We’ve got a match ta’ go out and win. Cross tha’ bridges when we get to ‘em! Let’s DO THIS!!!!
She instantly goes from zero to amped up, her eyes wide and a huge wild grin on her face.
Molly: YEAH!!!
Myra: Hell yeah! Let’s do this!!!! Let’s take that first step toward that world title!
Molly and Myra bump fists in unison showing that team spirit before they leave the locker room together. Molly throws an arm around Myra’s shoulder and Myra accommodates by leaning slightly due to the two’s height difference.
Samantha Tolson sits in her locker room, ready for her tag match with The Avenger against Myra Rivers and her friend Molly O'Hatherine, better known by some by her name on Twitter, Molly Hatchet. Her head is down but bobbing rhythmically, the white Beats headphones giving away the fact that she's listening to music.
It's crying, bleeding, lying on the floor
So you lay down on it and you do it some more
You've got to share it, so you dare it
Then you bare it and you tear it
As the second verse of Faith No More's 'Epic' ends, the chorus kicks in.
You want it all, but you can't have it
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's in your face, but you can't grab it
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
The third verse begins to what is one of the original rap-rock classics, and Samantha's head continues to bob up and down, her long brown hair waving along.
It's alive, afraid, a lie, a sin
It's magic, it's tragic, it's a loss, it's a win
It's dark, it's moist, it's a bitter pain
It's sad, it happened, and it's a shame
Just as Mike Patton starts to sing the chorus yet again, she lifts her head and finally notices the camera. She half-smiles, half-smirks in embarrassment as she pulls the headphones from her ears and rests them behind her neck.
"Sorry…didn't see you there."
Samantha sits up a bit straighter, moving the hair from her face as she speaks.
"You know, that song could be considered a bit prophetic for this upcoming match tonight, as the Path to Power begins. Most of us here in APWO, regardless of how desperate things may seem, still fight against the odds, sometimes like the flopping fish from the video."
"Many times, we want what we can't have. There are reasons, some in our control, some out, but we struggle to grab the brass rings of our sport all the same. One of my…excuse me, our…opponents tonight has grabbed one or two of those over a long career. One, try as she might, has not known the feeling yet of holding a World Championship in her hands."
"Both dream, as we all do in this tournament, of being the first one to call themselves the APWO World Champion. But here is where Epic becomes prophetic…it is magic. It will be tragic for all but one of us. All but one will feel the sting of loss, that one will know the ecstasy of that final win."
"Losing is a bitter pain. It is a pain our opponents will feel tonight. Is it a shame it will happen? Some will say yes, some will say no. Myself?"
"I call it the price of doing business."
Samantha smiles just a bit from one corner of her mouth.
"Do I relish the fact that I will deny a dear friend the opportunity to call herself, at long last, a World Champion? No. I don't. Yet tonight I will do just that, because it's the price of business."
"Am I enthralled with keeping what may possibly be a final run from a decorated veteran? No. I am not. Again, it's the price of business."
"I may have not called 'dibs', as it's been said, but I've been plenty vocal that I fully intend on doing something I've never done, and that is be the first to stand proudly in the title lineage, the measuring stick of every champion to come after me. And I have no illusions…I won't hold the belt forever. None of us ever hold a championship for all of time."
"Yet when such revered titles are spoken of in the halls of remembrance, the one that holds it first is always mentioned."
"Yes, I've held my share of World Championships. That hunger to climb the mountain again, though, never diminishes. It's a thirst never truly quenched, because once the sweetest nectar crosses your lips, they beg to feel it again and again."
"When we reach the end of this Path, there will be but one Power."
"Me."
"Sorry…yet not sorry."
"The rest of you? You'll be left wanting, the richest prize in APWO in your face, and you unable to grab it."
"Because tonight I step further on the Path to Power."
"I will be the first APWO World Champion. And as I've already stated, no friend nor foe will stand between me and my prize."
"That I have to end the road for a friend is…unfortunately…nothing more than the price that I must pay to do my business."
A petite and smiling Japanese woman steps into view, standing in front of the APWO crown banner on the wall backstage. She’s dressed modestly but smartly professional, making it clear that she knows what she’s doing even before she speaks. Standing just to her left, almost out of the frame, is an imposing hulk of a man who has an intricate network of biomechanical veins tattooed on both massive arms. He has them folded across his chest, just below the word SECURITY that is written on his black shirt – it’s clear that he’s only here to make sure that nobody crashes the interview or hassles the interviewer. Lifting her microphone, she waits for the ambient noise to die down before she addresses the camera.
MARIONETTE: Hello! Welcome! My name is Marionette and tonight I have a very distinct pleasure to bring to you an intimate interview with one of the – no wait – he is more decorated than Myra Rivers. I remember this was announced. Let me begin again.
She beams for the camera again, glancing over at the silent mountain of a man for a moment before turning in the other direction, waving enthusiastically.
MARIONETTE: Hi! Hello! Please welcome my guest, Matt Stone.
Matt walks in off right stage, taking off his sunglasses and flashing the interviewer a smile.
MARIONETTE: Mr. Stone, we saw at the end of our inaugural event that you were placed into a team with one of the most polarising figures in this business today, none other than Vance Isaac Parker, a man who holds championships and is on quite the impressive winning streak elsewhere. How do you think the two of you can coexist as a team?
STONE: Well it’s because of how much success the two of us have experienced is why we’re going to coexist as a team. We both have the same goal here tonight and that’s win. We both know how to win, we’ve proved that, and tonight we’re going to prove it again.
MARIONETTE: Oh. Yes. You are quite right. You are both very decorated, both very good. And if you make it to the finals?
STONE: You mean when.
MARIONETTE: Oh yes. Many apologies. Yes. When you make it to the finals, do you think it will be a difficult transition to go from fighting alongside to fighting against?
STONE: Of course not, it’s just what we do in this business, we prepare for whomever is put across from us regardless of how we feel about them. I’ve liked some of my opponents in the past, but that doesn’t mean I went easy on them.
She nods.
MARIONETTE: Of course. Are there any teams that you think will pose a threat to you both along the way?
STONE: Other teams? No, I don’t think anyone is going to be a problem for us but that’s what I should be saying. Anyone who comes out here and says they’re afraid of facing someone shouldn’t be here.
MARIONETTE: Do you care to comment on the drama that has been happening between Cypher and Lissie Hope, and how that may impact the tournament?
STONE: All I’ll say is that it’s very unfortunate that he’ been focusing more time on her than he has me, but after tonight he can talk about her all he wants to, so that’s good, right?
MARIONETTE: Yes!
She claps her hands enthusiastically.
MARIONETTE: I am very excited to see how this all plays out! Thank you for joining me… and I wish you all the luck necessary tonight and in the weeks beyond.
STONE: It’s been a pleasure, I’m sure you’ll be asking me about the next round soon enough. Until then, I need to show the world that this tag team format cannot shut me up!
VS
The scene opens in a pre-recorded segment where the camera spots the Fitness Guru, the leader of the Vilaro Fitness revolution Marisol Vilaro. Who is dressed in a pair of purple with silver trim workout shorts, matching boots, a matching top. Despite last week's loss being the first pinfall she has ever taken she has a pep in her step as she makes her way to the training area with her duffle bag over her shoulder. The woman soon finds Whisper in the area where the camera spots others working there in the ring. Marisol soon struts up to Whisper as she says in an almost over-the-top bubbly tone.
Marisol Vilaro: Heya Whisper, look I was wondering about have you thought about it? A chance to take this place to some new heights, and everyone's conditioning to new heights with my Vilaro System?
Whisper did not turn to meet her but kept a watchful eye on the two new girls working in the ring trying to impress her and hoping to get a contract.
Whisper : I am currently researching your system. As I said I am very careful about what I am giving to my pupils.
Whisper shot her a quick look before looking back at the ladies in the ring.
Whisper : Run the ropes ladies.
Marisol looks at her and looks at the women running the ropes, before looking back at Whisper. With a bright smile, as she says.
Marisol Vilaro: Well, everything I feel you need is in what I gave you but I always have more testimonials. I mean the hashtag Vilaro System is taking over the North American fitness market like it took over the European one. Plus, my presence on television you know motivates everyone to get up and get active!
Whisper : And your actions with the protein powder makes it known as a product for cheaters. You see we have a company to build and we have to be extremely careful in who we make ties with. I will be meeting with the owner about it soon. And I will give my fair judgment on your system to him.
Whisper turned to look at Marisol
Whisper : As much of an impression you are making on social media and on tv. You should be more careful what that impression may be. You may deny it all you want but throwing powder in the face of opponents to make them win does not give me the impression that your system builds winners. More like your system is used as a tool for cheating. Understand me.
Marisol looks flabbergasted as she says in a proud tone.
Marisol Vilaro: I mean I am blowing up all over Twitter, and television they can’t get enough of me you know that? Hell even the winner of the last match I was in is secretly using my system and I will get proof of that. As far as cheating goes please? Look at this face does it look like I cheat?
Mari says with a smile but Whisper can see right through it.
Marisol Vilaro: I mean what better system than a system of winners. We will prove that tonight when me and Trey take on Legion and Aluric where the winners will move on one step closer in the path of power tournament.
Whisper: Darling I never judge by looks of the salesperson. I mean look at me. Do I look like someone that would happily stomp on people's hopes and dreams and destroy their chance at making it in this business..
Whisper gave a deceptively sweet smile before leaning in towards Marisol.
Whisper: I don’t look it. But that is exactly who I am.. I will take my time in judging your system.. I will take my time to see what your reputation grows to be.. Because I have the company’s best interest at heart here. And I always make sure that every company I am involved with only get the very best. I will not settle for second best or second rate. If you thought this was going to be a quick and easy campaign to get me on your side. You had better think again.
Marisol looks annoyed slightly but then calms down looking at Whisper.
Marisol Vilaro: Please nothing about Vilaro Fitness and the Vilaro System is second rate. You will only get the best from my company, hell I built it on my back. I am a star and the absolute name of Health and Fitness. My reputation is second to none as a personal trainer, and fitness influencer.
Whisper turned towards Marisol with a smirk on her face and glittering black eyes..
Whisper: I will be watching you closely and your system naturally. When I am ready to make to present it to the owner I will let you know.. Mister Hernan is not someone you want to get on the wrong side of. So this taking a bit longer is for your own good as well. Now if you would excuse me. These new girls want to be a part of the roster. Perhaps... Okay, Marisol... Tell me what do you see they need to work on.
The scene then fades to black as Whisper, and Marisol look on, what were the answers to the questions? Well, the viewers won’t be finding out as the scene then comes back inside the arena.
Before the match can get officially underway, with three of the four competitors waiting in the ring, cameras cut over to the backstage area where we see several hooded figures attacking Legion in the corridor. Security does their best to intervene but with the power on display from not just the assailants but also the ever tough Legion, they serve as nothing more than fodder within the madness. As we cut back to ringside, Vilaro tries to take advantage of the distraction by hitting Auric from behind, but the senses of the mighty woman kick in and she turns around just in time to catch Marisol in the act who backs up, urging her partner to start the match on their behalf.
Chet Morley: What in the world is going on here Ashford? Who are those people going after Legion?
Will Ashford: If you think I knew, would I be dumb enough to expose that information and incur the wrath of that monster? Of course I have no idea who those people are! I just know that whoever’s behind it is trying to sabotage Legion’s team in this tournament.
Trey doesn’t seem to mind too much as he gets right to work on Auric, the two exchanging quick holds with Bouchet initially getting the better of his opponent. Auric does manage to turn things around though following the distraction of a big crash in the backstage area which turns out to be Legion throwing one of the masked attackers into a pile of electrical crates and excess set pieces. As Deveraux looks to follow up after the standing clothesline though by running the ropes for a charge up, Marisol places a well timed kick to the back of her head, allowing her to stumble into the waiting arms of Trey who delivers three german suplexes before bridging the last one for the pin.
Will Ashford: Beautiful series of suplexes there, but will that be enough to end things here? I know back in my day just one would have…
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2!!
Deveraux manages to kick out at the last second, much to the chagrin of Vilaro who huffs that her head kick didn’t keep the tough Auric down for the count, even blaming her partner for his exhaustion which wouldn’t be an issue if he was nutritionally back by the Vilaro System.
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Will Ashford: While she’s going off for the wrong reason, she is right in wanting her partner to do better here.
Chet Morley: Especially considering Legion is getting ever so close to finally getting into this contest.
While Legion is still fending off the masked figures just before the rampway, inside the ring Deveraux looks to have Bouchet in trouble following a stalling suplex floated over into a neckbreaker. She signals for the end, not having realized that Marisol made the blind tag to her stirring partner. As Auric readies for the end, Vilaro pushes her off the turnbuckles, rushing in soon after to deliver the Crunch Time, yelling for the official to get into position as she goes for the cover.
Chet Morley: This could be it ladies and gentlemen!
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3!!!
Just as the official declares Trey and Marisol the winners, Legion storms out to the stage at last, eyes telling the tale of just how enraged she is. She drags one of the masked attackers out now, delivering a vicious powerbomb through a portion of the stage, sending a direct message to whoever enlisted their help that she will be coming for them next.
Chet Morley: While Vilaro and Bouchet seem pretty content with their victory, you have to wonder if either of them had a hand in keeping Legion out of this match tonight.
vs
vs
Tolson and Molly start the match out, with Tolson paying her partner an puzzled look as he seems to be doing his best bad impersonation of Mickey from Rocky, but free of the cuss words of course as those are unbecoming of a true hero! Molly and Tolson lock up in the middle with Tolson transitioning first to a side headlock with ease, then into a hammerlock. She jerks on Molly's arm, cranking up the pressure before driving a foot into the back of her knee and pushing Molly down to one knee. She then frees one hand from the grip and begins driving hard elbows into the crown of Molly's head! Ref Jackson deems Molly defenseless and begins to count..but when he reaches 3 The Avenger hits the ring and grabs Tolson's elbow mid strike!
Will Ashford: Tolson taking it to her friend early and...what th-
Chet Morley: What is that masked idiot doing?!
Avenger seems to be lecturing Tolson on the values of rules and sportsmanship, which gives Molly time to recover and run to the ropes. She springboards off and takes both members of Super Abs down with a crossbody! She pulls Avenger up and throws him out over the top rope before leaping on the middle one and taking the emerging Sam Tolson back down with a springboard leg lariat! She mounts Tolson and lays in stiff rights and lefts. Eventually she drags Tolson up by the hair and takes her to her corner, slamming her face into the top turnbuckle and tagging in Myra Rivers. The duo pull Tolson from the corner, whip her into the ropes and catch her on the rebound with a double lariat!!
Will Ashford: Well intentioned as he was, The Avenger has seriously cost his team here!
Chet Morley: Sam Tolson is gonna twist him into a pretzel if he costs her a shot at gold right off the bat!!
Ref Jackson ushers Molly to her corner and onto the apron while Myra pulls Tolson back up, nailing her with a backbreaker. She then runs the ropes, springboarding off into a double footstomp right in Tolson's twitter famous abs! She drops down for the cover!!
Chet Morley: This never works. Watch.
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Two!
Tolson kicks out, rolling on her stomach and reaching for her corner. Myra gets up and snatches her ankle, but Tolson hops on one foot. Myra scouts an enziguri, ducking down but Tolson faked her out! She nails Myra with a thunderous forearm as she straightens up, breaking her grip! Tolson then nails her with a big roundhouse, using the momentum to spin through and dive for her corner..SHE TAGS IN THE AVENGER!!
Chet Morley: Aw great, here he comes.
Will Ashford: I was always more a Sam Action fan myself...
Avenger hops over the top rope, hitting the ring and ducking a clothesline from Myra he bounces off the ropes and soars through the air with a flying forearm! Molly hits the ring, but he ducks a thrust kick from the Hatchet Clan's leader, taking her over with a crisp release back suplex! Molly crashes and struggles to her feet only to be taken out through the middle and top rope with a nasty spear from a charging Tolson! Both women wipe out on the outside!! Myra attacks a concerned Avenger with a german suplex! She follows up with a round kick to his jaw, then a knee strike! She pulls him to his feet going to set him up for the Rebel Bomb...but Vengy breaks freak! SUPERHERO KICK! RIVERS IS LEVELED!!
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THREE!!
Will Ashford: THEY DID IT! SUPER ABS ADVANCE!!
Chet Morley: Oh you gotta be fucking kidding me...
Will Ashford: Tolson taking it to her friend early and...what th-
Chet Morley: What is that masked idiot doing?!
Avenger seems to be lecturing Tolson on the values of rules and sportsmanship, which gives Molly time to recover and run to the ropes. She springboards off and takes both members of Super Abs down with a crossbody! She pulls Avenger up and throws him out over the top rope before leaping on the middle one and taking the emerging Sam Tolson back down with a springboard leg lariat! She mounts Tolson and lays in stiff rights and lefts. Eventually she drags Tolson up by the hair and takes her to her corner, slamming her face into the top turnbuckle and tagging in Myra Rivers. The duo pull Tolson from the corner, whip her into the ropes and catch her on the rebound with a double lariat!!
Will Ashford: Well intentioned as he was, The Avenger has seriously cost his team here!
Chet Morley: Sam Tolson is gonna twist him into a pretzel if he costs her a shot at gold right off the bat!!
Ref Jackson ushers Molly to her corner and onto the apron while Myra pulls Tolson back up, nailing her with a backbreaker. She then runs the ropes, springboarding off into a double footstomp right in Tolson's twitter famous abs! She drops down for the cover!!
Chet Morley: This never works. Watch.
One!
Two!
Tolson kicks out, rolling on her stomach and reaching for her corner. Myra gets up and snatches her ankle, but Tolson hops on one foot. Myra scouts an enziguri, ducking down but Tolson faked her out! She nails Myra with a thunderous forearm as she straightens up, breaking her grip! Tolson then nails her with a big roundhouse, using the momentum to spin through and dive for her corner..SHE TAGS IN THE AVENGER!!
Chet Morley: Aw great, here he comes.
Will Ashford: I was always more a Sam Action fan myself...
Avenger hops over the top rope, hitting the ring and ducking a clothesline from Myra he bounces off the ropes and soars through the air with a flying forearm! Molly hits the ring, but he ducks a thrust kick from the Hatchet Clan's leader, taking her over with a crisp release back suplex! Molly crashes and struggles to her feet only to be taken out through the middle and top rope with a nasty spear from a charging Tolson! Both women wipe out on the outside!! Myra attacks a concerned Avenger with a german suplex! She follows up with a round kick to his jaw, then a knee strike! She pulls him to his feet going to set him up for the Rebel Bomb...but Vengy breaks freak! SUPERHERO KICK! RIVERS IS LEVELED!!
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!
Will Ashford: THEY DID IT! SUPER ABS ADVANCE!!
Chet Morley: Oh you gotta be fucking kidding me...
Winners: Sam Tolson & The Avenger
The cameras cut from the jubilant Team Super Abs backstage to see Travis Blake standing there and couldn’t stop laughing. She would soon stop and began speaking.
Travis Blake: So this is APWO huh? This is the company I’ve heard a lot about, honestly not impressed. You think me saying that is a little arrognant of me because of how many companies have ghosted me but let me explain something to all of you. For me join this company, it took a lot of talking to people close to me. Telling me to swallow my tongue and be the good little soldier but fuck it.
I walk down my own path, walk to the beat of my own drum. Does that give me a lot of enemies, yes but I don’t mind one bit. I’ve come into this company to prove that ghosting me all these years by my fellow peers was a horrible mistake. So I wont take much of anybodies time so I’ll end it here.
Oh I almost forgot, for all those people all salty about me and my teamate getting a bye in this tournament. I just have one thing to say, be mad bitches.
Travis laughs again as the camera fades into commercial.
The scene opens in a pre-recorded segment where the camera spots the Fitness Guru, the leader of the Vilaro Fitness revolution Marisol Vilaro. Who is dressed in a pair of purple with silver trim workout shorts, matching boots, a matching top. Despite last week's loss being the first pinfall she has ever taken she has a pep in her step as she makes her way to the training area with her duffle bag over her shoulder. The woman soon finds Whisper in the area where the camera spots others working there in the ring. Marisol soon struts up to Whisper as she says in an almost over-the-top bubbly tone.
Marisol Vilaro: Heya Whisper, look I was wondering about have you thought about it? A chance to take this place to some new heights, and everyone's conditioning to new heights with my Vilaro System?
Whisper did not turn to meet her but kept a watchful eye on the two new girls working in the ring trying to impress her and hoping to get a contract.
Whisper : I am currently researching your system. As I said I am very careful about what I am giving to my pupils.
Whisper shot her a quick look before looking back at the ladies in the ring.
Whisper : Run the ropes ladies.
Marisol looks at her and looks at the women running the ropes, before looking back at Whisper. With a bright smile, as she says.
Marisol Vilaro: Well, everything I feel you need is in what I gave you but I always have more testimonials. I mean the hashtag Vilaro System is taking over the North American fitness market like it took over the European one. Plus, my presence on television you know motivates everyone to get up and get active!
Whisper : And your actions with the protein powder makes it known as a product for cheaters. You see we have a company to build and we have to be extremely careful in who we make ties with. I will be meeting with the owner about it soon. And I will give my fair judgment on your system to him.
Whisper turned to look at Marisol
Whisper : As much of an impression you are making on social media and on tv. You should be more careful what that impression may be. You may deny it all you want but throwing powder in the face of opponents to make them win does not give me the impression that your system builds winners. More like your system is used as a tool for cheating. Understand me.
Marisol looks flabbergasted as she says in a proud tone.
Marisol Vilaro: I mean I am blowing up all over Twitter, and television they can’t get enough of me you know that? Hell even the winner of the last match I was in is secretly using my system and I will get proof of that. As far as cheating goes please? Look at this face does it look like I cheat?
Mari says with a smile but Whisper can see right through it.
Marisol Vilaro: I mean what better system than a system of winners. We will prove that tonight when me and Trey take on Legion and Aluric where the winners will move on one step closer in the path of power tournament.
Whisper: Darling I never judge by looks of the salesperson. I mean look at me. Do I look like someone that would happily stomp on people's hopes and dreams and destroy their chance at making it in this business..
Whisper gave a deceptively sweet smile before leaning in towards Marisol.
Whisper: I don’t look it. But that is exactly who I am.. I will take my time in judging your system.. I will take my time to see what your reputation grows to be.. Because I have the company’s best interest at heart here. And I always make sure that every company I am involved with only get the very best. I will not settle for second best or second rate. If you thought this was going to be a quick and easy campaign to get me on your side. You had better think again.
Marisol looks annoyed slightly but then calms down looking at Whisper.
Marisol Vilaro: Please nothing about Vilaro Fitness and the Vilaro System is second rate. You will only get the best from my company, hell I built it on my back. I am a star and the absolute name of Health and Fitness. My reputation is second to none as a personal trainer, and fitness influencer.
Whisper turned towards Marisol with a smirk on her face and glittering black eyes..
Whisper: I will be watching you closely and your system naturally. When I am ready to make to present it to the owner I will let you know.. Mister Hernan is not someone you want to get on the wrong side of. So this taking a bit longer is for your own good as well. Now if you would excuse me. These new girls want to be a part of the roster. Perhaps... Okay, Marisol... Tell me what do you see they need to work on.
The scene then fades to black as Whisper, and Marisol look on, what were the answers to the questions? Well, the viewers won’t be finding out as the scene then comes back inside the arena.
vs
Chet Morley: What in the world is going on here Ashford? Who are those people going after Legion?
Will Ashford: If you think I knew, would I be dumb enough to expose that information and incur the wrath of that monster? Of course I have no idea who those people are! I just know that whoever’s behind it is trying to sabotage Legion’s team in this tournament.
Trey doesn’t seem to mind too much as he gets right to work on Auric, the two exchanging quick holds with Bouchet initially getting the better of his opponent. Auric does manage to turn things around though following the distraction of a big crash in the backstage area which turns out to be Legion throwing one of the masked attackers into a pile of electrical crates and excess set pieces. As Deveraux looks to follow up after the standing clothesline though by running the ropes for a charge up, Marisol places a well timed kick to the back of her head, allowing her to stumble into the waiting arms of Trey who delivers three german suplexes before bridging the last one for the pin.
Will Ashford: Beautiful series of suplexes there, but will that be enough to end things here? I know back in my day just one would have…
1!
2!!
Deveraux manages to kick out at the last second, much to the chagrin of Vilaro who huffs that her head kick didn’t keep the tough Auric down for the count, even blaming her partner for his exhaustion which wouldn’t be an issue if he was nutritionally back by the Vilaro System.
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Will Ashford: While she’s going off for the wrong reason, she is right in wanting her partner to do better here.
Chet Morley: Especially considering Legion is getting ever so close to finally getting into this contest.
While Legion is still fending off the masked figures just before the rampway, inside the ring Deveraux looks to have Bouchet in trouble following a stalling suplex floated over into a neckbreaker. She signals for the end, not having realized that Marisol made the blind tag to her stirring partner. As Auric readies for the end, Vilaro pushes her off the turnbuckles, rushing in soon after to deliver the Crunch Time, yelling for the official to get into position as she goes for the cover.
Chet Morley: This could be it ladies and gentlemen!
1!
2!!
3!!!
Winners: Marisol Vilaro & Trey Bouchet
Chet Morley: While Vilaro and Bouchet seem pretty content with their victory, you have to wonder if either of them had a hand in keeping Legion out of this match tonight.
vs
Winners: Eli Buchanan & Shay
All four competitors start this match with a face off in the center of the ring with reluctant sportsmanship shared throughout. As Shay and Serena Riot start this one out, the rookie tries to get one up with a quick strike but Riot is wise to it, countering with what turns into a series of arm-drags before whipping Shay off and tossing her up and over with a big back body drop which gets the fans hyped up and causes Shay to back up, rethinking her strategy.
Will Ashford: You can absolutely see both women have some serious fire to them, but the experience of the wicked GOAT is something Shay can’t take lightly.
As Shay looks to go back after Serena, Eli tags himself in stepping face to face with her which causes a bit of a scowl from his tag team partner. Riot and Buchanan begin trading strikes, challenging one another to hit harder at every turn. Finally after Serena nails a massive headbutt to leave Eli stunned, she goes for the STO, only to get countered and caught with an exploder suplex.
1!
2–
Serena powers the shoulder up, showing that there is plenty of fight left in her.
Chet Morley: Serena definitely living up to that tough reputation of hers, there is no quit in the decorated athlete.
Buchanan can’t believe it, but stays on the attack with some mounted strikes to the head of Serena. The crowd is split between the two, but a jawbreaker from Riot to Eli as he tries to bring her back up gets a big cheer from the crowd. Riot is quick to follow through, now bringing Eli down to the canvas with a stiff lariat before she nails the Wicked Ways on him and immediately goes for the cover.
1!
2!!
Shay is able to break up the pin in time, but as she does Yui races up to her and delivers a bicycle kick to send her back to the apron. Watanabe and the cheering crowd will Serena to make the tag which she does at the same time Eli manages to bring Shay back into the match. Yui manages to deliver dropkicks to both of her opponents one after the other, soaking in the adulation she receives for the athletic display. Her enthusiasm is short lived however as Shay cuts her off at the pass with Shaydes of Grey combination that drops Yui.
Will Ashford: See this is why you save the pageantry for after the match is over! Too much showboating leads to nothing but trouble and Yui’s finding that out the hard way.
With Shay looking like she’s in firm control, Buchanan stumbles back to his feet, looking like either he’s lost his way or is going for the attack, not remembering he isn’t the legal person. Just as he heads over towards the two legal competitors, Serena comes barreling at him, the collision causing both to tumble out the ring and land in a scary way that leads the audience to a collective gasp.
Chet Morley: Holy moly did you see that?!
Will Ashford: Yes, genius I’m right here next to you! Just hope that both Riot and Buchanan are alright after that nasty landing.
With both Riot and Eli down on the outside following the scary charge from Serena, Charlotte does her best to encourage her partner in life to a vertical base. Back in the ring, Shay looks on at the fallen competitors, not realizing that right behind her, the previously downed Yui is back to her feet. She turns around just in time to catch sight of the attempted Headshot from Watanabe, ducking it and nearly knocking Yui’s block off with the Shades of Black. Shay then goes for the cover as Serena tries her best to crawl back into the ring and break up the count.
1!
2!!
Serena desperately makes the dive to break the cover…
But she’s a split second too late!
3!!!
The view opens on a locker room somewhere in the bowels of the arena, with Donny Mason and Logan Bailey getting prepared for the match. Donny is the first one to pipe up, having nodded to Logan first.
Donny Mason: “Here we are. Second APWO Power Trip. And we kick off the tournament to find out who will be fighting for the APWO title. And boy howdy we got a doozy to start off. See, ever since the card was announced, there has been a certain woman who has been making a lot of noise. And I mean a LOT. That’s Lissie Hope for the uninitiated. See, from the first moment she took something I said offhand and got her lacy knickers in a twist. Apparently I did the ultimate crime of selling her short. Really. Lissie. You got a problem there. You really let me get under your skin by sheer accident because you misunderstood something I said.”
The 6’10" Englishman rolls his eyes.
Donny Mason: “Fact is, you got a pretty impressive haul of hardware in your past. But that’s just the point. Past. Me and Logan here, we’re CURRENT tag champs. So is your partner. And by mentioning this, you thought I was underestimating you or trying to undermine your legacy or some shit. Newsflash, I wasn’t. Hell, I barely knew who you were before you went off on me. Like, take a chill pill, step back and rethink before getting huffy. Now I know who you are. Pretty good in the ring. But good enough? Remains to be seen.”
A short pause as Donny gathers his thoughts, cracking a smile before continuing.
Donny Mason: “But for someone so worried about your legacy Lissie, you really are putting out a rather poor showing, letting someone like me get under your skin, even when I wasn’t even trying to. Hell, you went as far as to insinuate that I was fellating Matt Knox, who may I add has nothing to do with APWO, and who had nothing to do with this upcoming match simply because you saw me interacting with him. Let Knox be. Focus on me. That’s how you avoid embarrassing yourself.”
Donny gives a cheesy thumbs up and winks.
Donny Mason: “And Dion... You I got no issue with. You can wrestle. That I know from Level Up. And you were actually cordial. Not looking to start shit or stir it. I can respect that. And I can respect you, even if that one picture you decided to share traumatized half of your social circle on twitter, that I am unfortunately part of. But that’s pretty much it. It’s hard to talk shit of someone you kinda-sorta-halfway respect. Don’t take it personally when I boot you in the face man. It’s just wrestling. Doesn’t mean I hate you or anything.”
With a quick nod, Donny passes the baton to Logan on the side, leaning against the wall to relax and wait for his partner to give his 2 cents.
Logan Bailey: "Lissie, to this point, I have said literally one semi-unkind thing to you. It wasn't about anything you've mentioned everyone else hating you for. It wasn't about your age, it wasn't about your ability, it wasn't about your achievements, and it wasn't about your relevance. You're 26, I'm 29. You've won a tag title..."
Logan holds his BWF Tag Title up to the camera.
Logan Bailey: "...so have I. So has Donny. So has Dicky-Dion. We all have. And really, ability and achievements can go hand in hand. And you have nearly four times the Twitter account that I have, if you want to measure relevance."
Bailey gestures his hands as though he's setting something aside. Most likely, the "frame of reference" he had just given.
Logan Bailey: "Now, I wanted to set that frame of reference for you... because on the other end, from you to me? You've hit me with allll the classics. "I don't know who you are," "you ride your wife's coattails," all that... but then you turned around and said "I have no problems with you, you're one of the good ones."
Bailey crosses his arms and puts on a look of faux-confusion. The tone in his inexplicably-Maryland-accented voice is fairly sarcastic to boot.
Logan Bailey: "You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd say this is that whole "moving the goalposts" thing that I said you seemed like you'd do. You know, that old strat? That one semi-unkind thing I said to you? That thing where you have to make yourself seem like the all-conquering hero no matter what the situation actually is? It--It's very... Sam Tolson-esque, if you will. And much as she's gonna hate it and probably DM me to keep her name out of my mouth or whatever, fact is I can say that because she's in APWO, too. She's not off limits, no matter how many stunt doubles she brings in."
The Animated Maniac shrugs a little, a look of "welp" crossing his face as he bounces his eyebrows a little.
Logan Bailey: "But I guess that wasn't relevant to your narrative at the time, huh? After all, narcissists tend to be the heroes of their own stories while everyone else is either a side character or the villain of the day. You and Tolson are similar like that, and the thing is neither of you are willing to admit it. You blame your problems and your shortcomings on everyone around you without looking inward."
Bailey points to himself, hands open and pointed like spearheads as though he's pointing towards inside himself as opposed to pointing at his chest.
Logan Bailey: "In that regard, you're kind of like the Texas Longhorns. You have all these accolades and you have people who can make sure you feel better about yourself... but it's all surface level. Anyone who can see you for what you really are can see you're so corrupted and so ready to blame everyone else for your own shortcomings. It ain't your fault that you instigated all the stuff with calling my partner bald. It ain't your fault that you think I ride my wife's coattails when I'm the champion between her and me. It ain't your fault that you couldn't quite hide your shortcomings from me."
The camera zooms closer to Logan.
Logan Bailey: "And it ain't like you knew I'd verbally tear you apart for being two-faced."
But before Bailey can let his part end on such a serious note, he pipes up one more time.
Logan Bailey: “Oh, and Dicky-Dion? I got nothing against you, you’re actually pretty chill all things considered. You could probably hire my wife to defend the crops you’re the god of. She’s a Scarecrow made out of Scrap-Iron, after all.”
And with a cheeky smile, Logan lets Donny take back the reins.
Donny Mason: “See, here’s the thing folks. Tonight is not some culmination of a blood feud, even if Lissie tried to turn it into one. Tonight is about taking one step closer to the big prize. And taking that step by stomping on a pair of hopefuls trying to do the same. So Lissie, Dion? Just enjoy the match. Win, lose or draw, it’s gonna be a banger!”
Logan Bailey: “I’ll give that a haw-yee.”
Bailey and Mason take stride towards the exit from wherever in the hell their locker room is in the arena as the view fades elsewhere.
The camera opens up backstage, zoomed in on what appears to be a sloppily-made puppet stage. The curtains are drawn open, and on a small piece of black cardboard, the words “Disasterpiece Theater” are written in a neon sharpie. The camera stays focused on the “stage”, until out of nowhere, an action figure crashes down from above.
Unknown: SHIT!
A pedicured hand comes into the frame and she quickly wraps the string back to the toy’s leg, before wrapping it around her finger.
Unknown: Give me a second.
The woman then grabs two other action figures from behind the stage and places them on top of each other. They are attached to strings, which are then wrapped around her fingers. On her knuckles, she’s written the letters “K N O X”.
She then bounces one of the figures on top of the other, making… grunting sounds. Afterwards, she lays the male figure, which has the top of it’s head and all of it’s hair sanded down, on top of the female figure before speaking with a deadpan delivery.
Unknown: No. Stop. Just lay on me. Be my pillow.
With her other hand, she walks another figure into the frame. It has a badly drawn head of curly black hair.
Unknown: Oh. No. Get off of her. I can’t watch this. But that doesn’t mean I’ll look away.
She then sits another figure in the corner.
Unknown: He can just stay there. Nobody pays attention to him anyway.
And finally, she walks in a final action figure - the camera zooms in and it’s White Goodman of Dodgeball - but it’s wrapped in bubble wrap.
Unknown: Hey. Everyone. Get back to work. Don’t you dare make a mockery of my training facility. I need to add your wins and accolades to my resume.
The camera pans backwards to reveal Lissie Hope with an amused grin on her face. She flicks on a lamp, illuminating the room. The fans erupt with cheers… for the most part. She isn’t quite as beloved in front of the APWO crowd as she is elsewhere. But she’s definitely pleased with herself. The camera spins to reveal interviewer Marionette, who’s just looking confused.
Lissie Hope: Did you not enjoy the show?
Marionette: What… was that about?
Lissie Hope: Well, your name is Marionette, I figured you’d appreciate a little puppet show.
Marionette: Don’t get me wrong - it was… entertaining… but what did that mean?
Lissie Hope: Is it not obvious? Matt Knox pulls these dudes strings. They do everything he wants them to do. They seek his approval and his attention and… I just wanted to demonstrate that.
Marionette just stares at her awkwardly.
Lissie Hope: Man, I always thought I could be a funny bitch. Seems like there’s a lot of folks in here with sticks up their asses, you know? Alright… let’s do it. You want an interview, right?
Marionette: That’s what I was asked to do, yeah.
Lissie Hope: Cool! What you got for me?
Marionette: You seem to have created a lot of enemies in your short time in APWO.
Lissie Hope: I guess I rub people the wrong way, yeah.
Marionette: Why do you think that is?
Lissie Hope: What?
Marionette: Why is there a black cloud following you everywhere you go?
Lissie Hope doesn’t say anything. She just looks at Marionette with a blank expression on her face.
Marionette: Lissie?
Lissie Hope: You’re asking me why people don’t like me? Why don’t you, I don’t know… ask them? Or how about this, Mary… why don’t YOU think people like me?
Marionette: There’s an arrogance that you exude-
Lissie Hope: -confidence, but go on.
Marionette: Sure. It’s just the way you carry yourself, sometimes. Like you’re above people. And you seem to have your focus fragmented in so many different directions.
Lissie Hope: What do you mean?
Marionette: Like, this here. You have your opponents to concentrate on, and you’re taking a shot at Matt Knox. He isn’t even a part of this organization. You have women like Kitty Dark and Molly Hatchet who have gone public about their distaste for you. You’ve admitted that your own partner, Dionysus - he’s had to keep you on a leash. And this isn’t even touching on Cypher.
Lissie Hope: Nobody touches on Cypher. I think that’s the problem.
Marionette: Lissie– get serious.
Lissie Hope: Matt Knox has his grimey paws in every organization. Let’s make that shit clear. All of his pupils and proteges, he’s sent across the industry to make his name for him. He’s the first one and the last one to tweet about me – about shit that don’t even involve him. That’s why I don’t take Donny Mason and his little cheerleader seriously. That’s why I don’t even bother antagonizing his partner, Logan Bailey. I have two goals in Absolute Power - that’s to win the World Championship, and to rid the business of legitimate criminals like Cypher. And frankly, those two dudes, Bailey and Mason – they are just minor inconveniences. Petty distractions.
Marionette: That’s all you think of them?
Lissie Hope: They’re baby teeth.
Marionette: …what?
Lissie Hope: Y’know, baby teeth. They’re temporary players. They outlive their welcome, they fall out, and their better, stronger, more permanent alternative takes their place. I’ve seen people like this come and go in every organization I’ve dominated - and yes, Mary, I’ve dominated every one I’ve been in. You want to know why I think people don’t like when I join their company?
Marionette: Yes, that’s what I asked initially.
Lissie Hope: It’s because they know this. Winning championships isn’t just my dream. It’s the expectation. This is why the major players always target me as soon as I sign the contract. This is why Kitty Dark wants to cheer on Cypher as he violates my privacy. This is why Sam Tolson is looking at me out of the corner of her eye with reservations, because she knows that she needs to get to me quietly before she drives the dagger into my back. These women want the same thing I do. They’ve won like I have.
Marionette: And Molly Hatchet?
Lissie Hope: This is why Wendigo – does creepy Wendigo things. And why Trey Bouchet tries to undermine me. You know, Trey used to hate me last year, right? Even though I’d never said a word to him, or done a thing to him - he thought I was the scum of the earth. He might still, I don’t know. But my name means something, Mary. My name carries so much goddamn weight. I shoulder so much goddamn responsibility. I… expect… to be extraordinary. And I’ve been in a bit of a rut, I admit it. I trusted the wrong people. I got involved in some really detrimental shit. But I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. You wanted the Blackheart, right? I heard all year that these fans wanted her back. So who am I to deprive them of her?
The fans are starting to grow with cheers.
Lissie Hope: You wanted Lissie fuckin’ Hope?
A pause.
Lissie Hope: You fucking got her!
The fans roar with cheers as Lissie stands in front of Marionette, beaming with pride.
Marionette: So Cypher hacked int–
Lissie Hope just glares at her with steam coming from her eyes.
Lissie Hope: Are you serious?
Marionette: What?
Lissie Hope: That was my catchphrase. After I say that, I– nevermind. Go on.
Marionette: Do you want to talk about Cypher tonight?
Lissie Hope: No.
Marionette: No?
Lissie Hope: Cypher is going to get his - when the time is right. I can’t allow him to infect my conscience like a virus that’s gotten this sex criminal on his fourth computer. All I have to say about Cypher is that he’s so far in the back of my mind that I’ve promised Dionysus that I wouldn’t let him ruin our plans. So yeah, at this time, I have nothing to say about Cypher - about how he’s gotten my girlfriend banned from being here, to no fault of her own. About how he’s being protected by upper management for… reasons? About how–
Unknown: Lissie.
Dionysus walks into frame, crunching on a Tostito.
Dionysus: Stop talking about Cypher.
Lissie Hope: Right, right. Sorry, D. I get carried away.
Marionette: Do you want to discuss how Molly Hatchet opened last week’s show by calling you every name in the book? You keep ignoring her.
Lissie looks over towards Dionysus, playing with a strand of his beard.
Lissie Hope: Do you leprechauns run in the same circles?
Dionysus sighs and shakes his head, before looking over at the puppet show set-up.
Dionysus: Disasterpiece, huh? I haven’t seen that name in awhile.
Lissie Hope: I figured you’d like it.
Lissie reaches into his bag of Tostitos and grabs a chip as the camera fades out.
The camera opens up backstage, zoomed in on what appears to be a sloppily-made puppet stage. The curtains are drawn open, and on a small piece of black cardboard, the words “Disasterpiece Theater” are written in a neon sharpie. The camera stays focused on the “stage”, until out of nowhere, an action figure crashes down from above.
Unknown: SHIT!
A pedicured hand comes into the frame and she quickly wraps the string back to the toy’s leg, before wrapping it around her finger.
Unknown: Give me a second.
The woman then grabs two other action figures from behind the stage and places them on top of each other. They are attached to strings, which are then wrapped around her fingers. On her knuckles, she’s written the letters “K N O X”.
She then bounces one of the figures on top of the other, making… grunting sounds. Afterwards, she lays the male figure, which has the top of it’s head and all of it’s hair sanded down, on top of the female figure before speaking with a deadpan delivery.
Unknown: No. Stop. Just lay on me. Be my pillow.
With her other hand, she walks another figure into the frame. It has a badly drawn head of curly black hair.
Unknown: Oh. No. Get off of her. I can’t watch this. But that doesn’t mean I’ll look away.
She then sits another figure in the corner.
Unknown: He can just stay there. Nobody pays attention to him anyway.
And finally, she walks in a final action figure - the camera zooms in and it’s White Goodman of Dodgeball - but it’s wrapped in bubble wrap.
Unknown: Hey. Everyone. Get back to work. Don’t you dare make a mockery of my training facility. I need to add your wins and accolades to my resume.
The camera pans backwards to reveal Lissie Hope with an amused grin on her face. She flicks on a lamp, illuminating the room. The fans erupt with cheers… for the most part. She isn’t quite as beloved in front of the APWO crowd as she is elsewhere. But she’s definitely pleased with herself. The camera spins to reveal interviewer Marionette, who’s just looking confused.
Lissie Hope: Did you not enjoy the show?
Marionette: What… was that about?
Lissie Hope: Well, your name is Marionette, I figured you’d appreciate a little puppet show.
Marionette: Don’t get me wrong - it was… entertaining… but what did that mean?
Lissie Hope: Is it not obvious? Matt Knox pulls these dudes strings. They do everything he wants them to do. They seek his approval and his attention and… I just wanted to demonstrate that.
Marionette just stares at her awkwardly.
Lissie Hope: Man, I always thought I could be a funny bitch. Seems like there’s a lot of folks in here with sticks up their asses, you know? Alright… let’s do it. You want an interview, right?
Marionette: That’s what I was asked to do, yeah.
Lissie Hope: Cool! What you got for me?
Marionette: You seem to have created a lot of enemies in your short time in APWO.
Lissie Hope: I guess I rub people the wrong way, yeah.
Marionette: Why do you think that is?
Lissie Hope: What?
Marionette: Why is there a black cloud following you everywhere you go?
Lissie Hope doesn’t say anything. She just looks at Marionette with a blank expression on her face.
Marionette: Lissie?
Lissie Hope: You’re asking me why people don’t like me? Why don’t you, I don’t know… ask them? Or how about this, Mary… why don’t YOU think people like me?
Marionette: There’s an arrogance that you exude-
Lissie Hope: -confidence, but go on.
Marionette: Sure. It’s just the way you carry yourself, sometimes. Like you’re above people. And you seem to have your focus fragmented in so many different directions.
Lissie Hope: What do you mean?
Marionette: Like, this here. You have your opponents to concentrate on, and you’re taking a shot at Matt Knox. He isn’t even a part of this organization. You have women like Kitty Dark and Molly Hatchet who have gone public about their distaste for you. You’ve admitted that your own partner, Dionysus - he’s had to keep you on a leash. And this isn’t even touching on Cypher.
Lissie Hope: Nobody touches on Cypher. I think that’s the problem.
Marionette: Lissie– get serious.
Lissie Hope: Matt Knox has his grimey paws in every organization. Let’s make that shit clear. All of his pupils and proteges, he’s sent across the industry to make his name for him. He’s the first one and the last one to tweet about me – about shit that don’t even involve him. That’s why I don’t take Donny Mason and his little cheerleader seriously. That’s why I don’t even bother antagonizing his partner, Logan Bailey. I have two goals in Absolute Power - that’s to win the World Championship, and to rid the business of legitimate criminals like Cypher. And frankly, those two dudes, Bailey and Mason – they are just minor inconveniences. Petty distractions.
Marionette: That’s all you think of them?
Lissie Hope: They’re baby teeth.
Marionette: …what?
Lissie Hope: Y’know, baby teeth. They’re temporary players. They outlive their welcome, they fall out, and their better, stronger, more permanent alternative takes their place. I’ve seen people like this come and go in every organization I’ve dominated - and yes, Mary, I’ve dominated every one I’ve been in. You want to know why I think people don’t like when I join their company?
Marionette: Yes, that’s what I asked initially.
Lissie Hope: It’s because they know this. Winning championships isn’t just my dream. It’s the expectation. This is why the major players always target me as soon as I sign the contract. This is why Kitty Dark wants to cheer on Cypher as he violates my privacy. This is why Sam Tolson is looking at me out of the corner of her eye with reservations, because she knows that she needs to get to me quietly before she drives the dagger into my back. These women want the same thing I do. They’ve won like I have.
Marionette: And Molly Hatchet?
Lissie Hope: This is why Wendigo – does creepy Wendigo things. And why Trey Bouchet tries to undermine me. You know, Trey used to hate me last year, right? Even though I’d never said a word to him, or done a thing to him - he thought I was the scum of the earth. He might still, I don’t know. But my name means something, Mary. My name carries so much goddamn weight. I shoulder so much goddamn responsibility. I… expect… to be extraordinary. And I’ve been in a bit of a rut, I admit it. I trusted the wrong people. I got involved in some really detrimental shit. But I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. You wanted the Blackheart, right? I heard all year that these fans wanted her back. So who am I to deprive them of her?
The fans are starting to grow with cheers.
Lissie Hope: You wanted Lissie fuckin’ Hope?
A pause.
Lissie Hope: You fucking got her!
The fans roar with cheers as Lissie stands in front of Marionette, beaming with pride.
Marionette: So Cypher hacked int–
Lissie Hope just glares at her with steam coming from her eyes.
Lissie Hope: Are you serious?
Marionette: What?
Lissie Hope: That was my catchphrase. After I say that, I– nevermind. Go on.
Marionette: Do you want to talk about Cypher tonight?
Lissie Hope: No.
Marionette: No?
Lissie Hope: Cypher is going to get his - when the time is right. I can’t allow him to infect my conscience like a virus that’s gotten this sex criminal on his fourth computer. All I have to say about Cypher is that he’s so far in the back of my mind that I’ve promised Dionysus that I wouldn’t let him ruin our plans. So yeah, at this time, I have nothing to say about Cypher - about how he’s gotten my girlfriend banned from being here, to no fault of her own. About how he’s being protected by upper management for… reasons? About how–
Unknown: Lissie.
Dionysus walks into frame, crunching on a Tostito.
Dionysus: Stop talking about Cypher.
Lissie Hope: Right, right. Sorry, D. I get carried away.
Marionette: Do you want to discuss how Molly Hatchet opened last week’s show by calling you every name in the book? You keep ignoring her.
Lissie looks over towards Dionysus, playing with a strand of his beard.
Lissie Hope: Do you leprechauns run in the same circles?
Dionysus sighs and shakes his head, before looking over at the puppet show set-up.
Dionysus: Disasterpiece, huh? I haven’t seen that name in awhile.
Lissie Hope: I figured you’d like it.
Lissie reaches into his bag of Tostitos and grabs a chip as the camera fades out.
As Dionysus waits in the ring, Lissie Hope’s music blares but she doesn’t appear at the top of the stage. Dionysus confers with the ref, before looking back up and seeing the Powertron(™) come to life with the image of Lissie Hope backstage with Cypher standing over her with a lead pipe, Lissie appears to be bleeding on the cold concrete floor backstage.
Dionysus hops out of the ring, making a beeline for the back as the audience cheers him on. Cut to backstage where Matt Stone and VIP are both seen standing by, amused by the easy route given to them. Cypher says something the cameras can't pick up to the prone Lissie, raising the pipe again when suddenly Dionysus appears! He takes Cypher out with a running big boot and begins stomping away at the smaller man!
The referees begin to storm in but suddenly the lights flicker..and a locker room door flies off its hinges…IT'S WENDIGO! SHE LEAPS UPON THE BACK OF DIONYSUS, RAKING HER FINGERS AND NAILS OVER HIS FACE AS HE STRUGGLES TO THROW HER OFF! Cypher readies the pipe to assist Wendigo, but Lissie Hope has sprung up! She spears Cypher and begins to lay shots into his face as he covers up!!
? ? ?: That. Is. Enough.
The action comes to a stop as WENDIGO leaps from the back of Dionysus, almost like an obedient pet as she takes a few steps back. The camera pans to focus on Emilano Hernan and his newly hired personal protection, ENIGMA. Hernan eyes Lissie and Cypher as they stand up, his expression flat and emotionless as his tone when he speaks.
Emiliano Hernan: So it would seem wrath has won out over a lust for riches, Mister Cypher. While I admire the zeel you show in sacrificing your hopes to steal Lissie’s, I cannot sit idly by and ignore the fact that through your actions, my audience is going to be left two matches short of what I had promised them tonight.
The boos from the fans can be heard leaking in backstage, Emiliano remains still as stone with his hands folded in front of him, head tilted to one side as he regards the bleeding Lissie Hope.
Emiliano Hernan: Enigma will escort you to Whisper’s office to be seen to, Miss Hope. Mister Cypher the rest of the security detail will escort you off premises. You are hereby suspended from showing yourself at an APWO live event until Absolution, where you and Lissie Hope will be meeting in a match with a stipulation I, and I alone, will determine. Now, go.
Enigma steadies a wobbly, infuriated Lissie Hope and walks her down the hall as Security surrounds a smug Cypher and begins ushering him toward the exit. Dionysus, Wendigo, Matt Stone and VIP all loiter as Emiliano regards each of them, as his eyes raise to meet Dionysus’ an unsettling smile crosses his features.
Emiliano Hernan: Mister Dionysus. Such bravery for you to show, coming back here to save your partner even though the attack rendered her useless to your journey toward Absolute Power. It is admirable, and deserving of a reward. That reward will be your continued participation in this tournament, with your new partner….
His face shifts to Dionysus’ left
Emiliano Hernan: Wendigo.
Dionysus spins on his heel, regarding his new partner before looking over his shoulder at Emiliano, finding the camera…
And exiting. Wendigo soon moves off in her own direction, Emiliano regards Stone and VIP before turning his face to the camera. That smile returns as he now speaks to the audience.
Emiliano Hernan: I suppose, I have some making up to do don’t I? Well then, allow me to make up with a shake up, as it were. The next edition of Power Trip will be fully catered for the audience by the Ring Rust Cafe, and all entry fees will be waived. Furthermore, the seeds of the tournament will be shuffled. Matt Stone and VIP, along with Wendigo and Dionysus will each be given a BYE round. They will face off with the winners of the other eight teams to determine a final four…
The audience pops at the news, Donny Mason and Logan Bailey seem incensed while VIP and Matt Stone both remain their charmingly smug selves.
Emiliano Hernan: Those final four will engage in a special event 1 week before Absolution, wherein The two highest surviving seeds will face the two lowest in a 4 on 4 elimination style match where the final two standing, be they on the same team or one from either team will face off to crown the inaugural APWO World Champion. More details shall be released on Social Media in the coming week. Now please, do enjoy the rest of the show..
He regards the talent briefly, before nodding.
Emiliano Hernan: Gentleman.
Will Ashford: WHAT A HUGE ANNOUNCEMENT! I CAN BARELY CONTAIN MYSELF!
Chet Morley: Stop Yelling! Seems like the boss is eager to kick things in another gear. Man just read about a skateboard bein’ stolen and bought these spoiled brats Ferrarris! This is INSANE, Ashford!
Will Ashford: Lost in it, but big question..HOW will Dionysus and Wendigo coexist?!
Chet Morley: As long as he don’t look tasty, they should be fine..
Backstage in the Sports and Entertainment arena, the team of Chrysalis and Alexis Lemon are seen. The pair are talking with one another, going over strategy for their upcoming tournament match, as well as stretching and otherwise preparing. After a few short moments of this, Alexis turns to face the viewer.
Alexis Lemon: Yo! Here we are, Thursday Night Power Trip episode two! The start of the tournament to crown the first world champ!
Lexi leans in and puts a hand to her mouth, as if telling a secret.
Alexis Lemon: Spoiler alert… It's gonna be one of us…
Chrysalis: Spoilers? What about the folks that hate spoilers? I told you we gotta work on this, but we’re gonna get there.
Both women laugh as Christina Jade aka Chrysalis points down at her Nike wrestling boots.
Chrysalis: But eff it, since we’re in full spoiler mode right now, someone is about to get CHECKED like Nike. I hate that it has to be Ash, not as much hate about it being her partner Jessie Jess though. It’s like this, episode one didn’t go how I wanted, but I wasn’t the one pinned in my match. And my partner over here? Lil Lexi? She got a W. So if I’m not planning on getting pinned again, and she’s planning on getting another W then…..
She leans in and puts a hand to her mouth, in similar fashion to Lexi just a few moments ago.
Chrysalis: Spoiler:
Chrysalis AND Lexi: We’re about to get this W!
They both laugh as the ‘podcasting bitch’, Chrysalis continues.
Chrysalis: For real though, I have a lotta love for Ash, and if this could be a trios type deal, I’d love to have our girl on our squad, but with it being tag teams, Lex been by my side every day. We know that winning one match is just the start, so we figure if we get an early jump and get our chemistry up early on, then each and every show we’ll just get stronger and stronger as a unit.
Alexis Lemon: Right! I love Ash, she’s awesome! I’ve already went to battle with her once, but now we’re on opposite sides of the field. And that’s chill, because I know we’ll have a great match. Unfortunately I haven’t heard much from her partner, So I’m not sure what she’s like, but if she and Ash get along, I’m sure she’s not too bad! Everyone says matches are better when the competitors hate each other and that may be true, but if everyone involved has great chemistry with one another, that is magic.
Chrysalis: Jessie could surprise us all. Maybe she’s less talk and more fighting. Maybe she hates that I host a podcast and wants to punch me in the mouth to make me a mute? Maybe she wants to squeeze you and make some sweet and sour Lemonade. Or maybe she’s quiet because she knows wassup and knows that the less she talks, the less embarrassing it’ll be after they are bounced in round one. I’ont even know…but I know I’m ready. It’s like this, the fans have high expectations, and in this biz it’s all about the fans. We already put the work in, now it’s time to get the results.
She holds a hand up for a high five, smiling at her partner. Lexi gives her what she’s looking for, giving a powerful high five, the sound ringing through the backstage area.
Alexis Lemon: Win or lose, it’s going to be a great match. But if you want it as bad as we do, and you put in as much work as we have, there is no losing.
Alex looks down the camera with fire in her eyes before she starts giggling a little.
Alexis Lemon: That didn’t make much sense, did it? I mean, we’re busting our asses for this match. And even if the result doesn’t go our way, we can still hold our heads high knowing we did our best! With that said, though, like we said before…
Chrysalis & Alexis: We’re about to get this W!
vs
Both teams are in the ring and with a little arguing about who gets to go first Chrysalis starts for her team and Cameron for the other team. As the bell rings both ladies lock up in the middle of the ring and neither of them manage to gain the advantage and release the hold Chrysalis is quicker to the punch literally as she gets a stiff right in on Cameron who stumbles back from the impact and Chrysalis grabs her and throws her towards the ropes but Cameron ducks the attempted clothesline and comes back from the ropes with a cross body. She immediately tries to pin Chrysalis but before the referee can even count the one Chrysalis kicks out. Cameron puts a headlock on Chrysalis who gets to her feet and sends Cameron to the ropes but both ladies have the same idea knocking each other down to the mat. Lemon is itching to get into the ring as is Roberts and both ladies reach out to their partner.
Chet Morley: You know, I usually find spunk abhorrent but this Lemon kid as an 'it' factor that makes it hard to root against. Even when you're paid to be a prick on commentary.
Will Ashford: Dude. Kayfabe.
Chrysalis makes the tag first and Lemon was quick enough to avoid Cameron tagging out of the match at first but with a mule kick Cameron manages to get out of Lemon’s grip and tags in Roberts. As Roberts comes charging into the ring Lemon jumps at the incoming Roberts and with a running hurricanrana. Slingshotting Roberts across the ring. Following her right after and as Roberts gets to her knees still slightly dazed Lemon follows in with an enziguri kick and again goes for the cover. Getting a two count as Roberts manages to get her shoulder up right in the nick of time. As Lemon comes for Roberts again she counters the approach with a stiff kick to the gut and following it up with a swinging neckbreaker. Chrysalis has her hand reached out to get tagged back in Roberts is slow to move for a moment trying to shake off the cobwebs and reaches the tag just before Lemon can stop her.
Will Ashford: Here comes Cameron! Or as my Twitch Stream calls her, Mrs. Kyle! Be sure to catch me at Twitch.tv/OntheairWill!
Chet Morley: I really want to hit you.
Cameron comes in aiming to hit a clothesline but Lemon ducks and as Cameron turns towards her gets hit with a drop kick making her stumble back and Lemon hits the ropes and connects with a springboard cross body. She goes to her corner and tags in Chrysalis who has recovered and as Cameron gets to her feet she is hit with a chop to the chest making the crowd respond. She chops her again and again until she is in the corner. Chrysalis goes for another chop but Cameron ducks this time and moves around Chrysalis driving her into the corner with a shoulder block tackle before she grabs Chrysalis by the head and moves back a little she taunts the crowd for a moment before she snap suplexes Chrysalis who tumbles across the ring and Cameron kips up and poses a little not realizing that Chrysalis has tagged Lemon back into the match.
Chet Morley: Chrysalis and Lemon look like they've been teaming forever. Quick tags. keeping each other fresh. They'd make a hell of a title match for Absolution.
Will Ashford: Any one of these four would, honestly.
Chet Morley: No...just those two.
Lemon comes in like a house of fire, she ducks a clothesline from Cameron and hits a neckbreacker. However as she lifts her up, she gets too overexcited and whips Cameron into her corner! She tags out and Roberts tags back in. She charges in but BIG SUPERKICK BY ALEXIS LEMON!! Cameron has rolled ot the outside, trying to recover..SHE'S SPEARED BY CHRYSALIS!! Lemon scales the ropes..LEMON DROP!!
1!
2!!
3!!!
Backstage in the Sports and Entertainment Arena, we see Marisol arguing with the member of the catering staff.
Marisol: Look, you know that my meal bars would be an amazing inclusion in catering. Why not? I mean its only a matter of time before Whisper sponsors my patented Vilaro System. I mean once me and Trey beat Aluric and Legion, there won’t be any doubt in anyone's mind.
APWO Catering Woman: Well Miss Vilaro, thanks for your suggestion but we can’t just include them…
Marisol Vilaro huffs in disgust, before speaking again.
Marisol: Again, is this because I got pinned by someone whose secretly using my system? If anything that should be proof it works. You should all be eating out of my hand. I mean, lets be honest. I been sight seeing around here and well this country's reputation for obesity is understated.
APWO Catering Woman: N-No! It’s because—
Before the woman can complete her sentence, her eyes turn towards an incoming Kenzie, who strolls on the scene with a condescending smile.
Kenzie: Is this lady bothering you, Mari? She obviously wouldn’t know good, heathy food if it jumped onto her plate!
The brunette with light caramel highlights glances back at her friend Marisol.
Kenzie: I wouldn’t waste my mental energy on her, if I were you. It’s better we go straight to the source to advertise your meals - the people themselves. In the locker room, in the audience, and even those at home watching. See?
The Luminairy looks down, then glances back towards the nearby camera lens with a playful wink. Then, she looks at her green sling shoulder bag and pulls something out with a stylish flourish.
Kenzie: All of them should try Vilaró System protein milkshakes, now availible in strawberry banana flavor! Mm mm mm! Delicioso!
Kenzie shows off the product close to the screen with a cheesy grin, the milkshake a blend of pink and yellow with a professional Vilaró System label on the front. Marisol can’t help but smile brightly as she enjoys the free plugging of her product. As the Spanish beauty soon says proudly.
Marisol: How right you are, and its already selling out along with all the other goodies. Including the brand new Vilaró System supercookies, unlike normal fattening cookies which seeing all of you out there I know you have been sneaking to many since you were little. These ones are good for you filled with protein, and all the dietary fiber you need.
Kenzie: Fiber’s important! It helps your digestive system. You need to get rid of waste, like Azurine and I are about to get rid of Frankie Jefferson and Yurei from the APWO Road to Absolution tournament! What about you, Mari?
Marisol smiles brightly as she nods her head.
Marisol: Oh yes, and the waste we are getting rid of is a big thorn in me and Trey’s side, and that is Legion and Aluric. They think for one second they and their trainers can try and gatekeep on me? That my methods aren’t any good because I am a rookie? Please.
Kenzie: You might be a rookie, but you’ve been training for a long time, am I right? Years and years! You’re at peak human performance right now, and anyone who wants to doubt that is cruising for a bruising.
Marisol can’t help but smile in her obnoxious over the top cheesy grin as she says loudly.
Marisol: Exactly, and I am not a rookie at being a personal trainer hell I created an empire from nothing by myself, and now its an international company Vilaró Fitness is a worldwide brand now. They should all be chomping at the bit to have my company sponsor them, but after the impressive display you will see tonight, you will have no choice but to believe and work toward becoming a better you!
Kenzie: I’m all for that!
Marisol soon takes her seat in a chair, crossing one leg over the other. Taking a look at stuff on her cellphone nodding her head.
Kenzie: And Trey Bouchet is such a pro in tournaments that he’s running his own at an event called Suplayapalooza on April 30rd in Terrebonne Parish, Louisiana! He’ll be hosting the Plexcalibur Tournament, and that’s huge!
Marisol: Exactly, I mean if that's not a testament to the condition that man is in, then I don’t know what is. And you already know the type of shape I keep myself in, and together we are the Path to Powerplex.
Kenzie nods, agreeing with the other woman.
Kenzie: Listen, I’ve gotta go get ready. Good luck tonight!
Marisol: Thanks, you too. We are going to knock it out of the park and be the stars of the future.
“Da Adorkable Angel” Azurine Vebbins and “The Luminary” Kenzie can be seen sitting on steps of the Lincoln Memorial. Kenzie looks towards the famous redhead with a curious expression, her arms propping herself on the steps.
Kenzie: So we’re in the main event tonight. Are you nervous at all?
Azurine: I would be nervous as my alma mater’s mascot…“Da Ninnyhammer,” but practicin’ our taggin’ drills dis past weekend helped ease dose concerns.
Kenzie: Yeah, that was fun! And exhausting…
The older Rydell sister lets out a long, tired sigh to demonstrate how she’s feeling.
Kenzie: It’ll be worth it, though, Azzy! On the one hand, you’ve got the complacent “I Hate Ketchup” Frank Jefferson, the super rookie who thinks he’s already peaked. If you think you’ve already peaked, it’s all downhill from there, mhm. And next to him stands the respectable Yurei who wished us luck and remains steadfast in her no-nonsense goal of coming out on top at the end of this Path To Power tournament, even though she has major differences with her partner.
Azurine: And while our chanters may disagree on which one of us is da bigger name, I know when it’s time to work da corner, when to follow a lovely lady’s lead, and when to be a “Hardheaded Housewife” afire hittin’ suckers like Frank Jefferson wid suplexes. I also respect Yurei since she’s someone willin’ to work. As for comin’ out on top, dough, it’ll be eider her or Frankie who end up gettin’ dropped on our dance floor.
Kenzie: “Warm-hearted Warrior.” “Sweet Soldier.”
Azurine: You’re adept at alliteration, too? Den again, our blendin’ of personalities, styles, and beauty has made us more adhesive dan Gorilla Glue Duct Tape. We’re fully focused on winnin’ waltz after waltz until everyone in APWO recognizes us as top seed talent. We’re not da biggest, brashest, or boastful. Rad-er, on National Toast Day, we show our assigned adversaries who burnt bread why we’re blessed, best, and da brightest bulbs illuminatin’ da electric circuit known as Dursday Night Power Trip.
Our scene ends with Kenzie and Azurine performing a complicated secret handshake, giggling, and skipping to another historic landmark.
In a continuation from the previous show, marked by the tagline of it being recorded earlier, doors open and the world is led into the friendly atmosphere of togetherness after the bright light dims. People of many ways, some who can be seen as so different acting as close as family. Upon seeing Yūrei enter, the collective eyes greet the young athlete, followed by smiles and a warm welcome.
Yūrei: You see, this is what I fight for, this is what I give my life to. Funny how one can engage in a world of war and chaos in order to maintain peace, but it is something I do proudly.
As the group of people listen to Yūrei intently, the APWO star brings a few over in a friendly embrace before directing attention back over to the camera.
Yūrei: I know in due time I will be faced with a heavy challenge, not that what I’ve experienced before wasn’t one, but things will go to a different level. The beasts of temptation are bound to circle around me. Whether in the form of a troublesome partner or opposition that tries to test my patience and relatively friendly nature, it will come to being.
Some of the younger people within the group begin to show some worry over Yūrei’s words, but the simplest of gestures brings a sense of calm.
Yūrei: Thankfully we have all prepared for such a time, such trials and will welcome them the same as I am welcomed here every time I get the chance to visit.
The glow coming from Yūrei is clear and fills the room as more smiles fill it. Even with a more serious expression making its way to Yūrei’s face, there’s still that warmth to it.
Yūrei: So do make your attempt, bring your worst so that I may turn it around and use it to make way for the best. Not just the best for myself either, not the best for all of us, but the best for you too.
A soft chuckle escapes from Yūrei at that point, one shared with a few others in the room, only calming once Yūrei gestures again and continues.
Yūrei: While yes, I have lent my body and mind to such a selfish endeavor, I do so for all of us and for a purpose you will all discover soon enough. Do know though, that it will truly be a beautiful thing, and you will thank me for the grace bestowed on you all. I look forward to seeing you all soon. Let us grow and have glorious times together.
Giving a warm smile, and a nod of the head, Yūrei focuses on the supportive group as the feed cuts back over to the show.
Chet Morley: You know, I usually find spunk abhorrent but this Lemon kid as an 'it' factor that makes it hard to root against. Even when you're paid to be a prick on commentary.
Will Ashford: Dude. Kayfabe.
Chrysalis makes the tag first and Lemon was quick enough to avoid Cameron tagging out of the match at first but with a mule kick Cameron manages to get out of Lemon’s grip and tags in Roberts. As Roberts comes charging into the ring Lemon jumps at the incoming Roberts and with a running hurricanrana. Slingshotting Roberts across the ring. Following her right after and as Roberts gets to her knees still slightly dazed Lemon follows in with an enziguri kick and again goes for the cover. Getting a two count as Roberts manages to get her shoulder up right in the nick of time. As Lemon comes for Roberts again she counters the approach with a stiff kick to the gut and following it up with a swinging neckbreaker. Chrysalis has her hand reached out to get tagged back in Roberts is slow to move for a moment trying to shake off the cobwebs and reaches the tag just before Lemon can stop her.
Will Ashford: Here comes Cameron! Or as my Twitch Stream calls her, Mrs. Kyle! Be sure to catch me at Twitch.tv/OntheairWill!
Chet Morley: I really want to hit you.
Cameron comes in aiming to hit a clothesline but Lemon ducks and as Cameron turns towards her gets hit with a drop kick making her stumble back and Lemon hits the ropes and connects with a springboard cross body. She goes to her corner and tags in Chrysalis who has recovered and as Cameron gets to her feet she is hit with a chop to the chest making the crowd respond. She chops her again and again until she is in the corner. Chrysalis goes for another chop but Cameron ducks this time and moves around Chrysalis driving her into the corner with a shoulder block tackle before she grabs Chrysalis by the head and moves back a little she taunts the crowd for a moment before she snap suplexes Chrysalis who tumbles across the ring and Cameron kips up and poses a little not realizing that Chrysalis has tagged Lemon back into the match.
Chet Morley: Chrysalis and Lemon look like they've been teaming forever. Quick tags. keeping each other fresh. They'd make a hell of a title match for Absolution.
Will Ashford: Any one of these four would, honestly.
Chet Morley: No...just those two.
Lemon comes in like a house of fire, she ducks a clothesline from Cameron and hits a neckbreacker. However as she lifts her up, she gets too overexcited and whips Cameron into her corner! She tags out and Roberts tags back in. She charges in but BIG SUPERKICK BY ALEXIS LEMON!! Cameron has rolled ot the outside, trying to recover..SHE'S SPEARED BY CHRYSALIS!! Lemon scales the ropes..LEMON DROP!!
1!
2!!
3!!!
Winner: Alexis Lemon and Chrysalis
Backstage in the Sports and Entertainment Arena, we see Marisol arguing with the member of the catering staff.
Marisol: Look, you know that my meal bars would be an amazing inclusion in catering. Why not? I mean its only a matter of time before Whisper sponsors my patented Vilaro System. I mean once me and Trey beat Aluric and Legion, there won’t be any doubt in anyone's mind.
APWO Catering Woman: Well Miss Vilaro, thanks for your suggestion but we can’t just include them…
Marisol Vilaro huffs in disgust, before speaking again.
Marisol: Again, is this because I got pinned by someone whose secretly using my system? If anything that should be proof it works. You should all be eating out of my hand. I mean, lets be honest. I been sight seeing around here and well this country's reputation for obesity is understated.
APWO Catering Woman: N-No! It’s because—
Before the woman can complete her sentence, her eyes turn towards an incoming Kenzie, who strolls on the scene with a condescending smile.
Kenzie: Is this lady bothering you, Mari? She obviously wouldn’t know good, heathy food if it jumped onto her plate!
The brunette with light caramel highlights glances back at her friend Marisol.
Kenzie: I wouldn’t waste my mental energy on her, if I were you. It’s better we go straight to the source to advertise your meals - the people themselves. In the locker room, in the audience, and even those at home watching. See?
The Luminairy looks down, then glances back towards the nearby camera lens with a playful wink. Then, she looks at her green sling shoulder bag and pulls something out with a stylish flourish.
Kenzie: All of them should try Vilaró System protein milkshakes, now availible in strawberry banana flavor! Mm mm mm! Delicioso!
Kenzie shows off the product close to the screen with a cheesy grin, the milkshake a blend of pink and yellow with a professional Vilaró System label on the front. Marisol can’t help but smile brightly as she enjoys the free plugging of her product. As the Spanish beauty soon says proudly.
Marisol: How right you are, and its already selling out along with all the other goodies. Including the brand new Vilaró System supercookies, unlike normal fattening cookies which seeing all of you out there I know you have been sneaking to many since you were little. These ones are good for you filled with protein, and all the dietary fiber you need.
Kenzie: Fiber’s important! It helps your digestive system. You need to get rid of waste, like Azurine and I are about to get rid of Frankie Jefferson and Yurei from the APWO Road to Absolution tournament! What about you, Mari?
Marisol smiles brightly as she nods her head.
Marisol: Oh yes, and the waste we are getting rid of is a big thorn in me and Trey’s side, and that is Legion and Aluric. They think for one second they and their trainers can try and gatekeep on me? That my methods aren’t any good because I am a rookie? Please.
Kenzie: You might be a rookie, but you’ve been training for a long time, am I right? Years and years! You’re at peak human performance right now, and anyone who wants to doubt that is cruising for a bruising.
Marisol can’t help but smile in her obnoxious over the top cheesy grin as she says loudly.
Marisol: Exactly, and I am not a rookie at being a personal trainer hell I created an empire from nothing by myself, and now its an international company Vilaró Fitness is a worldwide brand now. They should all be chomping at the bit to have my company sponsor them, but after the impressive display you will see tonight, you will have no choice but to believe and work toward becoming a better you!
Kenzie: I’m all for that!
Marisol soon takes her seat in a chair, crossing one leg over the other. Taking a look at stuff on her cellphone nodding her head.
Kenzie: And Trey Bouchet is such a pro in tournaments that he’s running his own at an event called Suplayapalooza on April 30rd in Terrebonne Parish, Louisiana! He’ll be hosting the Plexcalibur Tournament, and that’s huge!
Marisol: Exactly, I mean if that's not a testament to the condition that man is in, then I don’t know what is. And you already know the type of shape I keep myself in, and together we are the Path to Powerplex.
Kenzie nods, agreeing with the other woman.
Kenzie: Listen, I’ve gotta go get ready. Good luck tonight!
Marisol: Thanks, you too. We are going to knock it out of the park and be the stars of the future.
“Da Adorkable Angel” Azurine Vebbins and “The Luminary” Kenzie can be seen sitting on steps of the Lincoln Memorial. Kenzie looks towards the famous redhead with a curious expression, her arms propping herself on the steps.
Kenzie: So we’re in the main event tonight. Are you nervous at all?
Azurine: I would be nervous as my alma mater’s mascot…“Da Ninnyhammer,” but practicin’ our taggin’ drills dis past weekend helped ease dose concerns.
Kenzie: Yeah, that was fun! And exhausting…
The older Rydell sister lets out a long, tired sigh to demonstrate how she’s feeling.
Kenzie: It’ll be worth it, though, Azzy! On the one hand, you’ve got the complacent “I Hate Ketchup” Frank Jefferson, the super rookie who thinks he’s already peaked. If you think you’ve already peaked, it’s all downhill from there, mhm. And next to him stands the respectable Yurei who wished us luck and remains steadfast in her no-nonsense goal of coming out on top at the end of this Path To Power tournament, even though she has major differences with her partner.
Azurine: And while our chanters may disagree on which one of us is da bigger name, I know when it’s time to work da corner, when to follow a lovely lady’s lead, and when to be a “Hardheaded Housewife” afire hittin’ suckers like Frank Jefferson wid suplexes. I also respect Yurei since she’s someone willin’ to work. As for comin’ out on top, dough, it’ll be eider her or Frankie who end up gettin’ dropped on our dance floor.
Kenzie: “Warm-hearted Warrior.” “Sweet Soldier.”
Azurine: You’re adept at alliteration, too? Den again, our blendin’ of personalities, styles, and beauty has made us more adhesive dan Gorilla Glue Duct Tape. We’re fully focused on winnin’ waltz after waltz until everyone in APWO recognizes us as top seed talent. We’re not da biggest, brashest, or boastful. Rad-er, on National Toast Day, we show our assigned adversaries who burnt bread why we’re blessed, best, and da brightest bulbs illuminatin’ da electric circuit known as Dursday Night Power Trip.
Our scene ends with Kenzie and Azurine performing a complicated secret handshake, giggling, and skipping to another historic landmark.
In a continuation from the previous show, marked by the tagline of it being recorded earlier, doors open and the world is led into the friendly atmosphere of togetherness after the bright light dims. People of many ways, some who can be seen as so different acting as close as family. Upon seeing Yūrei enter, the collective eyes greet the young athlete, followed by smiles and a warm welcome.
Yūrei: You see, this is what I fight for, this is what I give my life to. Funny how one can engage in a world of war and chaos in order to maintain peace, but it is something I do proudly.
As the group of people listen to Yūrei intently, the APWO star brings a few over in a friendly embrace before directing attention back over to the camera.
Yūrei: I know in due time I will be faced with a heavy challenge, not that what I’ve experienced before wasn’t one, but things will go to a different level. The beasts of temptation are bound to circle around me. Whether in the form of a troublesome partner or opposition that tries to test my patience and relatively friendly nature, it will come to being.
Some of the younger people within the group begin to show some worry over Yūrei’s words, but the simplest of gestures brings a sense of calm.
Yūrei: Thankfully we have all prepared for such a time, such trials and will welcome them the same as I am welcomed here every time I get the chance to visit.
The glow coming from Yūrei is clear and fills the room as more smiles fill it. Even with a more serious expression making its way to Yūrei’s face, there’s still that warmth to it.
Yūrei: So do make your attempt, bring your worst so that I may turn it around and use it to make way for the best. Not just the best for myself either, not the best for all of us, but the best for you too.
A soft chuckle escapes from Yūrei at that point, one shared with a few others in the room, only calming once Yūrei gestures again and continues.
Yūrei: While yes, I have lent my body and mind to such a selfish endeavor, I do so for all of us and for a purpose you will all discover soon enough. Do know though, that it will truly be a beautiful thing, and you will thank me for the grace bestowed on you all. I look forward to seeing you all soon. Let us grow and have glorious times together.
Giving a warm smile, and a nod of the head, Yūrei focuses on the supportive group as the feed cuts back over to the show.
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Vebbins and Jefferson start for their respective teams. Jefferson all but abandons his corner to march to the center of the ring, looking absolutely disgusted as Kenzie and Vebbins finish up another round of their secret handshake. Azurine and Frank exchange some words as Ref Jackson calls for the bell. Frank instantly goes for a giant haymaker but Vebbins ducks, popping up to deliver a pair of paintbrushing strikes. Jefferson tries agan and once more Vebbisn ducks, this time clapping both Jefferson's ears with open palm strikes to double him over, before bouncing off the ropes and nailing a running DDT! She springs to her feet and waves tot he crowd who pop big for one of their favorites.
Will Ashford: Vebbins showing right off the bat that size does not matter.
Chet Morley: If she keeps fucking around, Frank is gonna remind her why people are so convinced it does!
As if on Cue, Jefferson is back up and snatches Vebbins by the hair, cranking her back before flooring her with a massive open palm strike of his own!
Chet Morley: SEE?!
Jefferson lifts Vebbins back up as she winces in pain, taking her over in a big vertical suplex before transitioning over into a side headlock. As Ref Jackson kneels to check on her, Jefferson gets his feet on the middle ropes to lift himself and apply more pressure. Kenzie goes absolutely mad which causes Ref Jackson to look...a split second too late as Jefferson has removed his feet from the ropes. Azurine begins to fight up, elbowing Jefferson in the midsection until he fires her off into the ropes. She ducks a big boot attempt on the rebound, leaping up and nailing Jefferson with a reverse hurricanrana! Both competitors are down!! Kenzie begins furiously cheering for her partner as Yurei casually grabs the tag rope, and reaches toward the prone Jefferson.
Chet Morley: She spiked him so hard on his head he probably forgot who owes him money in this town!!
Will Ashford: but Azurine took a lot of punishment in that exchange and needs a moment to recover before reaching her corner!
Azurine is the first to get to her corner and tag in Kenzie, the two of them charge Jefferson who is barely on one knee. Kenzie hits a short-drop DDT simultaneously while Vebbins propels Jefferson's head into the mat with a running knee strike! She attempts to go for Yurei with an open palm stirke but Yurei evades and bashes Vebbin's face into the top turnbuckle! She then springboards in with a dropkick tot he back of Kenzie's head as she gets up. Yutei then rolls Jefferson to their corner before stepping out onto the apron, grabbing the tag rope and reaching in. Jefferson, looking both dazed and incensed reaches up and tags her in.
Chet Morley: What a frickin' weirdo.
Will Ashford: That's not nice Chet...it's true, but still. Not nice.
Yurei steps in between the middle and top rope and walks right up to Kenzie who greets her with a smile and offers a handshake. Yurei bows slightly, before taking the hand..and twisting her grip into a wristlock that drives Kenzie to one knee. Yurei begins mercilessly kneeing her in the face until Kenzie manages to catch a knee, falling back and breaking Yurei's grip while flattening her on the mat. Kenzie shifts and locks in an im pressive heel hook, cranking hard enough to draw a cry of pain from Yurei only for Jefferson to break it up with a punt kick to the head before he steps onto the apron...where Azurine Vebbins yanks his legs out from under him from the floor, causing him to eat the ring apron! He then turns into a massive open palm strike followed by a backstabber!
Chet Morley: Well thats not fair!
Will Ashford: Outside of the legal participants, it's on the ref's discretion to enforce what goes on outside..and i'm pretty sure Ref Jackson would allow them to have a knife fight as long as they weren't the legal participants!
Yurei and Kenzie get to their feet and lunge at each other, brawling it out in the center of the ring with forearms and elbows until Kenzie gets the upperhand with a low dropkick to the leg of Yurei she was working over. She goes to whip Yurei into a corner, but Yurei reverses! Kenzie slams into the corner and is instantly nailed with a big clothesline from Yurei who then grabs her, pulling her from the corner before spinning around and ramming her shoulder first into the ringpost! Kenzie cries in pain, backing out only to be caught with a release german suplex that flattens her!! Yurei goes for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THR--NO! AZURINE BREAKS IT UP!!
Azurine gets to her corner, and instantly begins cheering Kenzie on who scrambles over, favoring her shoulder to tag Azurine in. Azurine charges the furious Yurei and ducks a clothesline, springboarding off the middle rope and nailing her with a double axe handle! She then hits a picture perfect northern lights suplex that moves them closer to the corner! Vebbins pulls Yurei up with her, getting her in position for and nailing the DUPERPLEX! SECOND ROPLE FISHERMAN BRAINBUSTER!! SHE GOES FOR THE PIN BUT JEFFERSON HAS ALREADY SLID IN! He yanks Vebbins up and nails her with a big flapjack. He then knocks Kenzie from the apron with a massive big boot, and yells at Yurei to finish it! Yurei gets to her feet groggily, going and lifting the dazed Vebbins and...FYGIR!! SHE GOES FOR THE PIN!
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!
Chet Morley: AND THERES OUR FINAL ADVANCEMENT OF THE NIGHT!
Will Ashford: What a night! We may have gotten cheated out of two marquee matches, but I couldn't tell if I didn't know already.
Chet Morley: Be sure to tune in to the next edition of Power Trip! It's gonna be a doozy folks!
Vebbins and Kenzie make their way up the ramp looking dejected, but supporting one another while Jefferson exits through a side door, not sticking around to celebrate with Yurei who stares after the three of them, wearing a confident smirk and finding the hardcam to shrug, and motion across her waist as the show fades to black.
Will Ashford: Vebbins showing right off the bat that size does not matter.
Chet Morley: If she keeps fucking around, Frank is gonna remind her why people are so convinced it does!
As if on Cue, Jefferson is back up and snatches Vebbins by the hair, cranking her back before flooring her with a massive open palm strike of his own!
Chet Morley: SEE?!
Jefferson lifts Vebbins back up as she winces in pain, taking her over in a big vertical suplex before transitioning over into a side headlock. As Ref Jackson kneels to check on her, Jefferson gets his feet on the middle ropes to lift himself and apply more pressure. Kenzie goes absolutely mad which causes Ref Jackson to look...a split second too late as Jefferson has removed his feet from the ropes. Azurine begins to fight up, elbowing Jefferson in the midsection until he fires her off into the ropes. She ducks a big boot attempt on the rebound, leaping up and nailing Jefferson with a reverse hurricanrana! Both competitors are down!! Kenzie begins furiously cheering for her partner as Yurei casually grabs the tag rope, and reaches toward the prone Jefferson.
Chet Morley: She spiked him so hard on his head he probably forgot who owes him money in this town!!
Will Ashford: but Azurine took a lot of punishment in that exchange and needs a moment to recover before reaching her corner!
Azurine is the first to get to her corner and tag in Kenzie, the two of them charge Jefferson who is barely on one knee. Kenzie hits a short-drop DDT simultaneously while Vebbins propels Jefferson's head into the mat with a running knee strike! She attempts to go for Yurei with an open palm stirke but Yurei evades and bashes Vebbin's face into the top turnbuckle! She then springboards in with a dropkick tot he back of Kenzie's head as she gets up. Yutei then rolls Jefferson to their corner before stepping out onto the apron, grabbing the tag rope and reaching in. Jefferson, looking both dazed and incensed reaches up and tags her in.
Chet Morley: What a frickin' weirdo.
Will Ashford: That's not nice Chet...it's true, but still. Not nice.
Yurei steps in between the middle and top rope and walks right up to Kenzie who greets her with a smile and offers a handshake. Yurei bows slightly, before taking the hand..and twisting her grip into a wristlock that drives Kenzie to one knee. Yurei begins mercilessly kneeing her in the face until Kenzie manages to catch a knee, falling back and breaking Yurei's grip while flattening her on the mat. Kenzie shifts and locks in an im pressive heel hook, cranking hard enough to draw a cry of pain from Yurei only for Jefferson to break it up with a punt kick to the head before he steps onto the apron...where Azurine Vebbins yanks his legs out from under him from the floor, causing him to eat the ring apron! He then turns into a massive open palm strike followed by a backstabber!
Chet Morley: Well thats not fair!
Will Ashford: Outside of the legal participants, it's on the ref's discretion to enforce what goes on outside..and i'm pretty sure Ref Jackson would allow them to have a knife fight as long as they weren't the legal participants!
Yurei and Kenzie get to their feet and lunge at each other, brawling it out in the center of the ring with forearms and elbows until Kenzie gets the upperhand with a low dropkick to the leg of Yurei she was working over. She goes to whip Yurei into a corner, but Yurei reverses! Kenzie slams into the corner and is instantly nailed with a big clothesline from Yurei who then grabs her, pulling her from the corner before spinning around and ramming her shoulder first into the ringpost! Kenzie cries in pain, backing out only to be caught with a release german suplex that flattens her!! Yurei goes for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THR--NO! AZURINE BREAKS IT UP!!
Azurine gets to her corner, and instantly begins cheering Kenzie on who scrambles over, favoring her shoulder to tag Azurine in. Azurine charges the furious Yurei and ducks a clothesline, springboarding off the middle rope and nailing her with a double axe handle! She then hits a picture perfect northern lights suplex that moves them closer to the corner! Vebbins pulls Yurei up with her, getting her in position for and nailing the DUPERPLEX! SECOND ROPLE FISHERMAN BRAINBUSTER!! SHE GOES FOR THE PIN BUT JEFFERSON HAS ALREADY SLID IN! He yanks Vebbins up and nails her with a big flapjack. He then knocks Kenzie from the apron with a massive big boot, and yells at Yurei to finish it! Yurei gets to her feet groggily, going and lifting the dazed Vebbins and...FYGIR!! SHE GOES FOR THE PIN!
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!
Chet Morley: AND THERES OUR FINAL ADVANCEMENT OF THE NIGHT!
Will Ashford: What a night! We may have gotten cheated out of two marquee matches, but I couldn't tell if I didn't know already.
Chet Morley: Be sure to tune in to the next edition of Power Trip! It's gonna be a doozy folks!
Vebbins and Kenzie make their way up the ramp looking dejected, but supporting one another while Jefferson exits through a side door, not sticking around to celebrate with Yurei who stares after the three of them, wearing a confident smirk and finding the hardcam to shrug, and motion across her waist as the show fades to black.