Post by Admin on Mar 8, 2022 21:29:31 GMT
Somewhere in the Black Woods..
The camera fades in on a shot of a darkened wood, panning across the shadowed landscape while a hollow wind blows. A thin fog permeates the air as a shape moves into focus. Walking toward a clearing in the wood is Dionysus, holding a parcel in his arms. While he takes his time to survey, he does not appear fearful, taking confident steps into the clearing.[/color]
“Hello?” Dionysus asks the wood. His echoed voice decayed into the foliage, leaving him with an eerie silence.
Another beat of silence follows.
“Wendigo!” Dionysus calls out, louder this time to no direction in particular. “I know you are out here,” he clarifies, holding the parcel in front of him. “I can feel your presence nearby. It is alright; I am only here to talk. I have brought you a peace offering, should you choose to accept it.” He set the parcel near the base of a sturdy oak, using the same tree to assist himself back to his feet.
Dionysus, with an eerie calm, looked around the wood, knowing that the entity known as Wendigo was watching close by. “Look…this is awkward enough, talking out here like this. So I’m just going to shoot my shot. If you want to come out and say something after, so be it.” Dionysus grabbed a leaf from the ground, collecting his thoughts as he absentmindedly twirled the stem between his fingers. “See, I don’t think either one of us expected to be in this situation here…okay, not here here, but here as in our journey toward absolute power. We both were given partners who seemed more interested in advancing their own mutual destruction rather than overcome in spite of it. It left the two of us out in the cold…as outcasts, undesirables…misfits, if you want to use that word I suppose.”
He stared at the leaf in his hand, noting its delicate features, before dropping his hand and allowing the leaf to be carried by the hollow wind. “It isn’t something I can say I’m unfamiliar with. I know what it is like to be an outcast. But then again, it never bothered me; I took that honorific with pride and never let it describe who I am in full. Look, I know it can be easy for someone like you to want to push others away, to only rely on yourself and your animal-like instinct. But dammit, there is a time and a place for everyone to feel like they belong, that someone genuinely cares about them.”
A gust blew through the clearing, the cold cutting through Dionysus, but he did not allow himself to huddle over for warmth or shudder. “Wendigo…you and I are partners, at least for now. I know you and I can stem the tide and overcome these obstacles.” He paused, taking a deep breath.
“Wendigo…I want you.”
He let the words sit in the air for a moment before breaking the silence himself. “Now it is up to you if you want me as well. I won’t force you. We are equals.” He withdrew a cigarette from his coat pocket as he started to walk off, lighting it and taking a drag.
“Wait.” A deceptively soft voice called out as the sound of branches and twigs snapping resounded throughout the forest. A pale hand reaching out and running gently against the shoulders of Dionysus, before it slowly turned him around. The stark white face of Wendigo, her eyes staring into his own with a new emotion for the creature. The strange all consuming hunger that normally seemed to overtake her vision clouded instead by a strangely joyous expression. She was happy. Truly. Her hands rung slightly, turning her gaze away from Dionysus, and letting it fall on the parcel.
She reached down, picking it up and cradling it in her right hand before she turned to look back towards Dionysus. Offering him a smile. “I…want you too, God of Revelry.” She answered as she extended a hand to him. Offering the clawed extremity out in a sign of content satisfaction.
“I don’t think I’ve ever felt acceptance. Not like what you are doing. And I’m unused to the idea of it. But, yes. Partners. And one I am happy to call an ally in this war. One who isn’t in it for their own selfish desires, nor is it one who mocks me for what I am. So, yes. I want you too, Dionysus.” She reiterated with a smile, before looking out, towards the forest's edge. The joyous expression changed to one of stark determination.
“On to war.” She declared, speaking more for herself now. Her hand on the parcel flicked upward, tearing the brown parchment open. Inside the parcel was a bottle of wine…a bottle of Witching Hour.
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!
“HOW LONG UNTIL WE CAN CALL HER FM OLD?”
“CHRYSALIS CAN I BE ON YOUR PODCAST?!”
“NO REALLY WENDIGO BIT ME HELP”
“YUREI IS A SCIENTOLOGIST”
“I VOTED FOR FRANK”
“WE ARE NOT THE SAME”
“CHRYSALIS CAN I BE ON YOUR PODCAST?!”
“NO REALLY WENDIGO BIT ME HELP”
“YUREI IS A SCIENTOLOGIST”
“I VOTED FOR FRANK”
“WE ARE NOT THE SAME”
Chet Morley: Oh, fuck me.
Will Ashford: The air smells of cigarettes and fertility, Tom Waits is playing obnoxiously loud this could only mean one man…
Matthew Knox steps out from behind the curtain to a thunderous mixed reaction. He stares out at the crowd for a moment before heading down the ramp, slapping hands along the way that are offered. He slides in under the bottom rope, standing long enough to adjust his leather jacket and take another gander at those in attendance.
Will Ashford: Multiple promotions, multiple sneak attacks, attacks outside of the ring, rumors of kidnappings and assault…this rivalry between him and the Supreme Machine needs to be put to rest.
Chet Morley: And that fucking loon we work for decided to bring ‘em here? We’re all doomed.
Matthew is handed a microphone, and motions for his music to be cut. He stares out at the audience, listening to the cheers and tuning out the boos from the pockets of Lissie Hope stans. He raises the microphone finally, a smirk on his face.
Matthew Knox: Funny story…the first place I signed a contract with that was more than a VFW hall indy mudshow company was called APWO. Obviously, this isn’t the same place but there’s still that…inescapable feeling of coming home…So, right off. Thank you for welcoming me into your home, long enough to protect my own…
A slight swell in sound as Matthew pauses to let them react, smirking a bit before continuing.
Matthew Knox: For the uninitiated, me and Tom have a history. Nothing in it is good. We’re blood, we’re family, we’re both cursed and far past damned. The only difference if you ask me, and the goth kid smarks, is that I’m not so lazy and miserable that i’ve resigned myself to being a piece of shit to the world because i’ve had it rough.
Matthew Knox: We’ve stabbed one another, he helped screw me out of the PWV title, screwed me during the Roth tournament to get it back, I lit him on fire and took him off a roof. I’ve beaten the monster, and unlike some scrubs I didn’t need a firing line of tranq guns
Will Ashford: Welp, that’s gonna get Chris Page making another gif to defend Peter Vaughn
Chet Morley: hahaha bitch ass rook.
Matthew slowly lowers himself to sit in a cross legged in the center of the ring, resting one hand upon a kneecap as he keeps the mic close to his lips. He let out a slow breath before continuing.
Matthew Knox: I’ve grown weary of all the wars i’ve started, especially this one. This one where it is with my little cousin Tom. This one where he threatens to harm my wife, my children, my friends, and my students. So Tom, this is iit. This is the end of us, the end of you. Know that if you even appear to be close to me or mine after this? I will seek you out and start this war anew by staining the mat with your li–
Knox is interrupted by the aggressive drum-intro that heralds the arrival of the masked monster known as Supreme Machine. The lights go dark, and after a few moments they rise, revealing him standing in the ring, behind Knox. But this time, he doesn’t outright attack, but instead he holds a microphone.
Supreme Machine: Raven… You sure do love to talk. Even when our battle is already set… you still talk.
SuMa circles Knox to stand infront of him, staring down right into his eyes.
Supreme Machine: Aren’t you tired of it yet? Here we are Raven. Take a shot. For once in your life, act instead of debate. Or do we need to make the first move? As we always do? We strike, you talk. We strike, you talk. We strike again, you keep talking. Go on. For once… act.
He drops his hands to his sides and leans in closer to Knox, turning his head sideways. The message is clear. Take a free shot. Matthew stares up at his cousin before slowly rising to his feet, erasing most of the height difference. He smirks and raises the microphone, keeping his stare level with him.
Matthew Knox: You’ve already lost, don’t you see you fool? I talk, you lash out… I don’t go away. For all your power. For all your anger. All your machinations and all the innocents you’ve hurt and still threaten to…you haven’t scared me, Tom. And you never will..
A pause, he takes a step back.
Matthew Knox: But, since you insist…
And with that, the microphone is dropped and Knox leaps up, firing a thrust kick dead center into SuMa’s chest.The monster staggers, but doesn’t fall… and it looks like he is smiling. With a triumphant chuckle, SuMa lunges at Knox, tackling him into the corner with the force of a runaway train. He starts to rain blows on Knox one after another, until he grabs him by the throat, walks him to the center of the ring and tries to put him down with a chokebreaker. But Knox was prepared, using his own momentum to swing around to SuMa’s back, pulling him down with a backstabber, one half of his finisher. It doesn’t faze SuMa for long, the monster rolls to his feet almost at the same time as Knox, and we got a stand-off
Knox feigns a roundhouse but instead fires a superkick that connects with SuMa’s abdomen, doubling the monster over and causing him to take a step back. Knox follows up with a vicious axe kick that drives the monster to his knees. The fans are coming unglued as Matthew bounces off the ropes, going for a shining Wizard but SuMa catches him!! He goes for a powerbomb over the top rope but Knox reverses it into a hurricanrana that lays both men out! Knox, dazed and favoring his head reaches beneath the ring apron he’s sprawled out by and produces…A SHOVEL!
Will Ashford: We need to stop this, anytime these two have fought the collateral damage is insane.
Chet Morley: Yeah okay, you go talk to ‘em Billy Badass. I’ll wait right here.
Matthew measures SuMa, stalking him as he gets up and swings for the fences…The shovel snaps over the monster’s head, sending the spade skidding across the floor…and SuMA just laughs at the contact, instantly sending Knox reeling with a haymaker! SuMa goes for the spade, grabbing it like a hatchet by whats left of the handle! He turns to Knox and stalks him as Knox readies the rest of the shovel like a bo staff. Right as each raise their weapons, the mix of talent and security are upon them!
Enigma and Donny Mason both tackle SuMa down and help a few other guards subdue the big man while Shay and Helena Handbasket try to talk Knox down as security struggles to disarm him. At the top of the ramp, Emiliano Hernan has appeared and watches everything unfold with a smirk on his face.
Will Ashford: We need a second to get these two out of here, so enjoy these commercials kids!
Chet Morley: Or don’t, who gives a fuck. I WANNA SEE THE BIG GUY SPLIT SOME SKULLS
Ash Cameron vs ? ? ?
Winner: Ash Cameron
The view opens up in the locker room of one Donny Mason. The big englishman is doing his pre-match warmup of tapping away on his phone while absentmindedly taping his wrist. He looks up the camera and blinks.The bell sounds to get the match started and immediately Ash Cameron steps up to the smaller masked blonde Ali Faye to showcase the size difference between the two. Both women give a nod before locking up in the center of the ring. Ash shows her power advantage, easily pushing Faye away. The smaller woman ducks a lariat attempt on the pass but as she grabs a hold of the arm looking for the irish whip, Cameron uses her strong base to not only stay in place, but pulls her into a swinging side slam which gets a cheer from the crowd.
Chet Morley: Ash with a unique looking side slam there, but is opting not to go for the cover just yet.
Will Ashford: She’s showing what she can do, but she needs to keep her head in the game if she’s going to be taken seriously here as a contender and possible future champion.
Ash looks down at her opponent, giving a nod of respect for the grit already on display, but still grabs at her locks to bring her back to her feet. However just as she grabs her, Ali grabs onto her once again, using Ash’s own bent frame to roll her up in a quick pin attempt.
1!
The referee’s hand barely comes down for the one count before Ash is able to break out of the pin attempt, rolling back and immediately charging forward with a wicked boot to the masked face of Faye. While she still has a grin on her face, this one is far different than the one from earlier as she continues to soak in the support from the fans.
Will Ashford: I think Ash Cameron is done playing now.
Laying in a stiff forearm shot for good measure to make sure the small blonde doesn’t look to mount another type of comeback, Ash then hoists her up with ease, again using that power to show off with a few steps carrying around the woman before dropping her hard onto the canvas with the KQ Driver, wasting no time in going for the cover.
Chet Morley: Devastatingly vicious is that KQ Driver and you know that’s got to be it.
1!
2!!
3!!!
The official raises the hand of Ash Cameron who signals to the masses watching at home and the live crowd that the Hardcore Championship is coming home with her at Absolution.
Will Ashford: While Ali Faye showed some spirit, Ash kept focus like she said she would and made quick work of the masked wrestler.
Chet Morley: Now we need to see if she can do the same against the GOAT with the gold on the line.
Winner: Ash Cameron
Donny Mason: Oh, Right. This. Completely forgot I needed to do one.
He puts his phone away and stretches.
Donny Mason: So, I’m hoping tonight I actually get to wrestle, considering the shitshow last show was. If either Martin or Strader gets whacked before our match tonight, I’ll be really bloody mad. I came to APWO to wrestle, not to win by default. Cause that’s just lame.
He rolls his eyes.
Donny Mason: Especially since I really wanna know if me and Loggo can work together. But oh well. I can’t wait to actually get out there and wrestle my heart out. Cause unlike some folks, I got no desire to flaunt my achievements elsewhere and try to coast on those. I wanna work my way to the top so I can look back on my time in APWO and be proud. With a capital P
The kid winks.
Donny Mason: But I do intend to win. And go all the way to the top to claim the APWO title. Because I mean, with everyone going so hard on my supposed ugly face… it would KILL so many people to have to admit that I am the face of their company. Hell, some might outright just quit because my “ugly mug” is on the marquee with the big gold belt.
He stands up and flexes.
Donny Mason: But real talk, this isn’t a beauty competition. This is an ass-kicking competition. And that I am good at. So yeah .Tonight? I’m gonna make sure me and Loggo gonna win to get one step closer to the big gold belt. Simple, innit?
And with his somewhat awkward attempt at a catchphrase, we fade to black
In a darkened backroom, Molly Hatchet sits upon a tall wooden crate, her head hung low with long red hair framing her face. Elbows rest upon outstretched knees, taped hands limply hanging. She’s attired in her ring gear, dressed and ready to go, but the Ginger Ninja doesn’t seem like her usual, chipper self. Slowly she reaches into her pocket and pulls out the small slap strap that reads “Rebellious Ninjas” and stares at it for several seconds.
Molly: Oh dear friend Myra… I feel so bad fer ye’ tonight, for ya’ find me at tha’ end of me pitiful rope. When that bell rings tonight, it wonnae’ be a friendly competition. I’ve lost too much ta’ be just happy ta’ be here anymore…
Slowly her head lifts and we see wetness and reddening around her eyes, wet streaks running down her cheeks. Sadness intermixed with a menacing, withering scowl that is unsettling in it’s intensity as she stares into the lens.
Molly: I’ve been pushed, prodded, mocked, and made ta’ look like an utter fool and I cannae’ just smile, laugh, and make jokes of it anymore. Too many are laughin’ at me fer tha’ wrong reasons and now I feel as though I have ta’ go back to me roots… to the blood that used ta’ stain me hands when I fought in back alleys as a child in Scotland and tha’ outlaw wrestling shows where I got noticed in tha’ states.
There’s pain in her eyes as she looks back at the strap.
Molly: I’ve softened o’er the years…. Lost the edge that made me, yeah. Maybe that’s tha’ lies I tell, that I want tha’ world ta’ see me as somethin’ fun and grand. That I fight so hard against me nature that it costs me where I need it most. I was lighter weight and less talented then, but I had a killer instinct in me that few could match.
A soft, sad little chuckle sounds out, passing through freckled lips.
Molly: Sure, me mouth was bigger than me bite back then. I got bones broken, got hurt plenty, but it ne’er stopped me, it just made me want ta’ get better so I could return tha’ favor someday and yet somethin’ happened to me as I found joy in tha’ love of tha’ fans. I embraced them, let their happiness fill me and fer a time, it was grand. I was loved and cherished. I wanted more of that feelin’ and chased it like tha’ high of a drug.
Her thumbs slowly rub the Rebellious Ninjas label.
Molly: All that love but none of tha’ respect. I cannae’ get past it anymore. Kitty Dark was not tha’ first ta’ point this out ta’ me, but truth be told, she’s tha’ only one that e’er said it that I had any respect fer. Usually, those lines were said by those who only wanted ta’ hurt and destroy me, people who were nasty, hateful things that only e’er wanted ta’ sink me down to their level.
She looks back at the camera, fighting the pain and focusing more on her anger.
Molly: That got me ta’ thinkin’ about those words… they are true. I’m not tha’ killer anymore btu someone coasting on the laurels of her past, putting on smiles and trying ta’ please e’eryone while talkin’ big and tough like a blowhard, but what have I truly done ta’ back it all up? Maybe I DDT’d a bitch’s head into tha’ pavement as a good first step in tha’ right direction on a previous show. Now I stand before someone who I have so much respect fer and shared some good times, formin’ a real bond with her, but now… I’ve ta destroy her, I’ve ta sacrifice Myra Rivers to tha’ violence just ta’ show my doubters that I’m sincere.
Molly pushes herself off the box.
Molly: Tonight, I’m not tha’ Ginger Ninja… I’m just Bloody Molly Hatchet. No more laughs, no more jokes, no more cheap fun. I’m comin’ out to that ring as tha’ wee lass who stepped off tha’ boat at sixteen, full of anger and hatred, ready ta’ show tha’ world that tha’ size of tha’ fight within her is colossal.
She then turns her back to the camera, a slight shudder briefly vibrating her tiny, fit body.
Molly: When the match begins, tha’ power of friendship ends and tha’ violence begins. I’ll understand if ye’ donnae’ want ta’ be friendly with me after this, Myra. I’ll be out fer yer blood till ye’ submit or I knock ye’ down fer tha’ one, two, three. It wonnae’ continue after the end bell chimes thrice.
There’s a small tap heard as Molly sets the strap down on the crate.
Molly: What I’m about to unleash, no one forgives and since I’m trash to so many anyway, I wonnae’ be askin’ fer it either. Nothin’ personal… tis business now.
She turns and walks out of frame, the camera zooming in on the Rebellious Ninjas lettering on the small strip of leather before cutting back to ringside.
The show cuts to Myra Rivers backstage who, despite the events of the previous show, is in a positive, upbeat spirit. There is, however, some concern on her face but her body language is indicating that the concern isn’t for herself at all. She puts things into perspective as she begins to express her thoughts.
Myra Rivers: You know… if you bothered to read Molly Hatchet’s Twitter page lately and if you read her reactions to what took place two weeks ago, you would think she was the one that got pinned in that tag match…
…except… she wasn’t…
It was me…
And yet, she’s taking it SUPER hard. As a competitor, I get it. I can sympathize with that. Hell, I can empathize with that. The struggle to become a world champion is incredibly hard and very few know that more than I do. I get it. Molly, when I look at you and when I see the behavior that you exhibit lastly, I am concerned… and I mean VERY concerned for you and for the state of your psyche. When I look at you, I see someone that is on the verge of being the same broken woman that I was six months ago when I went through the third of a string of three straight heartbreakers that nearly sent me packing. I broke, six months ago, Molly. It was the worst feeling in the world. I was feeling like I was never going to be a world champion again and I was feeling like everyone that doubted me was right and that I was ‘never going to be enough’ so to speak. I let my own insecurities have power over me the same way that you’ve let yours have power over you in the last two weeks. I admit that I haven’t necessarily talked about our match that much and I have been on the down low with things, but the fact of the matter is, even that is better than the pity party you’ve had lately.
I get how you feel.
And coming from someone that has BEEN down the road that you are being on right now, I am going to be blunt as hell and I am going to tell you straight up that this is not the way to be. You see, when you go through the struggles and the heartbreak and when those insecurities of yours get triggered and you’re getting overwhelmed by the heartbreak and disappointment at times, you have THREE choices to make. Choice number one? You feel sorry for yourself, have a pity party, act as if there is nothing but doom and gloom ahead and then just repeat the same pattern again until the next heartbreak or the next disappointment comes along. That was my FORMER path. It was the path I walked away from six months ago when I decided I didn’t want to feel sorry for myself anymore. I let heartbreak after heartbreak pile on me like a burden. It kept dragging me down. Choice number two? It was another former path of mine: go down the path of darkness and give up on everything you fight for, scorch the earth and fuck everyone else.
Some of your behaviors worry me in the sense that you may become more reckless and that you may burn your bridges. As someone that, again, has been there before, this is not the path you want to go down.
Then there’s the fighter path… the path that I’ve BEEN ON the last six months. Was I disappointed in what happened two weeks ago? You’re damn right I was. It was a temporary pride bruiser, but I admit that. But I handled the outcome so much better than you did. I’ve focused on my business and done what I need to do whereas it seems like you’ve had a prolonged conflict with yourself ever since. I’M the one with more of a reason to have a pity party and a mental breakdown, yet it’s YOU that’s going down that path? I worry that beating you is just going to push you further down a path that you are going to regret later, but at this point, I can’t worry about that so much because I’ve got to go in there and take care of business. That’s what I am going to do tonight. I can’t hold your hand, Molly. I can’t be your mother. I can’t tell you how to carry yourself. I can preach until I’m blue in the face what the right path is, but I can’t force you to take it.
All I can do is provide some perspective and by beating you tonight? I show you how a champion conducts herself in the face of adversity and when faced with the need to be resilient and to persevere through said adversity. I HOPE you take something positive out of this, Molly. Seriously…
Whatever concern Myra was wearing on her face when the camera came on is gone at this point. She’s all focused on the business at hand as the scene fades out.
Myra Rivers vs Molly Hatchet
Chet Morley: Power Trip always delivers.
Both ladies lock up in the center of the ring and the crowd is divided on who to cheer for as they love both these ladies equally. The Irish spitfire manages to push the veteran Myra into the corner but gives a clean break the moment the referee asks for it and they try again this time Myra gets the upper hand and pushes Molly into the ropes and grabs to send Molly across the ring and when Molly bounces back from the ropes she ducks underneath the clothesline attempt and jumps, springboarding off the ropes with a dropkick that sends Myra crashing to the mat.
Will Ashford: Molly coming out strong, looking to make up for her rough start here in APWO
Chet Morley: If you pay attention to the socializing media, she's been actin kinda funky lately. Might just make the night worse for Molly
The crowd is still mixed as she does this. Myra gets to her feet quickly and as Molly comes charging in she is hit with a lightning quick roundhouse kick and now Molly has to shake off the cobwebs. Myra follows it up with a springboard bulldog the moment Molly had shakily gotten to her feet but kicks out almost immediately the moment Myra goes for the pin. Again mixed reactions but mostly cheers as the crowd does not want the match to end already. Myra goes to pick up Molly but Molly drives her into the corner and follows it up with a knife edge chop causing the crowd to react. She goes for it again but waits a moment too long and Myra manages to duck underneath her arm and immediately returns the favor. Both ladies are evenly matched and Myra tries to get a grip on Molly’s arm to drag her down into an armbar but Molly counters it with an armdrag.
Chet Morley: Once again, Molly imposing her will on Myra.
Will Ashford: She seems hyper aggressive tonight.
As both ladies get to their feet Myra takes a wild swing at Molly who ducks it and grabs Myra for a belly to belly suplex. Immediately hooking the legs for the pin but at the count of one Myra kicks out. Molly quickly mounts Myra and lays it in with some heavy punches. Myra counters by rolling them over and landing some fierce punches of her own. Both ladies roll away from each other shaking off the effects of the punches. They step towards each other and fist bump in appreciation before they lock up again with a collar and elbow tie up.
Will Ashford: Love some sportsWOMANship.
Chet Morley: That ain't gonna get you no tail, Billy.
This time Molly strikes first and pulls Myra in for a stiff knee to the gut follows it up by jumping in with a running hurricanrana but Myra rolls out of the ring and the referee starts the count. Both ladies take a moment to breathe before Myra rolls back into the ring and rushes in with a spear and as she goes for the pin Molly kicks out at 2. The crowd cheers wildly as these ladies are giving it their all for them and they appreciate it.
Will Ashford: No one here should be surprised at the quality of fight these two warriors are giving us!
They lock up again in the middle of the ring and it is obvious that the match has taken it’s toll on both of them and Molly manages to push Myra of her and grabs her arm before she wildly flings her to the ropes as Myra comes bouncing back she attempts the clothesline which Molly ducks and on her way back Myra ducks underneath the backhand chop that Molly wanted to deliver and Myra jumps on the ropes and with a diving crossbody takes both ladies down to the mat clutching their stomachs. Myra goes to lift Molly up, but the scotswoman lets out a roar and breaks from her grasp. She pays Myra a stiff right to the jaw, then snatches and...YOUR CROSS TO BARE!!!
Chet Morley: HOLY FU
Will Ashford: HATCHET HIT HER FINISHER OUT OF NOWHERE!
Molly sneers down at Myra for a moment before placing her foot confidently upon her chest.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!
Will Ashford: Molly coming out strong, looking to make up for her rough start here in APWO
Chet Morley: If you pay attention to the socializing media, she's been actin kinda funky lately. Might just make the night worse for Molly
The crowd is still mixed as she does this. Myra gets to her feet quickly and as Molly comes charging in she is hit with a lightning quick roundhouse kick and now Molly has to shake off the cobwebs. Myra follows it up with a springboard bulldog the moment Molly had shakily gotten to her feet but kicks out almost immediately the moment Myra goes for the pin. Again mixed reactions but mostly cheers as the crowd does not want the match to end already. Myra goes to pick up Molly but Molly drives her into the corner and follows it up with a knife edge chop causing the crowd to react. She goes for it again but waits a moment too long and Myra manages to duck underneath her arm and immediately returns the favor. Both ladies are evenly matched and Myra tries to get a grip on Molly’s arm to drag her down into an armbar but Molly counters it with an armdrag.
Chet Morley: Once again, Molly imposing her will on Myra.
Will Ashford: She seems hyper aggressive tonight.
As both ladies get to their feet Myra takes a wild swing at Molly who ducks it and grabs Myra for a belly to belly suplex. Immediately hooking the legs for the pin but at the count of one Myra kicks out. Molly quickly mounts Myra and lays it in with some heavy punches. Myra counters by rolling them over and landing some fierce punches of her own. Both ladies roll away from each other shaking off the effects of the punches. They step towards each other and fist bump in appreciation before they lock up again with a collar and elbow tie up.
Will Ashford: Love some sportsWOMANship.
Chet Morley: That ain't gonna get you no tail, Billy.
This time Molly strikes first and pulls Myra in for a stiff knee to the gut follows it up by jumping in with a running hurricanrana but Myra rolls out of the ring and the referee starts the count. Both ladies take a moment to breathe before Myra rolls back into the ring and rushes in with a spear and as she goes for the pin Molly kicks out at 2. The crowd cheers wildly as these ladies are giving it their all for them and they appreciate it.
Will Ashford: No one here should be surprised at the quality of fight these two warriors are giving us!
They lock up again in the middle of the ring and it is obvious that the match has taken it’s toll on both of them and Molly manages to push Myra of her and grabs her arm before she wildly flings her to the ropes as Myra comes bouncing back she attempts the clothesline which Molly ducks and on her way back Myra ducks underneath the backhand chop that Molly wanted to deliver and Myra jumps on the ropes and with a diving crossbody takes both ladies down to the mat clutching their stomachs. Myra goes to lift Molly up, but the scotswoman lets out a roar and breaks from her grasp. She pays Myra a stiff right to the jaw, then snatches and...YOUR CROSS TO BARE!!!
Chet Morley: HOLY FU
Will Ashford: HATCHET HIT HER FINISHER OUT OF NOWHERE!
Molly sneers down at Myra for a moment before placing her foot confidently upon her chest.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!
Winner: Molly Hatchet
Risa Jackson vs Kenzie
The referee called for the bell to be rung and both ladies tie up in the center of the ring there is a little back and forth pushing as neither one can get the upper hand and Risa switches tactics sending Kenzie towards the ropes but misses on the kick she was aiming at Kenzie who ducks the attempt and as she bounces of the ropes Kenzie misses the clothesline that Risa managed to avoid.
Will Ashford: This looks to be a great ma--
Chet Morley: FUCK ITS THE NINJAS AGAIN!
All of a sudden a group of masked individuals dressed in black storm the ring. They target both ladies at the same time in their attack and the referee calls for the bell ending the match. Ending it with a draw due to outside interference. The masked individuals are ruthless in their attack and as the referee signals for backup both ladies are already down and out before Enigma and the security team can make it to ringside. The masked individuals escape through the crowd too fast for Enigma and the security to chase them. The ringside doctor and the trainer Whisper are in the ring to check on the ladies before they are helped to the back.
Chet Morley: I'm about to get some ninja spray
Will Ashford: That's not a thing.
Chet Morley: WELL IT OUGHT'A BE!
Will Ashford: This looks to be a great ma--
Chet Morley: FUCK ITS THE NINJAS AGAIN!
All of a sudden a group of masked individuals dressed in black storm the ring. They target both ladies at the same time in their attack and the referee calls for the bell ending the match. Ending it with a draw due to outside interference. The masked individuals are ruthless in their attack and as the referee signals for backup both ladies are already down and out before Enigma and the security team can make it to ringside. The masked individuals escape through the crowd too fast for Enigma and the security to chase them. The ringside doctor and the trainer Whisper are in the ring to check on the ladies before they are helped to the back.
Chet Morley: I'm about to get some ninja spray
Will Ashford: That's not a thing.
Chet Morley: WELL IT OUGHT'A BE!
Will Ashford: The action just keeps rolling and we're about to head back to the ring.
Chet Morley: Power Trip always delivers.
Before the competitors for the next match can be announced the lights go out. A bolt of blue lightning hits the ramp producing a burst of smoke and when it clears standing in a spotlight arms stretched out to the side wearing jeans and a t-shirt that reads "The A-Side has arrived in APWO!" is JC Keeton. The crowd explodes with cheers before the beat to "Born Legendary" by Emanuel Vo Williams hits.
-I crawled out the gutter
-I rose to the top
-My reign everlasting
-I can’t be stopped
-I was made for the throne
-Rise up til I moan
-You been waiting on a ruler
-Well I’m home
As soon as he says the word "Home" pyro explodes from the rampway as JC Keeton walks towards the ring to a very positive reaction contrary to what Lissie Hope would have you believe. JC hops up on the apron, steps through the ropes and retrieves a microphone from his back pocket.
Will Ashford: We knew he was coming and now one of the fastest rising stars in the business is standing in an Absolute Power Wrestling Organization ring!
Chet Morley: Indeed he is, let's hear what the son of the legendary Jake Keeton had to say. He faces Risa Jackson at Absolution to be crowned our first TV Champion.
JC waits for the crowd to die down before raising the mic to his lips.
JC Keeton: Washington, DC! **massive pop** I watched my Dad win a World Title in this city when I was seven. A lot has changed in the World and in professional wrestling since 2005 though. My old man has long since retired but there's still a Keeton selling out arenas and putting asses in seats seventeen years later. I've accomplished more in my short career than most will by the time they retire. Now I'm here in APWO to continue to rack up more accolades and accomplishments.
Will Ashford: He has a huge one coming up at Absolution.
Chet Morley: I'm sure he's about to tell us all about it.
JC Keeton: In two weeks at APWO's first Supercard I'll get my first chance to do that. And I say chance because nothing is ever certain but the odds are clearly in my favor when I step into the ring with Risa to become the first APWO Television Champions. I'm sure some are thinking why wasn't I part of the Path to Power, well I'm a businessman and the contract negotiation took a little longer than we expected but we got it done. Part of the bargaining involved me getting the first crack at the TV title to make up for missing out on the chance to be World Champion. I prefer this anyway because it takes me one match to be a champion. I'll repeat what I said on Twitter that it's not the name of the belt but who's holding it that matters. Any belt I can hold is automatically gonna mean more. That might sound extremely arrogant but it's true. You're telling me if Travis Blake ends up being World Champion and JC Keeton is Television Champion it's not immediately gonna feel like the TV title is more important? Don't nobody know who the fuck Travis Blake is.
The crowd pops and JC laughs.
JC Keeton: Now somebody that most everyone knows is Risa. I know her too. We've never been in the ring together but we did wrestle for the same promotion back in 2020. I was fighting for World Titles and she was fighting for the lowest tier hardcore trash belt in the company. We got along well and were friendly enough with each other but with stakes like this I ain't got a friend good enough I wouldn't kick in the teeth. See ya in Rome, Tiger.
He drops the mic and exits the ring to a huge ovation.
The lights in the locker room are low, bulbs flickering as though they’re on the verge of dying the deeper one moves into the room. At the back, the benches are pushed aside, stacked on top of another to block access to a good majority of the lockers. There’s a rough circle etched on the floor, soot-black with a smaller one contained within that’s pale and granular, as though one has been drawn with mud and the other with salt. Sitting in the middle of that mess is a hunched figure, rocking slightly as words are muttered almost too inaudible to be understood – all at once the sound stops, motions stilling as her head snaps around, the features visible despite the gloom. As if the hot pink and black attire that’s completely at odds with the rest of the scene isn’t enough of a clue, that glimpse of pale features and greenish-gold eyes cements her identity: it’s Kitty Dark. She laughs softly and shakes her head, speaking to someone unseen.
KITTY DARK: Don’t step on the mome raths.
FM Young steps out of the corner of the room, pulling on her elbow pad and flexing her shoulder. The big woman is half in her wrestling gear, still shrugging off her civilian jacket. The gear in much more tame royal purples, slivers and blacks than Kitty’s. She looks down, notices the chalk outline and grunts, deliberately stepping over them.
FM YOUNG: Not that I’m against black magicks here, Darklord Funk, but what’re you up to?
KITTY DARK” Cleansing and centering. Mostly.
She reaches up to tuck an errant strand of hair behind her ear, forcing a tight smile.
KITTY DARK: It’s been a strange few days and tonight I feel a hell of an undertow. Just a few precautions, that’s all. I can’t… I won’t let you down.
FM Young shrugs and sits down on one of the benches slightly away from Kitty. Effy takes out a cigarette, nods at Kitty in a gesture to ask if it was ok to light it. She does when Kitty affirms, and shakes the lighter out, blowing out a smoke ring.
FM YOUNG:Ah yeah, been a weird week here. Don’t worry you ain’t letting me down, you and me? We’ve got this. I’ve been working with Lemon this weekend. She thinks she’s being clever, scouting me, but surprise.
Effy wiggles her eyebrows, pulling off her sneakers to get her wrestling boots on. The smoke from her cigarette clouds around her face as she takes another drag.
FM YOUNG: It works both ways. She’s talented for a youngin, and she’ll go far. But I’ve got her set. See, you, Kitty. Eli, Dion, Donny, The fucking Wendigo roaming around…It’s a field of monsters. You’ve embraced it, Eli’s fighting it. Me? I just *am.* I’m the comfortable monster. I don’t regret doing what I’ve got to do to win. The kids can climb over me if they *can,* same as everyone else. I’ll be damned if I’ve ever made it easy for *anyone.* I never turn it off, I never stop. I’m friends with the monster under my bed.
FM stretches again as she laces up her boots, looking over at Kitty.
FM YOUNG: I am slightly worried about you and the Wendigo, that’s all sorted, right? I’m going to trust you if you tell me now that I’m not watching my back against three people on my second match of a night.
Kitty leans forward, stretching her arms out as she moves into a modified yoga pose, her fingertips sweeping through the salt and smudging the chalk circle.
KITTY DARK : If I tell you not to worry, I know you will anyway. Eyes in the back of your head, always waiting for that stab in the back. I can smell that on you. It’s better than the stench of bravado and fear coming from those two little pissants.
She lets out a sigh and straightens before moving gracefully to her feet. Slowly, she turns and meets FM’s gaze, holding it for a moment longer than was really polite before closing the distance between them.
KITTY DARK: If you’re asking me what rabbit hole I’m going to go down tonight, I’m not sure. The darkness calls me… gods, I can feel it clawing at my insides.
Reaching out, Kitty rests a hand on her shoulder.
KITTY DARK: You’re safe, I promise. I actually like you.
FM looks at Kitty, stubs out her smoke, finishes pulling her gear on, and stands up, also patting Kitty on the shoulder.
FM YOUNG: The paranoia is well learned, survival instincts you know? But I will trust you. You’re good to go? Give in to the darkness if you need, so long as I’m not on the radar. Then we take the children out to the woodshed and teach them their lessons. After that? You get the drinking ginge and I’ll fight with the hellhound. It won’t be easy, but I’ve survived a hell of a lot. I’m not about to go out easy to any other monster. I mean it, Kitty, you and me can get to that last match.
Effy bumps her shoulder into Kitty with a playful smile.
FM YOUNG:I like you too, my kinda…Whatever particular brand of horror you are. I like it. I’ll let you be, just glad we’re on the same page. See you out there in gorilla position.
With that FM moves past Kitty, a friendly easy smile back on her face as she leaves the darkened room. The smile that remains on Kitty’s face is more predatory before it fades and she turns to look back at the messy circles on the floor. Her expression seems haunted as she murmurs one last thing to the shadowy room, the cadence the same as before although it’s a bit louder now.
KITTY DARK: O frabjous day. Callooh. Callay.
She keeps repeating that refrain over and over, speeding up until it all blurs together into sheer nonsense that’s back to being muttered under her breath as she finally makes her way to the door, following after her partner.
KITTY DARK: O frabjous day. Callooh. Callay. Ofrabjousday. Callooh. Callay. Ofrabjousdaycalloohcallay.
The lights in the locker room are low, bulbs flickering as though they’re on the verge of dying the deeper one moves into the room. At the back, the benches are pushed aside, stacked on top of another to block access to a good majority of the lockers. There’s a rough circle etched on the floor, soot-black with a smaller one contained within that’s pale and granular, as though one has been drawn with mud and the other with salt. Sitting in the middle of that mess is a hunched figure, rocking slightly as words are muttered almost too inaudible to be understood – all at once the sound stops, motions stilling as her head snaps around, the features visible despite the gloom. As if the hot pink and black attire that’s completely at odds with the rest of the scene isn’t enough of a clue, that glimpse of pale features and greenish-gold eyes cements her identity: it’s Kitty Dark. She laughs softly and shakes her head, speaking to someone unseen.
KITTY DARK: Don’t step on the mome raths.
FM Young steps out of the corner of the room, pulling on her elbow pad and flexing her shoulder. The big woman is half in her wrestling gear, still shrugging off her civilian jacket. The gear in much more tame royal purples, slivers and blacks than Kitty’s. She looks down, notices the chalk outline and grunts, deliberately stepping over them.
FM YOUNG: Not that I’m against black magicks here, Darklord Funk, but what’re you up to?
KITTY DARK” Cleansing and centering. Mostly.
She reaches up to tuck an errant strand of hair behind her ear, forcing a tight smile.
KITTY DARK: It’s been a strange few days and tonight I feel a hell of an undertow. Just a few precautions, that’s all. I can’t… I won’t let you down.
FM Young shrugs and sits down on one of the benches slightly away from Kitty. Effy takes out a cigarette, nods at Kitty in a gesture to ask if it was ok to light it. She does when Kitty affirms, and shakes the lighter out, blowing out a smoke ring.
FM YOUNG:Ah yeah, been a weird week here. Don’t worry you ain’t letting me down, you and me? We’ve got this. I’ve been working with Lemon this weekend. She thinks she’s being clever, scouting me, but surprise.
Effy wiggles her eyebrows, pulling off her sneakers to get her wrestling boots on. The smoke from her cigarette clouds around her face as she takes another drag.
FM YOUNG: It works both ways. She’s talented for a youngin, and she’ll go far. But I’ve got her set. See, you, Kitty. Eli, Dion, Donny, The fucking Wendigo roaming around…It’s a field of monsters. You’ve embraced it, Eli’s fighting it. Me? I just *am.* I’m the comfortable monster. I don’t regret doing what I’ve got to do to win. The kids can climb over me if they *can,* same as everyone else. I’ll be damned if I’ve ever made it easy for *anyone.* I never turn it off, I never stop. I’m friends with the monster under my bed.
FM stretches again as she laces up her boots, looking over at Kitty.
FM YOUNG: I am slightly worried about you and the Wendigo, that’s all sorted, right? I’m going to trust you if you tell me now that I’m not watching my back against three people on my second match of a night.
Kitty leans forward, stretching her arms out as she moves into a modified yoga pose, her fingertips sweeping through the salt and smudging the chalk circle.
KITTY DARK : If I tell you not to worry, I know you will anyway. Eyes in the back of your head, always waiting for that stab in the back. I can smell that on you. It’s better than the stench of bravado and fear coming from those two little pissants.
She lets out a sigh and straightens before moving gracefully to her feet. Slowly, she turns and meets FM’s gaze, holding it for a moment longer than was really polite before closing the distance between them.
KITTY DARK: If you’re asking me what rabbit hole I’m going to go down tonight, I’m not sure. The darkness calls me… gods, I can feel it clawing at my insides.
Reaching out, Kitty rests a hand on her shoulder.
KITTY DARK: You’re safe, I promise. I actually like you.
FM looks at Kitty, stubs out her smoke, finishes pulling her gear on, and stands up, also patting Kitty on the shoulder.
FM YOUNG: The paranoia is well learned, survival instincts you know? But I will trust you. You’re good to go? Give in to the darkness if you need, so long as I’m not on the radar. Then we take the children out to the woodshed and teach them their lessons. After that? You get the drinking ginge and I’ll fight with the hellhound. It won’t be easy, but I’ve survived a hell of a lot. I’m not about to go out easy to any other monster. I mean it, Kitty, you and me can get to that last match.
Effy bumps her shoulder into Kitty with a playful smile.
FM YOUNG:I like you too, my kinda…Whatever particular brand of horror you are. I like it. I’ll let you be, just glad we’re on the same page. See you out there in gorilla position.
With that FM moves past Kitty, a friendly easy smile back on her face as she leaves the darkened room. The smile that remains on Kitty’s face is more predatory before it fades and she turns to look back at the messy circles on the floor. Her expression seems haunted as she murmurs one last thing to the shadowy room, the cadence the same as before although it’s a bit louder now.
KITTY DARK: O frabjous day. Callooh. Callay.
She keeps repeating that refrain over and over, speeding up until it all blurs together into sheer nonsense that’s back to being muttered under her breath as she finally makes her way to the door, following after her partner.
KITTY DARK: O frabjous day. Callooh. Callay. Ofrabjousday. Callooh. Callay. Ofrabjousdaycalloohcallay.
Lissie Hope vs Todd Williams
Alexis Lemon and Chrysalis vs FM Young and Kitty Dark
From the moment this match got on it’s way it was quite obvious for everyone in attendance that Todd was no match for Lissie. She started with that lethal combination of stick punches and hard kicks driving Todd into the corner when she had him there she did not let up on her attack until the referee made her. When Todd tried to shake it off she had already returned and climbed to the second rope landing punches on him with the crowd counting along for the ten. Lissie jumped down and grabbed him by the arm, whipping him hard across the ring, his back slamming into the turnbuckles and he went down to his knees.
Will Ashford: Todd hasn’t really gotten out of the starting block for this match.
Chet Morley: Well, can’t be too surprised. Lissie been itchin for a fight, been screwed twice. He’s gettin 3 ass whoopins in one!
Lissie took the opening charging in with a vicious knee shot to the head. The crowd favorite is definitely Lissie as they cheer for the hurting she is putting on Todd. Grabbing a handful of the dreads she snapmares him to the mat following it up with a vicious kick to the spine. Lissie is waiting on him to get to his feet and he does so quite slowly after that kick to the spine but as he stands up finally Lissie strikes again but this time it is with Lights out! Her hard hitting jumping twisting knee to the face. She covers him for the pinfall
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!
Will Ashford: And Lissie Hope had a match!
Chet Morley: PRAISED BE!
The referee calls for the bell and raises Lissie’s hand in victory.
Will Ashford: Todd hasn’t really gotten out of the starting block for this match.
Chet Morley: Well, can’t be too surprised. Lissie been itchin for a fight, been screwed twice. He’s gettin 3 ass whoopins in one!
Lissie took the opening charging in with a vicious knee shot to the head. The crowd favorite is definitely Lissie as they cheer for the hurting she is putting on Todd. Grabbing a handful of the dreads she snapmares him to the mat following it up with a vicious kick to the spine. Lissie is waiting on him to get to his feet and he does so quite slowly after that kick to the spine but as he stands up finally Lissie strikes again but this time it is with Lights out! Her hard hitting jumping twisting knee to the face. She covers him for the pinfall
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!
Will Ashford: And Lissie Hope had a match!
Chet Morley: PRAISED BE!
The referee calls for the bell and raises Lissie’s hand in victory.
The scene opens up on Shay standing next to APWO’s backstage interviewer, the immensely lovely Marionette. Shay is already in her colorful gear to match her colorful tag team partner Eli.
Marionette : Hi everyone I am here backstage with Shay! Shay tonight you might be in two matches if you manage to beat the team of Frank Jefferson and Yurei. Are you prepared for that.
Shay : Both my partner and myself are trained to handle more than two matches a night. But I am not looking beyond the first match. Frank Jefferson might be as slimy as a snake the man truly knows how to wrestle. His partner I have trained with and Yurei is as talented as they come. I just can't help but wonder how well they work together because they are not as well prepared for it as we are.
Marionette : How do you mean.
Shay : Frank barely remembered that it is a tag team match. He is too busy with his feud with Eli. While he is busy with the Tiger.. This Tigress might just kick your head off. You see I am not going to be as stupid as to ignore him. I wish I could because I am sick of hearing his voice already and might just mute him on twitter because he is just so annoying. I know he is good. But he has no clue who I am and just how much damage I can do to him. And that is his biggest mistake..
Shay turned away from Marionette speaking directly into the camera..
Shay : Yurei.. You got a few more minutes to tell your partner what you saw and who you trained with.. I would hate to see you out of the tournament because of the ignorance of your partner. And Frank..
A devious smirk appeared on the face of Shay…
Shay : You are about to find out just how devastating this nobody is.. You asked for it.. But I don’t think you can handle it.
Shay turned towards Marionette and smiled..
Shay : Thanks Mari..
Shay walked away and Marionette wrapped things up..
Marionette : I don’t think the feuds end here with this tag team match. Back to you at ringside!
The scene goes to the ring for the match to start.
Backstage, we find Alexis Lemon and Chrysalis. Lexi is sitting on top of a travel case and Chrysalis leaning an arm on it. The camera only picks up halfway through their conversation.
Alexis Lemon: …I’m just saying, Jason could beat Freddy because he doesn’t sleep. He hibernates sometimes, but doesn’t sleep regularly. And even if he did sleep, I’m sure he could beat Freddy on his home turf.
Chrysalis: Yoooo you’re wildin’! Freddy literally creeps up on EVERYONE at their most vulnerable. You’re scared of Spiders? You’re gonna wake up in a bed full of them and he’ll probably feed you to one. He does NOT PLAY! But now that I think about it, we’re like Freddy and FM and Kitty are like Jason. Think about it. They’re stronger. Been around longer, remember Friday the 13th came out before Nightmare on Elm Street. And they think the whole lil ‘slash slash slash thing is gonna work on us. They have the same old tricks they’ve had forever, but us? We are ALWAYS creative when we go in for the kill. Just like Freddy.
Alexis giggles
Alexis Lemon: Beautiful segway, partner. Yeah, that makes sense. We can always keep adapting and changing up our approach to new opponents! People think they’re dreaming, on a beautiful beach in the sun that is winning. Then BAM! Here we come to chase them down ‘til they fall into quicksand. Struggling and squirming trying to escape from their downward spiral and all the while we’re sitting there with our badass shades watching them dig themselves deeper into the depths of defeat! And what does Jason do? Pops out of a lake and drags unsuspecting fools underwater and kicks people's boomboxes! The oldest trick in the book and the biggest dick move in the book! That ain’t fun, that ain’t exciting. That’s lame!
Chrysalis holds her hands up and looks at her long fingernails with a smirk.
Chrysalis: What my girl lil lemon drop was tryna say is that this is a new company, it’s a new era, and while we respect the bricks ya’ll laid down for us? We’re about to re-tile and redesign everything. I appreciate the lil back and forths we’ve had on social media, but what I don’t appreciate is the claim that she’s gonna carry me, or that my mouth is gonna get us in trouble We’re a team. For all the mess I talk, she backs me up. For all the stuff she gets into, I jump in beside her. We were drawn randomly to be a team, but now I couldn’t see myself wrestling without her in APWO. She’s the lil homie. And that’s what makes us stand out. We WANT to team together. We have no egos. And after we make it through Kitty and FM, tell ‘em whats next.
Alexis Lemon: What’s next is simple. Good partners make even greater adversaries! What’s next is we face off mono e mono for the first ever APWO world championship!
She laughs, and the two high five in solidarity.
Alexis Lemon: Then, who knows? Maybe we’ll go chasing after some tag titles while we’re at it. Just because we can! We may not have been a team before being paired up for this tournament. Hell, we didn’t even know each other before being paired up. But you can’t deny the natural chemistry. We look like we’ve been together for years, backing each other up since day one! Sure, two singles stars may be able to fake their way through most of the tourney, but a true team will always win out in the end. And even though we haven’t been together long, that’s exactly what Chrys and I are!
Chrysalis: And since the peeps in power wanted to stack the decks against us, we’re not picking up one W but…
They look at each other and smile.
Chrysalis & Alexis: TWO W’s tonight! You ready to do this?
Lexi hops off the case and puts an arm around Chrysalis.
Alexis Lemon: Whether it's her or it's me, you’re looking at the first ever APWO world champ. And that, Elm Street, is no nightmare. That is just a fact of life. Sweet dreams!
Lexi blows a kiss and Chrysalis waves as the two walk out of shot.
Marionette : Hi everyone I am here backstage with Shay! Shay tonight you might be in two matches if you manage to beat the team of Frank Jefferson and Yurei. Are you prepared for that.
Shay : Both my partner and myself are trained to handle more than two matches a night. But I am not looking beyond the first match. Frank Jefferson might be as slimy as a snake the man truly knows how to wrestle. His partner I have trained with and Yurei is as talented as they come. I just can't help but wonder how well they work together because they are not as well prepared for it as we are.
Marionette : How do you mean.
Shay : Frank barely remembered that it is a tag team match. He is too busy with his feud with Eli. While he is busy with the Tiger.. This Tigress might just kick your head off. You see I am not going to be as stupid as to ignore him. I wish I could because I am sick of hearing his voice already and might just mute him on twitter because he is just so annoying. I know he is good. But he has no clue who I am and just how much damage I can do to him. And that is his biggest mistake..
Shay turned away from Marionette speaking directly into the camera..
Shay : Yurei.. You got a few more minutes to tell your partner what you saw and who you trained with.. I would hate to see you out of the tournament because of the ignorance of your partner. And Frank..
A devious smirk appeared on the face of Shay…
Shay : You are about to find out just how devastating this nobody is.. You asked for it.. But I don’t think you can handle it.
Shay turned towards Marionette and smiled..
Shay : Thanks Mari..
Shay walked away and Marionette wrapped things up..
Marionette : I don’t think the feuds end here with this tag team match. Back to you at ringside!
The scene goes to the ring for the match to start.
Frank Jefferson and Yurei vs Shay and Eli Buchanan
The match starts with Eli Buchanan and Frank Jefferson. Jefferson sneers over at Eli, turning to Yurei to tag out but Eli isn’t having it! He charges in behind Frank and nals him with a hard forearm smash then takes him over with a belly to back suplex! Jefferson gets to his feet stunned by the onslaught only to have Eli drive him into a corner and begin raining right hands down upon his chiseled face!
Will Ashford: Eli Buchanan has been teasing a more aggressive side of himself, and it’s shining through right now.
Chet Morley: yeah, all over Frank’s face! Break it up ref!
Before Ref Blazen can get between then, Eli takes Jefferson out of the corner with a crisp monkey flip that sends the big man sprawling. Jefferson isn’t done though as he goes to tag in Shay, who climbs to the top rope…then onto Eli’s shoulders! They get closer to Frank and..BIG METEORA OFF ELI’S SHOULDERS AS JEFFERSON WAS BEGINNING TO GET UP!! Shay hooks the legs!!
Chet Morley: What the hell was that!
Will Ashford: A pin! Stop interrupting the audience, they’re counting Chet!
ONE!
TWO!!
T–NO! Yurei breaks the pin up with a dropkick!
Eli goes to attack Yurei but they take Eli down with a drop toehold that hangs him up on the ropes! They then run and drive a knee into the back of Eli’s head, only to turn into an overhead belly to belly suplex by Shay! Both illegal combatants are out of the ring now and trudging to their corners as Shay dives onto the woozy Jefferson, going to roll him into an arm bar but the man is just too big and strong! He lifts Shay up and runs her into a corner, breaking her grip and causing her to fall on her ass where he begins to put the boots to her!
Chet Morley: Big Frank back in control! Love to see it!!
Once again, Blazen gets in the middle of them at 4 and admonishes Jefferson who rolls his eyes. He pulls Shay out of the corner and nails her with a big backbreaker across his knee, shoving her off and going to his corner to tag Yurei in, barking at her to ‘Do her job’. Yurei pays him an even look before stepping in, and waiting in the middle of the ring for Shay to get to her feet. She smiles and pays her a small bow as she does…then nails her with a giant roundhouse! She goes for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!!
Eli drags Yurei off of Shay, yanking her up and nailing a snap suplex! Jefferson hits the ring, moreso to attack Eli than anything. The two begin to brawl! Yurei slowly gets to her feet as Eli knocks Jefferson down and reaches into his tights…
Will Ashford: What is he-
Chet Morley: THIS IS A FAMiLY SHOW!
Will Ashford: Wait..thats a lighter!!
Eli does as he promised, throwing a fireball…BUT JEFFERSON STEPS ASIDE! SHAY GETS A FIREBALL IN THE FACE!! REF BLAZEN LOOKS STUNNED! Jefferson clotheslines Eli out of the ring as Shay screams in pain, Yurei rolls her up!!
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!
Chet Morley: Eli Buchanan screwed his own team!
Will Ashford: His rage and desire to get to Jefferson consumed him! You hate to see it!
We cut to commercial as Whisper once again hits the ring, checking on Shay as Eli lingers over her, flustered and Jefferson backs up the ramp, smirking with Yurei in tow.
Will Ashford: Eli Buchanan has been teasing a more aggressive side of himself, and it’s shining through right now.
Chet Morley: yeah, all over Frank’s face! Break it up ref!
Before Ref Blazen can get between then, Eli takes Jefferson out of the corner with a crisp monkey flip that sends the big man sprawling. Jefferson isn’t done though as he goes to tag in Shay, who climbs to the top rope…then onto Eli’s shoulders! They get closer to Frank and..BIG METEORA OFF ELI’S SHOULDERS AS JEFFERSON WAS BEGINNING TO GET UP!! Shay hooks the legs!!
Chet Morley: What the hell was that!
Will Ashford: A pin! Stop interrupting the audience, they’re counting Chet!
ONE!
TWO!!
T–NO! Yurei breaks the pin up with a dropkick!
Eli goes to attack Yurei but they take Eli down with a drop toehold that hangs him up on the ropes! They then run and drive a knee into the back of Eli’s head, only to turn into an overhead belly to belly suplex by Shay! Both illegal combatants are out of the ring now and trudging to their corners as Shay dives onto the woozy Jefferson, going to roll him into an arm bar but the man is just too big and strong! He lifts Shay up and runs her into a corner, breaking her grip and causing her to fall on her ass where he begins to put the boots to her!
Chet Morley: Big Frank back in control! Love to see it!!
Once again, Blazen gets in the middle of them at 4 and admonishes Jefferson who rolls his eyes. He pulls Shay out of the corner and nails her with a big backbreaker across his knee, shoving her off and going to his corner to tag Yurei in, barking at her to ‘Do her job’. Yurei pays him an even look before stepping in, and waiting in the middle of the ring for Shay to get to her feet. She smiles and pays her a small bow as she does…then nails her with a giant roundhouse! She goes for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!!
Eli drags Yurei off of Shay, yanking her up and nailing a snap suplex! Jefferson hits the ring, moreso to attack Eli than anything. The two begin to brawl! Yurei slowly gets to her feet as Eli knocks Jefferson down and reaches into his tights…
Will Ashford: What is he-
Chet Morley: THIS IS A FAMiLY SHOW!
Will Ashford: Wait..thats a lighter!!
Eli does as he promised, throwing a fireball…BUT JEFFERSON STEPS ASIDE! SHAY GETS A FIREBALL IN THE FACE!! REF BLAZEN LOOKS STUNNED! Jefferson clotheslines Eli out of the ring as Shay screams in pain, Yurei rolls her up!!
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!
Chet Morley: Eli Buchanan screwed his own team!
Will Ashford: His rage and desire to get to Jefferson consumed him! You hate to see it!
We cut to commercial as Whisper once again hits the ring, checking on Shay as Eli lingers over her, flustered and Jefferson backs up the ramp, smirking with Yurei in tow.
Winners: Frank Jefferson and Yurei
Backstage, we find Alexis Lemon and Chrysalis. Lexi is sitting on top of a travel case and Chrysalis leaning an arm on it. The camera only picks up halfway through their conversation.
Alexis Lemon: …I’m just saying, Jason could beat Freddy because he doesn’t sleep. He hibernates sometimes, but doesn’t sleep regularly. And even if he did sleep, I’m sure he could beat Freddy on his home turf.
Chrysalis: Yoooo you’re wildin’! Freddy literally creeps up on EVERYONE at their most vulnerable. You’re scared of Spiders? You’re gonna wake up in a bed full of them and he’ll probably feed you to one. He does NOT PLAY! But now that I think about it, we’re like Freddy and FM and Kitty are like Jason. Think about it. They’re stronger. Been around longer, remember Friday the 13th came out before Nightmare on Elm Street. And they think the whole lil ‘slash slash slash thing is gonna work on us. They have the same old tricks they’ve had forever, but us? We are ALWAYS creative when we go in for the kill. Just like Freddy.
Alexis giggles
Alexis Lemon: Beautiful segway, partner. Yeah, that makes sense. We can always keep adapting and changing up our approach to new opponents! People think they’re dreaming, on a beautiful beach in the sun that is winning. Then BAM! Here we come to chase them down ‘til they fall into quicksand. Struggling and squirming trying to escape from their downward spiral and all the while we’re sitting there with our badass shades watching them dig themselves deeper into the depths of defeat! And what does Jason do? Pops out of a lake and drags unsuspecting fools underwater and kicks people's boomboxes! The oldest trick in the book and the biggest dick move in the book! That ain’t fun, that ain’t exciting. That’s lame!
Chrysalis holds her hands up and looks at her long fingernails with a smirk.
Chrysalis: What my girl lil lemon drop was tryna say is that this is a new company, it’s a new era, and while we respect the bricks ya’ll laid down for us? We’re about to re-tile and redesign everything. I appreciate the lil back and forths we’ve had on social media, but what I don’t appreciate is the claim that she’s gonna carry me, or that my mouth is gonna get us in trouble We’re a team. For all the mess I talk, she backs me up. For all the stuff she gets into, I jump in beside her. We were drawn randomly to be a team, but now I couldn’t see myself wrestling without her in APWO. She’s the lil homie. And that’s what makes us stand out. We WANT to team together. We have no egos. And after we make it through Kitty and FM, tell ‘em whats next.
Alexis Lemon: What’s next is simple. Good partners make even greater adversaries! What’s next is we face off mono e mono for the first ever APWO world championship!
She laughs, and the two high five in solidarity.
Alexis Lemon: Then, who knows? Maybe we’ll go chasing after some tag titles while we’re at it. Just because we can! We may not have been a team before being paired up for this tournament. Hell, we didn’t even know each other before being paired up. But you can’t deny the natural chemistry. We look like we’ve been together for years, backing each other up since day one! Sure, two singles stars may be able to fake their way through most of the tourney, but a true team will always win out in the end. And even though we haven’t been together long, that’s exactly what Chrys and I are!
Chrysalis: And since the peeps in power wanted to stack the decks against us, we’re not picking up one W but…
They look at each other and smile.
Chrysalis & Alexis: TWO W’s tonight! You ready to do this?
Lexi hops off the case and puts an arm around Chrysalis.
Alexis Lemon: Whether it's her or it's me, you’re looking at the first ever APWO world champ. And that, Elm Street, is no nightmare. That is just a fact of life. Sweet dreams!
Lexi blows a kiss and Chrysalis waves as the two walk out of shot.
Alexis Lemon and Chrysalis vs FM Young and Kitty Dark
The moment the bell rings, it's a free-for-all. Kitty Dark hauls off and punches Chrysalis in the face while she's in the middle of jaw-jacking. At the same time, Alexis Lemon charges FM Young, ducking under a dangerous forearm strike. She cartwheels and lands to nail a slingshot knee strike before Effy can correct her momentum! FM absorbs the attempt and delivers a European uppercut to Lemon, knocking her back. Meanwhile Chrysalis responds to the jaw-busting punch by running forward for a front takedown – Kitty catches her and flings her over the ropes to the outside before stepping out to her corner. Lemon goes for a boot to FM's stomach, but it's blocked and twisted into a dragon screw leg whip.
Chet Morley: Right out of the gate, Youthful spunk is gettiing swallowed up by mature experience!
Will Ashford: ...God, I hope they teach you about prhasing
From there FM quickly puts on a leg bar grapevine and twists Lemon's leg, leaving her howling in pain and then since they're so close to the corner, Kitty kicks her in the back of the head for good measure. FM pulls Lemon back up, going for a wheelbarrow driver – denied and Effy gets caught in the Deadlights (northern lights suplex). She bridges it for the pin!
Will Ashford: Cover!
1!
2!
Chet Morley: ANOTHER VICIOUS KICK TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD FROM KITTY DARK BREAKS UP THE ACTION!! Jesus Kitty, SHES A StuDENT SHE NEEDS THAT BRAIN!
FM gets to her feet and drops Lemon with a bulldog before turning around and tagging Kitty in. Double team vertical suplex and then Kitty drops to her knees, grinning like a lunatic as she watches Lemon writhing in pain. The moment she gets up, Kitty drops the spitfire rookie with a swinging DDT, looking like she wants to break the poor kid’s neck! Dragging Lemon up by the hair, Kitty lays into her with vicious strikes before sending her crashing into the corner – the wily Lemon hooks and dives across to her corner, tagging out to Chrysalis! Kitty ducks under a telegraphed strike and catches her in an arm wringer but Chrys sweeps her legs out from under her! That was a mistake because Kitty lands on her, smashing her forehead into the rookie's before battering her with fists and elbows.
Will Ashford: So, i'm just gonna say it. Kitty Dark is a lot more vicious tonight than what we've seen.
Chet Morley: You could say she's...getting Dark! eh? Eh?!
Will Ashford: I liked you better on your podcast.
Chrysalis manages an eye rake and Kitty rolls aside. She staggers up, and grabs Chrysalis, dragging her up only to slam her back down with a swinging neckbreaker. She drags the suffering Chrysalis back to her feet once again, sending her into the corner – brutal spear! When Chrysalis merely sways and doesn't fall, Kitty smashes her face off the turnbuckle repeatedly, screaming like a banshee. Chrysalis sags – NOT TODAY SATAN – brutal back elbow from Kitty! Chrysalis drops her to her knees and Kitty backs off before taking a running start. She springboards off the middle rope and smashes into the rookie's face with her patented WAMH (sitting meteora)! Blood flies from the rookie's mouth as she goes down hard and FM Young drops Lemon as Kitty covers!
1!
2!
3!
Chet Morley: Right out of the gate, Youthful spunk is gettiing swallowed up by mature experience!
Will Ashford: ...God, I hope they teach you about prhasing
From there FM quickly puts on a leg bar grapevine and twists Lemon's leg, leaving her howling in pain and then since they're so close to the corner, Kitty kicks her in the back of the head for good measure. FM pulls Lemon back up, going for a wheelbarrow driver – denied and Effy gets caught in the Deadlights (northern lights suplex). She bridges it for the pin!
Will Ashford: Cover!
1!
2!
Chet Morley: ANOTHER VICIOUS KICK TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD FROM KITTY DARK BREAKS UP THE ACTION!! Jesus Kitty, SHES A StuDENT SHE NEEDS THAT BRAIN!
FM gets to her feet and drops Lemon with a bulldog before turning around and tagging Kitty in. Double team vertical suplex and then Kitty drops to her knees, grinning like a lunatic as she watches Lemon writhing in pain. The moment she gets up, Kitty drops the spitfire rookie with a swinging DDT, looking like she wants to break the poor kid’s neck! Dragging Lemon up by the hair, Kitty lays into her with vicious strikes before sending her crashing into the corner – the wily Lemon hooks and dives across to her corner, tagging out to Chrysalis! Kitty ducks under a telegraphed strike and catches her in an arm wringer but Chrys sweeps her legs out from under her! That was a mistake because Kitty lands on her, smashing her forehead into the rookie's before battering her with fists and elbows.
Will Ashford: So, i'm just gonna say it. Kitty Dark is a lot more vicious tonight than what we've seen.
Chet Morley: You could say she's...getting Dark! eh? Eh?!
Will Ashford: I liked you better on your podcast.
Chrysalis manages an eye rake and Kitty rolls aside. She staggers up, and grabs Chrysalis, dragging her up only to slam her back down with a swinging neckbreaker. She drags the suffering Chrysalis back to her feet once again, sending her into the corner – brutal spear! When Chrysalis merely sways and doesn't fall, Kitty smashes her face off the turnbuckle repeatedly, screaming like a banshee. Chrysalis sags – NOT TODAY SATAN – brutal back elbow from Kitty! Chrysalis drops her to her knees and Kitty backs off before taking a running start. She springboards off the middle rope and smashes into the rookie's face with her patented WAMH (sitting meteora)! Blood flies from the rookie's mouth as she goes down hard and FM Young drops Lemon as Kitty covers!
1!
2!
3!
Winners: Kitty Dark and FM Young
Chet Morley: Congrats girls, you won!...Another fight! Tonight!
Will Ashford: No doubt, Chet. They gotta go in the back and decide on either therapy or keeping the blood running because Dionysus and Wendigo are no joke!
Will Ashford: No doubt, Chet. They gotta go in the back and decide on either therapy or keeping the blood running because Dionysus and Wendigo are no joke!
Backstage in the Sports and Entertainment Arena we see Marionette conducting an interview with The Path to Power Plexpress: Trey Bouchet and Marisol Vilaro. Trey’s wearing a DC 51 tee shirt over his gear in apparent solidarity with the District of Columbia in its desire to be granted statehood. Marisol is dressed in blue, and sliver fitness inspired wrestling gear with a matching top and spandex shorts, and silver boots, the top says Vilaro Fitness on it. She has a bright smile on her face.
Marionette: Trey, Mari; thanks in advance for agreeing to take time to answer a few questions.
Trey Bouchet: No problem!
Marisol Vilaro: You’re welcome, coming live into your living room. It's a sight to give you all a little motivation in your lives to get on the path to becoming a better you!
Marionette: At Power Trip 2 you won the first round in The Path to Power Tournament, but not without controversy. You beat Auric Devereaux in what amounted to a handicap match since her partner, Legion, was ambushed during her entrance and didn’t compete. Do you think you deserve your spot in the second round?
Marisol looks annoyed at Marionette for the question, but then her smile returns as she says in an overly peppy tone.
Marisol Vilaro: What do you mean? I mean we got the one, two and three I mean we had nothing to do with what happened to Legion at all. So, let us state not only do we deserve to be in the tournament, but we are both deserving champions. I mean I told you my system leads to results, and that result was victory two weeks ago, and tonight it will lead us to victory again.
Bouchet seems chastened but he agrees with his partner; nodding as she speaks.
Trey Bouchet: Yeah, it sucked for Legion and Auric that they weren’t able to compete as a team. Sucked for the fans who were denied a cool match. Sucked for us because now there’s going to be a huge asterix by our win in the tournament when we know we could have won anyway without the shenanigans. But I suppose as problems go it’s a minor one for us. We get a second chance to prove ourselves tonight against Team SuperAbs.
Marisol looks at Trey nodding at his words though the look on her face says she doesn't fully agree. As, the fitness influencer soon begins to speak in her bright peppy but smugly charismatic tone.
Marisol Vilaro: Yes, Team Super Abs: a team of the Avenger, and that awful vile disgusting woman Samantha Tolson. A woman who since I have arrived has been trying to slander my business, my system all because she dislikes my clients. But that is something I have learned about most veterans in this sport, they are so scared when new hot stars arrive and take the spotlight off of them. Not even the Avenger is going to save your APWO World title Chances, because the team you’re looking at is the Team to beat.
When Vilaro finishes Marionette turns her attention to the Cajun Catapult.
Marionette: Trey, do you share your partner’s feelings in regards to either of your opponents; particularly Sam Tolson? You two had a bit of a back and forth on social media last week.
Trey Bouchet: Eh, Avenger seems cool. As for Mari’s beef with Sam Tolson, that’s personal stuff. It won’t factor into the match. I don’t really have a problem with Tolson, really. We bantered a bit on Twitter after she tried bigfooting me about her own suplexpertise. I made a joke about her age, which I know now can ruffle some feathers in this business- shout out to my boy JBac over in Action Wrestling- but it’s nothing personal. Hey, I’ll even credit her for raising all that money for Big Brothers/Big Sisters when she appeared at the Velvet Rabbit. But if Sam plexpects some kind of retribution tonight by beating Mari and I she’s going to be disappointed.
Marsiol rolls her eyes as she says in a bitchy tone.
Marisol Vilaro: Trey is a very nice guy, just how he is and Tolson tried to bully him like she tired me and failed miserably. But, she won’t be getting anything of the sort against me, if anything the one getting retribution for all of her lies, and slander about my products or her threats is gonna be ME! I mean would I be the sponsor of Suplayapalooza if my products really weren’t out here changing lives?
Marionette is nonplussed.
Marionette: Suplayapalooza? I don’t understand.
Trey Bouchet: It’s a small show I’m running in the spring. The Vilaro System is sponsoring it, which is a big help, but even better Mari’s agreed to compete. She’s gonna be in the “Crawfish Boil Tables Match”, which is really cool of her. It’s hard to find a body willing to risk being put face first through a pile of greasy old crawdad shells for charity.
Marisol looks disgusted at the match idea, as she says in a concerned tone.
Marisol Vilaro: Yeah about that, look I am glad I am helping I am glad my donation is helping but let's be honest here. This body of mine covered in grease and what not is not a good look at all. I put a lot of time into building this body of mine, and no way should it be covered in grease but hoping after this is all said and done they gain appreciation for my amazing Vilaro System and change their lives by becoming a better version of themselves!
Trey turns and speaks directly to his tag partner.
Trey Bouchet: Plexactly! What better way to show how much you truly believe in The Vilaro System by taking part in a match like this. It’s a plexcellent way to prove your critics wrong! Just like we’ll both do tonight. People can try and say we’re not on the same page. But despite our different approaches to things we’ve shown we’re willing to work together to achieve our goal: the Absolute Power Championship.
Marisol looks at her partner, before turning back to the camera.
Marisol Vilaro: For everyone at home this isn’t one of those New Years Resolutions you already failed at either This is a statement, of what is going to happen the PathtoPowerPlexress is coming for the gold, and we take yet another step in the right direction as we take down Samantha Tolson, and The Avenger anymore questions?
The interviewer does not.
Marionette: Trey. Marisol. Thanks for your time. Good luck tonight.
Trey grins enthusiastically.
Trey Bouchet: Hey, thanks!
Marisol Vilaro: Yes, the pleasure was yours, and everyone watching live. This daily dose of inspiration is brought to you by the hashtag Vilaro System the system that APWO will have no choice to later on to let sponsor it as well!
Marisol, and Trey soon leave the scene with different demeanors Trey, enthusiastic but friendly. Whereas the Fitness Queen had a smug air of confidence about her despite facing a former world champion and the Avenger the scene then fades to black.
Before the bell can even sound, Travis Blake rushes after Logan Bailey with a cheap shot running European uppercut, sending him to the outside of the ring in rough fashion. The official tries to back him up with Blake seemingly obliging but of course he dashes right after the downed foe to continue his handiwork. The referee continues admonishing Blake and also trying to keep Mason from heading to the outside too, threatening disqualifications all around as Travis rams Bailey head and shoulder first into the steel steps.
Chet Morley: Both men here need to be careful and avoid having their huge opportunity slip because of a DQ.
Donny Mason finally has enough and side steps the official to head out and separate the two, putting Travis in his place for such dicketry but a chopblock to the leg from Cara stops his efforts. Mason is quick to return to his towering vertical base, his focus now set on Strader who looks to try and cool the big man’s jets.
Will Ashford: Does she seriously think that’ll work. This isn’t a social longue, this is a wrestling ring!
Noticing the sideways glance from Cara, Donny cuts off the second attempt at a sneak stack from Blake. At the pass he steps to the left, hooking the head of Travis Blake and charging him right into Cara before tossing him out of the ring with ridiculous ease, the Yeet getting a huge cheer from the crowd.
Will Ashford: What an incredibly impressive display of strengh there with that..
Chet Morley: YEET!!
Will Ashford: Excuse me?!
Chet Morley: You know, yeet! That’s what he calls the move and it’s also.. a.. popular..
Will Ashford: I hate kids these days.
Strader doesn’t let the collision keep her down too long though as she meets Mason at the turn with a throat thrust which staggers the much larger competitor. As she hooks around for an attempt at a double arm ddt though, Donny breaks her grip and hoists her up like a feather driving her to the canvas with a Samoan Drop. When Mason goes for the cover, Blake slides into the ring part way to tug at the boot of the big man and break up the pin. His efforts are met with a harsh form of retaliation as the still dazed Logan drags him back out of the ring to continue their scuffle.
Will Ashford: While Bailey seems to finally be doing something keeping what has basically been a handicap match from getting out of control, your boy here Yeet seems to be lacking focus once again.
Donny appears to be distracted by what’s going on, but as soon as Strader tries to grab at him to get back into the contest, Mason shows that quick sense of his, pushing away her attempt to leave enough space and go for the kill with the Dambuster Boot, going for the pin immediately after.
1!
2!!
3!!!
Marionette: Trey, Mari; thanks in advance for agreeing to take time to answer a few questions.
Trey Bouchet: No problem!
Marisol Vilaro: You’re welcome, coming live into your living room. It's a sight to give you all a little motivation in your lives to get on the path to becoming a better you!
Marionette: At Power Trip 2 you won the first round in The Path to Power Tournament, but not without controversy. You beat Auric Devereaux in what amounted to a handicap match since her partner, Legion, was ambushed during her entrance and didn’t compete. Do you think you deserve your spot in the second round?
Marisol looks annoyed at Marionette for the question, but then her smile returns as she says in an overly peppy tone.
Marisol Vilaro: What do you mean? I mean we got the one, two and three I mean we had nothing to do with what happened to Legion at all. So, let us state not only do we deserve to be in the tournament, but we are both deserving champions. I mean I told you my system leads to results, and that result was victory two weeks ago, and tonight it will lead us to victory again.
Bouchet seems chastened but he agrees with his partner; nodding as she speaks.
Trey Bouchet: Yeah, it sucked for Legion and Auric that they weren’t able to compete as a team. Sucked for the fans who were denied a cool match. Sucked for us because now there’s going to be a huge asterix by our win in the tournament when we know we could have won anyway without the shenanigans. But I suppose as problems go it’s a minor one for us. We get a second chance to prove ourselves tonight against Team SuperAbs.
Marisol looks at Trey nodding at his words though the look on her face says she doesn't fully agree. As, the fitness influencer soon begins to speak in her bright peppy but smugly charismatic tone.
Marisol Vilaro: Yes, Team Super Abs: a team of the Avenger, and that awful vile disgusting woman Samantha Tolson. A woman who since I have arrived has been trying to slander my business, my system all because she dislikes my clients. But that is something I have learned about most veterans in this sport, they are so scared when new hot stars arrive and take the spotlight off of them. Not even the Avenger is going to save your APWO World title Chances, because the team you’re looking at is the Team to beat.
When Vilaro finishes Marionette turns her attention to the Cajun Catapult.
Marionette: Trey, do you share your partner’s feelings in regards to either of your opponents; particularly Sam Tolson? You two had a bit of a back and forth on social media last week.
Trey Bouchet: Eh, Avenger seems cool. As for Mari’s beef with Sam Tolson, that’s personal stuff. It won’t factor into the match. I don’t really have a problem with Tolson, really. We bantered a bit on Twitter after she tried bigfooting me about her own suplexpertise. I made a joke about her age, which I know now can ruffle some feathers in this business- shout out to my boy JBac over in Action Wrestling- but it’s nothing personal. Hey, I’ll even credit her for raising all that money for Big Brothers/Big Sisters when she appeared at the Velvet Rabbit. But if Sam plexpects some kind of retribution tonight by beating Mari and I she’s going to be disappointed.
Marsiol rolls her eyes as she says in a bitchy tone.
Marisol Vilaro: Trey is a very nice guy, just how he is and Tolson tried to bully him like she tired me and failed miserably. But, she won’t be getting anything of the sort against me, if anything the one getting retribution for all of her lies, and slander about my products or her threats is gonna be ME! I mean would I be the sponsor of Suplayapalooza if my products really weren’t out here changing lives?
Marionette is nonplussed.
Marionette: Suplayapalooza? I don’t understand.
Trey Bouchet: It’s a small show I’m running in the spring. The Vilaro System is sponsoring it, which is a big help, but even better Mari’s agreed to compete. She’s gonna be in the “Crawfish Boil Tables Match”, which is really cool of her. It’s hard to find a body willing to risk being put face first through a pile of greasy old crawdad shells for charity.
Marisol looks disgusted at the match idea, as she says in a concerned tone.
Marisol Vilaro: Yeah about that, look I am glad I am helping I am glad my donation is helping but let's be honest here. This body of mine covered in grease and what not is not a good look at all. I put a lot of time into building this body of mine, and no way should it be covered in grease but hoping after this is all said and done they gain appreciation for my amazing Vilaro System and change their lives by becoming a better version of themselves!
Trey turns and speaks directly to his tag partner.
Trey Bouchet: Plexactly! What better way to show how much you truly believe in The Vilaro System by taking part in a match like this. It’s a plexcellent way to prove your critics wrong! Just like we’ll both do tonight. People can try and say we’re not on the same page. But despite our different approaches to things we’ve shown we’re willing to work together to achieve our goal: the Absolute Power Championship.
Marisol looks at her partner, before turning back to the camera.
Marisol Vilaro: For everyone at home this isn’t one of those New Years Resolutions you already failed at either This is a statement, of what is going to happen the PathtoPowerPlexress is coming for the gold, and we take yet another step in the right direction as we take down Samantha Tolson, and The Avenger anymore questions?
The interviewer does not.
Marionette: Trey. Marisol. Thanks for your time. Good luck tonight.
Trey grins enthusiastically.
Trey Bouchet: Hey, thanks!
Marisol Vilaro: Yes, the pleasure was yours, and everyone watching live. This daily dose of inspiration is brought to you by the hashtag Vilaro System the system that APWO will have no choice to later on to let sponsor it as well!
Marisol, and Trey soon leave the scene with different demeanors Trey, enthusiastic but friendly. Whereas the Fitness Queen had a smug air of confidence about her despite facing a former world champion and the Avenger the scene then fades to black.
Before the bell can even sound, Travis Blake rushes after Logan Bailey with a cheap shot running European uppercut, sending him to the outside of the ring in rough fashion. The official tries to back him up with Blake seemingly obliging but of course he dashes right after the downed foe to continue his handiwork. The referee continues admonishing Blake and also trying to keep Mason from heading to the outside too, threatening disqualifications all around as Travis rams Bailey head and shoulder first into the steel steps.
Chet Morley: Both men here need to be careful and avoid having their huge opportunity slip because of a DQ.
Donny Mason finally has enough and side steps the official to head out and separate the two, putting Travis in his place for such dicketry but a chopblock to the leg from Cara stops his efforts. Mason is quick to return to his towering vertical base, his focus now set on Strader who looks to try and cool the big man’s jets.
Will Ashford: Does she seriously think that’ll work. This isn’t a social longue, this is a wrestling ring!
Noticing the sideways glance from Cara, Donny cuts off the second attempt at a sneak stack from Blake. At the pass he steps to the left, hooking the head of Travis Blake and charging him right into Cara before tossing him out of the ring with ridiculous ease, the Yeet getting a huge cheer from the crowd.
Will Ashford: What an incredibly impressive display of strengh there with that..
Chet Morley: YEET!!
Will Ashford: Excuse me?!
Chet Morley: You know, yeet! That’s what he calls the move and it’s also.. a.. popular..
Will Ashford: I hate kids these days.
Strader doesn’t let the collision keep her down too long though as she meets Mason at the turn with a throat thrust which staggers the much larger competitor. As she hooks around for an attempt at a double arm ddt though, Donny breaks her grip and hoists her up like a feather driving her to the canvas with a Samoan Drop. When Mason goes for the cover, Blake slides into the ring part way to tug at the boot of the big man and break up the pin. His efforts are met with a harsh form of retaliation as the still dazed Logan drags him back out of the ring to continue their scuffle.
Will Ashford: While Bailey seems to finally be doing something keeping what has basically been a handicap match from getting out of control, your boy here Yeet seems to be lacking focus once again.
Donny appears to be distracted by what’s going on, but as soon as Strader tries to grab at him to get back into the contest, Mason shows that quick sense of his, pushing away her attempt to leave enough space and go for the kill with the Dambuster Boot, going for the pin immediately after.
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Winners: Logan Bailey & Donny Mason
On the outside, Travis Blake nails Logan Bailey with THE BLACKOUT onto the cement floor! He isn't done though, he slides in under the bottom rope and waits for Cara Strader to get to sit up before nailing her with WEAPON X!! Donny turns and gets in Blakes face, but the fired up competitor goes right back to Donny's throat with a chop and...THE BLACKOUT! DONNY MASON'S HEAD SPIKES IN THE MAT!
Will Ashford: Okay, we might need Enigma out here...
Travis Blake goes back to the outside, clearing off the timekeeper's table. He turns and grabs Logan who is dazed and busted open from the last Blackout. Travis drags him up onto the table with him and hits yet another THE BLACKOUT onto Logan, sending them crashing through the table and leaving one of hte 8 finalists in the Path to Power tournament laying in a heap!
Chet Morley: Well...Donny Mason and Logan Bailey have punched their ticket to the eliminator match but I don't know if Logan is going to be ready to go in a week's time!
Will Ashford: Okay, we might need Enigma out here...
Travis Blake goes back to the outside, clearing off the timekeeper's table. He turns and grabs Logan who is dazed and busted open from the last Blackout. Travis drags him up onto the table with him and hits yet another THE BLACKOUT onto Logan, sending them crashing through the table and leaving one of hte 8 finalists in the Path to Power tournament laying in a heap!
Chet Morley: Well...Donny Mason and Logan Bailey have punched their ticket to the eliminator match but I don't know if Logan is going to be ready to go in a week's time!
Still feeling the effects from the high angled KQ Driver from earlier in the night, the masked Ali Faye steps out of the trainers room to head back to the locker room and wrap up her tryout night with the company.
However, along the way she heads past a room where a loud crashing sound can be heard. Initially the young woman shrugs it off to keep moving, but once a second sound is heard, she heads over to the room. Opening the door slowly, the bright eyes behind the mask widen at the sight concealed beyond the door.
Unknown Familiar Voice: You shouldn’t have happened upon this, dear. Now we’re going to have to find a way around this… inconvenience.
The young woman turns in a flash to dash away, but a gloved hand grabs onto her, pulling her inside the room and slamming it shut before the feed quickly cuts away
Chet Morley: I'm starting to hate working here.
Tolson: "So APWO wants me to be the bitch, hmm? I mean, as someone said, I clearly want to downplay the skills of my competition to avoid being boiled in oil…"
Samantha Tolson smirks, looking out the window of an area backstage, one with those small plastic windows in a rolling metal door ringed by a huge rubber gasket.
Tolson: "Let me clarify something for the stupid fucks on this roster incapable of reading, or unable to understand the entire context of a conversation. All of us are talented. All of us are capable. I'm not, in the words of the unseen part of our sport, no-selling or short-selling one single fucking person who puts on a set of tights and get in the ring."
One day, long ago…that was me. I own it. But not anymore. I've been all over the world, facing anyone that wanted a fight, defending championship after championship against the best and the brightest professional wrestling has to offer. I know full well what it takes to summon the sheer courage it takes to do this."
"That alone should be proof enough. But some of you in this company see the same kid I was seven years ago.That'll be your fucking downfall."
Samantha turns to look at the camera, still leaning against the metal door.
Tolson: What would you have me do? Pretend that I've won around twenty-five championships due to pure luck? Make sure to soothe the savage ego after I beat someone? Make sure little Janie or Johnny gets a good old 'You did great, you!'? Or to make sure I tell them something, like, 'Oh my heavens! My next opponent is really good and I'll be lucky to last five minutes!'?"
"I'm supposed to do that just because the fans cheer for me?"
"Fuck you."
"I'm that bitch. I'm the one that says what she thinks, with no filter and no remorse. Don't like that, too fucking bad. Because I am exactly what I say I am, and that's one of the best wrestlers on God's green damn earth, and I'm never going to apologize to you nor anyone else for it."
"When I say I'll be the first APWO World Champion, it's because that's what I expect from myself. It's because I damn well know I am good enough to get it done. I'm not undercutting anyone else's ability by stating that I believe very firmly in my own. And if you believe I am? Fuck you. Chances are really damn high your opinion isn't worth the breath used to give it voice or the effort used to put it on Twitter."
"I will drag The Avenger with me through to the finals, if I must, then beat him as well. I will drop every single man and woman on this roster on their heads repeatedly if I need to, kick every man and woman until I break ribs, or knee each of them in the head until they're concussed if that's what it takes."
"I have long said I'll do anything within the scope of the rules to win a match, and I sure as hell won't back off it because some bitch or ass thinks I'm not giving her or him just due.Want platitudes from me?"
"Then you do what I have to do every fucking match to get one."
"Earn it."
Samantha stands fully, looking directly into the camera.
Tolson: I hope all of you are prepared. You wanted me to be a bitch. Now you deal with the consequences."
Samantha begins to walk away, but turns back to say one last thing.
Tolson: And you'll deal with them while I put that World Championship around my waist. Like it or don't. I don't have a single fuck about it left to give."
Chet Morley: I'm starting to hate working here.
Tolson: "So APWO wants me to be the bitch, hmm? I mean, as someone said, I clearly want to downplay the skills of my competition to avoid being boiled in oil…"
Samantha Tolson smirks, looking out the window of an area backstage, one with those small plastic windows in a rolling metal door ringed by a huge rubber gasket.
Tolson: "Let me clarify something for the stupid fucks on this roster incapable of reading, or unable to understand the entire context of a conversation. All of us are talented. All of us are capable. I'm not, in the words of the unseen part of our sport, no-selling or short-selling one single fucking person who puts on a set of tights and get in the ring."
One day, long ago…that was me. I own it. But not anymore. I've been all over the world, facing anyone that wanted a fight, defending championship after championship against the best and the brightest professional wrestling has to offer. I know full well what it takes to summon the sheer courage it takes to do this."
"That alone should be proof enough. But some of you in this company see the same kid I was seven years ago.That'll be your fucking downfall."
Samantha turns to look at the camera, still leaning against the metal door.
Tolson: What would you have me do? Pretend that I've won around twenty-five championships due to pure luck? Make sure to soothe the savage ego after I beat someone? Make sure little Janie or Johnny gets a good old 'You did great, you!'? Or to make sure I tell them something, like, 'Oh my heavens! My next opponent is really good and I'll be lucky to last five minutes!'?"
"I'm supposed to do that just because the fans cheer for me?"
"Fuck you."
"I'm that bitch. I'm the one that says what she thinks, with no filter and no remorse. Don't like that, too fucking bad. Because I am exactly what I say I am, and that's one of the best wrestlers on God's green damn earth, and I'm never going to apologize to you nor anyone else for it."
"When I say I'll be the first APWO World Champion, it's because that's what I expect from myself. It's because I damn well know I am good enough to get it done. I'm not undercutting anyone else's ability by stating that I believe very firmly in my own. And if you believe I am? Fuck you. Chances are really damn high your opinion isn't worth the breath used to give it voice or the effort used to put it on Twitter."
"I will drag The Avenger with me through to the finals, if I must, then beat him as well. I will drop every single man and woman on this roster on their heads repeatedly if I need to, kick every man and woman until I break ribs, or knee each of them in the head until they're concussed if that's what it takes."
"I have long said I'll do anything within the scope of the rules to win a match, and I sure as hell won't back off it because some bitch or ass thinks I'm not giving her or him just due.Want platitudes from me?"
"Then you do what I have to do every fucking match to get one."
"Earn it."
Samantha stands fully, looking directly into the camera.
Tolson: I hope all of you are prepared. You wanted me to be a bitch. Now you deal with the consequences."
Samantha begins to walk away, but turns back to say one last thing.
Tolson: And you'll deal with them while I put that World Championship around my waist. Like it or don't. I don't have a single fuck about it left to give."
Team Superabs vs Trey Bouchet and Marisol Vilaro
As the bell sounds off, both teams look to be deliberating on who starts off the match with Avenger doing the heroic thing by offering his services first, while Marisol urges her partner to get things rolling with her words of encouragement. Both women glare at one another from a distance, with Vilaro taunting Tolson to the point where Sam looks to charge for her but Marisol hops off the apron, backing up.
Chet Morley: Oh now that’s just childish on the part of Marisol.
Will Ashford: Is it childish or is it carefully strategized mind games?
Meanwhile inside the squared circle, Avenger has finally calmed his partner down enough to get the match underway. The masked hero and Trey Bouchet circle the ring for a second before both men stop themselves in the middle of the ring to go for a hearty genuine handshake. The crowd cheer the exchange while Marisol now goes full coaching and scolding mode at her partner who shrugs it off in the name of good sportsmanship. Finally the match gets rolling as Trey and Avenger exchange holds, each competitor looking for leverage.
Will Ashford: Both men here looking pretty evenly matched as fsr as this initial exchange goes, the feeling out process all too important when in a high stakes match, such as this.
The impressive technical display wraps up with Trey working up from a seated side headlock into a belly to back suplex, but as he backs up to set up the next move, Marisol tags herself in, quick to try and take advantage as the fans boo.
Chet Morley: You talk about the potentially brilliant smart strategy there by Marisol Vilaro, but I might have to question this one.
Milking the chorus of boos from the crowd, Vilaro continues to stomp away at the fallen Avenger. Sam Tolson finally has enough of the antics and tries to step into the ring, only to have the ref hold her back to the amusement of Marisol. However, as she goes to focus back on the attack, she’s surprised by a jawbreaker followed by the crusader of justice tagging out much to the approval of the crowd.
Will Ashford: Now this match will be taken to another level.
While Vilaro initially looks like she’s ready to run and tag out, she fakes out Tolson for the cheap shot in the form of a basement dropkick followed by a quick knee. When she goes for the cover though, Sam powers herself back up and takes down Vilaro with a tackle and some stiff shots, Marisol doing her best to fight out of it and cover up.
Chet Morley: Sam Tolson is unloading on Marisol and you knew this was bound to happen!
The official begins the count to break things up as Vilaro scrambled to the ropes, with Tolson making sure to let go, only to be blindsided with a thumb to the eye, which itself gets Marisol her own taste of the referee yelling. Of course Vilaro proclaims her innocence before getting right back on the attack with a swinging Neckbreaker going for the cover.
1!
2-
Tolson powers out at two, much to the frustration of Marisol who peppers her with mocking strikes. Finally getting back to a vertical base, she mouths off to the crowd, along with her partner who is trying to get her focus back into being calm and in charge. Vilaro takes the mindfulness lesson, practicing her patented breathing techniques which can be found featured in every physical and digital copy of the Vilaro System workout regimens and immediately regaining her composure.
Chet Morley: Man that stuff really does work!
Unfortunately for her, she turns right around into a charging Sam Tolson, who sends Marisol right into her own tag team partner before taking the staggered star and delivering the Victory Drop Alpha. Avenger does his work in making sure that Bouchet can’t interrupt the pin attempt.
1!
2!!
3!!!
Winners: Team SuperAbs!
Chet Morley: Oh now that’s just childish on the part of Marisol.
Will Ashford: Is it childish or is it carefully strategized mind games?
Meanwhile inside the squared circle, Avenger has finally calmed his partner down enough to get the match underway. The masked hero and Trey Bouchet circle the ring for a second before both men stop themselves in the middle of the ring to go for a hearty genuine handshake. The crowd cheer the exchange while Marisol now goes full coaching and scolding mode at her partner who shrugs it off in the name of good sportsmanship. Finally the match gets rolling as Trey and Avenger exchange holds, each competitor looking for leverage.
Will Ashford: Both men here looking pretty evenly matched as fsr as this initial exchange goes, the feeling out process all too important when in a high stakes match, such as this.
The impressive technical display wraps up with Trey working up from a seated side headlock into a belly to back suplex, but as he backs up to set up the next move, Marisol tags herself in, quick to try and take advantage as the fans boo.
Chet Morley: You talk about the potentially brilliant smart strategy there by Marisol Vilaro, but I might have to question this one.
Milking the chorus of boos from the crowd, Vilaro continues to stomp away at the fallen Avenger. Sam Tolson finally has enough of the antics and tries to step into the ring, only to have the ref hold her back to the amusement of Marisol. However, as she goes to focus back on the attack, she’s surprised by a jawbreaker followed by the crusader of justice tagging out much to the approval of the crowd.
Will Ashford: Now this match will be taken to another level.
While Vilaro initially looks like she’s ready to run and tag out, she fakes out Tolson for the cheap shot in the form of a basement dropkick followed by a quick knee. When she goes for the cover though, Sam powers herself back up and takes down Vilaro with a tackle and some stiff shots, Marisol doing her best to fight out of it and cover up.
Chet Morley: Sam Tolson is unloading on Marisol and you knew this was bound to happen!
The official begins the count to break things up as Vilaro scrambled to the ropes, with Tolson making sure to let go, only to be blindsided with a thumb to the eye, which itself gets Marisol her own taste of the referee yelling. Of course Vilaro proclaims her innocence before getting right back on the attack with a swinging Neckbreaker going for the cover.
1!
2-
Tolson powers out at two, much to the frustration of Marisol who peppers her with mocking strikes. Finally getting back to a vertical base, she mouths off to the crowd, along with her partner who is trying to get her focus back into being calm and in charge. Vilaro takes the mindfulness lesson, practicing her patented breathing techniques which can be found featured in every physical and digital copy of the Vilaro System workout regimens and immediately regaining her composure.
Chet Morley: Man that stuff really does work!
Unfortunately for her, she turns right around into a charging Sam Tolson, who sends Marisol right into her own tag team partner before taking the staggered star and delivering the Victory Drop Alpha. Avenger does his work in making sure that Bouchet can’t interrupt the pin attempt.
1!
2!!
3!!!
Winners: Team SuperAbs!
“Woke up this Mornin’” by the Alabama 3 blasts out over the house speakers, eliciting a reaction from the fans as first, head of security ENIGMA steps out onto the stage, soon followed by the impeccably dressed Emiliano Hernan, CEO of APWO. He nods to Enigma, before making his way down to the ring with the big man in tow. Once at the ring, Hernan takes the steps up while Enigma hops onto the apron and holds the ropes for him. Hernan takes a proffered microphone and stands in the middle of the ring, patiently awaiting his music to fade out.
Emiliano Hernan: Before I begin, let's hear it for the stars who have shone tonight. Lissie Hope finally getting in the ring, for instance.
He pauses for the pop, a small smile playing on his face.
Emiliano Hernan: We also have seen the final eight begin to take form, with Donny Mason and Logan Bailey advancing along with Team Super Abs. And still, two matches left to determine the final four! That 8 person elimination tag will take place here next week…..in an empty arena.
The crowd boos for a moment, until Hernan raises his hand bringing about an almost immediate hush.
Emiliano Hernan: It will be streamed, online, for free. It will be falls count anywhere. The only rule is, you can not pin the person you’ve been paired with…so now, you ask yourself my dear gladiators. Do you stick with whats worked? Try to become the final two? Or do you shed the imminent threat of their presence, for someone you perceive weaker? I look forward to the answer.
A pause for the reaction once more as Hernan leans over and whispers something into Enigma’s ear, which the big man nods to.
Emiliano Hernan: And now, for the other announcement, pertinent to only two people. One of whom got their first win tonight, the other sitting at home likely posting about the illegitimacy of elections….What IS an Emperor’s rules match? It’s simple really…Cypher and Lissie will meet off site, shuttled to the location i’ve chosen in separate cars. They will then fight as they have been dying to do, but the match does not end until The Emperor decides it so….or perhaps it is an Empress?
A smirk as the fans mutter amongst themselves.
Emiliano Hernan: The identity of this Emperor or Empress will remain a mystery until the bell sounds, if only because I am a fan of intrigue. With that, I implore you, enjoy the rest of the show and if you plan to attend Absolution? Get your tickets now, and your passports in order. Enjoy your evening, Ladies and Gentlemen.
“Woke up this Morning” once again plays as Emiliano and Enigma purposefully make their way to the back.
Chet Morley: Well that answered…very little
Will Ashford: Once more, Mr. Hernan keeps his cards close to his chest. More action, after these messages!
Emiliano Hernan: Before I begin, let's hear it for the stars who have shone tonight. Lissie Hope finally getting in the ring, for instance.
He pauses for the pop, a small smile playing on his face.
Emiliano Hernan: We also have seen the final eight begin to take form, with Donny Mason and Logan Bailey advancing along with Team Super Abs. And still, two matches left to determine the final four! That 8 person elimination tag will take place here next week…..in an empty arena.
The crowd boos for a moment, until Hernan raises his hand bringing about an almost immediate hush.
Emiliano Hernan: It will be streamed, online, for free. It will be falls count anywhere. The only rule is, you can not pin the person you’ve been paired with…so now, you ask yourself my dear gladiators. Do you stick with whats worked? Try to become the final two? Or do you shed the imminent threat of their presence, for someone you perceive weaker? I look forward to the answer.
A pause for the reaction once more as Hernan leans over and whispers something into Enigma’s ear, which the big man nods to.
Emiliano Hernan: And now, for the other announcement, pertinent to only two people. One of whom got their first win tonight, the other sitting at home likely posting about the illegitimacy of elections….What IS an Emperor’s rules match? It’s simple really…Cypher and Lissie will meet off site, shuttled to the location i’ve chosen in separate cars. They will then fight as they have been dying to do, but the match does not end until The Emperor decides it so….or perhaps it is an Empress?
A smirk as the fans mutter amongst themselves.
Emiliano Hernan: The identity of this Emperor or Empress will remain a mystery until the bell sounds, if only because I am a fan of intrigue. With that, I implore you, enjoy the rest of the show and if you plan to attend Absolution? Get your tickets now, and your passports in order. Enjoy your evening, Ladies and Gentlemen.
“Woke up this Morning” once again plays as Emiliano and Enigma purposefully make their way to the back.
Chet Morley: Well that answered…very little
Will Ashford: Once more, Mr. Hernan keeps his cards close to his chest. More action, after these messages!