(9/20/21) Monday Night Clash

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"The Cell" by Gojira hits the arena speakers as the lights dim down. When the drums kick in, pyro goes off from the big screen and stage. The crowd lets out a mixed reaction as a spotlight comes down onto the stage and Jayson Price walks out from the back, staring out at the crowd and then focusing on the ring.

Adilene Floyd: From Philadelphia, Pennsylvania... weighing in at 260 pounds... JAYSON PRICE!

Price starts walking down the ramp, ignoring the outstretched hands of the fans, until he reaches ringside where he rolls into the ring under the bottom rope and heads for his corner. Price stays leaning against the turnbuckles until the bell rings.

God's Plan by Drake hits the speakers and the girls swoon as the men hate with jealousy. Mason Jones comes out with a bath towel wrapped around his lower half and poses on the ramp. He takes the towel off and spins it around his fingers and throws it in the crowd after wiping his body with it. He runs the rest of the trip down the ramp and slides into the ring and humps the canvas twice and then pops up. He goes to the turnbuckles and points out at the crowd and then points at himself and declares him one of the best to ever do it. He jumps down and stretches his leg one at a time on the middle turnbuckle and winks at some of the woman. Hes ready for the bell.

Billy: Well, Price's sober journey continues as his tag team partner tonight is Mason Jones!

Chris Avery: This should be fun.. Maybe!

Scene switches backstage during the entrances of Jayson Price and Mason Jones to show Downfall, standing in front of a monitor with his arms folded, a disdainful sneer on his face. Dionysus walks up to him, carrying a cup of coffee for each of them from catering.

Dionysus: So your plan is just to be glued to the monitor all night, then?

Downfall: If we wanna get serious about doing the work to rehabilitate the Tag division on Clash, we need to be watching the tape and scouting all of the teams that are coming out of the woodwork. I had Der Metzger and Backbreaker watching me last week.

Dionysus: Yeah, but... can you really consider Price and Jones a team? They were thrown together once at Evolution, and Price ended up being too sauced to compete.

Downfall: They're still teaming now... although I think it's more life-coaching. Still... Price is at least IN this match.

Dionysus: But their opponents, though...

Downfall: John Blade has a mystery partner.

Dionysus: One thing's for sure. You can't see him... coming.

Dion has a cheeky grin. Downfall turns to give Dion a "you didn't just say that" look sideways as John Blade's music hits.

We switch back to the arena!

John Blade’s music begins to play as he walks out on stage. He talks to the camera man and bounces a little. He holds up his “Never Give Up” logo flag and tosses it to the fans. He salutes and stares into the camera and says "Tonight is the night!" and runs straight down towards the ring. He bounces off the ropes side to side and he holds up his “Hustle, Loyalty, and Respect” shirt. He takes off his hat and tosses his shirt to the fans and hands his Chain to the ref to begin to fight.

Billy: Who is his special teammate here tonight!?

Chris Avery: Blade is all smiles! I think he knows his special mystery partner!

The crowd buzzes as Blade is smiling wide.

“Higher Ground” by Red Hot Chili Peppers plays.

Billy: SHITFIRE!!

The crowd POPS BIG.

Trey appears from behind the curtain. He wastes no time with theatrics, powerwalking down the ramp. Totally in the zone..

Billy: ITS TREY BOUCHET!!

Chris Avery: THE HEDGEHOG-UNDERDOG HAS RETURNED!!

Billy: THE CAJUN CATAPULT IS BACK ON CLASH!!

Trey is getting huge pops as he rushes down the ramp and slides into the ring!

The music stops immediately when Price rushes at Trey to MUCH of the dismay of Mason and Trey ducks underneath the attack and grabs Price!!

DING DING DING

HE HITS A GERMAN SUPLEX ON PRICE!!

Billy: HERE WE GO AND TREY WITH A GERMAN!

Price rolls back to his knees as Trey grabs him and picks him up and hits a basic suplex!

Chris Avery: Trey with another suplex!

Billy: ITS A SUPLEX PARTY AND JAYSON PRICE IS INVITED!

Chris Avery: DRY BAR ONLY!

Trey poses over Price as he's staggering up and Mason Jones shakes his head and just gets off the apron!

Price is up and Blade gets in on the fun as he picks up Price onto his shoulders and turns hitting the Attitude Adjustment!

Billy: RAZOR BLADE!!

Price immediately stumbles right back up like a drunken fun (yet has not drank in months) and Trey hits A jackhammer!

Billy: COMPLEX

Chris Avery: OH MAN!!

Trey hooks a leg!

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!

DING DING DING!!

Billy: TREY BOUCHET PINS ANOTHER WCF HALL OF FAMER ON CLASH!!

Chris Avery: BLADE AND BOUCHET ARE WINNERS HERE TONIGHT!!

Price is being rolled out of the ring by the refs and Mason Jonoes grabs Price and helps him to his feet. Mason shakes his head knowing full-well the damage Bouchet and Blade can do and took the match serious with prep and planning but clearly Price did not.

Billy: Price is not on a good streak since returning!

Chris Avery: His sober journey continues!

Blade is pointing to Bouchet as he's being completely humble and trying not to take the spotlight but the crowd is popping and cheering! Bouchet poses and taunts for the crowd!

Billy: Trey Bouchet is BACK! I LOVE IT!

Chris Avery: Clash just got SUPLEX'IFIC!

We slowly fade to a commercial.

We return to Monday Night Clash to “Take a Stand” by Henry Jackman. Josiah walks out from behind the curtain as his music starts and poses for the fans, looking out and ensuring that each and every one of them catches a good glimpse of him.

Adeline Floyd: This is scheduled for one fall! On his way to the ring from Baltimore, MD… weighing it at 209 pounds… “The Maestro” Josiah Howard!

Billy: And here we go again folks. Action Wrestling is the place for the best and emerging talent.

Chris Avery: Exactly, and Howard is one of those new faces just waiting to make his big break.

Billy: And these fans are loving it!

He then makes his way down the ramp, slapping hands with fans and with a bounce in his step, before he looks toward the ring and lets out a loud "Wrestling's Superman has arrived" to a pop from the audience. Racing toward the ring, he slides in under the bottom rope before scaling the nearest turnbuckle and posing as his music fades.

Apex Predator by Otep hits the speakers. Niamh steps out onto the stage to a mixed reaction. As she regards the crowd a smirk rests on her lips and she then begins to rile the crowd up, drawing boos from the majority.

Adeline Floyd: Making his way to the ring from Derry, Ireland… weighing in at 125 pounds… Niamh Zeist!

Chris Avery: And just like that—Action Wrestling knows a bad egg when they see one.

Billy: Pretty bold to come out day one on this crowd’s bad side. But hey, whatever gets to the top.

Chris Avery: Still, this featherweight is going have a time with the strength and athleticism of Josiah Howard. Should be a good matchup.

Once she is satisfied with the anger in the audience, she begins to strut her way down the ramp. When she reaches the ring, she easily hops up onto the apron and takes a moment to pose, soaking in all of the boos and chants thrown her way.

Niamh then turns to the side and jumps over the top rope, landing in the middle of the ring and throwing her arms up for a renewed reign of boos, laughing as she revels in the reaction. Howard eyes her from a tradition stance—when from his side appears the streaking violence of Lethe through the crowd. Howard takes his eyes off Niamh so that she unleash a flying head scissors that takes out. Fans boo.

Chris Avery: We’re not even started and the bad’s getting bad between these newcomers!

Ding! Ding!

Lethe reaches the apron and launches herself towards Zeist with sunset flip. Their momentum takes over, having both highflyers roll to gain ground in luchador fashion until their series of rolls and pin attempts ends with Niamh Zeist on top with a jackknife pin attempt.

1!

2!

Lethe rolls out and creates space. She returns with a flying enzuigiri that drops Zeist to the canvas.

1!

2!

Chris Avery: Howard is there it time to break up the pin.

Billy: This match has been on caffeine from the get-go.

Chris Avery: Howard might be out his element against these balls of energy. But as soon as he catches one, this match be over quicker than it started.

Howard attempts to scoop slam Lethe, but she slips over his back and pushes him forward. Just as Lethe goes to for an attack, a streaking Niamh Zeist catches her midair and with a release belly-to-belly. Josiah attacks the moment Zeist stands with a lariat that would make Stan Henson’s mustache smile.

Billy: Josiah just took her head off!

Chris Avery: And now he has the young star right where he wants her.

Billy: All that power on a gutwrench suplex!

Chris Avery: Time slowed on that bad boy. And he makes the cover!

1!

Lethe breaks up the pin with a running senton. Howard rolls out of the ring. Fans get pumped up as Lethe hits the far ropes, bunny hops Niamh Zeist and then leaps over the ropes hitting a 720 DDT onto Josiah Howard leaving both wiped out.

Billy: Shitfire! They’re giving every last bit tonight!

Chris Avery: If you want to make an impression on Clash—that’s how you do it!

Billy: Oh no! This could be bad!

Howard is very slow to his feet. Lethe has mostly recovered but is still shaking out cobwebs when Niamh gets to the apron. She then drops both Josiah and Lethe with a toe-touching and technically beautiful asai moonsault from the apron.

Chris Avery: What guts!

Billy: We are witnessing stars born tonight!

Lethe and Zeist get to their feet about the same time and take different routes to the ring. As they enter, Howard then rolls under the ropes away from the two firebirds. Zeist attacks first with an arm drag. Zeist hits a dropkick. Fans get amped as they then exchange punches and chops. Both then charge to opposite ropes and hit a double clothesline neckbreaker spot that leaves them out flat.

Chris Avery: Who’s gonna step and take the brass ring?

Billy: It’s still anybody’s game!

Chris Avery: And these fans are enjoying every minute of it.

Josiah Howard gets a big pop from the fans as he lifts Lethe to her feet and whips her into the farthest corner. He follows that a superkick that drops her to the canvas. Niamh goes for a chop block but whiffs. Against her momentum, Josiah Howard pushes her into the ropes and executes an O’Connor roll—then forgoes the pin and throws a German Suplex that spikes Zeist for a pin.

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2!

3 –

Chris Avery: A last-second breakup by Lethe!

Howard recovers, but with his back the Lethe, she hits a reverse Frankensteiner from where he stands and spikes his head to the mat.

Billy: Shitfire!

Chris Avery: Lethe putting a ribbon on it!

1!

2!

3!

Adeline Floyd: And your winner… Lethe!

Lethe is up and celebrating as we cut to a commercial.

Kick in that opening bass guitar riff, followed by the guitar of 'Heartbreaker' by Pat Benatar. As the song kicks into gear out from the back steps out ‘No Diggity’ Scotty Donovan. Tonight he’s dressed for the occasion as he wears a sleeveless black t-shirt, his wrestling gear and of course to match the song that plays out over the PA a black tie.

Adilene Floyd: Making his way to the ring, standing 5’11 and weighing 211 pounds… Scotty Donovan!

Chris Avery: Scotty Donovan has already made some waves here in his first few weeks as an Action Wrestling superstar!

Billy: He has a resume-building victory over Claire Hawkins already, and he’s looking to put away another long-standing member of the AW roster!

Scotty D stops around the ring side and gives his personal stunt granny in the front row a high five as he mouths “I hope nobody pushes this nice old lady over!” towards the camera as the old granny gives a big ole' wink to the camera. Scotty D makes his way into the ring and steps up onto corner turnbuckle playing to the crowd as he pulls the tie over his head and tosses it into the crowd to one of the lucky ladies.

Chris Avery: Albeit, his opponent tonight might be a well-known name in our history, but after a long semi-retirement and hiatus, he’s back, and hoping to establish himself once more.

Billy: And here… he… comes!

Purple lights flash at the ring with a thick spotlight. Fans get to their feet as “Hard In Da Paint" begins to play. Moments later, enveloped in the flashing lights, and sporting an Atlanta Hawks jersey and glittering chains appears The Hippo at the entrance ramp holding a power fist high.

Adilene Floyd: Hailing from Atlanta GA … weighing in at 325 pounds … “Hippo” Harry Diderot!

Harry plays to the fans with a big grin on his face. As he passes the first corner barricade, Harry tosses his Hippo Harry branded hat into the audience before logrolling under the ropes. Hippo takes to the far turnbuckle and gives the people a raised fist. Harry then marches across the ring for a second power fist on the turnbuckle before taking his corner to prepare for the match.

Chris Avery: The leaner, but not meaner, Harry the Hippo is here!

Billy: We’re on the road to Execution and one of these guys is bound to get some momentum! Let’s get this started!

Scotty and Hippo, both fan favorites, start with a fist-bump and a mutual showing of respect. They engage in a tie-up, jockeying for position, but the much larger Hippo creates some separation by pushing Scotty to his back. Scotty reengages, trying to use some of his quickness, but Hippo is just too strong and pushes him backwards again. As Scotty flies in with a jumping uppercut, Hippo avoids it and drives an elbow into his throat, pushing him backwards into the corner. He follows it up with a backhand chop across the chest, which echoes in the arena. Hippo takes a few steps back and tries to run in with a clothesline, but Scotty gets his foot up and catches Hippo under the jaw. Scotty uses the middle rope for some leverage and jumps off, catching Hippo with a flying forearm! Hippo is still on his feet, but reeling… Scotty tries to roll him up, but Hippo sees Scotty’s body underneath, and tries to sit back on him! But before he can be flattened like a pancake, Scotty rolls out of the way in the nick of time!

Chris Avery: That could’ve been ugly! We almost witnessed an actual squash match!

Billy: These guys are far too talented for that!

Scotty gets to his feet and drops a quick dropkick to the back of Hippo’s head. He then bounces off the ropes and connects with a reverse jumping snap mare. Scotty hooks a leg!

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But Hippo kicks out quickly!

Scotty extends Hippo’s arm and flips his leg over, trapping it around his leg, and he drops down! Hippo screams in agony as Scotty’s bodyweight lands awkwardly on the limb. He then drops to his back, still holding the arm, trapping him in an armbar! Hippo reaches desperately for the bottom rope, his large 6’7” frame leaving him in close contact with the rope. Hippo reaches it, breaking the hold. The fans are getting behind Scotty as he paces, waiting for Hippo to climb back to his knees. Scotty runs in and connects with a knee to Hippo’s face, raising his arms to the crowd, building the momentum. Scotty then climbs up on the top rope, Hippo squarely in his sights.

Chris Avery: Scotty Donovan looks like he wants to put this one away!

Scotty leaps off, looking for a diving axehandle smash, but out of fucking nowhere, Hippo gores him in mid-air!

Billy: SHITFIRE!

That takes the breath out of Scotty Donovan and the crowd, but the half of the arena that is behind Hippo are starting to chant his name. Hippo shakes out his tender arm, and lifts Scotty up onto his shoulders like a sack of potatoes, taking two steps and dropping him down hard with an Oklahoma Slam! He makes the cover!

1…

2…

3--- NO! Scotty Donovan kicks out!

Hippo smiles and pulls Scotty up by the throat, lifting him high in the air with an elevated two-handed choke. Scotty is trying to fight out of it but Hippo tosses him halfway across the ring! Scotty pulls himself up as Hippo raises his arms to the crowd. But Scotty runs in and slams a forearm on Hippo’s back, before starting with a combination of mid kicks into a roundhouse kick! Forearm, forearm, and then he spins for more velocity for a third forearm, but NO! Hippo catches the strike, wags his finger “no no” at Scotty, and delivers an open-palmed slap right across Scotty’s cheek!

Billy: The Jack Slap!

Chris Avery: That’s disrespectful!

Billy: And it looks like Scotty didn’t appreciate that!

Hippo wraps his big arms around Scotty’s neck, trying to lock in a rear-naked choke and Scotty is out!

The ref rings the bell!!

DING DING DING

Billy: What a win! Harry Diderot wins!

Chris Avery: Wow!!

We fade out as Harry is on a roll.

“With Odin on Our Side” hits the PA system.

The crowd cheer

Chris Avery: The All-Father is here!

Billy: Shitfire! He’s not scheduled tonight!

The All-Father makes his way towards the ring, walking up the steps and stepping over the top rope. He reaches over and gets a mic.

Odin Balfore: Hey, Pasta, hows that pure cup treating you? What, the biggest name in this company isnt good enough for that? First, you fuck me out of Dune. If you go back and look at it, I stomped him every bit of the way. But you want to push everyone but me. Then, oh, yeah, thanks a lot for a seven man match. What a pittance. Now Max Damons picking the splinters of what used to be his ribs out of his lungs. I launched him clear across the ring ALL the way out there and crashing through the table. That's on you, Pasta.

I don’t know if my size intimidates you. I don’t know if its my gray hair that bothers you - that maybe I’m too old but these busted knuckles - they can and do still cause damage. Now, you might say that it isn’t personal - that it’s just business.

Odin lowers his head with a nod and takes a few steps around the ring before pawing at his mouth.

Odin Balfore: Business. Yah. Pasta, I know about business and you got too many MTV, Real Life vanilla midget rejects running around here as you try to cash in on some TV deal. I must have missed that part of pro wrestling when I was globetrotting in my twenties, getting my teeth kicked in for fifty bucks and a Soma. I’ve iced my knees so much over the years, I displaced an entire village of Inuits. I designed and built the road that you want to cruise down in your fuckin Telsa just so that you can play nice with all these TV assholes that think I’m just character. That's what you want this to become, right? You want to create a lifelike MCU off our blood, sweat, and tears when I know for a fact that you haven’t even shed your fair share. You’re a fuckin trash tier wrestler and a worse promoter, constantly getting saved by your fuckin dad. But truth be told, it’s a slap in the face of this business.

You want to talk about pure, this is pure. I’m pure. I’m what this business is all about it. And you can stand up there and you can say that I’m from a by-gone era -

Well.. Pasta.. Ain’t no one made me go, yet. And Walter actually fucking tried. If you think you can book me into the ground till I quit, you have another thing coming because I’ll drag this company to hell with me and beat each and everyone of you with experience.

Chris Avery: Gezzus

Odin Balfore: Oh, and Max… what Pasta calls business, I call personal and where I come from, they are one and the fucking same. You’re just collateral damage.

Odin drops the mic and exits the ring as his music kicks up to play him out.

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The raucous audience is rearing and ready for more action. Their loud cheers are soon silenced by the dimming of the lights in the arena. Waiting with bated breath, the fans are eager with anticipation for the next entrance. Suddenly, like the air being sucked out of the room, the silence is met with a drumroll that transitions the opening rift of Chad Kroeger’s crowning achievement “Hero” featuring Josey Scott. Instantly the words “Book of Rayne” come over the ActionTron as the fans inside the building begin to rain down heavy boos.

“I am so high, I can hear heaven”

Adilene Floyd: Introducing first, accompanied by Delta Rayne...DONOVAN RAYNE!

A spotlight comes from the bottom truss of the ActionTron, revealing Donovan Rayne standing directly underneath it. A cheshire fall befalls his face as the light reflects off the studded high fashion military-style hat that sits on atop his head. Standing stoically underneath the spotlight, he looks out amongst the crowd whose boos seemingly weave seamlessly along with the rhythm of Chad Kroger’s crown jewel. Suddenly, Donovan lifts his arms up towards the heavens, causing the lights in the arena to begin to illuminate once more. At this moment, Delta Rayne joins Donovan out on stage. A sultry smolder falls over face as she weaves her way onto the stage. While her left hand rests on her supple hips, she holds a copy of The Book of Donovan in her hands. Turning his attention over to his sister, Donovan opens up his stylish leather jacket that covers his chiseled physique. Now, with his abs firmly in vision of all the women, men, children, and camera inside the arena, he begins his slow descent down to ringside. Walking with a slow, methodical pace, he continues to look out amongst the crowd. Making his way down the ramp, he pays little attention to the jeers of the crowd. He lifts his arms to his side, as if he is inviting them all in for a hug. Delta, who is a few paces behind him, holds up the B-O-D over her head. Upon making it to ringside, Donovan steps to the side, allowing Delta to enter the ringside area first. Stepping behind his sister, he lowers his arms. Upon his direction, Delta takes the book from the overhead position, and rests it back into her right arm. With his right arm, The “Author” motions Delta to enter the ring. Slowly, she begins her ascent up the stairs. She makes it up to the apron, and turns her back to the ropes. At this moment, Donovan makes his way over to the steel stairs. Climbing them one by one, he continues to look over the crowd, with a grin larger than when he began his long journey to the ring. As he makes his way up to the apron, Delta switches the “B-O-D” into her left arm. Sitting on the middle rope, she raises up the top rope with her right arm, allowing an easy entry for Donovan. As he slips his body between the middle and top ropes of the ring, he places his right hand atop his head, in order to not lose his blinged-out military hat. Once Donovan is in the ring, Delta stands up from her seated position on the middle rope, and enters over the bottom. With the grin on his face disappearing, the chorus of Chad Kroger’s masterclass, “Hero” once again hits over the arena speakers. At this moment, Donovan takes the B-O-D away from Delta, and makes his way to the center of the ring. He raises the book overhead as the world continues to watch him, and hear Kroger’s chorus of “as they’re watching us” fall into the ears of the masses. After a moment of allowing the crowd’s “adulation” fawning over his master work, Donovan lowers the book from overhead. He hands it over to Delta. She makes her way out of the ring, before removing his hat and leather jacket awaiting the start of the match up… and the end of the blaring of Chad Kroeger’s masterpiece, “Hero” filling the arena.

Chris Avery: My ears are bleeding. Every damn week with that damn song.

Billy: Donovan Rayne, looking fit as ever, still looking to make an impact here in AW.

Chris Avery: Don’t forget Delta.

Billy: Ah...sweeter then sugar and more beautiful than a lamb taco, that Delta Rayne.

Chris Avery: Damn poet over here.

HERE WE ARE, BORN TO BE KINGS, WE’RE THE PRINCES OF THE UNIVERSE!

Queen’s “Princes of the Universe” belts out over the house PA system and Robert Benedict soon takes the stage, he lingering at the entryway long enough to undo the buttons on his cuffs. He gestures to the crowd with a smile and heads down to ringside to remove his dress shirt to the delight of some of the women in the crowd, and in his slacks he hops up onto the apron to turn and open his arms wide to point to the crowd and encourage their applause. He wipes his feet on the apron before he enters the ring.

Adilene Floyd: AND his opponent, from Raleigh, North Carolina, he is one-half of the Dangerous Gentlemen...ROBEERRRRRRT BENEDIIIICT!

Billy: Robert Benedict standing alone in action this week but I have liked what I’ve seen out of both of the Dangerous Gentlemen out of the gate.

Chris Avery: Tough, gritty competitors, both of them. Singles experience will be great for Benedict, who is as tenacious as they came.

The bell rings as the two men walk towards one another to the center of the ring. Rayne is bringing the trash talk game hard, pointing at his abs a couple of times while doing so. Benedict just watches on, laser focused. Rayne laughs a bit and turns his body away but attempts to use it as a tactic, quickly swinging forward for a punch. Benedict catches it and begins firing away himself. He catches a few right hands into Rayne’s moneymaker before sending both palms forward into a throat thrust. Rayne chokes a bit but athletically DARTS towards the far ropes and charges at Benedict, who has already starting running forward himself, sending a low front dropkick RIGHT to the kneecap of Donovan Rayne!

Billy: Donovan Rayne talking all the smack at Benedict, who is not in the mood for nonsense!

Chris Avery: Rayne is down, Billy! Rayne is in AGONY!

Rayne is clutching down at his knee wildly after the dropkick, the ref coming in to check on him. Benedict stands confidently, seeing right through the heelish act. He simply waves on Rayne, saying “I’m not falling for your shit”. Rayne, however, either keeps up the best play-acting ever seen...or that dropkick legitimately did real serious damage. As Benedict (and the ref) can’t seem to tell whether or not to take Rayne seriously, Benedict waves it off and steps forward, pulling Rayne to his feet. Rayne can put zero weight on the right foot, as Benedict wraps him up for a suplex, lifts up Rayne with PURE strength and drops him with a deadlift BRAINBUSTER!

Billy: Benedict is NOT gonna wait around to see if Rayne’s faking or not!

Chris Avery: Even the ref couldn’t tell, Billy! That’s how you know Rayne’s a dirty player. Doesn’t matter now. He’s flat on the mat, and he ain’t acting.

Benedict rolls up to his feet and, with no hesitancy whatsoever, slowly lifts Rayne back up to his feet just a bit, just enough to get his head between his knees. He lifts him up into powerbomb position, running forward a bit before SITTING OUT, dropping Rayne RIGHT ON THE BACK OF HIS HEAD AND NECK with the DEAD BANG! It beautifully transitions into a sit-out pin as the ref slides into position. Delta is screaming from the outside of the ring.

1…

2…

3…!

Robert Benedict puts Rayne away quickly!

Billy: Wow! Just like that?!

Chris Avery: Hard to tell what hurt Donovan Rayne the most in those 40 seconds. His knee, his neck or his ego. Benedict just bruised all three!

Benedict gets up and graciously accepts the raise of a fist from the ref as QUEEN hits on the P.A. system again, Hector Crowly appearing at the top of the ramp with hands clapping. Delta Rayne slides in quickly to tend to Donovan, who is out cold still from the powerbomb.

Billy: The Dangerous Gentlemen continue to impress here, my god what a stone cold victory.

Chris Avery: Look, Billy, Delta’s leaning over Donovan…

Billy: Dear lord, makes me drool as much as lamb tacos.

Chris Avery: Why do you keep comparing Delta Rayne to lamb tacos?

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Adilene Floyd: The following is scheduled for ONE FALL, introducing first, she weighs in at 185 lbs... C! V! O!!!

Cue those lights dimming and changing towards a violet hue.

Yeah..

YEAH!

As the sounds of "Smack a bitch" by Rico Nasty queue up, red and blue fireworks shoot down the edges of the walkway, creating a spectacle of deep, vibrant, purple explosions that completely mask the titantron screen for a full moment before CVO walks down that very same ramp that was just lit up! Hair down, eyes forward, her stride is deliberately slow, she doesn't make an exception for who her opponent is as she makes the journey to the ring! Waltzin' right up the short walk up those steel ring steps, she makes it a point to hike her leg up, swing it around, and step over the top rope of the ring despite being just under six feet in height. Booted feet on the apron, she checks her gloves, and then makes it a point to tighten up her headband, waiting for the bell.

Chris Avery: One of the brightest new stars, CVO is on her way to the ring -

Billy: THOT Squad is in the HOUSE!!

Chris Avery: That isn't a very positive representation for young women, Billy.

Billy: You take one look at them thighs and tell me she ain't empowered!!

Adilene Floyd: And her opponent, weighing in at 145 lbs... "THE METAL WITCH"... CLAIRE HAWKINS!!

As the world falls;

wider grows disaster's maw

Desperate the thralls call;

thee three crows caw

As those words faded to black, a shrill Banshee’s Wail rang out through the stadium and everything went as dark as it possibly could. A moment later, the beginnings of Orbit Culture’s Nensha began to play; a light layer of smoke appeared upon the stage as the lights began to frantically flash in sync with the music. As the music increased in pace, so did the flashing of the lights; a silhouette of a person appearing upon the stage, hunched forward.

PICK UP THE BONES!

Abruptly, the lights return to normal in time to see the person lean backward and release a deep guttural scream upwards to the heavens from parted lips painted black. Upon finishing the guttural growl, the person titled their head down and fixated their fiery crimson gaze upon the ring; the Action Wrestling crowd letting out a sizable pop. With skin as pale as porcelain and clearly dressed to compete within the squared circle, the person was none other than the Witch of Action Wrestling; Claire Hawkins!

Once she reached the ringside area Claire paused for a moment to look at the cameraman that had dared to get close enough to get a good shot of her face. With a vicious snarl, Claire let out another one of those screams and forced the cameraman to quickly backpedal. Feeling pleased with herself, Claire made her way over to the steps and into the ring. Once she was in the ring she walked to the side of the ring where the hard camera was and stepped onto the second rope, leaned forward a little to keep her balance, and held her arms up while she held up in the "Devil Horns" gesture as pyro shot up from the ring posts. All the while bellowing out that same savage, guttural scream.

Chris Avery: One of the greatest Television champions of all time!!

Billy: Van Owen has got one hell of a hill to climb, I tell you what!

Claire stands next to the ropes as Catherine Van Owen smirks at her, before Claire turns her back to let a yell out to the fans. Suddenly, the aggressive CVO sweeps her legs from under her and begins laying in with mounted right hands, and the crowd goes wild! Squirming on her back, the Metal Witch thrashes her feet out, trying to stop CVO getting any clean blows to follow up her first attack of the contest. Bringing her legs up to fend him off, the Metal Witch avoids the full-brunt of CVO's onslaught and then manages to free herself from underneath her and bail from the ring. Having underestimated the desire CVO possesses to put her down, the usually ice-cold Hawkins appears a tad flustered, a state that isn't helped one bit as the pumped-up Instathot rushes toward the ropes. CVO simply flings herself head-long over the top rope. As Hawkins feels the shadow cast over her, she looks up, but has no time to react as the super-charged body of CVO thumps into her, sending both their bodies tumbling back up the ramp, much to the delight of the fans at ringside.

Billy: CVO is built like a brick dumptruck, seeing that girl fly is almost as amazing as seeing them thangs thangin', respectfully.

Chris Avery: More to the point, CVO is off to a hot start, and she's really taking Claire off her game.

CVO lifts a dazed Hawkins back up and throws her into the ring. CVO climbs in and gives Hawkins a Garvin stomp to the limbs before finishing by stepping right on Claire's hand. Hawkins yells in pain. CVO tried to snatch her up in a side headlock, but before the ref can ask for the submission Hawkins lays a forearm into the ribs before backing CVO back into the ropes. She flings CVO across the ring, CVO bounces off the ropes, taking Hawkins down to the mat with a running shoulder block take down! Hawkins quickly gets to her knees, shaking her head and as yet unable to solve the riddle of Van Owen. Still, Hawkins now knows to keep her distance from the thiccly built Instathot. Hawkins works her way to her feet and looks directly across the ring at the game CVO, who makes a "bring it" motion with her hands. Hawkins and CVO start to circle each other once again, they look to lock up, only to see Hawkins duck down and go behind CVO with a back waist lock, she hoists CVO up in the air before driving her down into the mat on her chest. Claire floats over into a front face lock. starts to get into position when CVO starts working her way back to her feet when she counters with a bridging Northern lights suplex.

The referee: One... Kickout.

CVO rolls to her side, and goes to pick Claire up. But suddenly, a vicious eye rake makes CVO stumble off, cursing and scrubbing at her eyes. Hawkins is quick to shoot up like a bat out of hell, and she buries a kick right in the temple of CVO. Far removed from the figure that had held her frustrations in for so long, the now-released Hawkins flings her head back and lets out a primal roar. Hawkins talks some trash to CVO, before slapping her over the back of the head. Adding insult to injury, Claire grips CVO by the back of the head and pants and dumps her outside, before turning to the crowd and mocking her opponent. Hawkins then goes to the outside, ready to do more damage, but CVO comes to life with a stone headbutt, rocking Claire. CVO lays in a few savate style kicks. She goes for a head kick, but Hawkins ducks it and escapes further into the aisle. The referee warns both women to get back in the ring. Huffing out of her nose like a frenzied bull, CVO scrapes the soles of her boots across the ramps surface, before charging at the shell-shocked Hawkins. As she looks back wide-eyed, the Metal Witch is a rabbit in the headlights as CVO hurls herself at her with a diving spear, taking them over the barrier and tumbling into the fans lined-up along the aisle.

Chris Avery: Good Lord, good God! Spear from CVO, she just took Hawkins right over that damned security railing!

As a winded and startled Hawkins tries to crawl away from the frighteningly unreserved CVO, the referee finally finds the wrestlers in the crowd, but as he lectures CVO about returning things to the ring, CVO instead rushes at Hawkins once more, leaping off the guardrail to mow her down with an awe-inspiring spinning heel-kick. With the wild, unrestrained CVO not exactly going about the match in the most calculated of fashions, she's left crash-landing into a cluster of discarded chairs, while Hawkins is left tumbling over a tipped-over seat.

Chris Avery: CVO keeps up the high-intensity onslaught!! I’m not sure how long she’ll be able to sustain the pace of these attacks for, though… all it takes is one missed move…

Again, The referee tries to implement a measure of ceremony into proceedings as he orders a rising Hawkins to get things back into the ring, but again he is ignored by the super-charged Instathot. CVO stalks the dazed Metal Witch as she drags herself up. Creeping up behind her, the champ reaches forward and grabs a handful of colored hair, before sharply yanking her down into one of the abandoned seats. With his opponent now prone, the Instathot hops up onto the ringside barrier, then flings herself back off with a cross-body block, sending the chair on which the Metal Witch is seated toppling backwards.

Billy: CVO is taking it to a level that Claire has never experienced.

As the wrestlers spill down onto the floor, Hawkins is finally able to land a short flurry of forearms, before the ref grabs her arm and tries valiantly to pull her off CVO.

Knowing that the official hasn't the desire to bring the match to a very early close with a disqualification call, CVO pushes the official off-of her, only to catch one of Hawkins' unpredictable feet to the mouth. Feeling one of her teeth aching, the champ pats her mouth for blood, giving the Metal Witch a chance to swing both legs up and catch her in a vice-like head-scissors, using CVO's own arm to constrict her neck's artery…

Chris Avery: All it took was one moment, one second of inactivity on the part of the Instathot and the Metal Witch has seized her opportunity, she has those scissors locked-in incredibly tight – she’s almost going blue already.

Despite the ferocity with which her heart is pumping the blood around her body, CVO refuses to yield - and instead begins to climb to her feet - only for the Metal Witch to make herself deadweight on top of her. CVO manages to straighten her body off, before toppling forward and driving the hanging Metal Witch down into a pile of toppled-over chairs. As she feels the edges of the chairs dig into her ribs and arm, a pained Hawkins releases her grip on CVO, who heaves in a few deep breaths. Before CVO can fling herself at the Metal Witch once again, the referee commandeers one of the security guards, using him to force CVO back to the ringside barrier. Hopping up, CVO rubs her thigh where a chair dug in, before gripping the head of Claire and dragging her over. Claire again rakes the eyes and takes CVO by the head, then smacking CVO's head off the steel guardrail. A dazed Van Owen rests against the guardrail, before Hawkins charges at her. CVO counters, sending the Metal Witch high over the barrier and down onto the mats with a back body-drop! Arching her back off the black safety mats, a grimacing Metal Witch feels the effects of landing on the thin padding, while a pumped CVO high-fives a few of her supporters on the opposite side of the barrier.

Chris Avery: The momentum is still with Van Owen here... I have never seen such a blistering start, this is insane!

As the referee climbs over to ringside, CVO waits for a hunched-over Hawkins to rise, before using the barrier like a gymnastics’ horse. Planting her hands upon it, Hawkins swings her legs over, latching them around CVO's neck before pushing herself off and taking CVO down with an innovate version of the famed head-scissors maneuver. CVO pumps an inspiring fist towards her support, before hopping up onto the apron and lining up the rising Metal Witch in her sights. Jumping up onto the middle rope, CVO then vaults off…-...only for Hawkins to gather her senses and duck forward, seeking sanctuary just under the lip of the ring apron.

Chris Avery: Try Moonsault from CVO -

Billy: -Claire DODGES IT!!

Somehow managing to spot her dodge and adjust her flight in the constrictive airspace, CVO lands, crouched, just an inch or two away from the barrier… Only to almost be beheaded by a roundhouse kick from her opponent!!

Billy: OH! HAWKINS LANDS ONE!!

As she's finally able to connect, her furious foot smacks the loose head of CVO into the safety barricade, immediately scrambling her brains. As the referee now calls for the Metal Witch to bring the action back into the ring, CVO tries to drag herself up. Holding her splitting head in both hands, CVO's legs won't solidify beneath her, and she drops back down to the mats with a pained thud. Grabbing a handful of CVO's hair, Hawkins keeps her head held down as she flings a flurry of short kicks up into her face, before ushering her back into the ring… Her head obviously groggy, CVO struggles to stand following the harsh shots, and she drops back against the buckles for support. Seeing her cue, Claire charges at her, leaping up to drive both knees into her sternum, and then hooking the head to pull her down into an inverted lung-blower. Seeing a chance to go for her first pinfall attempt of the match, Hawkins rolls her over, then hops up to the top rope, flipping back off and onto her opponent with an Arabian Press, before hooking both legs.

The referee: One...

Two...

Chris Avery: Shoulder up!

The Metal Witch looks gleeful, rather than frustrated, that she knew it wouldn't be that easy. Still cupping her pounding head in her hands, CVO pulls herself up using the ropes, then again has to drop back against the buckles. With her opponent's arms draped over the ropes, Hawkins sees her torso as an open target, and fires off a harsh snap-kick to her chest, and another one, this time to the abdomen! CVO is trying to cover-up but the shots are simply too quick to defend against. With CVO beginning to sway, Hawkins vaults the top rope onto the apron, keeping hold of it, before springing back over to score an enziguri to the back of CVO's throbbing head! CVO collapses forward, prompting the referee to slide down and check on her.

Chris Avery: It comes as no surprise that these two badass women have absolutely brutalized each other, rules be damned. They've thrown everything but the kitchen sink at each other.

Not quite showing the same concern for her opponent as the official, Hawkins simply waits for her to roll onto her front, before flinging herself up into a majestic standing corkscrew senton. Rolling seamlessly back onto her front, Hawkins takes a moment to scream at CVO to get up, before nailing a Drive-By kick.

Chris Avery: And the Shining Witch! Hawkins puts CVO down, HARD.

Billy: CVO gave Claire a solid gold ass-whipping out there at ringside, but Claire is fighting back!!

Hawkins covers CVO.

The referee: One...

Two... Kickout.

Hawkins shrieks at her opponent to stay down. Hawkins gets back to get feet before picking CVO up off the mat. She drives the Instathot back into a neutral corner, before driving shoulder blocks to the midsection. She hoists CVO up to the top turnbuckle on a seated position, before hammering her with an open handed chop across the chest. Hawkins tries stepping up to the middle and then the top turnbuckle, setting her feet, and looks to deliver a top rope Hurrincanranna that's countered in midair by CVO into a sitout powerbomb. There's a massive "HOLY SHIT" chant as both participants lay on the mat. The referee starts counting both parties out.

The referee: One...

Two...

Chris Avery: What a counter by CVO in midair!!

Three...

Four...

Five...

Billy: CVO's starting to stir!

Six...

CVO rolls over and into the cover hooking the near leg of Hawkins.

The referee: One...

Two...

Thr- Kickout!

Chris Avery: Hawkins refuses to lay down!!

Billy: Say what you want about her, Hawkins is the greatest Television champion we've ever had!

CVO starts working her way back to her feet where she reaches down picking Hawkins up off the mat. CVO takes her back into the ropes and hurls her across the ring with an Irish whip, Hawkins bounces off the ropes and into rear naked choke! The referee starts asking Hawkins to surrender!

Billy: She's locked in the center of the ring!!

CVO locks down tighter as she applies more and more pressure! Hawkins starts to fade as she drops down to one knee! CVO continues the pressure as the referee checks for the choke before once again asking Hawkins to surrender as CVO forces Hawkins to a seated position. CVO cranks on the head and neck as Hawkins looks to be fading. Several long seconds tick by in the hold as Claire is draining energy by the moment. The ref reaches down picking up the right arm of the former TV champion. He raises it in the air before dropping it to the ground. He reaches down picking up the right arm and raising it in the air for a second time, he releases and it falls to the ground a second time. On the third time, Claire's arm stays in the air, and she begins vibrating with energy. CVO's head whips around in panic, and she starts yelling. Hawkins starts fighting her way up to a vertical base, and she stomps on the inside of CVO's leg, then her foot, then bites the forearm of CVO, making her yell, finally fighting out with an elbow to the side of the head, loosening the hold! Claire runs off the ropes, and she runs back right into a flying headscissors takedown from CVO!

Chris Avery: TTTL, THICK THIGHS TAKE LIVES!

Billy: CVO puts Hawkins down hard with that one!

CVO sees Hawkins down on the mat, and seeing as how she's already attempted a Try once, she's bound and determined to Try Again. She goes to the ropes and bounces up to the top rope, setting herself, and she looks back at Claire, then she pushes off for a beautiful looking double rotation moonsault! However, as before, the Try Again finds nobody home, and Hawkins rolls out of the way just as CVO is beginning the comedown. CVO hits the mat incredibly hard, and cringes, holding her chest and groaning. Hawkins, riding the spike of energy, gets to her feet, running to the ropes and coming off with a corkscrew senton splash, taking CVO and herself all the way down.

Chris Avery: Counter Spell to CVO!!

Billy: She got all of it! But Claire is down too!!

Indeed, Claire expended so much energy flying off the top rope and going through the broad base of CVO that she's laid out on the mat next to CVO, gasping and trying to recover. Both competitors are down once again. The referee checks on them both, as the first to recover will gain the advantage.

CVO gets up and grabs Hawkins but HAWKINS HITS THE MIST!!

CVO stumbles back and Hawkins twists the arms up and rolls CVO into a cradle pin!!

ONE!!

TWO!

THREE!!

DING DING DING

Billy: Hawkins got her!

Chris Avery: Hawkins back on winning track!

Hawkins rolls out of the ring but CVO is demanding a towel trying to wipe off the mist blinding her!

We roll to a commercial.

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RICH GREEDY feat. Peso Peso's Ese Talk hits and a engine noise is heard when a brand new Tesla Series X drives up next to the stage and Diego Tesoro hops out of the drivers seat and poses next to the car. The crowd boos as Diego jogs around the front of the car and hops onto the stage and stands at the top directly under a shower of pyro from above him and he points to his smiling face.

Adilene Floyd: Introducing from Mexico City, Mexico, the wealthiest Mexican superstar in Action Wrestling! Diego Tesoooorrooo!!

Diego fists pumps and makes his way down the ramp smiling and talking trash to all the disgusting fans in the rows around him. He gets to the bottom of the ramp and makes his way up the steps to the apron and looks back out at the crowd who continue to all boo him. He dips through the ropes and spins in a half circle and jumps to the middle turnbuckles and points back at his face with a huge smile. The crowd loves to boo him again as he makes fun of them for not having as much money as he has. He hops down off the turnbuckles and is ready to wrestle.

Billy: Submission match coming up! Diego has to face the former World Champion!

"Greetings from Mary Bell Township!" by Will Wood hits and Ash Blake comes through the curtain and down the ramp.

Chris Avery: Ash Blake was arguing with Lissie Hope recently, did you see this!?

Billy: I did! Something about how Lissie had to leave Bacchus be!

Chris Avery: Lissie and Ash didn't exactly see eye to eye, I remember!

Billy: Either way, Ash is prepared for this match up, you can just tell!

Ash is indeed prepared and she's in the ring ready to roll.

DING DING DING

Diego begins to charm her and just walks around her in a circle..

Billy: What is he doing?

Chris Avery: Diego is checking her out!

Diego steps in front of her and asks Ash to kiss her on the cheek!

Billy: What the hell?!

Chris Avery: I have no idea what Diego is thinking!

Ash doesn't budge and just smirks.

Diego winks and THEN GOES FOR A SLAP!

Ash ducks and grabs Diego into the Crossface Chicken Wing and wraps her legs around him with the bodyscissors and he goes down!!

DIEGO TAPS OUT!!

DING DING DING

Billy: It's over!! Ash wins!

Chris Avery: That fast! It was over before it started if you ask me!

Billy: Who does Ash have next on her target list!?

Chris Avery: No matter who it is; they better watch out.. Ash is one tough son of a bitch!

We fade to a commercial.

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Chris Avery: Two teams… freshly added to Monday Night Clash… are about to clash!

Billy: After that weak triple threat last week against our Tag Team Champ Downfall… I don’t have a lot a faith in them boys.

An eerie hum fills the earholes of over sixty thousand humans in attendance. The ActionTron5000 lights up with violent and possibly satanic images. The hum morphs into “Ora Pro Nobis Lucifer” by Behemoth and a masked man emerges from the smoke filled stage.

Billy: Dang amazing that Der Metzger went from headlining Timebomb to… this...

The lights spookily flicker as Der Metzger staggers onto the stage with his devoted minions following after him. The trio stops on the stage. Red lights flash and the music morphs into “The Sickness” by Disturbed. Kancer slowly makes his way out onto the stage, joining Der Metzger and his minions.

Chris Avery: We could see something different from these two tonight.

The group ventures on toward the ring. Kancer slides into the ring and sits in the corner. Der Metzger rolls into the ring, then paces back and forth in the middle of the ring. The fans boo the heck out of this group.

Billy: Almost a month ago, them boys issued an open challenge… and it was answered by Backbreaker Fight Club, them boys straight outta the Performance Center.

The scene switches backstage to show Dionysus watching the monitor closely as both teams have made their entrances. Downfall is off to one side, shadow-boxing with an intense look on his face.

Dionysus: This one is interesting because both of these teams come in numbers. I mean, I know they lost Pettis, but how many is Devil's Gate rolling with now, four, five members? And Kancer has some experience running stables of his own, too.

Downfall: Kancer tried to push his weight around and claim he should be the leader. Metzger still answers to his doctor... sounds to me like there's too many cooks trying to run the kitchen.

Dionysus: Yeah, but they're dangerous, though. You can't take anything away from Metzger, he's only been beaten twice.

Downfall: Never know which version of Backbreaker Fight Club you'll get, either. They have the same indoctrinated mentality as Devil's Gate, they'll lose three to get one. Koenig won the OCW World title with his boys running interference, you gotta figure they'll do whatever it takes even if it means they've gotta fight dirty. Keep our eyes on these teams during the match.

Dionysus nods, concentrating on the match as it is about to begin.

Spotlights soar around the stadium and “For The Glory” by All Good Things starts to play.

♫ Better back down, you're in my domain
Got the whole crowd screaming out our name
It's a blowout, it's a hurricane
It's over before you know it
Why you shaking, we're a dynasty
In the making, we're the royalty
Now we're breaking down the enemy
Move over for the soldiers ♫

The spotlights return to the stage, illuminating the Backbreaker Fight Club. Standing on the stage are OCW World Champion Jacob Koenig, Tyler Kline, Jay Sasaki, and Tommy Stark. Koenig stands in the middle of the stage and he looks out at the crowd, who respond positively to his presence. The group walks down the ramp together with Koenig leading the charge.

Chris Avery: Backbreaker is here! They had a heavy presence in Omega Championship Wrestling, and now they’re on Monday Night Clash!

Once the group makes it to the edge of the ring, they look at each other and nod, then Sasaki and Kline climb to the apron while Koenig and Stark remain at ringside. Both teams converse amongst themselves, and then Metzger and Sasaki start things off. They meet in the center of the ring, silently staring at one another. The opening bell tolls and Metzger throws a heavy punch at Sasaki’s jaw. Sasaki backs up and nods his head, then asks for another. Metzger swings again, and Sasaki ducks it, then in one solid motion throws a clothesline to the back of Metzger’s neck. Metzger eats the mat and Sasaki backs off, not wanting to attack his opponent while he’s down.

Billy: STAY ON HIM!!

Sasaki watches as Metzger starts to get up, and then he walks around and hooks Metzger in a front face lock. After delivering a few knee strikes, he sets Metzger up for a suplex… but Metzger pulls back down with a small package roll-up.

ONE!

TW--KICKOUT!!

Both men get to their feet and charge at one another, both going for a clothesline at the same time, and both only thudding their arms across each other’s chests. They nod at each other, possibly out of respect, and then Metzger hits the ropes, and Sasaki catches him with a belly-to-belly suplex, then covers him.

ONE!

TW--KICKOUT!!

Metzger shoots a thumb to Sasaki’s eye to back him off, and he then goes to the corner to tag in Kancer… while Sasaki backs up to his corner and allows Kline to tag him. Kancer comes in hot with a jumping shoulder block to Kline. When they both get up, Kline charges again and takes a scoop powerslam from Kancer.

Chris Avery: There’s the cover!

ONE!

TW--KICKOUT!!

Kancer pulls Kline up and starts to hook him for a Russian Leg Sweep, only for Kline to elbow him in the jaw to break it off. Kline hits a side thrust kick that drops Kancer to the mat. As Kancer starts to get to his feet, Kline shoots in with a running knee strike to the head. While Kancer is down, Kline goes to tag in Sasaki. Together, they pull Kancer up and Sasaki hoists Kancer up on his shoulders. Sasaki death valley drives Kancer onto Kline’s double knees.

Billy: BAKKUBURIKA!~!1

Chris Avery: THERE’S THE COVER!

ONE!

TWO!!

THR--WHAT?!!?!

Before the count of three, Dwade and Kuraim hit the ring and they dog pile onto Sasaki to break it up. The referee calls for the bell.

Chris Avery: WHAT THE HELL?!

Adilene Floyd: The winners of this match by disqualification… BACKBREAKER FIGHT CLUB!!

Dwade and Kuraim continue the attack on Sasaki, as Kline joins in to help his partner. Metzger joins the fight, too… and then Jacob Koenig comes in to help even the odds. He pulls Metzger up and the two brawl. Metzger throws a clothesline. Koenig ducks and hits the ropes, then smashes Metzger with a single leg running dropkick. Metzger rolls out of the ring. Dwade and Kuraim follow, dragging Kancer along with them.

Billy: It’s wasn’t pretty but a win is a win.

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Team Extreme are already in the ring with weapons and shit. They're ready for a war.

We cut backstage

Scene switches backstage after Team Extreme's entrance, to show Dionysus and Downfall, standing side by side. Dionysus is holding a bag of chips, munching thoughtfully, and Downfall looks disgruntled by the crunching.

Dionysus: This is like a quasi-Brotherhood reunion that never happened.

Downfall: More to the point, Phoenix was one of the standouts of the Following, and Kaine was a highlight of Cruiserclash. They're a team to watch, in my opinion.

Dionysus crunches some chips, nodding. Downfall twitches.

Dionysus: But have they got any experience partnering recently? Or is this just two guys with nothing better to do looking for a way to get back on track?

Downfall: Some could have said the same about us, once upon a time. Shit, that's Team Extreme's entire thing.

Dionysus: Regardless, Phoenix and Kaine two amazing singles competitors.

Dionysus keeps munching, and they keep watching the screen.

We come back to the arena where Phoenix joins Kaine at the bottom of the ramp as the music fades.

They slide into the ring..

DING DING DING

The four men go to war in the middle of the ring where Kaine and Beefer start clubbing each other before Beefer pulls Kaine through the middle rope with him to the apron to the outside! Striker whips Phx into the ropes but Phx leapfrogs Striker and hits the ropes coming back with a hugeeee forearm smash putting Striker down on the canvas! Striker stumbles up and Phx rushes over hitting a shotgun dropkick sending Striker stumbling back over the ropes to the apron!

Striker pulls himself up but ducks as Phoenix rushes at him but Phx turns his body in midair and hits a twisting moonsault type splash onto Beefer at the bottom of the ramp!!

Billy: SHITFIRE!! CJ PHOENIX WITH HIGH OCTANE AGILITY!!

Kaine stumbles up and out of nowhere Striker jumps off with a front flip crashing down onto Kaine taking him out as well!!

Chris Avery: EXTREME ACROBATICS!!

Striker gets up and is all excited but Phx is in the ring and charges through the ropes with a HUGE suicide dive taking Striker out on the bottom of the ramp!!

Billy: WHAT A DIVE!! SHITFIRE MAMMA MIA!

Phx pops up and the crowd eats it allll up!! Beefer is up and hits Phx from behind with a blow and then shoves him into the ring apron chest first! Beefer pulls out a garbage can of weapons and dumps some out! He pulls out a crowbar and whacks Phx in the ribcage with it!!

Billy: Oh come on! CHEAPSHOT MAYBE!

Chris Avery: Beef doesn't slow down with weapons!

Beefer hits another shot to the chest of Phx before rolling him into the ring! Kaine is up and follows Beefer but Kaine is hit from behind by Striker! Striker whips Kaine into the railing! Striker pulls a table out from under the ring and this sold out crowd go crazy! Striker pushes it under the ropes into the ring where Beefer is stomping on Phx!

Billy: What are they going to do with that table?!

Chris Avery: Who knows!

Beefer picks up Phx and whips him to the corner and Striker rushes in with a forearm shot to the face of Phx but before he can even sell it Beefer hits a body splash onto Phx as well!!

Billy: Shitfire what a hardcore combo!!

Chris Avery: My god!!

Striker and Beefer hit a huge dumb dropkick in stereo knocking Kaine off the apron back down to the mats!!

Striker and Beefer get up and hug and they love each other cause they're weird best friends. They grab the table and set it up in the middle of the ring. They laugh as they want table destruction so fucking bad!

That's when Striker turns around and Kaine HITS A SLINGBLADE

Beefer turns around and Phoenix shoots out with a TALON KICK!!

Billy: KAINE WITH A TAKEDOWN!

Chris Avery: TALON KICK!!

Phoenix and Kaine FIRE up and the crowd goes crazy as they put Beefer and Strikers big asses on the table together..

Billy: What are they going to do here!?

Chris Avery: OH GOD!!

Kaine and Phx fist bump and they go to separate corners and climb up!

The crowd all rises to their feet..

Kaine and CJ point and count to three!!

THEY LEAP INTO THE AIR TOGETHER!!

Kaine HITS A FROG SPLASH AND PHOENIX HITS A PHOENIX SPLASH!!

THEY CRASH THROUGH THE TABLE TOGETHER!!

Billy: SHITFIRE!!

Kaine and Phx hype up with the crowd before they pin Beefer and Striker together!!

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

DING DING DING

Billy: DAMIAN KAINE AND CJ PHOENIX ARE WINNERS HERE TONIGHT!!

They get up and pose but the lights strobe on and off and it's not their music.

The crowd ALL POPS AND RISE TO THEIR FEET..

The ActionTron lights up with


Billy: SHITFIRE WHAT?!

Chris Avery: ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!

Robby Bigg Dick walks right through the curtain as the music stops and he slides into the ring.

Kaine and CJ are thrown off just a bit and confused and shocked and RBD hits a clothesline sending both of them down!!

Billy: WHAT THE?!

RBD picks up a piece of the table and smashes it over the head of Kaine sending him down!

CJ gets up but RBD grabs the table liner plastic piece and wraps it around the neck of Phx choking him before hitting a Russian Leg Sweep on Phx using the plastic liner!

Billy: SHITFIRE!!

Chris Avery: WHAT IS HE DOING?!

RBD takes the steel chair and picks it up, folding it and then Kaine gets up and RBD smashes it over Kaines head!!

Billy: HES BUSTED KAINE OPEN!

Kaine is rolling to his stomach as blood pours out of his forehead and CJ stands up but RBD hits Phx in the stomach with the edge of the chair and then slams the chair across the BACK of PHX's head sending him straight down to the canvas!

Billy: GOD DAMN!

RBD kneels down and takes a piece of the table and knifes it into the forehead of CJ Phoenix!

Chris Avery: WHAT THE FU-

He's bleeped out as RBD throws the table piece into the crowd and Phx and Kaine are bleeding out in the middle of the ring..

Beefer and Striker stand up and step toward RBD..

THEY ALL THREE EMBRACE!

Billy: JESUS CHRIST NO WAY!!

Chris Avery: ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?

The crowd goes from popping and shocked to booing.

Beefer and Striker are smiling as RBD poses towards the hard cam and flips everyone off.

That's when we see officials rushing down the ramp and then we notice AW Superstar John Black coming down the ramp..

Billy: John Black!

He slides into the ring and is trash talking but RBD, Beefer and Striker got out of the ring just in time!

Chris Avery: John Black has had his troubles with Team Extreme in the past as well!

Black kneels down to check on Kaine and CJ Phoenix but the damage has been done. Big time.

Billy: This is not good!

Chris Avery: Kaine and Phoenix look in bad shape, folks!

Team Extreme and RBD keep celebrating on the ramp flipping off the fans!

Billy: There is Sebastian Ried, he's checking on his guy too!

It's a messed up, bloody, destruction of a ring and Team Extreme and RBD continue flipping off the crowd and the scene fades to a commercial.