Infinite Pro Wrestling — Adrenaline VII.

[Mav.]

INFINITE PRO WRESTLING PRESENTS:
ADRENALINE VII.



LIVE! from The OVO Arena Wembley in London, England.
Sunday, August 14th, 2022.
7:00 P.M. (GMT) – On The XHF Network.

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‘War Ender’ by ONI begins to play as the feed comes to life and pyro erupts along the stage, all of the LCD boards light up with the Adrenaline graphics and as the pyro ends? We’re given a panoramic shot of the entirety of The OVO Arena Wembley in the heart of London, England. The arena is SOLD OUT at a maximum capacity of over ten thousand fans packed inside, on their feet, and chanting.

“I–P–DUB!”
“I–P–DUB!”
“I–P–DUB!”
“I–P–DUB!”

As the music continues to play throughout the arena, the camera feed is panned down to the ringside area and we’re shown only Chloe Hartwell this time around– seemingly the only commentator at the table for now.

CHLOE HARTWELL
“Ladies and Gentlemen… WELCOME TO INFINITE PRO WRESTLING ONCE AGAIN! We’re live inside of The OVO Arena Wembley again and the road to Royal Crown after Night of Champions could not have gotten any hotter– feels like the heatwave that’s just struck down in London once again! Although, I have some sad news to share with all of you– after the events that took place during the week at a wrestling show in Detroit, our good friend Dominic Morrissey couldn’t make it here and now is on indefinite leave of absence as they look to heal from their injuries. We’re wishing you the best, Dom, but as of right now? We’re joined by their replacement… LUIS DE LEÓN!”

The camera panned out and we’re shown Luis De León sitting right beside Chloe Hartwell– Luis gives a wave to the camera before smiling.

LUIS DE LEÓN
“It is an amazing feeling to be here at the commentary desk tonight and I’m sure that we’re going to make a great broadcast team together, Chloe– but I’ve got some news to break with some of the people here tonight involving the Royal Crown Rumble!”

CHLOE HARTWELL
“Please, do tell!”

LUIS DE LEÓN
“There are now a few members from outside of the Infinite Pro roster that have joined in to get involved with the Royal Crown Rumble– and those names are as follows; Wildcat Capone from TAPOUT Wrestling, Alexander Von Blankenship from Hardkore World, and two outsiders from the network – Lamar Sellers and a big monster known as Konstantine. These are just a few of the names that have come through to see what our roster can take!”

CHLOE HARTWELL
“Now those are some names, I’m aware of Wildcat Capone and AVB– that man’s the son of XHF Legend, Rat Bastard! But names like Lamar Sellers and Konstantine are gonna be interesting to see what they can prove in this one– but how about we run through the card for tonight, shall we? Let’s talk about the main event… and it’s gonna be a classic right there just judging by who’s involved. Ana Somnia and MYOJIN—who just came out of an almost sixty minute classic at Night of Champions—will take on The Dead End Express, who attacked the two after their match at Night of Champions.”

LUIS DE LEÓN
“But there’s so much at stake in that match, Chloe, just think of the stipulations put in place for that match alone. If The Dead End Express somehow manage to escape with the win, they get to pick the stipulation for the eventual match ahead of Hank Haggard Jr at Royal Crown for the Infinite Pro World Championship against MYOJIN– but if Ana Somnia and MYOJIN are able to win their match tonight, then all members of The Dead End Express are banned from all shows until after Royal Crown! There’s so much at stake for all combatants heading into Royal Crown!

CHLOE HARTWELL
“There is indeed– but that’s not the only grudge match on the cards for tonight as El Rey and Spike Kane clash with one another– and that’s gonna be a goddamn bloodbath if the two can get violent in any way possible. It was the main event of London Heatwave that saw El Rey crack a chair over Spike Kane after the two clashed earlier in the night concerning themselves with a shot at the Infinite Pro National Openweight Championship but let’s see what the future might hold for them if either can walk out alive of that one.”

LUIS DE LEÓN
“And then, a second chance for Aaron Asphyxia and Savannah Sunshine to clash with one another before they’d meet in the Royal Crown Rumble next month– these two were scheduled for Adrenaline V but commitment issues and travelling problems caused the match to be called off, but they’re given the chance to repeat themselves here tonight so let’s see what these ladies can bring to the table ahead of the pay-per-view.”

CHLOE HARTWELL
“Before we could get to all of those good matches, we head to our opening contest of the night bringing the debuting Xoltol Hun and Johnny Five to clash with one another– this one might be one that could be slept on, I can guarantee that. Let’s not waste any time and get to the action!”

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CASEY KINCAID
“Our first match of the evening is scheduled for ONE FALL!!!”

"HERE'S JOHNNY!!!"



CASEY KINCAID
“Introducing first, residing in Hackney, London by way of New York, New York… JOHNNY FIVE!!!!”

'I Got 5 On It' hits the speakers and Johnny Five makes his way out, grinning and flexing his not inconsiderable muscles. He heads down the ramp and rolls into the ring, clambering up onto the turnbuckles and continuing to pose for the audience, gleefully pointing at and giving thumbs up to anyone cheering for him.

You can't kill me, bitch, I've done too much
You can't kill me, bitch, I've done too much
You can't kill me, bitch, I've done too much
You can't kill me, bitch, I've done too much

CASEY KINCAID
“And his opponent, from Teotitlán, Oaxaca, Mexico… The Goddess of Death… XOLTOL HUN!!!!!!”

Smoke appears as we pan across the venue. We rest to see a grave and some dirt. A hand raises out of it and we see Xoltol Hun climb out of the grave. Swaying to and fro with the music. As the words continue on it's as if she grows in power and intensity. She spits out blood as she crawls towards the stage area. She stands up and commences in a bloodbath of sorts. with the red liquid pouring down on her.

I'm immortal
I'm immortal
I'm immortal
Can't die, can't die, can't die

She walks creepily down the ramp way, as skeleton hands and zombie hands peer out on both sides. Making a hall of deadly hands as they move and twitch, grasping at her. She walks around the ring, staring into the ring. Slowly she climbs up the steps on all fours before climbing up the turnbuckle.

She raises her arms and around the ring skeletons come out from under it. She drops down to the middle of the ring where she does a cut throat motion and then goes to her corner.



MATCH ONE
XOLTOL HUN vs JOHNNY FIVE

DING! DING!

XOLTOL HUN slowly turns to face JOHNNY FIVE and they begin to slowly circle each other, sizing the other up. They LOCK UP. Xoltol quickly spins behind Five for a WAIST LOCK. Johnny Five powers Xoltol’s arms off his midsection and spins into a WAIST LOCK of his own followed by a quick WAIST LOCK TAKEDOWN. Xoltol gets to her knees and bridges out of the hold, taking Five’s back and grabbing another WAIST LOCK that Five is able to quickly counter into a SIDE HEADLOCK. As quick as he tries to take Xoltol Hun over, Hun gets a leg up and around Five’s neck for a HEAD SCISSORS. Five rotates and gets up to his feet, and flips over the top of Xoltol for a pinning attempt.

ONE!

In a show of strength, Xoltol bridges out of the pin, spins behind Five and drops him over with a BACKSLIDE! The shoulders are down!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

It was a near fall by Xoltol Hun but Johnny Five rolls out and is first to his feet. He runs towards Xoltol but is caught by an ARMDRAG TAKEDOWN and Xoltol follows it up with an ARMBAR. Johnny Five fights it and is able to power back up to his feet, reversing the hold into a WRIST LOCK. Five grabs Xoltol’s hair and PULLS HER DOWN TO THE MAT. She KIPS RIGHT BACK UP. Five PULLS HER DOWN TO THE MAT BY HAIR AGAIN and another quick KIP UP. Five spins and CINCHES THE WRIST LOCK A LITTLE TIGHTER. Xoltol fights it before getting some momentum. She runs towards the ropes and SPRINGS UP, LANDS WITH HER LEGS ON THE TOP ROPES, SPRINGBOARDING HERSELF INTO A FLIP breaking the hold and landing on her feet. She ARM DRAGS Johnny FIve and once again locks in an ARMBAR. This time locking it very deep. Xoltol stands and GRABS FIVE’S WRIST, bending it backwards. She goes to BITE Five’s fingers just as Five makes it to a knee. Five urgently reveres and now controls the WRIST LOCK. He PULLS HER DOWN BY HERE HAIR AGAIN and AGAIN SHE KIPS UP. Johnny FIve SLAPS HER ACROSS THE FACE to the shock and dismay of the crowd.

Xolotol backs up, holding her cheek, also in shock. Rage washes over her face as she lunges forward and GRABS JOHNNY FIVE BY THE NECK with both hands and DRIVES HIM BACKWARDS AND INTO THE CANVAS. She mounts and begins HITTING HIM WITH RIGHT AFTER RIGHT. The ref tries to ask for a break. Johnny Five is able to roll over and THROWS SOME RIGHT HANDS OF HIS OWN. Xoltol rolls back on top, and it’s an absolute brawl. She begins CHOKING Five but the ref is finally able to get into between them and push them both away.

Both get to their feet at the same time and they LOCK UP near the ropes but Five quickly throws a KNEE TO THE MIDSECTION followed by a viscous FOREARM that rocks Xoltol into the ropes. She pops back up with a FOREARM of her own. Johnny Five then FOREARMS her back into the ropes again but this time he grabs her arms and throws them over the top and CHOPS her.

WOO!

Johnny pushes her back against the ropes again and delivers another loud KNIFE EDGE CHOP.

WOO!

Johnny Five delivers a third CHOP then WHIPS Xoltol into the ropes. He bends down but Xoltol comes off the ropes and KICKS Five. She grabs him and sets up for a SUPLEX but Johnny Five blocks it. She tries to suplex him a few times as they move around the ring, FIve able to block it each time. She finally KNEES him in the gut and gets into a better position and goes for a SUPLEX NEAR THE ROPES. Five spins out of it, landing on the apron. Xolotl turns and is met with a GUT TO THE MIDSECTION. Five bends his head down between Xoltol’s legs and FLIPS HER UP AND OVER THE ROPES but she lands on her feet on the floor and tries to POWERBOMB Five off the apron but he’s holding the ropes. She finally is able to pull him off the ropes but Five uses the momentum to reverse the powerbomb into a HURRICANRANA instead. Both are down.

THIS IS AWESOME!
Clap…Clap…Clap Clap Clap
THIS IS AWESOME!
Clap…Clap…Clap Clap Clap

Johnny FIve is back to his feet and KICKS Xoltol before ripping the padding off the barricade wall. He picks Xoltol up and DROPS HER OVER THE EXPOSED BARRICADE. Five picks her up and rolls her back into the ring. Back in the ring, Five CHARGES AND KICKS Xoltol in the gut as she makes it to her hands and knees. He picks Xoltol up and drops her with a VERTICAL SUPLEX. FIve kneels down on Xoltol for a lazy pin.

ONE-QUICK KICK OUT!

Johnny Five quickly goes back on the attack with a REVERSE CHIN LOCK, driving his knee into the back of Xoltol’s spine and neck. Xoltol powers out and gets back to her feet but Five SENDS HER INTO THE ROPES and tires for a CLOTHESLINE but Xoltol ducks under him, rebounds on the ropes and DIVES hitting Five with a FLYING CROSSBODY. Johnny Five is able to get back up just before Xoltol does and sends a quick DROPKICK to Xoltol’s face. This time FIve picks Xoltol’s head up and sets it on the bottom rope, standing and putting his weight on her head, CHOKING HER. The ref jumps in to break it and the usually clean Johny Five holds his hands up before pushing Xoltol back into the corner and sends another CHOP into her chest.

He WHIPS her towards the corner but Xoltol is able to reverse and SEND FIVE CHEST FIRST INTO THE TURNBUCKLE. She immediately charges in and SPLASHES Five from behind. Xoltol jumps in the air and lands in a seated position on Five’s shoulders. She spins to the front and quickly flips Five with a HURRICANRANA into the turnbuckle with a thud.

HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!

Both are back up but this time it's Xoltol with the edge. She throws a BOOT into the side of Five’s head as he stands. Then an ELBOW. She PUSHES him into the corner, wrenching him backwards with her left hand before licking her right and SMACKING DOWN ONTO HIS CHEST. FIve screams out in pain and doubles over. Xoltol grabs him and HEADBUTS him. She SENDS HIM INTO THE OPPOSITE CORNER but Five REVERSES and Xoltol HITS THE TURNBUCKLE instead. As she stumbles out, Five runs to the ropes, rebounds and grabs Xoltol by the hair into a MODIFIED BULLDOG TAKEDOWN. Five pulls himself up by the ropes and sees Xoltol down near the next side. He runs towards the ropes and jumps for a springboard move but Xoltol quickly jumps up and THROWS FIVE OVER THE TOP ROPES. FIve hangs on and lands hard on the apron. Xoltol lifts Five back onto his feets and delivers an OVERHAND RIGHT. Five returns fire with A RIGHT OF HIS OWN. Five tries to climb the ropes as Xoltol THROWS ANOTHER RIGHT. She steps up on the turnbuckle as well. Both are on the second rope. Johnny Five is able to SHOVE Xoltol off and down to the mat. Johnny Five pulls himself up to the top, steadying himself. But just as he straightens up, Xoltol comes running and jumps straight to the top rope, only long enough to spring up on the Fives shoulders and hits a TOP ROPE FRANKENSTEINER!. Xoltol slowly crawls over and hooks the leg.

ONE!

TWO!

THR-KICKOUT!

Johnny Five just barely gets a shoulder up. Xoltol picks Five up and SENDS HIM INTO THE ROPES and POPS HIM UP, letting him fall flat on his stomach to the mat. She covers him again.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE-NO! KICKOUT!

Xoltol pulls FIve back up into a seated position and locks in a REVERSE CHINLOCK WITH BODY SCISSORS. She uses her non-dominant hand to GOUGE at Five’s eyes. The ref admonishes her. Johnny Five is able to break the body scissors and begins to get to his feet with the chinlock still locked in. He sends a couple of ELBOWS into Xoltol’s rib cage and breaks the hold. They both run opposite directions and meet back in the center of the ring with a DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE! The ref starts his count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

They begin to stir.

FOUR!

FIVE!

Johnny Five is in the corner.

SIX!

SEVEN!

Both pull themselves up at an eight count. Xoltol runs and attempts a SPLASH but Johnny Five EVADES THE MOVE and she nails the turnbuckle. Five quickly runs the ropes and CLOTHESLINES her down to the mat. Five runs again and this time sends Xoltol down with a SHOULDER BLOCK. He runs at her and STEPS ON HER BACK before rebounding on the ropes. Xoltol pushes herself up and ducks under the clothesline but Johnny is able to stop his momentum before hitting the ropes again. He baits Xoltol into charging and drops her into the bottom rope with a DROP TOE HOLD TAKEDOWN. Five stands and runs the ropes but Xoltol stands and kicks him in the gut and hits a CANADIAN DESTROYER. She covers.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Xoltol stands and picks Five up, crashing him with a FOREARM SHOT. She TOSSES him into the corner but Johnny Five hits the turnbuckle and comes back out quickly with a RUNNING ENZIGURI! He drops down onto Xoltol.

ONE!

TWO!

THR-KICKOUT!!!

Both Johnny FIve and Xoltol Hun are absolutely spent. They pull themselves up by each other. Five PUSHES her back and then tries to THROW A RIGHT HAND but Xoltol is able to drop into the top rope, pulling it down and Five TAKES A SPILL OVER AND ONTO THE FLOOR. Xoltol stands up and looks out at Five who is trying to pull himself back up over by the barricade but is moving very slowly. She looks around the crowd and does a throat cutting motion. She goes to the opposite end of the ring and gets onto the apron. She jumps up onto the top rope and flips back into the ring, and continues flipping, cartwheeling across the ring and DIVES OVER THE ROPES FOR ESPECIAL XOLTOL but Five telegraphs it at the last second, moving out of the way as Xoltol smashes into the barricade. He picks her back up and rolls her into the ring. Five climbs the top rope, wasting no time and jumps.

ODE TO MISHY!
(Shooting Star Senton)

Johnny Five makes the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!!

CASEY KINCAID
“Your winner, by pinfall…. JOHNNY FIVVVVEEEEE!!!!!!”

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We cut to backstage near catering where we can see Spike Kane storming around the building with a barbed wire baseball bat in his hands.

SPIKE KANE
“Where is he!? Where is the little prick!?”

He grabs a random backstage worker and all but throws him across the room. Near the front of the camera we can see one of the table clothes move, as the camera spots El Rey hiding underneath one of the tables, he looks at the camera and puts a finger to his mouth, chuckling to himself.

SPIKE KANE
“I said, where the fuck is he!?”

Spike is about to throw another worker across the room when he’s approached by the IPW Owner himself, Jason Long.

JASON LONG
“Are you going to attack everyone in sight until you find him?.”

SPIKE KANE
“If that’s what it takes, yeah….”

The two lock eyes and there’s a moment of tension as Spike grips the baseball bat a little tighter, all the time El Rey is making comical faces towards the camera, mocking Spike.

JASON LONG
“I can have you attacking random people because you didn’t get your own way..”

SPIKE KANE
“Naw, but it’s ok as long as it’s in the ring, right? So why don’t you find that little punk and lock him in the ring with me?”

JASON LONG
“I’ll tell you what, I’ll do you one better. You stop throwing a hissy fit, and I’ll make your match with El Rey a no disqualification match, how does that sound?.”

Under the table we can see El Rey’s eyes grow wide, as a sick grin spreads across Spike’s face.

SPIKE KANE
“I mean, this is nothing compared to a hissy fit, but you know what? Fine. That means I can smash that little fuckers face in and it’ll all be completely legal!”

He brushes past Jason Long bumping his shoulder as he does, but Long smirks as he watches Spike walk off.

JASON LONG
“That’s true…..but it works both ways too.”

El Rey looks out from under the table, and sees that Spike is gone, before he runs off towards the dressing room of Zoran.

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The lights dim inside the OVO arena, hushing the chattering of the crowd.

The distorted guitar that starts “My Name is Human” by Highly Suspect is accompanied by the boos of the crowd as they realize who is coming out from the back.

Stepping onto the entrance ramp, Cross Recoba flicks something from the lapel of his tailored blue suit. On his shoulder sits the HCW Diamond title, hung over him as the cameras zoom in to show that there are no smiles to be seen tonight. He uses the Lionshead cane to guide his way down the ramp towards the ring.

A fan attemps to grab the arm of Recoba but The Fox bats away the hand with a swipe of his cane.

Getting to ringside, Recoba rolls into the ring and signals for a microphone as the Sound Tech drops his music.

CROSS RECOBA
I know, I know, you’re upset. Firstly, because you shelled out what little money you can spare after being taken to the cleaners by the energy companies to come here tonight and watch Cross Recoba perform! Sadly though, this is the best you’re going to get.

The crowd boo the arrogance of the man.

CROSS RECOBA
You see, I wanted to come out here tonight with the IPW Openweight title over my shoulder and defend it against whatever schmuck Diamond decided to sacrifice at the altar of greatness. As we all saw though…despite the fact that I know Long and Diamond are compensated far too well when they appear on MY Tap Out shows…they’ve obviously skimped when it comes to hiring match officials worth a damn!!

Cross’ voice grows with the frustration of the memory.

CROSS RECOBA
For the SECOND time since Infinite Pro opened they put a referee in charge of a match that he had no place being involved in! I figured when the referee missed the OBVIOUS rope-break that cost me victory against Irina that she had just bribed the referee as that’s what Russians do. But now? Any sane referee would have thrown that match out because The Jamrockers draw far more of the wrong kind of attention than they do ticket sales!

The boos intensify.

CROSS RECOBA
But, I’ve done some thinking. I went and thought about what rematch would be worthy of my reclaiming MY title! I wracked my brains trying to find just the right match, one where the match official would only be there for insurance purposes. For a moment, I thought about challenging Touchdown to a Cage match!

The crowd cheer at the thought of the two men inside a steel cage.

CROSS RECOBA
It’d keep out his partner and anyone else they’ve managed to piss off from interfering. I thought this was the answer but I kept on coming back to the same issue. It’d do nothing for the Italian-American community if I won in a match of the barbaricism. I’d just be a street rat and it’d give people the chance to knock us all from a lazy stereotype. That’s when it hit me, what better way to show EVERYONE that Cross Recoba IS THE XHF NETWORK BOX OFFICE SMASH than to beat him at his own game. That’s why I’m calling you out right now to accept my challenge of A LADDER MATCH AT IPW ROYAL CROWN NEXT MONTH!

Cross waits patiently in the ring for a sign that Touchdown is coming down but no music plays, no bits are to be had right now.

CROSS RECOBA
You WILL accept the challenge, Touchdown. I’m here all night and you can’t hide out from me. I WILL track you down!

Cross drops the mic as the music restarts.

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The first twenty six seconds of “Running Up That Hill” begins to fill the air. Blue and pink cotton candy colored lights swirl over the crowd before coming to swirl over the entrance ramp. A singular figure standing at the top of the ramp with their back towards the crowd. Their head is bowed slightly, but if you could see them, you could see the slight smirk on their lips. The crowd cheers in anticipation, clapping their hands along to the beat of the music.

IT DOESN’T HURT ME. DO YOU WANNA’ FEEL HOW IT FEELS?
DO YOU WANT TO KNOW, KNOW THAT IT DOESN’T HURT ME?
DO YOU WANNA’ HEAR ABOUT THE DEAL I’M MAKING?
YOU, IT’S YOU AND ME.

Kate Bush’s vocals finally hit the air and the figure spins around just before the chorus hits. Clapping their hands as they run towards the right side of the ramp. The lights coming to life as Savannah Sunshine makes her presence known. Sporting a leather jacket with the words 'Queen of Candyland' on the back of it, she’s in high spirits as she gets the crowd pumped. Rushing over towards the other side of the ramp before making her way towards the ring.

AND IF I ONLY COULD, I’D MAKE A DEAL WITH GOD.
AND I’D GET HIM TO SWAP OUR PLACES.
BE RUNNING UP THAT ROAD. BE RUNNING UP THAT HILL.
BE RUNNING UP THAT BUILDING. SAY, IF I ONLY COULD.

Savannah soaks up the cheers from the fans as she makes her way towards the ring, singing loudly along with the music. Her hands and arms stretched as wide as they could to touch hands with as many fans as possible. As she reaches the ring finally, she climbs up the steel steps and stops to wipe her boots on the apron, before climbing over the middle rope and into the ring. The fans are electric as Candyland's Greatest Export does a little spin in the centre of the ring.

CASEY KINCAID
“Introducing first... wrestling out of Candyland, USA and weighing in tonight at one hundred and twenty pounds... THE QUEEN OF CANDYLAND!... SAAAAAVAAAANAAAAAAHHHH SUNNNNNNNSHIIIIIIIINNEEEEEEE!!!!!”

As her introduction is made, Savannah steps out onto the apron on the right side facing the crowd. Grinning brightly, she takes a dive from the apron, being caught by the fans who swarm her with love. Savannah soaks up the moment, allowing them to carry her gently back towards the ring. Where she enters once more and moves to stand in one corner of the ring. Wrists are taped in black wrist tape and long curls are pulled back into two pigtails atop her head. A look of pure determination crossing her features.

CHLOE HARTWELL
“Here comes The Queen of Candyland– her first time here in Infinite Pro Wrestling as the illustrious Savannah Sunshine and not by her regular name, we’ve not actually seen her much around ever since her match with Spike Kane but she’s back and she’s ready to fight once again!”

LUIS DE LEÓN
“A huge Rumble match awaits her in the future, as does her opponent, so now it’s only a matter of who can come out with an advantage against the other heading into this match?”

Just as the lights inside of the arena bring their focus back onto the stage, the sounds of 'Sugar Honey Ice and Tea' is heard hitting the speakers- the curtain opening up wide and stepping through was Aaron Asphyxia, removing the shades that rested along her face so she could have a good look around the arena and then down onto her opponent. There's a deep breath taken from The Transglobal Spectacle as she makes her slow walk down to the ringside area.

CASEY KINCAID
"And her opponent... wrestling out of Colorado Springs, Colorado and weighing in tonight at one hundred and eighteen pounds... THE TRANSGLOBAL SPECTACLE!... AAROOOOONNNNNNN ASSSSSSPHYYYXXXXXXXIIAAAAAAA!!!"

Upon her arrival to the ringside area, she takes a glance up toward her opponent and smirked, making a quick walk around the ring before hopping onto the apron and heading inside of the ring--wasting no time getting right into the head of her opponent as she stepped up and nodded her head in their direction before heading back into the corner and awaiting for the bell to ring.

CHLOE HARTWELL
"Another name announced for the Royal Crown Rumble and someone that we've not seen in quite some time as well, Aaron Asphyxia had quite the start for herself as she beat Johnny Five back in May of this year but since then, she's not had the chance to enter the ring. Can some more ring rust affect The Transglobal Spectacle?"

LUIS DE LEÓN
"I highly doubt it, she made an impact in her debut with Johnny Five and I feel she can still do the same here against Savannah Sunshine--but both women want some kinf of advantage against the other heading into The Royal Crown Rumble so it's going to be interesting to see how they're going to fight it out here tonight."



MATCH TWO
AARON ASPHYXIA vs SAVANNAH SUNSHINE

DING! DING!

With the sound of the bell ringing heard echoing throughout the arena, SAVANNAH SUNSHINE and AARON ASPHYXIA both look to start this off– Aaron ducking a ROUNDHOUSE KICK from Savannah and now turning around to connect the STIFF FOREARM STRIKE right onto the jaw of Sunshine! Aaron goes right back onto the attack and lands a SERIES OF FOREARM STRIKES RIGHT TO THE JAW OF SUNSHINE and now rebounding off of the ropes– but she’s caught by Savannah and running in with the JUMPING CORKSCREW ROUNDHOUSE KICK! Aaron got dropped onto the mat as the force behind the kick sent her crashing into the mat with some serious force behind the kick– and Savannah Sunshine goes all the way up to the second rope, looking to dive with a DIVING DOUBLE FOOT STOMP but there’s nobody at home as Aaron rolled into the corner and comes back up onto her feet and she takes down Sunshine with the wicked BICYCLE PUMP KICK that knocks The Queen of Candyland down!

The Transglobal Spectacle shakes off the strikes that she’s taken so far in this match and she’s looking to get Savannah caught up once again– this time going for the ASPHYXIATE submission but Savannah is able to slip free before it can be locked in tight and that gives her the chance to come off of the ropes with a SPRINGBOARD CROSSBODY down onto Aaron! The Queen of Candyland brings herself back up to her feet and backs up into the corner, waiting for Aaron Asphyxia to bring herself back up onto her feet and once she does? She runs in and tries for the HELLRAISER– but Aaron moved out of the way!

REAR NAKED CHOKE
ASPHYXIATE!

Asphyxia has the choke hold applied and locked in tight, just choking the life out of Savannah as she begins to swing her around like a ragdoll– and Aaron drops down to the mat, going to grapevine the legs around Savannah, but Savannah’s able to roll herself over and into a pinfall attempt with the shoulders down!

ONE!

TWO—

Aaron had no choice but to break the submission to be able to kick out and now Savannah is free, she stumbles back into the ropes and comes running into the sitting up Aaron Asphyxia– RUNNING EUROPEAN UPPERCUT TO THE BACK OF THE NECK! And the thud was heard echoing throughout the arena as Savannah tried everything in her arsenal to put down Aaron enough to win– rebounding off of the ropes again but Aaron swept the legs of Sunshine and made her crash down into the mat! Aaron sprung back up to her feet and she sprung off of the ropes with the MIDDLE ROPE MOONSAULT– but there was nobody home as Aaron lifted herself off of the mat and caught a quick glimpse of the rebounding Savannah Sunshine!

RUNNING KNEE STRIKE
HELLRAISER!

And she got all of the knee! Savannah got all of the knee and she’s looking to strike further into the heart of The Transglobal Spectacle– landing some INVERTED ARM TRAPPED HEAD STOMPS down into the back of Asphyxia’s head! Savannah is bringing Aaron back up to her feet after everything that she hit her with but Aaron answers back somehow with some BACK ELBOWS TO THE HEAD of Savannah—freeing her up a little bit—as she goes to spring off of the ropes for the SPRINGBOARD CUTTER– but Savannah caught her in mid air!

VERTICAL SUPLEX PILEDRIVER
CANDY CRUSH!

Savannah with the mid-air counter and now she’s going for the cover, the legs are hooked!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

For the second time tonight, ‘Running Up That Hill’ plays out through the speakers as Savannah sits there with her arms raised high in victory after claiming a clean victory over Aaron Asphyxia. She finally is able to bring herself back up to her feet once the announcement was made.

CASEY KINCAID
“Here is your winner… SAAAAAVAAAANAAAAAHHHHH SUNNNNNNNSHIIIIIINNEEEEEEE!!!”

The hand is raised by the official referee, Jackson Miller, as the crowd cheers loudly for The Queen of Candyland. She stands against the ropes and holds her hands up high once more to get the crowd more excited for her victory here tonight.

CHLOE HARTWELL
“A big win here tonight for Savannah as she looks ahead to the Royal Crown Rumble! She’s got a whole lot to be excited for, but can she keep that momentum going throughout the rumble?”

LUIS DE LEÓN
“She got the win here tonight but I don’t know how she’s going to keep things going when she’s got a possible fourteen or fifteen names to come head to head with her– the path isn’t clear but she’s going to make the most of it, I am sure of it.”

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The action shifts to backstage where Luis De Leon stands at the ready in the interview area of the corridor, mic in hand. Beside him stands a recently familiar masked individual, Hanzo Aguilar, hands behind his back as his gaze is aimed slightly away from the camera’s focus for the time being. He pulls at his mask temporarily, ensuring that it’s still rather snug.

LUIS DE LEON
“Good evening IPW fans, Luis De Leon here with one of the two latest signings to join the ranks and beside me at this time is ‘The Eagle’ Hanzo Aguilar. Hanzo my friend, it’s good to have you here with us tonight on Adrenaline.”

HANZO AGUILAR
“Ah, gracias, gracias. It’s a nice feeling to be here and be part of something larger nowadays.”

LUIS DE LEON
“Well IPW is still a relatively fresh company to grace the XHF Network in recent months but it already has a good chunk of talent attached to it. For someone who’s still rather green to compete in front of larger crowds, how are you feeling about the coming weeks?”

A slightly nervous chuckle escapes Hanzo.

HANZO AGUILAR
“It is a bit nerve-wracking, si, but less so nowadays and I think it’s because I already have exposure to big crowds when I was with J-ROK. Could’ve done better when I was back in Japan but it served as a learning experience and I can’t exactly win everything. When I was training, my teacher, Daisuke, told me that failure is a part of this industry and to expect it around every corner. It’s a statement I’ve always held close to heart but that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t always put my best foot forward.”

He sighs, shaking his head slightly.

HANZO AGUILAR
“I’m up to the challenge. Relatively young as I am at twenty-eight, I’m aiming to make the years ahead my best wherever I go. People have been writing their own stories where I was stuck in a rut for a time, but, better late than never at this point.”

LUIS DE LEON
“A very fair outlook going forward, especially here in IPW. Any short-term goals you have in mind with you now being part of the company?”

HANZO AGUILAR
“To put in quality performances, win or lose in all honesty. Wrestling’s been my passion for the last ten years, and I’m just looking to make more people appreciate the art of it.”

Luis nods in agreement, clasping a firm hand on the luchador’s shoulder before turning back to the camera.

LUIS DE LEON
“Well, that’s all I have for Hanzo on my end. Pleasure to meet you my friend and best of luck going forward in IPW.”

Hanzo takes the handshake offered to him, echoing one last “Gracias” before going on his way out of the shot.

LUIS DE LEON
“We'll see you shorly after this commercial break.”

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VICTORY XIII
THE BAD LUCK CLUB

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“All rise fore the king of all wolves now arrives.”

The voice of James Earl Mother Fucking Jones echos over the speakers. How did he get James Earl Jones to say that? It wasn’t a Cameo I’ll tell you that and it cost a pretty penny. Shortly after James Earl Jones speaks Big Sean’s “Wolves” begins to play. The stage lights up with a spotlight and smoke fills the stage. El Rey steps out onto the stage to a chorus of boos. He soaks up the crowd reaction and his music cuts and we hear…

“I SAID
AAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO“

El Rey shakes his head and makes his way slowly to the ring with his head held high ignoring the fans as he makes his way to the ring. He climbs the steps and makes his way into the ring and throws out his arms to another burst of boos from the crowd.

LUIS DE LEÓN
“El Rey, the second generation superstar, the youngest ever X*Crown champion already holds a DQ victory over Spike Kane, not to mention he pinned him in the tag team match at Oh Violent Night Two!.”

CHLOE HARTWELL
“That’s right Luis, El Rey is perhaps one of the most confident opponents when it comes to facing Spike Kane, their short history is all in El Rey’s favour

LUIS DE LEÓN
“These two have very personal issues with each other, but let’s not forget this is also about being the contender for the National Openweight Championship!.”

The lights dim and flicker as “Chaos” by Hollywood Undead blasts through the sound system, Spike Kane emerges from the back with a look of fury on his face and a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire in his hands. He heads straight for the ring, never taking his eyes off of El Rey.

LUIS DE LEÓN
“I think I can feel the anger radiating off Spike all the way over here..”

CHLOE HARTWELL
“Well earlier tonight Spike wanted to find El Rey before the match because he didn’t want to wait, but Jason Long instead changed this match to a No Disqualifaction match, and that seems to make Spike happy, this isn’t going to be a wrestling match I don’t think Luis..”



MATCH THREE
EL REY vs SPIKE KANE

SPIKE KANE wastes absolutely no time going after EL REY, who wisely rolls out of the ring to create some distance between the two. SPIKE leans over the ropes, swinging the bat wrapped in barbed wire but he just missed EL REY. The second generation superstar smirks as he points to his head looking up at SPIKE, who points the bat at EL REY. With a flurry of anger SPIKE, rolls out of the ring to chase EL REY, but the younger superstar is much faster and runs around the corner and slides back into the ring, sprinting to the ropes on the other side, as SPIKE comes around, he dives right through the ropes with a huge SUICIDE DIVE that catches SPIKE flush and sends him backwards into the security rail, causing him to drop the barbed wire bat!

EL REY gets to his feet, but in doing so a hand grips the bat and he brings it up with him, taking a moment to hold it high into the air, to an absolute thunderous round of boos from the crowd. It doesn’t seem to bother him though, as it makes him smirk even more, before he turns to swing at SPIKE, but the GOD OF XTREME dodges! EL REY slams the security rail, the vibrations causing him to drop the bat, and SPIKE pounces, grabbing the shorter superstar and sending him flying back first INTO THE GUARD RAIL!

There are actual cheers as SPIKE looks around, not quite sure why, and glances through the crowd quickly scanning to see if anyone is coming to jump him. Once he’s convinced though, he grabs EL REY by the hair, but as he does so, EL REY reacts and sends a stiff UPPERCUT to the nether regions of SPIKE KANE with a hell of a LOW BLOW! EL REY quickly tries to press his advantage as he ducks down and SLAMS SPIKE into the ring apron! He then thinks about going for the bat again, before he changes his mind and reaches under the ring, before pulling out a steel chair!

EL REY taunts SPIKE demanding he get to his feet, and as he does he goes for a big swing, but SPIKE PUNCHES THE CHAIR INTO EL REY’S FACE! A flashback to the St. Patricks Day GUN Show special! EL REY falls backwards after the chair connects with him, and SPIKE pounces on top of him, raining down BLOW after BLOW! At first EL REY does a decent job of stopping them, but he can’t hold out as the bigger fighter just keeps delivering shots. EL REY is bleeding from just above the right eye where the chair connected, and where SPIKE was raining down punches. After a few more shots, EL REY looks almost to be out, and SPIKE stops. Instead now climbing off of EL REY and going looking under the ring, slowly but surely he seems to have found something, as he digs, before pulling out a..

Barbed wire wrapped table!

The noise from the crowd amplifies in anticipation of what these two men are willing to do to each other. SPIKE manages to wedge the table between the ring apron and the security rail as EL REY begins crawling away, trying to get to the steps. Before he can though, SPIKE grabs him by the ankle, wagging a finger, but as he does so EL REY turns, having picked up the barbed wire baseball bat!

He swings..

AND CLOCKS SPIKE KANE RIGHT IN THE FACE WITH THE BARBED WIRE BAT!

HOLY SHIT!!

The crowd are on their feet as EL REY chuckles to himself whilst KANE slowly falls back like a tree being cut down. Once again EL REY raises the bat into the air to yet another chorus of boos, despite the crowd eating up the carnage. EL REY puts the bat on the apron as he drags SPIKE to his feet and rolls him into the ring, blood is pouring from the forehead of KANE as he does so. Before he climbs into the ring, EL REY grabs the steel chair and slides that in also. He quickly decides to go for a cover, either because he thinks SPIKE is done, or just to disrespect him.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT BY SPIKE.

EL REY shrugs as he climbs back to his feet, the barbed wired bat in one hand, and the steel chair in the other. He turns to look around at the table SPIKE set up, and places the chair standing up just in front of the ropes where the table is. As he turns around SPIKE is back on his feet and uses the chair to step up and hit a big ENZIGURI! EL REY looks like he’s been knocked silly as he crumples to the mat, but KANE is on him, dragging him through the ropes and onto the apron. The anger on SPIKE’S face is clear to see as he looks down at the barbed wire table while holding EL REY’S hair. He begins to drag him to his feet, but EL REY literally CRAWLS between SPIKE’S legs, grabbing him before he can turn around he grabs SPIKE’S arms, looking for the XED OUT-BUT!

SPIKE elbows EL REY in the face.

EL REY staggers, wobbling on the edge of the apron.

SPIKE smirks, as he simply pokes EL REY in the chest, causing him to FALL BACKWARDS THROUGH THE BARBED WIRE TABLE!!!!

HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!

SPIKE KANE drops to a seated position on the ring apron, wiping some of the blood from his face as EL REY lays in the broken shards of table and barbed wire. After a brief stop to catch his breath, SPIKE begins to drag EL REY from the tangles and broken shards, not exactly being careful about it either. He picks up the almost limp body of EL REY and throws him through the middle rope, before sliding in after him. KANE goes for the cover, as the combined blood of EL REY and SPIKE KANE begins to stain the mat.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

-WAIT!? WHAT!?

Almost a nano-second before the three count SPIKE breaks the pinfall, rolling away from EL REY clutching at his side. The referee seems confused, as do the crowd, as EL REY crawls away towards the turnbuckle laughing loudly. As he reaches the turnbuckle, the camera catches the KNIFE in his hand with blood on it! On the other side of the ring, SPIKE removes his hand from his side to reveal a gash with blood trickling out of it. KANE looks at EL REY with absolute disbelief in his eyes, EL REY had STABBED KANE during the pinfall!

STAB HIM BACK!

STAB HIM BACK!

The crowd are definitely getting caught up in this. SPIKE tries to move out of the corner but staggers a little, which gives EL REY the opening he needs. He sprints across the ring, springboarding over SPIKE KANE.

E-REYTIO VARIATION 2!

Now EL REY stands a few feet away from SPIKE who is clearly in a lot of pain. He taunts SPIKE as the CHAOS THEORY member tries to reach the ropes.

EL REY
“Come on Blood God! Bleed some more!”

As SPIKE slowly pulls himself up to his feet, he turns and EL REY looks to hit the SLICED BREAD, but mid-air KANE manages to twist EL REY around, before catching him and SLAMMING him into the mat with a modified BLOOD GOD’S WRATH! As SPIKE hits the move, he drops to a knee, clutching at his side once more, unable to press the advantage. He tries to crawl for a pinfall, but as he puts his arm over, EL REY readjusts and grabs the arm, locking SPIKE in a TRIANGLE CHOKE!

At first SPIKE struggles trying to get free, trying to claw at the face of EL REY, but the younger man manages to just stay out of reach. SPIKE tries to lift up EL REY, going for another powerbomb, but EL REY smartly let’s go of the choke hold, landing on a knee, just in time to POKE SPIKE IN THE WOUND! The GOD OF XTREME yells out in pain, before EL REY rolls him up with a modified cradle.

ONE!

TWO!

THR-NO!

KICKOUT BY KANE!

EL REY is now starting to get angry with the referee, claiming it was a three, but the referee argues back that KANE got his shoulder up in time. SPIKE meanwhile has grabbed the steel chair, and is using it to help himself get back to his feet, as he does so he turns towards EL REY who looks like he’s coming to put the final nail in the coffin, SPIKE throws the steel chair at EL REY, but EL REY catches it! He laughs at SPIKE before…

BLOODY SUNDAY INTO THE CHAIR INTO EL REY!

The sickening sound of steel meeting skull echoes through the arena as both men collapse. The crowd are going nuts.

FIGHT FOR-EVER!
CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP
FIGHT FOR-EVER!
CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP

With what little sense remains in him, SPIKE drapes his body across EL REY and the referee slides in for the pinfall.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!!

The referee calls for the bell, and “Chaos” by Hollywood Undead plays over the PA System. The referee holds up SPIKE’s arm as a ringside EMT begins trying to patch up the stab wound caused by EL REY, who has grabbed his knife and rolled out of the ring, looking up at SPIKE KANE with disgust, but still holding the knife covered in the blood of SPIKE KANE.

CASEY KINCAID
“Here is your winner by pinfall, Spike! Kaaaane!.”

LUIS DE LEÓN
“I can’t believe what we have seen here Chloe, these two put each other through hell.”

CHLOE HARTWELL
"I can't believe we just witnessed a stabbing!"

LUIS DE LEÓN
“Exactly! He STABBED him! I guess training with Zoran has side-effects?.”

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All three members of the Dead End Express emerge wearing their own respective entrance gears. Jack Haggard comes out with a skull-decorated dusk mask covering his face as well as a hangman's noose around his neck, looking angry but focused. Hank Haggard Jr comes out wearing a lower-half boar skull over his face, wild and frantic as he moves through the crowd. Clancy Haggard comes out with a machete in his teeth and a butcher smock, crazed expression. Hank Haggard Sr follows his sons wearing a cowboy hat, tapped fists and a branding iron.

CASEY KINCAID
“Introducing first… at a combined weight of four hundred and sixty pounds… the team of Jack Haggard and Hank Haggard Jr… THE DEAD END EXPRESS!!!”

CHLOE HARTWELL
“I am still disgusted after the events of what these two have caused.”

LUIS DE LEÓN
“They’re nothing short of foul human beings, that’s a certainty, but they know that they are– and realistically, that’s what makes them more dangerous than anyone else around here. There’s a reason why they’re dominant together and tonight might show just that.”

YOU MAKE ME VICIOUS!

WATCH AS I MAKE THE PAIN MY MISTRESS!
YOU CAN CALL ME MISS MALICIOUS,

I'LL DRESS YOU UP IN STITCHES;
NO, I CANNOT RESIST THIS!

“Vicious” by Halestorm kicking through the P.A. demands the attention of every fan in The OVO Arena Wembley as an enveloping arterial red lighting overwhelms the entire venue. Pandemonium courses through the capacity crowd while a thick fog pervades the entrance stage, emphasizing the foreboding atmosphere. As Lzzy Hale's throaty, powerful vocals continue over the band’s harsh guitars and a vibrant white flashing light overtakes the arena, the Devil Herself saunters through the curtain and steps into the ominous mise-en-scène before her with the Russian flag draped over her back, her head bowed forward.

ANA SOMNIA dons a pair of black boots with arterial red laces and trim, as well as black knee pads. She, too, wears a black pair of wet-look high-rise hipsters with arterial red trim and accenting to match her boots, as well as black tape around both wrists with arterial red dorsal crosses. Above all of this, the Huntress wears a black wrestling top with a plunging neckline, made of what seems like leather on the outside with arterial red trim and accenting, as well as gold laces hanging untied from either side. The Russian Coat of Arms is emblazoned upon her top, just below her left strap. To consummate her ensemble, Ana boasts a cropped black leather biker jacket closed most of the way.

She lifts her head and lifts the flag up behind her while straightening her arms out to either side, making the flag more rigid and visible for a moment. A ringside attendant appears through the curtain to catch the flag as Somnia releases it behind her and he scrambles back into Gorilla with it before Somnia’s arms even reach her sides. The arterial red lipstick on her lips appears even more disdainful and sinister when those lips twist into a malicious sneer.

She allows her malevolent gaze to glide from one side of the venue to the other before returning her focus to center, settling her vision on the ring on the far end of the entrance ramp. Ana tilts her chin upward and draws sharp breath through her nose while twitching her upper lip in animalistic resent, baring her black MMA mouthguard—one which is inscribed in arterial red with the Russian word БЕССПОРНЫЙ for Undisputed—to the fans, soon bowing her head forward and nefariously glaring up through her furrowed brow at her theater of war ahead.

CASEY KINCAID
“And their opponents, first… wrestling out of Moscow, Russia and weighing in tonight at one hundred and thirty-five pounds… SHE IS THE DEVIL HERSELF… THE UNDISPUTED… ANNNNNAAAAAAAA SOMMMMMNIIIIIAAAAAAAA!!!”

The Undisputed then stomps down the ring to ringside, confidence pouring out of every imperious movement she makes. Once she reaches the foot of the entrance ramp, Somnia struts to the bottom of the steel stairs leading up to the ring apron. Hopping up and down on her toes, Somnia shadow boxes for a moment or two and then lowers her arms to a more defensive stance where she sharply cocks her head side-to-side to loudly crack her neck.

She hastens up the stairs with purpose and ventures out about halfway across the apron nearest the ramp. Sneering as she looks out on the crowd one more time, Somnia scrapes the bottoms of her boots against the apron. She rips open her jacket with a hand pulling apart on either side and leans back on the top rope with her arms stretched on either side of her, flexing her abdomen in this pose. Accomplishing this feat in one fluid motion, Somnia once again bares her mouthguard, running her tongue against the ridges of the inscription.

After smirking proudly for a moment, the Huntress suddenly unfastens the strap around her waist and hastens toward the corner, hopping up and swinging her leg over the top rope and into the ring to sit upon the top turnbuckle as if it were the top of the cage at the end of an MMA fight. She once again bares her mouthpiece to the audience while roaring imperiously and rolling her shoulders, hoisting her title high overhead with both arms.

Subsequently, Slavic Steel slides back down to her feet inside of the squared circle and hands her championship belt to the official, who passes it off to a ringside attendant to keep in the timekeeper’s area. Ana Somnia then backs into her corner, where she stretches out, limbers up, and soon champs at the bit to get this fight started as she impatiently glares up at her intended victim, awaiting the opening bell.

CHLOE HARTWELL
“And here comes the former Infinite Pro World Champion– The Devil Herself, Ana Somnia! She’s been waiting for this moment for quite some time now, ever since the events of Night of Champions, and look at The Dead End Express– they’re retreating out of the ring!”

LUIS DE LEÓN
“I wouldn’t blame them– we’ve seen what Ana can do inside of that ring and when The Dead End Express struck? They struck Ana after an almost sixty minute war with the current champion… and speaking of which?”



Are you ready?

LUIS DE LEÓN
“Here they come right now!”

The lights dim down while the catchy, fast paced rock of RAINBOWS by A9 echoes as a spotlight suddenly appears on a figure on the ramp, with his back turned and begins kneeling. Once the beat finally kicks in, MYOJIN explodes with energy- wearing a masquerade-style mask over his eyes, and turns around with a confident smile on his face, raising his arms to soak in the positive reaction from everyone around.

With his blonde locks hanging over his face. He then whips his head back, flipping his hair out of his face before excitedly running down the ring before performing a cartwheel and a jump, landing on his feet near ringside!

CASEY KINCAID
“And her tag team partner… wrestling out of Namba, Osaka, Japan and weighing in tonight at one hundred and sixty-five pounds… THEY ARE THE CURRENT REIGNING INFINITE PRO WORLD CHAMPION!... THE SHINING STAR!... MYYYYYOOOOOOJIIIIIINNNNNN!”

He climbs up to the apron, grabs a hold of the top rope, and slingshots himself into the ring. MYOJIN performs a somersault roll, landing on his side with a hand on his hip. The other, taking off his mask to reveal his piercing blue eye contacts. He tosses it aside nonchalantly before climbing up the top turnbuckle, tilting his head upward as if he’s looking toward the sky- while the lights mimic stars above. He backflips off, back onto his feet while taking off his flamboyant coat and moving to his corner. The lights go back to normal as he checks his wrist tape. His charismatic smile fading to a more focused expression as he paces back and forth, ready for action.

CHLOE HARTWELL
“The Shining Star! The Infinite Pro World Champion! The Next Level Wrestling Southern States Champion! There’s so much that this person is that it’s so hard to even keep track! They are the best of the best that there is right now and everyone’s remembering the name of MYOJIN!”

LUIS DE LEÓN
“And I’m sure that The Dead End Express are going to remember that name for some time to come— WAIT A SECOND! MYOJIN IS COMING OFF OF THE ROPES!”

Just as Ana and MYOJIN looked to one another, The Shining Star gave a nod to their partner before he dropped his championship down onto the mat and rushed into the ropes, rebounding and heading into the opposite ropes to come crashing into The Dead End Express with a SPACEMAN MOONSAULT! The champion crashes down into all four members of The Dead End Express as Ana heads outside to deal with Hank Haggard and MYOJIN grabs onto Jack Haggard– throwing him inside of the ring before sliding in themselves to get the match started!



MAIN EVENT — TAG TEAM MATCH
IF ANA AND MYOJIN WIN, THE DEAD END EXPRESS ARE BANNED FROM ALL SHOWS UNTIL ROYAL CROWN
IF THE DEAD END EXPRESS WINS, HANK CHOOSES THE STIPULATION FOR THE MATCH AT ROYAL CROWN
ANA SOMNIA and MYOJIN vs THE DEAD END EXPRESS.

DING! DING!

The bell had finally rung for the match to begin and already, MYOJIN goes right onto the attack with JACK HAGGARD and lands a SICKENING ROUNDHOUSE KICK TO THE HEAD OF HAGGARD and it’s left The Hangman rocked early on in the match– and now a DOUBLE FOOT STOMP DOWN ONTO THE SPINE of the fallen Haggard! On the outside, ANA SOMNIA and HANK HAGGARD JR are continuing to brawl on the outside and Ana goes for the LARIAT but Hank ducked it, hoisted up Somnia and dropped her with a BACK SUPLEX onto the apron! And just like that, the champion is outnumbered and Hank Haggard enters the ring– THRUST KICK FROM MYOJIN! But they missed as Hank dropped and rolled out of the ring and right behind MYOJIN is Jack with a NORTHERN LARIAT TO THE BACK OF THE SKULL! Jack mounts himself on top of MYOJIN and begins to pound away at the back of the neck with some CLUBBING FOREARM STRIKES! The Dead End Express were able to gain the momentum within an instant as Jack dragged MYOJIN into the corner and looked to tag out– but Somnia came back into the mix and threw Hank off of the apron! However, Clancy Haggard looked to get himself involved with the mix– CHASSÉ FIGURE! That High Piston Action Kick just knocked the third brother down and out as he tried to get involved– but Hank threw Ana right into the ring post but she caught herself and grabbed onto Hank to throw him into the ring post! Jack is seemingly distracted by Hank being taken out that he’s not even aware of what’s right behind him as he turns around and is met with the…

JUMPING CORKSCREW ROUNDHOUSE KICK!
LOVE, FROM OSAKA!

…but Jack ducked the kick and he’s going right for the DEEP SOUTH LARIAT– and MYOJIN ducked the arm, grabbing onto it and landing a WRIST LOCK PELE KICK TO THE ARM! MYOJIN sprung right up to their feet within an instant and looked to continued with the arm attack, going for another WRIST LOCK PELE KICK TO THE ARM– but MYOJIN is pushed into the ropes as they rebound back and is caught with a RUNNING GRAPPLIED SPEAR that knocks them off of their feet and slammed down into the mat! Jack looks shaken up and still holding onto the arm that MYOJIN landed the kick but he’s able to stumble back into the corner and be tagged in by Hank, who sees Ana getting back to her feet once again after their brawl on the outside– CANNONBALL OFF OF THE APRON! The former Infinite Pro World Champion was taken down by the challenger to the top prize and now it’s a preview of Royal Crown inside of the ring as MYOJIN is slowly bringing themselves back up to their feet– RUNNING KNEE STRIKE TO THE KNEELING CHAMPION! MYOJIN is dropped back down onto the mat as Hank looks to continue the attack, mounting on top of the champion and pounding down with the FOREARM STRIKES DOWN TO THE HEAD OF MYOJIN! Hank brings himself back up to his feet and lets out a loud scream as he backs himself into the corner, eyeing up The Shining Star as they brought themselves up to their knees– but they’ve somehow ducked another RUNNING KNEE STRIKE TO THE KNEELING CHAMPION and they’ve grabbed the leg for a DRAGON SCREW LEG WHIP! Hank’s foot is driven down into the mat with every bit of force behind it and he feels it running along his right leg– and now, MYOJIN goes running towards the ropes!

HANDSPRING MOONSAULT!
RAINBOW STAR PRESS!

MYOJIN got all of it and he’s going for the cover! The shoulders of Hank Haggard are down!

ONE!

TWO!

And Jack is able to slip into the ring and break the pinfall– but right behind him was Ana Somnia sliding back inside of the right and dropping Jack with the ZMEYA, her Dragon Suplex, and she throws Jack outside of the ring—leaving him to be caught by both the father and the third brother, however they aren’t aware of who’s rebounding off of the ropes and running right towards their direction– RUSSIAN ROULETTE TO ALL THREE MEMBERS OF THE HAGGARD FAMILY! Somnia takes down all of them and goes right onto the attack with Jack as the focus is brought back onto the ring and MYOJIN back up onto their feet– their attention drawn onto their upcoming challenger as they wait patiently for Hank to get to their feet and once he does?

ROLLING SAVATE KICK TO A KNEELING OPPONENT!
KISS AND TELL!

Hank ducked the kick, however, and lifted MYOJIN up onto the shoulders– he looked to go for the DEATH VALLEY DRIVER but MYOJIN slips down the back and goes for the SAITO SUPLEX– but Hank dropped onto his feet and pushed MYOJIN into the ropes, going for the LARIAT but MYOJIN ducked and the champion rebounds off of the ropes!

LOVE, FROM OSAKA!

Once again, Hank ducked the kick and he stood there for a moment, swinging wildly for a ROUNDHOUSE KICK of his own but MYOJIN ducked it– however Hank looked to connect with another kick!

SAVATE KICK!

The Infinite Pro World Champion stumbled back into their corner where Ana awaited for them and she tagged herself in, now going right after Hank as she grabbed the arm and landed the IPPON SEOI NAGE– now going right to work on the arm with the MOLCHANIYE YAGNYAT! Somnia is going to make sure that Hank Haggard will suffer—maybe not even make it to Royal Crown—as she continues to work on the arm and try to snap it! However, inside of the ring was Jack Haggard as he ran in toward Somnia!

SLIDING LARIAT!

The Dead End Express had gained the advantage just like that and by the look in their eyes? They wanted to end the match just as soon as it started– Jack headed all the way up to the top just as Hank lifted Somnia up into the Burning Hammer position, but Somnia struggled for a bit and she managed to slip down the back!

REAR NAKED CHOKE!
WANDERLUST!

Hank was trapped in the submission just as Jack is caught by MYOJIN using the ropes to spring up to the top with him as they leap with Jack in his arms!

AVALANCHE SPANISH FLY!
FLASHING LIGHTS DELUXE!

Jack and MYOJIN fall right down on top of Hank and Somnia and all four combatants are down and out! The crowd are on their feet and they are on fire after an unbelievable set of moves in tonight’s main event! MYOJIN grabs onto Jack and they dragged him right out of the ring to leave Hank and Somnia inside of the ring with one another, and already Somnia is right onto the attack with the TAE KOD, those Low Roundhouse Kicks, as they landed right into the chest of Hank Haggard– but he was simply eating those kicks up alive! The Wild Boar let out a roar right into the face of The Devil Herself as she fired off the LEZVIYE PILY– but Hank ducked the Buzzsaw Kick and grabbed Ana from behind to throw her over with a RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX! Hank kipped up and rebounded off of the far ropes, charging in toward Ana Somnia and landing the RUNNING KNEE STRIKE that landed flush right to the head of Somnia! On the outside, MYOJIN and Jack continued to brawl as MYOJIN fired off the SERIES OF FOREARM STRIKES TO THE HEAD OF JACK HAGGARD but they stopped for a moment once they see Clancy Haggard slowly creeping up from out of the corner of their eye. That little distraction caused Jack to push MYOJIN into the ring apron before connecting with the…

MAFIA KICK!

Jack Haggard takes control within an instant and he grabs onto the hair of the World Champion as he throws MYOJIN into the barricade, almost making him flip over and fall into the crowd! Inside of the ring, however, it isn’t looking good for Hank Haggard as he’s fighting through the SOK TEE elbows of Ana Somnia– but he fires back with a DESPERATION HEADBUTT and that rocks both of them as they both fall back into the ropes and then charging into one another– Haggard goes for the LARIAT but Somnia ducked the arm as they rebound once more!

JUMPING 540º ROLLING ELBOW!
HAMMER AND SICKLE!

Ana got all of the elbow as they both fell, but Somnia has the arm draped over the chest of Hank Haggard!

ONE!

TWO!

THR—

Hank kicked out but Ana knows that the fate of The Wild Boar is imminent, waiting for Hank to get up to his knees so she could land the killing blow, although Hank is holding the referee as he tries to bring himself back up onto his feet– however, Ana’s focus is taken off of the ball once she realises what’s happening on the outside– on the outside, MYOJIN missed the chance to land the LOVE, FROM OSAKA kick as Jack Haggard ducked but the champion doesn’t notice Clancy standing behind his brother as MYOJIN rushed in and Jack popped him up!

POP UP FROM JACK INTO THE SPEAR BY CLANCY!
SPEAR FISHING!

And just like that, the champion was taken out of the picture– Clancy let out a roar as he popped up from the ground but he’s taken down with the RUSSIAN ROULETTE from Ana! The Huntress slides right back inside of the ring, however, she’s met with both members of The Dead End Express staring her down and now beginning to circle her– but Somnia picks her target of Hank and fires off the STEP UP SOK TEE! But as it connects, Jack grabs her from behind and traps her with a REAR NAKED CHOKE which opens up the chance for Hank to land a LIVER PUNCH from a running start he made– and that wasn’t all from Jack!

BURNING LARIAT!
DEEP SOUTH LARIAT!

Jack folded up Ana with the Deep South Lariat and now Hank grabs onto her just as Jack climbs up onto the second rope, Hank locks the arms in place as he lifted her up into the Piledriver lift–

ASSISTED SPIKE ARM-TRAPPED PILEDRIVER!
M.V.C DRIVER!

Somnia’s head is spiked right into the mat as Hank floated over into the cover, the shoulders are down!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

Out of the blue, MYOJIN finds his way back inside of the ring but it was too late as the bell rang! The sounds of ‘Call The Devil My Friend’ are heard playing through the overhead speakers and the boos continue to rain down onto The Dead End Express as they smile right into the camera, knowing that fate is in their hands as to what awaits Hank Haggard and MYOJIN at Royal Crown.

CASEY KINCAID
“Here is your winner… JACK AND HANK HAGGARD… THE DEAD END EXXXXXPRESSSSSS!!!”

There’s a moment where both Hank Haggard Jr and MYOJIN stare down one another as they laid there on the mat, the Infinite Pro World Championship being handed to MYOJIN as Hank just glanced at the championship before pointing right towards it, mouthing something to MYOJIN before he got right back up on his feet to join his brother getting his hand raised up high.

CHLOE HARTWELL
“God dammit… another night and another win for The Dead End Express via unruly distractions and people getting involved when they shouldn’t be getting involved. I should’ve seen this coming, I really should’ve seen this coming.”

LUIS DE LEÓN
“A lot of people should’ve seen this coming when there was so much at stake, but now? MYOJIN and Hank Haggard will now battle in whatever stipulation that Hank chooses to pick for the match at Royal Crown for the Infinite Pro World Championship– and I’ve never felt fear for how the champion is going to fare in this match.”

All four members of The Dead End Express stand inside of the ring with victory in their sight, and with the World Championship coming up next month, that’s all Hank Haggard Jr can think about as he just glares up the ramp and sees MYOJIN walk away with his head lowered.

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GOOD TIMES GONE!
AND YOU MISSED EM!
WHAT'S GONE WRONG
IN YOUR SYSTEM?!

CHLOE HARTWELL
“Well folks, we knew it was coming but unfortunately I think we’re about to be hearing from The Jamrockers tonight.”

LUIS DE LEÓN
“Great.”

The boo’s begin before The Boys even appear, trash flying towards the entranceway in a wave of hatred. This calms after a few moments, allowing JIMI COOLDOWN to appear on his lonesome. Although dressed in his usual gear of leather jacket, leather backwards flat cap and tiny sunglasses, he appears to be barely keeping it together. His lip wobbles as he fights back tears on his way to the ring, despite no tears actually being visible.

Cooldown rolls under the ropes and quietly asks for a microphone along with a bottle of water, which he quickly uses to splash in his face, finally appearing to be in tears. His hand shakily reaches into his pocket and pulls out a card as he speaks into the microphone, against the jeers from the crowd.

JIMI COOLDOWN
“Ladies and Gentleman…”

Cooldown’s voice breaks, he takes a moment to compose himself.

JIMI COOLDOWN
“It is my… esteemed honour and privilege…”

Cooldown pauses again. But he remains strong and raises his voice.

JIMI COOLDOWN
“TO INTRODUCE THE NEW IPW NATIONAL OPENWEIGHT CHAMPION…

MY FUCKIN’ BOY!!!

THE FUCKIN’ GUY!!!

THE CRAZIEST WHITE BOY YOU KNOW!!!

ALASTOR!

FUCKIN’!

TOUCH!

DOOOOWN (C)!!!!!”

The disdain from the crowd rises higher, somehow, as the intro music for The Jamrockers blasts from the sound system again.



GOOD TIMES GONE!
AND YOU MISSED EM!
WHAT'S GONE WRONG
IN YOUR SYSTEM?!

Out runs Alastor Touchdown, also pretending to cry, holding the aforementioned title above his head. He narrowly avoids the debris from the IPW fans as he slides into the ring and gets lifted up by Jimi like the ending to Dirty Dancing, spun around as he continues to parade the title in one hand and a microphone in the other.

ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN (C)
“YO, UNC! I DID IIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTT!!!!!!”

Both men drop the charade and begin cackling obnoxiously, prompting the crowd to begin an ill intentioned chant.

UNCOUTH CROWD
“YOU SUCK DICK! YOU SUCK DICK! YOU SUCK DICK!”

After several rotations, showing off the Openweight Championship and its new owner, Touchdown jumps from his friend’s arms and goes under the ring. Retrieving a sealed box and rolling back inside. As he does so, Jimi begins setting up an eisel in the centre, while addressing their "fans".

JIMI COOLDOWN
“Welcome back, IPW, to another episode of Jamrocker Appreciation Night because you, and everyone else, knows…”

Cooldown and Touchdown look at each other and smile.

JIMI COOLDOWN
“Every night is Jamrocker Appreciation Night!”

Cooldown pauses and Touchdown absolutely loses it in the background, drawing more, graphic, chants from the crowd.

JIMI COOLDOWN
“Now, when you do the things that The Jamrocker’s do, you make some loyal followers like you people along the way! But you also come across your fair share of pricks too. The haters, the doubters, the shittalkers, the COWARDS. Which brings me to this here box. And you know what that means! It’s time for the OFFICIAL y FACTUAL IPW Roster Reeeeeeeview! Let's JAAAAAAAAM straight into it!”

The duo reach into the box and pull out two framed pictures, resting it on the eisel.



ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN (C)
“Ahhhh, here’s a real treat! Two guys with a combined title history that’s almost as large as PRICE’s waistline!”

JIMI COOLDOWN
“PRICE y Spike? More like FREE y Blunt! They SUCK and BLOW!”

ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN (C)
“Spike may still be HOT and BOTHERED that he didn’t get a chance at this here belt, but hey, Spikey Baby, look at it this way. I saved ya another humiliation on an IPW Supershow, not as bad as the one I gave ya, granted, but a humiliation saved nonetheless. Yet, STILL, I was gracious enough ta let ya do that funny lil kick of yours off the skull of Cross Recoba after I’d got done givin’ him the beatin’ of his LIFE! But now? It's BACK OF THE LINE for ya, "Legend"~!”

JIMI COOLDOWN
“PRICE, you Frank Windsor wannabe, it’s about time you hang them boots of yours up! Ain’t nobody cares about you or Spike for that matter. Especially when The Jamrockers are in town! You’re out here fightin’ The Haggards instead of us. You’ve been sat at the kiddie table for too long, waaaaaay too long by the looks of ya! It’s time to get up off ya fat ass and get in the ring with us so we can put you out for good! Assumin' we find a coffin big enough~!”

ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN (C)
“Enough of this nonsense, what d’we rate these jabronis?”

Cooldown’s expression turns contemplative.

JIMI COOLDOWN
“I’m thinking…I’m thinking…I’m thinking…I’m- ZERO! STARS!”

The duo grab the pictures, Cooldown grabbing PRICE and Touchdown grabbing Spike, then toss them recklessly into the audience. Crowd members in the front row duck for cover to avoid being struck by the visages of two XHF Legends. The Jamrockers pay this no mind as Touchdown reaches into the box and pulls out another frame.



ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN (C)
“Whoa! Whoa! How’d the lower midcard get in this box!?”

JIMI COOLDOWN
“Hey, man, we shouldn’t be punching down. He might be watching!”

ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN (C)
“He probably is! He’s got fuck all else to do!”

JIMI COOLDOWN
“Hmm. Well, what do we rate this?”

ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN (C)
“Who gives a shit.”

Jimi agrees with this assessment, nodding, as Touchdown launches the picture once again into the audience. Cooldown goes into the box and picks out another picture.



ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN (C)
“Ain’t this one of the kids that escaped that billionaire’s private island?”

JIMI COOLDOWN
“We won’t know until Mongo releases the flight logs.”

ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN (C)
“Even still, Reymundo? I liked ya, man! Which is why I’m kinda sad to see you puttin’ yourself out on the proverbial street as Zoran’s bottom bitch. Whatever he’s teachin’ ya, it ain’t worth hangin’ around that frrrrrrrrrEAK! ‘Cause ya can claim to be gettin’ that killer instinct, but if ya had it? You’d already have THIS! X*Crown Champ was a long time ago lil man, there's a new sheriff in town!”

Touchdown shines the title belt with his knuckle, smirking all the while.

JIMI COOLDOWN
“El Rey more like L Rey. Emphasis on the L. Zero. Stars.”

It is Cooldown now who lifts the picture and throws it away. The audience seated in the front row have long since moved back to avoid collision, leaving an empty semi-circle in front of the hard camera. Touchdown pulls out yet another picture.



JIMI COOLDOWN
“Here’s a guy setting the bar high!”

ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN (C)
“He’s not setting anything high! He’s only five foot four!”

JIMI COOLDOWN
“Well, regardless, there ain’t no man on the planet that’s five foot three who could step to me or Al. You really think a guy who’s five foot one has a chance? A guy that is four foot eight? four six?! THREE foot THREE? TWO foot?! ONE foot?! ZERO FEET! ZERO STARS!”

Again, the picture flies out of the ring towards an enraged IPW audience. This time though, The Jamrockers suddenly turn solemn. Instead of another picture, Touchdown places his Openweight Championship on the eisel.

ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN (C)
“And now, our last review will be on the late, great, former, IPW Openweight Champion: Cross Rebecca. Sorry, Recoba.”

Cooldown closes his eyes and nods, mourning a great man.

ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN (C)
“I may not be able to live up to his… HISTORIC, thirty plus day title reign. But, DAMMIT, I intend to try! Sadly we couldn’t get a picture of him because, well, nobody was selling one. But, as the YOUNGEST IPW Openweight Champion, the UNDEFEATED IPW Openweight Champion and indeed, the most devilishly handsome IPW Openweight Champion. I will lift this belt up not just for myself, but for the little guys that made this victory happen. Cross? HERE’S TO YOU BUDDY!!!!”

Suddenly, Cooldown pulls out a party blower and exhales with his championship material lungs.



Balloons begin to fall, streamers shoot from the turnbuckles, confetti showers the angry fans, staff and crew alongside the elated Jamrockers. Who parade around the ring, telling people to fellatiate their genitalia, contrasting the cheery set-up THEY created.

Touchdown begins swinging his title around without care as Cooldown continues to crotch chop the crowd - who are now on the cusp of rioting. When suddenly a deafening cheer fires in the arena.



PRICE and SPIKE KANE sprint down the ramp, having seen more than enough. They waste no time entering the ring, prompting The Jamrockers to make a hasty retreat out the other side. They sprint towards the corner barricade but are met with a sudden appearance from EL REY, smirking and holding a steel chair, cutting off the Jamrockers escape attempt. They run to the other side and this time are met by JOHNNY FIVE!

Johnny jumps right over the barricade and charges forward, Touchdown and Cooldown scramble out of his way, causing him to run into and begin trading blows with El Rey! Chaos Theory exits the ring, trying to catch The Jamrockers who vault over the now clear barricade, but Chaos Theory's pursuit is halted when El Rey and Johnny begin attacking them too. The Jamrockers manage to push their way through the hostile crowd, hovering near the exit sign as they watch the events unfold, eyes widened at the scene. Chaos Theory, Johnny Five and El Rey get separated by a mass of security running down to ringside.

Behind the security, atop the ramp, stands CROSS RECOBA. Quietly staring down Alastor Touchdown from afar who frowns back and raises his Championship above the jeering fans surrounding him. Security is still trying in vain to contain the chaos in the arena all the while.

CHLOE HARTWELL
“THE JAMROCKERS ANTICS HAVE COME BACK TO BITE THEM! Everybody wants their heads for that title, even if it means going through everybody else to do it!”

LUIS DE LEÓN
“LOOK AT THE TALENT IN THE ARENA SQUARING OFF! GOD, CAN YOU IMAGINE WHAT IT’S GONNA BE LIKE WHEN THEY LOCK HORNS!?”



CHLOE HARTWELL
“OH MY GOD! THE OWNER IS HERE! HE IS HERE!”

LUIS DE LEÓN
“CAN YOU HEAR THE CROWD ERUPTING?! THEY ARE ON THEIR FEET!”

The sounds of ‘Sanjuro’ playing through the speakers is heard as the owner steps out from behind the curtain and stands right behind Cross Recoba, to which he slowly turned his head and looked towards his own employee.

JASON LONG
“Alright… let’s get some order set around here, right?”

Long stared right back at Recoba.

JASON LONG
“Cross, you made the challenge earlier tonight– and you’ve got exactly that…”

He pauses for a second, stepping closer toward the man.

JASON LONG
“...but it’s not just Alastor Touchdown you’re going ahead against.”

The crowd erupted with cheers as Recoba raised an eyebrow at Long’s direction.

JASON LONG
“It’ll be Alastor Touchdown…”

A cheer from the crowd.

JASON LONG
“Cross Recoba…”

Another cheer.

JASON LONG
“Spike Kane…”

And another cheer.

JASON LONG
“El Rey…”

Another cheer once again.

JASON LONG
“...and Johnny Five– EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU ARE IN A LADDER MATCH AT ROYAL CROWN FOR THE NATIONAL OPENWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!”

The crowd once again become unglued at the announcement but the hand is raised by the owner to make sure they become quiet once again, his attention now turned to The Jamrockers.

JASON LONG
“As for you two… I have you two in a Tag Team match in two weeks time in the main event…”

The crowd murmurs for a bit until the lights go out inside of The OVO Arena and then they hear–

I SAID...
AAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!



With the speakers playing “The Big Bad Wolf” by The Heavy, the crowd blow the goddamn roof off of The OVO Arena Wembley– just as the curtain opened up wide and ZORAN SAINOVIC arrived on the scene!

CHLOE HARTWELL
“THERE’S JUST NO WAY THAT LONG HAS DONE THIS! THERE’S JUST NO WAY”

LUIS DE LEÓN
“WE’VE SEEN HIM BACKSTAGE BEFOREHAND! WE’VE SEEN HIM WITH EL REY! BUT NOW– DER KOMMISSAR IS HERE IN THE ARENA! HE’S HERE IN INFINITE PRO WRESTLING! I CANNOT BELIEVE WHAT I AM SEEING RIGHT NOW!”

Both Jimi and Alastor look up at Zoran with a shocked look on their faces and El Rey behind them is smiling from ear to ear– he knows himself that in two weeks, he’s got his hands on The Jamrockers! Long looks to the two Jamrockers and nods his head in their direction before leaving Cross Recoba and Zoran Sainovic on the stage– and the two share a glance towards one another, slight tension brewing between the two as they just glare.

CHLOE HARTWELL
“ZORAN SAINOVIC AND EL REY ARE TAKING ON THE JAMROCKERS IN TWO WEEKS! THIS IS SO GOD DAMN HUGE!”

LUIS DE LEÓN
“WHAT A NIGHT! WHAT AN ENDING! AND THE ROAD TO ROYAL CROWN IS GETTING SMALLER! WE HAVE TO END IT HERE SO FOR CHLOE HARTWELL– I’VE BEEN LUIS DE LEÓN AND WE’LL SEE YOU IN TWO WEEKS!”

Zoran took a step back and gave a smile toward Recoba as the feed slowly faded to black upon the exit of Der Kommissar.

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