Pro Wrestling RAIDEN - Operation Intrude N313

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Pro Wrestling RAIDEN Presents...
Operation Intrude N313
July 27, 2018
LIVE! from the Walter Pyramid in Long Beach, California


The roar of the crowd echoes throughout the entirety of the Walter Pyramid as the cameras go live, displaying the live and sold-out crowd of nearly 4,500 strong as the lights around the arena begin to swirl while "Operation Intrude N313" by Robert Green plays within the PA systems, the ringside area keeping fans and the action separated via traditional steel guard rails, jade green mats set-up around the outside to pad the many falls people are likely to take on the outside, the ring aprons being adorned with the Pro Wrestling RAIDEN logo in them, black ropes and the mat itself being an emerald green color with the Pro Wrestling RAIDEN logo at its center. The cameraman on the outside has a shot of some of those with front row tickets, various wrestling t-shirts from talent from all over the world being represented before the camera pans over to an elevated white ramp on the straight and narrow that led to an entrance area set-up with an area where black curtains with the PWR logo hid whatever else might be looming backstage. It is at this time that we hear your two announcers for the course of the evening in Patrick "Starfish" Carson and Dre Hamilton.

Patrick Carson: Folks, it's a historic night for us here in a hot summer night in Long Beach, California as we emanate live from the Walter Pyramid and welcome you to the first ever Pro Wrestling RAIDEN show...Operation Intrude N313. Hello everyone, my name is Patrick Carson and alongside me is the ever flamboyant and exuberant, Mr. Dre Hamilton.

Dre Hamilton: Hello bitches! It's yours truly, the GQ Motherfucker themselves and it feels incredibly good to be back in the commentating booth and to call the action on what is going to be a monumental night of batshit crazy pro wrestling, as we watch a legendary pro wrestler start becoming a competent promoter...or watch him crash and burn on his face, depending on how the night goes. Couldn't ask for a better partner to do this one with than you, Starfish.

Patrick Carson: You cannot deny that this card is stacked though, Dre. We've got a rivalry between two Sanctuary Wrestling Academy graduates coming to a clash, the return of a hometown favorite in Issac Solo against the current Rey de HELL in La Sombra Oscura, THE ABSOLUTE HYPE THAT IS FIONA RILEY VS. ASHLEIGH POWELL...

Dre Hamilton: Woah there, buster. Don't get too excited there now. Because while we've got those matches, there's also an Atomicos affair where the amount of personalities on each of these teams might cause some of those to self-combust rather than work together, another grudge match in which both competitors have promised to END one another in Artemis Kaiser and Dexter Jacobs, a potential technical masterpiece between Savannah Taylor and Evangelista...

Patrick Carson: And to top off the card...what is being called a Three-Way Dance Tag Team DREAM MATCH and with good reason, as the Scarborough-Fair, #RubyWay and Hell is Waiting are set to have an absolute WAR on hand with the breaking news earlier today from Dave Scriven saying the rules are out of the window other than pinfalls or submissions and the TORNADO rules to it...and of course, we cannot the grudge match where Evan Envi literally is going to get punched in the face so hard by Michael Norcia that his mother will feel it...

Dre Hamilton: And then...the main event itself, Carson boy. Two women with a storied partnership and rivalry over the last nine years of their respective careers, in an encounter that they both have described as their last one against one another. Eileen Amaro...Caroline Dallins...One. Last. Time.

Patrick Carson: Folks, it's going to be an INSANE evening of professional wrestling and without further ado, let's take this to ringside as our ring announcer...which is an actual coup in and of itself...folks, let's go to the legendary "Crazy PRIDE Lady" herself, Lenne Hardt!

As we move over to one of the cameras inside of the ring, a clear shot of the famous MMA announcer herself is seen as she stands at the center of the ring, a graphic appearing below her name for the stream viewers and on the large tron screen of the Walter Pyramid as well as the crowd acknowledged her loud and clear with cheers and applause for a few moments before Lenne took in a deep breath and screamed out onto the microphone on her hand.

Lenne Hardt: Laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaadiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeesssssssssssssss and gentlemen-ahhhh!!! Welcome to...PROOOOOOOO WREEESSSSTLINGGGGG RAAAAAAIDEN!!!! OOOOOOPERAAAATION INTRUDE N...THREE...ONEEEEEEE...THREEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The roar of the crowd rose to an extra level as if to match their announcer for the evening's excitement, as Hardt only grinned as she then proceeded to take us right into the opening match's announcements...


Singles Match
Diederik van Dael [HKW Underground] vs. Oliver Wilson [FA]

The entrances alone showed the difference between the two Sanctuary Wrestling Academy graduates. Oliver Wilson with his straight forward approach, the only fancy thing regarding his attire in any way being the New Zealand patterned pullover he wore to the ring. Diederik van Dael, on the other hand, went for his grandiose FULL 7+ minute entrance with all of the gyrating hips, dance moves and dragged the entirety of the Walter Pyramid along for the ebbs and flows of it all...and that includes his entire introduction, to which he practically goes full mast as Lenne Hardt gives it with gusto. But when the match FINALLY started, suddenly, the speed changed as Oliver Wilson promptly began to out wrestle DVD from the get-go, moving between holds and transitioning into dominant positions that kept the large Dutchman at bay. It's not very long before Diederik tries to use his power to lift Oliver up and off the mat for the grappler to slip behind him, chop block him in his leg and then immediately bolt to the opposite corner, bouncing off the large turnbuckle pad covering the metal parts and coming at Diederik with a low-angle Busaiku knee kick that floors him.

DVD promptly does the smart thing by rolling to the outside of the ring, but Wilson is quick on the follow-up as he slides outside and begins to put in a clinic with strikes aimed right at van Dael's thighs and as he goes to block low, a rolling kesagiri chop catches DVD on the side of the throat and sends him reeling backwards. Oliver takes a deep breath along with three steps back before darting forward but on a mixture of both desperation and arguable ring awareness, Diederik promptly steps away to his right and a flying Wilson ends up colliding against the steel post. The impact is enough to where it sends Oliver right down to the protecting mats below and DVD pounces on it like a vulture, raining down stomps and elbows before throwing Oliver Wilson back inside to make sure the 20 count doesn't get them both counted out. Within the ring, van Dael takes a few moments to show off his bod and the muscles in between some of his power moves, which include a rather impressive "...Because Deadlifts Are Sexy" (Deadlift German suplex with a bridge) that only gets him a close two and three-quarters count. That leads to Diederik scaling the second rope, shouting "CANNONBALL" at the top of his lungs and jumping...

Only to taste the cruel, cruel hands of gravity and the mat below as Oliver Wilson gets out of dodge.

As Diederik van Dael reels back and uses the ropes to help himself up, that's given Oliver Wilson enough time to pounce back on the attack and this time around, it's far more vicious than perhaps most people would expect as throughout the match, the kicks from Oliver Wilson to Diederik van Dael's left leg have caused to turn it a rather gross combination of black, blue and purple and that particular spot gets the everliving hell kicked out of it as van Dael tries for a desperate swing and gets his leg swept after Wilson dodges the blow. It doesn't take too long after that for Wilson to lock in the Southern Cross (Haas of Pain) in the center of the ring. The crowd at the Pyramid is practically wincing in pain but cheering it on at the same time while Diederik van Dael does struggle for a brief moment on the hold, screaming his pain outloud without a care on the planet Earth...and then moments later as Wilson pulls back on the hold, DVD taps out vicariously onto the mat, as Wilson hears the bell and lets out a triumphant roar in the process as he beats his wrestling school rival decisively and within a professional wrestling ring at long last...settling a score long overdue to be settled!

WINNER: Oliver Wilson (via submission)


Wilson takes a moment to celebrate it accordingly by scaling to one of the neutral corners and lifting his arms up while the referee is still checking on van Dael and his left leg. The cheers, however, turn into gasps and a few yells towards the ring as one of the cameras on the wide arena shot catches sight of a large black man making his way through the crowd and over the barricade, immediately bolting it for the ring and sliding in. Just as Wilson hopped down from the top rope, he turns around and immediately gets LEVELED with a huge Southpaw lariat right onto the face that turns him inside out. The gasps eventually turn into boos as the mysterious man who joined the fray is just laying it onto Wilson, his massive hands literally grabbing and lifting Oliver back up by the throat to a standing position before he lights up Wilson's chest with a Mongolian chop that practically ECHOES across the Walter Pyramid. As the man is yelling at Wilson something along the lines of "REMEMBER ME," the announcers put over the fact that this man is VERY familiar with the two wrestlers who just fought here...and it shows as the mystery man moves to van Dael, grabbing him by his weakened left leg and pulling him close, a cold gaze in his eyes as Diederik van Dael's eyes widen at the realization of who it is juuuust in time to see himself lifted up off the mat on a freakish act of strength and then powerbombed onto the mat shortly after.

The man in question looks at the two fallen men before him prior to reaching out and practically grabbing one of the cameramen at the ring itself to get a close-up of his face, as his expression shows the hint of a smirk while he finally speaks up:

"The name's Kendrick Lewis...and these two jokers aren't the greatest thing to come out of the old man's school, *I AM!*"

Kendrick shoves the cameraman away and proceeds to grab onto an Oliver Wilson who's valiantly using the ropes to stand himself back up before he gets lifted off of his feet onto a vertical suplex position by Lewis...who holds him there for a few moments, let the crowd stand in awe of his strength before giving Oliver Wilson a Jackhammer onto the center of the PWR logo. Kendrick shakes his head, placing his boot underneath Wilson's back afterward and giving it a good kick to send him off to near the ropes...and as Kendrick turns around, he finds himself out slapped across the jaw by a defiant and now mad Diederik van Dael...and someway, somehow, that causes the crowd to go wild. Kendrick Lewis, however, has a reaction unlike most of those in the audience.

He simply smiles from ear-to-ear as he knees DVD in the stomach, placing his head under his legs and lifting him up in the air...and this time, holding him by his armpits, extending the two-hundred and seventy plus pounder for the world to see before crashing down with a Splash Mountain Bomb that shakes the mat beneath them. The boos from the entirety of the people in Long Beach are defiant as Kendrick Lewis simply turns around, wiping his hands clean as he leaves the ring and moves on towards the curtains...leaving the two men who just wrestled to pick up after themselves and be helped to the back, the crowd giving both Wilson and van Dael one last round of applause for their efforts in the ring, even if the ending was rather bittersweet for both of them.

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Singles Match
La Sombra Oscura [HELL] vs. Issac Solo [FA]

While the reception was warm for the "Rey de HELL" in La Sombra Oscura and his manager Tony Harrison, the entirety of the Walter Pyramid warmly greeted one of their own as Issac Solo made his return to in-ring competition for the first time in over two years, the announcers citing that his absence from the squared circle and the rust accumulated from it could very well play a hand on this particular result...and perhaps even cause Sombra himself to not play this one as usual, given Sombra's own arsenal being based on that of whoever his opponent was in front of him as the man in the boots, bodysuit, gloves and full head mask, all in plain black, had nothing to offer but a stoic nod after handing the Rey de HELL Championship to the referee and as the bell rang and he assumed the exact same wrestling stance as Solo did. The two exchange a brief set of holds before Solo overpowers Sombra to the corner and simply shakes his head, letting a clean break occur and patting his chest, telling the "so-called champion" to come at him. The two go back to another lock-up at the center of the ring and then, Sombra proceeds to return the favor by backing Solo into the corner albeit without the smack talk after the clean break. Issac makes the error of reacting to it in an impatient rush leads him to bouncing off the ropes after Sombra ducks under a clothesline attempt and catches him with a German suplex on the bounce back. Sombra Oscura then proceeds to facewash Solo shortly after, which seems to only cause the big man to follow suit from an irish whip attempt by Sombra to catch El "Rey de HELL" with a back elbow...and then proceeding to facewash him in return.

While still rusty, Solo gradually begins to work himself into a comfort zone by using his strength and the absolute support of his home crowd in Long Beach to dominate for the following minutes after that exchange, be via slams, strikes and even Solo landing his patented folding powerbomb which is then transitioned into a Boston crab, forcing La Sombra Oscura to scratch and claw his way to the ropes with encouragement from his manager Tony Harrison on the outside. "The Samoan Steamroller" proceeds to drag La Sombra Oscura towards one of the corners and it's a failed attempt at a cannonball senton in which Issac lands on Sombra's knees that changes the complexion of the match on Sombra's favor. La Sombra works his way back into it with variations of the same powerful strikes that Issac was throwing out earlier and he even gets a Chimera-Plex combination off on Solo that nearly gets him the pinfall victory, with Solo kicking out just in the nick of time.

The turning point comes when both men gradually stand up and start trading shots with one another, with Solo eventually hitting Sombra with a slap upside the luchador's head that sends La Sombra Oscura reeling back. Sombra has to hold on to one of the ropes and the camera pans to see him shaking, almost as if a computer glitching in a way with the way his body is reacting. Issac sees this and shakes his head, cursing and muttering something about this dude not being right in the hea- AND HE GETS CAUGHT, THEN DRIVEN INTO THE MAT WITH A HEADLOCK DRIVER! The crowd suddenly gasps, as the Long Beach folk definitely can tell that this isn't a Solo move that Sombra is imitating and the announcers putting over that the notion of that move looked very similar to HKW Underground's Gavin Grimes and his finishing move, "The Crowing." But La Sombra Oscura doesn't stop there, as he ascends to the top rope and immediately comes off of it with a split-legged moonsault that many fans recognize as the "Plan C" finisher from Phoenix Wrestling's Cassius Reed. Sombra immediately goes for the cover and gets a close two count, but the damage is seemingly done here as Solo is rolling away and trying to create distance. La Sombra Oscura takes a stance near one of the corners and as Solo stands up, Sombra takes off and lands with a running Busaiku Knee Kick on Issac Solo, as the announcers call attention to this being Blyss Lockhart's "BKO" and the foregone conclusion that La Sombra Oscura was uncharacteristically emulating the Portland Pro roster members in which Issac Solo had once crossed paths against...and Tony Harrison is rapidly pounding the mat, yelling at Sombra to put an end to it quickly.

The combination of shock and the impact of consecutive moves has Issac on the ropes, as he falls succinct while trying to sit up to Daniel Lanning's "Deadshot" (Penalty Kick) maneuver before he is picked up once more by La Sombra Oscura, who puts every bit of himself into it as he lifts up Issac Solo and then drops him with Ramsay Bodach's "Ghost Driver" (Pyramid Driver) for the pinfall victory! The crowd cheers La Sombra Oscura's victory as he is then handed his championship but both him and Tony proceed to get out of the ringside area as quickly as possible, with Harrison checking in on Sombra all the way to the back while leaving Issac Solo to gradually regain his composure after being hit with things he never expected to see again and while his face shows how upset he is at dropping the match, he does take a moment to show his thanks to his home crowd by bowing accordingly as they cheer him on prior to him leaving the ringside area slowly but under his own power.

WINNER: La Sombra Oscura (via pinfall)



Teacher vs. Student
Fiona Riley [FA] vs. Ashleigh Powell [EMPIRE]

The crowd warmly received the returning "Strong Style Seraph" Fiona Riley in her first match back in a year, the California crowd more than happy to recognize the former longest-reigning EXODUS Pro World Champion and company "Ace." One of her first pupils in Ashleigh Powell also received her fair share of cheers as well, with both women shaking hands prior to the bell ringing before they went right to action. The initial exchange between the two started with a lock-up, both women going through the notions and reversals of various holds that saw the veteran in Fiona showing a bit of ring rust as Powell initially overpowered her with a fireman's carry takedown followed by a headlock...but the wily veteran found her legs quickly, taking Ashleigh to the ropes and sending her off with an irish whip to which Powell was then met with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. That became the gradual story of the early going as Fiona began to work Powell's back with moves targeting the area and even her legs with some well-placed stomps to Ashleigh's calves and a shinbreaker that actually got a two count from the referee count. There's also another moment where Fiona follows up by taking Powell to the nearest turnbuckle, catching her with a few well-placed open palm chops to the chest before turning her around in the turnbuckle so that she is exposed before connecting with a somersault elbow in the corner right at Ashleigh's back, something else that gets the two count.

But Ashleigh Powell began to show her own ability to adapt and to survive the initial storm, jumping out of the way of an incoming chop block and flooring Fiona with a stunning dropkick to the knee, followed by rolling over her back right into a beautifully executed DDT that drew much applause and a close two-count. She doesn't stop there, immediately picking up Fiona for a Northern Lights suplex that lands her another two count and with that, Powell is in the swing of things as she then rolls around and gingerly stands up, the damage on her back from earlier causing a few seconds of delay to further capitalize on Riley's condition and as Ashleigh reaches down to grab her...Fiona quickly pulls her into a small package hold that nearly gets her a three count. As Powell kicks out, Fiona rolls backwards to create some distance and the "Strong Style Seraph" is quick to establish the attack as she catches Ashleigh with a quick combo of palm strikes and a backfist that land across Powell's chest before she gets a dropsault that sends Ashleigh stumbling to the ropes head-first. As she stumbles back, Fiona Riley leaps into the air but she promptly lands back on her feet, the cameraman catching the look on her eyes as she chooses to catch the stumbling Powell in her arms instead.

The commentators do bring to light the concussion issues that have haunted Powell in the past and ask whether Fiona's reason for not targeting her head with her patented Gamengiri kick known as the "Shinigami" had something to do with that moments ago. But before Fiona can check any further, Ashleigh catches her with a double-leg takedown and from it, she attempts to lock Fiona Riley onto the ZETA-16 (high-angle cloverleaf with knee on the opponent's head) but the veteran in Fiona sees the ropes being within proximity and she quickly squirms her way across the mat to them and manages to grab them just before Ashleigh can turn into the hold. Within moments, Powell is a distance from the ropes, watching Fiona pull herself up to a vertical base and once she's up, the young student dashes towards her only to get caught by the Soul Calibur (sit-out jawbreaker) from Riley. Following it is a combination of a mongolian chop, a palm strike to the chest and then another dropsault from Fiona that lands her a close two fall.

But as Fiona looks around and begins to ascend to the top rope looking for a moonsault of some sort, but Ashleigh catches her on the top rope with a flying palm strike to the back...and from there, Powell gets herself up onto the ropes and catches Fiona Riley with a thunderous Spider Suplex from which she still hangs on with her legs on the turnbuckle before ascending fully to the top rope. Ashleigh Powell does wait for a few brief moments as she watches the former EXPRO "Ace" and her mentor gingerly return to her feet before she leaps forward for The Magnum Opus (top rope twisting Stunner)... but Fiona has it scouted and rolled backwards, while Powell landed on her backside in a huff. Before Ashleigh could even react, Fiona Riley quickly moves onto her with an arm trap somersault cradle pin that is counted and gets the pinfall, as Ashleigh Powell kicks out a second too late! The bell rings and the crowd roars in approval for the combat between these two...

WINNER: Fiona Riley (via pinfall)


The aftermath sees both women taking a brief moment in the ring, Fiona Riley having her arm raised but choosing to shortly after in kneeling down to help Ashleigh Powell back to her feet, who looks almost shell shocked in a way after not being able to escape the pinfall attempt. She blinks for a few moments, looking at Fiona with her outstretched hand but choosing to use the ropes at first to somewhat pull herself to a vertical base. Fiona Riley still keeps the hand held out as she gradually stands up herself...and there's a look on her face as she finally sighs, simply giving Fiona Riley a quick hand slap before trying to turn around...only to be pulled into a hug by her long-time mentor, the fans in Long Beach eating it up for the brief moment it lasts as Ashleigh Powell never quite returns the hug. In fact, she's quite prompt to break off from it and pushing a confused Fiona back...leaving the "Strong Style Seraph" and the rest of audience confused as she immediately rolls out of the ring and makes her way to the curtains. After a few moments and saying her thanks to the crowd, Fiona leaves the ring as well and makes her way backstage, a puzzled look on her face in the process.

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Atómicos Match
Shane Atwater [SVW], Anastasia Starling [PW/HKW Underground], Anna Giovanna [DIVINE] & Nariko Inazuma [DIVINE/SSWA]
vs.
Stephanie Stefano [SVW/FFW], Rex Evans [FA], Aries Armadaist [HKW Underground] & Angelina Fantastica [FFW]

There is a moment where it seems uncertain who will start in this match but the second the bell rings all hesitancy is put aside as Shane Atwater starts off against the woman he'll soon be facing for her SVW Championship, Stephanie Stefano! There's a huge pop from the energetic fans in the Walter Pyramid as the pair move in a counterclockwise circle until Stephanie spies an opening and feints a Throat Chop only for Shane to swoop his arm in to push hers aside and deliver a fast Uppercut that rocks Steph's head back sharply. She shakes her head but grins, going to the ropes to come back with a nice Shotgun Dropkick. Now we've got Rex Evans in for Stephanie and he delivers a Spinning Knee Strike on Atwater but Shane soldiers on and hits a couple Forearm Strikes before going in on a Stepover Toehold Cravate! The fans cheer for the submission display but Rex is quick enough to counter through and get to the ropes. Shane's out for Anna Giovanna as the pair show excellent chemistry, keeping Rex occupied and shuttling him back and forth between the two for a good few moments. Rex breaks loose and bowls Giovanna over, but eats several prone Muay Thai style Knees to the skull from the fiery Anna!

She rolls free and the fans suddenly roar in excitement as here comes Anastasia Starling as she jumps from floor, straight to edge of apron, pops immediately over top rope, and Double Foot Stomps on Evans before she completes a forward roll up to her feet across the ring! Now here's Angelina Fantastica to lock up with her, and the grumpier than usual Aries Armadaist is looking straight across the ring at a certain SSWA star, Nariko Inazuma! There's a few sharp whistles and someone in the crowd is yelling 'go get them Narikoooo' as she slides into the ring as Angelina Monkey Flips Anastasia out of the ring and the pair exchange some almost Parkour style moves as they chase each other outside the ring. Nariko squares up with Aries who gives her a more than mildly incredulous look and then he goes for a Karnage Bomber, the Lariat would surely have turned Nariko's insides into her outsides but at the last second she drops to the mat and rolls right back up to her feet to hit Aries with a Tiger Feint Kick! Wow he is not happy about this shit as he tells everyone as he rants, he grabs up Nariko and hits her with a Headbutt and drops her, though now of course she tangles him up as he moves and sends him crashing to the mat. Ah hell.

Across the way, Stephanie and Shane are split up as Stephanie and Anastasia are now warily testing each other, and here comes Angelina to get Atwater's attention. The four move at a breakneck pace that keeps amping up the excitement of the fans, criss crossing and leapfrogging galore from Angelina and Anastasia and dodges and rolls from Shane and Stephanie who never quite lose track of the other. Shane provides a laced hands boost for Anna as she comes across and he grins as she launches herself in a Moonsault that lands on Nariko and Aries, sending them all out of the ring. Angelina sweeps Shane's leg but he rolls through and ohhh my God here comes Stefano with The Headline, the Running Punt Kick aimed right at Shane's head but at the last possible second he drops flat and she sails right over him! She crashes into Fantastica and Angelina rolls out of the ring to the floor to join the three outside! Steph flips around at the ropes and keeps her feet, seeing Shane look up from the mat she holds up a hand with her thumb and forefinger close together and laughs, he shakes his head with a bit of humor and Stephanie starts at him only to hit the mat as a wild Rex Evans comes through with a head of steam diving through the ropes to smash into Aries on the floor!

Nariko is back in the ring and does a slide to keep Angelina out, Stephanie gets slingshot off the ropes and smashes into Inazuma, sending her to the mat but she's down too and looks up right into the gaze of Shane Atwater! And of course now that Stephanie is down near Atwater he strikes and yanks her arm in close, going for his Arm Trap Crossface, The Crucible! The fans are on their feet as Stefano howls, but she fights and gets her legs swung out on the apron and sort of slithers off to the floor and he lets go at the ropes with a grin, in pursuit as the fans cheer again. Now everyone's outside on the floor and trading off moves... oh wait did we say everyone? No, no. In the ring are Nariko and Anastasia and for a moment they watch everything going on outside and they decide to join them all! The two start off on the far side of the ring and then change sides at the middle, they go up top at the corners then turn, coming off with a double flip onto everyone on the floor! The fans eat this up as everyone separates up slowly, except for Angelina. Fantastica is on her feet having been at the outside of the dog pile so to speak and she sees everyone stirring and starting to rise, she backs up to get some space and does a round off Cartwheel coming back through and ends up flipping into a Moonsault and bringing them all crashing back down!

Lots of love for that one as everyone is now getting back up and into the ring, starting to maybe think it's time to rein things in and try and win this thing. It's logical, it's the goal, and then a roar remarkably like Godzilla rings out and Aries just... he just...grabs the first warm body and boom! Piledriver! There's a huge gasp in the arena and boom! Piledriver! Boom! Piledriver! Aries is on a roll and he doesn't stop even as the referee stares at him aghast, as if he's in fear that he's next! And when it's over, Aries is up on his feet and doesn't even think to pin as he realizes that he has taken them all down, including his own tag team partners Stephanie, Rex, and Angelina! Silence. Then loudly, at the top of his lungs as he drags his hands through his hair, El Super Canuck apologizes:

"OH FUCK SHIT FUCK MY BAD! ...FUCK!"

...Because of course he did. He helps his teammates back up to their feet, everyone else gets up and tries to get oriented and here comes the first recovered, Anna Giovanna, she's got her right hand up and Rex Evans in her sights as he staggers a bit, and she swings hard, going for that KO Punch of hers but at the last instant Rex ducks and POW! The impact is just sick as that punch strikes Nariko flush on the jaw! Aries and Anna start to brawl a bit as he seems a bit offended that Anna is trying to end the match with a punch, here's Shane to back up Anna and the pair work smoothly together to bring the fight to him! Stephanie and Angelina move to help Aries and OH GOD. Here's Rex, he's got his wind back and he waits, he waits and Nariko comes up to her feet as he launches himself hard at her with that vicious spear... UNSTOPPABLE! He drives them damn near across the ring with the impact and he scrambles into the cover even though Nariko looks out of it, gaining the pinfall even as Anastasia Starling comes off the ropes with a Springboard Polish Hammer, a few seconds too late to prevent the three count!

WINNERS: Stefano/Evans/Armadaist/Fantastica (Rex over Nariko, via pinfall)


The tensions are running high on the losing team's ends after the winning team has their hands raised, as Anna is yelling at Nariko regarding taking the fall and as to why she was anywhere near Evans when she had it covered...and Inazuma, still holding on to her ribs, audibly said something in Japanese to which Anna couldn't hear or understand. The two got much closer to one another, as Nariko repeated the words, this time in English:

"You're not good enough to avenge DEMON..."

Without another word, Nariko Inazuma immediately proceeds to slap Anna Giovanna across the face and it takes both Shane Atwater and Anastasia Starling having to hold the respective parties back - getting some help from Angelina Fantastica and Stephanie Stefano in the process to break it up from becoming another brawl. Rex Evans, at this point, has made his way out of the ring and through the curtains first while Aries Armadaist is just utterly confused by everything that is going on and keeps screaming at them while taking his leave: "LET 'EM FUCKING FIGHT ALREADY, JESUS!"

With the help of ring crew, the two parties are eventually broken off and they make their exit out with Anastasia checking in on Nariko and asking what the hell that was about while Stephanie Stefano follows behind them, her eyes meeting that of her challenger's in Shane Atwater at SVW's Climax event and a nod from her end before she leaves with the other two girls. Anna, Angelina and Shane leave shortly after, a camera shot noticing Anna and Shane actually joining hands for a brief moment before getting out of sight.

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In the aftermath of the Atómicos bout and being given a few moments to catch their breath, the fans are suddenly treated to a rather pleasant surprise as Dream Theater's "Pull Me Under" begins to play over the PA system and within moments, it is the owner and promoter of Pro Wrestling RAIDEN in Chris Strike that comes out from the curtains in a three-piece suit and to the roar of the crowd at the Walter Pyramid, his name being chanted loudly as he makes his way to the ring, slapping hands with a few of the fans in the front row before picking up a microphone from the ringside area and making his way within the squared circle at hand. As his theme music does fade from the PA system and he takes a moment to let the crowd continue to chant his name, he exhales and finally speaks up again.

Chris Strike: When I began putting this together one year ago, never in a million years did I ever imagine our maiden voyage would be as successful as it has been...and every single one of you in this audience are to thank for that. So thank you all very, very much!

Another loud set of cheers from the Long Beach faithful.

Chris Strike: But as good as our show has been thus far on its first half, there is still going to be a second half with some great wrestling to come! But prior to moving onto our intermission period, there is a certain set of house business to take care of...as you all know by now, this event is the first one being streamed LIVE via TEN or in layman's terms, The Experts Network!

Applause and cheers for the following network and the fact that this is going worldwide due to it.

Chris Strike: It was something of an unlikely partnership for those of you who know your history, because when The Experts were at their highest peak, it is true that I never competed under their separate banner, even while a part of historic companies under their umbrella such as Sin City Wrestling, Action Packed Wrestling and Code Red Wrestling. As an active competitor, I saw many of my friends and some of my biggest rivals in the business take place in the Extreme Tournaments or the High Stakes shows that The Experts held and while I had my own reasons for not competing under that banner, the infamy of that board of directors and the prestige that the True Expert Championship once held was second to none. But for the most part...the Experts faded into obscurity six years ago...and it wasn't until recently that the flames began to light up under them once again.

Strike takes a look around the ringside area, taking a moment to breathe in his surroundings before speaking up.

Chris Strike: So tonight, there's a certain announcement to be made...although I'm hardly qualified to be the one to do it. So ladies and gentlemen, without further ado...allow me to introduce you to a legend in this industry, a man who is one of the names that are synonymous with the Experts...ladies and gentlemen? LEGION!!!!

The whistle of "Engel" by Rammstein hits the PA system, and the crowd largely in cheers for the man responsible for providing a streaming broadcast for the show as a suited Legion steps out from behind the curtain, surveying the crowd that's come to his home turf. He has a grin from ear to ear as he approaches the ring, while the music kicks into full gear. He enters the ring, shaking the hand of Strike who hands him the microphone.

Legion: Chris, thank you for letting me come to the first show we've had in a long time here in Long Beach, California!

Legion pauses to let the hometown pop sink in, still grinning as he continues.

Legion: I greatly appreciate the opportunity to address a couple things, because first and foremost...this will not be the last time we see wrestling in this great city, that I promise you!

The crowd is even louder in their approval of this, much to the delight of Legion.

Legion: Not too far from here, I have reopened my old wrestling school...Academia Fuerza, where those looking for their place in the grand scheme of things will find the answers they seek. With that comes the launch of Fuerza Pro, where those who do well in the school can mix it up with the best of the best! This of course all falls under the umbrella of The Experts, who are co-sponsoring the debut event next month, a little show I call...Embrace The World In Gray!

The crowd show their appreciation as Legion turns his attention to Strike.

Legion:  And this brings me right back to Pro Wrestling RAIDEN, and this man right here, Chris Strike. You see folks, Chris and I have had several discussions before tonight about the future of both this company and The Experts, and I have begun to learn that the future of pro wrestling as a whole lies in collaboration, not competition. With that in mind, my second and third announcements are linked closely together...this fall, the Extreme Tournament returns as we air live from the Legacy Plaza in Hayward, and our reigning True Expert, Jack Benevolence...

Those in the crowd well aware of Benevolence give a sign of their hatred with a chorus of boos, before Legion interjects.

Legion: ...will be expected to defend his championship in every match he wrestles throughout the tournament!

Those same people roar in applause and approval, drawing a chuckle from Legion.

Legion:  I thought you might like that. Yes, the title will be defended throughout the tournament, and whoever the whole thing will earn the right to be called...the True Expert! But that's not all, folks...you see, this is where Pro Wrestling RAIDEN comes in. Whoever is the True Expert after the Extreme Tournament will not get to rest for very long, for he or she will be defending that title when Pro Wrestling RAIDEN heads to the Cow Palace in San Francisco, for Big Trouble in Little China!

That one draws an even bigger roar from the crowd, as Chris Strike motions over to the timekeeper's table at ringside and has another microphone tossed over to him...which he actually manages to catch in his right hand, thankfully avoiding any semblance of a fumble before returning his attention to the crowd and to Legion's announcement.

Chris Strike: In fact, I'm going to make that match right here and now. Whoever DOES emerge out of the Extreme Tournament 2018 as the True Expert champion, they will be defending that championship against a man very well known to the Experts lore. That man or woman will defend the championship...against "The Avatar of Brutality" Rex Evans!

The gasp and shock alongside the cheers are allowed to be sunk in for a brief moment before Strike speaks up again.

Chris Strike: And in the case of Rex entering the tournament and winning it? Then I'll allow him, as champion, to choose his challenger for that night. But one way or the other, the True Expert championship will be decided under the RAIDEN banner...and folks? This is only the beginning. Not just for us...but for The Experts as well!

The crowd is absolutely thrilled at what's been announced as Legion speaks up once more.

Legion: We've only just begun, my friends. The Experts rose from the ashes like a phoenix, its flames never to be extinguished again...and now, with the world watching, we will remind them what we have always been about!

Legion bows as the crowd give one more big ovation for the announcements, shaking Strike's hand before leaving the ring, with Strike following suit after acknowledging the crowd by bowing to each of the corners in thanks as "Pull Me Under" begins to play over the PA system and eventually, he takes his leave and we go into intermission.

[Strike]

After coming back from a quick intermission...we're back to the second half of the card and kicking it off...well...

Singles Match
Artemis Kaiser [FFW/4CW] vs. Dexter Jacobs [HELL]

There wasn't exactly going to be anything pretty about this one from the start as Jacobs jumped Artemis Kaiser during her entrance to the ring, not looking to wait for any moment as the early attack on the outside included some heavy shots like sending her into the steel steps twice, dropping her on the guardrail throat first and of course, plenty of rough punching, kicking and the dirty fighting one can expect from the "Redneck Hulk." He screams at the crowd to clear the hell out of his way as he then irish whips Artemis hard into the guardrail, sending her crashing onto it shoulder first rather than with her back and the announcers wonder outright if that might be a dislocated shoulder with color commentator Dre Hamilton noting that the dominant arm used for the Crusade elbows that Artemis loves to throw might just be the target of this particular assault. Although even that didn't seem to really land as a theory as Dexter proceeded to grab her and military press Artemis in the air before tossing her back-first onto one of the steel posts on the outside.

Finally, after jawing with the referee, Jacobs tosses Kaiser inside of the ring and slides back in. The referee checks up on Artemis, who once she realizes where she is at, she literally pulls herself up with the assistance of the ropes and shoves the referee aside with a stern look and the words "Ring the bell!" before she takes off front and center to meet a smirking Dexter only to wipe that smirk off his face as she quickly seized him by the hair and pulls him forward into a forearm that gets a rise out of Jacobs, as he swings wide and the bell finally rings. Dexter shook his head at the forearm in question, screaming "THAT ALL Y'FUCKIN' GOT, BITCH?!" and Artemis' reply  comes in the form of a STOCKTON SLAP! ...And another. And another. And another. By the time she's thrown her fifth, Dexter's knees are seemingly giving on him, as he involuntarily takes a step backward and that's when Artemis begins to go to work by hooking Jacobs onto a Muay Thai clutch and letting the knees fly, forcing the bigger man to go on the defensive and even eat some shots before one particular bit finds him in the chin and buckles him. Shortly after, Artemis runs the ropes and catches Jacobs with the Execution Kick (Axe kick) and once she turns his weight around, she ends up getting a two count from the pinfall attempt. That isn't enough for her as she rolls backwards, finds herself running the ropes and catching a kneeling Jacobs with the Falcon Kick (running single leg dropkick) for a near three count if not for Dexter's right hand grabbing the rope.

From there, Kaiser does a good job of using her lethal striking ability to keep Jacobs grounded for another minute or two but Dexter shows exactly why he's known as the "Redneck Hulk" as he eventually just powers himself back up while continuing to eat her offense to then catch her with a snap powerslam that puts Artemis down with authority onto the mat. It does not take Dexter Jacobs very long to establish control once more after that, the Garvin stomps that followed being hurled along with a series of insults and curses at Kaiser's very core prior to deadlifting Artemis off the mat as if she were nothing more than a rag doll and driving her down onto the mat with a gutwrench suplex from the deadlift. He kept the grip, transitioning into another deadlift and from it, a German suplex that nearly ends it all if not the rough power and positioning of it all causing Artemis' feet to land on the middle rope. Not satisfied enough with it, Dexter Jacobs slowly brings Artemis Kaiser to a standing position with hatred seething through his every motion, locking her prone body into the "God Loves, Man Kills" maneuver (Crossface chickenwing) and rather than just holding it in place, he slowly drags Artemis over to near one of the turnbuckles, ragdolling her all the way there before in one powerful motion, just letting her go with a Millennium suplex that sends Kaiser crashing against the turnbuckles. ...Did I mention that Dexter Jacobs might be on a mission to kill somebody - that somebody being Artemis Kaiser, in this case - and that he does this a second time moments later? Welp...

The crowd is practically unsettled at this point as they watch Dexter Jacobs enjoy his own sadistic work, taking a moment to even give the crowd a piece of his mind to a chorus of boos before his attentions return to his surroundings. He looks to the turnbuckle in which he just threw Artemis onto, grabbing onto the top turnbuckle pad and undoing it with sheer brute force, throwing it aside before shoving away the referee, who had begun to yell at his general direction to not try any funny business. Finally, he grabs Artemis by the hair, pulling her up and lifting her off the mat before pointing her prone body right at the turnbuckle in question. The crowd gasps, some realizing what might be coming next as Dexter takes off on a freakishly fast run towards said turnbuckle...but Artemis slips out of his grasp and the momentum causes Dexter to crash against the turnbuckles, his chest hitting the exposed metal and causing him to gasp with a sudden jolt as he stumbles back...into The First Crusade (Rolling elbow) to the back of his head, the impact driving him skull first into the exposed turnbuckle. The entirety of the Walter Pyramid comes unglued for the sudden turn of events, as they implore Artemis Kaiser to capitalize on this as she drags herself back to her feet with the ropes aiding her and she drags Dexter Jacobs away from the ropes...but she doesn't pin him.

No, she simply lowers herself, grabbing at his hair...and kicking him in the skull. And again. And another. And another. The gradual kicks seem to begin waking Dexter up and while he screams out, it's laughter rather than pain that he emanates. "THAT ALL YA FUCKIN' GOT, ART?!" he yells out before another kick finds his jaw, closing it shut as she lets go of him. Yet, he doesn't seem to stop himself, as he raises his own head to look at her, disgust for his enemy and perhaps disgust for his own existence emanating as he yells out something caught by the microphones hanging around the ringside area: "I TOLD YA...I AIN'T STOPPIN' UNTIL I SEND YA STRAIGHT TO HELL...RIGHT NEXT TO YER FUCKIN' DA-!"

That...escalated things as another kick found Dexter Jacobs' face before he could even dare finish that sentence and this time, they could see his nose going at a different direction, the blood immediately beginning to gush out of it as Artemis Kaiser's stare narrowed and Jacobs' reply was just to laugh harshly. Before he could say anything, it was Artemis' knee that found his temple and that was seemingly to stop any responses out of him. The referee, seeing this, immediately attempted to step in and check on Jacobs' condition...then he took one good look at the woman known as "The Last Empress" and stepped aside, all as she looked at the audience and pointed a finger gun right at the skull of the "Redneck Hulk."

Moving to his legs, Artemis promptly locked them onto a standing, inverted Indian deathlock surfboard and once she secured that hold, she reached down and gripped onto Jacobs' hair, pulling his bloodied face up from the canvas, locking her left arm around his throat...and connected with a sharp elbow to the back of his head, while keeping him held in place. She reeled back and gave him another. She continued to elbow him continuously, the referee now watching from a distance and after about the fifth elbow and a lack of any movement, he did about the boldest thing he could do under the circumstances by calling for the bell and immediately getting himself in there to break it off as if within an octagon while trying to separate a pair of fighters. Artemis didn't stop until an elbow found the referee's chest and some of the young students from Chris Strike's own Sanctuary Wrestling Academy serving as ring crew stepped in and forced her to separate from Jacobs...regardless of whatever the hell either of them had to say on Twitter about abruptly ending this one.

The winning announcement did eventually come...Artemis Kaiser's hand was soon thereafter raised and the crowd in Long Beach gave her the proper respect for a hard fought fight...but there was an air of uncertainty within the Walter Pyramid as they watched Artemis Kaiser leave the ring tonight while being escorted out by the Sanctuary students...and by that, really, she begrudgingly walked off while shoving a few of them aside for trying to rush her along and even going as far as straight up punching one out cold on her way to the curtain. Dexter Jacobs, however, was left under his own blood to be helped out by medical staff at ringside, the announcing team taking a moment to talk about how it was perhaps Dexter's own bloodlust combined with previous concussion issues that may have very well led to this...and that after what they've seen here tonight?

Artemis Kaiser was arguably the most dangerous woman in the world of professional wrestling!

WINNER: Artemis Kaiser (by TKO)

[Strike]

Singles Match
Evangelista [SSWA] vs. Savannah Taylor [FFW/FGA]

After the last bout, this one was probably a breath of fresh air as the two women made their respective entrances and actually took a more traditional approach to the pro wrestling happening over the course of the evening with the collar-to-elbow tie-up starting a series of various holds, transitions, counters and such that kept them both busy for the first three minutes with neither woman giving the other an edge, the "feeling out" coming to a conclusion after a rapid exchange of arm drags from both women earned them a standing ovation after the war of holds they'd gone through prior to that finale. Things do escalate to another level as strikes are exchanged between the two women, initially as a battle of knife-edged chops to see who gives up their ground first but it eventually coming to a sudden end when Evangelista throws a roundhouse kick in which Savannah barely ducks under, only to get caught and floored by a leg sweep from Evangelista. She smartly does follow suit with a Leg DDT onto Savannah's left leg, quickly turning Taylor around while in the mat and transitioning into a Muta lock to which Savannah quickly makes her way to the ropes to break it off before Evangelista can get it locked in full.

The early portion is Evangelista playing the hits, if you will. A couple of sharp kicks keep Savannah grounded and at distance from using her own technical acumen. Evangelista goes from targeting the left leg with a few of those kicks to the right arm with a double knee armbreaker once Savannah checked one of those kicks and attempted to create some distance with forearm strikes that landed. Evangelista did maintain wrist control on the afterward, rolling back to a vertical base and nailing Savannah Taylor with a solid forearm after a wristlock, following it with an arm wringer and then a rolling arm snap. That combination gets Evangelista a two count. Savannah stumbled back towards one of the turnbuckles in the aftermath of that sequence and Evangelista connected with a series of regular European uppercuts before irish whipping Savannah to the other side of the ring...but Taylor reverses it and it's Evangelista who crashes back-first against the turnbuckles instead. Savannah shows a little something different than the usual as she connects with a handspring elbow and transitions it into a bulldog, following suit with a standing corkscrew moonsault for a two count.

It's a teeter-totter affair from this point, as Savannah takes the driver's seat by establishing a faster pace with strikes and some impact moves like a combination of lightning fast kicks, ending with the Ultimecia (Uraken) that catches Evangelista in the skull, sending her stumbling into the ropes and then back onto Taylor's grasp as she followed it with a snap dragon suplex for a two and half count - the announcers noting that due to her match the next night against Jo McFarlane at FFW's Unstoppable, she is trying to end this as soon as she can. Savannah seems to double down on this theory as she tried for The Gamble (corkscrew neckbreaker), only for Evangelista to escape the attempt by fighting out of it but ending up catching a knee to the skull that ends Evangelista to the outside...and Savannah Taylor following up with a springboard variation of the Welcome to Sin City (Dragonrana) on the outside for which the entirety of the Walter Pyramid comes alive with "HOLY SHIT" chants shortly thereafter.

Savannah does eventually roll Evangelista back inside of the ring prior to the twenty-count and trying to pin her, but only getting a two count. Looking for the opportunity to finish it all off, Savannah lifts Evangelista back up to her feet and tries to hook her in for the Siren's Song (Desecrator), but Evangelista fights her way out of it and reverses her way out of it into an outright beautiful wrist-clutch exploder suplex in which Savannah manages to kick out from in the nick of time. Both women eventually come to stand back to their feet and Evangelista strikes first with a kick to the chest...but Savannah responds with one of her own...soon enough, both women are taking turns kicking away at one another, neither one falling down and just absorbing each punishing blow as it comes until finally, a swift kick from Evangelista is caught by Savannah Taylor and she turns it into a standing ankle lock, the crowd at a fever pitch at this point. She twists and turns on the hold but before Savannah can grapevine it or even assume a kneeling position, Evangelista flips forward and has enough for her momentum to force Savannah forward, as she hits the middle rope throat-first and the hold is then broken.

As Savannah returns to a standing base, Evangelista is right there to greet her, connecting with the Battlegrounds Uppercut (European uppercut, pushing the opponent's head down with other hand) and nearly getting a three fall if not for the referee noticing Savannah's thrown her foot under the bottom rope in order to force the break. Aiming to put the finishing touches, she goes on and brings Taylor up to her feet, sending her into the ropes and then catching her on the return in an Uranage position...but Taylor reverses out of it on sheer athleticism with a rather incredible victory roll...one, two, thr- but Evangelista turns it into a victory roll of her own...one, two, thre- and Savannah kicks out in the nick of time. Both women are back onto their feet and it's a backflip kick from Savannah that stuns Evangelista onto the nearest corner. But as Taylor then rushes Evangelista with every intent to take her head off with a knee or forearm of some kind, the smaller woman shows immense strength as she lifts Savannah Taylor off her feet in a Uranage and slams the back of Savannah's skull right onto her knee, the Headbreaker connecting and the count being academic as the erupting Walter Pyramid counts it:

ONEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The aftermath, compared to some of the last few matches, sees something far more suitable for audiences as Evangelista offers her hand and Savannah Taylor does eventually take it as she's helped to her feet. The two women exchange a solid handshake, with Savannah motioning that she was "this close" and that the story wouldn't be the same the next time they met. Evangelista nodded, saying she was looking forward to it already. SPORTSMANSHIP, EVERYONE!!!

WINNER: Evangelista (via pinfall)

[Strike]

Three-Way Dance Tornado Tag Team Dream Match
Scarborough-Fair (Mickey Scarborough & Raquel Fair) [FFW/SVW]
vs.
#RubyWay (Ruby Tyler & Kevin Hardaway) [HKW Underground]
vs.
Hell is Waiting (Aurora & Masaru Inoue) [PW]

If we want talk madness from the get-go, boy do these three teams already go for it from the very beginning due to the very nature of the match meaning no disqualifications or count-outs of any type. Scarborough Fair immediately slides outside of the ring, promptly searching under the apron as #RubyWay and Hell is Waiting opt to just start brawling, Masaru and Hardaway trading shots as if hockey players in a brawl while Aurora and Ruby wage a similar war with their forearms - with Aurora putting some extra sizzle in her strikes tonight, given that twenty-hours ago, she lost a good chunk of her hair in Mexico. The crowd erupts as they suddenly see Mickey and Raquel pull out ladders from under the ring and display them to the entirety of the Walter Pyramid...which unfortunately makes them an easy target as both Ruby and Masaru rush towards the opposite ends of the ring and jump through the middle and top rope openings, landing onto the ladder and the respective Scarborough-Fair member with a dropkick that sends the ladder fiends down onto the floor below. We are literally all over the place from there in terms of these three teams brawling, as highlights from the following minutes include Kevin Hardaway digging out a garbage can full of weapons in which he never gets to use as Aurora and Mazzy nail him with a vicious combination of a scissors kick and snapping underarm STO, Scarborough-Fair neutralizing the "Hell is Waiting" tandem with diving tope con giros and then Ruby Tyler further escalating it all throughout the previous actions by taking one of the ladders, leaning it against the ropes and then running to the opposite side of the ring, onto the ladder and then diving onto all respective parties that are brawling on the outside.

As Ruby established control after her daredevil antics, she sent Raquel Fair back into the ring and tried for the first pinfall of this match, getting a two count for her troubles. She quickly motions for Hardaway to get in there and the Hard Knox Wrestling Tornado Tag Team champions go to work, as Ruby nails Raquel with a back elbow, Hardaway follows suit with a backfist and the two of them promptly connect with a pair of enziguris to the sides of Fair's head...and yet, the one-half of Scarborough Fair doesn't fall, she simply stumbles backwards, blinking a few times as she looks at the #RubyWay tandem, motioning with her hands and saying something that appears to be: "You're pretty good..." before falling face first onto the mat. But as both Hardaway and Ruby turn around, they are met by the feet of one Mickey Scarborough who connects with a front dropkick onto the tandem - the impact enough to send Ruby through the ropes and onto the outside while Hardaway simply stumbles backwards, bouncing off of the ropes and then immediately being blindsided and then caught with a running DDT from Aurora. Mickey Scarborough's eyes light up as she sees Aurora sizing her up, as she excitedly begins to approach, telling Aurora that she...wants to be DDT'ed? Aurora's eyebrow raises almost immediately, but Scarborough is insistent, practically begging her to do it as the two actually trade forearms and the words "DDT me, mommy," being blatantly caught on one close-up shot with Aurora's expression suddenly shifts again as she dodges a blow from Mickey and catches with her an atomic drop...basically handing her off to her tag partner in Masaru Inoue who then proceeds to BITE MICKEY RIGHT ONTO THE SHOULDER!! The crowd winces at the scene, as Scarborough is screaming while the referee - without much of a choice - is asking if Mickey wants to give it up. That's the point where Raquel comes back into the fold, catching Masaru with a sharp elbow across the head to cause him to break off the bite as Mickey clutches onto her shoulder, as Raquel mounts Masaru and begins to rain down blows on him...only for Inoue to immediately to block, locking onto a guard and his head reaching upward, as he BITES RAQUEL ON THE NECK! ...The reaction, however, isn't as expected...as Raquel Fair...ends up moaning after the initial shock scream?

...Needless to say, Aurora is right there to immediately drag Fair off of her partner and connect with a flowing snap DDT that nearly eliminates Scarborough Fair if not for Mickey Scarborough diving onto the cover to break it all off. But as Aurora and Mickey stand up to arguably continue the same set of affairs from before, the crowd roars as they see Kevin Hardaway having the ladder his tag partner used earlier in the match around his head as he swings it to the right and takes the both of them out. Within moments, Inoue is back up to his feet and Mazzy ends up eating a serving of ladder as well as Hardaway begins to spin around with the ladder around his head practically taking anything out that tries to move, including Scarborough who tried to put a stop to it by screaming "LADDERS ARE OUR THIN-" prior to eating her second helping of steel. Kevin Hardaway nearly ends up taking his own partner out in Ruby Tyler, who drops the garbage can that Hardaway tried to retrieve earlier onto the mat and manages to avoid a spinning ladder to her face by ducking under said spin cycle twice while screaming at her tag partner to stop trying to accidentally kill her in these sorts of matches. Hardaway does slow up on his spins, but he's clearly a little bit dazed as he awkwardly takes the ladder off of him and sets it near the corner as the #RubyWay tandem looks around at their created carnage. They see Aurora beginning to get back to one knee and the two of them return their focus to the garbage can in question, dumping out its contents including a stop sign, kendo sticks, some item inside of a duffel bag and a smaller bag that the two glance at and Hardaway immediately tosses out of the ring, muttering something about not needing to have more holes put in him again.

As she is up to her feet, Aurora promptly gets made into a kendo stick sandwich as both members of #RubyWay swing for the fences against her chest and back once. But as they try it again, Aurora ducks underneath it this time and lets the kendo sticks collide, the impact forcing both Ruby and Kevin to drop the weapons almost immediately after. It's right there and then that Masaru Inoue explodes into the scene once more, a thunderous tiger suplex to Ruby Tyler that sends her to the outside on sheer power of impact alone and then ducking under a short-arm lariat attempt from Hardaway to hook him up and connect with the Dead End (Cross-legged Fisherman Brainbuster). But rather than hooking the leg for the pinfall count, Inoue pulls Hardaway up and Aurora promptly gets him locked up into the EVP (modified Gogoplata choke) as Mazzy adds an extra kick to the hold by biting the third person he's seen today in Hardaway and the pain appears to double from there, Hardaway's eyes widening as he weakly tries to fight his way to the ropes but is seemingly stuck in it all, his arm about to move to the mat and t-

AND SUDDENLY, A CHAIR IS FLUNG THROUGH THE ROPES FROM THE OUTSIDE IN SPINNING FASHION AND HITS AURORA SMACK IN THE HEAD, BREAKING THE SUBMISSION!

The crowd can't quite believe what they've seen as a panting Ruby Tyler is seen leaning against the guardrail, eyes narrowed and full of fire as she mutters a word of thanks to the fan who let her borrow the steel chair she just used before she hops onto the apron at the same time as both members of Scarborough Fair make their way back into the ring - the announcers screaming out they had both dug out and brought ladders of their own into the fold inside of the ring. Inoue's focus is on Ruby on the apron, as he tries to strike at her but Tyler ducks under and catches him with an enziguri. As Inoue stumbles back, Raquel Fair comes flying off the ropes with her patented springboard forearm, "The Fairest of All," if you will...all while Mickey Scarborough sets the two ladders they brought in on top of one another. The bite marks on their bodies being clearly visible, both members of Scarborough Fair look around the crowd as Ruby Tyler tries to get in and take them both on as they duck a double clothesline attempt from Ruby, with Mickey immediately going for a superkick...only to feint it as Ruby blocked up high, catching her low with a superkick to the knee to floor her to the mat. Raquel quickly points out someone in the crowd, the two girls taking off to the outside and running at the direction of an older gentleman to which the announcers point out as being famous wrestling journalist and infamous match-rating machine Dave Scriven, both girls smiling and greeting him prior to saying "This one is for you, Uncle Dave!" before kissing him on each side of the cheek and returning to the ring as Masaru Inoue is returning to a vertical base while Aurora is seemingly regaining her consciousness after the flying chair knocked her out.

Raquel Fair grits her teeth, lifting Masaru up into a double chickenwing facebuster...and brings him close to the ladders they set up moments ago. The crowd stands up promptly as from behind, Mickey Scarborough springboards off the turnbuckle while screaming "FFIIIVVEEE SSTTAARRRSS!!" at the top of her lungs, dropping a leg across the back of Inoue's neck as Raquel slams Masaru down onto the ladders below to complete the facebuster. "COVER FOR ME," Raquel screams out as she turns Inoue onto his back amidst the entirety of the Walter Pyramid with "HOLY SHIT" chants emanated as Fair then covered Inoue while Mickey saw Aurora finally catch wind of what was going on...

ONE!!!!!

Aurora tries to elbow Mickey out of the way, but Mickey refuses to budge, holding onto Aurora...

TWOOOOOO!!!!!!!!

Aurora catches Scarborough with an elbow to the back and breaks free, diving across the ring towards the cover.

THREEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And Aurora is just a second too late on breaking up the fall, the bell ringing as the announcement is then made by Lenne Hardt on the outside!

Hell is Waiting has been eliminated!

There's almost a moment for a breather of some kind as the crowd applauds what they've just seen while Aurora recognizes the circumstances and sighs, opting to help her tag team partner out of the ring and to the back but the applause turns into murmurs and different sorts of anxious noises as Scarborough doesn't quite see the freight train known as Kevin Hardaway pulling her off the mat and driving her straight onto the mat with the Williams Driver (Tiger Driver) through the garbage can with all the weaponry! Raquel realizes this as she stands up, trying to catch Hardaway with a high kick but getting it caught, as Hardaway whips Raquel's leg the opposite way and right onto a Ruby Cutter (Somersault Ace Crusher) and yet, they don't go for the cover here. Instead, Hardaway motions for Tyler to take one of the corners and as the two of them back up, they watch carefully as Raquel Fair is groggy and attempting to stand up in the middle of the ring. Both Ruby and Kevin take off running, attempting to connect with their patented Bullseye double-team maneuver, but Raquel suddenly finds herself pushed out of harm's way by a diving Mickey, who eats the full brunt of the double knees to the skull. As Hardaway and Tyler realize this, out of desperation, Raquel Fair reaches out for the duffel bag left in the ring from earlier and swings it at Ruby's sternum, jams one of its ends onto Kevin Hardaway's solar plexus and that buys the sole awake member of Scarborough Fair enough time to open the duffel bag...and in it, there is a sight unlike any other in the world. One that makes Raquel Fair blink and scream out: "WHAT IS THIS SHIT, 2005?!"

...She pulls out a bowling pin with a frozen chicken duct taped onto the end of it.

It does not take her very long to swing it across Kevin Hardaway's back as he screams out in pain, his own eyes catching sight of the thing that just hit him and an audible mutter of "What. The. Fuck." escaping him as he crumbled down to the mat. Ruby Tyler is the next one on the receiving end of a shot of said bowling pin with the frozen chicken, the shot catching her in the sternum as Fair looked around, taking a moment to check on Mickey Scarborough who was clutching her back but not moving from the mat quite yet. Realizing this, Raquel Fair was quick to drop the weird weaponry found within the duffel bag and move to the apron, measuring for which one of her opponents was getting back to their feet first and as she spotted Hardaway doing so, she leaped onto the top rope and springboarded once more, looking for another forear- BUT SHE GETS CAUGHT BY #RUBYWAY AND IS NAILED WITH THE CRIMSON PEAK (Shatter Machine)!!!!!!!

Ruby Tyler promptly turns the unconscious Raquel Fair onto her back and covers her, hooking the leg as Hardaway stands around her, covering his tag partner as the crowd counts along the referee:

ONEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The bell rings, as Mickey Scarborough had just made it back to a vertical base at that point and her eyes widening with horror at the realization of the bell ringing, as she crumples down to the mat once again while Ruby stands up from the cover, hugging Kevin Hardaway almost immediately as the tandem seized a hard-fought victory with the crowd roaring in their approval for the spectacle they just saw. The ring crew was immediately on the scene as the referee raised #RubyWay's hands, offering help and ice packs for the members of Scarborough Fair and assisting the two women out of the ring and to the back, as Ruby and Kevin celebrated inside of the ring prior to Kevin Hardaway looking at the bowling pin with the frozen chicken...and picking it up, planning to take it along with him before Ruby smacked it out of his hands, shaking her head as the two leave the ring while Kevin makes the argument that this could be a useful weapon for the rest of the weekend while Ruby comments on the sanitation and concept of that entire thing even existing as they exit out of the ring and the clean-up begins at ringside for our next match...

WINNERS: #RubyWay (via pinfall)

[Strike]

After the clean-up from the previous match was completed, it didn't take long for "Can You Feel It" by Fat Boys to overwhelm the PA speakers and with it, the thunderous boos to accompany the strobing purple lights as "The Chief" Evan Envi emerges out of the curtains and simply shakes his head at the scenery in front of him, not making any qualms about screaming about how unacceptable and unfair it all is while making his entrance. He doesn't even let Lenne Hardt announce him, taking the microphone and shooing her off as he stands front and center in the ring, the boos coming in loud while he adjusts the FGA World Championship around his shoulder...a title that has an extra little plaque near the name with the word "UNDISPUTED" etched onto it.

Evan Envi: "Cut the music!"

The music is gradually cut and instead, Evan Envi is serenaded by the boos of the Walter Pyramid alongside a chant that gradually grows in power...

"NORCIE'S GONNA KILL YOU...NORCIE'S GONNA KILL YOU..."

Evan Envi: "This is an absolute travesty. You guys know that, right? This-- what you guys are asking me to do to Michael Norcia tonight goes against everything I stand for! It goes against every charity I represent! It g..."

The immediate "ASSHOLE" chants emanate from the Walter Pyramid and do their fair job of continuing even as Evan Envi speaks up once again.

Evan Envi: "The man is sick! What the heck is wrong with you people? He is UNWELL. This is the kind of stuff I'm talking about, y'know-- none of you take mental health seriously. That's why it's up to people like me, and Ricky Valero and Natalie McKinley... y'know... GOOD GUYS to set a higher standard; a better example. "

The boos grow particualrly louder at this point, when given Evan Envi's reputation for things like backstabbing, blatant cheating, Twitter nonsense...y'know, "good guy" stuff.

Evan Envi: "I have fought so hard to protect people like Mike Norcia from SAVAGES like you. You're bloodthirsty. You look at an unstable man like him and you salivate at the very thought of that last thread in his brain snapping right in front of you. That's entertainment to you."

The loud roar of the crowd causes Envi to shake his head, both in sheer disappointment and a lack of surprise.

Evan Envi: "And despite all my work for the cause, I'm being forced into a position where I'm a statistic. I'm being forced to become a part of this growing issue with CTE, by MAYBE being forced to bludgeon a man half to death before your very eyes."

Evan shrugs his shoulders at the boos from the crowd, screaming words off the microphone at a particular member in the front row that tells him Norcia's head is too thick for Evan to do anything before he regains his composure.

Evan Envi: "Look. It doesn't have to be this way. We can still make this right and both go home paid, Mike. You can still back out of this. You can still stop this match from becoming another dark moment in the history of our spor—!"

...But suddenly, Evan is cut off mid-sentence as a small guitar riff that begins to play over the PA system while the lights dim, a look of confusion befalling on his face and most of the viewing audience, the drums kicking in along with the heavier guitar riff shortly thereafter as dark orange and red lights flash along the rampway... the colors further muted as smoke all but pours out from behind the curtain, an familiar set of lyrics overheard from the PA system for anyone who remembers the 2000's:

"THIS IS YOUR TIME TO PAY!
THIS IS YOUR JUDGEMENT DAY!
WE MADE A SACRIFICE AND NOW WE GET TO TAKE YOUR LIFE..."

Envi blinks again, trying to figure out wh- and that's the bit where realization hits him, as he immediately fumbles with the microphone in his hands while trying to bring it back to speaking, the cameraman coming in close as he takes a step backwards, his eyes blinking as he keeps uttering the words "No..."

"WE SHOOT WITHOUT A GUN,
WE'LL TAKE ON ANYONE...
IT'S REALLY NOTHING NEW
IT'S JUST A THING WE LIKE TO DO..."

At first, the massive figure that steps out from behind the curtain is naught but a silhouette, broad-shouldered and solidly built-but as he slowly advances through the smoke and to the foreground, more of his identifying traits become visible. And as he becomes visible, Evan Envi's face seems to change into a color akin to white, as "The Hand of God" Michael Norcia steps out into the limelight.

"YOU BETTER GET READY TO DIE!
(GET READY TO DIE!)"

Evan Envi doesn't have a whole lot of time to think on his past actions or even what is to come in the present, as Michael Norcia methodically takes his time coming down towards the ringside area, letting the lyrics of Andrew W.K.'s "Get Ready to Die" send out the message for him as his approach is imminent, as Evan begins to argue with the referee, screaming and yelling at him about how could Chris Strike still let this match happen when given ALL of the circumstances in question, albeit his complaints practically are unheard as Lenne Hardt was given the microphone once more and she announced Michael Norcia in the same manner that PRIDE MMA legends like Big Nog, Cro Cop and such got goosebumps from and needless to say, Norcia soaks in every single bit of it as he enters the ring and has an ear-to-ear grin on his face as the music fades and the crowd roars in approval, one simple chant beginning to fill out the entirety of the Walter Pyramid as the bell finally rings and reality sets upon Evan Envi:

"NORCIE'S GONNA KILL YOU...NORCIE'S GONNA KILL YOU...NORCIE'S GONNA KILL YOU..."

Grudge Match
Michael Norcia [HKW Underground] vs. Evan Envi [FGA]

The chants practically fuel the long-time veteran in Norcia as he soaks in the atmosphere while Evan Envi is still at his corner, one hand holding on to the top rope portion as the announcers do go over the storied history that both of these men have with another going back to their days in Sin City Wrestling, detailing their grievances with one another, their 1-1 record and of course, the fact that Evan Envi did injure Michael Norcia and put him on the shelf for months during the course of 2016. That said, Envi shouted at the referee to do his job and tell Norcia to keep his distance, even though both men were still far across from each other. Taking in a few deep breaths, "The Chief" Evan Envi talked to himself, almost as if not trying to let emotions get the better of him and then, he took one good look at Michael Norcia as he leaned off the corner. Evan's look shifted, not so much fear but desperation setting in at this point as he yelled out at Norcia to "GET OUT OF MY LIFE" before charging in towards him...

...ONLY TO RECEIVE THE HAND OF GOD!!!!

The straight right hand from Norcia caught Evan right in the jaw and IMMEDIATELY floored him. The crowd erupted off their seats at the impact, watching as Michael Norcia stared down coldly at the man on the canvas below prior to lowering down his body and covering him for the pinfall, the crowd at the Walter Pyramid counting this one down with gusto:

ONEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

T- ...But what none of them expected, yet perhaps should have, was Michael Norcia raising Evan Envi's head and shoulders off of the mat, all as he took one good look at a now dazed and rather confused Envi with the murderous grin on his face growing as he told him, plain and simply: "I haven't even scratched the surface with what I've got in mind for you!"

Dragging him to the nearest corner, Norcia takes a moment to measure the still half-unconscious man in front of him, holding him up with one hand as he begins to hit him with a series of knee strikes to the sternum, each knee deliberately paced and aiming to do maximum damage and it's with a gasp after a particular knee hits Envi right in the stomach that seems to awake him from his initial encounter with unconsciousness. Noticing how close Norcia is at this point, desperately, Evan reaches out with both hands and immediately rakes the eyes of the taller behemoth in front of him and creating some distance, enough for him to roll under the bottom rope and escape to the outside. He takes in a few deep breaths, his eyes blinking as he tries to regain his senses and he just so happens to notice a trickle of blood from his mouth and with it, the realization that he'd been sent into unconsciousness by the man in front of him.

Another look at Michael Norcia inside of the ring and Evan Envi immediately begins to bolt out of the ringside area, aiming for nothing more than the pastures beyond the curtain and whatever other circumstances awaited but Norcia cuts him off on the way out by reaching out and grabbing him by the hair from in between the ropes. Michael begins to pull Envi towards the ring again but "The Chief" promptly does counter by getting his own arms around Norcia's neck and forcing him downward onto the middle rope, forcing Norcia to let go of him in the process. Evan's mind immediately shifts into something else, noticing the sudden vulnerability as he gets up on the apron and from there, he begins to stomp away at Norcia's neck and the back of his head, causing the referee to come in and immediately begin to count given that Michael is at the ropes. Evan Envi tells the referee to take a hike, continuing the stomps until a near five count where he finally relents before getting down from the apron and dragging the big man slowly out of the ring and onto the floor below, where Evan quickly grabs on to Norcia and runs him back-first into the nearest guardrail. The next minute is basically spent with Envi using the guardrail, apron and even the steel steps to drive the back of Norcia onto it and accumulate some semblance of damage, but going to the well one too many times nearly cost him as Norcia reversed one of those guardrail whip attempts into one of his own, with Envi tasting the steel chest-first. Blinking and realizing in how much trouble he could be, Envi began scrambling away on his hands and knees as Norcia gradually advanced towards him and eventually got to his feet to run for dear life as Michael Norcia himself put on as much speed as he could muster but lagging a step behind. Envi slid back into the ring and ran onto the ropes, so as Norcia entered the ring and stood up, the big man was caught by Envi with a low dropkick to the left knee which brought Norcia onto the mat face-first.

Evan Envi found his red herring, arguably, as he keeps Michael Norcia grounded with his speed on striking at the left leg with low kicks and immediately jumping back from Norcia's punching range combined with impact of certain moves over the following minutes like dragon screws, chop blocks and of course, using the ropes for some cheating variations of leg lock submissions do cause "The Chief" to keep his run-and-gun game strong, a Shining Axe Kick onto a kneeling Norcia landing him a two and a half count. Evan Envi even manages to lock in a Stretch Muffler that forces Norcia to waste a bit of energy in order to get himself to the ropes and break it off, but things do take a turn for Envi as he finds himself climbing up the turnbuckles and diving off at Norcia, looking for The Classics (Diving moonsault), only to get nothing but mat as Michael Norcia almost telegraphed it to an extent and rolled out of harm's way.

Even with a damaged leg, Norcia refuses to stay put and after pulling himself up, he's quick to return on the attack as he catches Evan with a combination of left hand blows that stun the younger wrestler before pulling him promptly into a Uranage to which he follows suit by grabbing Evan Envi by the legs and after a moment of careful positioning, he slingshots "The Chief" face first onto the turnbuckles. Evan stumbles backwards, allowing Michael Norcia to catch him in a sleeper hold which is then quickly transitioned into a sleeper suplex and the impact doesn't go unnoticed as Evan does land smackdab on his head in the process to the awe of the crowd. Norcia simply sits up, turning Envi over and beginning to mount him, his left hand beginning to rain down blows one by one in the process with Evan using one hand to cover up while the other reaches for the bottom rope and grabs onto it...and yet, Evan Envi is still being continuously punched in the face by Michael Norcia as the referee finally steps in from just warning him to stop it to actually counting. At the count of "4," Norcia's fists retreat and he stands up, grasping onto the shirt of the referee while whispering something that probably would make a normal man shit their pants in fear before shoving him a little too forcefully, as the referee stumbles backwards and his vision is, for a moment, nowhere near the in-ring action.

So, of course Evan Envi takes the low road and swings his left leg right in between Michael Norcia's legs.

The crowd at the Walter Pyramid boos Evan Envi to all high hell, an "ASSHOLE" chant beginning once more as he stands up to his feet on both a jolt of adrenaline and seeing a window of opportunity, as he catches Norcia with not one but TWO KAPOWSKI~! Kicks (quick spinning heel kick), albeit Norcia's own thick skull and tall frame does not allow Evan to drive him down fully with the either set of kicks. But he gets enough of it to quickly ascend to the top turnbuckle in the aftermath and this time, he connects with The Classics (Diving moonsault), where he screams at the referee after the high impact to do his job as he frantically covers Norcia...

ONEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THR- Norcia gets the shoulder up!

Evan is laser focused on the referee, clapping his hands three times and holding up three fingers, while the referee holds two. Frustrated, Evan begins to stomp away at the left leg of Norcia for good measure, screaming at him to just "STAY DOWN." After a few more stomps, Evan backs off slightly-wiping at his nose and staring down Norcia as he gets to his knees. Once he does? He's met with a slap to the face, which jolts Norcia's head to the side...only for it to snap back with a glare. Evan slaps him again, screaming at him to "STAY DOWN YOU OLD GOOBER," but once again? Norcia merely glares at him. Frowning, Evan seems taken aback...before outright knife-edge chopping Norcia across the face, forcing him to stagger back before measuring  a slowly standing Norcia before he throws himself into the ropes. Rebounding with a head of steam, he launches himself through the air with another Kapowski Kick attempt, only to be snatched out of the air by Norcia, who cradles him like a baby. Audible cries of "Hey, no! No, wait! I take it back! DON'T DO THIS AGAI-" are heard as Norcia shifts his grip around a struggling Envi, before he rocks him one way...and violently snaps the other, driving Evan onto the crown of his head with a wicked Sidewinder suplex! The impact is cringeworthy but "The Hand of God" isn't quite stopping himself there.

Norcia deadlifts Envi off the mat and from there, he sends "The Chief" straight "To The Gallows" (Crucifix Powerbomb lift, dropped into an inverted ace crusher) and drops into the cover for good measure, draping a forearm around Envi's face but not hooking the legs...which is perhaps on purpose, given that Envi drapes his foot on the bottom rope to break the three count and Michael's blood chilling smirk returns. There are no words out of the man in possession of "The Hand of God," as he finds himself bringing Evan back to his feet and bringing him into a wrist-clutch position. As Norcia attempted an Exploder suplex off of that position, Evan somehow manages to slip out of his grasp, quickly hooking Norcia's arms and trying to bring him down for one of his patented finishers in The Blues (Scissored Snap Double-Arm DDT) but Norcia fights his way out of that predicament, only to then get a superkick from Evan right onto his left knee/ankle area, which buckles the bigger man. Looking around, Evan Envi runs his way to the ropes, jumping and springboarding off of the middle one, turning around in mid-air for a Kapows- HE TURNS STRAIGHT INTO A HAND OF GOD FROM MICHAEL NORCIA!!!!!

His right hand still making a fist, Michael Norcia glances at it for a moment as the crowd implores him to make the cover at this point but as Norcia glances down at Envi, who definitely now has a nice shiner that's going to turn black at a point sooner or later...it isn't enough for Norcia. Not given everything that Envi's put him through over the years. Giving his left leg a sharp slap, as if telling it to hold in place for what is to come alongside his adrenaline, Michael Norcia drags Evan Envi back to his feet and takes one good look at the dazed "Chief" before him...

Before proceeding to give Evan Envi his "God Send Death" (Snap Emerald Flowsion Kai), DRIVING Envi with absolute force onto the mat before finally making the cover:

ONEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This time around, it's Norcia's regular theme of "Bury Me in Smoke" by Down that plays over the PA as the announcement is made and he has his hand raised by the referee once he's back to a vertical base. Seemingly satisfied, Michael Norcia gradually makes his way out of the ring albeit he does see a cameraman getting in close enough to him and he figures that camera's what the world at large is seeing. The grin returns to his face, as he utters the words "One down...one to go," as Patrick Carson and Dre Hamilton explain over on the announcer's table that Norcia's referring to his next match in HKW's Underground brand against an Experts mainstay in Leander Apollo tomorrow night. Norcia, having made his message clear, proceeds to make his exit and soon enough, with the help of smelling salts and a booing crowd that sings him off, Evan Envi eventually is helped out to the back as well.

WINNER: Michael Norcia (via pinfall)

[Strike]

Main Event - One Last Time...
Caroline Dallins [FFW] vs. Eileen Amaro [HKW Underground]

The bell sounds once again after the two participants from the co-main event have taken their leave as the "Crazy PRIDE Lady" herself, Lenne Hardt takes center stage in the squared circle and the crowd stands to its feet, knowing the significance of this particular bell being rung.

Lenne Hardt: Laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaadiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeesssssssssssssss and gentlemen-ahhhh!!! This is yooour maaaaaaaain event-ahhh!!! It is scheduuuuuuled foooorrrrr ONE FALL!

The immediate crowd chanting "ONE FALL!" to follow suit isn't particular surprising here.

Lenne Hardt: Introooooduuuucing fiiiiirsttttt...

"You can sound the alarm, you can call out your guards!
You can fence in your yard, you can hold all the cards...
BUT I WON'T BACK DOWN...! OH NO I WON'T BACK DOWN!
OH NO!"

The lights in the arena flash after going out and the crowd cheers as while purple lights flash around the video wall. Emerging through a cloud of smog is Killer C, followed by Lyndon in a three piece suit and a cane. Caroline drops down in a crouched position and draws a circle on the ramp leading to the ring, a morose look on her face before she stands back up. As they head to the ring, Caroline claps a few hands with the crowd before rolling into the ring and sitting on the top turnbuckle while Lyndon jumps onto the apron.

Lenne Hardt: AAAAAAAAAAAccompaaaaaaaanied by Lynnnnnn-doooooon Dallinssssss-ah!!!! Froooooooooom Taaaaaaaampaaaaaaaa Baaaaaay, Flooooooooorida...by waaaay of Saaaaan Ferrrrrrrrnando, Trinidaaaaaaaad and Toooobaaaaaagoooooo... She weighs in at one hundred and fifty-five pounds... Thiiiiiiis isssssss.... KIIIIIIIILLEEEEEEEEER C... CAAAAAAROOOOLIIIIIINEEEEEEEEE...DAAAAALLIIIINSSSSSSSS!

Caroline drops down to the ring and spares a few final words with Lyndon before looking to the referee for the match to begin.

Patrick Carson: An absolute legend in this business, an undisputed Hall of Famer who has countless titles over the years and gone to war against some of the best in the planet...but for Caroline Dallins, for Killer C...there is ONE thing she has never done in her illustrious career. She has never beaten Eileen Amaro one-on-one...and this chance may very well be her last.

Dre Hamilton: Some people just can't be deciphered, Fish. These two were the closest thing to sisters long ago, they have been tag team champions, they have been rivals but over the last year and a half since Eileen Amaro nearly decapitated this woman with a Riptide clothesline and basically told FFW to 'fuck off,' well...Killer C has had unfinished business with her. Tonight, as both of these women have declared, they are doing this one last time!

The house lights dim inside of the arena as multiple red lights begin to swirl and flash around the arena while a 16-bit chiptune whistle echoing across the PA before the words to "The Stand (Man or Machine)" by The Protomen begins to play at its 1:23 mark while the LCD screen comes alive with the images of a young figure walking towards the screen in a blue hoodie, sweatpants and boxing gloves, walking slowly and forward with a purpose...

Tell me now. Is there a man among you here? Is there no one who will stand up and try to fight?
Tell me Man, is there not one in all your ranks? Is there not one who values courage over life?

As the words "EILEEN AMARO" appear on the screen amidst the ruins of a forgotten, dystopian city, Eileen Amaro walks out of the curtain and onto the entrance stage to a rather mixed reaction of boos and cheers from the nearly five thousand gathered, her eyes shifting and glancing over at the audience alongside the reaction she is receiving, before she takes in a deep breath and her right hand moves down, gradually removing the hoodie off of her head with a stone-faced expression on her face before she begins to make their way down the ramp.

Lenne Hardt: And her oooopponentttttt...frooom Chiiiiicagoooooooo, Illinoiiiiis by waaaaaay of Oceaaaaan City, Maaaarylaaaaaaand...weighing in at one hundred and thirty-six pounds...she is EILEEEEEEEEEEN...AMAAAAAAROOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

They looked to me once. Now they turn to you. Do you understand now?
Do you see that the truth is they don't want to change this?
They don't want a hero. They just want a martyr, a statue to raise!

Eileen takes in a deep breath, beginning to strafe left and right with short hops. She begins to shadow box with her wrapped fists before she begins to make her way across the ramp, as she practically ignores the very existence of those sitting close to the barricade even as they boo, throw the thumbs down or hurl curses at the duo, Amaro's focus remaining on the squared circle and nothing else as she hops onto the apron and enters the squared circle while "The Stand (Man or Machine)" reaches its chorus:

They looked to me once. Now they turn to you. Do you understand now?
Do you see that the truth is they don't want to change this?
They don't want a hero. They just want a martyr, a statue to raise!

Eileen Amaro takes center stage, the lights beginning to swirl around the entire arena rapidly again as the reaction growing louder while the red spotlight embraces her once again - a defiant stare in her features even as the hatred pours down onto her. She then extends her arms out to soak in the entirety of their expression upon her, inhaling and exhaling slowly while receiving it all in the way that the self-proclaimed personification of professional wrestling itself should do.

I've given everything I can...
There are no Heroes left in Man...SO IT BEGINS!

From that point, Eileen Amaro makes her way to the nearest neutral corner, rolling her neck from side to side before returning to bouncing up and down to keep herself in rhythm, throwing a few more shadow punches in for good measure; getting loose and limber for the fight that was ahead of her...but her eyes never leaving Caroline Dallins for a second.

Dre Hamilton: Eileen Amaro might not be the most liked person in here, but you can see something else within her eyes here tonight. Not to mention, she didn't even bring her self-made championship with her either.

Patrick Carson: To "The Last Scion of Professional Wrestling," this one isn't about the recently-christened HKW Scion Championship, she's going at this barebones against a woman who is arguably her greatest rival and closest friend over many, many years...and most importantly, securing one final win under her belt in this rivalry.

The two women don't waste a single second coming out of their corners once Lenne Hardt exits out of the ring and it's a familiar face to the few who know their PAROUSIA Wrestling lore, as referee Eli Carr is the one in charge of the action. The bell finally rings and the entirety of the Walter Pyramid comes unglued for this one, the graphics appearing on the screens at home as well as on the large Tron for the Walter Pyramid that this main event is a sixty-minute time limit match.

Both wrestlers circle each other, a little hesitant at first it seems, each analyzing the other. Finally, the two step forward and lock up, collar-to-elbow tie up. Neither gets an advantage at first...but slowly, "Killer C" pushes Eileen back into the corner.  The ref calls for the break and both wrestlers lift their arms in the air...but C shoves the referee out of the way and delivers a knife edge chop into Eileen's chest.  And then another, and another and another. Each one echoes throughout the arena before Caroline shouts in Eileen's face and smashes her with a right hook right into the cheek. Eileen's response is nothing short of an enigmatic smirk, as she returns the favor with a right hook of her own from the corner before bringing her body over the ropes, forcing the referee Eli Carr to step in between the two and actually enforce the ruling to let Eileen get out of the ropes and that he wasn't letting this one get out of control. Lyn Dallins pounded the mat, telling his cousin to cool her jets and take a breath.

It isn't too long after that the two return for another lock-up attempt, with Caroline once again getting the edge over Eileen as she moves her to the ropes albeit this time, the break is much cleaner as she promptly raises her hands up once the referee tells her to do so...those hands promptly smack Amaro with a Mongolian chop for her troubles in the aftermath, the smirk widening on her face as distance gets created between them and on that cue, Eileen Amaro steps forward, striking Caroline with an open-handed slap to the face to the shock (and eventual boos) of the crowd as she immediately backs off to the ropes while Caroline tries to reach out and grab her, the referee having to step in yet again to break the two up.

Patrick Carson: Dallins starting off the stronger of the two, so far, but you wouldn't think that given the looks on both of their faces.

Dre Hamilton: Amaro's playing the psychological game here and considering these two were the equivalent of sisters-from-another-mister once...she probably knows the exact buttons to push.

"Killer C" shakes her head, screaming at Eileen to come over and fight her already. Eileen returned to the center of the ring and readied herself, seemingly ready for go for another collar-to-elbow tie-up but when Killer C attempted to advance with something closer to a double leg takedown, Amaro stepped back and her left knee met Caroline's skull on the way down, the blow instantly knocking Dallins down to the mat and a collective gasp emerging from the Walter Pyramid as C hit the mat HARD in the process. Amaro didn't hesitate to capitalize, turning her former best friend onto her back and beginning to rain down forearms onto her head and with it, gradually opening up a cut on her forehead to which blood began to spew out. A sharp elbow from Amaro opened up the cut further prior to "The Last Scion of Professional Wrestling" bringing "Killer C" back up to her feet and leaning her against the ropes. A sharp one-two combination finds its mark onto Dallins' face, as Lyn Dallins pounds the mat from the outside while screaming at Caroline to wake up at this point and put her hands up. Perhaps on instinct, that's how "Killer C" gets her arms up to defend herself from a kesagiri chop attempt but Eileen catches her exposed sternum with an uppercut and then drags Caroline out of the ropes, irish whipping her into the nearest turnbuckle before following suit on the attack with a running knee to the skull.

Instead of leaving the turnbuckle, Eileen simply climbs it fully, her hand grabbing a chunk of Caroline's hair as she then screams the words "END OF THE LINE!" The boos rain heavily as Amaro begins to fire up fists into Caroline's head, as no count comes from the crowd, just the louder boos as "The Last Scion of Professional Wrestling" fires up each shot, blatantly going for a more traditional variation of Dallins' own "Murder of Crows" strikes...ten of those shots landing in total before Eileen jumps down, watching Caroline stumble out of the corner into her opponent's arms and Eileen picks her up before delivering a rotating Suplex Neckbreaker. Eileen turns around and promptly turns Caroline on her side immediately before driving her knee into the woman's back and bow and arrowing her entire body. Caroline screams in pain, the blood really starting to pour down after her cut was opened up further by Eileen's punches but as the referee asks her if she wants to call it a day, she refuses to quit and tells the referee to back off.

Patrick Carson: And now it's Amaro on the driver's seat after that huge counter with the knee from the double leg takedown and good lord, the blood is starting to pour out of Dallins' face.

Dre Hamilton: Amaro's boxing foundations really allowing her to find that sweet spot, target it and now along with having her opponent bleeding, she's trying to add another avenue of pain by working Dallins' back...it's smart, even if a submission win is a little too early at this point for both women.

Eventually, Amaro breaks the hold, realizing it's just too early for a submission, but she places a few nasty kicks into Caroline's back for good measure. Eileen then grabs Dallins' hair and lifts her back to her feet. Eileen transitions into an irish whip where she goes for a roundhouse kick on the rebound...but "Killer C" baseball slides under it and jumps back to her feet in time to catch Amaro in a German suplex that gets some elevation prior to impact. Caroline does keep her grip on the waist, rolling back to a standing position and then dishing out another German suplex in return. The crowd counts "TWO" as they seem ready to go along on this locomotive of German suplexes incoming as Caroline keeps her grasp on Eileen and eventually rolls back to a standing position with Amaro in tow. But as Dallins goes for a third German, Eileen throws a pair of back elbows to try and break the hold and as she goes for a third elbow, "Killer C' simply changes her grasp from the waist to under the arms of Eileen Amaro as she then connects with a beautiful dragon suplex from that position, keeping the bridge as referee Eli Carr slides down onto the mat to make the first pinfall attempt count of this main event:

ONE!

TWO!

T- Eileen's shoulders pop up promptly in the aftermath of that one before the crowd can even try to count a "three."

Dre Hamilton: Again, maybe a little early for the pinfall but Dallins using her suplexes there and using them well to throw in some damage of her own...but with all that blood starting to come down off her head, I gotta wonder about how much extra energy she's spending on this.

Patrick Carson: And don't forget, she's got Artemis Kaiser at FFW's Unstoppable show tomorrow to deal with...we know "Killer C" has wanted this match for a long time but you have got to think that with the timing, that she wants to finish this as fast as possible.

Both wrestlers push themselves to a vertical base again, this time with Eileen getting up first while Caroline took an extra moment to examine her own bloodied head and wipe some of it off on her wrist, cursing the fact that it's still coming down and obscuring some of her vision. Eileen grabs Caroline by the head and locks her in front facelock before hooking her leg.  She goes for a fisherman's suplex...but Caroline counters and wriggles out, landing on her feet behind Amaro.  C picks Eileen up and goes for a spin out powerbomb...but Amaro counters into a falling snapmare, flipping Caroline over her and towards the turnbuckle nearby.  Both wrestlers get to their feet, a sneer present on Amaro's face as Caroline immediately runs at Eileen, going for a clothesline, but Amaro ducks underneath it and runs at the turnbuckle, springboarding off of it into a crossbody splash...but Caroline rolls over and counters into a pin of her own!  The ref gets down to count:

ONE!

TWO!

T- Eileen kicks out with a semblance of authority, both women popping up and Eileen Amaro promptly launching herself off for a superkick point-blank onto Caroline Dallins' jaw...but "Killer C" catches the leg inches before hitting her chin. Amaro blinks, as Killer C shakes her head. "This isn't six years ago, bitch," she screamed out before yanking Eileen Amaro forward, holding on to the leg and leveling her with a Capture suplex as the crowd applauds this particular exchange.

Patrick Carson: These two are clearly evenly matched and it's almost like one know what the other is thinking before they do it! In fact, this is almost the same exchange they had six years ago in their last singles match at, ironically enough, FFW's Unstoppable event...just with a different ending to that superkick!

Dre Hamilton: For those not aware, Eileen Amaro and Caroline Dallins trained together for years under the tutelage of "The Tsunami" Jeff Fury...and even a decade later, this shit shows and it shows CLEARLY! Although since that time, Dallins has CLEARLY worked on those suplexes because...damn, girl.

Dallins looks down upon the prone Eileen Amaro and decides to stick to the offense, and he begins to lay into Eileen with boots to the crown of her head. After about three boots, Caroline lays off of her, and she looks out to the fans and over to Lyn Dallins, who nods and advises his cousin to "stay on Eileen, make your shots count." The crowd soundly seems to approve as Dallins lays out a few more stomps onto Amaro for good measure. "Killer C" then proceeds to force the "Last Scion of Professional Wrestling" back to her feet, grabbing her by the head and shoulders. Dallins clubs her on the back with her right forearm two times before grabbing Eileen around the waist in the gut wrench position and then suplexes Eileen to the mat again, much to the crowd's delight.

Caroline then grabs Amaro by the legs and drags her out to the center of the ring before she tries applying what looks to be like the cloverleaf...only for Eileen to lean forward and catch her head with a fist. Dallins stumbles back and Amaro works her way back to a standing base. Amaro charges at her, trying to keep the advantage, but Killer C nails picture perfect arm drag before trying to turn it into an armbar to which Eileen rolls backwards before "Killer C" can get anything locked onto her, opting to shoot for a double leg takedown and getting it, immediately bridging it into a jackknife cover for a pin attempt:

ONE!!!

TWOOOOO!!!

Caroline kicks out promptly after hearing the ref's hand slap the mat the second time...but then she's promptly turned over and put into a powerbomb position by Amaro, who lifts her up...and then quickly runs backwards, tossing Caroline out behind her as "Killer C" hits the top turnbuckle head-first and hits it HARD! As she stumbles backwards, the camera getting a good shot of the crimson mask her face was slowly becoming, Amaro quickly turns her around for a facebreaker knee smash, promptly followed up by a pair of kesagiri chops, lifting her up on the aftermath for a flapjack kneebuster and as C is down on the mat in a kneeling position, Eileen takes off for the ropes and comes back with a Shining Kenka Kick to finish out her combination in full as the crowd gasps at the impact of the last kick.

Patrick Carson: And on this day, Hope Rides Alone...that series of combination moves by Eileen Amaro now have her right back on the driver's seat!

Dre Hamilton: That kick was a particular brand of nasty, oof! I love it though. This is the type of fighting these people came here to see, especially if this is going to be the last time they ever square off!

Eileen doesn't go for the cover though, instead grabbing Caroline by the legs and flipping her over into a single leg crab submission. Caroline suddenly comes to life as pain shoots through her back and left leg.  Eileen sits down on the hold and Caroline is clawing, literally, at the ring mat, desperately trying to escape but not quite figuring out how.  She shouts loud enough that we can hear her say "GO. FUCK. YOURSELF!" to the ref when he asks her if she wants to quit, but she refuses to let herself die off in this match even as the blood in now finding its way beyond her chin and slowly dripping onto the mat.  Eileen still seems determined, pulling back hard on the leg but gradually, Caroline twists her body well enough that she can JUST reach out and grab the bottom rope with her left hand.  The ref tells Eileen to break the hold, and she holds on to a four count...before forcefully dragging Dallins off the ropes herself and standing up on the hold, using her right foot to stomp at Caroline's head...and then another one...and she continues to stomp, the crowd gasping at the sudden brutality that this took a turn to as the surprising bit in the aftermath is Amaro letting go of the single leg crab and instead, opting to bring Caroline Dallins back to a standing base with her hands.

Keeping Caroline standing, Eileen takes one good look into her eyes, all before smacking her across the face in the most deliberately brutal way she can muster.

"Not good enough," Eileen yells out, smacking her across the face again. "NOT. GOOD. ENOUGH." Amaro smacks her a second time, pulling Caroline even closer after the impact initially sends "Killer C" nearly off her feet. "I NEED YOU TO BE BETTER THAN THIS," Amaro roars out, putting Caroline in a wrist-lock and then turning her around, looking for a lariat and her patented "Riptide" finishing maneuver...only for Dallins to respond by meeting her with a headbutt across the skull, the loud THUD echoing from across the entirety of the Walter Pyramid as the gasp soon follows while Eileen crumbles to the mat and the visual of the blood pouring out from Caroline Dallins' skull is even more visible as Lyn Dallins hits the mat furiously at this point on the outside, his expression showing immediate concern while the expression on "Killer C" is utterly blank while he's yelling at her to go for a cover here.

Patrick Carson: HOLY SHIT THAT HEADBUTT!!!! AND NOW BOTH WOMEN ARE BUSTED WIDE OPEN!

Dre Hamilton: ...I am both horrified and aroused right now, Fish. Horroused, if you will.

The cameraman did get a shot of the kneeling Eileen Amaro now, the frame enough to capture the bit of blood coming out of her head after that nasty impact while Caroline just continues to stare down at her former best friend, almost as if processing everything that was just said before she finally reaches down and grabs a good grip of Amaro's hair, lifting her head up...and then firing a kick right onto her skull.

Then, a second kick. A third. Then repeated kicks in rapid speed, all while screaming the words "NOT GOOD ENOUGH, HUH?!" at Amaro before keeping her on her knees and running the ropes, landing with a penalty kick flush onto Eileen Amaro's chest. Panting, Caroline was seething as she slowly brought Eileen Amaro back to a vertical base again, closed fist punches finding their mark as each one forced Eileen to stumble back until she hit one of the turnbuckles. Taking in a deep breath, Caroline Dallins wrapped Eileen Amaro through the first and third ring ropes, making her face the crowd with their back to her. C screams, "ACTUAL END OF THE LINE, BITCH!" She chin locks them from behind then drives her forearm into their temple ten times while counting down with the crowd: "TEN! NINE! EIGHT! SEVEN! SIX! FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE!" and as the true "Murder of Crows" connected, "Killer C" didn't hesitate to let go and watch as Amaro stumbled to the mat below.

Within moments, Dallins was back on the attack as she hooked her arms around Eileen while on the mat and showed monstrous levels of strength by lifting her off the mat with a Karelin lift and kept her arms hooked around her in the aftermath. Placing Eileen in a seated position, C runs towards the ropes behind them and bounces back, coming down on them with an European uppercut to the back of the head, and then another. She quickly gets Amaro and her left arm in a front facelock before she rolls with them around the ring, back and forth while keeping the hold applied in a rolling front chancery. Dallins then goes back onto her feet and drags Eileen along with her, hooks Amaro's left leg and then spinning her foe around one more time for a Spinning Fisherman's Buster. The crowd applauds this sequence accordingly as both women are now down on the mat.

Patrick Carson: And now, it's Killer C that capitalizes on the chance with the "Lightning Strike" combination and that spinning fisherman's buster is as good of a tribute to the man making this show happen as any.

Dre Hamilton: The long-time friendship and tag team partnership of her cousin Lyn at ringside and Chris Strike had an impact on Caroline Dallins as she grew into her years as a pro. I daresay she's taken the best parts of these men's arsenals and arguably made it BETTER. But she needs to get on trying to cover Amaro here, especially after the onslaught she just gave the woman...

Dallins does take a few moments to move around in the mat, however, the blood loss finally catching up with her and her stamina as she pants, rolling herself around the mat in order to get to Eileen Amaro and bring herself on top of her, weakly reaching out and grabbing as much of Eileen's right leg as she can while the cover is made:

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THR- However, Eileen Amaro gets the shoulder up in the nick of time and this match continues on...

Gradually, Dallins pulls herself up to her feet and glanced at referee Eli Carr, who did hold up two fingers. Acknowledging the count, she notices that Amaro is stirring up herself. Watching carefully as Eileen begins to use the ropes to return to that vertical base, Dallins moved around her opponent, waiting for her to sit up before she struck, dropping down and wrapping her legs around her head into the "News At 11" figure four necklock. She managed to get the hold hooked in before her opponent reacted but as soon as Amaro released she began to club away at the left knee that she was working over earlier, driving her hand into it time and time again before she rolled to one side, pushing upwards with both her hands before she fell forward, driving the knee cap into the mat. Dallins let out a small scream but didn't release the hold. Amaro pushed upwards once more only to drive down again, slamming the kneecap into the mat twice and causing Dallins to release and roll away this time. Eileen fell to the canvas, breathing deeply as she tried to recover and Caroline started to push herself up to her feet, giving the signal to the crowd as she stalked around Eileen, waiting till she got to her knees before she pulled her into a standing headscissors. Dallins went to lift her upwards looking to put the match away with the "Reasonable Doubt" (Barry White Driver) only for Eileen to block the move and drop to her knees once more.

Patrick Carson: Caroline looking for Reasonable Doubt and Eileen showing some fight in her after getting out of the News at 11 before it could do any real damage!

Dre Hamilton: These bitches are crazy AND they know each other like the back of their hands? ...Shit, we might be here a while. I'm all for it if the violence keeps escalating though.

Caroline delivered three ax handle strikes to Amaro's spine before she adjusted her position and attempted to lift her up once more and getting Eileen up in the air this time around. However, "The Last Scion of Professional Wrestling" manages to wriggle and slip her way out of the hold, landing behind Caroline Dallins and within a moment, to the crowd's shock, she manages to hook "Killer C" onto a full nelson before leaping forward, connecting with a full-nelson bulldog that draws a gasp from the sold-out crowd at the Walter Pyramid, as most of them know the very history of the move.

Patrick Carson: WIPE-OUT!!! AMARO JUST HIT JEFF FURY'S OLD FINISHER ON KILLER C!!!!

Lyn Dallins can be seen AUDIBLY cursing the goddamned heavens and even Jeff Fury himself, the mat being pounded furiously as he screams at "Killer C" to wake up while desperately, Eileen Amaro turns Caroline Dallins onto her back and hooks both legs, covering her as referee Eli Carr and even the crowd come together to count this one:

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dre Hamilton: THAT'S HOW EILEEN BEAT CAROLINE SIX YEARS AGO, IS IT GOING TO HAPPEN AGAIN?!?!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Patrick Carson: THIS COULD BE I-

THRE- NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, CAROLINE DALLINS GETS THE SHOULDER UP WITHIN A MILLISECOND, THE CROWD ERUPTING!!!

Dre Hamilton: NOT YET IT ISN'T!!!

Amaro lays out on her back, panting as her left hand wipes away at her forehead and the dried up blood, as her own wound wasn't anywhere near as opened as Caroline Dallins...who, at this point, has left a rather sizeable stain on the emerald-green mat of her own blood as she is back to lying down face-first after the kickout. Now it's Eileen's turn to stand back to her feet first, reeling from the onslaught she suffered in the earlier portion of the match but gritting her teeth as she lifts Caroline by her head and lays into her gut with knees prior to placing her in a powerbomb position, lifting her up from it and grabbing onto her arms, extending them outward as if going for a Splash Mountain bomb...but instead, Amaro begins to spin around the mat, about three full rotations before she finally leaps forward and drives Dallins down with the Starlight Extinction (Sitout crucifix powerbomb) but as she pays another tribute - albeit in a more mocking fashion - to Chris Strike, she doesn't choose to keep holding on for the pinfall, letting Dallins just fall to the mat instead as Amaro opts to pick the closest turnbuckle to the fallen "Killer C"  and Eileen gradually ascends to the top rope until she's standing and looking around the entirety of the Walter Pyramid audience.

With a deep breath and her arms extended outward, she leaps off and comes down onto Caroline Dallins with the Stardust Revolution (Corkscrew moonsault), catching her in full and the crowd gasping accordingly at the impact as Eileen promptly hooks the leg and goes for the pinfall:

ONEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THRE- But yet again, Caroline Dallins throws her shoulder up and refuses to give this one up!!!

Patrick Carson: Caroline Dallins showing the resiliency that has made her a Hall of Famer in Femme Fatale Wrestling here and even after that sequence from Eileen Amaro, she's not ready to call it quits yet.

Dre Hamilton: We know how much this win matters for Caroline Dallins, a way to finally say that she managed to beat Eileen Amaro at least once...but again, Unstoppable is tomorrow night and she's got Artemis Kaiser on deck. The same Artemis who nearly MURDERED a man earlier tonight...and she's not going to be at 100% for that one as it is, but...

Patrick Carson: I get what you're saying Dre, but rightfully so, Caroline Dallins isn't worried about tomorrow night. Right now, she's trying to survive against someone who knows her better than anyone else.

It is at this point where Amaro chooses to stare wide-eyed at the referee, who holds up two fingers while Eileen simply shakes her head and pinches the bridge of her nose. She picked up Caroline again and this time around, her eyes darted over to Lyn as he was shouting out for C to create some distance between them, get herself back into it. Eileen muttered something under her breath that went unheard by the cameras as she grasped onto Caroline by the tights and sports bra...and in one powerful motion, she turned around and took a few steps, launching Caroline Dallins through the middle rope like a torpedo right onto Lyn Dallins, her skull colliding against his chest as the process took them both out as the boos began to rain down from the crowd.

Patrick Carson: Now that is just uncalled for, Dre! Lyn Dallins hasn't done any sort of interference, unlike three-quarters of all these fucking managers in pro wrestling.

Dre Hamilton: But it's smart by Eileen. He's been the voice of sanity for "Killer C" this entire match from the outside and less outside factors that there are here, the better for "The Last Scion" to capitalize on it.

Referee Eli Carr promptly makes his way to the outside to check in on the two of them, with Eli motioning for the ring crew of Sanctuary Wrestling Academy students to come over once he's done taking a quick look at Lyn Dallins - two of those students helping him to his feet and urging him to go to the back, even though Lyn is stubbornly telling the boy and girl helping in question that he'll be fine in a few minutes. As that happens, Caroline seems to nod at the referee that she is still conscious and with that, Eli Carr does give her warning that he'll start the count once he is inside of the ring...and yes, the referee follows through with that promise as he starts the twenty-count:

ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE!

Patrick Carson: The twenty-count has started and this does give Dallins some time to catch her breath, which makes me wonder why Amaro isn't immediately going after her, given her viciousness through this match.

SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE!

Dre Hamilton: Part of me thinks this was mainly about getting Lyn Dallins and his shouting plus mat hitting out of her path. There's still a degree of honor between these two, though, as neither one have blatantly broken any rules even with Eileen Amaro being despised by this particular crowd right now.

TEN! ELEVEN! TWELVE! THIRTEEN!

At this point, Caroline Dallins is stirring back and returning to an almost vertical base...but she stumbles backwards, hitting the guardrail.

FOURTEEN!

FIFTEEN!

SIXTEEN!

Gritting her teeth, Dallins holds onto the guardrail and seems to kick herself away from it and takes off on a brief run, sliding into the ring at the count of "SEVENTEEN!" to break the countout from happening...and then promptly grabbed by an Eileen Amaro who had nearly thirty seconds or so overall to catch her breath as she places C's head between her legs, hooks her arms and then drops her with a thunderous Tiger Driver onto the mat, as she holds on to it this time around and referee Eli Carr goes for the pinfall count:

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE- AND "KILLER C" SURVIVES, KICKING OUT JUST BEFORE THE HAND HITS THE MAT!!!

Patrick Carson: Another close fall for Amaro here, but the move she just used...

Dre Hamilton: Look, we've done our research here...and um, Fish, didn't Killer C's EX-HUSBAND used to do this move?

Patrick Carson: I...I believe he did, yes. Again, Eileen Amaro digging into the long-history and if anything? That move just made this a hell of a lot more personal!

Dre Hamilton: What degree will these two women go to in order to win this match?!

Exhaling, Eileen Amaro returned back to her feet and with that in mind, she brought Caroline Dallins alongside her...placing "Killer C" in a wrist-clutch and coming up behind her. "If this is all you've got... then I'm incredibly disappointed in you," Eileen is heard saying to her long-time best friend prior to pushing Caroline forward, pulling on the left wrist and connecting full-flush this time around with the Riptide (Rainmaker) lariat. As the crowd booed the finishing maneuver, Eileen Amaro simply dropped down to both knees and covered Caroline Dallins:

ON-

The entirety of the Walter Pyramid erupts at what just happened next.

Patrick Carson:  SHE KICKED OUT AT ONE!!!!!!! SHE KICKED OUT OF THE RIPTIDE AT ONE!!!!

It's not just how Caroline Dallins kicked out at one, but the very fact that she followed suit by kipping up to her feet with a look that indicated murder in her eyes with a bloodied red face only intensifying it all as Eileen Amaro's own eyes widened at what just happened. Dallins fires back with a few quick strikes and closed fists of her own as the two women stand up, keeping Amaro on the ropes prior to Eileen ducking a running Western lariat attempt from Dallins. Quickly, the "Last Scion of Professional Wrestling" comes up behind Dallins and attempts to bring her in for a second Riptide attempt but as the lariat hits...Caroline Dallins does not leave her feet, the lariat simply bouncing off of her chest area as if a bullet hitting Superman and crumbling. Instead, "Killer C" responds with an open slap across the chest of Eileen Amaro that sends her reeling back...before Dallins herself decides to get behind Amaro, placing her in a wrist-clutch and proceeding to give her former best friend her own version of the Riptide but with a MASSIVE FUCKING SLAP ACROSS THE HEAD THAT SENDS EILEEN AMARO BUCKLING TO HER KNEES!!!!!

Patrick Carson: THAT. JUST. ECHOED. THROUGHOUT THIS ENTIRE BUILDING!

The crowd at the Walter Pyramid is absolutely rabid at this point, the chants of "KILL HER C" echoing throughout the premise as Caroline Dallins looks upon Eileen Amaro and without hesitating, "Killer C" stands her up, pushing her against the ropes and on the rebound, hitting Amaro with a full-fledged Shotei to the face before turning her around, hooking her arms and connecting with the Trovão (Full Nelson Bomb)! The crowd jumps off of their seats as Caroline Dallins promptly makes the cover, counting alongside her:

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEE-

NO! NOT JUST YET...

Dre Hamilton: She got her foot on the ropes!!!

Patrick Carson: How...in the hell...

Caroline is tugging at her hair now, staring in complete shock at her friend and rival as she sees her left foot dangling on the bottom rope. All the self-doubts, all the moments she's come close to beating her former best friend and practically eternal rival seem to come flooding back in as she pounds the mat a couple of times in frustration, as there is no voice to calm her this time around. She shakes her head unbelieving as she stands back up, meanwhile she sees Eileen Amaro is crawling on the mat once again...somehow, someway, still fighting after all of this.

Taking a deep breath and wiping her forehead with her left hand, Caroline Dallins stares at her own blood and perhaps, her own mortality before taking in a deep breath and grabbing Eileen by the head, slapping her across it:

"YOU WANT TO WIN THIS SO FUCKING BADLY?! IS THAT IT, EILEEN?!"

Another slap to the head.

"DID NOTHING ELSE EVER MATTER TO YOU BETWEEN US?!"

Another answer to the head, as she now lifts Eileen Amaro up to her feet.

"YOU DON'T GET TO WIN, EILEEN!"

A third slap, this one sending Eileen reeling to the ropes but Caroline follows her there, grabbing her by the throat.

"NOT THIS TIME, BITCH! ...WE'RE DONE! ALL OF THIS SHIT! DONE!"

Caroline Dallins tries to scoop her up from the ropes, but Eileen Amaro suddenly comes to life and wriggles out before sliding down C's back into a sunset flip:

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Patrick Carson: SUNSET FLIP BY AMARO!

Eileen shifts her position in the cover, immediately coming off the seated position and with the referee not seeing it, she throws her legs backwards...

TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dre Hamilton: HER FEET ARE ON THE ROPES!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The crowd gasps, many of them screaming out in denial and the shock settling in as Caroline Dallins kicked out while Eileen immediately gets off the cover and her expression is almost one of disbelief on her face and even more so as the bell rings, the referee motioning that Caroline kicked out a moment too late! The shock turns into absolute boos for the overall result, as the announcement is made by our special guest ring announcer:

b]Lenne Hardt:[/b] HEREEEE IS YOUR WIIIIINNEERRRRRRR...EIIIIIIILEEEEEEEEEEN...AAAAAAAMAAAAAAROOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

More audible screams and thunderous booing at this point come from the audience as The Protomen's "The Stand (Man or Machine)" begins to play over the PA system and referee Eli Carr proceeds to check on Amaro, as she's gradually standing up while Caroline Dallins is now visibly shaking while down on her knees and looking at the scene before her.

Patrick Carson: What a match...but goddammit, what a bitter ending.

Dre Hamilton: These two fought in the way that made them Hall of Famers in FFW, showing every bit of what makes them great. But in the end? The story is still the same, Patrick...Eileen Amaro always beats Caroline Dallins. And now? Now it's just a fact for as long as we live.

Amaro has her right hand raised by the referee, who immediately gets shoved out of the ring by Eileen Amaro in the aftermath as she looks over at Caroline Dallins with a look that says many different things and as Dallins' eyes meet that of Amaro's, Eileen can't help herself as she says something to her that is inaudible for the cameras before she begins to walk off...

WINNER: Eileen Amaro (via pinfall)

At that moment, the replay of the ending sequence clearly plays over the Titantron of the Walter Pyramid and Caroline's eyes are glued to it.

Dre Hamilton: ...We haven't done the match ending replays for anything up until now, have we?

Patrick Carson: No, Dre. ...No, we have not. And I think I know exactly who just made that c- OH MY GOD!

Before anyone could even factor it, Caroline Dallins had practically pounced onto Eileen Amaro as she walking to the ropes, clubbing blows and knees following suit to "The Last Scion of Professional Wrestling" as the realization dawned on "Killer C" of how exactly this match was won and the seething fury on Caroline Dallins showed with each blow at this point, all which sent Amaro to the mat and only caused to C to just stomp her even further. Initially, the students at ringside tried to rush in and break this off, but they all gradually fell victim to Killer C basically punching the everlasting lights out of them...including tossing a blonde girl who tried to judo hip toss her away through the turnbuckles and into the steel ring post.

But contrary to what might be expected, when given Eileen Amaro's shenanigans at the end of the match...the crowd is absolutely on the side of "Killer C" as she goes to the outside of the ring, digging under the apron and beginning to toss steel chairs onto the ring. It's a total of five of them that end up inside before she slides back into the ring, taking one of those chairs and watching as Amaro is struggling back to her feet with the help of the ropes. The cameraman gets one good, close look at the face of Caroline Dallins and along with the blood that has dried up, the high-quality cameras see something another liquid coming out of her eyes as she swings the chair across the back of Eileen Amaro and the impact of it echoes throughout the arena, an "OHHHHHHHHHH" following suit from the crowd as Amaro's knees buckle and she falls to them, her head and arms dangling from the middle rope. Sniffing and giving out a pained scream, Caroline Dallins swings the chair again across her back...and she finally, finally manages to say something else back to the woman who was her best friend, who was like family for so, so long before all of it fell apart:

"I LOVED YOU!"

She hits Eileen with the chair across the back again.

"I FUCKING," Two chair hits follow this one to the back. "LOVED YOU!"

Patrick Carson: ...Holy shit, someone might need to stop this!

Chair hit.

Dre Hamilton: I don't think anyone can...and even my violence boner can t-

Chair hit.

Dre Hamilton: Jesus!

Chair hit.

"YOU WIN THOUGH! YOU WIN! YOU KEEP..."

Repeated chair hits across the back once again from Caroline to Eileen, as even the announcers are rendered speechless at this point.

"FUCKING!"

This time around, Caroline Dallins grabs onto Eileen Amaro's head, dragging her off the ropes and keeping her on her knees before taking the chair, screaming...

"WINNING!"

One final chair hit right to Eileen Amaro's skull causes more screaming, as the cheers and encouragement from the crowd turned into practical silence over the course of this beating, shock giving way to the initial euphoria as the frustrations and the sadness of the entire situation settled in...

But Caroline Dallins isn't done here.

The remaining four chairs she put into the ring? ...She sets them up in their seated positions, then proceeds to pick up Eileen Amaro's motionless body, pulled her into a standing headscissors and then lifted her upwards...a cold, teary-eyed stare on her face as she then dropped Eileen from the Gory Special position into the Reasonable Doubt (Barry White Driver) onto the four chairs, a loud roar of shock from the crowd at the impact as the chairs buckled accordingly and Eileen Amaro was practically laid out while Caroline Dallins simply kept sat down on the mat, breathing heavily and overlooking exactly what she had done.

...There are no goodbyes from the announce team and hyping up the next event.

There's not even help particularly rushing down just yet for Eileen Amaro after what just happened.

There's only "Killer C" Caroline Dallins staring into the one camera bold enough to approach her in the ring, as she looks over at Eileen Amaro...and then at the camera:

"...Done..."

The Pro Wrestling RAIDEN logo appears on the bottom left hand corner with all the copyrights and credits following suit before we fade to black.