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[color=SILVER][b]U N D E R G R O U N D[/b][/color] ϟ [color=#fff]25[/color]; Odyssey Complex, Belfast, Northern Ireland | Friday 1st DECEMBER 2017
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DATE & STREAM TIME: Friday 1st December at 8PM EST on EVOLVE!
LOCATION: Odyssey Complex, Belfast, Northern Ireland


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CULT CLASSIC:
NO DQ - 20 MINUTE TIME LIMIT
Josh Mitchell v Rachel Redding

The jury was in for a treat with this opening contest. This was by far one of the most even matches throughout the Cult Classic yet with both opponents getting their licks in. Josh was the clear fan favorite in this one, the crowd on edge every time he either went for the pinfall or got pinned himself. The back and forth action went all the way up until the nineteenth minute of the match, and that was where Rachel caught Josh with the Category One to the back of the head!

Rachel crawled toward her opponent to make the cover, but heard:

DING! DING!! DING!!!

Knowing exactly what the bell meant, Rachel slapped her hands off the mat as the ring announcer announced that this match was ruled a draw. The crowd started a 'Five more minutes' chant, but it ended abruptly once Rachel left the ring and rearranging furniture. She threw a couple chairs and even slapped the drinks off of the commentators table before she moved up the entrance ramp. Josh started to come to, disappointed about the match outcome and even Rachel's post match actions.

WINNER: Time Limit Draw (20:00)


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Pre-Recorded

“Just get me one of everything. It’s Red Panda, this is Belfast and Ireland, I know it’s not going to be The Temple Restaurant in Beijing. But I’m starving, I want Chinese and this is close enough it’ll still be hot when I get to my locker.”

TapOut Champion Kitty Sasso takes a deep breath as regains her composure before she speaks to the poor intern following her around.

“But tha’s a lot of money…”

Kitty’s instant consternation is unmistakeable, and she blinks at him, his heavy accent making her have a hard time understanding the youngster though she was clearly able to see him staring at her tits.

“So what? It’s just money. Here.”

She dips into the front inside pocket of the loosely structured denim jacket she has on over a too tight middy shirt and her skinny jeans, though she’s got a pair of crepe soled ballet flats on tonight in place of her usual new preference of sneakers. After a moment she pulls out a crumpled wad of bills and hands them to the young man. He takes them and looks at how much it is and starts to say something, but she waves him off.

“If you’re back in less than half an hour you can keep the change. Now shoo, I have something I want to do and you’re making me wait and I hate that. Waiting is evil.”

Of course upon hearing that he’d get to keep the substantial “change” that would be left even after an order the size she wanted, he took off at a sprint, almost colliding with one of the stage managers who shouts after him, and Kitty rolls her gorgeous eyes. She waits until the hallway is deserted until she starts walking again, and she checks the numbers on the plaques by each recessed door area, looking for a particular locker. Finding it, she raps her knuckles on the doorframe and sticks her head in, her voice suddenly almost whisper soft.

“Elijah? Are you in here?”

Since there was no reply and she didn’t hear water running from the showers she slips into the locker and looks around, the reason she chose the shoes she’s wearing becoming evident as they’re nearly completely silent on the tiles. Her breathing is also shallower as if she seeks to make all her motions as silent, and she carefully approaches the where Redmayne has his things. Her fingers twitch, it’s subtle but visible, as if she’s aching to just go through them and see what he has, what he carries with him but with a near mythic level of restraint Kitty closes her eyes, counts to ten, and then takes a small box out of the same inner pocket that the wad of cash was in earlier. She carefully sets it at the top of the bag so that it’ll be clear nothing was touched, flipping open the box to display the contents - an antique watch, date engraved on the inner cover, and Kitty ...hesitates. A bite of her lip, because she gives watches to all the men she’s known, a habit because she knows her father likes them. But usually, like the one she gave Syndicate, they were ridiculously expensive, brand new. This was aged, something that someone had carried with them and used, and for a moment she almost thought better of it but shook her head.

“He’s not like them. He’s not… greedy.”

She drew her fingers back, and then bit back a shriek as her phone went off in her pocket, one hand up to cover her lips even as she got her phone out and took the call, her melodic voice a harsh whisper.

“I said everything, one of everything, that means the appetizers too. Of course I knew that’s why you were calling. Yes. Fine. The sauces too.”

Kitty rolls her eyes and returns her phone to her jacket before she exits the room, carefully looking to see if anyone sees her before she leaves entirely. When the only thing left is a hint of her perfume lingering in the air, the shadows at the back of the darkened locker stir, and out steps Elijah himself. There’s a slight look on his face, a little change from the blank thousand yard stare he often has, as he moves to his bag to examine what she’s left. His finger taps the watch, then closes the case, an extra push needed to make it click as his deep toned voice whispers.

“Not yet. Not seeing. Blind. The scales still on the Siren’s eyes…Shame.

For now.”


A look somewhere approaching consternation crosses Redmayne’s features before he brushes the watch aside, much as one would do to a fly making a nuisance of itself. Soon fading back into the dark, as though he never left it to begin with.

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CULT CLASSIC:
NO DQ - 20 MINUTE TIME LIMIT
Lis Meyers v Kitty Sasso


A very closely contested match came between these two, Kitty knowing that one more victory would put her in the finals on the 22nd, whilst Lis was simply playing for pride. She may have earned that pride with a solid performance, but it was Kitty who got the victory. It was hard to come by though, Kitty constantly trying to go for the submission, locking in the Scott Lock at one stage, but this was reversed into Lis’ version of the Sharpshooter. Sasso did survive this, along with Meyers impressive power game, and it took Kitty pushing Meyers off of the top rope after a Superplex attempt, followed up by the Inside Outside Hurricanrana to get the two points.

WINNER: Kitty Sasso via Pinfall (8:11)


Kitty celebrated being the first person to reach the Cult Classic with a little sultry dance in the ring that set the pulses of the male audience members racing, whilst the camera cut backstage to show two different figures watching intently. One being Redmayne, the other being her opponent for the next show, Underground’s submission record holder and expert striker, Lambert Jr.

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“You know, I spent the past few weeks doin’ a ton of math in my head” begins James Lambert Jnr, “in fact there’s shows where I done more of that than actual wrestlin’, ‘cause I had one eye on my match and one on the matches Kitty Sasso, Rachel Redding, Anastasia Starling, Silas SUBHUMAN and Freddie Kane had. Believe me, my head’s been hurtin’ trying to keep track of everyone’s scores.”

“Thing is, it’s got to the point I have to accept things are out of my hands now,” he continues, the disappointment loud and clear in his voice, “Puttin’ it another way, if I did manage to top the group even I’d think I drugged everyone I been playin’ catchup with for too long without actually catchin’ up to them.” With a wry smile, which fails to disguise he’s obviously disappointed to be that little bit too far behind with just two matches to go, Lambert considers “But that ain’t a reason to quit, that’s the reason to finish strong – ‘cause if things ain’t going your way for half a second and you give up, what’s the point?”

“I got two more matches, and I’m lookin’ to make the most of them ‘cause no matter what anybody tells you, you can’t buy momentum. Some people might think it makes no difference, as you win as much by finishing third or fourth, but they’re talkin’ out of their ass. Goin’ from second to third at the last minute is gonna make you question yourself, while doin’ the exact opposite is gonna make you see how much further you can go. It’s that simple,” he says with determination creeping back into his voice.

“Thinkin’ ‘bout the results and nothing else is sweet relief, honestly. A week or two ago I’d look at this match and think a win means Silas won’t be able to pull ahead of me in the rankings, now I’m focusing on the win and the win alone. It sounds simple, ‘cause surely every match has me thinking about how my opponent’ll take the L, but after months of matches and algebra makin’ it simple once again is what I’ve been lookin’ forward to.”

“I mean, I could get inside my own head and worry that Silas’ll bang me up the week before my final match, somethin’ to worry ‘bout since my last match is against Kitty Sasso an’ a whole lot of things come into play for that one, but there’s somethin’ else in my head too,” he says while flashing a defiant look to camera, “People keep thinkin’ I’m a submissions guy, and they have a point ‘cause I’ve tapped a hell of a lot of people out in the year since I joined Underground – but they forget I got a striking game too. He’s got a streetfightin’ background, I got one in MMA, so if Silas wants to trade shots I’ll trade shots with him ‘cause now he’s got me curious to see if I can match him strike-for-strike or if I got lazy, complacent, focused too much on one thing and forgettin’ to be sharp in all areas of my game.”

“That’s the thing, I can think clearly as I can focus on the opponent in front of me and not five or six opponents I ain’t even facing that night, and don’t worry about workin’ out who got how many points that night and where everyone fits in.” there’s almost a hint of relief in Lambert’s voice now, “When this got started I was lookin’ to get back on track, picking up a few wins and buildin’ from there. Now I can see where things’re building, so I’d say the Cult Classic’s gone well for me – but now I want it to go one better, and that starts tonight.”

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CULT CLASSIC:
NO DQ - 20 MINUTE TIME LIMIT
Anastasia Starling v Rhett Orwell


Ana was fast out of the gate, way more hyper than normal and threw in with a front dropkick. It was maybe a little too quick, as a few fans gasped questioning whether she struck Orwell before the bell even rang for the contest to begin. This was No DQ though, and the referee didn’t reprimand her at all. Starling took the early control with kick after kick after kick, dodging and weaving Orwell’s counter strikes like she was in a Kung Fu movie. Orwell was on the backfoot from the get go, a Springboard Polish Hammer from Starling drawing a close two count. Orwell did come back with some hard offence, swatting down another Starling springboard like she was a pesky fly, before suplexing her literally out of one of her boots. Orwell, frustrated, then used said boot as a weapon against Starling, creating a chorus of boos from the Jury.

Ana, reeling managed to club the boot out of Orwell’s hands, but he gripped her by the hair and flung her towards the ropes. What he was not expecting was Starling to handspring and come back with the Pale Winged Passerine Stunner! Orwell dropped down to the mat, and the Clockwork Songbird came bouncing off the ropes with the Sturnidae for the pinfall and the win.

WINNER: Anastasia Starling via Pinfall (6:57)


As Ana celebrated her win with the Northern Irish crowd, a raven seen flying overhead. Then, the scene switched to Rachel Redding watching intently backstage, before the scene turned into a split screen with James Lambert Jr. and Silas SUBHUMAN also watching.

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We open in an unusual setting, considering who currently greeted the viewer. We weren't brought back to Lark Robinson and the Interview Area. No, this week, the Maple Leaf Mauler himself, Aries Armadaist was found in the locker room area. He straddled a bench as he looked to be preparing himself for competition; tights already dawned, his wrists taped. All that remained at this point was to lace up his boots, currently already halfway finished with the procedure on his left foot, not even bothering to acknowledge the intrusive camera man before suddenly crying out:

"THE CULT CLASSIC! September 16th was only a few mere months ago, but after 12 grueling weeks of constant struggle, clawing, and fighting it feels like an eternity ago. This is my final round of the Tournament unless I can slip back into the Semi-Finals, but as I now sit in 4th place, and will be absent from next weeks TRUE Final round, I feel my grasp on winning the Cult Classic slipping away.... But, I have no regrets. I said from the beginning this was a Tournament of opportunity in a variety of ways, and I took full advantage of my opportunities when they arose."

Having just finished securing his boot laces, Aries now reached forward to give his North American Championship an almost comforting pat on its face plate as it rest on the bench in front of him, having seemed to withstand his abuse from his tirade a few weeks prior.

BUT, MY TOURNAMENT RUN ISN'T OVER YET, and opportunity presents itself once again. Despite my current standing in this tournament being a result of SITUATIONS BEYOND MY CONTROL....

Every bit of anger, venom, and vitriol could be heard in his growl, the muscles in his back visibly tightening for a moment before relaxing (or as much as Aries could) once again.

...I'm not beaten yet. And, while opportunity to still clinch a Semi Final spot in ahead of me, Izzy Colon herself is faced with a unique opportunity herself, whether she realizes it or not.

Aries now moved to his right boot, beginning the tedious task of crossing lace over lace to tie his calf high black boots.

Izzy, you currently stand at a whopping big fat zero on the score board. You have no hope of making it to the finals of the tournament, no matter how your next two rounds go. You are the ONLY person not to accumulate a single victory in the Cult Classic in the A Block, and while Teddy and Fraiser square off in the Main Event of the night, you stand a real danger of being the only person not to get a single victory at all in the entire 14 Round Tournament. But, still, here you are. Pushing forward. Fighting, even for the smallest of victories, and believe it or not, I find that commendable. There are people in your situation who would have quit by now, and yet, here you are, still toughing it out, training day in and day out. I know those feelings, Izzy Colon. It's a tough spot to be in. It's hard to keep your head up.

Giving his laces one final firm tug as he now secured his second boot, Aries now adjusted his knee pads, now fully dressed and prepared for what was to come later in the night, now simply sitting on the bench, slouched over with his elbows resting on his legs.

As I said before, opportunity presents itself to you. Whether you realize it or not, Round 12 is about to be the most important round of your entire run. Once again, you get to face off against the North American Champion, and while the title may not be on the line, it would still be a significant victory for you, Izzy. It would open all kinds of doors for you following the Cult Classic. Would easily put you in line for a title match, even. Not to mention you get to face one of the most seasoned veterans on the Underground Roster, with 11 years of wrestling experience. But, even having mentioned all that, I haven't even touched on what's truly going to make this a career defining moment for someone so early in their career.

The mad Canadian now snatched up his beloved championship strap as he rose from the bench, now finally turning to face the camera, his face not carrying it's usual snarl of frustration. No, if anything, while still not the friendliest of looks to be greeted with, his look into the all seeing eye of the camera was more stern than angry.

Izzy I've told you a few times that I'm going to make you pay your dues, and whether you put any thought into that, or simply shrugged it off as my usual shenanigans, I want you to realize I was being absolutely dead ass serious about those words. For those not in the know, "paying your dues" as a young wrestler comes in a variety of forms. Whether it be carrying bags for more experiences wrestler, or having to do menial chores like build the ring... Or buying 6-Packs of beer for Aries Armadaist.

The Canadian couldn't help but let out a wicked chortle before continuing.

But, the most important form of this ritual that we all go through as performers is taking your lumps in the middle of that ring. Everybody else, for the most part, has put you away in short fashion. Either managing to roll you up for a quick pin, or putting you away early by snapping off a big move. I'm not going to do either of those. I am going to take my time, and beat the absolute, unrelenting, dog shit out of you. You've had your resolve tested over these past couple months Izzy, and while you may have faltered, ultimate you've stood strong. Tonight, I'm going to test your heart, and your spirit. You don't need to concern yourself with pulling off the victory tonight, you need to concern yourself with just trying to fucking SURVIVE out there. And, after all is said and done, after you're battered, bruised, head throbbing, more sore than you've ever been in your life; after I've punched you, chopped you, kicked you, whipped you, beat you, stomped you, headbutted you, HELL, after I've BLOODIED YOU IF I HAVE MY WAY, and you go back to that locker room, and you ask yourself "am I really cut out for this?" That will be the most pivotal fucking moment of your wrestling career up top this point. And, after you find your answer, and you continue to walk on this winding, fucked up road of a career we've all chosen, you come find me, and I'll shake your goddamn hand as a competitor.

The North American Champion's face now twisted, his upper lip arching into a snarl as his nose scrunched. It was almost a look of absolute disgust as he narrowed his eyes.

But, if I'm being completely honest... I don't think you got it in you, greenhorn.

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CULT CLASSIC:
NO DQ - 20 MINUTE TIME LIMIT
James Lambert Jnr v Silas SUBHUMAN


This clash of styles was enjoyable for the jury to watch, but it was far from enjoyable for the two wrestlers competing. Silas came out of the gates firing with stiff strike after stiff strike that rocked Lambert. Momentum swung in Lambert's favor when Silas went for a lariat, but the submission specialist known as James Lambert Jnr. grabbed a hold of Silas' arm and locked in a cross armbreaker!

The commentators raved about Lambert's submission skills and brought up how they can see Lambert challenging for Kitty Sasso's Tap Out championship. Silas managed to get out of the armbreaker and started his own fury of offense with a hellacious spinebuster, followed by a jackknife pin that got him the nearfall.

The finish saw Lambert turn a running Yakuza kick into his patented "Cruciate Killer" forcing Silas to tap out!

WINNER: James Lambert Jnr via Submission (10:10)


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CULT CLASSIC:
NO DQ - 20 MINUTE TIME LIMIT
Aries Armadaist v Izzy Colón


The Jury watched in AWE as Aries did exactly what he said he was going to do early on right out the gate. There was no tie up or test of strength for Izzy Colon, OH NO. Instead, as the two met in the center of the ring, she was met with a vicious headbutt that brought her down to her knee as she held her head with her hand. Her eyes blinked trying to bring herself back to reality as the proud Canadian simply shrugged at the disgruntled crowd before beginning to take the boots to Izzy, stomping her down into the mat as though he was trying to make her apart of it.

Eventually, Aries yanked the poor young competitor off the mat and threw her into the corner, immediately lighting her chest up with chops loud enough to be heard in the back of the arena, the crowd groaning with every shot. The only bit of mercy Aries gave Izzy was to grab her head in a front facelock and dragging her out of the corner, but this only ended with him her into the air before planting her in the center of the ring with a Brainbuster.

Mid way through the match, Aries managed to hoist Izzy onto the top rope while she seemed out of it. While Aries went to climb onto the second, looking as though he was about to do a superplex or maybe a back body drop to Izzy was unclear. What was clear, however, was how he slipped on one of the ropes on the way up, sending him backwards and flat on his back on the mat. He laid there a moment, almost wondering what the hell went wrong. Before long, his eyes grew wide as Izzy fell off the ropes, limp, and hunched over. Her head bounced right off the Canadian's testicular fortitude.This caused the match to come to a standstill as both were laid out on the mat. One was laying still as the other was flopping around like a fish out of water as they cupped their balls as though that would help them feel better.

The end of the match became a whirlwind as Izzy tried to escape Aries as best she could with what little she had in the tank. Rather that be rolling away, crawling between his legs to just pushing him away which caused him to laugh hysterically. It just wasn’t enough to get the annoying Maple Leaf off her. Aries eventually caught Izzy on one of her attempted escapes through his legs, setting her up perfectly for a Piledriver, which Aries mercifully ended the match with.

DING! DING!! DING!!!

After Aries wins, obviously showing a message to his recent rival Annie Zellor, slowly and gingerly, Izzy begins to stir looking very distraught as she turns over on her belly, and slowly begins to lift herself off the mat.

Stopping on all fours to give the mat one quick frustrated punch as the camera zooms in on her face showing just how devastated she was over another loss as Aries song echos through the arena and the camera getting one last look at the joker like smile of the North American Champion as he mouths the word “Sunday.”

WINNER: Aries Armadaist by Pin Fall (8:35)


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The scene cut backstage as Gavin Grimes paced around in his locker room. He glanced towards the camera and he had a very serious look on his face.

“So last week, RISE decided to interfere in my match and now I’m barely hanging on to the top three placements in my bracket. I would’ve beat Mylo but RISE felt like they needed to make a statement…”

Gavin scoffed and shook his head.

“During MY match. Fuck that! You think I’m going to let that shit slide? Hell no. This wasn’t some regular match, it was the Cult Classic! And if someone steps in the ring tonight and tries that shit again?”

He waves his finger at the camera.

“It’ll be the biggest mistake you make because me? I’m ready this time. I’m prepared for whatever shit ya’ll got to bring. I’m ready for RISE, DEFIANCE, Subversion and most of all, I’m ready for Kevin Hardaway tonight.”

Gavin paused and nodded confidently.

“I know Kevin isn’t a slouch and I know he brings a lot to the table but he doesn’t have the opportunity that I have right now, it doesn’t have the same inspiration to win this match as I do. I want to win this tournament and I’m still in the right place to do it. So tonight, no games, no distractions… Just Kevin and I going one on one and at the end of the night? He’s going to know what it’s like to feel The Crowning.”

Gavin walked out of the locker room and the scene cut out.

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CULT CLASSIC:
NO DQ - 20 MINUTE TIME LIMIT
Gavin Grimes v Kevin Hardaway


This was a closely fought battle between two members of Team Underground, a strangely sportsman's like affair which was strange for the more barbaric Hardaway, starting with a handshake between the pair. Neither seemed to be able to get the advantage, though both also afforded each other clean breaks. The straight up wrestling did play into Grimes' hands, K-Hard more well versed to a hardcore style. K-Hard did take some advantages, but Grimes always seemed to have a counter.

K-Hard rolled out of the ring, grabbing a steel chair and stared at it. He then shook his head and threw it down, clearly not wanting to use it against a man he would be teaming with at Divine Supremacy. He reentered the ring, taking advantage for a while with a barrage of blows before the dreaded Crowning came into play, giving Grimes the win and two valuable points.

WINNER: Gavin Grimes via Pinfall (10:52)


K-Hard was gracious enough to raise Grimes' hand post match, showing that the pair were on good terms, and united for Team Underground. The camera then panned to backstage, Bobby B. Barabbas being shown with a grin upon his face for the display of unity in a tight contest.

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The titan tron is nothing but blackness as a deep humming can be heard to a melody that seems familiar. Heavy footsteps can be heard walking down what now seems to be a hallway as the lights above begin to flicker showing a silhouette of a man.

“I've got no strings to hold me down… To make me fret or make me frown… I had strings… But now I'm free… There are no strings on me.”

The haunting voice of Essen Haus echoed through the narrow hallway as he slowly song I’ve Got No Strings. The crowd quickly showed their displeasure with his appearance alone knowing what would come from it but as soon as his voice was heard to speak. Their displeasure became nothing but silence as their intrigue of what the man had to say seemed more important that vocalizing their opinion.

“Control. It can make someone feel powerful. Empowered. It can make someone feel untouchable. Invincible. When you take that control away those feelings become out of reach. The controller's heart begins to race. Panic begins to take over them. They begin to feel insecure. The more control they lose the more paranoid they become. They soon lose control and become the controlled. Controlled by their emotions and sudden impulses. Unlike some here at Underground, I am not controlled.”

He says with a smirk.

“Which can make others feel uneasy. Nor do I control those who have decided to stand beside me. They have their own agendas to pursue. What we are doing now is only a common goal we share. To herd up the sheep and make the shepherds weep.”

As Essen Haus stands tall the two shorter members of the alliance appear from behind him. Moving to either side of them with their white masks covering their faces. They begin to ”Baaa” like sheep creeping closer and closer to the camera until the screen flickers to black.

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CULT CLASSIC:
NO DQ - 20 MINUTE TIME LIMIT
Miskatonic v Boaz Kennedy


What started as an amazing, if not weird, back and forth contest was ruined at the end. Boaz showed that promise of why he is one of the hottest, if not the hottest star in RISE, whilst Miskatonic was… well, she was who she was. The combat went back and forth, Kennedy taking many an advantage until it looked like the mute Clown had it in the bag, locking in the Make Lovecraft Not War (Rolling Kneebar). Boaz looked ready to tap out until Essen Haus and his two masked allies hit the ring and beat down the clown. Kennedy protested, but they simply ignored him. They left Miskatonic a wreck in the ring, until Starling came out and began brawling with one of the seemingly female members of the group, trying to tear at the mask before Essen got himself involved. Boaz looked down at Miskatonic, who was completely out of it, shrugged, then made the cover for the win.

WINNER: Boaz Kennedy via Pinfall (10:52)


He then looked on as security ran down to break up the brawl, Essen and his two allies (one being unmasked but was able to cover their face) made their exit. Starling screamed out at them whilst Boaz just walked away. But as he did, the lights flickered, and as he gazed to the top of the stage he saw a Green Lantern with the RISE logo upon it. Before his reaction could be seen, the show cut to commercial.

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CULT CLASSIC:
NO DQ - 20 MINUTE TIME LIMIT
Elijah Redmayne v Devin KONSTANTINE



It starts as a battle of the very vocal versus the very silent as Elijah speaks to Devin, who seemingly ignores him save for a tiny, blink if you miss it pained expression before he with a great amount of begrudging to his tone grinds out the words that he despises empty noise. Redmayne however shows no offense to this, his near otherworldly gaze staying on KONSTANTINE as the bell rings and they lock up. For the first quarter of the match the pair exchange heavy hits, while Elijah is taller and Devin heavier, Redmayne is really showing his power as he drives KONSTANTINE back again and again, yet never quite taking him down enough to try a pin attempt. During the second quarter Devin gets into the driver’s seat for the first time, managing to get Elijah tangled up in the ropes after a feint away, and then hitting him with a huge Rope-hung Jawbreaker, the Superstar Killer dazing Elijah plenty though the following pin attempt he kicks out at two. KONSTANTINE shows no frustration, he gets up and fades back, waiting and biding his time as Elijah moves to rise and then he flies in at his best speed for a Running Punt Kick!

This gains him another two but Elijah powers out and the match continues. Devin still shows no emotion at how resilient Elijah is after his attacks, every attempt to beat Redmayne down seems to give him more fortitude and he repays the violence in kind. He hits his Claymore Kick on a rebound off the ropes, his Wheel In the Sky taking KONSTANTINE down hard to the mat, and Devin still refuses to succumb, he lashes heavy booted kicks towards Elijah’s legs to create distance but when he starts to rise Redmayne bull-rushes him, and grabs his wrist with a keen gleam in his cold eyes, and before KONSTANTINE can extricate himself, he’s up and down in with a huge Wrist Clutch Brainbuster to the Knee! Redmayne’s Corona Borealis is enough to gain him the victory after this incredibly competitive match, the fans actually giving appreciation that it stayed away from the more hardcore elements - this time.

WINNER: Elijah Redmayne via Pinfall (15:00)


"Curl Of The Burl" by Mastodon plays again and Redmayne barely acknowledges the referee before he exits the ring, saying things to the fans before he shakes his head and leaves for the back. KONSTANTINE is up and his stoic expression is back in full force as he too exits the ringside area, right down the center of the ramp as if to distance himself as much as possible from the noise of the fans.

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Even if officially, as of today, CWC Hollywood Pro was a defunct company, Rachel Redding is going to get one more night of carting the Undisputed Title Belt with her. It sits on one shoulder, and the SAP Wrestling Great American Title Belt sits on the other, and she frowns at Lark Robinson as she asks Rachel about her match.

Rachel says that, much like her match with Anastasia Starling, if she had only a minute-no, in this case, five seconds more, she'd have a win and practically guaranteed a spot in the Cult Classic Finals. Instead, she laments that she'll have to watch from afar, and her own destiny out of her hands as she watches others compete for what should already be hers. It makes her, in Rachel's one word, disgusted.

That would also be the word Rachel'd probably use to describe the look she gives Lark when she brings up her two losses, to Silas SUBHUMAN and Kitty Sasso. She begrudgingly gives the HKW Tap-Out Champion her due, but refuses the same courtesy to Silas, reminding Lark and the audience that it was a distraction, Anastasia fighting with one of her masked assailants, that caused that loss. Otherwise, Rachel says, "that human trash" would've fallen victim just as her other opponents did.

Instead, he was given a lease on his life in the tournament, and hope that his "skills" could boost him into, again, what should already be hers. According to Rachel. She sneers at Lark when the interviewer tells her to "Enjoy the rest of the show."

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CULT CLASSIC:
NO DQ - 20 MINUTE TIME LIMIT
Bloody Mary v Diederik van Dael



Seriously the most surprising thing about this match is the fact that Bloody Mary waits for the bell to ring before she starts attacking Diederik van Dael. Well, second most perhaps as Diederik shows that he can weather Mary’s tactics quite fine. She opens up with a series of wicked Savate kicks but van Dael rallies instead of toppling, and lights her up after a huge Powerslam by yanking her off the mat and delivering a series of hard open hand chops! They struggle back and forth, Diederik’s natural power and surprising speed giving him the upper hand finally as he shows off a bit his attractive LuchaBruiser style! However this glorious time in charge comes to a screeching halt after Mary kicks out of the latest pin attempt, Diederik rolls to his feet to rethink his attack and Mary does that creepy stand, going from flat on her back to her knees then to her feet staring at him.

He does a full body shudder and she attacks, a Low Angle Spike DDT taking him to the mat but instead of trying to pin she rolls out of the ring and in time-honored fashion throws various things into the ring to use against him as this is of course No DQ. She slides in with a chair as van Dael gets up and shakes off the stun of the DDT, he rounds around just in time to sway backwards and miss her swing with the chair and thus begins a slightly comical few moments as she chases him with the chair around the ring as he dodges and ducks, throwing some of the objects she brought in as they go in circles. Finally she tags him enough to slow him down and then she whaps him hard enough to bend the top part of the chair quite awkwardly! Mary blinks, seeming a tiny bit surprised that the chair is not as Quality as she may have thought, but this doesn’t stop her from hitting him again before tossing it to the mat and picking up a Kendo stick. She whaps him a few times on the legs but he surges up from the mat and yanks it right out of her grip! The fans cheer but she hits a fast dropkick, and van Dael stumbles over the chair, and lands awkwardly on a loose bit of truck chain. He lashes her with the Kendo stick as he sits up to keep her away, a bit of blood pouring from a cut on his cheek. She’s got bloody welts where the stick strikes her, a testament to his power, and she stumbles back to get distance as he picks up the chain he fell over and sees two words engraved on a link “American Express”. He shrugs and gets up, wrapping his fist in it as he gets to his feet just in time to hit Mary with a huge chain-wrapped European Uppercut!! She flips ass over teakettle but very disturbingly she gets up again, though her eyes seem glassy and she laughs and laughs despite the fact she should be in astounding pain.

Just as they move to engage again however, the bell rings and the referee waves them away from each other.

WINNER: Time Limit Draw (20:00)


The fans groan with disappointment as the Time Limit is reached but they give Mary and Diederik plenty of love with applause and cheering - right up until Mary bends and picks up the bent and discarded chair from earlier and pastes van Dael with it between his shoulderblades! The fans boo her heavily as she beats him to the mat and then laughs, her creepy cackle carrying over the sounds of the fans. She tosses the chair to the mat, drops down next to Diederik and whispers to him before she slithers out of the ring and walks to the back. A few moments pass, and then a dazed and bloody van Dael gets to his feet, wipes blood from his face and then signals for his music? The fans are confused at first but Diederik proves he’s tough as he dances through his full hip swiveling routine and they show their appreciation by giving the popular young man a standing ovation!

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Lark Robinson catches Zoe Thorne-- in a predictably foul mood-- backstage to ask about the heated exchange of words she had with GRENDEL on social media. In a less predictable turn of events, the "Six Star Superstar" actually gives her some direct answers.

She says that she's never been the most active tweeter-user but this was different. For all the shade she throws at Grundle he should give himself a pat on the back. Not for being the one carrying around her Underworld Strap, not for having more success against her than anyone else ever has, but for making this personal.

Don't trip and get her wrong, being the baddest motherfucker out there has always been personal for her-- it's what she bases her whole life around and it's why if she ever dies, it's gonna be fighting.

But nobody found a way to kill her yet.

After getting back on track, she says her point is she didn't come here to give a shit who these nerds she bodied were. She didn't need to learn their names, they was just walking sacks of flesh to throw hands with and put down. He managed to stick in her mind though, he's been different from the rest. All the bullshit he spews-- she dunno if he actually believes it or he's just tryna fuck with her head-- but it's got her attention.

Burying this fucker with her golden shovel's been all that's on her mind besides getting HER belt back. Cuz he ain't been like anyone she's faced. Not because he's big and strong and violent. She been dropped on her head a million times, been thrown around and savaged. Just like the different match stips ain't been any sweat, she made a career, nah a life of getting put through popcorn machines then coming back to win.

It's different because he won't stay buried six feet under.

Being impossible to kill, that's her thing, it's why everyone who's beefed with her hates her. She can't let him take that from her, taking her belt was bad enough-- being the champ is part of who she is, and she damn can't let that greedy son of a bitch take the rest of it too. Don't matter the stip, don't matter what she has to go through, she's taking all of herself back from that big ol' son of a bitch or she's going out in a bodybag. No cliche, no figure of speech, that's real shit.

She makes it perfectly clear with the look she shoots Lark that the interview is over, before doing her best to mask a pained expression on her face and gingerly walk off out of view.

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CULT CLASSIC:
NO DQ - 20 MINUTE TIME LIMIT
Freddie Kane v Evelyn Kuller


There is a bit of buzz in the air, the fans feeling something might be coming together as the bell rings and both competitors begin to circle around one another...and something that Freddie Kane seems to feel a little too much, as he’s overly eager in quickly going from a traditional lock-up into attempting a series of holds and arm drag exchanges at a fast pace but Evelyn matching him up every step of the way on just sheer technique. Eventually, a headlock takedown escape from Evelyn and a kip-up to escape it after proper positioning from Freddie cause the crowd to give them a round of applause for the initial exchange and as they circle around again, Evelyn this time gets the advantage on another lock-up and opts to send Kane with an irish whip to the ropes. The following sequences consists of him dodging a pair of clotheslines and then getting elevated on the third runthrough for a back body drop...to which Freddie Kane lands on his feet before jumping around and catching Evelyn with an enziguri to the head.

That bit changes the course of action in this match as Freddie follows suit with a springboard moonsault attempt that misses but in which he lands on his feet, Evelyn tries to go for a German suplex but gets countered and it all leads into the two fighting it out with punches near the ropes until Kane actually connects with an unusual clothesline after dodging a wild punch from Evelyn that sends her over the top rope. Seeing his cue, Freddie Kane bolts to the opposite side of the ring and comes back promptly with a Sasuke Special right onto Kuller. The roar of the crowd seems to bring a big smile to his face as he rolls Evelyn back up in the ring and attempts to follow suit by going to the top rope and attempting a missile dropkick...but Evelyn avoids it, letting Kane hit nothing but canvas before she takes control in full by keeping him grounded with knees to the ribs and even following that up with an impressive half-nelson suplex on somebody forty pounds heavier than her that gets a two and a half count.

For a few minutes, Evelyn kept control by grounding Freddie with holds, suplexes and even a STF that he struggled to fight off but managed to make his way to the ropes. But it was when Evelyn attempted to go for Adverse Effects (Swinging Reverse STO) that Freddie found a way of turning the tables, reversing it into an unbelievable Crucifix pin...AND HE GETS THE PINFALL, EVELYN KULLER KICKING OUT A HALF-SECOND TOO LATE!!! The crowd is stunned at the suddenness of the finish, let alone how Freddie Kane pulled off a once in a lifetime like counter but there’s no denying the results as Kane celebrates it and Evelyn simply nods, motioning to the younger Kane that she was this close on this round...and that the next time, the story would be different.

WINNER: Freddie Kane via Pinfall (16:22)


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22nd December
Montreal, Quebec, Canada
Underground
Cult Classic
Finals


"And the word was Underground..."



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CULT CLASSIC:
NO DQ - 20 MINUTE TIME LIMIT
Brendan Samuels v Mora Findlay



The crowd is white hot for this match at the start, Brendan Samuels having made quite a splash despite his late entry in the Cult Classic. The fans show him a lot of support as Mora starts out rough, a kick to the inside of his knee before she runs to rebound off the ropes and comes at him, he lowers his shoulder and sets up for a fast Backbody Drop, and she hits the mat, he turns to grab her by the wrist to bring her up and she hooks him with an incredibly smooth Omoplata! Unfortunately for Mora Brendan is quite familiar with this hold and he manages to power out of it. Mora keeps her cool as Brendan rolls to his feet, shaking out the pins and needles as she rises up herself. A fine series follows of chain wrestling and each get to show off their technical prowess much to the delight of the crowd, Mora almost getting three after a Shining Triangle. They circle for a moment after getting to their feet after Brendan’s strong kick out but quickly engage, Brendan catching her as she advances with a Tilt-A-Whirl Backbreaker! Yet as he rolls her over to pin, she catches him in a Fujiwara Armbar! Findlay cranks on it but before she can truly torque the arm Mora is distracted as outside the ring she sees one of those still mysterious masked attackers running past the ring!

She releases the arm and scoots away from the ropes, knowing what that group is like but instead of attacking her or Brendan the masked person simply keeps on going, over the rail and disappearing into the crowd. By this time Samuels is recovered and he goes on the offensive, pulling her up for a beautiful Rolling German Suplex, followed by a Slingshot Brainbuster! His Immram Buster is almost enough for three, but Mora throws the shoulder up at two and three quarters and the match continues. Mora finally gets in the driver’s seat after a lovely Seoi nage, the throw landing Brendan on his back and she goes for a Kneebar, but just as she moves to lock it in Brendan kicks her with his free leg and sends her flying! She lands on the mat and skids to the ropes, her eyes suddenly locking on a green lantern by the commentary table! She starts to turn her head, looking for either Athena or Minerva prime to attack but this leaves her open for Brendan to slide in and lock her in a Crossface Chickenwing that he then lifts up for a Millennium Suplex! The Mac Lir takes the fight out of Mora just long enough for Brendan to get the win.

WINNER: Brendan Samuels via Pinfall (17:22)



The Heart of The Sea by Flogging Molly plays as Brendan gets to his feet, the referee raises his hand to a round of cheers by the fans. He gives Mora a nod as she sits up, recognizing her fight and the skills she displayed tonight before he exits the ring and heads to the back.

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MAIN EVENT CULT CLASSIC:
NO DQ - 20 MINUTE TIME LIMIT
Fraser Flanagan v Teddy Sinclair



This was the most highly anticipated match in Fraser’s career. Possibly the only anticipated match in Fraser’s career as well. The Norn Iron crowd was firmly behind the homegrown ‘star’ and the Ginger General seemed both confused and flabbergasted by the ovation he received. As he made his way down to ringside, keeping his eye on the Stonewall Riot who awaited him, it was clear that all of Fraser’s local family had taken up the front row of the crowd, Fraser taking time to greet all of them (and even chug a beer with one of his cousins).

In the ring, nerves seemed to grip him as his entire family was about him, and Sinclair, also seeking his first points in the tournament, came at him like wildfire upon the Blackwater. His kicks came out of nowhere, rocking the big man, and his Paradigm Shift (Springboard hurricanrana DDT) led him to scale to the top for the Devine Consign… But Fraser managed to roll out of the way. He gripped Sinclair’s legs for his Whirligig, but instead of letting go used his power to lift him up onto this shoulders, hurling him into the corner with a St. Patrick’s Blessing powerbomb, followed by a Big Boot. Fraser, showing determination and focus not often seen from him, then scooped up Teddy, before driving him with the Blarney Stoned Double Underhook Piledriver. He made the cover as the crowd rose to their feet

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

And then there was silence.

Everyone looked towards the ring in astonishment, Fraser himself growing paler… somehow, as he looked towards Barry the referee who called for the bell, Teddy being completely laid out. Fraser rose to his feet, and his arm was raised as everyone gasped. Fraser then let out a victorious roar that the crowd joined in with, green pyro blasting out of the turnbuckles as orange, white and green confetti fell from the rafters and the audience threw streamers into the ring. Fraser’s family invaded the ringside area, chucking cans of Guinness to the victorious redhead, who celebrated like he had just won the whole tournament instead of just his first match.

WINNER: Fraser Flanagan via Pinfall (7:13)


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