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[color=SILVER][b]U N D E R G R O U N D[/b][/color] ϟ [color=#fff]36[/color]; Civic Arena, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania | Friday 29th JUNE 2018
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DATE & STREAM TIME: Friday 28th JUNE 2018 at 8PM EST on EVOLVE!
LOCATION: Civic Arena, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania


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The show opened up in the office of Bobby B. Barabbas, standing alongside his partner and General Manager Mora Findlay, flanked by the Head of Security Ramsay Bodach. They kept their moments in front of the camera extremely brief, simply confirming that due to Eileen Amaro’s recent victories over Cult Classic winner Gavin Grimes, she had been named Number One Contender to the Underworld Championship, and she would do battle with GRENDEL at House of Pain : Fall Of Tyrants. Also, they bring up the fact that due to Aries Armadaist attaining a vital victory for the Underground against RISE, he had been granted a one on one rematch against North American Champion Freddie Kane at the very same event.

Speaking of the shots granted, Findlay admitted that due to Kitty Sasso’s comments and choices in the previous weeks, her shot at the Underworld Championship had been revoked. However, something else would be granted instead. In the meantime, a reward had been made to Underground Captain Gavin Grimes, and his Cult Classic reward, where he could choose a time and place to challenge the Underworld Champion for the title had been put back into place, stating how he was robbed of the chance due to RISE’s invasion had been grossly unfair, and now he could choose when he would challenge the champion, but this would have to occur after the House of Pain event in order to be fair to Eileen Amaro’s title shot.

In other news, Findlay announced that the Tornado Tag Team titles would be contested for at Signal To Noise, with the reigning champions #RubyWay defending their titles against the Daughters of Janus, the Sorlie Sisters and the team of Sasso and Redmayne in a Fatal Four Way Tornado Rules match. And all this would happen at Signal To Noise.

The camera then cut to Barabbas, who in the most polite manner possible, cursed HKW Senior Management for arranging and agreeing to the rematch between himself and Lady Magdalena, citing that he was trying to build the brand, and competing in a Subversion based matchup was purposely made to hinder the Underground’s progress. He warned of harsh retribution, but he would also be sending a message not only to the HKW Directors, but to Lady herself, and all of the Silver Eagles, as the camera cut away and the show began.

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The Camera feed to the show cuts out abruptly, filling the screen with static and dead air for a few moments. The feed keeps cutting in and out for a few seconds, before finally settling in as the clear, picture perfect feed for the Evolve Network is replaced by a grainy, hazy one as the location is changed from ringside to a darkened corridor of the arena. Standing in clear view of the camera is one of Underground's high profile signees, as recognized by the confident, borderline arrogant smirk and the shock of bright pink hair and blue eyes.

"The Pink Haired Grenade" Brytain Rollins has arrived.

She stays silent for a few moments as the camera adjusts to the dark lighting of the corridor, showing that she's far from alone. Standing just a few feet behind her, dressed in all black and looking as menacing as ever, are the three newest signees to Underground's Tag Team Division, Project Venom.


"Get my goddamn throne ready," she snarks. ”The king is here.” The smirk on her face says that she’s only partially taking herself seriously right now. She tilts her head as she stares into the camera. ”And I brought you guys some new friends,” she gestures with her chin to Project Venom, standing masked and menacing at her back.

The gesture is clear. Syn’s personal wrecking crew are behind Brytain Rollin’s 100% percent. She’s come and she hasn’t come alone… she’s brought a literal murder squad with her.

“We’ve watched and waited on the sidelines while all your precious little tag teams killed themselves playin’ King of The Mountain, each one as useless and weak as the next one linin’ themselves up.” Lin, the hellraiser of the trio sneers as he looks into the camera. “All of them wanna call themselves the best. The best team in Underground, the best team in wrestling. Sorry to say kids, but the best team ain’t any wrestlers.”

Lin motions to himself, Rin and Pierce.

“They’re a couple of Dogs of War that do this shit for kicks. And it’s been far -- FAR too long since we’ve gotten paid to legally stomp someone out if they thought otherwise.”

Rin gives a somewhat grim chuckle at that.

“We’ve come to seek and destroy. Tonight, The Modern Myths are the first bodies we intend on piling on the Underground Front Office’s Doorsteps until no one aside from us is left standing.”

Brytain smirks as she gestures towards her ‘friends’ and stares back into the camera. ”Please feel free to form an orderly line. We’ll get to you all. Just be patient.”

The camera then statics out, before fading back to ringside as the scene ends.

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THE PINK IRISH CAR BOMB
SINGLES MATCH
Brytain Rollins v. Fraser Flanagan


The buildup to this match was all about Brytain Rollins, the return to HKW of one the biggest names in the industry. The former SCW Global Champion had been refusing to call this one a comeback, but the Pink Haired Grenade was clearly looking to explode into the Underground with a dominating performance. And whilst Fraser Flanagan had pretty much been the welcoming committee as of late, the Lucha Potato had been all business for the past few shows, and had put on some impressive displays. And tonight was no different in an explosive opener.

Rollins showed why she is so well regarded with some fierce offence, starting the match off with a flurry of hard open hand palm strikes, following up by rocking Fraser’s jaw with a spinning backfist. She knocked him back with this, until she sprinted to the ropes, cleaning Flanagan out with a Running Bicycle Kick. There was no stomping her from here, as she scaled the top rope to show some of that amazing high risk offence of hers, coming off and crash landing on the Norn Iron native with a Ketamine Corkscrew 450 Splash as flashbulbs went off, but she could only get a two count from Fraser. She kept up the offence, and the crowd were anticipating a squash, but after a couple of Knee Drops, she went for a Springboard Corkscrew Senton… only to meet the knees of the big man.

Fraser used the opportunity to simply slam Rollins repeatedly upon the mat, a hanging vertical and a sitout powerslam being major highlights. Fraser slowed the pace right down, keeping Brytain grounded so she had zero chance of getting to her feet and using that famed high paced offence on him. He picked her up and one stage and Powerbombed her hard into the mat, but kept hold of her legs as he signalled for the Whirligig! He began giving her the Giant Swing, spinning around faster and faster as Brytain gripped hold of her head. What was strange, was Brytain seemed to be going with the momentum, getting higher and higher in the air as Flanagan span around dizzily. She was almost at head height, and in a shocking move that had the Jury on their feet, she clutched hold of Fraser’s head. He continued spinning, but in his surprise let go of her legs, and she pulled him down with a truly innovative Tornado DDT as the crowd roared up to their feet! Brytain shook off the cobwebs, drawing a thumb across her throat, before she climbed up to the top rope once more. She looked down, careful to take aim and came off with the devastating Thrillkiller High Angled Senton! She went right into the cover, and there was no one who would be kicking out of that one.

WINNER: Brytain Rollins via Pinfall (5:03)


Rollins got up to her knees, wiping her hands clean of Fraser as she knelt there with her arms outstretched, proclaiming herself to be the ‘King of the Underground’. But someone didn’t take to kindly to that, and she was met with a vicious running knee square to the face!

The crowd were stunned to see Zoe Thorne standing over her, screaming out that she was the ‘King of the Underground’ as the Jury booed loudly. She ranted on for a bit, until she spotted Project Venom making their way down the ramp, and she made herself scarce, calling herself the King as she made a swift exit through the crowd. The trio checked on Brytain, who seemed to have a bloody nose, Thorne having drawn first blood, and the commentary team, stunned as they were, began discussing what this could mean between the pair.

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Not everyone is in good spirits tonight. One individual who is particularly grumpy is the beautiful pink tipped blonde beauty who calls herself The Most Valuable Powers. She is Aubrianna Powers and she failed to capture the Tapout Championship. Perhaps that is why isn’t in a pleasant mood? Aubrianna stands with her hands on her hips facing the camera. Her gaze is a death stare that would kill anyone instantly (so be careful if you’re watching!).

“I could come out here and whine and bitch about…about…”

She grits her teeth and shuts her eyes tightly. Clearly she does not like the word that is coming next…

“…losing! Yeah, I could whine about that like so many others in this business, I could come up with an excuse like how that idiot James Edwards cheated…which he probably did, I just need to find time to go over the tape again and find where he cheated…but am I the person to do that?”

Aubrianna shakes her head.

“No, because I am someone who always looks to the future, and I refuse to stay stuck in the past. What happened is behind me and I am looking forward to doing what orange oompa loompa in the White House would love to do; kick a journalist’s head off. Oh but little Lis Meyers is popular? The people love her?”

The Most Valuable Powers scoffs.

“You think I give a damn about the people? What they think means nothing to me. They don’t sign my paychecks. That’s why I do whatever the hell I want whenever the hell I want. That’s why I do whatever is best for my bottom line. So Lis Meyers, you can BE loved, you can be cherished, you can be the popular girl. But me? I’m going to be the winning girl. I’m going to be that girl who gets right back to her winning ways by beating your hashtag Fake News ass all over the Underground.”

Her vapid sneer turns into a confident grin.

“But it’s ok, Lis, because even though you are going to have your ass handed to you on a silver platter tonight, you can still have the honor of being one of my many victims. Soon my name will be on the tongue of each and every one of those leeches you call fans. Soon Aubrianna Powers will be a damn household name. And whether you like it or not, you and everyone else will soon have to recognize that I am THE MOST VALUABLE POWERS!”

With that Aubrianna Powers turns and storms away.

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PROJECT YORK
TORNADO TAG MATCH
Project Venom (Lin & Rin) v. The Modern Myths (Lukas & Helena York)



Lin and Rin make a good showing off the bell, the pair working in tandem well as Lin follows Rin’s lead under the Tornado Tag rules. Pierce is ringside and watches intently at the apron as they take on The Modern Myths, Lukas and Helena also working fluidly as only twins (even fraternal) seem to do. It’s this sense of reading each other’s minds that seems to give the Myths an edge after the early portion of the match, though Lin breaks free of Lukas and knocks him out of the ring and then it’s not a good time to be Helena as PV execute VeNom Spray I, Lin lifting her up for a big Ganso Bomb but holding her up in position, so Rin can catch her with a Superkick! Down then into the bomb with Lin ending up on his knees and he floats over for the pin but here’s Lukas with a kick to the head of Lin before Rin can stop him!

The match carries on like this a bit, for the next couple moments, until the tide turns after a misstep by Lin, he collides with Rin and then is vulnerable for a split second and falls prey to Lukas’ Swinging Reverse STO that he flows smoothly into a DDT then rolls out of the way as here’s Helena with a Swanton Bomb! She moves and Lukas goes to cover, only to get Speared almost right out of his boots… by Pierce! The referee quickly waves for the bell and gives the match to The Modern Myths via DQ as Rin sits up and realizes what’s happened and gives a look to Pierce.

WINNERS: The Modern Myths (Lukas & Helena York) via DQ (08:52)





“Bleed It Out” by Linkin Park barely has time to start playing as all three members of Project Venom attack Lukas and Helena! The beat down is brutal but short, the PV members content to leave a pointed message before they bail out of the ring and head to the back.

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We catch up with James Lambert Jnr as he paces back and forth in a corridor somewhere backstage at the Civic Center and he obviously has something on his mind

“It feels like it’s been a hell of a long time since I last stepped in the ring” Lambert drawls, with a hint of regret and a large slice of irritation in his voice as he states the obvious, “So I gotta ask, why the hell is that? Anyone with a pair of eyes in their head’ll know I kick it up a notch when the pressure’s on, yet when the guy runnin’ the show was lookin’ for some people to represent Underground against Rise, where the hell was the knock on my door? That’s the kinda shit you take personal, you know, ‘cause it looks like the guy signin’ your paycheck doesn’t think you’re someone who can hold your own. That’s a slap in the face for me, just as it’d be a slap in the face for anyone else told to sit on the bench and watch somebody else get hand-picked to represent the brand. But it ain’t just that, I look at the last bunch of shows and again I didn’t get a shot, so I have to ask why the hell that is.”

Instead of pushing the point further, Lambert catches his breath and uses his tongue to moisten his lips, although he can’t help but click his tongue as he does so

“As pissed as I am that I got benched for so long, there’s one thing that’ll piss me off more: coming back and then givin’ people a reason to bench me. Any armchair commentator’ll be sayin’ that I should be fresh after having time off to get some R&R, so I got no excuse to not come in at the top of my game and remind people who need remindin’ that I shouldn’t have been benched in the first place. And, yeah, you bet the nickle at the bottom of your pocket Ymir Ocampos is sayin’ something along those same lines, since she didn’t have the chance to show what she could do against RISE either, and that asks the question: why the hell is that? After all, a few months back a whole buncha us were left outta the loop when that same dude who signs our checks declared war on the other brands, and when you start to see a pattern you start to ask some inconvenient questions.”

Realizing that he’s strayed back onto the original topic in spite of his best efforts not to, Lambert lets out a frustrated grunt and throws his arms in the air

“What I’m tryin’ to say is that, after a bunch of shows took place and I was nowhere to be seen, what I want more than anythin’ else is to get back on the horse and show what I can do, ‘cause if there’s a buncha people watchin’ and they all ask the same question, then I’m gonna be happy ‘cause it sucks to be the last to find shit out. So what I want more than anything else is to step into the ring and get the damn job done, get the job done in a way people’ll say I know what the hell I’m doin’, and then go on to get the damn job done time and again to remind people what I can do. Some people’ll call that ‘value’ or some shit, but I don’t: I call it what I’ve done since I got here, and if that makes me Underground’s best-kept secret that means I gotta let a few more people know what I can do.”

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FORMER CHAMPION v CHALLENGER RIVAL
SUBMISSION MATCH
James Lambert Jr. v. Ymir Ocampos


This match, if anything, was pretty short and sweet. That was until the closing moments, but sweet for the most part. Lambert had something to prove, yet Ymir was still looking for that first victory in the Underground, and her enthusiasm was infectious. She took advantage a number of times with her well regarded striking ability, but was instantly distracted when Izzy showed up on the stage to sarcastically applaud her. She took her eye completely off of the ball and that is when Lambert struck, proving a point to management and the Jury that he should not have been left off of the recent cards with some truly amazing strikes and throws. After the Heartattack & Vine (Corner Clothesline followed by a Northern Lariat), he pulled the popular Ymir into the Water's Edge - Cross-Legged Brainbuster, before locking in the Cruciate Killer Kneebar, very quickly getting the submission win.

WINNER: James Lambert Jr. via Submission (4:33)

Izzy applauded and laughed at the top of the stage, as Lambert stared a hole in her, but shook it off as he had his arm raised and briefly celebrated a successful return to the Underground ring.

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The outer door of the Civic Arena bangs open and Kitty steps outside for a few moments, her head turning this way and that as if she’s seeking something - or someone, outside. Knowing what lies ahead this evening for Kitty with the mixed tag team matches, it might not be far-fetched to guess she is looking for Ruby Tyler to perhaps expand on her Tweets towards her. There is a bit of a smile on the Siren’s lips, a bounce in her step that doesn’t go unnoticed by the security guards as she pauses to look up at the night sky despite the lights from the parking lot hazing her view of the stars. After a moment, she stretches and then continues on, and up ahead she sees a man standing near a rented BMW. It’s not a top of the line but still looks new-ish, and her head tips a bit in curiosity as she takes in the scene. It seems that the young man has locked himself out of the car and Kitty moves closer she hums slightly under her breath.

“Well this sucks. Who the hell makes cars without keypads anymore? Who has to live like this?! Maaaaan...”

The young man, decked out in a white-and-blue tank top and a black beanie covering messy brown hair, slaps the side pillar of the car and groans loudly before turning on his heel to make his way toward the Civic Arena-- but stops in his tracks as he nearly bumps into the casually-approaching Kitty. Upon a closer inspection in the light, it’s clear that the young man is former HKW Bloodlust Champion “BIG MASE” Mason Mannion.

“Oh! Well hellu there!” Mason smiles broadly and reaches out to casually lean on the side of the car-- but cleanly misses and stumbles, catching himself with his palm on the hood of the car. “Howyoudoin?”

Kitty’s expression is clearly curious instead of the possibly cruelly amused that it would have been in the past, her voice showing a bit of that as it dawns on her that this is the same Mason that she’s interacted with quite often in the past on Twitter. She offers up a smile, and while her expression seems almost distant and dreamy the smile warms it up.

“Oh I know you, are you here to speak with the Liar King?”

She pauses, and an almost but not quite impish smile comes to her lips as she turns just slightly back towards the building.

“Don’t sign anything Barabbas slides under your nose until your representative reads it. You’re too much to be taken in though, I’m sure.”

Mason looks as if he has a response at the ready… but mumbles the word “representative” under his breath, looking down for a moment. He clears his throat and nods, looking up at Kitty with the look of a classic BSer. “Of course. I mean… I wouldn’t dream of just blindly uh… agreeing to anything anyone throws at me without letting it… uh… make its way through the proper channels first.” Mason clears his throat and shoots a glance into the driver’s window of his car before awkwardly tiling his head back toward Kitty. “But the uh… ‘Liar King’, huh? That’s a little heavy.”

Kitty takes a breath, and her expression becomes so soft, almost caring and her smile becomes very gentle as she reaches out a hand and lightly rests it on his wrist.

“Take a moment, later on? And watch what he said to me at the last show. He offered me a title shot as a reward for what I’d done, my wins, and then said I could only have it if I betrayed the one person who has saved me over and over.”

Kitty’s eyes glimmer, and then she blinks as if to regain herself.

“You know Caintigern, I suspect? The Drowned Goddess? He promised her a place and made her jump through hoops… and then he tossed her out anyway. After all she did for him. Mason…”

She adds a sweet lilt to his name her voice lowering just a touch, as her vibrant eyes seek to make eye contact with his. Mason blinks rapidly. His own eyes flicker a bit as he recalls the things he’d seen over the weeks, but again, he’s unable to voice a response. Instead, he’s jolted back to reality as Kitty speaks again, still in the soothing tone.

“You don’t have anyone in your corner, do you. An agent, a lawyer, an advocate? It’s okay… when I started I didn’t either and I thought I could do it all on my own. I couldn’t… and if you want? I’ll help you okay? You’ve always been so nice to me, on Twitter.”

Mason opens his mouth, but no words come out for a moment. He glances toward the Civic Arena and then back toward Kitty, considering his response for a moment.

“I… don’t. I mean-- I mean I saw what went down, and the look he gave you and the talk about… about being ‘above’ you and ‘wars to come’. I…”

He runs a hand back over his hair, snatching off his beanie, squeezing it in his hands as he looks toward the arena again and then back toward Kitty.

“I mean, yeah. I think maybe with a boss-- or someone in power like that, having a support system would be uh… pretty sick. Yeah. Yeah.”

Mason says it louder each time as if convincing himself, giving Kitty a firm nod, but quickly stammers as he goes to follow up.

“That would be awesome! And like, same, you know? Your back, I mean. Like-- I have it. Your back. Yeah.”

Kitty just beams a sweet, vibrant smile at Mason at his last words especially, and she pats his wrist before dropping her hand.

“I’m glad. It’s very good to have people that will know what to do, in a place like this. You can be free, Mason… to be everything you’re meant to be and I’m so happy that you know it too. I’ll get the security man to help with your car, he’ll know the best local place to call. See?”

Kitty smiles again and turns away, heading back towards the arena entrance as Mason stands there, looking slightly baffled by the whole exchange. After a deep breath, he pulls the beanie back on, but his eyes drift back toward the off-screen, departing Kitty with a curious gaze as we fade away.


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Underground cameras caught Zoe Thorne storming down a hallway after her earlier run-in with Brytain Rollins. The 2017 UG wrestler of the year was ranting up a storm-- unclear if she was actually aware she was speaking to anyone-- but the cameras picked it up anyways. She said she ain’t one to play with. When you come into her streets, running yo mouth right to her face that’s a challenge. Well Zoe Thorne ain’t ever one to back down from one. She throws these fists and feets anywhere, anytime, anyplace, that’s why she the Underground King. Kicking a pair of double doors open, she loudly yelled out “Pinky! We gon’ do the murder dance!” whatever that means, and continued off out of sight.

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We cut backstage to a hallway where several staff are keeping their distance as the Underground new hire, Raksha paces back and forth growling and muttering with one of catering’s Deathstakes in her mouth, and another in her hand. The Wildling was clearly not happy and staff was making sure to keep their distance. Finally she stops and pulls the steak from her mouth, chewing and swallowing before she let herself finally be heard.

Raksha: GRUNDLE LICKING DIRT EATING FUCKTRUMPET!

There was a moment of silence.

Raksha: What good?! What good did that stupid fucking fucktart hitting me with a bell do? Huh? She didn’t win, all she did was get a lifetime supply of headbutts all locked and fucking loaded! It was useless, pointless, a lie to herself! A lie as bad as skim milk!

The Wildling took another bite of steak as she paced only to stop and glare at a confused staff member.

Raksha: Skim milk...IT’S WATER PRETENDING TO BE MILK!

The staff member takes a careful step back as Raksha growled.

Raksha: And tonight Raksha is lucky to have a match, teaming with people to punch people and get people to beat up other people...but Raksha can’t get it out of her head, her debut marked by the antics of a STUPID UGLY-ASS FUCKTRUMPET! If you’re going to go out of your way to piss me off at least make something out of it, but no you do all that and get LITERALLY JACK SQUAT FOR IT!

The wildling huffed and sat down against the wall, finishing one steak in a matter of seconds.

Raksha: But that’s the past, right? Past, behind, next is 3 on 3, next is House of Horrors. Teamed with Bloody Mary and Alexa Corra, it is a new test. This time teamwork... and I swear on Red Meat Raksha will come out strong.

The Wild woman shoved the next steak in her mouth before pushing past staff who stared at her like a wild animal had just barged through the hallway.


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We cut to the backstage of the arena. The beautiful blonde haired beauty Aubrianna Powers is sitting in the dressing room with her feet propped up on a stool. She is staring at a television monitor, watching the proceedings of the night. She is not alone; with her is her boyfriend, Dexter Russell.

“This is absolutely ridiculous! This is uncalled for!”

“What is it, Aubrey?”
Dexter asks, arching an eyebrow out of curiosity.

“Look at all these losers ahead of me on the card! Do they not know who I am? I am The Most Valuable Powers! I belong in a better spot than in the early show against Lis Meyers and you know it!”

“I hate to break it to you, Aubrey,”
Dexter smirks knowingly “but look at the names of the talent pool ahead of you. Lady Magdalena is a former world champion, James Edwards…who made you tap out last show, might I add…plus this is just your third match in Underground.”

Aubrianna frowns. “Dex, babe, quit letting your facts get in the way of MY good story.”

“Sorry, Aubrey, but I am a journalist. It’s second nature for me to ask the tough questions.”
Dexter responds, smiling sheepishly.

“Yeah, and I love you no matter what, but tonight I hope you don’t take offense when I beat the crap out of a stupid journalist wannabe Lis Meyers.”

“None taken.”
Dexter shakes his head.

“Good, because you know, despite what I said, I accept the fact that I am new here. I accept that I have to make my own way and earn my way to the top. To do that I have to make an impact and unfortunately for little miss Lis Meyers that means kicking her head off of her shoulders and thus making a statement at her damn expense.”


She stands up and places her hands on her hips. “I am Aubrianna Powers, I am Simply The Best, and Lis Meyers will find that out tonight, THE HARD WAY!”

Aubrianna Powers turns and walks out of the dressing room. Her boyfriend, Dexter Russell, watches with a grin on his face.

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THE POWER OF THE PRESS
TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
Aubrianna Powers v Lis Meyers


Lis Meyers was still widely popular with the Underground faithful, one of the UG originals that always warmed the crowd with her presence. Powers was one of the newest signings to the Silver Brand and nobody liked her. Clearly. She was booed out of the building as soon as she passed through the curtain, but that didn’t seem to deter her one bit. It seemed that this only made Powers more focused, in the same way that the cheers for Meyers seemed to fire her up.

What came next was an incredibly close encounter, Meyers having a very clear technical advantage, whilst Powers striking ability was causing Lis all sorts of problems. It was back and forth from the very start, Meyers using her unbelievable power to take her down with a Northern Lights Suplex and a Belly to Back Suplex, keeping her grounded afterwards with stomps to the leg as she went for the famous Sharpshooter. But Powers kicked her off, rolling to the outside on several occasions to escape Meyers and get a breather. Once she was on the assault, her Axe Kicks and Spinning Heels gave her the advantage, getting a near fall with a Sit-out Reverse DDT, which only brought a one count.

Meyers looked like she had it after an expertly delivered Death Valley Driver, but Powers managed to get her hands on the bottom rope. Lis could not believe it, looking shocked as she went back to Powers, but she got caught up in a roll up with Powers grabbing the ropes. Meyers, with her strength, managed to kick out, only barely. Lis clearly knew what Powers attempted, but as she tried to point it out, Aubrianna nailed her clean across the face with a Reverse Roundhouse Kick as the Jury booed. She then completed The Powers That Be with the springboard Asai Moonsault, making the cover and getting the win.

WINNER: Aubrianna Powers (7:17)


The Jury booed loudly, not taking to Powers and her ego as she refused to have her hand raised by the referee, instead electing to celebrate up the ramp instead. Meyers looked upset at what happened, trying to keep herself calm in the aftermath, but she did look seriously ticked off at what had occurred, as the show cut to an advertisement for House of Pain: Fall Of Tyrants.

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We cut...somewhere, deep in the bowels of the Civic Arena, to the usual shaky, unsteady filming that accompanies the inevitable appearance of Bloody Mary--but, at first, the darkness is so all-encompassing that the only thing the camera can pick up is the clicking of heels against cement. First a slow pace...then getting more and more rushed...then, eventually, coming to a complete stop, staring out into...nothingness.

A single light emerges, at the end of the hall is a figure. Instead of approaching it, though, the camera begins to back away, further and further down the hall, toward ANYTHING else. The figure makes no move to follow--in fact, it makes no move, full stop, except to turn its head in the vague direction of the camera, but that doesn’t stop the retreat.

What does is a thud, as the cameraman bumps into...something, the scene slowly panning around to find find a mannequin with knives pierced through its hands, bloody tears painted down its otherwise featureless face. Painted diagonally across the torso, seemingly in the mannequin’s blood--if such a thing existed--is one...well. You could maybe call it a word.

AЯЯOC

The cameraman whips around to see if the figure is still there--and, with a sigh of immense relief, he finds that, indeed, the shadow at the end of the hall is still at the end of the hall. There’s a mutter about being “tired of this,” before he moves around the mannequin, just trying to get out of this seemingly interminable hallway. He pushes a door open, and it seems to lead into the main body of the arena--another sigh of relief is interrupted, though, by a body dropping from nowhere, a meat cleaver stabbed into its back. The dripping blood, so to speak, again spells out a...kind of word.

EE⅃

Anxiously, the camera again turns down the hallway--despite being, seemingly, safely into the main body of the Civic Arena, he has to check again, and again, the figure is still down there, stock still, seemingly just...staring in the direction of the door. As we pan back around, it’s to the cameraman’s relief that we still find the body of the arena, and nothing’s changed...but when he walks into the next room, it’s littered with weapons, ranging from more common professional wrestling staples, like the kendo stick, to knives, scissors, and even a lawn dart.

In the middle of it all, though, scrawled in the same...blood that littered the mannequins’ bodies, is a warning...

BLOODY MARY!

BLOODY MARY!

BLOODY M

The last part of the message never finished, and the camera slowly pans up...into the pale-eyed face of the Demon of the Underground herself. She grins a sadistic, bloody smile, standing above the camera, leaning down to stare directly into it...rather than her usual scream, though, she just smiles for a second or two, then the lights go black for only a split second, and Mary’s gone, along with all her weapons, and the last thing the camera sees is a crowd of people gathering, repeatedly questioning if the cameraman is “alright,” before the footage cuts out.

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NEW BLOOD RISING
TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
Fallon Reid v. Charlie Samuels v. Ryan Cruz


The match began with a very fast pace with all three competitors exchanging blows. As time wore on, all three competitors managed to get in their own fair share of offense before Charlie and Fallon ended up knocking Ryan Cruz out of the ring with a double clothesline. With their attention now on each other, Fallon and Charlie proceeded to battle it out. Fallon used her speed to gain the advantage as Charlie went for a clothesline but Fallon ducked under it and took him down with a crucifix pin. Fallon got a two count before Charlie kicked out. Fallon waited for Charlie to get to her knees and she charged her, looking to drive her knees into her face. Charlie countered and caught her before lifting her up for a snap suplex, followed by an elbow drop. Charlie pinned Fallon but Reid managed to kicked out after two. Ryan Cruz returned to the fold, still relatively fresh, and wiped Charlie out with a running boot to her face.

Ryan then eyed the turnbuckle before he climbed it, ready to show off his athleticism. When Charlie Samuels got to her feet, Ryan leaped off and went for a diving clothesline but Charlie countered and dropped him with a superkick to the jaw. As Charlie looked to capitalize, Fallon tried to take her off guard, which she did as she dropped Charlie with a hurricanrana driver. Fallon attempted a pin but the attempted pin was stopped at two, when Ryan dove in to break it up. For a moment all three competitors were down. Ryan and Charlie were first to their feet. Charlie ducked a clothesline from Ryan and rebounded to deliver a running lariat. Fallon leaped in, landing a dropkick that sent Samuels flying backward into the turnbuckle. Charlie staggered forward and Fallon dropped her with an enziguri. Fallon went to climb the turnbuckle but as she got to the top, Charlie got back to her feet and charged Fallon before knocking her down and she took a nasty spill to the outside of the ring. The battle between Charlie and Fallon gave Ryan the chance to take advantage. Ryan attacked Charlie from behind, rolling her up into a pinfall attempt which was stopped at two when Charlie kicked out. Ryan got up to his feet and tried to pick Charlie up but she shoved him off of her.

Ryan then turned, Samuels charged at him and took him out with a flying knee. Samuels then springboarded off of the ropes and nailed Landmine (Lionsault). Samuels pinned Ryan but Ryan managed to get his foot up on the ropes right before the referee could get to the three count. Charlie looked to be shocked. She stood and stalked over Ryan. Charlie stepped back, ready to hit Ryan with an even bigger move. Ryan stirred and Charlie charged but before Charlie could complete the move she was looking for, Fallon slid back into the ring and she leaped in the air, grabbing Charlie by her head and hitting a cutter out of nowhere. Before Fallon could make the pin, Ryan took her out with Skydive (Spinning Tornado Kick). Cruz then dropped down and hooked the leg as he pinned Fallon and the referee counted to three as Charlie tried to break up the count, but it was too late. Ryan Cruz exited the ring quickly with a grin on his face as he looked towards the ring. Charlie Samuels stood up and glared a hole into Cruz, who had picked up the victory.

WINNER: Ryan Cruz (9:37)


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[Me and my friends were walking home from cheerleading practice when we ran into the creepy clown. ] "Come on, let's get out of here!" [I urged them as I ushered them over to the other side of the street, so we could get away from the scary dude. Something wasn't right about him. Wait, something wasn't right, period. I don't know if it was the raven carrying a songbird in its mouth passing by, but everything about this night was wigging me out to the extent that I was distracted and soon very, very, lost.] "Great, where are we? [I called out.]"Hold on, let me see if I can find someone in this meat factory that can give us directions."[Cindy replied, to which Jessie rolled her eyes and responded.]" Oh my god, it's called a slaughterhouse and it's abandoned, don't go in there-- meat factory. Fine if you really want to go in, I'm going in with you, because you're gonna get yourself lost I can tell. Ginger you stay out here and see if you can get reception on your cell."[As they disappeared into the slaughterhouse a sudden realization dawned on me.]"Wait, I don't have a cellphone on me! Why would you ask me to see if I can get reception when you know I don't have a ph--"[My voice trailed off as I realized they were long gone. Just what I needed with how nervous I was. And just when I thought things couldn't get any worse? A voice called out ...] "Bloody Mary."[Yep, this was going to be a bad night.]

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A CIRCUS HORROR MOVIE
SINGLES MATCH
Anastasia Starling, Miskatonic & Ginger Lee v Alexa Corra, Bloody Mary & Raksha


Alexa Corra stood tall and firm in the centre of the ring as everyone made their entrances, Mary snarling at Ginger behind her and Raksha keeping a close and aggressive eye on everyone. Starling stared a hole in Corra, but seemed a little hesitant, which was very much like her. Ginger complained to the referee that Eldritch was sat in her corner, as she claimed several of her past high school sweethearts had all been slaughtered by the bear, and Miskatonic… Well she was a mute clown. All she did was hold Ana’s hand, which might have been quite heartwarming if it wasn’t for the fact she was a clearly psychotic clown.

Everyone all dived into the action, predictably Mary and Ginger continued on their months long war, with the commentary team questioning whether the bloodshed between them would ever end. Starling went straight for Corra, but she simply brushed her out of her way and speared the Mute Masked Clown to the outside, looking to take some revenge on the woman who had assaulted her pet raven and fired it out of a window. By proxy, Raksha went straight for Ana, who was still shocked that she had been brushed aside by Corra, and she tackled her down and unleashed wild, Canadian, red meat fury upon the dainty vegan.

Outside the ring, the battle between Ginger and Mary was brutal and bloody, both getting busted open quite quickly as they pounded each other into the ring steps, turnbuckle and announcer's table. Neither looked like they wanted to use a single wrestling hold, nor did they seem like they wanted to win, only to hurt each other as much as possible, which is exactly what they had been doing for the majority of this year. In the ring, Starling and Raksha were going for the win though, the Wildling taking down Ana with a fierce DDT, followed by a Flurry of forearms upon the mat. Starling managed to kick her off, then trapped her in an innovative Hurricanrana that sent her to the outside. All five of the women were outside the ring now, Alexa Corra beating down on Miskatonic like she was a mule. At this point, Anastasia sprinted to the ropes, springboarding off with the most beautiful Shooting Star Press that may have ever been seen in the Underground, taking out absolutely everyone as flashbulbs went off around the arena. Everyone was dead on their feet, the Jury standing and applauding the unbelievable display.

It was still madness on the outside, Raksha managing to split the neverending fight between Mary and Ginger up as she targeted Lee, getting a clear advantage on her as they fought on the sidelines. The same could be said of Miskatonic, as she battered Bloody Mary, nodding her head at Eldritch as if she was taking instruction. Starling slid back into the ring, possibly thinking about another high risk attempt to wipe out the floor…

Until she realised Alexa Corra was nowhere to be seen…

Out of seemingly nowhere, the former Underworld Champion appeared, and she drilled Starling into the mat with the American Horror Story, making the pinfall and getting the win in shockingly quick fashion.

WINNERS: Alexa Corra, Bloody Mary & Raksha (10:22)


“I am not like you,” She exclaimed. “I am nothing like you… I am something more!” she claimed, before she rolled out of the ring, leaving the stunned Starling to tend to her wounds, sending a message to the Luminary of the Year, and putting her own name right back on the map with a huge victory.

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The scene cut backstage to Gavin Grimes’ locker room. He stood in front of the camera and kept his eyes on it for a moment. The look in his eyes showed that he meant business tonight.

“Tonight, I’m involved in another tag team match. Last time, I had Lukas York, my best friend, by my side. But today?”

Gavin chuckled to himself as he slowly shook his head.

“Today I team with Mylo Danvers and GRENDEL. For those of you who know about my time here in the Underground, you’ve seen me go toe to toe with Mylo over and over again. We had beef back in the day but when it comes to now? I’m over it and beyond it. My focus is on the Underworld Championship, which brings me to GRENDEL.”

A cocky grin rolled across his face as he waved at the camera.

“Hey bud. I know you have this whole, ‘don’t give a shit’ demeanor’ and all of that but guess what? I do give a shit. You might not bleed Underground but I do, and you want to know what that means? It means you don’t deserve to hold that Underworld Championship. That belt belongs to me and I’m still rightfully the number one contender. While Rachel ran off after RISE invaded, because she wanted no part of it, I stood my ground and I took care of business. I supported the place that has always supported me. But you?”

Gavin scoffed and shook his head.

“You do the things you do out of spite. You couldn’t care less if Underground stayed open or not, am I right? You legit don’t care about any of this. It’s why you talk about not caring for the Underworld Championship and how you just want to see people clamor for it. Honestly? If that’s your motivation, then you’re in the wrong business. Your motivation should be to elevate yourself and others around you, along with the Underground. But nah, you just want to bring people down and you want to see them crash and fail. It’s why you beat Brett Sands, because you thrived off seeing him crash and burn, it wasn’t because you wanted UG to live. But guess what? As long as I’m around, UG will always be around and I’m going to see to it because I’m the fuckin’ captain of this place. I’m the fuckin’ Cult Classic Winner and guess what? I’m the next Underworld Championship.”

He nodded confidently as he paused for a moment, letting his words sink in.

“As for the Trios Tornado Match tonight? GRENDEL and Mylo? Stay outta my way and let me go to work. When it comes to Dickie, Conor and Sandy? I know they all bring a lot to the table and that they’re very talented. But there’s a reason they’re called ‘the newly sentenced’ and my group is called ‘ death row’. We’ve been here since basically the beginning. My sentence happened a long time ago and now when you look at me? You see Underground. Gavin Grimes and Underground go hand in hand, and they always will. That’s a lesson that Dickie and the gang are gonna be learning real soon later tonight. Got it?"

He smiled.

“Good.”

Gavin walked out of the camera’s view and the scene cut away.

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We open in the backstage area of the Civic Arena here in Pittsburg and upon the image of Sarah Sorlie who stands with her back leaning up against the wall. Dressed in her gray UG ring attire and sporting a black “Anastasia Starling” logo shirt, her hair is pulled back today with a headband and a look of pure business is on her face. Tonight was a big night for her - as they always were. She will be working a split tag team match with ½ of the champions vs her best friend’s wife and Elijah Redmayne.

Needless to say… This was a big one

Sarah Sorlie: “So here we go all over again. Another week in the Underground and the Jury has apparently sentenced me to work a match with Kevin Hardaway against Minerva Janus and Elijah Redmayne. To be perfectly honest with you, I don’t know what the logic was behind this decision except to suggest that Mr. Barabbas gets off on chaos and disorder.”

She mused aloud, her arms crossed her chest as she stood there alone in the hallways of a very busy place. All around her was the noise of an arena - from the fans buzzing to the commotion of a backstage area in general. And why wouldn’t they? UG 36 has been an outstanding show to this point - and all signs suggested that it would only get better before the night was out.

Sarah Sorlie: “Personally, I’d rather be tagging with my actual partner… But yanno, since that doesn’t seem to be allowed lately. So I’m going to go out there with K-Hard and we’re going to put on a tag team Clinic against the equally jumbled team of Minnie and Elijah.”

Minnie was probably the more ‘talented’ of the Daughters when it comes to her work in the ring. She was the shining star of her tag team, and the fact that Athena somehow became the ECWF Champion at Jacked 001 was still causing ripples through the industry. Heck, she’d seen Athena earlier toting around her new title backstage of a UG show

That wasn’t likely to earn her any likes around here…

But none of that mattered, did it? Her sister Cora would be forced to contend with Athena (and likely Zoey as well) - Sarah’s job was much clearer tonight. And there would be no wrench-wielding psychopath floating around the ring for her match.

Well… Hopefully

Sarah Sorlie: “Don’t get me wrong, I have nothing but respect for Hardaway. The guy’s a baller - but I’m sure he’d rather be teamed with Ruby than with me all the same. But the one thing that we can both agree upon is that we’re going to go out there tonight and show you why we’re two of the best tag team wrestler in the whole industry. We’re going to go out there and throw it all against the wall vs Janus and Redmayne, and we expect to walk away winners”

That wouldn’t be an easy task by any measure if the word. Especially given the talent across the ring from them. The one advantage they have is that the Daughters of Janus never seem to be as focus or quite ‘right’ when they’re not teamed with each other in a tag match.

Together they are a force | Apart they are just wrestlers.

Sarah Sorlie: “This doesn’t change our stance on the Tornado Tag Titles, however. For months, I’ve been working my butt off here in the Underground, taking every challenge and every opportunity with the utmost seriousness. I’ve beaten legends like Andreas Lasiewicz and fought against the best and brightest this business has to offer”

And she’s done it successfully…

Sarah Sorlie: “Cora and I have bested your tag teams. We’ve defeated the Daughters of Janus, and we continue to thrive - even in these awkward matches. We deserve a shot at Ruby Way and the Tornado Tag Titles… And tonight will be one more reason as to why WE deserve our opportunity to hold the most prestigious tag titles in this sport.”

“HA!”


A familiar voice interrupts Sarah’s vignette grabbing the Canadian’s attention as she narrows her eyes and pulls off the wall. The jury here in Pittsburg boo aloud at the sight of Zoey Adler as she saunters into the scene with a snarky grin on her face.

Zoey Adler: “Seriously right now? You’re as stupid as you look if you actually think that anyone other than the Daughters of Janus deserve a shot at the Tornado Tag Titles. They only lost them because of the gauntlet and are still owed a rematch for them. So get in line BEHIND the ECWF Champion and her sister”

This seems to only drive the jury into more dissent. Maybe not because they dislike the Daughters as much as they dislike Zoey in general.

Sarah Sorlie: “Oh right… Your wife. The woman who drew last in a battle royal and only had to beat you to “win” the championship. We’re not in the ECWF, this is the Underground. So get with the program”

Zoey Adler: “Awww, are you jealous? Look, it’s not my fault that my wife is a champion. It’s not my fault that she’s gorgeous. It’s not my fault that she can actually speak English. Don’t be sour because your girlfriend talks like she has peanut butter stuck to the roof of her mou- -”

-SLAP!-

The fleshy sound of Sarah slapping Zoey across the face with viciousness echoes out over the hallways and sends Adler down to the floor. The crowd goes WILD as Sorlie turns and walks out of the scene leaving Adler holding her face as she sits on her knees….


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“We’ve been long overdue for a talk, Mike…”

The area around was as barebones and simplistic as you could make it. The white walls of a locker room inside of the Civic Arena in the Steel City of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, a dim fluorescent light providing the way for the camera lens filming all of this to see the man sat across from it in a bench - a pair of black kick pads, wrestling boots, plain black wrestling trunks and white wrist tape being all he wore, leaving the remainder of his body exposed to be seen - the physique still showcased in full with defined muscles from front to back, scars and bruises of wars from days past and with a few moments to reflect on what he needed to say, Leander Apollo’s head finally rose from looking at the floor beneath him to meet the camera lens, the world at large and one man that he was long overdue to address.

“I told you clear as day that there wouldn’t be any bodies trampled until you got through me first. Somewhere in the equation, Isaac decided to see if my word held any weight by putting you in the position to get your bodies first before you faced me. I could guess all the reasons as to why, but that’s a conversation for another time.” The particular clarification echoed slightly through the walls as he leaned back onto the wall, feeling the chill of the concrete surface against his skin nearly give him goosebumps on the spot. “So I showed up and did what I did. And in that process, you’ve shown something else...and with it, a confirmation of the one suspicion I’ve had ever since Isaac brought you in.”

The floor beneath him is clean, there’s no sight of bloodshed or violence or any semblance of retaliation for certain words that were spoken on the last show involving his mentor. There is a frown on his face as he thinks on this, knowing well the consequences that are coming now and within his future for uttering it…

“You’re nothing more than his attack dog. An attack dog that has been carefully picked out by Isaac Bongartz to go after anything that defies him...”

His expression almost drops after saying it. Disappointment, sadness, one cannot exactly tell what’s behind it but it is enough to cause Leander Apollo’s voice to take on a tone he was unlikely to use with someone he’s considered a friend over the years unless the situation direly called for him.

“And the worst part of it? You are probably in on it. Because you’re a lot of things, Michael Norcia...but stupid isn’t one of them. So, the fact that you are happily willing to swing fists alongside Eileen Amaro in past affairs and now alongside the undead man himself without so much as batting an eye about it...and you wonder why I sprung up into action, Mike? Because let’s get this straight,” He stated, his expression taking on a more stern gaze to the camera lens filming his every movement. “...This isn’t about being a hero. This is about protecting my family, about having the backs of the people who have been there since day one...people that you are going to be sent after like the attack dog you have now become under Isaac’s muzzle, regardless of whether this was before or after your revenge attack on the RISE children. Because it’s just like you said, Mike…this doesn’t stop here! And I know you...well enough to know that you’ll go after Jackie...after Lady...after Andreas himself if Isaac so much as tells you to do it, promising you the fighting that you are so enamored by to the point that it drove you out of retirement!”

Staring off at the camera for a few moments, he lets those words hang and sink in prior to sighing. There was a hollow laughter that rang through him, unexpected and yet, chilling as he came to a sudden realization that he’d been wrestling with for the better part of weeks, a reason why he kept himself away from cameras and any kind of social media.

“Sure. You’re absolutely correct that I cannot save everyone...” He finally concluded. “But I can save my family from your wrath and by proxy - from Isaac’s bullshit - by putting you down, Michael Norcia! ...Even if it means having to do it permanently!”

He gritted his teeth as he carried on, almost as if bracing himself for a Hand of God coming his way.

“Tonight is going to be the start of that. Because the only way that I will ever get this through to you and make sure that you cannot hurt anyone in my family is to be the one that puts a stop to you LONG before the Tyrant tries to use you for his plans,” There is a brief pause, as Leander shifts his jaw from side to side, slowly and almost in a mocking manner to that of Old Man Norcia himself in his own bloody address the previous weeks. “You can try to treat this all as just another simple fight that you have to get through but let me make one thing crystal clear, old man...

Your Hand of God...”


He stood up to his feet, looking the camera lens straight in the eye.

“It doesn’t have what it tak--”

Before another word can be said, there’s a knock on the door before two people enter the shot in question...those happening to be his tag team partners for the evening in Lady Magdalena and Jackie Fowler, who are already in their wrestling gear as well with the two of them taking a whole good look at Leander Apollo and his get-up before Fowler finally speaks up.

“Uh, mate? Did yer tights not make the flight or something?”

Magdalena, on the other hand, simply blinks and the camera lens does capture the look on her face as a look of concern appears within her features.

“Are you certain this is the route you wish to go, Myron?” she asked, getting a nod from Leander Apollo in return. “...Well, I suppose this is going to require a few more adjustments to our own strategy tonight. But the timing is right on that, for once.”

Now it was Fowler’s turn to blink. “Wait, Frog? Leo? Can somebody explain to me what is going on?”

Leander exhaled, approaching his friend and simply patting him on the shoulder while passing by him. “Just something I’ve gotta do,” he explained, before walking off from the camera shot and leaving his two tag team partners to discuss amongst themselves what they are to expect come tonight and beyond.


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SPECIAL GUEST GRUDGE MATCH?
SINGLES MATCH
Eileen Amaro v Ashleigh Powell


There was quite a bit of interest in this one, pairing Bobby B. Barabbas’ chosen contender for GRENDEL’s Underworld Championship against one of the biggest up and comers from outside of the Underground in a surprising guest match. Even though Eileen was one of UG’s own, Powell seemed to garner the better reaction, many of the Jury really wanting to see her in action to see if the plaudits she had been receiving since returning to the ring were worth it.

There was a tense stare down between the Empire Star and the Number One Contender for the Underworld Championship, and whether this was bad blood between them, or whether they simply wanted to prove themselves against each other, nobody could be quite sure. But if anything, it could have been both, as they truly did go to war.

It was Eileen who had the early advantage, her boxing jabs, hooks and uppercuts causing all sorts of problems for the 22 year old from Miami, Florida. But Powell managed to get back into it, ducking out of the way and flooring Eileen with a stunning dropkick to the knee, followed by rolling over her back right into a beautifully executed DDT that drew much applause. Powell shocked everyone as she went straight for the Symphony of the Ring (Spinning Fisherman's Suplex), the Jury on their feet for the upset, but Eileen managed to get her foot on the ropes to break the pinfall, much to Powell’s dismay.

Powell was in the driving seat for the next few minutes, showing experience beyond her years with a number of submission holds that wore down her FFW Hall of Fame opponent, a Crossface Chicken Wing and the White Light (STF) being particular highlights, and Eileen had to go for the ropes both times to free herself. She was in a world of trouble, but she managed to reverse a suplex attempt, rolling her around and yanking her in for the Riptide Clothesline! Everyone was stunned by the veteran move, but she took too long to make the cover and Powell kicked out at two.

There was much back and forth as Eileen got herself back into the game, taking control with a Bionic Elbow that stunned her, before German Suplexing her almost out of her boots for a near fall. Another near fall came after a Stardust Revolution – Corkscrew Moonsault, flashbulbs going off, but the count was two yet again. Amaro went to finish things with another Riptide, but Powell managed to reverse this into a Fujiwara Armbar, almost bringing the submission out, but using the referee, she yanked him into Powell with her free hand, as boos echoed out around the arena.

Powell took down Amaro once more with a Piledriver, before ascending the turnbuckles. She pointed at Amaro, before coming back off with The Magnum Opus - Top Rope Twisting Stunner… But Eileen had it scouted and rolled backwards. Powell landed on her backside in a huff, being yanked to her feet by Amaro who gave her another Riptide, making the cover but the ropes were her enemy this time as opposed from her saviour, as Ashleigh’s foot was just under the ropes. Amaro was incensed, kicking the ropes in a fury that she couldn’t end it. She pulled the groggy Powell up, yanking her back to her for a third Riptide Clothesline, making the mark and turning her inside out…

But she was not done…

Eileen scooped the prone Powell up, putting her between her legs… but she paused, looking slightly hesitant… But she shook it off, picked her up and absolutely DRILLED her with the Sheer Heart Attack - Package Piledriver. The Jury was in shock, but this time Eileen made the cover and got the very easy three count.

WINNER: Eileen Amaro (11:17)


There was silence amongst the Jury, especially given Powell’s long history of concussions, and the Number One Contender to the Underworld title didn’t hang around to celebrate as she exited the ring, the medical team making their way out swiftly to attend to Powell as the show cut to a commercial.

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The outer door of the Civic Arena bangs open and Kitty steps outside for a few moments, her head turning this way and that as if she’s seeking something - or someone, outside. Knowing what lies ahead this evening for Kitty with the mixed tag team matches, it might not be far-fetched to guess she is looking for Ruby Tyler to perhaps expand on her Tweets towards her. There is a bit of a smile on the Siren’s lips, a bounce in her step that doesn’t go unnoticed by the security guards as she pauses to look up at the night sky despite the lights from the parking lot hazing her view of the stars. After a moment, she stretches and then continues on, and up ahead she sees a man standing near a rented BMW. It’s not a top of the line but still looks new-ish, and her head tips a bit in curiosity as she takes in the scene. It seems that the young man has locked himself out of the car and Kitty moves closer she hums slightly under her breath.

“Well this sucks. Who the hell makes cars without keypads anymore? Who has to live like this?! Maaaaan...”

The young man, decked out in a white-and-blue tank top and a black beanie covering messy brown hair, slaps the side pillar of the car and groans loudly before turning on his heel to make his way toward the Civic Arena-- but stops in his tracks as he nearly bumps into the casually-approaching Kitty. Upon a closer inspection in the light, it’s clear that the young man is former HKW Bloodlust Champion “BIG MASE” Mason Mannion.

“Oh! Well hellu there!” Mason smiles broadly and reaches out to casually lean on the side of the car-- but cleanly misses and stumbles, catching himself with his palm on the hood of the car. “Howyoudoin?”

Kitty’s expression is clearly curious instead of the possibly cruelly amused that it would have been in the past, her voice showing a bit of that as it dawns on her that this is the same Mason that she’s interacted with quite often in the past on Twitter. She offers up a smile, and while her expression seems almost distant and dreamy the smile warms it up.

“Oh I know you, are you here to speak with the Liar King?”

She pauses, and an almost but not quite impish smile comes to her lips as she turns just slightly back towards the building.

“Don’t sign anything Barabbas slides under your nose until your representative reads it. You’re too much to be taken in though, I’m sure.”

Mason looks as if he has a response at the ready… but mumbles the word “representative” under his breath, looking down for a moment. He clears his throat and nods, looking up at Kitty with the look of a classic BSer. “Of course. I mean… I wouldn’t dream of just blindly uh… agreeing to anything anyone throws at me without letting it… uh… make its way through the proper channels first.” Mason clears his throat and shoots a glance into the driver’s window of his car before awkwardly tiling his head back toward Kitty. “But the uh… ‘Liar King’, huh? That’s a little heavy.”

Kitty takes a breath, and her expression becomes so soft, almost caring and her smile becomes very gentle as she reaches out a hand and lightly rests it on his wrist.

“Take a moment, later on? And watch what he said to me at the last show. He offered me a title shot as a reward for what I’d done, my wins, and then said I could only have it if I betrayed the one person who has saved me over and over.”

Kitty’s eyes glimmer, and then she blinks as if to regain herself.

“You know Caintigern, I suspect? The Drowned Goddess? He promised her a place and made her jump through hoops… and then he tossed her out anyway. After all she did for him. Mason…”

She adds a sweet lilt to his name her voice lowering just a touch, as her vibrant eyes seek to make eye contact with his. Mason blinks rapidly. His own eyes flicker a bit as he recalls the things he’d seen over the weeks, but again, he’s unable to voice a response. Instead, he’s jolted back to reality as Kitty speaks again, still in the soothing tone.

“You don’t have anyone in your corner, do you. An agent, a lawyer, an advocate? It’s okay… when I started I didn’t either and I thought I could do it all on my own. I couldn’t… and if you want? I’ll help you okay? You’ve always been so nice to me, on Twitter.”

Mason opens his mouth, but no words come out for a moment. He glances toward the Civic Arena and then back toward Kitty, considering his response for a moment.

“I… don’t. I mean-- I mean I saw what went down, and the look he gave you and the talk about… about being ‘above’ you and ‘wars to come’. I…”

He runs a hand back over his hair, snatching off his beanie, squeezing it in his hands as he looks toward the arena again and then back toward Kitty.

“I mean, yeah. I think maybe with a boss-- or someone in power like that, having a support system would be uh… pretty sick. Yeah. Yeah.”

Mason says it louder each time as if convincing himself, giving Kitty a firm nod, but quickly stammers as he goes to follow up.

“That would be awesome! And like, same, you know? Your back, I mean. Like-- I have it. Your back. Yeah.”

Kitty just beams a sweet, vibrant smile at Mason at his last words especially, and she pats his wrist before dropping her hand.

“I’m glad. It’s very good to have people that will know what to do, in a place like this. You can be free, Mason… to be everything you’re meant to be and I’m so happy that you know it too. I’ll get the security man to help with your car, he’ll know the best local place to call. See?”

Kitty smiles again and turns away, heading back towards the arena entrance as Mason stands there, looking slightly baffled by the whole exchange. After a deep breath, he pulls the beanie back on, but his eyes drift back toward the off-screen, departing Kitty with a curious gaze as we fade away.


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A TALE OF MIXED TEAMS PART ONE
TORNADO TAG MATCH
Athena Adler & Kitty Sasso v Ruby Tyler & Cora Sorlie


The match began with gloating, so much gloating. Athena Adler had decided that this was clearly the time and place to celebrate her widely unexpected ECWF Championship victory, and brag she did. She had Darcey Grove (who didn’t seem entirely unwilling) announce her as a true World Champion to the Jury, who didn’t seem best pleased by this, many wanting her to focus on the Underground match at hand, but the majority just generally not liking her at all. The other three in the ring just shook their heads at her antics, especially when she demanded to be cheered for ‘putting the brand on the map’ and that

Sasso herself almost put her down, but held back, clearly wanting a victory as opposed to anything else. The match itself was pretty tight, though Adler was trying to showboat a little too much, celebrating every move as if it was the greatest thing ever delivered, her confidence a little too high as she took it to Cora Sorlie. Kitty and Ruby were battling at the other side of the ring, neither managing to quite get the advantage over each other. Ruby tried to get control with some tough as nails brawling, but Kitty was always able to match her with some wicked kicks.

Athena kept control of Cora with some snazzy snap suplexes (and a lot of hair pulling) while her wife Zoey cheered her on at ringside, but her gloating got too much as Cora almost rolled her up for a pin, Zoey having to pull Athena’s leg under the ropes to save her. Barry spotted this though, and to a huge ovation from the Jury, ejected Zoey Adler from the ringside area!!! Zoey and Athena were livid, complaining loudly about what he had done, telling him that they would have Barabbas fire him right after the show, but The Barry laughed them off. Athena’s distraction almost cost her the match again, as Cora Sorlie took her down with a wonderful Snap DDT, and as Athena tried to get back up, she repeatedly kicked her in the chest as the crowd chanted…

…. But it was not the chant she expected.

SLUT!
SLUT!!
SLUT!!!

Sorlie was shaken by this, with the reference being to her very public relationship breakup, and it truly astounded her. She was then met with a vicious kick from Sasso, who almost got the win there and then, and again after she clocked her with the Boing! Running Bulldog. Ruby, who had been cleaned out by Sasso, managed to recover, but opted for the weakened Adler, taking her down with a Hurricanrana as she knelt up. The match descended into more chaos, with plenty of back and forth, Cora in her anger at the crowd reaction throwing Super Kicks here, there and everywhere, even clocking Tyler with one as Athena ducked the first one thrown. Sasso went straight out of the ring from hers, but landed on her feet. Cora went out after her with a dive, but Kitty just moved out of the way. But in the ring, Athena went to finish Ruby off with the Glorymaker Cutter, but Tyler managed to reverse it, spinning her around as she drilled the ECWF Champion with the Crimson Kiss, getting the cover and the three count.

WINNERS: Ruby Tyler & Cora Sorlie (7:07)


Tyler immediately rolled away, having her arm raised by the referee as she nodded towards Sorlie then made her way out. Kitty looked disappointed, but left without making a fuss, while Athena looked like she was having a hissy fit in the ring, complaining more and more about what had occurred to Barry, who still wasn’t having any of it.


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Up near the concessions worker’s entrance the cameras once again find Kitty Sasso, her curvy form seeming almost poured into her ring gear as the low lights there shimmy off the silvery material, as she stands near Elijah Redmayne. He is perched on a railing, just below this is the top tier of seats with a few unlucky members of The Jury occupying them, and they seem just delighted that he’s there, as they snap photos of him with their cameras. His eyes are closed as he listens to Kitty speak, her voice low but lacking the urgency she might have taken with him in the past. As she talks one of his hands raises to draw up one of her russet red locks, slipping it around his fingers like a sinuous ribbon in a fashion that seems to please Kitty, if her expression is any indication.

“I spoke with one, outside. It seems that the Liar King’s arrogance is growing as he thinks he has all the pawns dancing to his whims.”

Kitty pauses as Elijah’s hand moves up, stroking her hair more fully at the crown of her head. She hums as he does this, and then as she speaks again, a more musical lilt touches her words.

“He’s seeking now, to drive stakes in, to force a gap, scramble where he can. And so I think, we should gather in, and let those he casts aside See. He thinks that he will step on us because we are Beneath… but soon, comes the…”

Redmayne’s hand drops and a finger brushes over her lips, stilling the way she was ordering her thoughts into words. Her eyes grow dreamy again, as Elijah leans in, the hand moving to cup the back of her head as he whispers in her ear, his eyes still closed.

“They are finding us.”

He presses his lips to her temple and his eyes snap open as he turns, then slides over the railing to drop down lightly to the step below. His music then starts as he moves through the crowd, arms out as he moves, even more of the fans chanting for him than the last time he came out. Kitty watches him for a bit before she slips through the door, presumably to make her way down near ringside without distracting from the match that will be going on shortly.

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A TALE OF MIXED TEAMS PART TWO
TORNADO TAG MATCH
Minerva Janus & Elijah Redmayne v Kevin Hardaway & Sarah Sorlie


Firstly, let us note that once again Darcey Grove flat out refused to introduce Sarah Sorlie, and this was noted by the Jury.

These were both very uneasy alliances, but both sets seemed to gel together a lot better than in the previous tag match. Minerva and Elijah though seemed to have more chemistry together, Elijah looking strangely confused as Minnie was able to somehow predict his movements and work around helping him, as if she was working alongside her own sister. With double team offence that would have made long time teams proud, they took it to Sorlie and Hardaway, a Northern Lights Suplex from Redmayne into a Somersault Double Legged Legdrop being a particular highlight. Sarah fought back with some lightning quick dropkicks, forcing her opponents to waste valuable energy as they popped up with each and every kick. Hardaway from no slouch either, taking Minerva down with a brutal looking lariat, which gave an extremely close near fall.

A Flowing Snap DDT from Minerva to Hardaway turned the tide somewhat, and Sarah’s shock had her stumble in Redmayne who drilled her with a Wheel In the Sky Claymore Kick which almost ended things there and then. Minerva then tried to end things with the Kito Clutch - Full Nelson Camel Clutch, with Redmayne giving them another Claymore Kick to the face for good measure, and if it wasn’t for Sarah sliding in to tackle Minerva down, that may have been it. Sarah threw Minerva from the ring, getting a pop as she came out over the top with a stunning over the top rope Senton.

But in the ring, Hardaway somehow managed to get the advantage, whipping Elijah to the corner before meeting him with a series of Running European Uppercuts, and once he staggered out, he planted him with a Lights Out Brainbuster! As he looked to the outside, Minerva had managed to reverse a whip into the ringsteps as she springboarded backwards off of them, taking Sarah out with a beautiful moonsault that had the crowd on their feet. The cheers for Minerva were deafening, and the creepier member of the Janus Twins looked extremely confused by the reception.

Then Hardaway dived through the ropes and flattened her with the GTFO~!

The cheers reverted to the hardocre specialist, who rolled back into the ring. But that was his mistake, as Elijah had been playing possum, and hoisted him up for the Tigerdactyl Genocide - Fireman's Carry Lift to Package Tombstone Piledriver. He made the cover and that was it.

WINNERS: Minerva Janus & Elijah Redmayne (8:49)


Redmayne didn’t celebrate, but merely nodded his head, looking to exit quickly and quietly. But he was startled by the sight of Project Venom, all three of them, standing at the top of the entrance way. Lin and Pierce looked ready to go for it, but Rin yet again held them back, his eyes glued on those four in the ring. Minerva looked over to them with wide eyes, but then the flicks flickered and went out. Moments passed, and as the lights returned, the Daughter of Janus was gone. Now that there were only three, Rin decided this was the time to strike and ordered his men down!

The crowd were on their feet, expecting a wild brawl… But they got one in a different manner, as the Modern Myths came roaring out from behind the curtain and attacked them from behind! Everyone was on their feet, but the brawl was short lived, as Ramsay and the Guy Fawkes masked security force made their way out to split the battle up, drawing boos from the crowd as the battle was quickly split up, leaving Elijah, Sarah and Kevin counting their stars that another war had been averted.

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Cameras open on an out of the way locker room in Civic Arena where the new Underground signing Conor Blackburn's massive frame is sat on a bench facing away from the door. He's dead silent leaning slightly forward with his forehead resting on his hands, and his elbows on his knees. Whether he's relaxing, deep in thought, or just having a serious brood is unclear. Nonetheless this persists before he flatly calls out behind him, without actually turning to see who he's talking to, "Can I help you, Sandy?" Before an answer comes, he decides to clarify that he's not a psychic-- still not actually turning to confirm who he was talking to,“your footsteps; the gait of someone who's been through their share of battles.”

The camera swings around to confirm that Conor’s educated supposition is dead-on, as Sandy Makel steps into the room, letting the door swing slowly closed. If Makel is in any way perturbed by the quality of Blackburn’s ear, he doesn’t show it, his famed poker face settled on a thin smirk. He makes no attempt to step any closer to his soon-to-be partner in tag competition, maintaining a relatively safe distance -or at least, as safe a distance as one can maintain in a closed room with a man like Conor Blackburn. “Huh, I wonder if you’re hearing the back or the knee.” Sandy’s voice dripped with dark humor, Blackburn’s perceptiveness seemingly as amusing to him as it would be unsettling to almost everyone else. ”To answer your question, I was wondering if I could borrow a pen.”

“I see you haven’t lost that famed wit,” Blackburn deadpanned back in a manner that made it tough to tell whether he was sincere, sarcastic, or perhaps somewhere in between. Eventually he stood up and turned around, not saying a word or showing any acknowledgment of the disturbing incident involving Conor and Makel’s longtime associate Georgie Nickles back in the day that Sandy referenced. Clearing his throat, he seemed to be waiting for “Dice” to get on with it.

”Well, I can’t get rid of every terrible habit, life would be too dull.” Sandy never let his gaze waver from Blackburn for even a moment, nor did he let the smirk slip, leaving it uncertain whether the habit he was referring to was his black humor, or his penchant for attempting to goad and antagonize potential threats. ”I was bored. I wanted to see if you were enjoying the irony of the two of us being on the same side as much as I am, even if it is just for a night. Figured I’d ask now, before you handed another piece of barely legal an appointment book and the password to your Twitter account.” Sandy gave a mild shrug and fished what looked like a casino chip - the same one he’d been playing with on camera during the previous show - out of his trouser pocket, then began rolling it across his knuckles expertly, still never taking his eyes off the imposing figure cut by Conor. ”As a former employee of yours, I know how much of a pain it can be trying to get an appointment.”

Conor scratched his chin, “Well, I suppose that’s better than the classic thrown together tag team tactic of showing up in the locker room night of the show to talk last-minute strategy as if there wasn’t all the time in the world to do that in the lead up; classic imbecilic wrestling trope that one is.” He folded his arms across his chest, “Enjoying might be a strong word, given the dynamic of this: you, me, an eager rookie versus champion, his would-be challenger and a ‘lone wolf’ of the self-proclaimed nature, this seems to be throwing a bunch of parts in a blender and seeing what comes out. But, that’s to be expected, there’s a bit of bloat right now. Up to me to assist the show-runners in separating the grain from the chaff. Just as a heads up though? Since we are ... partners. Not to divulge strategy on air, but first thing I intend on doing is launching the big guy flying.” He shrugs, “Call it working the kinks out to get into the flow.”

A moment passed before Blackburn added, “But with that out of the way, just a heads up, yes I will hopefully be hiring a personal assistant to make,” he gestures back and forth with his index finger, “This type of situation a less frequent occurrence. But I assure you, it’s a very legitimate job search; there’s even a posting on Indeed.com.” That seems to be his indication that the conversation is over now.

Sandy flicked the chip in the air, watching it arc in Conor’s direction before flashing out a hand to pluck it from the air, close enough to Blackburn’s face for him to feel an eddy of air on his nose. Blackburn moved nary a muscle, doing a masterful job of hiding any irritation. ”Good luck with that. Do try not to snap this one in half if ever you take another loss.” For the first time since Conor stood up, eye contact was broken, as Sandy turned around towards the door, leaving the memory of Blackburn’s first assistant and agent in PW, Katrina Lazar, hanging in the air. At the door, Sandy paused for a moment. ”As if I’d waste my time talking strategy. Tornado rules being what they are, why bother applying logic to an illogical situation? I’ve never been much of a team player, which I’m sure you recall from our time together in Las Vegas. This, however, promises to be chaotic, on all fronts. Who knows what could happen?”

Sandy opens the door, stepping through it. Before closing it behind him, however, he glances back, still smirking. ”I hate being bored, and however the chips fall, Conor, this will not be boring.” With that, Sandy stepped away, letting the door swing closed of its own accord, though this time, it fails to latch itself shut.

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The show cuts backstage to where Dickie Harter is standing by with Lark Robinson. The interviewer starts by congratulating Dickie on his debut victory, and asking how good it feels to finally beat Caintigern? Dickie seems happy that he got that monkey off his back, and got to start his UG career on the right foot. His smile wavers somewhat when the subject changes to tonight's contest - where Dickie gets to team with two verifiable legends of the ring, Conor Blackburn and Sandy Makel. Harter is almost nervous about having to stand up next to these two, but he holds his head high and vows to make his team mates proud of him. The question about their opponents arises, and Dickie says that the three men standing across the ring from them all have their merits, and GRENDEL scares the living heck out of him at times. But Dickie Harter doesn't back down from a challenge, and he always welcomes new opportunities. So if he's one of the Newly Sentenced here in the Underground then they're not going down without a fight.

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THE NEWLY SENTENCED v DEATH ROW
TRIOS TORNADO MATCH
Dickie Harter & Conor Blackburn & Sandy Makel
v
GRENDEL, Gavin Grimes & Mylo Danvers



Holy Shit. In this life, sometimes things are actually as advertised and this match delivered on the promise of the hypeline. For those who had forgotten what a literal force of nature Conor Blackburn was, and what an industry icon no matter what his personal demons Sandy Makel was, and what an actual monster GRENDEL is, they all got the remedial check up class in the opening moments of this bout. GRENDEL drops Dickie Harter with a gigantic double-hand Chokeslam at the bell, the ring shaking from the force but then he is put into a position he rarely finds himself - up in the air, feet off the ground as here’s Conor Blackburn yanking him off his feet for a German Suplex that shakes the ring nearly as much as the Chokeslam GRENDEL had just dished out.

There was a moment of shocked silence after this and then a low whistle from Sandy Makel as the fans erupted at this surprise enthusiastically. Gavin facepalms and goes off on GRENDEL as the monster sits up whilst Conor rolls smoothly to his feet, and Grimes lets loose a torrent of disbelieving rant at GRENDEL getting caught out like that, he’s 300 pounds FFS and all. GRENDEL instead of being offended clearly doesn’t care and zeros in on Conor, perhaps finding himself pleased to have an opponent who can surprise him, even slightly! Dickie is recovered and slides in with a Chopblock on GRENDEL before he rolls out of the way and goes after Mylo Danvers, and now we’ve got Gavin Grimes facing down with Sandy Makel, who would ever have thought this would happen in 2018? Wow.

Mylo drops, faking out Dickie as he goes for a Detonation Kick, and Danvers smoothly whips his leg around to tangle up Gavin for a Drop Toe Hold, and Sandy dives in to provide a stumbling block for GRENDEL as Conor lights his chest up with wickedly strong Chops while weathering some Forearm shots that would have sent a lesser man into cardiac arrest, likely maybe, and the concerted efforts let him shove GRENDEL over the top rope as Sandy jumps up enough to pull down the top strand!

Teamwork, folks. Gavin is beside himself that this has happened but under Tornado Rules he’s clear to do something about it, he wipes out Sandy Makel with a Sac-Town Kick as he goes to rise, but the pin is broken by Dickie with a quick knee to the lower back! He drops another, and another as Grimes struggles to get free and here’s Danvers with the save, grabbing up Harter looking for his Lumbar Check, but it’s broken up in the midst before he can execute his Chief’n. Grimes snarls at this and tackles Sandy with a Double Leg Takedown, only to be shoved off the mount by Dickie Harter! They brawl a bit before Harter gets the upper hand and gets Gavin up for his Crucifix Turnbuckle Powerbomb! WOW! One, two… NO! Grimes throws up the shoulder and here’s GRENDEL back in the ring with a huge stomp to break the pin… that Gavin broke… and smooshes the pair.

And for a good long bloody portion of the match we’ve got ourselves an old fashioned Donnybrook, the referee doing his best to stay the hecking heck out of the way as everyone is trying to wear everyone else down with the hardest moves available. We get to see a Hartercanrana, a huge Big Boot from Conor that’s returned in kind by GRENDEL, a Superman Punch from Mylo that rocks Dickie’s socks, a Buzzsaw Kick from Gavin, and wow here’s Sandy, running the top rope and coming off with a Tornado DDT for a Spin the Wheel! Dickie and Sandy are trying to chop GRENDEL down without eating any of those big fists he’s throwing, Gavin is despite himself trying to pull them off and Mylo moves to hit a Backcracker on Gavin…

...but NO! Here’s Conor Blackburn with the Aeternum Vale his Pop Up Gorilla Press Cutter! He gets the three while everyone else is fighting, though Gavin turns to try and break the pin it’s too late!

WINNERS: Dickie Harter & Conor Blackburn & Sandy Makel via Pinfall (15:02)



Genesis by Justice plays as Dickie and Sandy slide away from GRENDEL’s reach, and Conor joins them on the floor as GRENDEL moves to the ropes, ignoring Gavin’s dismay in the ring to stare a hole in the three victorious wrestlers.

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“Y’all probably think, I’m paranoid, yeah?”

A champion isn’t typically found in the parking lot dressed in his ring tights and gray hoodie sitting in the opened hatch of a Chevrolet Equinox, but this one is The Exception to the Rule, James Edwards. He does what he needs to do to survive, norms be damned.

“Lookin’ over my shoulder, askin’ the ref if he is on the take, gettin’ the hell outta of the ring instead of celebrating. It ain’t normal, but when has this place ever been that. People change, but the evolve or die mentality doesn’t.”

Whether uttering the infamous line of the Monster was intended or not, James pauses as a trio of attendants carrying sound equipment pass in front of the camera.

“Two challengers instead of one, that’s sorta in line I guess. Two title defenses in a row, I ain’t so sure, but it’s happened before. I can’t prove the Wicked Godmother has an agenda. I just got history and my gut to go by. This doesn’t fit her. She’s a hands-on kind of tormentor. Or she was in my experience. Maybe I underestimated her. She might be playin’ the long game. Seein’ how long it takes me to crack and quit again.”

An inaudible shout off-screen brings the three equipment techs running back by James. A crash and a cavalcade of profanity follow. The Burning Heart stares for a moment and looks that way.

“Y’all need any help?”

More inaudible shouting.

“Aight, give me a second.”

James reaches around in the back of the mini-SUV and rummages for a few moments, pulling out a pair of blue jeans.

“But she’s fightin’ a ghost if she is doing what I think she is. I’m not that guy anymore. Like I said a while ago, I’m taking the path of least resistance. If she wants to stack the deck, let her. If she wants to run me ragged with title defenses? Hell yeah, I’m up for it. If she sends Ramsay after me again, I’m not gonna come looking for revenge.”

He slips off his shoes.

“I don’t break easily anymore. Every win so far is another nail in the coffin of that myth. And when it’s finally dead and buried, maybe she’ll fall back into her old habits.”

He puts the jeans on, followed by his shoes.

“And that’s when myth’s end will become empire’s end. Her games. Her and Bobby’s breakin’ of dissent. Them proppin’ up false heroes like the so-called Captain of the Underground. But that’s a long way off, and to get there, I gotta keep chokin’ people out.”

With that, the Burning Heart rises and closes the hatch door on the vehicle and walks off screen to help the stagehands.

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TAPOUT CHAMPIONSHIP
SUBMISSION MATCH
James Edwards © v Izzy Colón


Izzy really brought it in this match. She also really tried to bend the rules in her favor. You know the score, holding the ropes, not breaking holds until the four count, eye rakes, eye pokes, the works. Edwards, while displaying that he was the better technical wrestler at least on this occasion, seemed partially distracted, especially with the previously victorious Lambert Jr. sat on commentary with Hitch and Shae. Edwards must have at least considered whether Mora had requested the former champion to be there, though Lambert denied this on commentary when asked.

Edwards did have some long periods of domination, wearing down Izzy with clean holds and takedowns, looking pretty impressive in the process. It seemed clear he was going for the Myth's End, his reverse Triangle Choke, but Izzy had it well scouted. You could say this was in most comfortable in-ring performance to date in Underground, and although she had never attained a victory here, she looked like she would after locking in a Lotus Lock… But her hold on Edwards was hit away by none other than Ymir! The referee didn’t spot it, and Izzy was livid, screaming at Ymir, who she cost her match earlier on in the night. Lambert watched on closely, and Edwards, after shaking the pain away, span Izzy around and drilled her with the Foxfire - Fisherman Brainbuster! With that, then he locked in the Myth’s End and Izzy didn’t hold on long before she tapped out.

WINNER AND STILL CHAMPION: James Edwards (9:47)


Edwards celebrated, keeping an eye on Lambert all the while, while Izzy threw a hissy fit due to the smiling Ymir’s interference. Lambert stared on, telling Edwards he did have a rematch clause in his contract, and he should watch out as he would be using it soon. Edwards merely nodded, and though he won by the skin of his teeth, he was still champion and would fight on.

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The show cuts backstage to where Lark Robinson is standing by with THE STAR of Underground, Kimmi Keister and her sister/valet, Kristi. Kimmi is dressed ready to compete in her tag match later tonight, but with the addition of a scowl upon her face, while Kristi is smiling slyly. Undeterred, Lark starts the interview.

LARK ROBINSON: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with Kimmi Keister--

KIMMI KEISTER: Excuse me?

The indignant Essex native interrupts, giving Lark an evil side-eye stare as she does so.

LARK ROBINSON: Ahem, I’m here with the HOTTEST BABE in HKW Underground, Kimmi Keister and her sister, Kristi. Kimmi, tonight you’ll be teaming with a rival of sorts, Jenny Cien, in a tag team contest against Aries Armadaist and Lowri Moss. But before we get to that, you’ve recently made your opinion known about a match made for Fall of Tyrants--

KIMMI KEISTER: Seriously though, why does HE get another title shot?! Like, didn’t he just have a number one contenders match on the last show? Uh, yeah. And did he win?! Uh, no he didn’t!

Kimmi harumphs, her hands placed firmly on her hips as she speaks again. Kristi just shakes her head.

KIMMI KEISTER: But because he won at No World for Tomorrow he gets another title match? Can you say ‘bias’, babe? He seriously beat Kenni Killswitch and gets a title shot, ok, but I eliminate Josiah Weber for, you know, it was such an important elimination. And what do I get, babe?

LARK ROBINSON: Uh, you’re in a tag team match tonight with three of your fellow contenders for the North American championship. With the champion himself as a special guest referee--

KIMMI KEISTER: But I deserve more! Ok. Because, and you said it yourself, I’m the HOTTEST BABE in the Underground. I’m THE STAR here. And I’m the kinda TECHNICAL WIZARD that can elevate that belt, ok. Far above the heights that someone like Lowri Moss or Aries Armadaist can--

LET ME TELL YOU WHAT YOU FUCKIN’ DESERVE!

THe sudden outburst from beyond the camera’s view immediately pulled the trios attention away as all their gazes shifted toward the source of the disturbance. Larks’s face immediately sunk, whatever dread she was feeling being quite evident by her expression as growing commotion of inane ranting began to grow louder; closer to the cameras, the manic Aries Armadaist finally appearing on screen opposite Keisters, the competitors now sandwiching the interviewer between them.

ARIES ARMADAIST: HI THERE! I was all the across the GODDAMN ARENA FULFILLING MY STEAK DADDY DUTIES and couldn't quiiiite shake this feeling like my ears were burning. Like, burning BAD. Like, there was something being uttered that was so criminally HORRENDOUS that it was my duty as a living entity with even a scrap of decency in them to put a stop to it IMMEDIATELY! IMAGINE MY FUCKING SURPRISE WHEN I FIND YOU--

Aries now fires a defiant index finger toward Kimmi to articulate his point, his hand practically shaking with rage. Kimmi tries to swat his finger away, but Aries just raises it to her her face again.

ARIES ARMADAIST: TALKING ABOUT DESERVING ANYTHING WHEN IT COMES TO MY NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPIONSHIP?! THE VERY THOUGHT OF IT MAKES ME SICK, AND ACTUALLY HEARING YOU SAY IT MAKES ME WANNA VOMIT OUT OF MY EARS! BECAUSE, THE ONLY THING ANY OF YOU TINY, SHITTY, HUNGRY, GRUBBY LITTLE HAIRY FOOTED HOBBIT LOOKING SACKS OF ASS DESERVE IS TO BE USED TO FILL UP A FUCKING HOLE IN THE GROUND! I’M THE ONLY ONE WHO DESERVES ANY SHOT AT FREDDIE KANE BEFORE ANYONE ELSE IS EVEN CONSIDERED GETTING CLOSE TO HIM!

KRISTI KEISTER: Wait just a minute. Since coming here to Underground, my sister is unbeaten in singles competition. Unpinned, unsubmitted…

KIMMI KEISTER: That’s right! And I made your little pet project, Izzy Colon tap out in the middle of that ring. So there!

Aries’ narrow slightly at the mention of Izzy, his lip now arching into a snarl as well.

KRISTI KEISTER: So while you may not have been pinned, Mr Armadaist, I don’t think you can deny that Kimmi has more than earned a title shot herself.

KIMMI KEISTER: Especially since I’m THE STAR here, ok. Here, Japan, Europe, wherever I go, babe, I’m THE STAR and all these fans know it! Ok. And deep down, beneath all that rage and the hatred of dildos and the love of your stupid steaks, you know it too…

ARIES ARMADAIST: OK, first of all…

Armadaist’s mighty index finger now aims at the younger of the Keisters.

ARIES ARMADAIST: YOU SHUT UP! I DON’T NEED YOU PUMPING MORE SMOKE UP HER ASS, SHE’S DOING JUST FINE SHOVING HER BULLSHIT DOWN EVERYONE’S THROATS JUST FINE HERSELF!

Armadaists attention now returns to Kimmi, exhaling something of a snort as he begins to wind himself up again.

ARIES ARMADAIST: AND I KNOW ALL ABOUT NOT BEING BEATEN! NOT BEING BEATEN US EXACTLY HOW I FUCKIN’ GOT HERE! I DON’T CARE WHO YOU’VE MADE TAP OUT! I DON’T CARE WHAT BULLSHIT YOU SLING AROUND HERE! UNTIL FREDDIE KANE PINS MY SHOULDERS--MINE, NOT JENNY’S, NOT LOWRI’S, NOT YOURS, MY SHOULDERS, NO ONE HAS A RIGHT TO CHALLENGE HIM! YOU WANT A FUCKING NORTH AMERICAN TITLE MATCH?! FINE! BUT, YOU DON’T GET IT UNTIL I’VE HAD MINE, AND AFTER THAT, FREDDIE KANE WON’T BE THE ONE YOU HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT, BITCH!

The two Keisters stand there for a moment before Kimmi wipes the spittle off her face.

KIMMI KEISTER: Ewww.

KRISTI KEISTER: Disgusting.

Through all this Lark stands quietly in the middle, having moved away from the combat zone. But even she sees the two sisters look at each other and smile.

KIMMI KEISTER: But maybe he’s right, sis. Maybe we’ve gotta wait until Aries has his shot at Fall of Tyrants.

KRISTI KEISTER: Ohhh, and maybe he’d like a good luck present?

Aries’ glare pivots from sister to sister as Kimmi reaches off camera. The rustle of a backpack can be heard before she returns into view. Aries’ eyes widen in shock and horror, bulging from their sockets as he can’t believe what she’s holding.

LARK ROBINSON: Oh my God…

KIMMI KEISTER: Well, babe, I’m not sure if I can shove my bull down your throat, buuuuutttt….

The camera focuses on what’s in Kimmi’s gloved hand; a twelve inch hunk of frozen meat shaped like a glorious, throbbing, veiny dildo.

KIMMI KEISTER: ...you can shove it somewhere else if you want.

The look on Aries’ face when presented with the frozen phallus was one of confusion and anger. Any attempt to voice his rage in his usual fashion only resulted in confused stammering, his head darting between the meaty dildo, the sisters, and even Lark.

ARIES ARMADAIST: Wh…? But, how--why? How could y--what is this?! HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO MEAT?!

A sudden gasp powerful enough to suck the oxygen from the room escapes Aries. His eyes widened as much as they could. The color drained from his face as abject horror seemed to suddenly grip him. His head now whipped to look behind him, the force used to do so no doubt nearly snapping his neck in the process.

ARIES ARMADAIST: Where's my BAG?!

Upon his realization, Aries bolted from the scene, no doubt running as fast as his legs could carry him, the sound of the primal scream he bellowed out slowly fading into the distance off camera.

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In a video filmed the previous afternoon, Lowri Moss is seen sat inside a bar at Dallas/Fort Worth International Airport, waiting for a connecting flight, heading towards Pittsburgh for the show. And in need of a way to kill some time, she has opted to use her smartphone to record a little something, to talk about what happened two weeks ago, as well as what is going to happen tonight.

"Hey there! What’s occurring?"

She raises a hand to her mouth, to stifle a yawn.

"Oh, excuse me. In the past couple of days I’ve been to the other side of the world and back - New Zealand, to be specific - and I guess that has taken it out of me a bit. It has been totally worth it though."

A broad smile crosses Lowri’s face. She then takes a breath, before she continues.

"Alright, so, last time out, the match obviously didn’t quite go the way that I would’ve liked. There was at least one moment during it when I thought I might’ve been able to finish things off, to win the title, but credit where credit is due, Freddie was able to fight back, and he managed to get a first successful defence under his belt."

Now she lets out a slight sigh.

"I’m not too downbeat about the loss. I mean, of course I wanted to win the match, and the North American Championship, but... it was only my second match in the Underground, and like I said to Lark Robinson before the match, I never expected to be in contention for a title that quickly. Plus, I’m confident that I’m good enough to earn another shot at the title, hopefully sooner rather than later, and I believe that next time, the outcome may well be different."

The smile returns to Lowri’s face.

"On the subject of my match two weeks ago, it didn’t come as much of a surprise that Kimmi and Kristi Keister stuck their noses in; it was clear that Kimmi wasn’t going to accept the result of the Twitter poll, so I wasn’t exactly astonished that she and Kristi decided to make an appearance. However, I’m not going to sit here and blame them for the loss that I suffered, even if Kimmi did trip me at one point - I’ll take responsibility for my own shortcomings. I am though looking forward to having a chance to get my hands on Kimmi once more."

Something off camera catches Lowri’s eye momentarily, when she notices someone ordering a Bacardi and coke. That causes Lowri to frown disapprovingly, and she then shakes her head in despair at the person’s choice of drink, before focusing her attention again on her phone and its camera.

"So that brings me on to my match this week: a tornado tag match in which I’ll have Aries Armadaist as my partner, with Kimmi and Jenny Cien as our opponents; I’ve already beaten Kimmi in tag matches with two different partners - time for me to do so with a third, I suppose. Jenny Cien, on the other hand, is a new opponent for me, but while I don’t yet have firsthand experience of being in a match with her, I have watched her in the ring with other people, so I’ve got an idea of what she’s capable of. She was another one who got involved at the end of the main event two weeks ago; I struck her with a least one kick on that occasion, and this week she can expect to be on the receiving end of several more, when she crosses paths with the Undergound’s resident British strong style enthusiast."

Lowri gives a wink to the camera.

"As for my partner... Aries… During that same brawl two weeks ago... he punched me."

A brief pause follows. Lowri then smiles in spite of herself.

"I‘m not going to hold that against him. I know he wants the North American Championship, just like the rest of us, and I’ve had tag partners in the past who have done worse to me. Besides, it wasn’t just me that he punched, and for what it’s worth, I reckon he and I will be better able to rely upon one another than our two opponents will."

Feeling positive, her smile widens slightly.

"There is of course one other person who’ll be in the ring with all of us: the special referee, Freddie Kane. I’m not bothered one way or another about Freddie being the referee for this match, but knowing Kimmi, that’ll be something she’ll use as an excuse when things don’t go in her favour. I’m sure though that Freddie can be trusted to officiate the match fairly, count to three, and then raise the hands of the members of the victorious team."

With something of a smirk now on her face, Lowri lifts up her free hand, and a few seconds later, the video then comes to an end.

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NORTH AMERICAN TORNADO TAG WARFARE
TORNADO TAG MATCH
Aries Armadaist & Lowri Moss v Kimmi Keister & Jenny Cien

*SPECIAL REFEREE: Freddie Kane.




WELL THEN who could have guessed that this was going to be a proper mess, apart from the long suffering commentary team, I tell you what. Aries ignores Freddie Kane, our Special Referee for the match as he gives them the quick “I’m the Captain now” speech, hands on hips as Lowri gives him a side eye, Kimmi then takes a wide-legged stance and points at her chest stating as loudly as possible that she’s THE HOTTEST BABE, which gets her a good long glare from The Baddie With A Bat Jenny Cien. Oh. Freddie grins instead of rolling his eyes, a good sign, and then calls for the bell and using his fleetness hops out of the way just as Aries comes in like a bull in a Maple Leaf themed china shop, and he runs a train for a moment with a HEADBUTT FOR EVERYONE… well, except Freddie who ducks, and come on that was more of a forehead lovetap for his partner Lowri who says something in Welsh that is really probably a swear word.

Aries is pleased with himself, at least until here comes Kimmi with a punch to his kidney, and oh man that’s a whole lot of F-Bombs as Aries cringes forward, a bad position for the Jumping DDT that Kiester executes on the Great White North’s Own Hoss. Ahem. Kimmi elects to stomp away at Aries rather than attempt a pin, smart enough to know that’s not going to be enough to keep him down anyway, but then she’s blindsided by Lowri Moss and her Springboard Enzuigiri, Slice of Heaven! Lowri stacks her up on her neck for a pin attempt but is plowed into the mat by a selectively in the match Jenny Cien and her Jennysault! Oh wow that looks rough.

There’s a tremendous amount of back and forth, trading off of moves and smack talk in this match, and much to the delight and surprise of the Jury, Freddie is ...well he’s actually doing a really great job at this whole referee thing, who knew. Aries hits a Diving Knee Drop on Jenny, the Lucifer's Guillotine hitting with good effect except for the part where he goes to pin and Cien boosts him off her into the nearby ropes, tangling him up a bit. Lowri is up and stalking Jenny and Freddie is keeping a weather eye on this and Kristi Kiester at ringside tosses something shiny to Kimmi! Kristi whistles sharply and bounces nearly out of her top trying to distract Kane but he sees it - Kimmi blasts Lowri with a loaded version of her Bitch Slap! CRACK! Down goes Moss and Kiester flings whatever it is off to the side thinking she’s home free, pinning Lowri but nope, there’s no counting and Freddie glares at her when she whips her head up to demand he count - and he calls for the bell! OH MAN. Freddie calls for the DQ having seen the weapons shot!

WINNER: Aries Armadaist & Lowri Moss via DQ (10:00)


Aries laughs like a big ol hyena, untangling himself from the ropes as Kimmi shoots to her feet ranting and raving, saying that Freddie is lying and that she understands that he’s jealous of her Hottest Babe status but this is nuts! Jenny is right there in her face and wagging a finger in it, stating that not only is Kimmi not the hottest babe in the Underground, she’s not even the hottest babe in this ring! Lowri is heard to mutter from the mat ‘oh shit’ and Kimmi blinks, deeply offended then she screeches like a cat and leaps on Jenny, bearing her over to the mat and pummelling her with fists! Aries looks at Lowri after she gets up and they shrug before wading in and adding to the fight, and OOPS they roll into Freddie Kane and knock him to the mat too! Mistake, as he fights his way free of the brawl and waves for the bell again, after he grabs a microphone and declares he’s reversing his decision…

...and making this match a DOUBLE DQ!

WINNER: NO CONTEST after DOUBLE DQ (12:32)



And now everyone is up and shouting at Freddie, who shakes his head and reminds them that they brought this all on themselves and oh here we go, everyone is now brawling again and while Lowri actually tries to help Freddie they are quickly overwhelmed until Freddie breaks free and drops Aries with a Slingblade, then rolls to his feet and drops Jenny with a high knee! He slides out of the ring and once more calls for the bell, retrieving the microphone he trots around the ring and announces himself as the winner after reversing the Double DQ! The Jury erupts with cheers and laughter as the four in the ring look incredulously on.

WINNER: Freddie Kane via Referee Decision after DOUBLE DQ (13:00)




”You Wear A Crown But You’re No King” by blessthefall plays as Freddie grins, enjoying the chaos and confusion as he backs up the ramp, his fans applauding as he gets to the stage and takes a little bow.

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Backstage now and Lark Robinson is on the prowl for an interview. She knocks on a locker room door and gets no response. She contemplates opening the door, but steps away...perhaps her encounter under similar circumstances at Underground 35 fresh in her mind.

Lark pulls away and turns around only to find that, just as happened at that event, she is standing face to face with VOIDSTAR.

"Um..."

It seems she can't get her words out - her eyes open wide and jaw slackens a touch. Void just stares at her, a piercing glare from his cold, dead eyes.

"Um, Voidstar...tonight you're in the main event, teaming with Bobby B. Barabbas and Michael Norcia to take on Lady Magdalena, Leander Apollo & Jackie Fowler...do you have any comment about the match?

He tilds his head to one side.

"No."

The short reply clearly fails to satisfy Lark's curiosity and, despite the situation at hand, she presses on - growing bolder the longer she's stood before him.

"Well okay. There has been plenty of chatter about just what this match could mean for Fall of Tyr-"

Voidstar reaches out and places his gloved hand around the microphone, engulfing Lark's far smaller hand within his own.

"I do not care about the circumstances of this match."

His stare is unwavering.

"Why this match came to be is of no interest to me. Who is involved is of no interest. The politics, the rivalry, the feuds and the bad blood...are of no interest."

Turning back to the camera, he smirks a little.

"Only one thing is of interest: mayhem. Here, tonight, that is what I will deliver. "

Lark seems much less at ease now. She tries to pull back, but he keeps her hand in place.

"And when the smoke clears, when my destruction has been witnessed, when my wrath has been delivered...then you may figure out the politics of the match."

With a shrug, he steps away, leaving Lark to think on his words.


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MAIN EVENT
THE SILVER EAGLES v THE VIOLENCE
Lady Magdalena, Leander Apollo & Jackie Fowler
v
Bobby B. Barabbas, Michael Norcia & The Voidstar


This was a quite interesting one as the competitors came out, as Darcey Grove announced as a ‘Special Treat’ this match would be under traditional Tag Team rules as opposed to Underground’s normal ‘Tornado Only’ setup, which made many raise a lot of eyebrows about what Bobby’s intentions were. But the anticipation for this particular one had reached fever pitch, as the ongoing war between Barabbas and Magdalena had reached boiling point, and their one on one final encounter (or so it was billed) was only days away. It was extremely rare for Barabbas to step into the ring, and while he looked in incredible condition, it was his choice of partners that drew the most attention, Norcia and Voidstar. They may have possibly been the two most violent men in the company at this time, and Barabbas looked extremely pleased with his decisions. He spoke briefly with the pair, though it seemed that all he requested was for them to ‘do what they do’.

The heat between Apollo and Norcia had also been growing for sometime, and the Members of the Jury were extremely interested in what would occur here, and the majority seemed to agree with Leander’s comments that The Hand Of God may well be in the palm of Barabbas. Lady Magdalena looked on with grim determination, demanding that Barabbas start the match with her, but this was refused by Barabbas, which got him a foul mouthed mouthful from the Bastard of Bowland, Jackie Fowler.

And so… Voidstar and Lady began the match, and after Darcey’s introductions… the bell rang.

Voidstar was living up to the hype early on, hitting Magdalena hard and fast with a brutal display of powerful suplexes, tossing around the smaller woman like she was a ragdoll, a Dragon Suplex into the corner being a particular highlight. Never once did he go for the pin though, more wanting to cause punishment and pain than anything else, and Lady really was struggling. But the Black Swan wasn’t like most competitors, and her MMA influenced offence and counters managed to give her some breathing space, an Ippon Seoinage and a very well timed Spinning Heel Kick gave her the room to tag in Jackie Fowler.

The Bastard sprung in over the top rope and began to show off his boxing expertise, peppering Void with snap jabs and low hooks, ducking and weaving Voidstar’s attempts to knock him down. Fowler seemed to have the masked man well scouted, playing hit and run, ducking out and away from every attempt to grip hold of him. A particularly harsh right backed Voidstar into the corner, where Norcia, seemingly impressed with Jackie’s striking ability, tagged himself in.

There was a bit of a stare down between the two renowned masters of fisting, and the pair put up their fists as Jackie threw out a barrage of abuse, then a barrage of fists. It was Jackie’s procision and quickness against Norcia’s raw power and reach. The Dynasty Champion did seem to be getting the advantage, skipping and Norcia and managing to clock him with a few good jabs right to the jaw. But every time Norcia connected, he seemed to knock Fowler back at least a step, and with his reach and weight advantage, this gave him the upper hand. Jackie did go down after a quickfire right, but he bounced right back up, nailing a vicious hook and screaming out a vicious expletive as that made Norcia go back, clutching his jaw. Michael seemed impressed, coming right back at him, but Fowler had to break from the boxing as Norcia gripped him by the throat and tossed him across the ring. He charged in, but Fowler rolled out of the way to tag in Leander.

The crowd were really on their feet now, and Apollo wasted no time charging in to fight Norcia head on. He charged in with several European Uppercuts, before felling the big man with a stunning Lunatic High – High Impact Butterfly Suplex. The Jury roared on, but Norcia wasn’t giving up that easily, bouncing back and coming in with some harsh closed fist punches that winded Apollo, before he was planted with a harsh Implant Double Arm DDT. Leander kicked out of this by his own accord at two.

For a while it only seemed to be the pair of them in the entire world as they battled each other. Apollo was showing shades of his early career, focusing on a more catch-style, trying to get Norcia down with various holds, never giving him any breathing space. Norcia was forced to use his power to shove him off on many occasions, until the pair began to trade suplexes. A Sidewinder Suplex and a Sleeper Suplex (very similar to Barabbas’ own Silent Symphony finishing move) gave Norcia an advantage, whilst Leander came back with a Forearm smash and a duo of Germans. But Norcia reversed a trio attempt and landed one of his own, pulling Leander back up as he tried to mimic what he had done with a duo, but Leander broke free with some elbows… before turning around a nailing one of the most BRUTAL headbutts ever seen in Hard Knox Wrestling! Blood gushed from Norcia’s scarred forehead as he staggered back, but as the big man fell, the veteran still had the ring presence to outstretch his hand for the tag… But he slapped Bobby’s arm!

And at the same time, as Leander staggered back… his back was patted by the Fair Lady of Subversion…

The roof nearly blew off of the place there and then.

Magdalena was a ball of fury, gone was the fear and hopelessness from early on in the year, and she tackled Barabbas to the ground and began to wail away at him as the fans went wild (apart from the front row, who always seemed to be die hard Barabbas supporters). The Pied Piper was in a world of trouble, and even when he pushed himself free, she was right back on him with furious forearms and fists, looking like a woman crazed. Voidstar, being sick of standing on the sidelines, charged in and assaulted Lady with a low knee, which prompted Fowler to dive in and tackle the masked monster through the ropes. Absolute bedlam took over, as Leander then battled the bleeding Norcia, and Voidstar whipped Fowler into the ring steps. Barabbas took control in the ring, stomping away at Magdalena as the referee tried to take matters into his own hands and split up the fight on the outside. But then Mora arrived…

… She slid a steel chair into the ring as the boos rang out, and Barabbas went for Lady… ONLY TO RECEIVE OUR LADY PEACE RIGHT INTO THE CHAIR! The Jury went mental as she went for the cover, but the referee was trying to break up the war outside! Norcia and Leander were fighting up the aisle, and Fowler had been tossed over the barricade by the monstrous Voidstar…

… And like a cat, the masked man was in the ring! He gripped Magdalena and drilled her with The Abyss - Package Piledriver… right onto the chair! With her down, he kicked the chair out of the ring and he turned his attention to outside, getting after Fowler again who was trying to get back into the ring. They began brawling on the outside, Fowler trying to get into the ring to help Lady, but held back by the fight with Void. Inside the ring, Barabbas saw his opportunity, seeing Lady was knocked out cold, and made the cover.

ONE…

Leander and Norcia were gone up the ramp and away through the curtain.

TWO…

Fowler managed to knock Void into the crowd after the Lancaster Bomber, turning to sprint to the ring…

THREE!!!

But it was all over, as Barabbas got the pin and the victory!

WINNERS: Bobby B. Barabbas, Michael Norcia & The Voidstar (14:17)[/font][/color]


Boos filled the arena, as Mora helped Barabbas from the ring, the Pied Piper having a huge grin on his face after pinning Magdalena, raising his arm as he declared that the same thing would happen at Fall of Tyrants. Fowler managed to get into the ring to help Lady, as Voidstar, the match having ended, walked back up the ramp, insulting everyone in his way as he did so. The final image of the show was Bobby B. Barabbas celebrating his win, and the glare from The Black Swan, who looked more furious than ever before as she was groggily helped up by the foul mouthed Fowler.

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