The sixty seventh episode of CWF's flagship show starts out backstage with Tara Robinson as she stands in the interview area in front of a large CWF Evolution backdrop. She smiles to the camera and her face is shown to the fans out in the arena on the large tron screen.
Tara Robinson: Ladies and Gentlemen, Magdalena Lockheart.
The fans cheer as newcomer Magdalena Lockheart enters the picture from the right side of the tron screen, and stops right next to Tara. Maggie’s already got her gear on and looks ready to get right into the fight.
Tara Robinson: Miss Lockheart, tonight you take on “Iceman” Konrad Raab and The Judge Jeff Jackson… but you won’t be alone. By order of CWF President Jaiden Rishel you will be teaming up with the man who defeated you for the Impact Championship… Johnny Graves.
Maggie nods her head a bit, but she shrugs her shoulders as well.
Tara Robinson: I was wondering if I could get your thoughts on that?
Maggie takes a moment to think about the question. She looks into the camera and back at Tara before leaning toward the microphone.
Maggie Lockheart: My thoughts… hmm… well… if I’m being completely honest here… I’ll tell you what my thoughts are. To be honest I’m not too concerned with Konrad Raab or Jeff Jackson because once the bell rings, I’m going to do what I do best. I’ve been through the prep-work and the training and I try not to let anything cloud my judgement… I just want to focus on the task at hand. Im easily the smallest fighter in the tag match so I can’t afford to slip up.
Tara Robinson: There are a lot of storylines going into this match, and the potential for chaos much like the Melee itself. Do you think that you and Graves can work together?
Maggie Lockheart: I think that this tag match was set up by Rishel to test if Graves and I can coexist after what happened at the end of the Melee. I can’t speak for my tag team partner, but I don’t really like to lose in any situation-
Just then, the CWF Tron screen shows Impact Champion Johnny Graves walking onto the set with the Impact Championship belt resting over his shoulder.
Tara Robinson: Speak of the devil- it’s the Impact Champion Johnny Graves!
Johnny walks right over to stand next to Maggie. Maggie folds her arms over her chest.
Johnny Graves: Call me what you will, Tamera. But tonight the team of the new CWF Impact Champion and the sexy Mags Lockheart are ‘bout to give them fans a reason to stand they asses up out them seats when they watch us puttin’ bodies in graves. And hell, call me the devil, call me Satan himself if you want, but even the boss himself knows that I’m the God of kickin ass and makin cash… and girl with Maggie by my side I can just feel the CWF stock rising! Ain’t that right, Mags?
Maggie rolls her eyes.
Tara Robinson: Pardon me Mister Graves but it doesn’t seem like your partner for tonight seems too thrilled right now.
Johnny Graves: Quiet, Tamiko. Now I know I said it about a thousand times by now, but since I’ve got her here standing next to me I want everyone to bear with me while I get to speaking the truth. I wanna be real for ya, Mags. I didn’t know if ya heard me but I’mma keep it real with you. As far as the end of that Melee and how it went down, I for real had nothin’ to do with that. And just to be clear, I don’t mind puttin’ this championship on the line against you if you wanna settle it like that. I can’t make ya believe me and I can’t blame you if you don’t. But I didn’t really like the way that it went down, either. I was really hopin’ that you’d take me up on that offer to get a drink-
Maggie Lockheart: Oh, you didn’t like how it went down, hmm?
Graves re-adjusts the belt on his shoulder.
Johnny Graves: That’s what I just said.
Maggie Lockheart: Funny. You’re the one standing there with the championship right now. You’re the one who couldn’t wait to go on twitter to brag about winning, even though you knew exactly what went down.
Maggie grabs the microphone from Tara.
Maggie Lockheart: Listen, Graves. I heard you proclaiming your innocence the moment you first said it. Just like I heard you saying that you needed to come back to protect that championship from outsiders. So I guess that’s what I am to you, huh? I’m just an outsider?
Graves is talking, but with the microphone in Maggie’s hand what he’s saying isn’t being picked up by the feed.
Maggie Lockheart: I don’t want to hear it. I’m not saying that I believe you, but I’m also not saying that you’re completely full of shit, either. Rishel told me that he’s looking into who helped you win that championship, and if you did have something to do with it, I will find out… and you’ll wish that you stayed gone.
Maggie shoves the microphone back into Tara’s chest and walks off.
Tara Robinson: Well, I don’t think that this looks too good for your upcoming tag-team match. Eh, Champ?
Johnny Graves: Psshh. I’ll be aight. I know my conscious is clear. Imma go out there tonight and prove to her that I didn't need any help in that match. And besides, if she wanna end up throwin down with me, I already beat her once, right? Nah, after we go bury ourselves a couple of clowns Imma talk to Mag girl again and get her that drink she been thirsty for. But you… you better get up out my face yesterday, Tombra. Get yourself some soap or somethin, too. You stinkin’ up this whole place back here! Damn!
Ray Douglas: The following is a tag team match and is tonight’s opening bout!
Cold as Ice by M.O.P plays over the sound system as Konrad comes out through the curtain just wearing his blue and white mask with white hair along with his wrestling trousers with his nickname The Iceman on the front of them with Pit Bull Energy logos on the side of his trousers with black gloves on both of his hands with a side cross necklace on his neck with the blue and black yin-yang tattoo on his right shoulder, Iceman from X-Men tattoo on his back, Ice wolf on his left chest and ice bear on his right chest.
Ray Douglas: First, from Cologne, Germany, he is The Iceman….KONRAD RAAB!!
He then high fives the fans as he goes up the stairs before going in-between the ropes and does a holdup on each turnbuckle and everyone cheers him as he gets down from the turnbuckle and does a few boxing punches to the cameras as he waits on his partner.
As the opening riff of Lynyrd Skynyrd's 'Still Unbroken' begins, the lights dim. When the main riff takes over, the lights power back on in time with the change. They reveal 'The Killer' Jeff Jackson standing at the top of the entrance way, arms outstretched in a T shape. As this happens, he lets out a guttural scream and the crowd goes wild. As he scans the crowd for a few seconds and begins to walk with a purpose to the ring, the lyrics kick in.
"Broken bones, broken hearts, stripped down and torn apart. A little bit of rust, I'm still running. Counting miles, counting tears, twisting roads, shifting gears. Year after year, it's all or nothing!"
As the chorus begins, Jeff hits his pose and scream again mid ring.
"But I'm not home, I'm not lost, still holding on to what I got. Ain't much left, Lord there's so much that's been stolen! I guess I've lost everything I've had, but I'm not dead, at least not yet. Still alone, still alive, still unbroken. I'm still alone, still alive, I'm still unbroken!"
During the rest of the chorus, Jeff stands facing the hard camera and rocks out to the music, mouthing the words of the last line in particular. The music fades as Jeff warms up in one of the nearby corners.
Ray Douglas: And his partner, from Halifax….JEFF JACKSON!!
Jim Gunt: It appears Jackson has shed his Judge persona at least for tonight.
Mike Rolash: That’s too bad, I think I’d like to see Maggie Lockheart bent over and punished…
Jim Gunt: Jesus Mike, are you trying to get us taken off the air?
The deep, heartbeat bass of Taylor Swift’s "Look What You Made Me Do" drops over the arena’s public announcement speakers as the artist Magdalena Lockheart emerges from behind the curtain. Magdalena steps out into the center of a light blue spotlight wearing a long black dress. For a moment she stands at the top of the stage and applies a dark cherry lipstick to her lips with the aid of a pocket mirror. The ramp in front of her lights up like a model’s runway. Lockheart struts down the ramp as if she’s modeling the dress, pausing briefly at the bottom to pose while flashbulbs go off all around her.
Ray Douglas: And their opponents, first from Inwood, New York, the Artist known as ….MAGDALENA LOCKHEART!!
Lockheart walks around the ring towards the camera side, moving all the way to the southeast ringpost before pulling herself up onto the ring apron. She centers herself on the apron and stands facing the crowd.
“But I got smarter, I got harder, In the knick of time.
And me I rose up from the dead I do it all the time.
I got a list of names, yours is in red underlined.
I check it once, then I check it twice- Ooh!”
Lockheart grabs her dress with both hands and on beat with the song, she rips the dress down the center! Another green spotlight shines straight down on her as glittering, sparkling confetti rains down from the ceiling onto the crowd. Flashes go off from all of the hungry cell phone cameras in attendance as Lockheart sheds the rest of her dress and reveals her slim waistline beneath. Lockheart pauses for a few moments to allow the crowd to snap more photographs before entering the ring.
Jim Gunt: Magdalena Lockheart was so close to becoming the first Impact Champion of the new Alpha and Omega era, but as we saw two weeks ago a masked man thwarted that attempt.
Mike Rolash: Johnny Graves swears up and down he has nothing to do with that, and I for one believe him!
Jim Gunt: You would, Mike.
The lights throughout the venue cut leaving the fans sitting in complete darkness. Suddenly red and blue lights begin flashing throughout the arena as the sound of police sirens pierce the silence. Suddenly the melody of "Bank Account (Remix)" blasts from the various speakers throughout the arena. The fans rise to their feet in a thunderous response: half of them cheer while the other half boo. After several moments of anticipation the curtain pulls back and Johnny Graves steps out onto the small stage. Graves slowly moves his gaze over the sea of fans, a confident smirk on his lips as he pats the Impact Championship around his shoulder. He drops down onto his knees where he sits for several moments. Finally he pushes himself up to his feet and begins strutting confidently towards the ring.
Ray Douglas: And her partner, from Las Vegas, Nevada, he is the reigning CWF Impact Champion….JOHNNY GRAVES!!
The fans on either side of the aisle reach out looking to get a high five or anything from the passing Graves who ignores them completely, his intense eyes fixated on the ring, confident smirk on his lips. As he nears the ring he picks up his pace until he's in a jog. He slides into the ring feet first, sliding all the way to the center of the ring where he again sits on his knees. He slowly rises his right hand and points to the sky with his index finger. He springs up to his feet and moves to the corner where he ascends to the middle rope and raises his Impact title high in the air. Graves soaks in the mixed response from the Portland crowd, finally dropping down to hand the belt to a stagehand as he goes to his corner to converse with Lockheart.
Jim Gunt: Graves and Lockheart at least seem to be getting along as this one begins, both competitors have come to the decision that Graves should start this one.
Mike Rolash: Well he is the champion, Jim, seems like a smart decision to me.
Jim Gunt: I guess so, the only problem for Graves is that Jeff Jackson is entering in on the other side, and he has been damn near foaming at the mouth as of late in hopes of getting his hands on the Impact Champion!
Mike Rolash: Jackson has rabies?
Trent Robbins calls for the bell, allowing the Killer and the Impact Champion to come to the center of the ring. Johnny Graves is already doing his best impression of himself, trash talking like nobodies business. Jackson makes him pay for his words with a stiff right hand! Graves holds onto his jaw, smiling as he shakes his head up and down. Suddenly he dashes forward, leaping up to drop the Killer with a Hurricanrana.
Jim Gunt: It looked like Graves was about to eat his words, but he’s right back on the offense now.
Mike Rolash: You can’t keep a good man down, Jim.
Back on his feet, Johnny Graves runs against the ropes but Jackson is quick to get back up himself. He catches Graves with a rolling Belly to Belly Suplex on the way through! Jackson turns to his opponent, bringing Raab into the match with a slap to the hand. He exits the ring as Raab lifts Graves up just long enough to drop him on his back with a Spinebuster. The Iceman raises his arm in the air, drawing a solid mixed reaction from the crowd.
Jim Gunt: Decent reaction for the Iceman here tonight, but not quite the love he got from his own German fans.
Mike Rolash: Like you said, Jim, he’s not the hometown hero anymore. We’re back in America, land of the free, and Raab ought to be happy...because he sure couldn’t get the job done in Germany!
Jim Gunt: Oh come on, Mike…
Raab lifts Graves up to his feet, bringing him to his corner and launching him in backfirst. He hits him with a couple of boxing punches to the chest and gut before tagging Jeff Jackson right back in.
Mike Rolash: Great tag team offense from Jackson and Raab so far, are we sure these two have not teamed before?
Jim Gunt: To my knowledge no, but they are doing a remarkable job at singling out the Impact Champion and keeping him from tagging in the fresh Maggie Lockheart.
Jackson re-enters the ring, putting an arm around Graves as Raab does the same, the two men swinging him up overhead for a big Double Suplex! Robbins moves in to make Raab exit but he is already making the moves to do so. Taking advantage of the double suplex, Jackson runs across the ropes and drops a heavy leg down acoss the neck of the Sin City Saint. Jackson drops down, going for the cover on Graves.
Lockheart breaks it up with a kick to the side of Jackson’s head!
Jim Gunt: There’s Lockheart!
Mike Rolash: One way or the other, Maggie will find her way into the action!
Official Trent Robbins admonishes Lockheart, making her exit the ring, but the damage is already done. Johnny Graves and Jeff Jackson both roll to their sides, turning to their partners as they begin to crawl. Simultaneously both men make the tag, and Raab comes into the ring fast just to get a big leaping forearm by Lockheart. He somehow gets right back to his feet however, and gets an Enziguri for his troubles! Lockheart is on a roll, and she isn’t finished! She tosses Raab into the ropes, causing him to land into Jackson and send him flying into the barricade!
Jim Gunt: Oh no, there went the Judge!
Mike Rolash: He’s not the Judge tonight, Jim…
Jim Gunt: Regardless, Jackson took a hell of a spill landing hard into the steel barricade outside the ring. And Raab is about to go out and check on him, wait what a calf kick from Lockheart. EVENT HORIZON!
Mike Rolash: The calf kick into that nasty buzzsaw kick to the head. And now Lockheart has tug Graves back into this thing, I guess she’s not afraid to share the spotlight.
Jim Gunt: Or the victory, as Graves just NAILED Raab with Silencer! Cover!
Ray Douglas: The winners of this match by pinfall….JOHNNY GRAVES AND MAGGIE LOCKHEART!!
Jim Gunt: What a match for the tandem of Graves and Lockheart, as they go one and oh in their first tag team match together!
Mike Rolash: And Raab loses another big match, big surprise there. Jackson’s going to be pissed when he wakes up from his nap!
The scene switches to the backstage area of the Moda Center as the back door swings open and "The Kid that Never Dies" Duce Jones comes storming through it, still dressed in street clothes.
Duce Jones: Mane, I swear dis some bullshit here..
Agitated would be an understatement for how Jones appears to be feeling as he comes to a halt and looks in both directions, trying to find his way. He's soon approached by an incoming Tara Robinson who has a mic in hand.
Tara Robinson: Duce… Duce! Why are you not dressed to compete? Your match is up next!
Looking over at Tara, Duce tries to find the right words to express how he feels.
Duce Jones: Tara, Tara, Tara… Like I just don't get it!
Jones shakes his head disapprovingly.
Duce Jones: I seriously don't.. Just two nights ago, I took a risk dat I neva thought I would take, when I dove from ova' twenty feet through tha air ta secure a victory. An' dis was comin' off fo' days afta havin' a grown mane shoved his fangas down my fuckin' throat. I lied unconscious in dat rang last week.. Am I wrong Tara?
Tara shakes her head in denial.
Duce Jones: Hell naw I'm not wrong! I had ta be helped ta tha back an' you would thank tha CDubyaF officials would show a bit a sympathy. Try their damndest ta protect an' investment.. One'a their top money makers but noooooo.. What happens?
Tara shrugs her shoulders.
Duce Jones: Don't worry babygirl, I'll tell ya.. They place me in a hardcore match wit some muthafucka dat I neva heard of.. Then ta top it all off, I just got tha call dis morning about tha damn match.. Tara!
Duce says as she looks directly at her.
Duce Jones: Do you kno' how it feels ta be almost halfway cross that country tryin' ta recoup from tha hell ya done put ya body through, then you get a call dat you gotta come inta work anyway?
She denies knowing the feeling.
Duce Jones: It's fucked up, I'll tell ya dat much.. An' tryna book a flight last minute is torture! Tha way my body feels right now… Gettin' on a plane an' comin' ta Portland was tha last thang on my mind. No disrespect ta tha city.
The reaction from the Oregon fans is mixed as Jones focuses into the camera.
Duce Jones: Now on ta dis Sean Fulla' muh'fucka.. I hear ya say dat tha truth shall set me free.. Well here's a lil truth fo' ya.. You're a carbon copy of a carbon copy.. It seems mo' an' mo' these days, everybody got those voices. Specially in dis business.. Ya kno' how many nut jobs I've faced? Seriously do you!?
Duce screams into the camera as spittle goes flying everywhere. However Tara is elusive as not a single drop catches her.
Duce Jones: Ain't nobody fuckin' scared of you.. You could be tha biggest, baddest muthafucka an' I'd still step ta ya like what's happenin'.. Tha only truth dat's gonna set me free is teachin' ya about usin' dat 'boy' word. Where I'm from dat's tha ultimate form of disrespect. Second ta havin' someone slang spit at ya face.. See, tha truth round here is dat ya gotta prove ya'self inside'a dat rang an' tha only thang dat's gon set me free is usin' my knee ta push ya nose inta tha back a ya bitch ass skull!
With that Duce storms off camera before soon returning back to Tara.
Duce Jones: Ummm, Tara, which way is it ta tha rang?
Tara casually points in the area of the gorilla position and Jones nods.
Duce Jones: Gurlll, you tha best like DJ Khaled..
Duce smiles and heads for the gorilla position as we cut back to Gunt and Rolash.
Jim Gunt: Did I hear Duce correctly? Did he say he just found out about this match, this morning?
Mike Rolash: There's no way.. He probably got stoned and forgot that he was scheduled. Everyone knows that Duce is a pothead.
Jim Gunt: But I do agree with him in saying that returning to the ring a week after being rendered unconscious at the hands of the Judge is too soon, you would think Jaiden would give him a night off..
Mike Rolash: Your gullibleness is amazing at times Jimbo..
Ray Douglas: The following contest is a Hardcore Match and is scheduled for one fall!
The fans are buzzing, as a voice begins to speak through the PA system.
“And the whole world loves it when you sing the blues… Da. Da.. Da. Da. Da.. Da….”
The opening sounds of “Godspeed” by Don Trip begins to play as the lights inside of the arena turn a crimson hue color, soon the stage filling up with smoke. After about a minute of waiting, Duce Jones burst through the curtains and makes a beeline for the ring, not allowing the fog a chance to do it’s thing.
Ray Douglas: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at two hundred fifteen pounds! From Memphis, Tennessee….DUCE JONES!
Still dress in street clothes, Duce slides under the bottom rope and heads for his corner and stretches out on the ropes. A camera gets a close up view of Jones’ neck which displays horrible welts around it.
Jim Gunt: Yeah, I don’t think Duce is in any condition to compete here tonight. Maybe working for multiple promotions is starting to takes its toll.
Mike Rolash: Nah.. He’s the Kid that Never Dies, he does this remember.. Fighting spirit and all of that murlarkey.
Jim Gunt: Murlarkey?
Mike Rolash: Just calling it like I see it.
The lights go down as "Iconic" starts to play. Sean steps out onto the stage, into a literal spotlight with his head bowed. He's dressed in a pair of all black tights with "Fuller" running down his left-leg in silver.
Ray Douglas: His opponent, making his way to the ring from Parts Unknown, NA.. weighing in at two hundred forty-six pounds! SEAN FULLER!
The fans cheer as he lifts his head once the lights come up and he proceeds down to the ramp towards the ring. Sean hops up on the side of the ring, planting only one knee while the other dangles over the side. Sean steps over the middle rope and then falls back falling close to the bottom turnbuckle and pulling himself the rest of the way.
Jim Gunt: Fuller is looking to bounce back from two back-to-back losses and if he’s able to pick up a victory over the former two-time CWF World Champion. It could skyrocket his career.
Mike Rolash: I think he could be something special in the future, but it’s really no secret how I truly feel about Duce so I’m pulling for the guy.
Jim Gunt: Fuller is looking to get over that hump here tonight but he has a tall task in Jones ahead of him.
Mike Rolash: Duce isn’t even dressed to compete, so I think Fuller has the advantage from that standpoint alone.
"Big" Denny doesn't waste time checking either competitor as he immediately signals for the bell and both men charge towards each other like raging bulls! Jones goes high but Fuller goes low, tackling Jones down to the mat and begins to unload on him with hard right hands to the face. Trying to cover up to fend off the punches is futile as Jones catches a few solid shots to the chin. Fuller rises off of Jones fired up as he pumps his fist to the crowd. The Portland fans give him a resounding reaction but now it's Jones who tackles Sean to the mat and begins to unload with right hands.
Jim Gunt: Jones turning the tide in the early goings of this match as it's his turn to slug away at Sean Fuller.
Mike Rolash: Duce looks like he's fighting for his life already.
Fuller shoves the smaller Jones off of him as Duce rolls to a corner and watches on, on bended knee as Fuller rises up in the corner across from him. Charging like a bat out of hell towards Sean, Jones swings a wild lariat that Fuller is able to duck underneath. He hooks the second generation wrestler in a rear waist lock and quickly sends him crashing into the middle and bottom turnbuckle with a German Suplex! The crowd cringe upon impact as Jones is slumped upside down under the bottom buckle. Fuller moves in and drags Duce from the corner but he opts not to go for the pin, instead lifting Jones up and sending him crashing on his head again with a Release Tiger Suplex! Jones lands hard, flipping over to his knees, looking out of it before Fuller shoves him to the mat and goes for the pin. Davidson is over to make the count!
Jim Gunt: I thought it was over just then, Jones being dropped on his head consecutively.
Mike Rolash: He should've stayed down, he's only making things worse for himself..
Fuller is back to his feet and climbing to the outside and moves towards the stairs. Jones can be seen coughing violently in the ring as Fuller pulls the top part of the steps away from its bottom half and goes to enter it into the ring under the bottom rope. He struggles a bit, trying to get it under the bottom rope, not realizing that he has to actually lift it up. However he does finally figure it out, lifting the rope and sliding the steps in but they come crashing back into him, by Duce with a sliding dropkick, sending him down to the floor! The fans cheer Duce's effort as he's down trying to recover.
Jim Gunt: Jones with a desperation move just then and it may have bought him some time.
Mike Rolash: I really thought Fuller was going to crush Duce's skull with those steps. Ya know? Pop that bitch like a pimple…
Jim Gunt: I think that's a little too far..
Mike Rolash: A little too far? The son of a bitch kicked me in my chest! I don't have sympathy for him.. Come on Fuller, get up
Sean is right in front of the announce table, using it as leverage to get to his feet. He stumbles around a bit clutching at his chest when Jones comes running across the ring and using the ring steps as an extra boost as he comes flying over the top rope with a Fosbury Flop, taking Fuller back down to the floor! Popping back to his feet, running off pure adrenaline, Jones lets out a roar as the Portland fans cheer him on. He stomps around at ringside, trying to get fired up but then goes for Fuller who's crawling near the timekeeper area. Jones looks to bring him back vertical but receives the end of a steel chair to the gut. Duce stumbles backwards, grabbing at his midsection and coughing horribly again. Now with malice in his eyes, Sean Fuller throws the chair at full velocity towards Jones face, catching him with a solid shot that sends a loud clang echoing throughout the Moda Center!
Jim Gunt: Oh My Lord! Did you hear the sound of that?
Mike Rolash: Music to my ears, Jim Bean..
The chair clanks on the ground and Jones is out on his feet but has yet to go down. He has blood that begins to flow from his nose, down his neck and onto his chest, turning his once white shirt, crimson instantly. Fuller goes to advance on Jones but something appears to be off as Duce slumps down a bit. His eyes are glossed over and any traces of Duce being home were null and void.
Jim Gunt: I think something's wrong with Duce, Mike..
Mike Rolash: I thought we had already established that something was wrong with Duce…
Jim Gunt: No you numbskull, look at him!
Duce is leaning awkwardly to the left as Davidson backs Fuller off to check on Duce. Jones drops to his ass before falling over to his side, bringing the entire Moda Center to an awkward silence. Davidson immediately begins to check on Duce but he's zoned out as his eyes stare off into nothing.
Jim Gunt: Ladies and gentlemen, I really don't know what to say right now..
Mike Rolash: If you ask me, I think the Kid that Never Dies… died…
Jim Gunt: Don't say that Mike!
Mike Rolash: Damn, is it too early?
Davidson continues to check on Duce and immediately calls for the bell, throwing up the 'X' sign towards the back. Davidson points towards Fuller quickly as the victor but immediately goes back to tending to Jones as paramedics make their way down the aisle, pulling a stretcher along with them.
Jim Gunt: I'm sorry fans but it appears that Duce maybe had some type of complications from previous competitions.
Mike Rolash: I don't know but all jokes aside, I hope he's able to make a speedy recovery.
Jim Gunt: Well fans, as the EMTs get Jones loaded onto the stretcher, we're going to step away for a moment.
Ray Douglas: The following contest is an Omega Block Match set for one fall with a thirty minute time limit!
The lights drop in the arena as "Mosh" by Eminem begins to fill the arena with a certain buzz. A neon green target shines brightly on top of the stage before two large pyros BOOM, making the fans ears ring. The Marksman appears at the top of the stage looking left and right before making his slow, strut-like, dickhead walk to the ring.
Ray Douglas: Introducing first, from Chicago, Illinois… JAY ‘THE MARKSMAN’ MORA!!
The boos could be heard from outside the arena, the fans hate this man so much. Mora makes his way up the stairs with a smug smile on his face. He stops at the ring post to look right, taking time out to point to a fan and talk some trash before entering the ring.
Jim Gunt: Week 6 action here in the Omega Block. Jay Mora set to take on Bubba Love. Both of these competitors looking to pick up the victory and add some points to their totals.
Mike Rolash: No kidding! Both Mora and Love bringing up the rear of the field and with time quickly running out, both men are going to need to string together some wins and get a little luck if they want any chance of having a shot
Jim Gunt: Couldn’t have said it better myself, Mike. If either of these men want any kind of chance at impressing and possibly earning a shot at the CWF World Championship, they’re going to have to get the ship righted tonight.
Richard Dawson's voice comes from the speakers, screaming, "Who loves you? Who do you love?!" The crowd jumps to its feet cheering and applauding as "What is Love" by Haddaway booms out of the speakers. Bubba comes from the back, smiling, waving and greeting everyone he can as he enters the arena. Shaking hands, signing anything he can quickly, and just making everyone's star fantasies come true.
Ray Douglas: And his opponent, from Day, Minnesota… the ‘Love Removal Machine’ … BUBBA LOVE!!
He gets out to the ring and sets his hand on the apron, using it to help him jump up to the ropes. Standing smiling and waving at his adoring fans, Bubba reaches down and goes underneath the top rope and enters the ring.
Mike Rolash: Bubba Love pandering to the fans as usual. He needs to stop worrying about slapping hands and signing autographs and focus on picking up a victory here tonight.
Jim Gunt: Bubba Love never one to shy away from interacting with the fans. But with so much on the line in this tournament you may very well be correct, Mike. In any case, this match should be interesting.
The referee checks in on Love and Mora making sure each man is ready for competition. With each man giving their nod, the referee turns and calls for the opening bell.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Mora and Love both move out of their respective corners and step towards the center of the ring. The two men begin circling each other, looking for an early opening to exploit in an attempt to possibly pick up a quick victory. Just as the two men move in to lock up the sounds of “Bank Account (Remix)” floods the Moda Center from the speakers. The fans immediately rise to their feet offering up a chorus of boos. The amount of cheers that can be heard is apparent however, as the Portland crowd proves to be split down the middle.
Jim Gunt: Wait a minute! Mike, that’s Johnny Graves’ music!
Mike Rolash: Why is his music playing? We already saw him out here tonight when defeated Konrad Raab and Jeff Jackson!
Both Love and Mora turn their attention towards the stage, looks of confusion on their respective faces. The response from the sold out Moda Center only seems to intensify as a figure emerges onto the stage. However this man is not Johnny Graves. Instead a middle-aged gentlemen with salt and pepper hair and well trimmed beard. He wears a black suit over a white button-up and a pale pink tie. The man holds a microphone in his right hand as he slowly begins moving down the ramp approaching the ring.
Jim Gunt: I’m not really sure what to make of this situation. Johnny Graves’ music is being played but that is definitely not the Sin City Saint.
Mike Rolash: That’s an understatement. Clearly it isn’t Graves, the question is who the hell is he?
As the man reaches the ringside area he moves to near stairs and begins climbing them confidently. He steps onto the apron of ring before climbing through the ropes entering the ring. Mora and Love both stare at the man in confusion, demanding to know what he’s doing out here, and asking the referee to get the mystery man out of the ring. The music dies and soon the Portland crowd follows. The man grins warmly and holds up a hand motioning for Mora and Love to calm down. Slowly the man raises the microphone to his lips and begins speaking…
Mystery Man: If you gentlemen would kindly allow me a moment, I will be more than happy to explain everything to you. It is with my sincerest apologies that I am out here, interrupting your opportunity at gaining some ground in this tournament, but time is of the essence. For those of you who don’t know, my name is Marcus Carter. Now I want everyone to understand something. I am not a professional wrestler. I am not here to declare my intention of dominance over the Championship Wrestling Federation. I am not here to issue any kind of challenge or bring any harm to these fine gentlemen in the ring and all the ladies and gentlemen in the back.
A murmur emits from the crowd as they watch on in curious confusion.
Mike Rolash: Well if he’s not a wrestler and he’s not here to challenge anyone what’s he doing interrupting this match-up?
Marcus Carter: It is however my intention to… assist in bringing CWF to new heights, new frontiers, if you will. You see, I look at CWF and I see a promotion that is good, but could be great. I see something that’s big, that could be huge. I see something special that could be invaluable. And that is exactly what has brought me to Portland, Oregon tonight and consequently, to this ring, interrupting you fine gentlemen. There will be a time and place for you two to attempt to gain victory in this tournament. But that time and place is not tonight.
Jim Gunt: What’s that supposed to mean?
Suddenly, from behind Johnny Graves smashes the end of his Easton Thunderstick into the back of Jay Mora’s skull. Mora immediately crumbles to the canvas. Suddenly aware of what’s happening, Love turns Graves and rushes him. Graves side steps and takes a Barry Bonds-type swing into the ribs of Love causing him to drop to his knees holding his torso as he gasps for breath.
Jim Gunt: IT’S JOHNNY GRAVES! THE IMPACT CHAMPION IS ASSAULTING JAY MORA AND BUBBA LOVE!!
Mike Rolash: Why? Johnny Graves isn’t involved in the Alpha Omega Tournament!
Graves stalks Love, a sick smile on his lips as he cocks back with the Thunderstick before driving the end into the back of Love’s skull just as he had Mora. With both men unconscious on the canvas, Graves drops the Thunderstick and drops himself to the canvas and rolls outside of the ring. Meanwhile, Carter simply stands proudly in the corner watching it all unfold. The roar of boos from the crowd is deafening. Graves flips the apron up and begins searching underneath the ring.
Jim Gunt: Now what? What the hell is Graves looking for under there?
Mike Rolash: I don’t know, but I have a feeling whatever it is, it’s not going to be good for Mora or Love.
Graves yanks a table from under the ring and another roar rises up from the fans in anticipation of what they’re about to bear witness to. On the outside of the ring, Graves begins setting up the table; extending each leg, locking it into place and then flipping the table into an upright position. He calls to Carter motioning with his index finger. Carter responds and moves forward giving Mora a push. Rolling Mora all the way to the ropes, Graves grabs hold of his head and pulls him from the ring and lays him across the table he had set up. Graves then latches onto Mora’s throat with his hands, strangling the man. Having seen enough the referee moves in and begins trying to pry Graves from Mora. Graves releases his hold only to turn around a drive a heavy right hand hand into the jaw of the referee, melting him immediately.
Jim Gunt: Oh my God! He just assaulted the referee!
Mike Rolash: What the hell is wrong with this guy? What is the point of this?
Jim Gunt: I have no idea, Mike. But I’m sure Graves can expect some heavy fines.
Mike Rolash: Honestly, Jim, I don’t think he cares.
With Mora in position, Graves slides back into the ring turning his attention on Love. Graves moves in grabbing Love by the head and begins pulling him up to his feet slowly. Regaining some awareness, Love throws a desperation punch at Graves’ ribs which appears to do little other than annoy Graves. Immediately Graves responds by driving a knee into the nose of Love halting his attempt at a comeback. Graves turns both he and Love around as he finally get’s Love on his feet, though doubled over. Graves hoists Love up onto his shoulders in a powerbomb position and begins moving towards the ropes.
Jim Gunt: Wait! No! No don’t do it!
Graves tosses Bubba Love over the top rope and sending him crashing into Jay Mora, putting both men through the table. The fans throughout Moda Center erupt in excitement, anger, loathing, and admiration. The range of emotions can be felt inside the building. Graves slowly backs away from the ropes, his eyes fixated on the carnage he’s caused with a far away look. Finally he comes to stop in the center of the ring, standing beside Carter. With a proud smirk on his face, Carter raises the microphone to his lips once again.
Marcus Carter: Ladies and gentlemen; CWF Officials; and the entire CWF roster, it is my distinct honor to introduce you all to your future. It’s with nothing but unbridled pride that I introduce to you the man that will revolutionize this company - and the wrestling world - as a whole… YOUR CWF IMPACT CHAMPION; THE SIN CITY SAINT… JOOOHNNY GRAAAAAVES!!
With that “Bank Account (Remix)” begins playing once again and Carter drops the microphone still smirking arrogantly. With Graves still in some kind of a trance staring down at the broken bodies of Mora and Love, Carter nudges him getting his attention. He motions with his head it’s time to leave. Graves turns his far away stare at the roaring fans as he backs his way towards the opposite ropes and falls through them landing on his feet. Graves slowly walks backwards up at the ramp with Carter walking before his face, Graves’ eyes trained on Carter as Carter hypes him up.
Jim Gunt: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m not sure what we just witnessed.
Mike Rolash: Johnny Graves has snapped, that’s what we witnessed. I mean that assault was completely uncalled for. Graves has nothing to do with this tournament. Nothing to do with Jay Mora or Bubba Love.
Jim Gunt: In any case, ladies and gentlemen I’m being told that this match has been ruled a No Contest. So neither man will be receiving points tonight in the Alpha Omega Tournament. But I think the bigger story here is what is going on with Johnny Graves and who is this Marcus Carter?
Mike Rolash: I hope someone around here get’s some answers. How did that man even get into the building?
Jim Gunt: I don’t know. But in any case, Evolution 67 rolls on...
With the station set to random wrestling themes on Pandora, Autumn shoved the earbuds into her ears and lowered her head, going into her own little world for the next few minutes, ignoring everyone who might dare to Cross her path at this moment. The music of 'The Fiend' filled her ears, screaming and drifting into her mind.
This block of the tournament was important. It was her final shot at getting into the door and advancing at least. She hadn't had any luck lately, and sitting at the bottom wasn't where she wanted to be. It wasn't for a lack of trying, it was for a lack of doing something about it. Now here she was with one last shot, and she didn't want to screw it up.
Getting on the board however meant getting past Ataxia...
She sniffed, bouncing lightly on her heels...
He was intimidating to say the least, but she couldn't let his masked visage wrap around her mind and throw her off.
Autumn Raven: I have to focus. If he won't, then I will. Too much is riding on this.
She sighed, stretching her arms above her head, working out the kinks before dropping them.
Going to war was never easy or fun, but times called to do crazy things. She turned and marched down the hallway, ready to do battle..
Ray Douglas: The following is an Omega Block Match scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit!
"I'M FINALLY HOLDING ON TO LETTING GO"
"Unsainted" by Slipknot kicks in and blue pyro blasts from the sides of the stage and JC comes out wearing his trenchcoat, staring out at the audience. Lights start to flash in the arena as he makes his way to the ring to the sounds of the chorus.
JC slides into the ring and climbs up on the middle rope of the side with the hard camera, raising his arms up and down to try to pump up the crowd. He jumps down and walks over to the same side before doing the same thing. JC then moves to a corner and tosses his trenchcoat to the outside before stretching before the match.
Ray Douglas: Introducing first, from Jersey City, New Jersey, he is the Answer….JC!!
Two random voices are heard speaking as if in demonic tones over the system, as the lights go out. The camera pans over to the top of the stage area where three red siren lights begin to spin. The voices continue speaking the lights continue to go. Then a loud scream is heard, as she begins cackling over the system. Then the final line is spoken as a tall woman steps out from behind the curtain. A gas mask covers her face as her long raven hair falls to one side. She is holding a microphone looking up at the crowd her red eyes glowing with the sirens.
“I will be Queen!”
She cackles as she drops the microphone lifting her arms up the sirens cut out. Poor Unfortunate Souls by Jonathan Young begins playing over the system as her arms go above her head in an X as her hashtag appears on the screen. She walks down the ramp letting her coat flow behind her as she drapes her arms to her side. She growls as she climbs up the stairs standing on the outside of the ring, she climbs through, taking the gas mask off looking at her opponent as she climbs the turnbuckle, placing her hands above her head in an X once more as she drops down turning to face JC.
Ray Douglas: And his opponent, from Aokigahara, Japan, she is the hashtag Queenslayer….STARLIGHT!!
Jim Gunt: Nick McArthur is our official for this matchup, and it should be a good one, Mike!
Mike Rolash: Indeed, the hashtag Queenslayer started off the Omega Block hot with four points, but in the meantime has fallen into a bit of a losing streak. Meanwhile JC has done quite the opposite, winning match after match as of late to tie him at first place in the block at six points.
Jim Gunt: Quite analytical, Mike, I’m impressed.
Mike Rolash: Been hanging out with Church and State after the shows lately, can you tell?
Jim Gunt: Why wasn’t I invited!?
McArthur calls for the bell, the Portlands fans showing their approval for what should be a well rounded contest between two of the international stars coming into CWF for the Alpha and Omega Tournament. JC comes to the center of the ring looking taken aback by Starlight, not used to wrestling a female competitor that measures up to his size. He locks up with her for a test of strength anyway, and Starlight shoves him down to the canvas.
Jim Gunt: JC has dominated the last few weeks of the Alpha and Omega Tournament, even picking up a big win against block favorite Silas Artoria a month ago, but has he met his met in the Queenslayer here tonight?
Mike Rolash: Starlight is a big...uhh...hurdle to jump, but JC has fought against bigger competitors and came out ahead before. Question is, with his mind so set on Jack Michaels in his home fed of Carnage Wrestling, does he really have his head in the game for this week’s match?
Jim Gunt: He’s going to need to, Mike, because Starlight just caught him after he rebounded from the ropes...MASSIVE powerslam!
Starlight continues to have her way with the Carnage Wrestling star, lifting him back to his feet and tossing him back into the corner. Measuring JC up, she runs with full force into the corner and meets nothing but the turnbuckles as the Answer dashes out through the ropes to the apron just in time! The Queenslayer is furious, swinging wildly at JC to knock him off the apron but misses again, and JC clocks her with a Stunner!
Jim Gunt: Starlight’s neck connected with the top rope on the way down there following JC’s Stunner, that was NOT pretty.
Mike Rolash: Not pretty, but effective Jimbo, as JC is back in the ring and finally has control of the dominating Starlight.
Sliding back into the ring, JC drops three succeeding elbow drops against the face and neck area of Starlight, doing his best to keep the amazon down. Somehow she continues to fight right back to up to her feet, but walks right into an Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex by JC! The Answer enjoys a brief cheer from the Portland crowd, who seem to have come around to the Carnage star despite his reputation. He lifts his opposition up yet again, tossing her into the ropes before catching her on the way through with an STF!
Jim Gunt: Impressive takedown into the STF from JC, will he be able to make the Queenslayer tap?
Mike Rolash: It appears not, as she has already begun to get to her feet.
Jim Gunt: My god, JC is just hanging off Starlight like a ragdoll!
Speaking of ragdolls, Starlight treats JC like one as she grabs onto his waist with both hands, flipping him over her head. But JC lands on his feet! The Answer ducks under a running clothesline attempt from Starlight, catching her with a neckbreaker on the way through. A Butterfly Suplex from the Answer does it job to damn near finish Starlight off, but he is not done, lifting her up and tossing her into the ropes instead.
Jim Gunt: BIG BOOT OF DEATH!
Mike Rolash: Boom!
Starlight’s body snaps against the canvas like a bullet hitting a target, and JC isn’t one to waste time, shoving the Queenslayer onto her back and tucking both of her legs as McArthur drops down to make the cover.
Ray Douglas: The winner of this match and picking up two points in the Alpha and Omega Tournament….JC!!
Jim Gunt: Another big win for the Answer, who is going to be able to stop the Carnage Wrestling superstar?
Mike Rolash: I’m not sure anyone can, but he goes up against up and comer PJ Blake in two weeks so we’ll see!
Ray Douglas: The following is scheduled for one fall, with a thirty minute time limit! Introducing first…
The opening line to "Inna Gadda Da Vida" begins to play, but it sounds somewhat different. It turns out to be "Hip Hop Is Dead" by Nas, and the crowd not only boos this but also the appearance of the Dreamcatcher from behind the curtain. Throwing up a sarcastic peace sign with an evil grin, Ariel struts down the ramp to the crowd's jeers. Before entering the ring, she removes her glasses and sandals; electing to wrestle barefoot.
Ray Douglas: Introducing first, hailing from Anchorage, Alaska and weighing in at one hundred and forty six pounds... she is The Dreamcatcher, ARIEL SHADOWS!
Jim Gunt: In a tournament full of ups and downs, Ariel Shadows has found herself more than a few points short of where she needs to be if she wants to stay in contention for the Alpha and Omega Tournament.
Mike Rolash: A win here tonight could be just what she needs to bounce back!
Ariel slides into the ring underneath the bottom rope, then does a quick push-up like move to bounce up to her feet. Ariel runs the ropes a couple of times, opting not to pose. After a couple of bounces off the ropes, she does a couple of stretches in the corner, and a high kick putting the foot above her head. She then simply awaits in the corner for her opponent.
Ray Douglas: And introducing the opponent…
The arena lights go off as "Bastard Samurai" starts to play while the rampway fills with purple smoke. The crowd waits before the drums kick in, and out enters Kyuseishu under a single white spotlight. Behind him march 11 red suited kabuki masked wearing disciples. Kyuseishu's jet black hair is pulled back in a bun in is in the all to familiar traditional samurai hair style, and wearing a men's blue and black Kimono he raises his arms in a pose of the cross.
Ray Douglas: Hailing from Tokyo, Japan and weighing in at two hundred and seventy seven pounds… he is the Holy Samurai, KYUSEISHU!
Jim Gunt: The Holy Samurai has proven himself a force to be reckoned with. Although his methods are questionable, after his recent string of victories you have to ask yourself; could this man be anointed by God?
Mike Rolash: You’ve changed your tune on this guy!
Jim Gunt: I call ‘em like I see ‘em, I don’t like it one bit though!
Kyuseishu soaks in the jeers from the crowd before clapping his hands together and bowing towards the ring. The battle is upon him as he slowly walks to the ring hands out and palms up looking to the skies focused only on his battle. Kyuseishu says a small prayer before entering the ring removing his Kimono and mask showing off his powerful body as he looks with one eye through a triangle formed by his hands. He backs away into the corner as his disciples walk back up the ramp, staring down Shadows as he waits for the start of the match.
“Big” Denny Davidson performs the customary pat down of each competitor before calling for the bell to be rung, and this match is underway!
Both competitors circle each other in the middle of the ring and Kyuseishu gets things started by delivering a vicious chop to The Dreamcatcher sending her staggering around the ring before delivering a stiff forearm shot to her head. Shadows fights back with a series of chops of her own before running to the corner and ascending to the top rope, but Kyuseishu is ready for her as he pulls her feet out from beneath her and sends her tumbling to the outside of the ring. Kyuseishu pulls Shadows to her feet before whipping her into the turnbuckle and catching her with a scoop slam when she bounces off the steel post and turns around. Kyuseishu dives back into the ring to avoid a count out, but The Dreamcatcher isn’t far behind!
Jim Gunt: Kyuseishu taking early control in this match, but Ariel Shadows is keeping him on his toes!
Mike Rolash: How long can she keep this up though? Kyuseishu has over a hundred pounds on her!
In the ring Kyuseishu now has Shadows locked in an abdominal stretch and The Dreamcatcher grasps desperately at the ropes in an attempt to escape. She manages to fight her way out of Kyuseishu’s grasp and break free with a series of elbow shots before spinning around and connecting with a huge spinning kick to the side of Kyuseishu’s head. The Holy Samurai drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring, dazed from the blow, and Shadows goes flying with a suicide dive over the top rope! Both competitors are sprawled out on the outside of the ring but it’s Kyuseishu who is up first and he dives back into the ring. Shadows crawls underneath the bottom rope as Denny Davidson calls “SEVEN!”, right into a knee drop to the face from Kyuseishu… or so he thought! Shadows rolls away and the knee connects with nothing but mat, Shadows is back on her feet and she hits a bionic elbow! Kyuseishu is down and The Dreamcatcher covers!
Jim Gunt: Usually Ariel’s bionic elbow is hit from a springboard position, evidently the standard version isn’t quite enough to put Kyuseishu away here tonight!
Mike Rolash: Or perhaps it’s divine intervention keeping him in this match?
Kyuseishu throws his shoulder up and both competitors climb back to their feet. Kyuseishu whips Shadows into the ropes and catches her with a shoulder block on the rebound before yanking her back to her feet and hitting a vicious short arm lariat; The Lord’s Lariat! Shadows is down and Kyuseishu tries for a cover of his own!
Jim Gunt: The Dreamcatcher showing a hell of a lot of resiliency here tonight, but how much longer can she possibly hold it up for?
Mike Rolash: I think her tenacity might be starting to get to the Holy Samurai a little bit...
Kyuseishu pounds the mat in frustration before taking a deep breath and composing himself. Shadows takes the opportunity to roll to her feet and try for another kick that Kyuseishu evades but she quickly changes her feet and connects with a solid kick to Kyuseishu’s ribs! While The Holy Samurai is trying to get back to his feet Shadows runs at the ropes and jumps looking for springboard bionic elbow but there’s nobody home! Shadows nimbly jumps back to her feet and Kyuseishu seizes her and thrusts her head between his legs before hitting Deeds of the Saints! Kyuseishu covers!
“Bastard Samurai” resumes playing as Kyuseishu pushes a limp Ariel Shadows away.
Ray Douglas: Your winner… The Holy Samurai, KYUSEISHU!
Jim Gunt: Points for trying, but Ariel Shadows just didn’t have what it takes to beat Kyuseishu here tonight.
Mike Rolash: Two more points in the Alpha and Omega Tournament… Kyuseishu is sitting on eight points, and looking like a real threat as we enter the final weeks!
Kyuseishu exits the ring and saunters back up the ramp, performing a small prayer as he looks out over the crowd before ducking back behind the curtain.
The cameras open in the backstage area of the Moda Center. Following behind CWF interviewer, Tara Robinson as she quickly moves through the corridor passing all kinds of techs and equipment apparently in search of something very specific. Suddenly, Tara slows her pace as she approaches a locker room door. Standing beside the door, leaning back against the wall is none other than Marcus Carter. His hands are shoved in the pockets of his black slacks as he stands in silent confidence. As Tara approaches his attention is turned to her and a smile forms on his lips.
Tara Robinson: Marcus Carter, excuse me, I was hoping I cou-
Marcus holds up a hand palm out stopping Tara mid-sentence. He tilts his head to side slightly as he studies her a moment.
Marcus Carter: I know what it is you want to ask me, Ms. Robinson. Unfortunately, I do not have the time to answer any questions at this moment. You see, my client and I really must make a flight as we have some extremely important and… lucrative meetings planned for tomorrow.
Tara looks around appearing a little confused.
Tara Robinson: Speaking of your client… where is Johnny Graves?
As if on cue the locker room door swings open and through the doorway the camera picks up the image of Johnny Graves. No longer in his ring gear, he now wears a black zip-up hoodie and blue jeans. As Johnny steps out of the locker room into the corridor he turns around to face into the room once more. Now the camera captures the image of Maggie Lockheart standing in the locker room. Johnny and Maggie exchange a few words in hushed tones before Johnny moves away from the door and Maggie closes it behind him. Johnny turns and comes face to face with Tara Robinson, the curiosity burning in her eyes. She lifts the microphone to her lips but before she can utter a word, Johnny reaches out and clutches the microphone in his palm. He slowly pushes down lowering the microphone away from her mouth. His left hand raises and he places his index finger against his lips signaling for Tara to remain quiet. Johnny turns his attention to Marcus and motions with his head they need to leave. Johnny flashes one final look at Tara before turning his back on her and walking away. Tara looks on in confusion as Marcus Carter steps up beside her. He turns his head to look down at her with a shark smile.
Marcus Carter: Like I said, we’ve got to go.
With that Carter steps away from Tara following his client off camera.
Ray Douglas: The following is an Omega Block Match scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit!
"Coming In Hot" by Diamante hits as two women step out and walk to the edge of the stage where it meets the ramp and stand there with their heads bowed. PJ Blake saunters out wearing a pastel blue hooded sweatshirt and stands between her entourage, Marisol and Nicole, slowly setting her feet right and bringing her arms straight out. PJ throws back her head and then proceeds down to the ring. She slides into the ring under the bottom rope, whipping her legs all the way around and winding up in the middle of the ring on one-knee and her arms spread like an Eagle's wings. She slowly lifts her head, revealing a smile to the crowd of fans cheering and raving for her as her entourage simply stands at the bottom of the ramp.
Ray Douglas: First, from Seattle, Washington, the Icon….PJ BLAKE!!
"Something Got Me Started" by Simply Red begins to play over the sound system as the lights dim to a midnight hue and fog fills the stage. Silas Artoria emerges from backstag, laser focused on the ring to the general discomfort of those in the ring. There’s something...different about his aura. He takes off his jacket, leaving only a long sleeve vest and gloves behind.
Ray Douglas: Introducing first… being accompanied by Hidetaka Ito.. from Toronto, Ontario, Canada! The Psychotic Aristocrat....SILAS ARTORIA!!
The mixed response from the crowd wasn’t surprising. PJ was as close to a hometown hero as you could get on this card. He doesn’t showboat, or observe the crowd as he had done for the past few weeks. He simply hands his jacket to Ito and climbs into the ring, darting to his corner opposite PJ Blake. The Icon seems perplexed, but ready.
Jim Gunt: PJ Blake standing at four points, Silas just ahead with six. If Blake can defeat one of our stalwalds, she’ll be in competition for a title match at WrestleFest! Touch competition, but Alpha and Omega was never intended to be a walk in the park.
Jim Gunt: And the match has begun and SILAS IS IMMEDIATELY AT IT!
Silas launches from his corner and a big boot to Blake! She ducks! Chop to Silas, chop to Blake! Silas grabs Blake for a whip, reverses with Silas heading towards the ropes! SIT OUT HIP TOSS FROM BLAKE! But Silas grabbed hold of the ropes! Blake is on her backside as Silas storms towards her! Knockout! But Blake moved to the side, Silas bounces on the ropes and sprints back towards her! She goes for a spinning back elbow! But Silas ducks under! He hooks her arms, SNAP DRAGON!
Jim Gunt: Starting off fast! The sheer energy in Silas!
Blake clutches her neck as she crawls towards the nearest turnbuckle. Silas goes for the opposite side, and aims towards her! He sprints! A Knockout! Blake ducks and the knee lands on the turnbuckle! He turns around, but Blake shoulder tackles him to the turnbuckles! She lifts him onto the top rope. Silas kicks her face to stagger her! He jumps back onto the mat for the electric chair position!
Jim Gunt: FALL OF MAN!? THIS QUICKLY!??
The crowd react negatively as their hometown hero struggles to break herself free, wiggling around as Silas struggles to keep her in place! She successfully breaks free! But an elbow from Silas leaves her staggering. Silas shoots around to go back at her, she lifts him on the top turnbuckle! She jumps, DROPKICK AND SILAS GOES TUMBLING OUT OF THE RING!
Jim Gunt: What a dropkick from the Icon knocking Artoria all the way out of the ring!
Mike Rolash: And his mentor going right to him.
Ito dives towards Silas, being careful not to touch him, as the Oregon crowd shower PJ Blake with their approval. She looks tense, having been given an explosive start to the match, but with encouragement from Marisol and Nicole, she rolls out of the ring and grabs Silas. She holds his hair, and charges towards the barricade and lets go! Silas crashes hard, front first, and turns around clutching his abdomi--BIG BOOT by Blake to send Silas over into the crowd! Most of them get out of the way, as Silas slumps in one of the seats. Blake positions herself on the far side, and sprints towards the Canadian as he begins to stand up. CROSS BODY OVER THE BARRICADE! And the two tumble into a pile of attached chairs!
Jim Gunt: Holy shit!
Blake rests herself against the barricade, exhausted from the quick flurry but still standing. A quick moment to catch her breath, and she returns to Silas in the crumpled chairs. It doesn’t take long to drag him over the barricade, as she pushes his limp body inside the ring.
Jim Gunt: Here comes PJ from the top rope…
Blake takes some time to climb to the top of a turnbuckle near her still limp opponent. A quick adjustment, she leaps off! A HIGH SOARING FROG SPLASH! Silas clutches his stomach as Blake is quick to her feet! She drags Silas up, puts him the position for The Sizzle! She lifts him up! But he immediately comes back down! He pushes her backwards and through the ropes she goes! She immediately lifts herself back up! SPRINGBOARD CROSSBODY OVER THE TOP ROPE! And Silas and Blake crumble down, with the former on his knees clutching his abdomen.
Jim Gunt: What a move there by Silas Artoria!
Mike Rolash: Silas can do some pretty things when he tries.
With a great grunt, Silas throws Blake back into the ring, and quickly ascends the nearby turnbuckle. Halfway there, he beckons Blake to her feet, and despite the protestations of Blake’s companions, she does so while still groggy. Silas jumps! MISSILE DROPKICK TO HER NECK! He quickly covers her!
Silas on his knees as Blake just about survives the pinfall attempt. He closes his eyes, deep breath, back to work. He traps Blake between his legs, and grabs hold of her head and jerks it to the side. Blake grunts with pain as Silas twists her head further, as the crowd start to shower down light boos.
Blake is enduring the pain, and starts to kick her feet forward towards the ropes, lightly pushing the two onward inch by inch. The crowd start their chants towards Blake, and with the combination of Marisol and Nicole chanting alongside them, is motivating her! She’s kicking! Closer and closer to the ropes, just a few more inches! Silas frees one hand and continues applying pressure with the weight of his arm, as he grabs Blake’s leg! The crowd boo, but pipe up immediately as Blake starts to use her hand! She’s getting closer! And closer! Millimeters away!
Silas elbows her neck! Blow by blow, hitting it harder with each strike! The crowd react very negatively as Blake struggles to shield her neck. Silas eventually lets her free, and stands up while Blake stays seated, gripping her neck.
The crowd explode with a chorus of boos as Silas slaps the back of Blake’s neck hard. He doesn’t seem too bothered, patrolling around the ring as he contemplates his next move.
Jim Gunt: Silas is in his element here tonight, perhaps more brutal than ever.
Mike Rolash: He’s going to need to be, Jimbo, we’re getting down to the nitty gritty of this tournament. One loss here and Artoria could easily fall from the top of the leaderboard!
Silas grabs Blake, and lifts her up into a cradle position. BACKBREAKER FOR THE COVER!
A weak kickout by Blake, as she grips the back of her neck. Little time to react as she is forced to sit up by Silas. Hard kick to the back of her neck! She goes down but is dragged back up. Another shoot kick, with the sickening strike being heard from the back of the arena. A chop to her front and she goes down again. Silas covers her.
Kickout! Silas wraps his arm around her neck and begins to tighten.
Jim Gunt: Artoria putting all his weight on the headlock, but PJ has a hell of a support team outside!
Mike Rolash: Why are they allowed out there again?
Marisol and Nicole begin to pound on the mat, chanting for Blake to get back up! The crowd join in as support for her increases to near fever pitch! She slowly drags herself to her feet, her opponent’s weight be damned as he is still locked in. Elbow to his abdomen, though pained expression he still keeps it locked in! Another one! Silas breaks the hold and elbows her neck! But she is still standing! Another elbow to her neck, and she stumbles to the ropes.
Silas grabs her, and whips her to the opposite side. Countered! Silas bounces and flies back! BIG BOOT! Silas tumbles down! Blake is clutching her neck as her two associates point towards her flat opponent. A little skip for a simply senton. BLOCKED BY SILAS, HE PULLED UP HIS KNEES!
Ray Douglas: TEN MINUTES HAVE ELAPSED! TWENTY MINUTES REMAINING!
Jim Gunt: Ten minute mark!
Silas drags Blake up and sticks her head between his legs. A crazed look in his eyes, he wraps his arms around her waist and picks her up, head down! The crowd shower down their disapproval while Silas teases a piledriver! Blake with a quick kick to his head to send her back down, but not free. A slap to the neck, he wraps her arms around her again, and tries to pick her up! No avail! Blake is resisting! Silas spreads across her back to try and use core strength to pick her up! Blake starts to straighten up! And lifts Silas up! Quick burst of energy, she is free, and Silas lands crack on his back!
Blake staggers to the turnbuckle in front of her, exhaustively supporting her weight on the ropes. Marisol and Nicole are quick to gather, giving words of encouragement, as Blake turns around and sees Silas rise on the opposite turnbuckle.
She charges towards him, Silas moves out of the way and drives her shoulder into the turnbuckle. Silas returns to charge, but Blake picks him up! She’s got his legs around her head! NECKBREAKER! Blake collapses as Silas grips his head.
Jim Gunt: Massive Neckbreaker off the exchange from PJ Blake, but she is unable to capitalize.
Mike Rolash: These two are exhausted Jimbo, they’ve given it all here tonight.
Blake is quick to get back up as Silas slowly rises. Two elbows to his head as she forces him to the ropes. She whips him, reversed and she bounces of the ropes! Swing and a miss, Blake bounces off again, shoulder tackle to his abdomen to send him flying! Blake heads to the opposite corner as Silas tries to support himself. She charges and rotates! Stiff elbow hits Silas hard! Just jumps up! SWINGING DDT! Silas is writhing in pain as Blake positions herself at the opposite corner again! A charge! A simple uppercut to keep her opponent down. For the cover!
Jim Gunt: I coulda swore that was it!
Mike Rolash: And that’s why you never made it as a hotline psychic, Jim.
Blake drags Silas up onto his feet, and positions him to hit the Sizzle, but can’t get him up. Her neck is straining, and isn’t supporting the weight. He breaks free, a strike to the neck to keep her stationary! He stalks her like prey, and a hard chop to her neck! Blake staggers around, and another hard chop to the neck. She’s on her knees! One more, harder chop, and the pain drags her to the mat. He picks her up, on a fireman's carry for an airplane spin!? Denied! She wiggles away and back on her feet! Quick chop, she whips Silas to the ropes! Reversed! Blake catapults back, and back into the fireman’s carry! Backbreaker! Silas onto the turnbuckles. FROG SPLASH! KNEES UP! SILAS LANDS ON HIS ABDOMEN!
BLAKE IS IMMEDIATELY BACK UP! TO THE ROPES AND TOWARDS SILAS! FRANKENSTEINER BY SILAS SENDS BLAKE OUTSIDE!
Blake leans against the apron as she grips her neck, surrounded by her small entourage. DROPKICK TO HER NECK! She’s forced face first into the barricade; her lip is slightly busted open! She checks her lip to see how bad it was. Painful but not gushing. She looks back in the ring and sees Silas’ eyes, burning a hole in crazed mania.
A mighty roar, as he sprints for the ropes, bounce, heading to the ropes faster, bounce! FLATBACK FROM A CHARGING BLAKE! Both are down, with Silas clutching his abdomen, and Blake writhing in pain from her neck. The crowd shower their support loudly.
Jim Gunt: My god, the crowd is on their feet!
Mike Rolash: I’m about to get on mine!
Blake is on her feet, trying to hit a Sizzle on Silas! Slap on the neck releases him! KNOCKOUT! BLAKE IS DAZED! Silas hits the ropes behind her and charges for a running bulldog! BLAKE GRABS SILAS’ WAIST! HOLDING HIGH GERMAN! SHE’S STILL GOT HOLD OF HIS WAIST! RIPCORD TO PULL SILAS IN FOR A SIZZLE, SILAS GRABS HOLD OF HER!
URANAGI! RIGHT ON HER NECK!
Silas grits his teeth in irritation. Blake is refusing to stay down despite all his attacks; her fighting spirit keeping her going. He exhales a growl, then looks towards Ito, who has been keeping relaxed and focused, the direct opposite of how Nicole and Marisol have been managing the match.
Ito points to his eye, and then his arm. A thin smile escapes him. And Silas makes his next move. His hand goes over his head, like a headache, and a light muscle twitch shoots up his arm. The arm lowers, and the camera gets a good look at Silas, and his bright, bloodshot red eye.
Mike Rolash: Hide me Jim!
Silas jumps to his feet, and one by one he takes off his gloves.
Jim Gunt: No…
And he grabs hold of his vest.
Jim Gunt: Dear god, NO!
And a clean swipe rips off his vest.
His right shoulder and arm, completely covered with the machinations of what lies within. Black ink skin, red indecipherable writing, and crazed energy with it.
Ray Douglas: TWENTY MINUTES HAVE ELAPSED! TEN MINUTES REMAINING!
Silas picks Blake up, locks her arms, and a backslide pin!
BLAKE AS HIS WRIST AS THEY ASCEND TO THEIR FEET! SILAS TWISTS IT! KNOCKOUT! AND A TOOTH FLIES OUT!
SILAS GRABS HER! He lifts her back on her feet with ease! HIGH GERMAN TO LAND ON HER NECK! He still has her locked in! Back onto their feet! Blake delivers an elbow to release her, and another to get some distance between the two!
THE CROWD ARE ON THEIR FEET AS BLAKE DASHES FORWARD TO LOCK SILAS IN! BUT SILAS FALLS BACKWARDS FLAT! She grabs hold of Silas, but the black arm scoops her up! Schoolboy!
Kickout! The two storm to their feet! REVERSERANA! BLAKE IS DOWN! FOR THE COVER!
KICKOUT BY A FRACTION OF A SECOND.
Silas is back on his feet, towering over Blake as the boos rain in from the advantage. Undeterred, a small smile escapes him, and a distant, yet familiar dark chuckle escapes him. He looks at the audience, as Blake could do nothing but look at the crazed worry coming from her companions.
Thumb out, Silas crosses it over his neck, soliciting even more boos. He drags the limb body to her feet, and lifts her up in the electric chair position. He lifts her up further, but Blake starts to kick Silas! Each kick brought her lower, and the crowd cheers her on! More kick strikes until she pushes herself forward off Silas’ shoulders.
But Silas catches her halfway! He leans back! FLAT ON HER NECK FOR A PIN!
KICKOUT, THERE IS STILL SOME FIGHT LEFT IN HER!
A loud slam from Silas’ blackened hand, as Silas gets ever more furious and crazed. Blake crawls towards the ropes as her opponent rises to his feet. Finger guns point towards her. He sprints for the ropes and darts towards--SPINNING ELBOW BY BLAKE!
SCREW THE RULES! SHE CAUGHT HIM! FOR THE COVER AS THE CROWD GO MENTAL!
Jim Gunt: HOW!? HOW CAN HE KICK OUT AFTER THAT!?
Mike Rolash: GET HIM AGAIN! END THIS! KILL THE NIGHTMARE!
Ray Douglas: TWENTY FIVE MINUTES HAVE ELAPSED! FIVE MINUTES REMAIN!
She drags him up, controlling his uncorrupted wrist! BACK HEEL KIC--NO! Silas ducks under and forces Blake to release him. She turns around--KNOCKOUT TO HER CHIN! SILAS PUTS HER HEAD BETWEEN HIS LEGS AND UNDERHOOKS THE ARMS! LIFTS UP! PILE DRIVER!
WEAK KICKOUT! THE MATCH CONTINUES!!
Silas belts out an almighty roar as he sprints for the far ropes. A bounce and a sprint to Blake! KNOCKOUT! Blake is out! Blake is out! SILAS PICKS HER UP FOR THE ELECTRIC CHAIR POSITION AND WALKS TOWARDS THE CENTRE OF THE RING!
Jim Gunt: FALL OF MAN!
Mike Rolash: This one has to finally be over!
DING DING DING!
Silas immediately shoots to his knees and looks over the crumpled body of Blake, just as the Portland crowd rain down their disapproval like heavy rain.
Ray Douglas: Your winner by pinfall, and picking up two points in the Alpha and Omega Tournament...SILAS ARTORIA!!
The crowd shower their reaction down harder, as Silas’ body returns to a normal state. A deep sigh escapes him, and he politely pats the chest of PJ Blake. She did well, no need to rub it in.
He leaves the ring and meets Ito face to face, with the latter giving the former a light nod of approval. The two begin their trek towards the gorilla position. Another week, another two points. Silas was still in competition for the top spot.
Silas and Ito enter the designated press zone, with a lit backboard covered with sponsor logos, and several cameras facing it. Silas quickly pulls up a chair while Ito goes on ahead. His expression is tense and tired.
Tara Robsinson: So, Silas--
Silas Artoria: --can I elaborate on what happened against PJ Blake? Of course! Only for you, Tara!
He clears his throat.
Silas Artoria: We’ve entered the second half of the Alpha and Omega tournament, and looking at the standings, I’m in a very hotly contested position. I’m in second place--joint second place--and the men I am competing with at the top of the table are favourite to win the whole thing.
He points to himself.
Silas Artoria: I cannot falter at this late stage, Tara. Even if I win, I am at the mercy of JC because of his damn tiebreaker! I can’t lose at anytime, because if I do, then I’ll be crawling back to the midcard with my tail between my legs!
He points outwards, from where he came from.
Silas Artoria: PJ Blake is a force to be reckoned with, I respect her, but when she asked me to bring it my all tonight, I complied and added the kitchen sink with it! If you didn’t like the match, then I do apologise, but when someone wants me to bring my best, I will.
Tara Robinson: And the result? After you took off your vest?
Silas delves into a brief thought.
Silas Artoria: To be honest Tara…
A faint smile escapes him.
Silas Artoria: ...I kind of enjoy it.
A brief, dark chuckle, as the camera cuts away.
Ray Douglas: The following is an Omega Block Match set for one fall with a thirty minute time limit!
Purple lights shine around the top of the ramp, fog rolling around it as the beginning lyrics of the song start to play, the tron displaying a purple outlined black raven with her name fading in over it.
“The sun is shining
Though everything’s dying
Your stars burned out for good
Somewhere in Hollywood”
As the guitar riff starts up, the purple lights start to flicker like a strobe light as Autumn slowly walks out from the back, coming to a stop at the top of the ramp. She glances out at the crowd with a smirk on her face as she starts down the ramp slowly.
Ray Douglas: From Los Angeles, California, weighing 120 pounds, she is the Beautiful Psychopath….AUTUMN RAVEN!!
She walks around the ring, glaring at the fans sitting at ringside before sliding under the bottom rope and leaping to her feet, giving the crowd a smug smile.
“The sun is shining
But everything’s dying
Your stars burned out for good
Somewhere in Hollywood
I swear it’s only
Cos you be my lies
Guess I’m misunderstood
You were my deadlihood”
She runs to the corner turnbuckle, climbing to the second one, taunting the crowd, as she flings her arms out to the sides once again before climbing down.
The lights flicker as we hear this over the PA System.
"Dangerous Tonight" by Alice Cooper starts to play as Ataxia enters the arena wearing his cloak of raven feathers, tophat, cane, and raven mask over his usual bag like mask. Ataxia spins the cane around and high fives fans as he walks down the ringside area. He leaps into the ring and whips off the cloak. He takes off the mask, hat and cane. A ring attendant grabs them as Ataxia waits...waving and blowing kisses at his Autumn.
Ray Douglas: And his opponent, from parts unknown, the Messiah Pariah….ATAXIA!!
Jim Gunt: Surprised to see the Messiah Pariah in such a good mood this evening, following his loss to JC in our last Omega Block week.
Mike Rolash: There’s nothing the masked freak loves more than putting down bodies on Tuesdays, and tonight Autumn Raven is the unlucky one in his way.
Trent Robbins starts off the Omega Block main event, checking on both competitors before calling for the bell. Ataxia and Autumn come to the center of the ring, Ataxia looking for a collar tie up but Raven quickly moving behind him and taking him down with a Russian Leg Sweep.
Mike Rolash: Oh look, the Russians have made it here!
Jim Gunt: No, we’re back in America, Mike…
Mike Rolash: Oh, nevermind.
Autumn rotates around the body of Ataxia, looking to quickly apply the Koji Clutch. He pushes out of it though, getting right back to his feet just to take a roundhouse kick from the Beautiful Psychopath! The Portland fans are on their feet cheering for Autumn as she raises her hand in the air and then points at Ataxia, running and sending him into the corner hard with a Missile Dropkick! The Messiah Pariah is clearly dazed now, and Raven looks to take advantage, seating him atop the top ropes.
Jim Gunt: Here we go, Autumn is going up to no man’s land.
Mike Rolash: A dangerous place to be, especially when Ataxia is up there with you…
Jim Gunt: Dragonrana! What a beautiful move!
Mike Rolash: A beautiful move from a Beautiful Psychopath!
Jim Gunt: Oh quit trying to butter her up, Mike, Autumn already swiped left on you once…
Mike Rolash: That’s not tru...cover!
At two and a half, Ataxia throws the smaller Raven up high and to the canvas. Quickly popping back up to his feet, the Messiah Pariah runs at Raven, dropping down as she begins to come to- SEATED LARIAT!
Jim Gunt: That lariat nearly ripped Autumn in half!
Mike Rolash: Oh no, she wouldn’t make a very pretty half person!
Jim Gunt: The Messiah Pariah now crawling on his hands and knees beside Autumn Raven, boy could he be any more creepy?
Mike Rolash: Yes!
Whispering sweet nothings in the ear of Autumn, Ataxia finally grabs her by the hair and begins to pull her up to her feet. But she kicks him right in the balls! Tax drops immediately holding onto his jewels, and Trent Robbins is quick to come over and nearly call for the disqualification. Autumn pleads with him not to, and after thinking long and hard on Ataxia’s statements about destroying CWF as of late, Robbins allows the match to continue.
Jim Gunt: Not sure that was fair there, but Robbins is allowing the low blow.
Mike Rolash: Of course it is, Ataxia has made himself loud and clear. He wants to cause the destruction of CWF with his own two hands. If I was Jaiden I would say fuck his contract and just fire him here and now!
Jim Gunt: Language, Mike!
Mike Rolash: Oh kiss my ass.
Taking advantage of the low blow, Autumn turns to the nearest corner and quickly makes her way there, hoping up to the top rope within one movement. She does a leap to turn around to face Ataxia and leaps off- NEVERMORE! The Swanton Bomb lands right on the masked one, and Autumn holds on for the pinfall.
Ataxia rolls his shoulder at the last second, saving himself from defeat!
Jim Gunt: That was a close one, Ataxia nearly lost his second match in a row in the Alpha and Omega Tournament.
Ray Douglas: TEN MINUTES HAVE ELAPSED! TWENTY MINUTES REMAIN!
Mike Rolash: We’re ten minutes in!
Jim Gunt: Indeed, ten minutes have elapsed in what has already been an explosive affair. Autumn now is bringing Ataxia back to his feet, but he comes right her with a STIFF knife edge chop. And there’s another one, backing Autumn into the ropes!
Autumn Raven is losing ground as Ataxia cranks back and hits her with a third successive chop to the chest. Surprisingly she comes right back however, spinning around to crack the Messiah Pariah with a Roundhouse Kick! Taking the head of her opponent, Raven leaps onto the ropes and swings onto the other one, executing a Tornado DDT! The Beautiful Psychopath doesn’t waste another second, going right back for the top rope and leaping off to hit yet another Swanton Bomb!
Jim Gunt: Another Anti-Hero! Will it be enough this time!?
Ray Douglas: The winner of this match by pinfall and picking up two points in the Alpha and Omega Tournament….AUTUMN RAVEN!!
Jim Gunt: What a win for Autumn here tonight! With her back against the wall, facing defeat here tonight with a loss or even a tie, the Beautiful Psychopath came back and won against the co-block leader in tonight’s main event!
Mike Rolash: We’re off next week folks, but we’ll see you October 22nd for the next Alpha and Omega supershow! Goodnight!
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