CONFLICT - 11/10/2018

[Robert Daniels]

Seattle Pro Wrestling Presents

SATURDAY - 11/10/2018
PEPSI CENTER - DENVER, COLORADO

CONFLICT IS LIVE FROM DENVER, COLORADO INSIDE THE PEPSI CENTER...THE HOME OF THE DENVER NUGGETS!

MCKAYLA LEWIS: Welcome Everyone to CONFLICT! Let’s roll some footage from earlier regarding tonight’s opening bout.

EARLIER TODAY...
Seattle Pro Tag Champion and former NVR RIZE Champion Sean Isaac Leonard Kennedy, better known as SILK walking alongside Seattle Pro newcomer Amira Kassouri whose become one of the hottest pickups Seattle Pro has made thanks to her incredible resume. SILK looks as if he’s showing her around backstage at her first Seattle Pro event. They start off by walking up to the catering table.

SILK: And this is where whether you win or get beat, you can come to eat. Though, most of the people no one gives a damn about can be seen her constantly roaming about.

SILK winks at Amira, knowing damn well that she’s the next big thing in Seattle Pro and not some jabroni who’ll be standing by the cold cuts all show due to a lack of booking and interest.

AMIRA KASSOURI: Hmm…

With narrowed eyes, AK-47 surveys her surroundings. She runs one finger along the table, eyeing the selection of nibbles.

AMIRA KASSOURI: Could be worse.

It’s not quite the 5 star luxury of Dubai but it’s not the cheap candy bars of Scotland either. She shrugs her shoulders, pops a halloumi bite into her mouth and turns to SILK with her eyebrows raised and a coy smile.

SILK: Aiight, follow me Queen, let me show you where your dressing room is and all of the amenities Seattle Pro has to offer on the way!

SILK signals with his hand for Amira to follow and she complies. The two begin walking down the hallway as they pass a few employees on the way.

AMIRA KASSOURI: So, tell me about the roster - anyone I need to watch out for?

She gives a courteous nod towards the passing staff.

SILK: Well, the guy you’re facing tonight, Billy Danielson, claims to be leading a new, less exciting version of the Dogs of War, so I imagine they’ll be running in a pack considering they can’t get much done themselves.

As he finishes, the corners of Amira’s mouth curls upwards again, head cocked to the side.

AMIRA KASSOURI: I’m glad someone has my back then.

He nods with his own smile before continuing with his assessment.

SILK: Jason Cashe is a crazy motherer, Ryan Henderson is just a flat out asshole and there was this whole Killswitch movement but once Hammerstein took a leave, someone flipped off that switch it seems.

SILK gives a chuckle to himself at that jab as the two continue on until Seattle Pro backstage reporter Samantha Kinsley comes across the pair.

SAMANTHA KINSLEY: Sean, Amira, how good to see you both, any chance I can get a word in from either of you?

SILK looks to Amira.

SILK: You’re the new beautiful lady around here, your call girl.

Grinning, she gives SILK a playful nudge then looks to the backstage reporter with a nod.

AMIRA KASSOURI: Sure, Samantha. Fire away.

SAMANTHA KINSLEY: Thanks, I think I speak for a lot of fans when saying it would be great to have your thoughts on signing with Seattle Pro? What are your plans here?

The newcomer takes a moment to respond, wetting her lips and glancing at SILK.

AMIRA KASSOURI: The same plans I have whenever I join a promotion - dominate. I’ve already won championships in Europe, the Middle East, my resumé speaks for itself. But despite everything, I’m still #BreakingAmerica, you know? I’m still trying to make it BIG in the US.

She stops again, a smirk widening.

AMIRA KASSOURI: I mean, this is where the money’s at, right? My hair and makeup ain’t cheap but I heard about the win bonus in the Seattle main event. Maybe SILK can confirm the specifics...

SAMANTHA KINSLEY: Aha! You two do seem fairly “close”...

Amira raises an eyebrow.

SAMANTHA KINSLEY: If you don’t mind me asking, how did that come about?

AMIRA KASSOURI: Talent attracts talent. I don’t know, you’d have to be blind not to notice it right here.

She laughs, enjoying the idle boasts but self-aware enough to realise she has a lot to prove.

SILK: Samantha, don’t be a jealous fool that Amira makes all the fellas drool. Fact of the matter is, I ain’t seen anyone as beautiful outside of the ring that puts on just as beautiful of a display inside the ring like Amira when she does her thing.

SILK glances at Amira, flashing her his signature wink as it’s clear his eyes glimmer when he looks at her.

SILK: Now, if you don’t mind Ms. Kinsley, we’re through, we both got matches to prep for and some explorin’ to do.

Samantha nods as the two move on from her and continue on down the hallway.

AMIRA KASSOURI: You know… after we win our matches tonight, you’ll have to show me round Seattle.

She glances down at her Kevin Durant OKC jersey and giggles.

AMIRA KASSOURI: I’ll wear something else though.

SILK has a grin from ear to ear.

SILK: C’mon girl, not only do you look fly, I think that would be classic to see the looks in the eyes of all those around us in the club, no lie. You gonna draw more heat than the sun.

SILK laughs, smiling at Amira once more like it’s the only thing possible when he looks at her. They come to a brown door that looks a bit more enforced than all of the others they passed. SILK opens it up and the two poke their heads in.

SILK: Another word of advice, avoid boiler rooms, I think that bumbaclot Jimmy Pagan be roamin’ around down there.

There is a concerned expression across her face as she quints through the darkness.

AMIRA KASSOURI: Ew… did he get evicted from his one room flat or something?

She takes a step backwards, nose turned up at the thought.

SILK: If you saw this fool, it’s clear he either used to live under a bridge or in Marilyn Manson’s garage.

AMIRA KASSOURI: Sounds like I’d smell him before I saw him.

SILK shuts the door as the two continue on with their backstage trek.

SILK: So, what's goody? You down to light this city on fire after we pick up those W’s? After all, I intend to be a Double Champion again after I dethrone Latimer for that World Championship tonight and your impending first win in Seattle Pro is more than reason enough already.

AMIRA KASSOURI: Yeah, course I’m down! I wanna celebrate with cocktails. Lots and lots of cocktails.

She sighs at such a heavenly thought. Amira is possibly an alcoholic.

AMIRA KASSOURI: Hell, even if I lose, I’m going out to drown my sorrows.

The newcomer stops abruptly, grabbing hold of SILK’s arm.

AMIRA KASSOURI: But I ain’t losing.

With another grin, she gestures for them to carry on their tour.

SILK: That makes two of us beautiful.

They come to a door which had a star on it that dons Amira’s name, indicating they’ve come to their final destination; her dressing room.

SILK: Here we are lovely. I guess, we reconvene here after we get our wins out there?

Again, SILK flashes a wink, this one more playful than the first.

AMIRA KASSOURI: Yeah, thanks for showing me round. I’ll see you later - with the title belt.

With a sweet smile, she waves SILK off and slowly closes the door to her private dressing room.

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PRIDE GRAND PRIX
FIRST ROUND
★★★ TRIXIE ★★★
vs
★★★ XANDER JONES ★★★

The bell sounds with Xander Jones taking control early on and Trixie takes a couple of roundhouse kicks from Jones and ends up on the ring ropes holding her abdomen. Jones whips her from the ropes to the other side of the ring and Jones runs back into the ropes to try and spear Trixie. Trixie takes a vault to roll over Jones's back and then does a matrix style dodge to avoid Jones's clothesline in order to be in close range for a quick kick to the gut and does her split legged stunner to Jones with a slow clap, jaw dropped fans nodding at ringside.

MCKAYLA LEWIS: Xander Jones has been a standout in Napa Valley and is considered viable threat to become Heavyweight Champion some day!

CHARLES HUDSON: Trixie has been here in the big leagues for the better part of the year and she consistently impressed with each performance.

Trixie runs back into Jones who gets around Trixie, almost locking in a rear naked choke. Trixie slinks down and escapes the hold to try and pin Jones by pulling him over onto his shoulders only for Jones to handstand onto his feet and measures Trixie for a DDT but Trixie pushes Jones into the ropes so she can try her Beautiful Disaster -RKO, but Jones pushes her into the ropes. Trixie escapes the exploder suplex with a quick sexy makeover split legged face buster and catches Jones with a super kick series. One to the inside of the knee, one to the kidney and then one to the side of the cranium.

MCKAYLA LEWIS: Trixie is making this look like another day at the office and proving why she’s one half of the Tag Team Champions and looking for a shot at the Pride Championship as well!

Trixie sizes up Xander Jones and casually reminds him of her open hand slap while Xander gives Trixie a shove to some boos and instead she punches her own fist to pump up the crowd. Trixie balls up her fist and takes a swing but Xander ducks it and goes for his pele kick. Trixie backs up to get out of his range, then runs past Xander to bounce off the rope and hits her shining apprentice early and makes the cover for 1...2...NEARFALL!

CHARLES HUDSON: It was nearly over! I could hear the bell ringing in my head, I just knew that Trixie was advancing right now!

Trixie gives the fans a smile as she personally leads the fans to cheerlead. She builds up with them, watching Xander slowly get back to his feet and blows on her open hand before leaning back to connect with the Hardest Slap Ever! Denver fans are holding their cheeks horrified as Trixie shakes out her hand and then bounces off the ropes to jump into the air and hit her Sexy Split Legged Leg Drop and makes the cover for 1...2...3!

GRAHAM STEVENS: Your winner by pin fall and advancing to the next round of the Pride Grand Prix...TRIXIE!

Trixie pushes herself up to a single knee and back rolls out of the ring foregoing the standard raised arm for the victor. Instead she joins Mariano Fernandez at the top of the ramp to celebrate.

MCKAYLA LEWIS: I guess you were right Charles. You called it before the match with Trixie.

CHARLES HUDSON: I told you all—I told the World. I’m sticking with my pick...Trixie for Double Champ!

MCKAYLA LEWIS: This was a very good match but we have a lot of action still ahead tonight. Let’s take a commercial break and come back for the second Pride Grand Prix Match with Amira Kassouri versus Billy Danielson!

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[Robert Daniels]

PRIDE GRAND PRIX
FIRST ROUND
★★★ BILLY DANIELSON ★★★
vs
★★★ AMIRA KASSOURI ★★★

The opponents circle each other until Billy Danielson offers a test of strength. Amira just rolls her eyes, muttering some obscenities. Danielson shrugs his shoulders, looking towards the crowd, but this gives AK-47 an opportunity to surge forward, dropping him to the mat with a spinning heel kick. He springs back up but is knocked back down, this time with a lightning quick legsweep. Amira lines Billy up, as he gets to his knees, and goes for a basement dropkick, but Billy moves out of the way in the nick of time.

Both get to their feet, but Billy grabs Amira by the hair, guiding her to the corner. The ref yells at Danielson, and Billy shoves her into the turnbuckles, before yelling back at the ref. Billy turns back to Amira, and she boots him in the chest. Danielson staggers back a step, but starts going back to her, when she kicks again. This time Billy catches her boot, and yanks her into his arms. He spins a little bit, before hitting her with a spinning belly to back suplex into the turnbuckle. Amira crumples to the ground, while Billy looks on with that devilish smirk.

MCKAYLA LEWIS: Danielson taunting the Seattle Pro crowd with a smirk.

CHARLES HUDSON: Did you see that suplex into the croner, McKayla? He has every right to smirk. He’s probably just admiring his handy work.

Amira rolls to the outside, and leans on the barricade. Billy hits the ropes, and fakes going for a suicide dive, juking the fans and causing Amira to stumble a little bit trying to evade him. Billy taunts the crowd, as Amira shakes off the haze. She goes for the ropes, and Danielson goes for the ropes again, this time knocking her off the apron. He goes out to ringside, and launches her back into the ring. Billy scoffs at Amira, and the crowd, as he slowly makes his way back into the ring. As Billy enters, Amira starts to get to her feet by using the turnbuckles.

The G.O.A.T. beats Amira back down to one knee with clubbing blows to the head, then shoves her back into the corner. He holds her still with one hand and then uses the other to chop at her chest. The loud smack draws a collective "oooh" from the crowd. He brings his open palm back for another but AK-47 punts him in the groin, pulls herself onto the second rope and executes a beautiful leaping snap DDT. She covers him for 1...2…KICKOUT!

MCKAYLA LEWIS: A little low on that kick from Amira, but the referee allows it.

CHARLES HUDSON: I like it. Do everything you can to get to the Pride Title. Danielson would’ve probably done something similar if given the chance.

Amira slowly gets back up, a pained expression on her face, as Billy gets up too. Danielson charges at Amira and hits her with a Chicago Blackout! Amira falls into the ropes, as Billy runs back and hits her with another Chicago Blackout! She stumbles and staggers to the center of the ring, as Billy lines her up again, looking for a third Chicago Blackout. However, at the last moment, AK-47 catches Danielson with a drop toehold and The G.O.A.T. hits the canvas face first. He clutches his nose, climbing to one knee but LAPIDATION!! Amira connects with her lethal finishing kick and promptly makes the cover. 1…2…KICKOUT!


MCKAYLA LEWIS: MY ! LAPIDATION!!!

CHARLES HUDSON: MY ! A KICK OUT!!!

Amira looks absolutely shocked that Billy kicked out, and Billy looks equally shocked. Billy tries to get his bearings straight, but AMIRA GOES FOR ANOTHER LAPIDATI- BILLY CATCHES HER LEG! Danielson grabs her leg, lifts her up, and powerbombers her to the mat, hard. He staggers back to the ropes, and sizes her up. He charges her, and hits one more Chicago Blackout, but he doesn’t capitalize. Both wrestlers fall to the floor, Billy just looking to catch his breath after the blow to the head earlier. Both slowly get to their feet, with Billy getting to his feet first.

Billy staggers to Amira, and kicks her in the stomach, doubling her over and clamping in a front facelock. He signals for the end, as he hoists her up for the One Fall. It looked like he was going to deliver the final blow, but somehow, AK-47 manages to shift the momentum. She comes crashing down onto Billy, reversing the move into a surprise body splash. She hooks the leg for 1...2…KICKOUT!

CHARLES HUDSON: What a sequence! I thought the GOAT had her peeged for a second, but damn, is Amira Kassouri proving that she belongs, not only in Seattle Pro, but in the Pride title scene as well.

MCKAYLA LEWIS: This is certainly an impressive debut for the young upstart!

Amira pops up to her feet, feeling a rush of adrenaline, as she hypes up the crowd. Danielson gets to his knees, and is met with a barrage of stiff kicks to the chest by Amira. She hits 10, maybe 15 kicks to his torso, before she tries for Lapidation one more time, but Danielson ducks it, and shoves her away. She charges at Billy, looking for some form of offense, but Danielson pops her up in the air with a flapjack, and she flops hard onto the mat. She bounces of the mat, and rolls onto her back.

Billy gets to his feet, and lines up Amira for a fourth Chicago Blackout knee strike, but she dodges it. She goes for a heel kick, but Billy bats it away. He goes for a roaring elbow, but she ducks it. She superkicks him in the back of the head, sending him into the ropes. He holds onto the ropes, and she runs at him, looking for a bicycle kick, Billy is able to move out of the way just in time. Amira’s leg gets stuck on the top rope from the height she had gotten, and Billy grabs her, slamming her down with the Imperium Uranage!

Amira goes down, and Billy looks at her with an exhaustive look on his face. He shakes his head, and that Danielson smirk SPW has come to know quite well appears on his face. He grabs her by the head, and drags her around the ring in a front facelock, letting the entire crowd see that he has her beat. Before he can lift her up though, she twists herself out of the front face lock, goes for a roaring elbow, in a last ditch effort to save herself, but Danielson catches her with Glass Ceiling Breaker.

CHARLES HUDSON: Danielson ever the dominant force.

MCKAYLA LEWIS: Amira will not give up. She just keeps going after everything Danielson has hit her with, but I fear this may be the end.

Danielson grabs Amira by the head, lifts her up, and slams her down head first into the mat with One Fall. He sits there for a moment, smirk on his face, and grabs both of her legs for the pinning combination. The referee begins his count. 1… 2… 3!

GRAHAM STEVENS: Your winner by pin fall and advancing to the next round of the PRIDE GRAND PRIX...BILLY—DANIELSON!

CHARLES HUDSON: Danielson does it!

MCKAYLA LEWIS: Amira Kassouri will be a name to remember, mark my words. That girl took a man like Billy Danielson, that has held nearly every title in this company, to his limits. Danielson got the win, but everyone needs to keep an eye on her!

Danielson celebrates, as he goes up the ramp, screaming into the camera that he’s finally gonna win the Pride Title, and that he’s gonna win the grand slam. He tells all the fans on the ramp that he’s going to be the first to win the grand slam. He continues to brag, as he makes his way up the ramp, and to the back. As Amira gets to her feet, and shakes the cobwebs, the fans give her a round of applause, showing their appreciation for AK-47.

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[Robert Daniels]

DURING THE BREAK...
Samantha Tolson stands in an empty hallway, deep within the bowels of the arena. It's a good hour or so before the doors open to allow fans in to see Conflict, but she's already dressed for battle, the bottom half of her white singlet visible beneath the black "Kiss of Death" shirt she wears, the same one fans will be able to purchase at the merchandise stands in mere moments. Back and forth she paces slowly, throwing a few soft, short punches at the air in front of her. She also tosses a few half-hearted kicks into the air, then looks at the camera.

SAM TOLSON: You know, it's been an interesting lead-up to this big match here tonight. The Seattle Pro World Heavyweight Championship on the line, and something has really gotten me curious. Both of my opponents tonight, SILK and Scotty Latimer, have, for the most part, been really silent regarding this bout. Now, I could stand here in this dim, dank hallway and pontificate about why, throw out all sorts of baseless and meaningless accusations about their silence. I could go on about how they're scared, as some would be wont to do in this situation.

"I, however, prefer to think that their silence means they both know just how much of a threat I am inside that ring tonight."

"SILK knows first-hand. I remember the days before our match in the ill-fated Golden Globe Wrestling well, how he promised that he'd upend me in that tournament. How he was the top seed for a reason other than having the weakest opponent in a timed challenge to determine seeding. But by the time the smoke cleared, Sean Isaac Leonard Kennedy was just another victim of Victory Drop Alpha."

Samantha paces a little more, collecting her thoughts before looking at the camera again.

SAM TOLSON: Then there's the curious case of Scotty Latimer, the erstwhile current champion. The moment the event was announced, he took to Twitter to complain about me being part of this match. The hubris he showed in that moment, issuing a spoiler alert that he'd retain, while at the same time trying to run me down by claiming there was something akin to a seventy-eight percent chance if someone signed with Seattle Pro, their first match would be a chance at the World Championship.

"Even now, just a few days ago, he claimed that he waited too long for his opportunity to become the champion that he wouldn't let go of it so soon. I love me some confidence in an opponent, don't get me wrong. But he has the audacity to tell me it won't happen, when he has only a third of a chance of retaining. Is he so supremely confident in his ability that he discounts the fact that in this match, he doesn't even have to be involved in the pinfall to lose his title?"

"I'd hope not, but then again, he's been fairly ignorant of my ability inside that ring all the way until tonight. What about that would change now?"

Samantha runs her hands through her auburn hair, still out and loose and not back in the ponytail she will later put it into before combat.

SAM TOLSON: Let me level with everyone. I never asked for this match. I never demanded a shot at the World Championship, didn't hold out for more money, didn't whine and cry and pitch a hissy fit until I got what I wanted like a lot of wrestlers out there I know. No, what I did was sign my contract, shake Robb Daniels' hand, and walk out of that room awaiting my first opponent.

"Did I expect that, eventually, I would be in this position, challenging the World Champion? Absolutely. Not this soon, but yet here I am, and I have an opportunity tonight to become the Seattle Pro World Heavyweight Champion."

"So why have my opponents been so silent? It's not fear, nor is it cowardice. It's simply the acceptance of the reality neither of them wants to give voice to, but they both know is all too real."

"Me, walking away from the ring tonight as the new World Heavyweight Champion."

"Because we're at the point now where it doesn't matter if you think I've earned this or not, or if you think...emphasis on think...you can stop me."

"Now, the both of you have to get into that ring tonight and prove that you can."

"But the one constant in all of this is the fact that while you two think, I know."

"And what I know is that tonight, there's a very, very real chance that both of you will be looking at me wearing the title."

“So I'm gonna go out there tonight, I'm gonna look both of you in the eyes, and when you look back, you're going to realize very quickly there's one thing I'm going to do as I become the new champion.”

Samantha smirks at the camera for the first time, the confidence in her face apparent.

SAM TOLSON: Release The Panic.

Samantha turns away from the camera, going back to her shadow-fighting as the camera shot fades to black.

[Robert Daniels]

DURING THE BREAK...
Samantha Kinsley is standing by in the back and she’s looking at her phone.

SAMANTHA KINSLEY: Are you sure this is the right app? I can’t believe I’m doing this.

She notices the camera is rolling and smile.

SAMANTHA KINSLEY: Hello everyone, I’m here outside Eli Buchanan’s locker room hoping to get an interview with him ahead of his WTC Destiny Crown Title match against his former tag team partner, Christina Idol.

She holds up her phone.

SAMANTHA KINSLEY: And just in case Brutus Smith answers the door, I’ve downloaded the ‘I am Brute’ App. It cost me $5.99 and was created by Buck U Productions. Talk about a cash grab. I bet this thing doesn’t even work.

She offers the camera shrug and shakes her head.

SAMANTHA KINSLEY: Robb, you asked me to do this. I hope you’ll at least pay me back for buying this thing.

She turns and knocks on the door to Eli’s locker room. Much to her surprise, a familiar luchadora answers the door.

SAMANTHA KINSLEY: Sunfire, What are you doing here?

SUNFIRE: Fighting the urge not to slam this door in your face. Watcha want, perra?

Kinsley takes a step back. Her face alone tells you she knows exactly what Sunfire just called her. She takes a second to regain her composure before answering.

SAMANTHA KINSLEY: I meant, why are you in Eli’s locker room. Last I heard, you don’t exactly like him very much.

Sunfire shrugs.

SUNFIRE: Yeah well, let’s just say I’ve decided to keep a close eye on him.”

She sees how Kinsley looks at her and spits at her feet.

SAMANTHA KINSLEY: It ain’t like that you think, tonto. Man are you ever sick in the head!

She tries to close the door but Kinsley stops her.

SAMANTHA KINSLEY: Wait. I really was hoping to speak with Eli about his match tonight against Christine Idol. Is he available for a few words?

Sunfire laughs.

SUNFIRE: Perra, Buchanan’s stretching before his match and ain’t talking to anyone. As for Christine Idol, she’s una mujer dura. Yo, she’s kinda of a hero of mine but there’s no way she’s beating El Dragón con dos Cabezas tonight.

Kinsley looks at her, confused.

SAMANTHA KINSLEY: Dragon with two heads, what’s that supposed to mean?

Sunfire smirks at Kinsley before slamming the door in her face. Kinsley turns to the camera and throws her hands in the air.

SAMANTHA KINSLEY: What’s going on around here?

She holds up her phone and shakes her head.

SAMANTHA KINSLEY: And why did I bother to buy this stupid app?

Brutus Smith walks by with a tray of food from catering. He nods to Kinsley as he passes by.

BRUTUS SMITH: I am Brute.

PHONE APP: Good evening, Ms. Kinsley. Pardon me, but I don’t have time to chat at the moment. I hope you have a pleasant night.

Kinsley stands there, mouth wide open as Brute walks past her and goes into the locker room. She’s left there looking at the camera, completely baffled.

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WTC
DESTINY CROWN CHAMPIONSHIP
★★★ ELI BUCHANAN (C) ★★★
vs
★★★ CHRISTINA IDOL ★★★

The champion and challenger meet in the center of the ring. Buchanan holds his hand out to his former Tag Team Championship partner, and Idol shakes it, but tells Eli that she hopes he'll shake her hand after she beats him for the Destiny Crown Championship. Still grasping Idol's hand, Buchanan tells her in no uncertain terms that the title is staying with him. Christina slaps Buchanan, drawing an “OOOH” from the crowd. Idol turns to walk away, but realizes that Eli still holds her other hand. She begins to beg off a bit, but Eli's having none of it.

MCKAYLA LEWIS: For those of you Seattle Pro historians you will know that Eli Buchanan and Christina Idol we’re at one time the Seattle Pro Tag Team Champions.

CHARLES HUDSON: You’re right Lou and they were a formidable team that was slapped together during the lethal lottery pairing prior to the match.

Buchanan whips Idol into the corner, hard. He rushes in and hits a lariat clothesline, driving her back into the turnbuckle. Buchanan grabs her arm and whips her to the opposite corner. Once again he rushes in and hits a step up knee strike below her chin. He snap mares Idol out of the corner and hits a knee strike to the back of the head before going for the cover. The referee goes to count the fall for 1...2...KICKOUT!

MCKAYLA LEWIS: Buchanan has take control of this match but Christina Idol has been well known for her heroic comebacks!

Eli pulls his former tag team partner to her feet, but Idol drives her knee into Eli's stomach, followed with a hard forearm shot to the jaw. The Destiny Crown Champion staggers back a step, and Christina levels him with a spinning back elbow. Idol drops onto the fallen Champion for the pin, but only gets a two. As she rolls off and gets to her feet, Idol stomps Buchanan unmercifully.

CHARLES HUDSON: This is a new vicious side to Christina Idol. You can tell she’s done with relying on a Tag Team partner she’s ready to advance on her own!

Idol waits for Buchanan to get up, then rushes him. He sees her coming and tosses her into the air and she falls back to earth catches her with a knee strike to the gut. As Idol holds her stomach on the mat, Buchanan grabs her legs and lifts her from behind. He hits a wheelbarrow German suplex but maintains the waist lock. He rolls through and pulls Idol to her feet, locks in a full nelson and hits a dragon suplex, once again maintaining his grip. Buchanan pulls Idol to her feet a second time and wraps her arms across her chest before hitting a straightjacket suplex with a bridge and going for the pin. Idol is stunned, but not so stunned that she doesn't time the referee's count to kick out at the last second. Buchanan slaps the mat in frustration,zero and that momentary lapse is just enough for the challenger to lay a vicious kick to the side of his face.

MCKAYLA LEWIS: AND IDOL JUST KICKED THE TASTE OUT OF THE CHAMPION’S MOUTH!

CHARLES HUDSON: I THINK SHE LEFT THE IMPRINT OF HER BOOT LACES ON BUCHANAN’S JAWBONE!

The Destiny Crown Champion rolls around on the mat, holding the side of his face as a confident smile appears on Idol's.

MCKAYLA LEWIS: She’s regaining some of the “hashtag EnvyMe” attitude!

The challenger climbs to the top rope. Buchanan leaps to his feet and jumps to top rope to meet her. He hits a belly-to-belly superplex and both crash to the mat hard. Buchanan rolls to the ring apron and pulls himself to his feet as Idol raises up. Buchanan springboards off the top rope and hits a flying knee strike. Idol goes down. Buchanan rolls to his feet, goes to the top rope one last time, and hits a frog splash and goes for the cover for 1…2…3!

GRAHAM STEVENS: Your winner by pin fall and STILL WTC Destiny Crown Champion...ELI—BUCHANAN!

Buchanan rolls off Idol, still holding his jaw. He slowly gets to his feet as the referee hands him the Destiny Crown Championship. He holds the Championship high in the air as the crowd cheers. He walks over to Idol, who is being helped to his feet. The former Seattle Pro Tag Team Champions embrace, and Idol raises Eli’s hand before exiting the ring. Eli drapes the title over his shoulder and salutes the fans as they cheer him.

MCKAYLA LEWIS: What a true sign of sportsmanship.

CHARLES HUDSON: These two gave it all they got disregarding there friendship and they put on a show with Christina Idol being the first female to contend for the illustrious Championship one on one!

MCKAYLA LEWIS: We’re going to go to a commercial break. I’m not sure what’s going to happen in the next portion of the show as everyone knows by now Izzy Van Doren was scheduled to defend the NVR Heavyweight Championship against Brett Wilde. But Jimmy Pagan defeated her last Thursday for the title and Brett Wilde canceled his travel arrangements because the title match was off. So we’re going to take a commercial break and come back with the latest on the NVR Heavyweight Championship...

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[Robert Daniels]

BACKSTAGE...
Tonight would be defining. It wasn't just a Title match but a match with someone Jason Cashe knew well. They've had plenty of back and forths and while Cashe didn't take down an overall win/loss against Manny. He knew that the last match they had, Cashe lost. It wasn't even just that though so as Cashe sat in a dim lit locker room awaiting the call for his match, he placed voice to his thoughts.

JASON CASHE: Manny.. When we last fought, you won. When we last fought, I was in a bad state of mind and location. I won't mention that too much because I know you have spent your more recent days fitting in and making puns at phrases I made famous and they use to try and mock. Part of me feels bad for you though.. Wanting to fit in, wanting approval like you are a sad little boy getting online to feel like you can matter for once.

“You were the one who got ridiculed for being all about video games. You changed from that because it wasn't a popular approach but see that's where you and I differ. I won't change who I am or the approach I have. Not for you, them or anyone else. You take me for who and what I am and that's it. Don't like me! Mock my phrases because the majority of you are angry that you don't walk with a limp or aren't getting that kind of caaawk in your life so the bitterness shows on you all."

Leaning over in the chair, Cashe pulls up a PS4 controller. A nod to Manny Fernandez and a love they both shared and have talked about plenty before. Yet there was no TV turned on in the room but he still was pressing buttons as if he was playing something.

JASON CASHE: See I am alot of things. Both bad and good and regardless of the balance in which I am more of, the one thing I am not is transitional. That would be you.. The World Television Championship now because after tonight you will be the former. This isn't the first time though is it Manny? No, see I remember, I was there and even gave you advice that night you beat Bronx for the Title. You asked me because even to this day there is not another single name in this business who has defeated Bronx more than I have.

“You won that night and people mocked you. People wouldn't let you enjoy it because of the leadership and influence he had in his 'fathers' company. So what happened Manny? You lost that belt back to him in your very first defense. Transitional."

Pressing the options button as if to pause the game that wasn't actually being played. Cashe sniffs in a matter of factly sense.

JASON CASHE: You could win tonight. I'm well aware of that and in your victory, you would finally gain a round of applause from that circle you desperately want to fit in with. That is your goal, that is one of the bigger things I KNOW you want but it's.. It's just not something you should bet the house on.

“I know who I am. I know what I do well and what I need work on. In our last match you were the better man and moved on in the tournament we were in. I told you all of that because you were one of the few people I told that I wasn't happy. That I wanted to just be done and needed to get away. I tried to quit, I tried to walk away but like with too many relationships be it business or personal, I end up having to push. I end up having to be a dick, be obnoxious among other things in order for people to make a cut on their own as if it was originally their own idea.”

“So now Manny? Now I have shed that skin. Removed the doubt in my head of where I want to be and it is no longer there. Three time Champion in the company that calls itself the best out there AND a Hall of Famer and it will be one thing you can never fit into becoming yourself. Not there and certainly not in Seattle Pro because HERE? Here you will repeat history. You will do what you do and have done in every big moment that takes place in a real spotlight. You will transition a championship from one champion to another champion. People who can carry it, sell it as if it matters more than a simple game.”

Now holding the controller closer to his face. Cashe examines it closely. He pushes a few button combinations but nothing still happens.

JASON CASHE: Yeaahh... This is one game Manny that you can't mod to fit your own pleasure. This is one game that cannot be paused or a game that a cheat code cannot be input. I will take the moment away from you and after I win you will want to reload a saved game but this isn't that kind of game either. You are transitional and I will be the World Television Champion.

Tossing the controller on the ground, it slides before hitting the wall in front of him. There the camera puts a close up focus on the controller as the scene switches to another live feed.

[Robert Daniels]

NVR WRESTLING
HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP CORONATION
★★★ JIMMY PAGAN (C) ★★★

The heavy bass intro of “Devil in I” by Slipknot plays, as the lights in the arena seemingly begin to malfunction. The arena fills with black smoke, as the music begins to slow down. Through the bottom of the stage, with the smoke and sporadic lighting, Jimmy Pagan slowly rises to the top. He stands there menacingly, holding both the Rustbelt Revolution title, and the Napa Valley Revolution Heavyweight Championships on his shoulders, as the chorus approaches. When the music picks back up again, the “less” Jimmy Pagan bursts to life. He charges at the barricades, terrifying some of the fans as he makes his way down to the ring. The music slows down again, as he too, starts moving corpse like, as he slowly enters the ring. He places the titles in the center of the ring, like a cros, as he goes to the corner. He hangs himself in the tree of woe, and spreads his arms out, so that his body makes an upside down cross.

A ring tech fearfully approaches the ring, where Jimmy is, and shakily tosses a microphone into the ring before running away. Jimmy spots the microphone, and flops on his stomach, crawling towards the mic. He grabs it, and slowly rises to his feet, standing over the title cross. He sneers, and growls into the microphone before he begins to speak.

JIMMY PAGAN: On Thursday, your celebrated hero, Izzy Van Doren, was slain.

A dark chill takes over the crowd.

JIMMY PAGAN: I left her body broken, as I took her championship. The Bastard Era is now in full swing, and every single one of you will see what a true pain is like. You will all understand, what it is like, to watch your heroes and happiness die, as your fears and your nightmares devour you from the inside out. You will finally understand that there is no more hope, no more light, because as long as I hold this title, there will be only pain and suffering.

He begins to cackle, and his body and face contorts in a strange way, as he sneers into the camera.

JIMMY PAGAN: The demons, in my head, the Legion that guides me, has led me to this moment. This moment, that he brought me more fame and glory than my beloved brother could ever have. In such a short time, everything he has worked for, as slowly become eclipsed by the dark secret our family’s legacy has kept for so long.

“Do you all feel it? The revelations of pain and truth washing over you?”

He gnashes his teeth.

JIMMY PAGAN: Do you see now, dear brother. You life, just like mine, is a lie. So many lies, right underneath your nose, and you never even knew. You don’t realize how alike we are, but there is another like us. Bastardized by our father, left unsure of their true heritage…. Until now.

“Dear sister, come home. Come to the truth that lies before you, before it’s too late.”

“Trixie.”

Jimmy pauses with a demonic smirk on his face.

JIMMY PAGAN: I am the revelator that will ties truths together through the darkness. I am the one, that will take both Napa Valley Wrestling and Seattle Pro into the revelation it so desperately deserves. I will destroy the constructs built by fals idols and failed champions, and I will write my own book in the blood of the fallen. The infection will take over, and the Bastard Era will rule supreme forever.

“This is my world now, and you’re all just dying in it.”

The lights flash, as Jimmy Pagan and his titles disappear without a trace.

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[Robert Daniels]

BACKSTAGE...
The camera shows the Seattle Pro World Television Champion, DA #TROLL GUY, dressed as always in his faded blue jeans and black leather jacket, and of course the belt draped on his shoulder, leaning against a wall. As he notices it rolling, he gives a smile.

MARIANO FERNANDEZ: Hey yo. How you doing, mang?

He pushes himself from the wall, straightening up on his feet as he grabs the belt and displays it to the camera.

MARIANO FERNANDEZ: Twice have I been called upon to defend this World Television Title, chicos, and twice have I done so, against Derrick La'Bell and Aria Price. Now I'm called upon a third time to defend against someone I know very well from our mutual 4CW days - the "Spessal One", Jason Cashe.

As the crowd gives a mixed reaction, DA #TROLL GUY pauses for a breather.

MARIANO FERNANDEZ: Him and I never had beef. Him and I never had bad blood, and I WOULD like to say him and I never had any shit, but QUITE unfortunately that wouldn't be truthful. Ain't that right, Cashe?

He winces, recalling a certain event.

MARIANO FERNANDEZ: First time we faced against each other, he had a certain accident in the ring, and I just happened to be in the way. Good times, that, mang. On top of that, he won that match to get himself into a title shot, but that's long story now, mang. Makes for a funny anecdote, if nothing else.

He shrugs, somewhat casually, before turning his eyes to the camera one more time.

MARIANO FERNANDEZ: But only in March this year did I face him again, one on one, and I was the one to claim victory, once I returned to action in 4CW. But then, sadly, he would be fired, and so our paths wouldn't cross again. Until now.

This time, the crowd erupts in cheering at DA #TROLL GUY's words, as he points towards his title belt.

MARIANO FERNANDEZ: Which is why, chicos, this is an important match. Not just because it's another defense, the THIRD defense, of this title I now hold. Not just because of what happened in 4CW either, mang. No, this is an important match because Jason Cashe has prepared himself, and won a multi-person match, JUST so he could come face me, mang.

As he finishes saying these words, he stares, stone-faced, at the camera lens one more time.

MARIANO FERNANDEZ: We've already exchanged salutations on social media, mang. He wants to introduce me to the "L" word, and as his literacy is somewhat questionable, I'm taking it upon myself to show him what the "W" word is. Because in the entire time I've been in this company as per Robb Daniels' invitation, I have done nothing but strive to be an example, not just A talented wrestler, but one of the MOST talented and hardest-working talents this company has to offer - of which there are many indeed, I will not lie.

He nods, acknowledging the pool of wrestlers in Seattle Pro.

MARIANO FERNANDEZ: Jason Cashe is looking to do the same. Jason Cashe is looking to prove that point on taking this belt I now hold. But I didn't win this title to lose it THIS ed soon, mang. And definitely NOT over the likes of him. Which is why, Cashe, even as our score is, this time I'm tipping the balance. This time there WON'T be any shit happening, and this time there's something else to fight for than personal pride. Which is why, chico, this time, you and I are gonna LIGHT THAT SHIT UP!

His lips curl into his trademark Trollface as he's just referenced his opponent's catch-phrase.

MARIANO FERNANDEZ: But I'm done talking, mang, and I know you ain't that much interested in hearing me. So once we're in the ring, I'm gonna do something you WILL be interested in - and that's defending the Seattle Pro World Television Title, over what's left of your balls once I squeeze them for you to go "WOOOOOOOOOO-WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”

He chuckles as he makes a grip gesture with his fist.

MARIANO FERNANDEZ: And maybe, if you're fortunate, I'll give you another strand of my hair to remember me by.

As he turns around and starts walking away, he stops, and looks back at the camera.

MARIANO FERNANDEZ: After you've seen it shine on the glow of the belt I will STILL be holding.

And with that, he starts walking once more, as the camera cuts to black.

[Robert Daniels]

SEATTLE PRO WRESTLING
WORLD TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP
★★★ MARIANO FERNANDEZ (C) ★★★
vs
★★★ JASON CASHE ★★★

Mariano pulls the World Television Championship off from his shoulder and hands it to the referee. A brief display of the belt is seen as the referee lifts it into the air before passing it off to the time keeper outside the ring. Jason Cashe is bouncing in his corner as both competitors keep their eyes locked on one another.

As the bell sounds, Cashe darts across the ring. Manny slips out of his corner shaking a finger at Cashe as he puts distance between them. Circling the ring, Manny looks to lock up in a traditional sense but Cashe cuts the delay and as they go to lock up, Cashe drives a knee into Manny’s midsection. Locking Manny in a standing side headlock, The DiOGee begins to give Manny a noogie. Manny lifts Cashe up and drops him with a backdrop.

MCKAYLA LEWIS: This has been a highly anticipated bout that we’ve all been looking forward to.

CHARLES HUDSON: Mariano Fernandez did what many tried and failed to do in defeating Ryan Henderson.

Back to their feet in a hurry, they lock up again. Cashe slips the grapple and puts Manny in yet another standing side headlock but DA #TROLL GUY drives elbows into Cashe’s gut not once, not twice but three times before Cashe releases the hold and staggers some. Fernandez rushes the ropes, springs from them and looks to his a Dropsault but Cashe slaps it away. Manny pops back up but is met with a stiff right to the jaw. He drops to a knee. Cashe throws another right but Manny blocks it, popping up and snatching Cashe with a Jumping Spin Out DDT. He hurries to make the cover for 1...2...NEARFALL!

MCKAYLA LEWIS: Jason Cashe is a loose cannon and many believe he’s the most dangerous man in Seattle.

Waiting for Cashe to rise, Manny leaps up and goes for a Float Over DDT but Cashe shoves him back before the DDT lands. Now it was Cashe who springs into action as he hits a Float Over Snap Suplex but Manny breaks free and lands on his feet during the suplex. Twirling around, Manny was quicker to the punch and cracks Cashe with a left hook. Cashe returns with a right, Manny comes back with another left, Cashe jumps in place and goes for an early “Mark Of JASON” Superman Elbow but Manny ducks under it. As Cashe finds his feet and turns around he is met with a well placed Pele Kick from the World Television Champion and the fans erupt with excitement as Mariano covers for 1...2...KICKOUT!

CHARLES HUDSON: Pulling Cashe up as Manny rises himself, he lifts a knee into Cashe’s face.

As Cashe lifts and stumbles back, DA #TROLL GUY spins with a Wheel Kick but Cashe ducks it dropping back to the canvas. Both men rush to get up, Manny charges in and gets snatched up, twisted around and slammed hard with a Spinebuster that slaps his head into the canvas. Cashe roars out and begins going Ape Shit with Gorilla like Clubbing blows to a downed Mariano Fernandez. After the jungle antics, Cashe rips Manny up and whips him across the ring. Manny hits the far corner and before he can react, Cashe is on him with a front dropkick to the gut. Manny slumps down into the corner as Cashe scrambles to get up, running to the opposite corner of the ring, hitting the turnbuckles as if they were ropes and racing back at Manny now sitting in the corner.

MCKAYLA LEWIS: Cashe flips going for a Cannonball but Manny has his knees lifted and Cashe cries out as his back makes contact.

Pulling himself up using the ropes in the corner, Mariano Fernandez slowly pulls Cashe off the canvas. Cashe breaks Manny’s grapple, takes hold of his arm and falls back as he lifts a single foot to Manny’s face, hitting a Eat Defeat like move. Manny snaps back and collapses to the canvas as does Cashe once more. Both men took their time to rise but do so one right after another.

CHARLES HUDSON: The two wrestlers lock up and Cashe hoists Manny up for a suplex - NO!

Manny with a counter suplex of his own! Cashe goes down, and DA #TROLL GUY launches to the ropes. Cashe is up again - NO! FLYING FOREARM BY DA #TROLL GUY! One more time Cashe goes down, and again he goes back up - ROLLING KOPPU KICK BY THE WORLD TELEVISION CHAMPION! Cover by Manny for 1...2...NEARFALL!

MCKAYLA LEWIS: That desperation kick was out of no where!

Mariano waits with his back against the ropes as Cashe begins to rise. Mariano starts with a shin kick! Cashe with a forearm! Manny with another kick! Cashe catches the leg - NO! THE GADFLY! The World Television Champion’s Step-Up Enzuigiri hits RIGHT on Cashe’s temple, and Cashe goes down again for 1...2...KICKOUT!

CHARLES HUDSON: Mariano looks inquiringly at the referee, who signals a two.

Sighing, Manny makes his way to Cashe one more time but is unexpectedly ROLLED UP BY CASHE for 1...2...KICKOUT!

MCKAYLA LEWIS: Cashe hits a knee to Manny’s gut as they get to their feet!

Manny doubles over, and Cashe hits him with the Bell Clap! As Manny goes down, Cashe signals for the end. Manny starts to get up on a knee, but Cashe stalks him from behind. As Manny gets to his feet, Cashe rushes over and jumps at him in a neck-breaker... UNDER THE INFLUENCE! NO! Manny elbows Cashe away! Cashe clutches his face in pain, and turns back to Manny - DA #TROLL GUY WITH A BLUE ASIAN MIST! Cashe drops to a knee, and Mariano yells “PROBLEM?” Bouncing off the ropes, he delivers a picture-perfect SHINING WIZARD - TROLLFACE CONNECTS! With Cashe on the ground the Manny follows with the cover for 1...2...3!

GRAHAM STEVENS: Your winner and STILL SEATTLE PRO WRESTLING WORLD TELEVISION CHAMPION...MARIANO—FERNANDEZ!

Mariano rolls over onto a seated position on the mat as he is immediately handed the World Television Championship and his arm is risen by the official. He celebrates before pushing himself up off one knee. Meanwhile Jason Cashe rolls to the outside of the ring and slaps the mat hard in frustration. He looks in at Fernandez and points his index finger towards him as he’s back pedaling up the aisle and he begins to laugh awkwardly.

MCKAYLA LEWIS: This match lived up to the hype and regardless what you may think of Cashe there were several moments in this match where he made me believe he was about to walk away with the title.

CHARLES HUDSON: You’re right Lou. In the record book Jason Cashe took the loss but I will always remember this bout as being much closer than what the historians will write about.

Cashe walks continues backwards up the ramp, holding the back of his head and telling Fernandez how lucky he is.

The crowd explodes as Jacob Hammerstein steps through the curtain.

MCKAYLA LEWIS: OH MY ! HAMMERSTEIN'S HERE!

Cashe turns around and nearly walks into the former Champion.

HAMMERSTEIN: Hi! Lookin’ for me?

Hammerstein slaps Cashe hard across the face, spinning him around. Before he can recover, Hammerstein slams into Cashe with a clothesline to the back of his head.

CHARLES HUDSON: AND HAMMERSTEIN'S NOT LOOKING VERY RETIRED RIGHT NOW! AND FERNANDEZ IS WATCHING IT ALL FROM THE RING.

Hammerstein buries his shoulder into Cashe's midsection and picks up off his feet. The American Monster drives Cashe into the ring apron, then whips him into the steel ring barricade. Hammerstein throws Cashe into the ring, then climbs up on the apron. He looks over to Fernandez and asks “You mind?’ Fernandez smiles and sits on the middle rope and waves him in. Cashe is crawling across the ring, but Hammer walks around him and blocks his progress. He grabs Cashe by the beard and pulls him up to his knees. Jason tries to mount a comeback with punches to Hammerstein's stomach, but he's overwhelmed from his match and the beating Hammer's been giving him. The American Monster whips Cashe into the ropes, but he grabs the top rope and slides out of the ring, into the arms of Seattle Pro officials. More officials enter the ring to restrain Hammerstein, but he hops out of the ring on the opposite side of the ring from Cashe, gets a head of steam and hits him with The POUNCE, knocking him and several officials to the floor.

Hammerstein grabs Graham Stevens’ microphone, walks across to Cashe and stands over him. He bends over, getting right into Cashe's face.

HAMMERSTEIN: You want me, Cashe? YOU REALLY WANT ME? THEN YOU GOT ME!

“At The Seattle Pro Second Anniversary Show….I END YOU!”

Hammerstein steps away from Cashe and throws the microphone on him as security drags him to the back.

MCKAYLA LEWIS: It sounds like Hammerstein's retirement was a short one.

CHARLES HUDSON: And it sounds like we got a match for The Second Anniversary Show.

MCKAYLA LEWIS: Ladies and Gentlemen we’re going to take our final commercial break before we begin introductions for tonight’s Main Event! Stay tuned as Scotty Latimer will defend the Seattle Pro Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship against newcomer Sam Tolson and Tag Team Champion Silk...NEXT!

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[Robert Daniels]

BACKSTAGE...
Trixie is seen in her black gear, opting for full tights given the weather rather than trunks or short shorts. She does a happy little twirl revelling in the win but not without a small little wince as Xander's match was no calkwalk. She's then asked how it feels to win by an interviewer off-camera.

TRIXIE: It feels good to win the Grand Prix tonight if I'm honest. Well, the first round is over and it appears I will now face Billy Danielson. Honestly, I'm just happy to get the win tonight, for me and for Da Trix Turners

That's when Trixie pulls up her tag team title for Seattle Pro.

TRIXIE: DaTrixTurners. I'm eager to win this whole tournament. I've been in a few before in Seattle and I'm usually the runner up. After Xander's totally incredibly performance, right now.

She looks around just to sort of let the win settle in.

TRIXIE: DaTrixTurners. I feel more confident than ever that I can totally pick up the whole win. Billy that's kind of got me wondering, Jimmy telling him we're related? What?

She furrows her brow confused, still in limbo whether or not that was truthful.

TRIXIE: Either way, they'll be up against a very game Prime Girl. But now I'll be off to celebrate my win. I've got a few recommendations on where to club in Denver.

She smiles excited and heads off to her locker room to catch the rest of the show.

[Robert Daniels]

DURING THE BREAK...
Scotty Latimer, the Seattle Pro World Heavyweight Champion is sitting down on a crate. His Uncle Alan Envy is standing next to him as Scotty sits there with his title belt slung over his shoulder.

SCOTTY LATIMER: How many days have I been the Seattle Pro World Heavyweight champion Unk?

Alan starts counting some days on his fingers then soon comes up with a shot in the dark number

ALAN ENVY: Forty nine days kid. Forty nine.

SCOTTY LATIMER: Forty nine...and what number title defense will this be?

ALAN ENVY: Your fourth nephew. Your fourth.

“49 days…and already my fourth title defense. It's amazing right? Considering jokes like Billy Danielson only had what 2 successful ones in 98 days and Coral Rose…. Yeah I bet you all forgot the model was Seattle Pro World Heavyweight champion at one time. The “I really loved this photo shoot” Tweet queen herself. I mean she is forgettable as a person altogether so I really can't blame anyone for wanting to forget her.  And then there's Bryan Blaze who had two reigns and during two reigns only had four total successful defenses. But here I am...49 days in and already on my fourth defense, three successful. I beat Izzy Van Doren, andre Holes? Not a problem, and Jacob Davies...not even breaking a sweat. You want to know why that is? Because I am the Top Guy in Seattle Pro. Tonight is number four, and that will successful as well.”

Envy nods his head in agreement looking proudly at his nephew.

SCOTTY LATIMER: Tonight...they guy that brags about being successful in developmental named SILK and Samantha Tolson step up to the plate. Amd just like the previous three before them, they will fail. Because the fighting-nest Seattle Pro World Heavyweight Champion of all time is going to make it four successful defenses in forty nine days You see SILK...for the first time in your life you are on the big show in the big spotlight, the main event. But it's not the main event because of yyouu!! It's the main event because of the two other names. You're only reaping the rewards of being in the spotlight. Acter tonight you can go back to NVR and keep being the big colorful fish in that small pond.

“Then we come to you Samantha. You are making your Seattle Pro debut tonight in a world title match. Well….Andre Holmes made his Seattle Pro debut against me and he was put down just like that *snaps fingers*. Just because you're a name doesn't mean shit in Seattle Pro. Unlike you...I go to places and become a champion. Tonight your story of failure continues. Tonight Scotty Latimer walks in as World Heavyweight Champion, and the TOP GUY walks out Seattle Pro World Heavyweight Champion. That's not a prediction….it's a spoiler.”

Scotty hops off the crate and looks into the camera before walking off with his uncle as the scene fades to black.

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MAIN EVENT

SEATTLE PRO WRESTLING
WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP
★★★ SCOTTY LATIMER (C) ★★★
vs
★★★ SILK ★★★
vs
★★★ SAMANTHA TOLSON ★★★

MCKAYLA LEWIS: Main Event time!!

GRAHAM STEVENS: The following contest is a triple threat match scheduled for…

ONE FALL!!

GRAHAM STEVENS: And is for the Seattle Pro World Heavyweight championship!!


The opening chords of the intro to "Purple Rain" by Prince begin as the lights in the arena dim. A light fog fills the entrance ramp as deep purple and pink strobes begin to light up the ramp and the entrance way.

♫ I never meant to cause you any sorrow...I never meant to cause you any pain ♫ 

The crowd begins to buzz as the ramp continues to fill with the light fog.

♫ I only wanted to one time to see you laughing...I only wanted to see you laughing in the purple rain ♫

From the back emerges Sean Isaac Leonard Kennedy crawling slowly and seductively towards the top of the ramp. His gold framed glasses glisten from the reflection of the strobe lights while his bandana looks to be lit up by the strobes as well, giving it a black light effect to make it look as if it's glowing. His shirt is open and his purple silk wrestling pants slightly sparkle as well thanks to the lighting effects. SILK finally gets to his feet and holds his hands out, taking in all the cheers from onlooking women and the jeers from the jealous men next to them. He inhales the love and the hate deeply before continuing his onward journey of smoothness to the ring, walking slowly and taking in the atmosphere fully.

SILK slides under the bottom rope and crawls towards the middle of the ring as a spotlight surrounds him. He makes slow and steady provocative gestures towards the ring mat with his hips while pointing towards a screaming female fan in the front row as he winks towards her and follows it up with a kiss in her direction that makes her knees weak and her heart melt. 

The lights come back up as SILK makes his way back up to his feet in preparation for his match.

GRAHAM STEVENS: introducing first, from Atlanta, Georgia….Sean Isaac Leonard Kennedy...SILK!!

CHARLES HUDSON: The man is unorthodox and a showman, but don't let all of that fool you. Silk is a tremendous professional wrestler and could become the world heavyweight champion here in a few minutes. I don't think he will because Scotty is bitter as hell still and focused thanks to his Uncle. Honestly who is hotter than Scotty Latimer right now!

MCKAYLA LEWIS: Another reason is the woman debuting here tonight who is only one of the best in the game. I'll be honest Scotty's title reign could end with only number 5 here tonight. And here she comes.

GRAHAM STEVENS: Participant number two is making her Seattle Pro debut from Las Vegas, Nevada.This is SAMANTHA TOLSON!!

The pretty little murder machine makes her entrance as the crowd gives her a great ovation. Confidently she gets into the ring and points at Silk as they both turn their attention to the ramp to await the champion.

GRAHAM STEVENS: And the final participant...from Brooklyn, New York and being accompanied by Alan Ency….he is the seattle Pro World Heavyweight Champion...SCOTTY LATIMER!!

"Personal Jesus" plays and out comes the arrogant Scotty Latimer who slowly walks to the ring with Alan Envy forcing the audience and his opponent to wait for him. The crowd gives thw champion amd his uncle a mixed reaction. As the men get near the ring all of a sudden Alan Envy pulls Silk out of the ring and ddt's him to the floor!!

MCKAYLA LEWIS: WHAT IN THE HELL WAS THAT!!! WHAT A COWARDLY THING TO DO!!

CHARLES HUDSON: Welp...so much for Silk in this match. That ddt is deadly.

Scotty tries to take advantage of a distracted Samantha. As the bell rings Scotty goes for the springboard forearm, but Samantha ducks as Latimer's smash catches nothing but air. He spins around and looks for a quick lariat, but Tolson has it scouted, and quickly wraps the World Champion up and takes him over with a quick head-and-arm capture suplex!

MCKAYLA LEWIS: Scotty tried to cheap shot Samantha but it doesn't work. Now what in the Alan Envy doing!!

Envy tries distracting Samantha as he again tries interfering even though what he did to Silk was before the bell rang. Silk is being attended on the outside. The referee goes outside and tosses Envy from ringside!!

MCKAYLA LEWIS: Finally!! Envy is gone. Now what is Scotty going to do without his insurance policy!

CHARLES HUDSON: Scotty is our world heavyweight champion. He will be fine. How fair was it to put him in a triple threat match. And are you aware this is his fifth title defense in just what 48 days?  Hell Hammerstein only had 8 and he held the title for 140 days! Scotty is at his fifth!

MCKAYLA LEWIS: Yes I am very aware. We heard earlier from out champion and he discussed that very heavily.

With Samantha distracted Scotty blindsides her with a forearm and follows up with a snapdragon suplex. He covers Samantha but she kicks out. Scotty immediately transitions into an Anaconda vice! She is about to tap but in cones Silk!! He attacks Scotty and throws him to the outside. Furious Silk throws the champion everywhere but then makes a mistake as Scotty reverses a lariat attempt with a snap dragon suplex to the floor!

MCKAYLA LEWIS: Ohh more damage to Silk's neck! That Envious Demise ddt earlier and now that vicious suplex by Latimer!

CHARLES HUDSON: Like I said earlier who is better than Scotty latimer right now. Everything is going right for the guy. 

Scotty gets back into the ring and grabs Sam. Latimer throws Tolson into the corner hard, and her body shakes with the force of being slammed into the turnbuckles. The World Champion takes a running start, then leaps high into the air for a big splash, but Samantha slips out the back door as Scotty eats padding! She wraps him up quickly from behind, delivering one....then two...then a third German Suplex to Latimer! Scotty rolls out of the ring forgetting about Silk who hits Silky Smooth Latimer  on the floor!!

MCKAYLA LEWIS: Now Latimer is out for the count!!

CHARLES HUDSON: Here is Silk's chance!

SILK gets back into the ring.SILK and Tolson begin exchanging a series of basic wrestling, with him taking a hammerlock that is quickly reversed. SILK ducks down and reverses it again, but instead comes up with and arm wringer on Samantha. Samantha coolly drops to the canvas and turns herself inside out, standing up and switching the hold as she wrenches on his arm. SILK slowly looks for his way out, and finds it with a nifty inside-out twist that gives her arm back to him, and he again slaps on the hammerlock. He quickly transitions his advantage into a headlock, but Tolson quickly grabs him by the waist and takes him over with a side suplex, bridging for a pinfall attempt!

MCKAYLA LEWIS: Oh man what a great wrestling exchange! And Samantha almost shocked the world there!

Samantha lifts SILK up and goes for another suplex but a forearm staggers Samantha back. SILK measures Samantha, nailing a couple of forearms to her head, then goes for a spinning backfist! Tolson ducks though, and puts her head on the opposite site, lifting SILK up and dropping him onto the back of his head with a Saito suplex! She stalks him, and as SILK stands he aims a kick to her ribs with his right foot, but Tolson catches the leg, grabbing his head and snapping him over with a head-and-leg capture suplex! Samantha again goes for the cover.

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Latimer breaks it up! He throws Samantha hard to the outside and she hits the floor even harder. Latimer goes on the offense against SILK as he nails a V Trigger that snaps SILK'S head backwards. Scotty covers SILK.

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NNOO SILK KICKS OUT!

CHARLES HUDSON: Scotty almost got it there! How did that not knock SILK OUT!!

Scotty sees Tolson stirring as he slides outside and whips her into the steps to take her out again. He enters back into the ring. Latimer has SILK in a headlock and begins reading in on it. SILK now throws a few quick desperate shots to Scotty’s gut and then throws him towards the ropes, Latimer bounces off and SILK hits the mat as Scotty jumps over and bounces off the opposite ropes. SILK is to his feet and swings with a right hand that Scotty ducks. Latimer turns around and goes to kick SILK in the guy but his foot is caught! SILK steps over it and nails Latimer with a massive spinning heel kick! Scotty pops up and connects a clothesline to SILK.

MCKAYLA LEWIS: And like that Scotty is back in control.

SILK is down and Latimer comes in to grab him to his feet. SILK throws a quick finger poke to the eye that sends Scotty stumbling back grabbing at his eye. SILK is back up and Scotty tries to move in but hasn’t fully gained his footing, he’s kicked in the gut and SILK delivers a thunderous BJ to Latimer that snaps his head back and sends him to the mat flat. He covers Scotty

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Nnoo Latimer kicks out!

Samantha is back in the ring. Samantha and SILK lock up with Scotty down and out as SILK gets the early advantage, bringing her down into a headlock and then in another quick motion, moving behind her and sweeping Sam’s legs out from underneath her. With Samantha down, SILK shows amazing athleticism we have yet to see from him as he turns around and does a standing moonsault splash into Samantha that knocks the wind right out of her!

CHARLES HUDSON: What a great triple threat match! It's been so much back and forth. Everyone here has a chance!

MCKAYLA LEWIS: Absolutely, even with all of the tactics Latimer has tried in this match. I bet he misses Uncle Alan right now!
Samantha and SILK begin exchanging rights and lefts! Scotty tries to jump in but the two friends put aside their differences for a moment and both begin pummeling on Scotty until he’s down to the mat. SILK and Samantha now work together to push Scotty out of the ring and onto the floor with their feet. Samantha talks a bit of trash down to Scotty as he lays on the outside and SILK sees the opportunity as he moves in from behind and hits Samantha with the SILKPLEX!!! SILK hooks the leg for the cover with the Championship in his grasp! One...Two...Thr—Samantha’s right foot is on the bottom rope to stop the count!

MCKAYLA LEWIS: THE ROPES KEEP THIS MATCH GOING! WE ALMOST HAD A NEW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!

CHARLES HUDSON: Unbelievable! SILK almost stole that one, amd Latimer wouldn't have even been in the decision. Could you imagine his reaction if that was it!!

Tolson is still hurt from the Silkplex. SILK pulls Samantha to the middle of the ring. But from outta nowhere Scotty nails a springboard slingblade that takes SILK out!! Scotty grabs Samantha and delivers FINAL WAVE!!!

MCKAYLA LEWIS: Final Wave! And I don't think SILK can break it up! That sling blade really took him out of it!

Scotty hooks both of Tolson's legs for 1...2...3!

GRAHAM STEVENS: Your winner by pin fall and STILL SEATTLE PRO WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION...SCOTTY—LATIMER!

MCKAYLA LEWIS: SCOTTY LATIMER SURVIVES!!

CHARLES HUDSON: Defense number five is in the books!!

Scotty is handed his championship belt as he stumbles to his feet. He gets his bearings and walks over to SILK and leans down holding the title in his face mockingly. He walks by Tolson and acts like he is wiping the dirt off of his boots in disrespect as he exits the ring. Alan Envy joins his nephew as they celebrate on the ramp. Latimer hold the title up in the air as the crowd gives him a mixed reaction. Inside the ring SILK stares Latimer down as he finally gets up to check on Samantha Tolson who really showed how special she was tonight as the show comes to an end.

MCKAYLA LEWIS: Ladies and Gentlemen it’s been a historic night for Seattle Pro Wrestling as we look forward to finding out who’s next to challenge for the Pride Championship. Will it be Billy Danielson or Trixie? It looks like Jacob Hammerstein is going to make it one more match against Jason Cashe not to mention title defenses by Da Trix Turners and Scotty Latimer! Good Night from Denver!

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