MAINSTREAM XX - SEATTLE - 04/13/2019

[Robert Daniels]

Seattle Pro Wrestling Presents

MAINSTREAM XX
SATURDAY - 04/13/2019
KEY ARENA - SEATTLE, WA

MAINSTREAM IS LIVE FROM SEATTLE, WASHINGTON FROM KEY ARENA—THE HOME OF SEATTLE PRO WRESTLING!

MCKAYLA LEWIS:  Ladies and Gentlemen we’re Live on the Battleground Network from Key Arena right here in Seattle!

VIA SATELLITE...
Suddenly the feed cuts to Seattle Pro Superstar Sean Isaac Leonard Kennedy sitting on a throne, albeit quite an exquisite one with a plain black backdrop. It’s frame looks to be solid gold with various designs etched amongst it while the padding on the seat and backrest is a purple suede. The WTC Destiny Crown Championship rests on his lap as he’s decked out from head to toe in his usual Fendi attire, this time his glasses, shirt, pants and shoes are all black.

The crown we’ve seen him wear to the ring before as well as in promotional pictures rests titled on his head, each gem that’s embedded into it sparkles from the light shining down on him above, as does the gold in the crown itself.

SILK: Ya know, a king doesn’t take orders from his delegation, so why should I, the WTC Destiny Crown Champion and Seattle Pro’s #1 contender play by what  the company I’m helpin’ put on the map has set out for me?

SILK rubs his chin for a moment.

SILK: The more I think ‘bout it I shouldn’t.

SILK leans forward, both hands on the WTC Destiny Crown Title as it moves forward a bit on his lap.

SILK: Eli, I’ve watched you do no better with that Title than that joke of a Champion Scott Latimer did. That said, do I respect you as a competitor? Sure, but as a Champion?

SILK scoffs loudly and leans back again, bringing the Title back with him up against his abdomen.

SILK: I’ve never seen someone avoid the challenger on their heels like I have with you, it’s almost embarrassin’ to be honest. I know you’ve felt the heavy breathin’ down your neck as I get closer and closer to takin’ your spot and my rightful place at the top of Seattle Pro Wrestling.

SILK smirks confidently now.

SILK: I know you’ve been hopin’ and prayin’, probably even takin’ anti-anxiety pills, that you’ll live to see another day with that World Title. Well, I am here to grant your wish.

The smirk grows to a grin.

SILK: But don’t thank me just yet, just because I choose to claim my shot on my time and by my accord doesn’t mean you are any safer, no in fact it’s quite the opposite because The SILKY Smooth One will be there when you least expect it to rip your title away and put your life into a peril unlike anythin’ you’ve seen before.

SILK’s grin is suddenly wiped off of his face.

SILK: You represent the ol’ guard, the one Hammerstein fought so hard to keep instilled in this company before he took off cause he knew full well what was on the horizon; The SILKY Smooth Era.

SILK brings his hands together, taking on an almost deep in thought, serious demeanor.

SILK: Tick, tock, tick, tock Eli, the clock continues to countdown ‘til your reign is stopped. Your endin’ will signify my beginnin’ and this is the only favor I’ll do for you before I do Seattle Pro the biggest favor of them all; bring ‘bout your downfall and my rise to the top of it all.

SILK lowers his hands to his lap.

SILK: See you sooner than you think Eli.

SILK winks and then the feed immediately cuts out.

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[Robert Daniels]

BACKSTAGE...
Samantha Tolson-Anderson stands next the door of her locker room. She in her gear, this time red with white and blue trim, one of her black 'Kiss of Death' shirts on over her singlet. Her left shoulder is a maze of K-Tape, and there's a big white bandage in the center of her forehead. The tape and bandage are souvenirs of her recent match with Voidstar in Florida.

SAM TOLSON: You know what? I can't lie to you good people. I'm hurting. I have a bunch of little tears in my back that are stitched up. My left shoulder feels like it's about to fall out of its socket.

Samantha leans down and grabs the NVR Womens Championship with her right hand, holding it up to the camera.

SAM TOLSON: But I have this. I have the NVR Womens Championship, and I will be damned, even though it's not on the line tonight, if I don't show up as a champion should and give you all and my two opponents everything I've got.

Samantha slings the title over her right shoulder.

SAM TOLSON: So whatever I have left in the tank from Thursday night and a day of rest, you all will get the very best I can give. I can't promise I'll be at my absolute best. But I can promise it will be the absolutely best effort I've got in me. You good people and this company deserve that.

Samantha turns away from the camera, wincing in pain.

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TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
★★★ RICKI WILDE ★★★
vs
★★★ RED TIGER KID ★★★
vs
★★★ SAM TOLSON ★★★

The bell rings and the Red Tiger Kid immediately comes running in and hits a step up hurricanranna on Ricki Wilde. He ducks a clothesline from Tolson and hits a spinning heel kick. As Wilde gets up, RTK hits her with a drop kick and hits Tolson with a second. Wilde takes a swing at him but RTK sidesteps and sends her into Tolson, knocking the NVR Women’s Champion out of the ring.

Wilde spins around but RTK catches her with a super kick and she tumbles out to the arena floor. The two women get to their feet and start trading punches. RTK springs up to the top turnbuckle, both women look up but have no time to react as he leaps off and hits a corkscrew moonsault on them both!

Red Tiger Kid springs off the ring apron and hits Ricki Wilde and Samantha Tolson with a double dropkick. He throws back his head and yells, “MAXIMUM EFFORT!” Tolson tries to kick him but he catches her foot and spins her so Wilde has to catch her foot. RTK follows up by hitting a running neckbreaker on Wilde and as a result Tolson gets caught in a dragon leg whip. Tolson gets to get her feet first but RTK catches her from behind with a reverse hurricannrana.

Sam Tolson comes after him but the Red Tiger Kid rushes towards her and hits a Wheelbarrow Exploder and she lands right on top of Ricki Wilde. RTK sees his opening to put this one away. He springs up to the top rope and hits a Shooting Star Press, landing on top of both Wilde and Tolson. He pushes Tolson off and covers Wilde for 1...2...3!

GRAHAM STEVENS: Your winner by pin fall the...RED—TIGER—KID!

CHARLES HUDSON:  Alright folks you asked for him, you got it—now can we move on please?

MCKAYLA LEWIS:  I think Charles is referring to the fact that the fans and Red Tiger Kid have been clamoring for him to be booked once again in Seattle Pro.

CHARLES HUDSON:  You’re right Lou. It may have been a triple threat match, he was impressive he got the win and yes, he deserved it now move along.

MCKAYLA LEWIS:  Congratulations to the Red Tiger Kid on his victory here tonight! After the break we’ll see Maverick make his Seattle Pro debut against Alexander Irvine!

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[Robert Daniels]

DURING THE BREAK...
We open to Billy Danielson getting out of his car, as reporters and camera people rush him. Billy shoves through them out of the way, as the reporters try to get information from the Pride Champion.

REPORTER #1: Billy, Billy, are you going to face Coral Rose tonight?

BILLY DANIELSON: Don’t say that [beep][beep]’s name in front of me. As far as I’m concerned she doesn’t exist.

REPORTER #2: Then why are you showing up tonight?

Billy continues to shove through the crowd of people.

BILLY DANIELSON: What did Marshawn Lynch say? ‘I’m only here so I won’t get fined’. Yea, that….

Billy still shoves through the crowd, even so much as to launch a reporter out of his way. He stops, as he huffs in frustration.

REPORTER #3: Billy, what are your plans for tonight? Are you going to take the easy way out of your match.

BILLY DANIELSON: My plans are to walk into the ring with my Pride title, and then not much longer, walk out of the ring with my Pride Title. The individual that I’m facing, isn’t going to get recognition from me. This defense isn’t going to get recognition from me. This is a night that will be scrubbed from my memories, because I refuse to acknowledge anything related to the individual in question. Now get out of my face, before more of you end up like him.

Billy points to the reporter on the ground, and everyone starts to back off of him. He walks away from them as the scene fades to black.

[Robert Daniels]

EARLIER THIS WEEK...
We fade in to the Seattle business district at night. There is a black van parked down the road from a local news station headquarters. Inside the vehicle sit our protagonists - would be saviours of mankind in the ongoing fight against the reptilian elite. Amira Kassouri is in the drivers seat, peering through binoculars. She holds them at an uncomfortable angle, straining her neck to get a better look inside the building. Next to her is SILK, a fat blunt in hand, smoke billowing out of it. There is a silver briefcase on his lap.

SILK: Spot anything?

AMIRA KASSOURI: Nope, nothing.

The news station is one of few buildings in the area still lit up but blinds obscure the view from outside. Amira lowers her binoculars with a sigh and takes a hit from the blunt. She blinks a few times, clearing her throat and hands it back to SILK.

SILK: Aye girl… you hype for Mainstream?

Amira: Yeah, I’ve done my homework - got some slick counters planned for Blake - but you can’t do much about an elbow to the face. So I’m thinking as long as I stay on my toes and avoid The Blindside at all costs, I should be alright, you know?

SILK: I hear ya. He got a vicious elbow but you got that catlike agility. He won’t catch you and you’ll just toy with him like he’s a ball of yarn.

AMIRA KASSOURI: Hope not. I’ve never been a one and done champion and I don’t wanna start now. But what about you? Main event again but this time for the World Championship. That’s big.

SILK: It is what it is. I want that shot on my terms, not on Seattle Pro’s or Eli’s so, I’m gon’ send a message that’s how it’s gon’ be.

She checks the time on her phone, looks back at the building and sighs again.

AMIRA KASSOURI: Ugh, I’m hungry… oh, maybe I just have the munchies. I don’t know. But lets go get some biryani or something. We’ve waited here long enough, it’s pointless.

He rolls his head to one side, looking at his partner with an eyebrow raised. She shrugs in response. But then something catches his eye; he takes the binoculars and looks at the entrance to the TV station where a figure has appeared.

SILK: Wait… I think it’s the program director… he got a badge and everything.

AMIRA KASSOURI: Gimme!

She grabs the binoculars back and takes a look for herself.

AMIRA KASSOURI: Yeah, that’s definitely him… the dirty lizard bastard.

SILK: Let’s clip up ready for the sick up!

They jump out of the van - SILK with his briefcase - and stride down the street. The program director glances in their direction before crossing the road towards a black Mercedes Benz.

AMIRA KASSOURI: Hey Mr, wait up!

Halfway across the road, the program director turns back to find Amira gaining on him. He’s startled - recognising her from the last hijacked broadcast - and begins running. He skips past his own vehicle and darts down an alleyway. But AK-47 is known for her speed and the pudgy middle-aged executive is no match for an athlete; she follows down the alleyway and kicks out at his ankle, causing him to tumble to the floor, landing face-first in a puddle of stagnant water.

AMIRA KASSOURI: Gotcha bitch!

He rolls onto his back, pupils now vertical, tongue forked, hissing at his attacker. She stamps down on his chest, causing him to cough and splutter. SILK emerges into the alley, a smirk on his face as he lays down the briefcase.

SILK: You can run, hell, you can even hide but sooner or later life catches up with you fool!

SILK pulls out the DNA ID key we saw him use last time as Amira does the same. Each one puts theirs to its respective pad and the briefcase unclicks, then pops open to reveal two weapons positioned in it. They are the same exact two puny hand guns - each the size of Amira’s palm we saw in their armory last time. SILK passes one to Amira and takes the other for himself. Her eyes narrow as she stares down at the squirming lizard man.

AMIRA KASSOURI: Tell us where to find more of your kind - and we want names.

He just hisses in response, a demented grin across his scaly face.

AMIRA KASSOURI: I’m guessing the city hall, right? The financial district too?

She suddenly stomps on his webbed hand and he yelps in pain.

AMIRA KASSOURI: If you don’t start talking, we’ll just smoke you right here.

With a demented cackle, he shakes his head from side to side. Amira sighs - yet again. She looks at SILK and he shrugs his shoulders. They both turn back to the lizard man and raise their little hand guns. With smiles spreading across their faces, they pull the triggers.

POOOOOOOW!

With one pull of the trigger from each, his body explodes and green guts and liquid flies everywhere, splashing over both Amira and SILK. They each wipe it from their faces and SILK turns towards Amira.

SILK: Hazmat suits or some shit next time?

AK-47 examines herself with a grimace and then flicks some innards off her top.

AMIRA KASSOURI: Yeah, I’m gonna have to burn everything I’m wearing right now.

She shakes some more sticky green slime off her hands.

AMIRA KASSOURI: Man, I hate lizards.

SILK continues to try and clean off his arms but stops to look at her.

SILK: For real but shit, I gotta feelin’ the Outback for LYT is gon’ bring upon some even wilder shit.

Amira stops for a moment and gives SILK a look that says “oh shit you’re right” without a single word bein’ spoken.

SILK: You still down for that biryani? Ya boi could go for some butter chicken and naan too...as odd as that is consderin’ what just happened.

Amira nods.

AMIRA KASSOURI: Ya, I could eat still. Let’s head back to the hotel and get cleaned up first.

SILK: Agreed, I don’t think walkin’ into a restaurant smellin’ like burnt lizard and fried reptilian intestines is a good look.

The two of them holster their weapons back into the briefcase. SILK closes it up and they start walking back to their van as we fade out of the scene.

[Robert Daniels]

SINGLES MATCH
★★★ ALEXANDER IRVINE ★★★
vs
★★★ MAVERICK ★★★

The bell rings and this match is underway with Alexander Irvine goading Maverick into a test of strength, posing in the middle of the ring with his right hand in the air, fingers wiggling. Maverick seemingly falls into the trap only to quickly answer with a drop kick to the knee that send Irvine face first into mat.

This starts off a series of exchanges with Irvine attempting to ball up the fast-paced wrestler, as Maverick continues to use his speed and expansive use of the ring to advance his physical abilities. Eventually Maverick takes Irvine down during an exchange that seems as though either Maverick is whirling around Irvine or he is whipping Maverick around himself until Maverick tosses Irvine across the ring with a hurricanrana!

The Irvine slaps the mat and returns back to the center of the ring where the cocky Maverick this time is challenging Irvine to a feat of strength. Irvine smiles venomously as he goes to accept the challenge and instead kicks Maverick in the undercarriage, dropping him to the mat as Irvine accepts his chastising from the ref with a smile still upon his face.

As Maverick begins to stir, Irvine takes his time walking over to him waiting as he climbs to all fours to drop an elbow to the small of his back then quickly getting back to his own feet and softening up the young competitor, eventually picking Maverick up and tossing him about the ring with suplexes that continually send everyone in the ring bouncing around like kernels in a pan of jiffy pop.

Maverick now down on all fours pushing himself up off the mat when Irvine signals to the audience it’s over. He approaches the kneeling Maverick from behind and pulls him up straight into the Cobra Clutch! Maverick struggles with his free hand looking to loosen the grasp but he is unable when Irvine begins whipping him back and forth tightening the hold and Maverick taps out!

GRAHAM STEVENS: Your winner by way of submission...ALEXANDER—IRVINE!

CHARLES HUDSON:  It wasn’t even close Lou! Not even close!

MCKAYLA LEWIS:  Alexander Irvine is a handful I’ll give you that but there was moments where I saw potential in Maverick.

CHARLES HUDSON:  I’ll say this he had a tough draw in his debut match.

MCKAYLA LEWIS:  After the commercial break we return to a grudge match between Eddy Poe whim is making his Seattle Pro in-ring debut against NVR RIZE Champion...Chris Constantine Jr in a non-title match!

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[Robert Daniels]

BACKSTAGE...
The scene starts as the camera pans back on the NVR Rize Championship. As the camera pans out more you can see the face of a smiling Chris Constantine Jr. and his lovely wife Olivia Constantine. With all the confidence in the world, Chris begins to speak.

CHRIS CONSTANTINE JR.: You know, Eddy Poe has been a shit stain on the wrestling industry for a couple of months now. While people like myself are getting over with what we do in the ring, Eddy comes out with some stupid makeup and torn up clothes and acts like some C rated movie serial killer. And don’t get me started on his girlfriend....or wife.....or significant other with Donna Rotten. Nothing but gutter trash. The two belong to one another because they have no class, no set of morals, and they smell like they’ve been rolling around in a grave! On the last Seattle Pro show, the two of you ruined my celebration party of me winning the NVR Rize Title by choke slamming poor Olivia and myself into a cake! And the show before that, you attacked me from behind Eddy and ruined a crowning moment for me when I won the NVR Rize Title! So Eddy its time that I get some revenge on you. Tonight I’m going to embarrass the living hell out of you. I’m going to burry your career to far down a g ave that no one will ever find it again. Tonight Eddy! I’m finally going to kill the undead. You hear me you son of a bi......

Before Chris can say another word, the lights in the room begin to flicker on and off. Olivia gets scared and grabs onto Chris’s shoulder as Chris nervously looks around the room.

CHRIS CONSTANTINE JR.: Eddy! Knock it off you little fu.....

Static immediately hits the screen as a sinister laughter can be heard from the television.

[Robert Daniels]

LOCATION UNKNOWN...
Eddy sits in a dark room, polishing his favorite Chainsaw. He looked over and smirked.

EDDY POE: You may think you know what’s going on around you. Whether you're the kind of person who just lives for the thrill of the moment, or the kind of person who spends every second planning his next move, thinking they know the rules of the game, but the truth is that you don’t have clue what game you're playing.

“Constantine… this isn't your usual wrestling feud.”

“Welcome to your own personal nightmare. I promise. It's been catered to you personally.”

“I'm gonna have a lot of fun playing with you.”

“Oh, and by the way… tell Olivia I said hello. She's apart of this now.”

“Let the games begin.”

Ed began to laugh maniacally as he stood up and began to walk towards the camera, reving the chainsaw and making a Beeline for the audience as the segment faded out.

[Robert Daniels]

GRUDGE MATCH
★★★ CHRIS CONSTANTINE JR. ★★★
with OLIVIA
vs
★★★ EDDY POE ★★★
with DONNA ROTTEN

The bell sounds with a collar and elbow tie up by Chris Constantine Jr. and Eddy Poe leading to a go behind by Eddy and a back elbow by Constantine Jr. Poe breaks his grasp with Constantine Jr. turning he then whips Eddy into the ropes and as he comes bouncing back Olivia grabs Eddy by the ankle and trips him up. Eddy isn’t pleased as he leans over and grabs Olivia by the hair. Olivia screams in pain as she tries to get away but can’t. Chris quickly comes from behind and shoulder blocks the back of Eddy’s leg. Eddy let’s go of the hold and falls to one leg as he holds his right leg. Chris picks the right leg up of Eddy’s and hits a Dragon Leg Whip. Grabbing onto the leg, Chris hits the back of the leg a few times before dragging Eddy over to a corner post. Rolling outside Chris grabs Eddy by the legs and brings his pelvic area inches away from the post. Olivia plays her role and distracts the ref as she complains about Eddy pulling her hair. This gives Chris the time to pull Eddy’s groin right into the ring post. Eddy feels this as he slouches to a side. Chris doesn’t let up as he does a modified Figure Four Leg Lock on the ring post on Twitter Eddy. Olivia jumps off the apron and plants a kiss on her husbands lip as the referee tells Chris to let go of the hold.

With Eddy down, Chris gets into the face of the referee and complains to him that Eddy grabbed him by the hair. While the two are talking it out, Olivia grabs a chair and slides it into the ring. Olivia soon takes over arguing with the referee as Chris is free to pick up the chair and size up Eddy up for a steel chair shot. Donna sees this and runs over and pulls Olivia off the apron. Donna then points to what Chris is doing to the ref, who turns around and immediately tells Chris to drop the chair. Chris thinks fast and immediately opens the chair and places it on the mat. Sitting down on the chair, Chris bends over and places a headlock on Eddy. The fans boo as Chris let’s out a grin and tells the ref that his back was hurting him.

With Chris out in the middle of he ring Eddy Poe slides outside and has evil intentions as he and Donna Rotten look at Olivia who’s trying her best to support her husband by yelling at him to get up. Finally dawning on her what’s going on with Eddy and Donna, she’s scared as she hits the mat and yells at Chris to get up even louder. As Eddy and Donna get closer she’s stuck between a rock and a hard place as she paces back and forth before quickly sliding into the ring. Crawling across the ring on all fours, she makes her way over to the other side of the ring. She’s caught before she can exit as Eddy grabs her by the leg and enjoys the site of her trying to squirm away. Donna isn’t able to enjoy the show as the ref stops her and tells her to get out of the ring. With the ref distracted and Eddy having his back turned, Chris comes up from behind and gives Eddy a low blow.

Eddy drops Olivia’s leg and turns around as though the low blow didn’t affect him. Chris is startled as he knows he’s ed up. Getting on his hands and knees he begs Eddy for forgiveness, but Eddy’s not having any of it as he moves in. But Eddy falls for the trap as Chris pokes Eddy in the eye.....BUT ONLY FOR EDDY TO GRAB AHOLD OF CHRIS’S FINGERS WITH HIS EYE LIDS!

Chris screams out like a girl as he tries to pull his fingers away, but he’s unable to. The screaming catches the referees attention and he quickly comes over to see what’s going on. The ref tells Eddy to let go of the hold but Eddy refuses. Chris yells at the ref to help him pull. Seeming like a good idea the ref helps. With a huge tug Chris is finally free. Chris and the ref stumble back into a turnbuckle. Eddy gets his composure and runs towards Chris, but Chris side steps and Eddy almost hits the ref, but catches himself. Chris quickly comes up from behind and gets Eddy into a school boy. The ref quickly gets into position and makes the count. As the ref starts the count, Chris quickly gets his feet on the bottom rope. Olivia quickly comes over and holds his feet to help with Rotten running around the ring screaming while the official counts 1...2...3!

GRAHAM STEVENS: Your winner by pin fall...CHRIS CONSTANTINE—JUNIOR!

CHARLES HUDSON:  He’s done it Lou! Monumental win by the RIZE Champion!

MCKAYLA LEWIS:  Olivia held his feet on the ropes for leverage during the pin! The official didn’t see his feet on the ropes!

CHARLES HUDSON:  There are dozens of cameras filming the shows but unfortunately none of them are dedicated for the officials to use for instant replay.

MCKAYLA LEWIS:  I’m sure this unholy war is very far from being over. After the break we have Blake Mitchell returning for Mainstream 20 to challenge Amira Kassouri for the World Television Championship!

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[Robert Daniels]

In the center of the ring, Napa Valley Revolution’s figure head Caleb Jackson stands with a microphone. There is a small N-V-R chant starting, before Caleb waves it off and begins to speak.

CALEB JACKSON: Last year, Robb Daniels opened Squires: Merlot and thereby opened Napa Valley Revolution. He had the idea of cultivating new talent and building them up, so that we could have a new generation of Seattle Pro wrestlers one day. NVR as a developmental brand flourished, despite losing our head booker and trainer, Justin Seville in October. We made some changes, but recently, we realized that NVR should have never been a developmental brand. We’ve tried growing it into a bigger name brand, but we can’t grow if we are still standing in the same light that we had before.

The crowd starts to buzz with a bit of confusion, as Caleb Jackson looks around with a smile.

CALEB JACKSON: It is time for Napa Valley Revolution to grow, and become something greater. We already have a world travelled champion holding our NVR Heavyweight Championship, and we have had recent signings like Eddy Poe and Sam Tolson. We have already started to grow, but to be considered a regional company and still have ties to a wrestling school is hindering that growth. Napa Valley Revolution will hold its final show on May 25th, called Fusion: Riot’s End.

Boos comes across the arena, and other groans of disapproval. Caleb let’s the crowd have their voice for minute, before cutting them off.

CALEB JACKSON: Guys, I’m not finished yet!

The crowd goes hushed.

CALEB JACKSON: Napa Valley Revolution will have its final show next month, but N-V-R will continue to grow. We are leaving Napa Valley behind to become a bigger promotion. We’re going to start travelling throughout the U.S., Mexico, and Canada, and we might even find some overseas venues to host our shows at. We will continue to grow NVR, but not because it is Napa Valley Revolution. We will continue to grow NVR, because you guys “NVR” gave up on us. So now, we are “NVR” going to give up on you guys, and we are going to give you the product you deserve.

A large cheer forms from everyone in attendance, as a “NVR” chant breaks out. Caleb shakes the mic to the tune of the chant and smiles.

CALEB JACKSON: We’ll be hiring some new talent, we’ll be getting our own on-air personalities, but our champions and championships will be sticking around… with a little rebranding. A.J. Morales is going to still be our NVR Champion, we’re just going to drop the Heavyweight part. Chris Constantine JR. will still be the NVR R!ZE Champion, but we’re going to give it a more fun connotation in the coming weeks. Sam Tolson will still be our Women’s Champion, but we’ll be sharing that with Seattle Pro and they’ll be sharing their tag titles with us.

“Despite all of the changes, NVR is STILL going to be the sister company of Seattle Pro. We are STILL going to have a working relationship with Natural Innovations and Robb Daniels, we’re just going our own direction and we’re “NVR” going to settle for anything less than providing the best content we can for you guys. I can’t wait for you guys to see the other changes we have planned, and I cannot wait to see how this brand grows into super stardom!”

Caleb smiles, and bows to the crowd, as the crowd chants “NVR”. The camera transitions to the next spot, as the crowd continues to chant.

CHARLES HUDSON:  Yet another ‘new direction’ for NVR. I’m sure this will be the desired change for survival. What a joke.

MCKAYLA LEWIS:  Charles I may be out of a commentary job in NVR but it’s for the best. Robb Daniels sold the majority ownership to the Battleground Network so he could concentrate more on Seattle Pro Wrestling! It’s hard running two separate brands! I support Caleb Jackson and I am excited for the future...

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RIOT’S END
SATURDAY - 5/25/2019

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[Robert Daniels]

BACKSTAGE...
Eli Buchanan is seen standing beside Samantha Kinsley in front of a long black backdrop with the Seattle Pro logo on it. Both are watching a video monitor replaying the video package from earlier in the night of Silk.

SAMANTHA KINSLEY: Ladies and Gentlemen I am joined by Eli Buchanan your Seattle Pro Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion. Eli, you saw the video from earlier tonight and the replay just now. He’s waited this long to no show the match tonight. What’s the status of tonight main event? Have you spoken with Robb Daniels?

ELI BUCHANAN: I have spoken with Robb and as far as we know Silk really isn’t coming tonight. No shenanigans, no mind games. He’s not in the building let alone Seattle.

SAMANTHA KINSLEY: Does Silk have a valid point about when the match takes place?

ELI BUCHANAN: From what I’ve been told yes he does. He won the Pinnacle Battle Royal and just like Jacob Hammerstein did last year he gets to pick the time and the place the match takes place. But that doesn’t matter. I’m here tonight. I am a fighting champion and I am issuing an Open Challenge to anyone...

AJ Knight walks into the frame.

AJ KNIGHT: Now I’m not a top contender but if you’re issuing an open challenge then I just do happen to have my gear in the car. Since you’re a fighting champion then what do you say?

Buchanan nods.

ELI BUCHANAN: You’re on...

Knight with a very serious look on his face responds.

AJ KNIGHT: I guess I’ll see you in the ring later tonight...

Knight walks out of the frame with Buchanan looking on. He glances at Kinsley then nods and walks out in the opposite direction of Knight.

SAMANTHA KINSLEY: You heard it just now folks! Eli Buchanan will defend the World Heavyweight Championship against AJ Knight in tonight’s Main Event!

[Robert Daniels]

SEATTLE PRO WRESTLING
WORLD TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP

★★★ AMIRA KASSOURI (C) ★★★
vs
★★★ BLAKE MITCHELL ★★★

The bell sounds with the Seattle Fans chanting for Blake Mitchell. He momentarily is distracted by the jeering crowd, Amira tries to capitalize but Blake catches her with an arm drag. She bounces right back up but straight into another. This time, Blake tries to keep Kassouri grounded with an armbar, but AK-47 grasped hold of the ropes and the Emerald City Saint is forced to break the hold.

The referee separates the pair and they begin to circle one another - Blake Mitchell with both arms outstretched. He suddenly dives forward, tackling Amira to the floor with a single leg takedown. He keeps hold of her leg and tries to grab the other - presumably to clamp in his signature Boston crab - but AK-47 manages to kick him off and roll to the safety of the corner.

As Blake Mitchell advances, she lifts herself up onto the middle rope of the turnbuckle and launches herself over him, executing a sunset flip for 1...2...NEARFALL!

Blake whips Amira into the ropes and as she bounces back, the Emerald City Saint aims a superkick in her direction. AK-47 ducks under the flailing leg and instead connects with a kick of her own to the back of Blake's knee. He staggers a little so she connects with another, this one taking out his balance. Blake falls onto his backside in a seated position, LAPIDAT - NO!!

Blake manages to get his forearms up over his head, reducing the impact of her lethal finishing kick. Amira narrows her eyes, aiming an imaginary rifle at Blake as he rises. She moves in again but Mitchell sees what is coming and catches her leg. With Amira trapped, he throws a vicious elbow to the head which leaves Amira slumped on the canvas as Mitchell makes the cover for 1...2...KICKOUT!

Blake has Amira trapped in one corner, chopping at her reddening chest. He pulls her out into the center of the ring and hits a smooth snap suplex. He then drags a drowsy Amira to her feet and knees her in the stomach. He hooks her arms and hoists her over his shoulders in a crucifix position. The fans boo vociferously - they know The Suffering is coming and this one will be over! But AK-47 breaks free, sliding down his back. Blake turns as quick as he can to eat a spinning heel kick from the champion. As he's rising to one knee - LAPIDATION!! Amira collapses down on top of her opponent as the referee counts 1...2...3!

GRAHAM STEVENS: Your winner by pin fall and STILL SEATTLE PRO WRESTLING WORLD TELEVISION CHAMPION...AMIRA—KASSOURI!

CHARLES HUDSON:  Blake Mitchell is an embarrassment to this city!

MCKAYLA LEWIS:  Let’s be honest is Blake Mitchell an embarrassment or is he on a heck of a losing streak as well as facing a red hot Amira Kassouri?

CHARLES HUDSON:  I’m not one hundred percent sure but Amira Kassouri is in a class of her own and she’s on a roll!

MCKAYLA LEWIS:  I couldn’t agree more Charles. Blake Mitchell means a lot to this city and it’s fans but right now it’s Amira Kassouri’s time and she’s the World Television Champion for good reason! Up next Billy Danielson defends the Pride Championship against the top contender Coral Rose!

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[Robert Daniels]

BACKSTAGE...
The cameras cut to the back as Coral Rose is standing there. She was by herself, getting her thoughts in place. She had a lot on her mind. She smiles softly while looking up towards the camera.

CORAL ROSE: Pride, to many people it can mean different things, or they take pride in different things. Some people don’t think I’m a good example of pride. Some want to act like I am so terrible. Honestly, I laugh when they do. Sure in the past I would have got upset, I would have bitched, complained, or whined about it. Now, I just laugh.

Coral lightly laughs after saying it.

CORAL ROSE: No matter what people say, or think, I know my work, my past matches, and my talent have shown different. I take pride in my work, my past matches, and in my talent. My talent helped me win all but a handful of my matches the first time I was in Seattle Pro. Unlike some, I can honestly say I at least won my matches except for one on my own. I didn’t need others to get involved to win my matches. I depended on my talent. I am sure though, people will act like what I am saying is wrong, or I am still not that talented. Truthfully though, when it comes down to it, my record and matches show the truth.

Coral lightly shrugs her shoulders.

CORAL ROSE: I can say I take pride in another thing. I take pride in knowing I have changed, I can still change. I take pride in knowing I can be a better person. I know I don’t need to sit and trash whoever I am facing. I don’t need to make them out to be bad for no reason except to inflate my ego. I don’t need to bury the others just to make myself seem important.

Coral lightly licks her lips.

CORAL ROSE: I can say, no matter what happens tonight, I will still have pride in myself, and what I have done in the ring, and out of the ring. I will still have pride in myself for continuing to improve, and becoming a better person. Anyone who wants to doubt me, go for it. It won’t change how I feel, or change my pride. I’ll be more than happy to show it every chance I get.

Coral looks down for a few minutes, before back up. She doesn’t bother saying anything else, before she starts walking away. She knew she said all she needed to in order to get her point across. The camera cuts away from her walking away.

[Robert Daniels]

SEATTLE PRO WRESTLING
PRIDE CHAMPIONSHIP

★★★ BILLY DANIELSON (C) ★★★
vs
★★★ CORAL ROSE ★★★

The bell rings, and Billy slides out of the ring. The referee gets to an 8 count before Coral takes the bait and steps out. As she goes out, Billy goes around the corner, and slides back into the ring. Coral looks confused, as she goes back into the ring, and Billy exits again. The frustration gets to her, and Coral slides under the ring and gets blasted with a clothesline. Billy hits his opponents with an X-Plex onto the guardrail and she flops into the first row at ringside. Billy goes back into the ring, and sits on the top turnbuckle, as he counts with the referee.

She makes it back into the ring. Coral looks towards Billy from across the ring, before heading towards him to lock up. He walks away from her. Coral shakes her head, watching him. Once his back is facing towards her, Coral smirks, moving behind him, pushing him into the ropes. He bounces off them into Coral jumps up, nailing him with a backstabber. Billy rolls out of the ring, and Coral just looks at him.

Coral slides out under the ring, and looks out towards the fans before looking back at Billy who is standing there. Coral smirks before acting like she is going to deliver a dick kick. Billy goes to block himself. Coral instead nails him with her Seduction’s Thorn, spinning heel kick. She looks down at him as she is laughing. She bends down towards Billy, and he pokes her in the eyes. Billy kips up, and whips her into the barricade, before sliding back in the ring. Coral is slow to get up, but makes it back in the at the count of 5.

Billy whips Coral out of the ring. She falls awkwardly onto the floor. Billy pretends she doesn't even exist, as the referee counts. Coral gets up to the ropes, and has one foot in, breaking the count, but Billy bum rushes her, and launches her back through the ropes for another close 9 count. Coral gets back in the ring, just for Billy to spike her with Imperium in the middle of the ring and roll out.

Coral stands back up, before dropping an elbow onto Billy’s chest. Coral stands up, dropping another elbow on his chest. She stands up looking down at Billy before going to pull him up. Coral locks Billy’s head into a Muay Thai clinch, as she brings her knees up into his face before letting him go. Coral tries to grapple with Billy, but he just shoves her off of him, and rolls out of the ring again. He goes underneath ring, and grabs a chair. The referee slides out to reason with him, but Billy tells him to calm down. He places the chair at ring side and sits in it. Coral tries to get the jump on Billy with a suicide dive, but Billy gets up and side steps her. Coral crashes into the chair. Billy lifts her up by the hair and goes for the pin, but only gets a two count.

Coral get’s to a knee, and does a sweep kick before dropping an elbow onto Billy’s chest. Coral stands up, dropping another elbow on his chest. She stands up looking down at Billy before going to pull him up. Coral locks Billy’s head into a Muay Thai clinch. Coral looks around at the crowd again. She wraps her arm around his neck before pulling him down into Seductive Destruction, her Rolling Snapmare transitioned into Snapmare Driver. She goes for the pin. Billy kicks out at 2.


Coral goes for some form of follow up, but Billy hits her with a flapjack onto the ropes. She’s draped over, as Billy flips her over the edge to the floor, and she lands awkwardly on her back. Billy goes down and stomps her so many times that the referee has to come out to ringside and force a break. Billy grabs her by the hair and whips her into the ring. He pulls her up for Space Mountain, but as he starts to drop her down, “The Power” by Manowar starts to play. Instead of pinning Coral like he should, Billy stands up and watches as Alexander Irvine walks down the ramp and into the ring.

Billy and Alex get into each other’s face. There’s some jawing back and forth between the two, as Coral slowly starts to stir. Completely ignoring the match now, Billy solely focuses on Alexander, who keeps yelling at Billy to give him his shot. It can be heard that Billy says anything is better than working with his current opponent, but declines Alexander’s request. Coral get’s up looking angrily at the intruder, and spins Irvine around. However, as Irvine spins, he clocks her with the Battle Cry Forearm smash.

GRAHAM STEVENS: Your winner by disqualification...CORAL—ROSE and STILL SEATTLE PRO WRESTLING PRIDE CHAMPION...BILLY—DANIELSON!

CHARLES HUDSON:  Couldn’t he wait until after the match?

MCKAYLA LEWIS:  Why would Alexander Irvine do that?

CHARLES HUDSON:  I mean, it’s not like the champion cared much for his challenger anyways.

Billy claps, applauding Irvine knocking out Coral. Alexander shrugs, and says Danielson is next. Billy scoffs, before going for a Chicago Blackout, but Irvine sidesteps! Irvine puts Billy in his patented Cobra Clutch! Billy struggles to get out, and tries to run Irvine into the corner, but Irvine still doesn’t let go of him. Billy throws wild elbows trying to get out, but the referee and ring crew break them up before Irvine could do further damage. Danielson screams at Irvine, and tries to get back at Irvine, but Irvine is escorted out of the ring. Billy yells obscenities at Alex, and “The Unnatural” just smirks.

MCKAYLA LEWIS:  This had gotten out of hand here. Something must be done and there should be repercussions for Irvine’s actions! We’re going to take our last commercial break and we’ll be back with tonight’s Main Event!

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[Robert Daniels]

As the bassline to “Break the Rules” by Charli XCX hits the speakers, a gold-painted Cadillac limo slowly rolls out from the side of the stage. “The Revolution” A.J. Morales stands on the roof near the front of the limo, strumming along with the music on his NVR World Heavyweight Championship belt and playing to the crowd. Once the Cadillac stops, A.J. walks across its roof towards the back end and fastens his world title around his waist, while a stagehand opens the back door on the side facing the cameras. From inside the car, Christina Idol reaches up, and A.J., gentleman that he is, takes her hand and helps her climb out before she turns around, maintaining her grip on his wrist, and helps him get down from the roof.

GRAHAM STEVENS: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome your Seattle Pro Wrestling Tag Team Champions...IDOLUTION!

Christina takes one of the two SPW tag title belts slung over her shoulders and hands it to A.J., who puts it on to mirror hers before they start walking down the ramp. A.J. goes slightly ahead, showing love to the fans as always, while Christina follows and takes in the scene. Last time she had one of these tag titles in Seattle, she wasn’t exactly the most popular person, so it’s a little surreal hearing the crowd this vocally behind her.

Once the champs reach the ring, they get in via their usual paths—Christina goes up the stairs and through the ropes, while A.J. somersaults over—and get their usual posing in before they call for the stagehands to toss them some mics.

A.J. MORALES: A’right, a’right, we got a few questions we need to ask...first of all, what’s good, Seattle?

As always, A.J. gets the cheap pop out of that line.

CHRISTINA IDOL: It’s been twenty episodes of Mainstream but really it goes back even further. It goes back to December of 2016, when everyone heard of Seattle Pro and got excited to see what could happen. Kinda crazy that it’s come this far, huh?

Another round of cheers.

A.J. MORALES: And hey, that wouldn’t be possible if people didn’t believe in us enough to buy the tickets and come out to the shows, so this is just as much your milestone to celebrate as anyone else’s.

The crowd can tell A.J. means that, and that sets off another wave of cheering accordingly.

A.J. MORALES: But like, I just gotta ask, ‘cause it’s been on my mind for weeks now…

A.J. holds his NVR and SPW gold up high, a belt in each hand, making sure to get as many eyes on it as possible. Since he’s also got his mic in one hand, Christi holds her mic towards A.J. for a moment.

A.J. MORALES: ...am I going over yet or what?

That one gets a slightly more mixed response than usual, but overall, it’s still a positive one, and that seems to reassure A.J. as he brings the belts back down and starts adjusting them so they hang off his shoulders again.

CHRISTINA IDOL: We told everybody what was going to happen in Detroit. We told everybody that by the end of the night, the whole tag team division would envy us. And now, Idolution stand before you as the undefeated tag team champions of the world!

A.J. MORALES: And hey...don’t get it twisted, we had to go through one of the best tag teams on the planet to do it. Da Trix Turners, up to this point, have been the undisputed greatest tag champs in Seattle Pro history. So if they can’t survive getting hit with the CTS, who the hell can?

CHRISTINA IDOL: You can put any two wrestlers in front of us and call ‘em a tag team, but it’s gonna take a long, LONG time to knock us off the top of this mountain. Nobody else has the chemistry we do. Nobody else has the athleticism we do. And frankly, nobody else makes it look good like we do.

A.J. MORALES: So I gotta ask one more question to everybody in that locker room...who thinks they got what it takes to stop us?

Morales and Idol stand waiting for someone to answer there challenge inside the ring but nobody comes forth from the back.

CHRISTINA IDOL: We didn’t think so...

Idol flips the microphone and a loud thud is heard as it drops against the mat. The music begins playing again as Morales and Idol hold there titles towards the sky as the scene fades.

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[Robert Daniels]

MAIN EVENT
SEATTLE PRO WRESTLING
WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP

★★★ ELI BUCHANAN (C) ★★★
vs
★★★ AJ KNIGHT ★★★

The bell rings and it’s AJ Knight who rushes Eli in the corner bombarding him with hard forearm strikes and chops. AJ whips Buchanan hard into the turnbuckle sternum first! Eli comes stumbling out into a drop kick from AJ sending him back to the corner! AJ runs back to the opposite corner and blasts him with a running European Uppercut! And another! And another! He pulls Eli out of the corner with a snap suplex, remarking "See...? You're not the only one that can do it!” Knight makes the cover for 1...2...KICKOUT!

AJ pulls Eli up to his feet and blasts him with a hard chop across the chest before snapmaring him down and giving him one across the back! Before following up with another to the chest, and an elbow drop! Eli crawls up to his knees, only for AJ to hit the ropes and spike him with a Swinging Neckbreaker! AJ covers for 1...2...KICKOUT!

AJ hits the ropes for another one! Buchanan hits Knight with a stiff lariat out of nowhere! He picks Knight up by the hair and hits a belly-to-belly suplex, driving him back first into the bottom turnbuckle. Buchanan goes to the opposite corner and rushes across the ring, smashing his knee into Knight’s face. He drags Knight to his feet and hits a second belly-to-belly suplex. Buchanan mounts Knight’s chest and rains down blows. He grabs Knight’s in an arm triangle, rolls over and transitions it into a Koji Clutch and screams at Knight to tap out!

AJ rolls Buchanan onto his shoulders 1-2-Kickout by the Champ! Superkick by AJ Drops him! AJ Covers him again! 1-2-Kickout again! AJ pulls him up for another swinging neckbreaker! Rolls through-Inverted DDT! Cover! 1-2-Kickout! AJ nails a knee lift to the rising champion driving him into the ropes! AJ slaps Eli upside the head, asking him if this is really what's become of the great Eli Buchanan and his world title reign. Eli blisters his challenger with a hard chop! AJ returns the favor, but Eli doesn't back down! AJ gives him a boot to the midsection dropping Eli to a knee! AJ begins putting the boots to Eli before grabbing his wrist and looking for Holy Ouch! Eli ducks!

Buchanan grabs Knight in a rear waist lock and hits a German suplex. He maintains the waist locks and rolls through, pulling Knight to his feet and hits a second German suplex. Once again he maintains the waist lock and rolling through, pulls Knight up and hits a third German suplex. Buchanan isn’t done, he pulls Knight back up and spins him around into a front chancery. He hits a vertical suplex, rolls through and hits a second. He pulls Knight up one more time and lifts him up into a stalling vertical suplex. The crowd begin to count as he keeps him hanging up there, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20. Buchanan suddenly drops Knight down with a brainbuster. He climbs back to his feet and points at the corner. Buchanan quickly climbs to the top rope and points at the heavens. He leaps off and hits the frog splash and makes the cover for 1...2...KICKOUT!

AJ kicks out! Eli goes for Thunderstruck-AJ Catches him- Stun Gun on the ropes! Eli staggers out and takes a knee,  Dropkick from AJ! He follows Eli and blasts him with a European Uppercut! Roaring Forearm! Superkick! Eli's just being held up by the ropes! AJ's been all over him!

Buchanan leans against the ropes. He suddenly grabs Knight around the waist and tosses him over the top rope with a belly-to-belly suplex. Buchanan waits for Knight to raise to his feet and bouncing off the ropes hits a running suicide dive that sends his opponent into the barricade. He grabs Knight and pulls him to his feet. He grabs him in a reverse waistlock and drives Knight into the ring steps with a German suplex. Knight tries to recover but… THUNDERSTRUCK!!! Buchanan hits the running Boyame. He picks Knight up and tosses him back into the ring. He pulls him to his feet and scoops him up and hits the Chaos Driver and goes for the cover for 1...2...3NO! WAIT!! AJ's foot was on the rope!!

Eli can't believe it! He's arguing the count, but the referee is holding firm... AJ begins to pull himself up in the corner! Eli grabs the waist... AJ grabs the Middle turnbuckle, desperately trying to keep from being Suplexed... But it fails! Eli sends AJ flying across the ring, the Turnbuckle pad in hand! AJ staggers back to his feet, dazed and confused- Exploder! AJ's right back into the Exposed corner! Eli lines Thunderstruck up... DROP TOE HOLD FROM AJ! ELI'S HEAD BOUNCES OFF THE EXPOSED STEEL!! 

...Eli's not moving, with blood beginning to pool under his head. AJ looks torn. Knight looks at Eli...Then at the title...He closes his eyes and pulls Eli up! KNIGHTFALL! Knight makes the cover for 1...2...3!

GRAHAM STEVENS: Your winner by pin fall and NEW SEATTLE PRO WRESTLING WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION...A—J—KNIGHT!

CHARLES HUDSON:  AJ is the new World Champion in a shocker!

MCKAYLA LEWIS:  I am in absolute disbelief in what a turn of events!

AJ looks conflicted as he's handed the title belt, looking down at Eli who's being attended to by the ring side attendants. AJ pushes past them and kneels down next to Eli. 

The look of concern fades, replaced by an ear to ear grin from AJ Knight who sarcastically yet emphatically shakes his hand, drawing boos from the crowd! AJ asks for a mic.

AJ KNIGHT: Eli! I did it man! I couldn't have done it without everything you taught me. You've got to be proud, the student has surpassed the teacher!

The boos continue accompanied by a "F*** You AJ" chant.

AJ KNIGHT: This goes to show, even in a company which favors its flavors of the month so heavily, eventually the guys who have been busting their ass for so long can be the champion too! Let this be a lesson to the kids here tonight: Hard work pays off! 

"Shut the f*** up" chants rocket towards AJ, who continues  his speech undeterred.

AJ KNIGHT: Now finally this company has a champion they can be proud of! No Horsemen, or Killswitches, finally just a real company man who wants to do everything he can for the good of this company, for the boys in the back like me, who have been busting their ass and doing things the right way for so long to try and get the opportunities others have been handed just for walking through the door!

The boos continue with the fans chanting "We want SILK" at him

AJ KNIGHT: On Mainstream 20, it's only fitting that the title finally ends up on the guy who's been fighting tooth and nail for this company since day one! I hope you all enjoyed the show! Drive safe!

AJ lays the microphone in the ring, and walks up the aisle past Eli Buchanan who is still being attended to by the physician, as the audience continues booing resoundingly.

CHARLES HUDSON:  This wasn’t even suppose to happen here tonight! This was suppose to be Eli vs Silk!?!

MCKAYLA LEWIS:  It doesn’t matter at this point Charles he beat him fair and square whether we like it or not!

Knight walks cockily up the aisle and onto the stage but before he ducks behind the curtain he turns and stands at the top of the stage holding the Seattle Pro Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship over his head smiling as the logo flashes on the screen and the credits roll.

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