MAINSTREAM 22 - KANSAS CITY - 06/08/2019

[Robert Daniels]

Seattle Pro Wrestling Presents

MAINSTREAM 22
SATURDAY - 06/08/2019
SPRINT CENTER - KANSAS CITY, MISSOURI

MAINSTREAM IS LIVE FROM KANSAS CITY, MISSOURI FROM THE SPRINT CENTER!

MCKAYLA LEWIS:  Ladies and Gentlemen we’re Live on the Battleground Network from the Sprint Center right here in KANSAS CITY!

The opening chords of the intro to "Purple Rain" by Prince begins 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 but instead of crawling slowly and seductively towards the top of the ramp, he’s strutting slowly,draped in Championship gold around his waist and over his shoulder from the WTC, Southside and Elysium Pro respectively. His gold framed glasses glisten from the reflection of the strobe lights while his head wrap that’s along his forehead is 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 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. SILK gets to his feet and is handed a microphone as the lights in the arena come back up.

SILK: Tonight, ya boi should be usherin’ in the SILKY Smooth Era to Seattle Pro Wrestling but instead, that rat who walks around here like he eats his cheese with his asshole instead of his mouth remains the Seattle Pro World Champion.

The fans boo loudly and SILK shakes his head.

SILK: I know, AJ is ‘bout as worthy of that Title as Aaron Pace is of a roster spot in this company.

Cheers and laughs come in from the crowd at SILK’s jab.

SILK: As nice as it is to be a walkin’ Fort Knox without havin’ to carry ‘round Titles of defunct companies to pad my stats like other people ‘round here, I feel like somethin’ is missin’...like somethin’ doesn’t feel right…

SILK walks over to the topes and leans over the top one while facing the entrance way. SILK takes his two Championships from over his shoulder and hangs them, one on each side of him on the top rope.

SILK: Feels like ya boi needs to add some Seattle Pro gold to his collection cause it’s been a good damn minute since the SILKY Smooth One has done so.

The fans begin roaring in anticipation, knowing that SILK is somehow, someway about to lay down a challenge.

SILK: Robb Daniels…

The fans almost awe collectfully at SILK naming Seattle Pro’s owner of all people.

SILK: Why don’t you get out here and right that wrong AJ Knight did against ya boi last week?!?!

The curtain is throw back as Robb Daniels makes his way out to the stage to address Silk.

ROBB DANIELS: SILK, you won the Pinnacle Battle Royal and took your time. You didn’t want to play by the rules and show up for your match against Eli, so AJ Knight took advantage of an opportunity and cashed in! You no showed then you made yourself look like a fool when you couldn’t beat him! You had your shot, now Mariano Fernandez and A.J. Morales will challenge Knight in the Triple Threat Match. What part of ‘earn your next title shot’ do you not understand?
SILK rubs his chin, looking s tad offended.

SILK: Fool?!?!? You mean like your referee that let that tool use a chair to gain a win over ya boi? Or how ‘bout you Robb for even givin’ that idiot a shot? Let alone lettin’ him constantly gettin’ away with that kinda trash which again, makes YOU look foolish for allowin’ him to be in that position in the first place. I don’t care if I have to go through Morales or Manny, I want Knight and I want that jive jabroni ASAP!

ROBB DANIELS: That’s all well and good SILK but if I give you a title shot then everybody is going to be in line at my office wanting this or that. It’s my job to keep order and not let the ‘inmates run the asylum’...do you understand...boi?

SILK chuckles inside the ring at Daniels’ use of the term ‘boi’. SILK kicks the bottom rope then leans across the top rope pointing at Daniels.

SILK: You run this place about as good as that blonde bimbo Lauren did...

Daniels looks down the aisle appearing very angry.

ROBB DANIELS: You know what SILK—I’m going to fix you. I’m going to put an end to all your games. You want to demand a title shot then I’ll give it to you. Tonight! Our Triple Threat will now be a Fatal Fourway!

SILK smirks and applauds Daniels decision along with the crowd.

ROBB DANIELS: But that’s not all...IF you don’t leave Kansas City with the World Heavyweight Championship tonight then you never will because this is your last chance! Now learn some respect when speaking to your boss...

Daniels flips the microphone down to the ground before storming off back behind the curtain.

SILK: If it makes Robb feel any better or helps him sleep cozier at night, I respect your decision ‘boss’ cause tonight, Kansas City and the world ‘bout to witness the SILKY Smooth One drip in Seattle Pro Gold! Now hit my damn music!

SILK’s music kicks back in and as he plays towards the crowd before we cut to a commercial.

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[Robert Daniels]

BACKSTAGE...
The scene cuts backstage as Chris Constantine Jr. stands in front of a brick-wall with the NVR R!ZE Title on his shoulder. Olivia hangs on his shoulder as she looks up at Chris who’s not in the best of moods as tonight’s match weighs heavily on him.

CHRIS CONSTANTINE JR.: This whole thing between Eddy Poe and myself started when he decided he wanted to make a name for himself when I won the NVR Rise title. Showed up right after the match and knocked my ass down after I had a long and gruesome match. Then he interrupted my NVR RISE Championship party. Choke slammed my wife and myself through a cake that I had specially made for the event. Thousands of dollars spent on that party and it was ruined by Eddy and his damn wife Dona Rotten. Then came the matches. Kings Road! NVR! Seattle Pro! Every where I turn Eddy is there to greet me with that stupid smile of his. Last week should of been the end of it all. I beat Eddy in that dog collar match. I touched all four corners and left Eddy a bloody mess! But Robb Danielson had to put us in one more match together, a beat the clock match where who ever loses to their opponent or spends the most time on their match...GETS FIRED!

Olivia quickly hugs Chris and tries her best to calm him down. Taking a deep breath, Chris quickly calms down as he goes back to talking.

CHRIS CONSTANTINE JR.: I don’t know what I’ve done to make Robb Danielson ticked off, but this needs to stop Robb. You’ve put my non wrestling wife in a match against two trained wrestlers, you put me in a non disqualification dog collar match with a dude that likes to bring chainsaws in matches, and now you’re trying to fire me! Fire me? I’m one of your highest draws Robb! I’m a noble citizen. I’m one of the most liked guys in the back!

Olivia can’t help but chuckle a little as she hears Chris make that statement.

CHRIS CONSTANTINE JR.: Well Robb! I am a survivor! I’ve lasted this long against Eddy with my head still intact, so I’ll last tonight as I beat my opponent and watch Eddy leave Seattle Pro, once and for all! You can’t get rid of me Robb! I am the future of Seattle Pro...

Constantine Jr. is suddenly interrupted as Izzy Van Doren steps into the frame. He looks on confused as he steps back readjusting his RIZE Championship across his shoulder.

CHRIS CONSTANTINE JR.: Haven’t you ever heard how rude it is to interrupt someone while they are speaking? Wait, don’t answer that...you’re a long way from Napa Valley aren’t you? Wait, don’t answer that either because I don’t care. If you’ll excuse me I have to prepare for my match.

IZZY VAN DOREN: So do I...because I’m your opponent. I’ll see you in the ring.

Izzy steps up into his face and smirks before stepping away and out of the frame leaving Constantine with a temporary smile on his face.

[Robert Daniels]

BEAT THE CLOCK CHALLENGE
★★★ IZZY VAN DOREN ★★★
vs
★★★ CHRIS CONSTANTINE JR. ★★★

The bell rings with Izzy Van Doren and Chris Constantine Jr. circling around the ring, getting a sense of the action to come. They lock up. Constantine easily shoves Izzy off as Izzy falls to the mat on her butt. Constantine taunts and flexes at Izzy. Izzy gets to her feet and the two begin to circle again. The two lock up, but Izzy immediately starts to lay into Constantine’s jaw with heavy forearms! Izzy off the ropes with a big step up rana. Constantine rolls to the outside. Izzy feels a dive coming as the crowd start to stir with excitement. She bounces off the opposite side of the ring, but is stopped from diving by Olivia Constantine standing in her way on the apron.

Izzy shrugs her shoulders and bounces off the opposite side of the ring again and dives over Olivia and lands on top of Chris with an awesome tope con hilo. Chris is down and Izzy looks to move in but Olivia stands in her way now face to face. Izzy smiles, grabs Olivia by the face and shoves her down to the ground but as soon as she does, Chris charges and stuns Izzy with a running double axe handle to the head. Constantine starts hurling Izzy into the barricade. Izzy doubles over in pain. Constantine picks Izzy up, throws her into the corner of the barricade and grabs her by the face.

CHRIS CONSTANTINE JR.:  This is my company and Eddy is just taking up space in it!

He chops Izzy and the sounds echoes around the arena. Olivia is back up and applauds the effort. Chris viciously drops Izzy back first onto the apron and sends her back into the ring. Chris is steaming mad already. He keeps an eye on the clock. Chris slides in and attempts a cover for 1...2...KICKOUT!

Izzy starts stirring on her feet, still doubled over, but Chris is there with a knee that sends Izzy back to her her knees. Izzy gasps for air, but still wants to fight. Chris picks Van Doren up and does a basic body slam. Being the cocky asshole, Chris goes for the pin attempt as he places one foot on top of Van Doren and flexes to the crowd for 1...KICKOUT!

Van Doren kicks out after one as Chris looks dumbfounded that Van Doren kicked out so easily. Annoyed, Chris stomps on Van Doren head. Then their right shoulder. Followed by chest, stomach, pelvic, right knee, right ankle, left angle, left knee, pelvic, stomach, chest, and left shoulder. Chris goes for another one foot cover for 1...KICKOUT!

Izzy’s down. Chris Constantine Jr. motions Olivia to get on the apron. Mrs. Constantine does so and begins rubbing up to her man, taunting the audience. Chris basks in the hate and jeers from the fans as he returns his attention to Izzy. Izzy with an enzugiri! Constantine is in a daze and he falls to the mat! Izzy bumps into Olivia on the apron, who immediately grabs Izzy’s hands and wraps them around her.

Olivia slowly begins to notice that those aren’t Chris’s hands. She turns around and sees a smirk on Izzy’s face. The Punk Rock Pipebomb winds back and lays a big kiss on Olivia. Izzy pulls off, Olivia is trying to wipe the taste out of her mouth as Izzy wipes Olivia’s lipstick off her face with a satisfied smile as she returns to focus on the match. Chris rushes behind, but Izzy moves out of the way. Chris stops before knocking Olivia off. The two smile at each other and sigh in relief. Izzy causes Chris to knock Olivia off by bouncing off the ropes and into an O’Connor Roll. Izzy rolls Chris through! HEADLOCK DRIVER and makes the cover for 1...2...KICKOUT!

Izzy is beside herself as she tells the referee it should’ve been three! Meanwhile, Olivia has semi recovered as Chris begs her to throw in his brass knuckles. Olivia slides them in a few inches away from Chris. He combat crawls to them and gets them around his fingers. Off camera, Izzy presses her boot down onto Constantine’s hand, grinding it out like a cigarette. Izzy bends over and throws the brass knuckles back to Olivia. Chris begs off Izzy, but she stops down again on the hand. The referee admonishes her for doing so as Chris recovers in the corner. Izzy with a huge cannonball senton into Constantine Jr. Izzy pulls Constantine out of the corner, but it seems as though Constantine had loosened or pulled off one of the turnbuckle pads. The referee is distracted as he fixes the pad. Constantine doubled over, Izzy connects with the axe kick!

Van Doren goes to throw Chris over the top rope, but Chris holds onto the top rope as his feet hang inches away from the ground. Chris holds on tight as it looks like he tries to skin the cat, but he fails as he kicks his feet in the air. He yells at Olivia to help him up. Olivia scurries over and tries to help Chris up, but she’s not strong enough. Not amused anymore of the show, Van Doren bounces off the ropes and drop kicks Chris off the ropes and onto the guardrail. Van Doren doesn’t give Chris a chance to breath as they jump over the top rope and lands on Chris. Izzy is quick to pick Constantine back up and looks to toss him in under the bottom rope but he grabs onto the ring to block it, elbows her a few times in the stomach and then slams her head repeatedly off of the corner of the ring.

Chris tosses her under the bottom rope and into the ring, then hops up onto the apron. Chris has his back to the ref and Van Doren as he trash talks a fan in the first row. Reaching into his trunks, Chris pulls a pair of brass knuckles and places it in his hand. Van Doren is up as she comes over and clubs Chris in the back. Van Doren picks him up and looks for a back suplex into the ring. Right when Chris is at his highest, he slams the brass knuckles into Van Doren head. How the angle is, the ref doesn’t see what happens as he and everyone sees Chris land on top of Van Doren with a crossbody. With Chris on top of Van Doren, Chris hooks the leg and yells at the ref to make the count of 1...2...ROPEBREAK!

Chris is clearly frustrated as he smacks his hands three times at the referee telling him to do his job. Constantine gets up and brings Izzy to her feet with him. They move to the corner now. Hammer throw out of the corner by Constantine. Izzy lands in the turnbuckle, Constantine charges, but Izzy gets the boot up in time. Constantine charges, but another boot stuns him for longer. Izzy up to the top rope, she jumps over Constantine, but lands awkwardly onto her right ankle. Seizing the moment, Constantine cuts Izzy down with a chop block to the leg. Izzy holds her shin and tries to use the ropes to get up. Constantine pulls Izzy back into the middle by her leg and takes her down with a dragon screw leg whip. Constantine with the cover. 1! 2! Shoulder up by Van Doren. Grounded headlock by Constantine.

Izzy begins to slowly get back to her feet. Constantine right behind her still having that headlock on. Izzy with some back elbows to the ribs of Constantine and the hold is broken. Izzy attempts to run towards the ropes, but Constantine grabs a hold of Izzy’s tights and brings her back into a pendulum backbreaker. Constantine stretches Izzy’s back out across his knee before picking her up and executing another backbreaker on her. Constantine goes for a third, but Izzy counters with a headscissors! Constantine dazed near the corner. Shotgun dropkick by Izzy that sends Constantine bouncing off the turnbuckles. Izzy scales to the top rope despite her bad leg. Constantine on all fours. Izzy off the top rope! Big drop Senton onto the back of Constantine! Izzy makes the cover for 1...2...NEARFALL!

Izzy is up with Chris and kicks Constantine in the gut, looking to attempt to lift him up into a piledriver, but Izzy can’t muster up the strength out of exhaustion. Constantine blocks it and shoves Izzy off. Constantine swings with a clothesline, but Izzy ducks it, catches him, and takes him over with a backdrop driver. Constantine gets to his feet in the corner, but Izzy is there with a stiff spinning back kick that doubles Constantine over. Izzy sweeps the leg. She bounces off the ropes and lands a sick knee attack across the face of her opponent. Constantine turns around from the impact and instead of falling forward like his momentum was taking him, Izzy manages to grab both his arms and backslide him quickly out of nowhere for 1...2...3!

GRAHAM STEVENS: Your winner by pin fall...IZZY—VAN—DOREN!

Constantine manages to kick out right after the three even if he’s dazed from her knee strike and is on both knees, shocked and holding his head. He stands up, still a bit woozy but shakes the cobwebs off enough to grab the referee by his shirt and starts yelling at him about a fast count. Izzy had slid out of the ring among all the commotion and is raising her arm as she heads up the ramp, walking backwards and looking on. Constantine is now kicking the bottom rope out of frustration while still giving the referee and earful.

CHARLES HUDSON:  He’s already went and screwed the theoretical pooch with this loss!

MCKAYLA LEWIS:  Izzy Van Doren with a terrific re-debut in Seattle Pro Wrestling

CHARLES HUDSON:  All Constantine can do is hope and pray that Poe loses but in a shorter amount of time.

MCKAYLA LEWIS: If Poe wins later tonight then we may have seen Chris Constantine Jr wrestle his final match in Seattle Pro Wrestling!

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[Robert Daniels]

LIVE via SATELLITE...
Darkness.

A voice starts speaking in Japanese.

“Otoko wa zende wa ari enai, sore wa fukanōdesu.

“Watashi wa tameshimashitaga shippai shimashita. Gomen'nasai.

“Mukashi no yarikata ga ichibandesu. Watashi wa sore ni modorimasu.

“Watashi no mono o torimodosu toki ga kimashita.”

Someone lights a candle and it laminates a picture of a tiger and a dragon fighting one another.

“Hashire!”

The candle is blown out and we return to darkness.

[Robert Daniels]

BEAT THE CLOCK CHALLENGE
★★★ EDDY POE ★★★
vs
★★★ MAVERICK ★★★

The bell rings after Eddy Poe enters the arena without his chainsaw, making a beeline for the ring. When he makes it to the squared circle he slides in, and then rushes at Maverick with a vicious tackle! Eddy knocks him to the ground, and starts ruthlessly smashing his face with a barrage of fists as the ref attempts to separate them. The ref finally pulls the Slasher off of his newest victim, forcing Eddy to go to his corner and pull off his jacket.

Eddy stomps Mavericks head in the corner over and over, at first completely ignoring the 5 count, the ref having to pull Ed off Maverick yet again. Eddy looks at the crowd, even with a reputation like Poe had, this was a whole new kind of style he was showing. A whole new kind of aggression. Eddy grabbed his slightly dazed opponent, picking him up to his feet, and tossing him into the center of the ring. Ed kept yelling at Maverick as he woozily stood to his feet, only for Eddy to run like a missle and clothesline his victim inside out!

Eddy pushed Maverick over the top rope, but he didn’t fall out of the ring completely. Eddy rushed over, only to receive a shoulder to the stomach. As Maverick attempted to mount some offense by launching himself over the top, Eddy caught him in the middle of a sunset flip attempt, and tossed him over the top rope and out of the ring completely. As he attempted to get to his feet, Eddy had already rushed to the opposite side of the ring, gaining distance and speed, only to leap completely over the top rope for an insane dive over the top, squashing Maverick on the outside.

Maverick is down and out meanwhile Poe rolls him back into the ring following him under the bottom rope and hooks his neck and leg for the cover for 1...2...BREAK! Poe lifts the head and shoulders of Maverick only to deliver more punishment. He lifts Maverick up holding him by the back of his head as he makes a throat slash with his thumb across his own neck. Poe lifts Maverick up and drops him with a choke slam and makes the cover for
1...2...3!

GRAHAM STEVENS: Your winner by pin fall...EDDY—POE!

CHARLES HUDSON:  He made that look easy!

MCKAYLA LEWIS:  Not sure what happens from here but the degree of difficulty in tonight’s opponents for the two participants was definitely lop sided.

CHARLES HUDSON:  Are you saying that you believe Constantine Jr was on Daniels’ ‘s*** list’?

MCKAYLA LEWIS: I did not say that but as a matter of fact let’s go back stage to see the latest in breaking news...

BACKSTAGE...
Chris Constantine Jr. is seen standing beside a video monitor watching the end result of Eddy Poe’s victory and celebration inside the ring. Constantine’s wife Olivia is consoling him while he is approached by Robb Daniels.

ROBB DANIELS: Tough loss tonight.

CHRIS CONSTANTINE JR.: What can I do? Give me another chance? I can beat her. I’ll go out there right now and beat Izzy two out of three times! No make it three out of five times...

ROBB DANIELS: Chris, you knew the rules. You also knew the consequences. Seattle Pro Wrestling isn’t big enough for both you and Eddy Poe. Atleast not for now. You’re fired.

Daniels turns and walks out of the frame as the audience sighs in surprise inside the arena as Constantine Jr. grows angry before turning and walking away as well.

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[Robert Daniels]

SEATTLE PRO WRESTLING
PRIDE CHAMPIONSHIP
★★★ BILLY DANIELSON (C) ★★★
vs
★★★ AARON PACE ★★★

Danielson and Pace start to circle each other. Danielson stops and puts his hand up, suggesting a test of strength. Pace shakes his head, seeing the trick from a hundred miles away, but Billy tries even hard to convince him. They circle again, and this time it’s Pace who tries to trick Billy, but Billy refuses as well. They circle, one more time, and both put their hand up, same time. They slowly pretend to grab each other’s hands, but instead they both go for the low kick and catch each other. They hop around in a circle, as they both try to keep their balance. They throw each other’s legs, and end up clocking each other with identical forearm smashes.

After the stalemate, Pace goes for a rear waistlock, and they begin to chain grapple. Danielson eventually gets the body slam. He hits the ropes for an elbow drop, but Pace rolls out of the way. He hits the ropes for a knee drop, but Billy rolls out of the way. Danielson whips him into the ropes, but when he goes down for a back body drop, Pace kicks him in the face, and then hits a high angle slam. Danielson rolls to the outside, as Pace goes out to chase him. Pace bum rushes Billy with a clothesline and gives a few stomps for good measure.

A few dirty strikes and whips later, Pace is still in control. He whips the Pride champion into the ring. He takes a moment to taunt the crowd, but as he gets in, Danielson thumbs him in the eye. Billy then gets to a knee, and hits a Chicago Blackout knee strike that takes Pace to the mat. Billy goes for a pin, but gets barely a 2. He puts Pace in a headlock, and guides him to his feet. Billy tries for a vertical suplex, but Pace wiggles out and lands behind him. A German suplex by Pace, and Danielson lazily rolls to his feet. Pace tries to bum rush Billy again, but Danielson reverses with a flap jack on to the ropes! Pace bounces off the ropes, and Billy hits another Chicago Blackout, and tries for a pin, but still only gets a 2.

Through trickery and a well placed low blow, Pace has the advantage again. He has Danielson in the corner, and is just laying into him with shoulder thrusts. Pace gets ripped out of the corner by the referee, and they begin to bicker. Pace moves the referee, and tries to hit Billy with a big splash in the corner, but Billy catches him. Billy grabs him, like he was going to hit an exploder suplex, but Pace elbows Billy in the face a few times. He lifts Billy up and puts him onto the top turnbuckle. Billy kicks him away, but doesn’t prevent the inevitable superplex. Pace covers, but only for a 2! Pace slaps the ground, and then grabs Billy by the face, digging his fingers into Billy’s eyes. The referee pulls him off, and Pace almost fights the referee.

Both men begin to trade shots, and Pace begins to get 2,3,4 shots in. Danielson is on the ropes, but is able to send Aaron onto the apron. Billy hits the opposite ropes, and hits a big Chicago Blackout, but Pace holds onto the rope, barely. Billy looks at the glassy-eyed opponent, and hits the ropes one more time to hit a suicide spear! Both men go to the floor in a disgusting fashion. The count starts getting pretty high before they start to even move… 5,6,7… Billy gets onto the apron first, but Pace shoves him into the ring and tries for a roll up, only to get a 2 count!

Running boot to the corner, and it seems like Billy Danielson’s possible record breaking reign is going to be over! Pace slowly drags Danielson up to his feet, and tries to get Billy into the Gory position for his Pacemaker finisher, but Billy wiggles out of it and goes for a backslide pin. He get’s a 2, but Aaron rolls onto his knees and Billy gets to his feet and hits Pace with another Chicago Blackout! Pace is on his knees, completely out. Danielson goes of the ropes and tries for another Chicago Blackout, but Pace reverses it into a single leg boston crab! Danielson struggles to get out, but does! Pace and Billy both go for a crossbody and take each other out.

The referee starts his knockout count, but both men roll out to the opposite sides of ringside. They look at each other, and begin to run at each other. Full steam ahead, they meet around the corner, with simultaneous crossbodies again! They do a flip in the air, and the referee begins another count. They aren’t out this time. This time they get to a knee and begin to just strike the crap out of each other. Pace goes for a lariat, but Danielson hits him with a flapjack into the ropes and apron. He rolls pace into the ring, but still only gets a 2.

Danielson hits a Chicago Blackout, but doesn’t go for the pin. He goes for another one, AND ANOTHER ONE! Aaron’s face is bloodied, and Billy slowly lifts him up in a gutwrench. Billy lifts him all the way over his head, and begins to deliver his Space Mountain black tiger bomb, but his knee buckles. He lets go of Pace for a moment, but instead of letting him Pace recover, Billy lifts Aaron onto the turnbuckles, and does a modified Space Mountain for 1...2...3!

GRAHAM STEVENS: Your winner by pin fall and STILL Seattle Pro Wrestling Pride Champion...BILLY—DANIELSON!

CHARLES HUDSON:  Billy Danielson with another impressive victory!

MCKAYLA LEWIS:  Robb Daniels has fired Silk tonight. He may fire Silk tonight if he continues talking about his wife Lauren....whoa whoa this is uncalled for...Billy Danielson is continuing his onslaught on Aaron Pace after the bell.

Danielson is stomping away at Aaron Pace whom still lays on the mat. He’s holding the Pride Championship and pointing at it in his face talking about how he’s undefeated and the top guy in Seattle Pro. The bell begins to ring again trying to signal Danielson to stop beating up his fallen challenger.

CHARLES HUDSON:  This is a bit much McKayla. We need somebody out here to put a stop to this.

Suddenly Blake Mitchell the Emerald City Saint is seen charging from behind the curtain down the aisle and sliding into the ring. He grabs Danielson by the shoulder swinging him around as Danielson drops the Pride Championship and acts like he’s seen a ghost. The two men share choice words and stand nose to nose before its Mitchell who throws the first punch. The two men begin slugging away at one another before Danielson ducks a punch and hits the mat rolling for cover. Meanwhile it’s Blake Mitchell who checks on Pace before lifting the Pride Championship up, looks at it then points at Danielson and then the title.

MCKAYLA LEWIS: It looks like we’re getting our wish. We were wanting a new challenger to step up to Billy Danielson and Blake Mitchell has returned to Seattle Pro Wrestling to save the day for Aaron Pace and stir up an old rivalry with Danielson!

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[Robert Daniels]

BACKSTAGE...
The camera cuts backstage to where the members of the Tenacious Wrecking Crew are standing together. Both Dom Harter and Annie Zellor are dressed in their ring attire, as well as their matching leather jackets and bandanas. The only difference is Annie has her HKW Bloodlust and Millennium Chicago Way titles slung over either shoulder.

ANNIE ZELLOR: We told you we were here for one thing, and one thing only. The Seattle Pro Tag Team Championships!

DOM HARTER: And we told you we’d be back…

Harter says after pulling down his bandana. He’s standing behind his fiancée, and tag team partner, as Annie bounces from one foot to the other in excitement.

ANNIE ZELLOR: You think we’re gonna let one li’l setback get us down? Nahhh. What happened at Conflict was…

DOM HARTER: Unfortunate.

ANNIE ZELLOR: Yeah, but what happened in Atlanta was…

DOM HARTER: Cathartic.

Zellor shrugs her shoulders before nodding in agreement.

DOM HARTER: And we’re sure some of you might disagree: namely AJ and Christina. Judging from the epic tantrum he’s been throwing these last few weeks.

Zellor rolls her eyes after AJ ‘divorced’ her from his harem of Twitter wives – but it’s ok, she still has more Twitter wives than he does. A quick shake of the head and that cocky little smirk returns to her face as Dom continues talking.

DOM HARTER: But the good news for you, Christina, is this time you’re not completely helpless; you don’t have to watch from home as we beat down your tag team partner.

ANNIE ZELLOR: The bad news…is that this time you get to, like, take the butt kicking with him. ‘Cause we’re not messing around this time. This isn’t just some open challenge we’re answering! This time we’re walking away as the Seattle Pro Tag Team Championships and these fans…

She points all around her.

DOM HARTER: And even those in NVR!

ANNIE ZELLOR: …they’re gonna learn what the Tenacious Wrecking Crew can do in that ring. When we take the best that Seattle Pro has to offer, and we beat ’em! Smack dab in the middle of that ring!

DOM HARTER: And then – and only then! – can we show you why we’re going to be the next Seattle Pro Tag Team Champions!

On that note, Harter poses with his arms out to either side as Annie flexes her biceps, and the show cuts back to ringside.

[Robert Daniels]

I THINK YOU’VE GOT A LOW SELF OPINION MAN

I SEE YOU STANDING ALL BY YOURSELF

The opening chords of “Low Self Opinion” begin to play throughout the arena, and the boos start almost immediately. After ten seconds or so, Dom Harter and Annie Zellor step out from behind the curtain. He throws his arms out to either side, the ever familiar crooked grin plastered on his face, as Annie poses in front of him; she’s crouched down with her biceps flexed, their matching leather jackets and bandanas visible for all to see.

GRAHAM STEVENS: The following contest, set for one fall, is for the Seattle Pro Wrestling Tag Team Championships! Introducing first, the challengers...at a combined weight of 360 pounds ... He is 'The Tenacious Little Bastard' DOM HARTER! She is ANNIE ZELLOR! And they are the TENACIOUS WRECKING CREW!

They begin to stride down the aisle, soaking in the reaction coming from the fans. Annie leads the way, taunting the fans and playing to the camera as she goes. The smirking Harter follows closely behind, strolling confidently as he looks out across their ‘adoring’ fans. But what they don’t know is that A.J. Morales and Christina Idol are already on the stage, running up on them from behind, and they don’t get a clue until the music abruptly switches...

I DON’T WANNA GO TO SCHOOL

I JUST WANNA BREAK THE RULES

BOOM! Right as the bassline to “Break the Rules” kicks in, Idolution lay out the Crew with simultaneous spears! The Kansas City crowd goes wild, cheering the champs on as they start to ground-and-pound the challengers for what happened in Atlanta!


SEATTLE PRO WRESTLING
TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP
★★★ IDOLUTION (C) ★★★
[CHRISTINA IDOL & A.J. MORALES]
vs
★★★ TENACIOUS WRECKING CREW ★★★
[DOM HARTER & ANNIE ZELLOR]

IAnnie and Dom manage to fight their way free, scrambling to the ring for relative safety, but A.J. and Christi chase after them. Idol goes right for Harter and hits him with a devastating tackle, then hangs on to roll them both out of the ring. That leaves A.J. and Annie alone between the ropes, and the ref calls for the bell just to try and get some semblance of control over the match.

Annie, in a panic, starts pleading to the ref that she’s not ready, but all that does is let A.J. ruthlessly exploit the opening with a bicycle knee strike! From there, he backs her into the ropes with a flurry of boxing punches, most of them targeting her ribs and stomach, and Zellor is so overwhelmed that all she can do is put her arms up and try to protect herself.

The referee eventually has to step in and tell Morales to back up, which the Revolution does, albeit clearly unwillingly. Annie yells something about how A.J. was pulling her hair, which the ref ignores, then goes over to tag in Dom.

A.J. tries to take the same aggressive approach with Dom, but Harter hooks in Morales for a tie-up and drives A.J. into a neutral corner. He keeps Morales trapped in that corner as he lowers his shoulder, thrusting it repeatedly into the midsection. The referee intervenes, forcing Dom back a step. But the Tenacious Little Bastard isn’t about to let up; he moves back in towards A.J., who catches him with a big boot to the face! Harter staggers back as A.J. props himself up on the middle rope and launches himself off with a spinning back elbow!

Both men scramble to get back to their feet, but it’s A.J. who strikes first as he connects with a flying knee strike to the face, sending Harter back against the ropes. The champion takes a moment before he charges in, only to get caught by a back body drop attempt! He manages to grab hold of the top rope, however, and brings himself safely down on the apron – at least until Dom sends him tumbling to the outside with a guillotine across the top rope!

Morales is down on the outside as Harter picks himself back up using the ropes. A look of giddy joy on the face of the Tenacious Little Bastard as he looks out across the crowd. He knows just what to do next! Dom runs across the ring, picking up a head of steam as he hits the far ropes, coming back with a su–-NO! Dom puts on the brakes and steps through the ropes, before leaping off the apron with an axhandle smash! And the crowd don’t like that one bit!

With Harter fully in control, he grabs Morales by the scruff of his neck, dragging the Superchamp back over to the ring and slotting him under the bottom rope, then following after him soon after. Confident in his assault, Dom throws A.J. to the ropes to set up his next move...no, wait! A.J. leaps at him and catches Dom’s left arm into a flying armbar! Dom yells out in pain; he’s a got a dodgy history with that shoulder, and A.J. might be about to write a nasty new chapter. Despite this, Dom keeps yelling back “NO!” every time the ref asks if he wants to submit, and with his trademark tenacity and willpower, Harter manages to turn himself over and hold A.J. down for a cover...ONE! T—A.J. leans to the side to get himself out, and he keeps hanging onto that armbar, converting it to a seated Fujiwara version. Dom yells even louder, but still refuses to submit, and he keeps lunging closer and closer to the ropes, forcing A.J. to adjust and keep Dom under him, until Dom finally gets his hand on the bottom rope and forces the break.

Technically, A.J. lets go when he’s told, but he grabs Dom by that same arm again and drags him over to Idolution’s corner, where he tags in Christina Idol. She sweeps Harter’s legs out from under him and goes right for a cover...1! Kickout! No surprises there.

Dom gets up and tries to throw elbows, only for Christina to dodge and fling him back down to the mat with a snapmare. She follows up with a knee between his shoulder blades, which gives him a paralyzing sting. That lets Idol pull Harter up from behind and lock in a sleeper hold.

DOM HARTER: Ch—*gasp*—choke me harder!

Christi pauses in confusion just long enough for Dom to elbow her in the side of the head and escape. As soon as they’re both to their feet, Idol slaps him in the face.

CHRISTINA IDOL: The hell was that about?

DOM HARTER: Uhh...bygones!

Harter catches Idol with a boot to the midsection, doubling her over in the center of the ring as he takes a run up, before coming back in with a running knee lift – NO! Christina dodges the attack and tags Dom with a spinning back elbow as he turns around. The Tenacious Little Bastard is dazed as Christina runs against the ropes, only to get caught by a snap powerslam upon her return!

Dom slowly moves back to a vertical base, bringing Christina up by a handful of hair and promptly doubles her over with a knee lift to the midsection. He applies the standing headscissors and looks towards a neutral corner, before he lifts Idol up above his head in position for the boi Bomb MK II (turnbuckle powerbomb). Harter starts running – NO! Idol manages to break free and lands on her feet as Dom has the wherewithal to stop from hurting himself against the turnbuckles. He turns around to see Christina charging in – but Dom gets the boot up to the face, sending Idol staggering back a few steps as Dom props himself up on the middle rope.

He leaps off with a crossbody block, taking Christina down for a pin attempt. 1…2…NO! Christi gets a shoulder up and rolls it into a cover of her own...1...2—kickout! Before long, they’re tied up in a collar-and-elbow, grappling for position as they both get to their feet. Ultimately, it’s Dom who gets the edge and manages to Irish whip Christi into the Tenacious Wrecking Crew’s corner, then runs in and catches her with a double knee lift. Once the move connects, he tags in Annie, who flips herself up and over the ropes into the ring, then monkey-flips Christina away from the corner. Idol lands in a faceplant, and Zellor scrambles to make it a cover...1...kickout, just shy of 2!

Thinking quickly, Idol grabs a hold of Zellor’s wrist, throws a couple elbows, then throws Zellor towards a neutral corner. Before long, Idol has Zellor backed into that corner, arms stretched out to either side as the champion lays into her opponent with some vicious knife edge chops. Annie feels the full effect of each chop as she tries to get out of harm’s way, but Christina only relents when she sets Annie up for an Irish whip. The challenger is sent from pillar to post, only to see Annie roll through, up over the turnbuckle and land on the apron. Christina charges in as Annie pulls down the top rope, lowballing her; the champion tumbles all the way to the outside, landing with a thud as Annie picks herself back up on the apron.

As Idol picks herself up on the outside, Annie charges in and delivers a penalty kick to the face. But it’s not enough to knock Christina off her feet, so Annie goes the extra mile and leaps off the apron with a hurricanrana, sending Idol crashing back first into the guard rails! Zellor pops back to her feet as the crowd continue booing her, even as Annie rolls Christina back into the ring and follows her in.

Annie walks past Christi entirely, turning her back on the champ, and takes some time to flex for the crowd, which does absolutely nothing to slow the tide of boos. But it does leave Annie wide open for an attack, and Christi’s all too happy to exploit it. The two-time tag champ grabs Zellor from behind with a waistlock, and from there, Idol uses her eight-inch height advantage and considerable muscle to drive Annie into a corner, bring her out with a backward roll, and—SLAAAAM! A DEADLIFT GERMAN SUPLEX BY IDOL! What a display of power! She holds Annie down with a bridge...1! 2! NO!

But kicking out doesn’t save Annie, because Idol hangs on and quickly switches to a full nelson before snapping back with a release dragon suplex. Before Annie can even begin to recuperate, Idol grabs her by the wrist and throws her for an Irish whip. Once Annie’s in motion, Christi starts running the ropes herself, perpendicular to Annie. Realizing they’ll meet in the middle, Zellor tries for a desperate diving tackle, but Idol plants a foot to stop herself and—WHAM! Pivots into a spinning back elbow! Annie goes spinning like a helicopter blade and crashes down to the canvas! Christina stands over her to talk trash for a second or two, then starts circling Zellor like a vulture, making a tomahawk chop motion with her arm to play to all the Kansas City Chiefs fans in the crowd. And sure enough, not only do the fans join in, they sing a little something extra…

WHOOOOOOOA-OH-OHHHHHH!

BAAAAACK TO DENVER Y’ALL GOOOOO!

Over in the teams’ corners, A.J. starts cracking up, while Dom, missing the point, protests that he’s from Canada, not Denver. Meanwhile, in the ring, Idol brings Annie back to her feet, and hoists Zellor up onto her shoulders for a fireman’s carry. But the challenger isn’t going down without a fight; the elbows to the side of the head connect, allowing Annie to drop down the back of her opponent. With a rear waistlock applied, Annie runs towards the ropes for an O’Connor roll – NO! Christina holds onto the top rope, causing Zellor to roll away backwards.

She pops back up to her feet in time to see Idol running at her, and Annie catches her with a basement dropkick to the knee! It forces Christina down to one knee, and Annie is back on her feet and running against the ropes again, this time coming back with a flipping inverted neckbreaker! Idol is sent face first to the mat, but she doesn’t have time to rest as Annie backwards rolls into a seated position across Christina’s back, hooking her arms in place for a camel clutch…

Or so you would think.

The crowd know what’s coming as Annie sticks one of her fingers into her mouth, a strand of spit hanging down from the finger as she holds it in the air briefly. Idol senses the crowd’s reaction and begins panicking – but she can’t stop the wet willy! Annie performing her patented ‘You Sick Bitch’ as the fans here in Kansas City boo her profusely, even after the referee forces a break.

Christina, looking a little bit rattled and a lot more indignant, grabs Annie by the shoulder, spins her around, and—oh, damn, spits right in Zellor’s eye! The audacity! The disrespect! But after what Annie did to provoke it, there isn’t a soul in this building who can blame Christina. And they’re just as into it when Idol slaps Zellor in the face, lifts her up into the fireman’s carry again, and starts throttling her up and down with an inverted Torture Rack! Annie’s caught, and the whole Spirit Arena knows it!

Unfortunately, that includes Dom Harter, who gets in the ring and hits a lariat from behind, freeing his fiancé. That provokes A.J. Morales to get in the ring and hit Dom with a clothesline of his own, and within seconds, the match breaks down into an all-out brawl! The fans love it, but the referee forces the two teams to break it up and give each other space.

With Annie in need of some recovery time, and A.J. raring to get back in the ring, both teams soon decide to make tags. Before long, Morales and Harter are right back to locking up and throwing forearms at each other, with Harter at a seeming advantage until Morales decides to throw a curveball and kick Harter right in the hamstring. A.J. follows up with a knee to the gut, steps back out of Dom’s grip, throws a roundhouse to that left shoulder, follows immediately with a European uppercut, and right after that—POW!—Morales lands a spinning backfist to send Dom stumbling back. Once that happens, A.J. gets low, makes a three-point stance, then charges ahead and—BOOM! 94 Blitz for the second time tonight! Morales goes right into the cover...1! 2! Oooh, so close, but Dom kicks out!

Morales doubles back to lie in wait in the corner, urging Dom to get back to his feet in the center of the ring. The Tenacious Little Bastard looks a little worse for wear as A.J. runs out of the corner, taking his opponent down with a slingblade! But both men are quickly back to their feet; Harter stumbling towards the ropes as A.J. connects with a savate kick that knocks him out through the middle ropes and onto the apron.

The KC crowd starts roaring as the Iron Luchador raises his fist; he has Dom Harter reeling, and both of them know it. Harter uses the top rope to bring himself back to a vertical base on the apron as A.J. sets off against the far ropes for momentum, coming back—NO! Harter leaps over the top rope with the Cutter Boi (slingshot cutter) as he spikes Morales face first into the mat!

Both men are down momentarily as the referee begins his count out. Neither man moving by the count of four. By six they’re starting to stir, before Dom kips back to his feet in a rare display of athleticism. He starts firing up, stomping his feet, daring A.J. to stand, and hyping the crowd so convincingly that a few people bite and cheer in anticipation...only for Dom to snap right back to nonchalance, turn his back on A.J., and walk over to Annie so she can tag in. She hesitates at first, but when she sees Morales isn’t fully under his own steam, she decides it’s worth a shot. She grabs A.J. by the jaw to pull him up a bit, then kisses her fist and—POW! Pops him right in the kisser! From there, she slides down to make the cover...1! 2! No, Morales gets the shoulder up!

Annie gets a wristlock going, but rather than go to one of her infamous ripcord attacks, she sends A.J. running with an Irish whip. Zellor doubles over, looking for a back body drop...only for A.J. to skid to a halt and double over as well, making her look absolutely foolish. Annie looks up to see it, raises an eyebrow suspiciously—AND SHE EATS A BICYCLE KNEE FOR IT! A.J. follows up with a hip attack, as if to say “Yeah, I’m borrowing Emery’s moves, what you gonna do about it?”, then catches up to Annie before she can get too far out of range and lifts her up into a fireman’s carry right near the ropes. And this crowd already knows what that means…

A.J. MORALES: This bitch empty! YEET!

The crowd yells it along with A.J., but instead of his usual dump to the outside, A.J. makes sure to jam Annie down throat-first on the top rope so she can’t brace herself before—BANG! THUNK!—she hits the apron and falls out to the floor. Zellor lands in an absolute heap, coughing and gasping for air, and A.J., rather than go get her into the ring, hangs back and starts talking trash.

With an assist from Dom, who momentarily abandons his post in the Crew’s corner to help pick her up, Annie gets back to her feet and makes her way back into the ring. A.J. responds by running the ropes, leaning back so he bounces off the middle rope instead of the top one, and rebounds into his patented leaping clothesline, El DiaBlade. Annie ducks under the clothesline attempt, but A.J. is able to catch her with a side kick to the midsection before she can capitalize. Morales dives around the back and sets his opponent up for a ripcord – NO! Again, Annie ducks under the slingblade attempt and counters with a discus elbow to the side of the head.

Morales is stunned, but stays on his feet as Zellor steadies herself; she soon launches into a kick combo, peppering his legs with shoot kicks, before going higher with a side kick to the gut. Annie dives around the back and grabs hold of A.J.’s arms, spinning him around with a ripcord bicycle knee strike! But he’s still standing as Annie runs against the ropes for momentum. She has to duck under another clothesline attempt, but keeps on running and building up a head of steam before she delivers All That Glitters (satellite DDT)! Morales’s head gets spiked into the canvas, and Annie dives across to make the cover. 1…2….NO! A.J. gets the shoulder up.

But all the same, Annie senses an opportunity to put this away. She pulls him into powerbomb position, then lifts him higher, intending to (metaphorically) kill him with Kindness, the belly-to-back mat slam that’s won her so many matches before. She steps through with one leg to set it up, then the other, she’s gonna do it—NO! Morales counters out with a headscissors at the last second, keeping Idolution alive!

Annie tries to get back and grab A.J. by the legs, but he just gives her a boot to the face to stave her off, then kips up, Irish whips her into Idolution’s corner, and gives chase until—WHAM! European uppercut! He makes the tag to Christina, who starts going off with rapid-fire chops to the chest. After a few seconds of that, Christi tags A.J. back in, and he promptly goes in with a series of shoot kicks to Annie’s ribs. Tag back to Christi, who just plants her boot right on Annie’s throat and starts throttling the challenger against the pads until the referee tells Christi to stop. Idol does, then tags in A.J., but doesn’t leave the ring. Instead, she grabs him by the wrist and starts backpedaling; clearly, they have something in mind. That something materializes when Christi spins A.J. around, Irish whips him at the corner, and—CRASH!—he leaps at Annie with a Stinger splash! Annie stumbles out of the corner, and A.J. steps aside, letting Christina run up and—POW! Forearm smash to the jaw, and Zellor is down and out!

Idolution take a moment to flex for the crowd, who cheer back at them, before Christina gets out of the ring and lets A.J. handle this. And at first, it seems like he will easily, as he pulls Annie up to her feet before drilling her with a Golden Goal, the Pele kick knocking her down again. But before he can pin her, Annie somehow summons the energy to get to her knees, her face shining, eyes on the brink of tears, pleading with him to stop, begging his forgiveness.

A.J.’s jaw drops. His eyes go wide, like a massive revelation’s hitting him, and he starts staggering backwards until he’s leaning back in a neutral corner. He looks around like he’s not sure what to do...but he knows the truth. He’s studied too much game tape to not know what’s going on. She’s acting, just like he is. So he clenches his right hand into a fist, kisses the knuckle of his ring finger, runs up, and puts it away with the LIBERATOR—NO! Annie gets up and “accidentally” knees him in the groin! And since the ref wasn’t standing at an angle where he could tell it was intentional, he has to set it slide as she rolls A.J. up for a cover...1! 2! KICKOUT!

A.J. looks absolutely incensed, but Annie just gives him her most innocent smile...right up until he grabs her and starts hockey-punching. Before long, Zellor and Morales are duking it out in the center of the ring, trading forearm shots back and forth as A.J. begins to gain the upper hand. He lands a series of forearm shots, backing Annie against the ropes. He makes the tag out to his partner, Christina Idol, and Idolution have the opportunity to double team one of their challengers.

An Irish whip ensues, and Zellor is sent across the ring, coming back to a double superkick! The lights are on but nobody’s home as Annie Zellor staggers backwards, trying her hardest to stay on her feet as Morales positions himself behind the Tenacious Li’l Bitch. Idol revs up and runs against the ropes for momentum, coming back with a devastating running blockbuster—TO MORALES!

The crowd are in disbelief as Zellor, in one fluid motion, sidesteps the attack and yanks A.J. forward, causing Idol to take out her own tag team partner! Christina can’t believe it either as she stares down in horror at her fallen partner. The referee starts checking on Morales too, taking his eye off the action as Annie grabs Idol from behind and spins her around for a RIPCORD VAG PUNCH!

Idol staggers away from the low blow, but not far enough to reach safety as Annie follows up; Zellor hooks Idol’s arms and plants her face first into the mat with DOM’ED! The double arm DDT connecting as Annie looks over to where Dom is leaning over the top rope, arm outstretched, desperate for the tag. She picks herself up to her knees and dives across, making the tag! Harter enters the ring and immediately begins climbing. First to the middle rope, then all the way to the top as the crowd aren’t quite sure what to expect here…A MOONSAULT BY DOM HARTER!

Not quite perfect, but not altogether terrible! The important thing is it connects though, and Dom hooks Christina’s leg as Annie keeps an eye on Morales to make sure he’s not gonna break the fall. 1…2…3!

GRAHAM STEVENS: And your winners, by pinfall...and the NEW Seattle Pro Wrestling Tag Team Champions...DOM HARTER AND ANNIE ZELLOR! THE TENACIOUS! WRECKING! CREEEEWWWWWWW!

CHARLES HUDSON:  WOW! It’s not that far fetched considering how good of a team Dom Harter and Annie Zellor are but STILL! Morales and Idol go down!

MCKAYLA LEWIS:  I am shocked too Charles.

CHARLES HUDSON:  That was an incredible tag team match.

MCKAYLA LEWIS: I am certain this isn’t over now but it’s true folks don’t change the channel the Tenacious Wrecking Crew are the new Seattle Pro Wrestling Tag Team Champions!

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[Robert Daniels]

DURING THE BREAK...
The cameras cut to the back where Coral Rose is standing along with Lauren Daniels. They are deep in a conversation before turning to the camera. Coral smirks lightly while Lauren is smiling. Coral tilts her head a bit to the side while keeping the smirk on her face.

CORAL ROSE: I keep being asked why do I call out Amira, why did I want a shot at her title. I mentioned on twitter about importance. I mentioned Amira keeps making assumptions, and how value and importance are two different things. Amira herself even wanted to know why I wanted the match. Of course, she afterward decided to make some assumption that was false.

Coral shakes her head lightly. Lauren was also shaking her head, seeing the assumptions as well.

CORAL ROSE: You see Amira, I don’t care if you are hot right now, I don’t care to elevate myself by taking the title from you. I don’t need to do that. If I really wanted to elevate myself by winning a title, I would have told AJ Knight, let’s go talk to Robb and get me a shot at the heavyweight title, the very title I held before when he mentioned how I never got a shot after being stripped for it. Not everyone cares about what will elevate themselves, or who is hot, or not hot right now. Really though, you saying that was just one of many assumptions you made about me. Almost as funny as I go to the gym to take selfies and find guys. Pretty sure my workout videos I post show that different, along with I been in a relationship with the same guy for 2 years. Nice try though.

Coral rolls her eyes as she pauses.

“You want assumptions, go for it, but here are some facts. I was the first and only woman to hold the World Heavyweight Title. I was the first female to be in the Emerald Classic and made it to the finals. I was around when the women were only allowed to go for the Women’s Title and helped convince Robb to allow women to even face the men and go for the men titles, instead of being reduced to only a woman's title. Keep in mind, I was doing that while the other women were leaving. One last fact, I also made it further than Amira did in the NVR Women’s title tournament.”

Coral lightly licks her lips while pausing. She knew she still had more to talk about.

CORAL ROSE: All assumptions and facts aside, the reason I mentioned importance, why I wanted this match. It’s really simple, Amira may value her title, but you sure can’t tell that it’s important to her. You can’t tell that Seattle Pro is important to her. Sure she shows up and defends the title, but honestly, I forgot she was even the World Television Champion. You can tell all the other titles and matches and business she has, but when comes to Seattle Pro and World Television title, the only time you really see her mention anything is when the match is announced, and right after it airs. That isn’t importance. It’s time the title is shown importance. I’m sure though she will just laugh this off just like she did when I said it had nothing to do with elevating me. Even though I win it, I would elevate myself on my own by being the only female to hold both it and the World Heavyweight title.

Coral shrugs her shoulders lightly. She glances at Lauren before at the camera again.

CORAL ROSE: I know when I win the title, I will bring importance to it, I will show that it is just as important as the Pride title, the World Heavyweight title, and the Tag Team titles. I will do for it what I couldn’t do for the World Heavyweight Title when I held it. Unlike then, I won’t be my own worst enemy. Once I win the title, I won’t be stopping there. I have more plans that are already put into motion. Plans of pride, importance, and growth.

Coral smiles at Lauren who smiles back. Both girls nod their heads before they exit out of camera view.

[Robert Daniels]

BACKSTAGE...
Fade in. Amira Kassouri is sat on a staircase somewhere in the heart of the arena. She is wearing a black "DEAD ROSE" crop top, pleather skirt, tights and knee high boots. The World Television Championship sits in her lap as she wraps white tape round her wrists in preparation for the title match later on. She looks up at the camera with a steely expression.

AMIRA KASSOURI: Tonight, I put the World Television Championship on the line again. My opponent is Coral Rose and I know Coral can fight. This is Seattle Pro Wrestling - we don't hire scrubs. There are no easy matches. Win or lose, I've learned something from every single one of my opponents. So I don't underestimate Coral's ability between the ropes but I do question her mentality. I do question how she carries herself because from what I've seen she don't move like a champion. I know she was a "champion" but what she actually did was hold a belt. Did she bring new eyes to the product? No, she just used the platform to indulge herself and lets be honest, there isn't much there if you scratch below the surface. The girl is vapid.

She shrugs her shoulders with an air of nonchalance, eyebrows raised in mock surprise.

AMIRA KASSOURI: Despite my wacky shenanigans outside the ring, I take this business very seriously. I put my all into wrestling because it's honestly all I have. My friends, family and the whole Muslim community turned their backs on me when I decided to chase this dream. I was supposed to be a modest, dutiful housewife, not a professional wrestler. I sacrificed everything to be here and this championship makes it all worth it. Believe me, I cherish this title - my first on American soil - because it proves I belong at the highest level. That means so much to me. Coral implied otherwise and she WILL regret it. Let me explain...

She trails off to clear her throat before continuing.

AMIRA KASSOURI: Coral suggested I don't value the World Television Championship it like she would if she were champion. But I resent that because I fought hard to win this title and I've fought equally hard to retain it. I don't need to spam Twitter with constant references to my matches because my actions speak louder. What would Coral do differently as champion? Caption something about the title in her latest workout gif? Perhaps a selfie with the belt? That doesn't prove dedication. Besides, it's not like anyone pays attention except her husband. They live in an echo chamber, praising one another while the rest of us sigh. I don't need that fake kind of validation. I get all the validation I need from the World Television Championship.

With a creeping smile, she looks down at her title and it glimmers back at her.

AMIRA KASSOURI: Of course, when confronted on this trash, she backed down. But yeah, I cracked some jokes online. Perhaps it was immature but I took a glance at her social media and every third tweet is #MCM or a #WCW retweet, mixed in with some pics in her active wear. This is the woman who thinks I don't value the belt? She doesn't value herself. She doesn't value this business and I won't let someone like that become a standard bearer for Seattle Pro Wrestling again. The company deserves better - we all do. I've spilled too much blood across too many continents to let this bimbo be our champion. Nope, not happening.

AK-47 shakes her head from side to side. Now finished wrapping up her wrists, she stands upright.

AMIRA KASSOURI: Instead Coral will find out just how much I value this title...

She holds the World Television Championship up towards the camera.

AMIRA KASSOURI: Because I'll do ANYTHING to keep it.

With that snarl from the champion, the camera suddenly cuts out.

[Robert Daniels]

SEATTLE PRO WRESTLING
WORLD TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP
★★★ AMIRA KASSOURI (C) ★★★
vs
★★★ CORAL ROSE ★★★

The bell rings and it’s Coral Rose and Amira Kassouri coming together with a collar and elbow tie up. Amira goes to kick Coral, who blocks it. Coral goes to kick at Amira who in turn blocks it as well. They go back and forth a few more times trying to kick the other. Coral finally has enough, moving her hands up, grabbing Amira by her hair. Coral pulls on it, before bringing her foot up, kicking Amira in the side of her head.

Coral looks for Seduction's Thorn early but Amira ducks the spinning heel kick and takes her opponent down with a smooth legsweep. The challenger gets back up to one knee - LAPIDATION!! But no, Coral put her forearms up to block Amira's finishing kick. She instantly rises with an uppercut and Amira stumbles backwards into the ropes. Coral charges forward but Amira uses a drop toe-hold to trip her throat-first into the bottom rope. Coral lays spluttering for a moment before Amira hits a jumping stomp to the back of her head. She uses a few more kicks to roll Coral back into the center of the ring before going for the cover for 1...2...KICKOUT!

Amira is building momentum, trapping Coral against the turnbuckle and unloading with a series of kicks to the legs and mid-section. The challenger manages to catch one of Amira's flailing legs and then rocks her with an elbow to the jaw. Amira staggers a little and Coral goes for the Spin of Destruction! No! Amira showcases her incredible athleticism with a matrix evasion - ducking Coral's spinning backfist! But as Amira returns to an upright position, Coral catches her with a forearm smash to the face, then steps behind the champion - CUNT PUNT! There is a big pop of excitement from the crowd as Coral tries rolling up Amira for 1...2...ROPE BREAK!

The referee spots Amira has one leg just touching the bottom rope and so Coral is forced to break her pinfall. Coral has a hold of Amira's hair, bringing it down in a Muay Thai Clinch, and starts driving her knee into Amira's face. She drives her knee into it a few times, before knocking Amira back. Coral looks at her as she smirks.

Coral walks up to Amira, grabbing her as she drags her to the middle of the ring. Coral lifts Amira up, hitting her with a vertical suplex. Coral pulls her back up, hitting her with patented leg trap sunset flip power bomb that she calls ‘Destruction Rules’ and makes the cover for 1...2...NEARFALL!

Looking to end the match, Coral hits a rolling snapmare and then climbs to the top rope - much to the fans' delight. She calls for the Kiss from a Rose - her signature split-legged corkscrew moonsault - but Amira has her knees up as Coral lands! The challenger rolls around on the mat, clutching the side of her abdomen. With narrowed eyes, Amira stalks her opponent, waiting for her to reach one knee - LAPIDATION!! But Amira doesn't go for the cover! She looks down at her opponent with a wry smile and shakes her head from side to side... it's time for the Algerian Deathlock! Despite blindly searching around her, Coral is nowhere near the ropes and the champion is screaming for her to quit. Coral's hand quivers but with one swift motion she breaks the arm free pressing Amira against the mat whom is still trying to readjust the hold but the official counts 1...2...3!

GRAHAM STEVENS: Your winner by pin fall and NEW Seattle Pro Wrestling World Television Champion...CORAL—ROSE!

CHARLES HUDSON:  Kassouri can’t believe it! She’s in shock!

MCKAYLA LEWIS:  Coral Rose was about to submit and now she’s the new World Television Champion!

CHARLES HUDSON:  Rose can’t believe it either. She was just trying to break the hold but the official saw it and made the right call as Kassouri’s shoulders were firmly pressed against the mat.

MCKAYLA LEWIS: Amira Kassouri’s reign as World Television Champion is now over as Coral Rose is now the fourth person to be crowned the World Television Champion but I don’t expect for Amira Kassouri to wait very long before enacting her rematch clause.

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[Robert Daniels]

BACKSTAGE...
The camera cuts backstage, where DA #TROLL GUY Mariano Fernandez, already in his wrestling gear with his black leather jacket thrown upon his back, sits on an equipment crate in a deserted white wall hallway.

MARIANO FERNANDEZ: Two titles have I held here in Seattle Pro, mang, and both of them I have lost. Twice I had the opportunity of going one on one for the World Heavyweight Title, the one I was brought here to face Hammerstein for, and twice I have lost against A.J. Knight last show. Not to mention the World Tag Team Titles we held with Trixie, that now A.J. Morales and Christina Idol now proudly bear.

He sighs, somewhat resignedly, and looks away for a second, before addressing the camera again.

MARIANO FERNANDEZ: At least Morales, however, won it fair and square, and he didn't NEED to rub anything in after Trixie and I lost. But A.J. Knight couldn't RESIST, could he, chicos? He just HAD to add insult to injury by Knightfalling me AGAIN onto the Seattle Pro World Heavyweight Title. Because the Emperor forbid he acknowledge he won a match right by the skin of his teeth thanks to a lucky superkick. Because the Emperor forbid he has to look anything but the pretender he is, mang.

He shakes his head, however, as a steely look appears on his face.

MARIANO FERNANDEZ: And you know what, chicos? I've had it with Seattle Pro World Champions doing that shit. When I came to this company I endured it on the hands of Hammerstein, and now I've endured it again - but there's not going to be a third time, mang.

He slams his right fist upon his left palm, the sound producing a slight echo through the emptiness of the hallway.

MARIANO FERNANDEZ: I've also had it with this losing streak, great recovery match vs. Alexander Irvine aside. I wasn't a double champion in this company for nothing, and I REFUSE to let the name of Mariano Fernandez be forgotten after 2018. I've fought too hard, too much, and too BITTERLY in every company I have been in - and here in Seattle, it's no different. So I come into this match with some scores to settle. To pay Morales back after the World Tag Title loss - and to FINALLY capture the prize that has eluded me here so long - and might I add, to give this undeserving, worthless excuse for a Champion a MUCH deserved punishment.

This time, he nods, staring deep into the camera, as if to reach the viewer on the other side.

MARIANO FERNANDEZ: That's what's gonna happen tonight, chicos. That's what will come about after MAINSTREAM #22. Twice now have I changed the landscape of this place, and after all I have endured, and all the time I have been kept on the sidelines, it's about HIGH TIME that the people that tune in loyally to Seattle Pro Wrestling see it happening a third time.

After this, he leaps out of the crate he's sitting, landing on his two feet, and leaning into the camera, he makes a throat slash sign.

MARIANO FERNANDEZ: So both A.J.s, get ready - for tonight, this shall be your day of RECKONING.

And his words said and done, he starts walking intently onto the arena, the last sight of the camera of the name on the back of his jacket, before the camera cuts back to the ring.

[Robert Daniels]

MAIN EVENT

SEATTLE PRO WRESTLING
WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP
★★★ AJ KNIGHT (C) ★★★
vs
★★★ A.J. MORALES ★★★
vs
★★★ MARIANO FERNANDEZ ★★★
vs
★★★ SILK ★★★

As the opening bell sounds, the four wrestlers circle each other, but both Mariano and Morales glare at A.J. Knight. Manny charges forward and Knight goes for a hard left, but Mariano launches a roundhouse that sends the Heavyweight Champion reeling! On the bounce, Morales catches Knight with an elbow smash, and both challengers bring the champion down with a double DDT! They pop back up and as they do, SILK charges in and clears both men out with a huge double lariat that turns Manny and Morales inside out! AJ Knight is up first and attempts a superkick but SILK side steps it and then slaps the shit out of Knight as his hand cracks so loudly through the arena the crowd loudly cringes at how bad it must sting. Knight flies to the outside from the middle rope. SILK waits for Knight to get back up to one knee and when he does, SILK springboards off the top rope down to the outside and lands a huge crossbody that sends both men crashing into the barricade hard with AJ Knight taking the worst of it.

Morales and Fernandez are back up now as well and are exchanging a flurry of fists in the middle of the ring that has the referee’s attention. SILK gets up and tosses Knight in under the rope, he then goes under the ring and grabs a chair, sliding it into the ring, then following in behind it. Knight is up and SILK tosses the chair at him for Knight to catch which he does but he backs up into the referee. The referee turns around, backs up and starts yelling at Knight who turns around. The referee starts wrestling with him for the chair as SILK proceeds to superkick Knight in the back of the skull with the impact sending him face first into the chair, repaying him for their last match! The referee managed to avoid contact and looks down at Knight, kicking the chair out of the ring as SILK makes the cover for 1...2...KICKOUT!

Morales and Manny break it up! All four wrestlers are on their feet again, and this time Morales takes the offensive. Charging forward, he goes for a flying knee to Knight, who drops to the ground once more. Mariano goes for a hard right, but Morales is faster, and delivers one of his own! And another! SILK attempts a right hand but A.J. blocks it and drops SILK with a short arm clothesline! Morales has the upper hand and brings a staggering Mariano down with another clothesline! DA #TROLL GUY is getting up again, but Morales sees him coming and catches him out cold with the IN’ SLAYERRRRRRRRR Superkick! A.J. with the cover for 1...2...KICKOUT!

Knight breaks up the pin! Knight is now working over Fernandez over in the corner while Morales and SILK are exchanging rights and lefts. SILK manages to get the upper hand on AJ Morales, backing him down with stiff shots and then flattening him with an exploder suplex. SILK is immediately back up but instead of going back in on Morales, he charges over to Knight, spins him around off of Manny in the corner and nails such a stiff spinning back fist that spit flies high in the air and what looks to be maybe a tooth. SILK hits Manny with a hip toss out of the corner to focus in on Knight and after a few hard stomps to Knight’s chest. SILK reaches down and brings Knight to his feet, hooks AJ’s head in his arms, grabs Knight’s leg and drives him backwards with a nasty looking compact Fisherman’s DDT! Knight rolls upwards from the impact, sitting up for long enough that SILK runs in a few steps and as Knights falls backwards, SILK nails a shining wizard to the back of AJ Knight’s head showing off a sick and quick combo.

Morales kicks SILK in the stomach and runs towards the ropes. He bounces off of them and comes back looking for a sling blade but is caught by SILK and tossed back towards the ropes. Morales lands chest first on the top one and comes back towards SILK who catches AJ Morales mid air and drops him backwards down to the mat with a russian leg sweep style of move. SILK runs towards the ropes behind AJ, hits them and comes back towards the ropes in front of Morales and as he does Morales sits up but SILK comes at him with all of this momentum built up with a bicycle knee strike that cracks AJ in the jaw and loudly echoes throughout the arena.

Back to Knight and Fernandez where Manny sets the champion up for Warhammer! Knight tries to pick him out of the air with a superkick-But Fernandez catches it! He whips AJ around going for the Dovakin driver! AJ floats over behind him, looking for Holy Ouch! Manny ducks! He jumps up looking for the Hurricanrana! Knight goes for the powerbomb but Fernandez floats over! AJ turns around- Arrow to the Knee!!! Rolling Koppu kick- Dodged! AJ caught the arm- Fujiwara! Fernandez rolls out of it- Spinning wheel kick!!! He goes for the Stormcloak elbow! AJ pops up and cuts him off with a superkick! SILK tries to move in from behind with a waist lock but Knight backs SILK off with a few elbows to the chops and then drops SILK with a beautiful Pele kick out of nowhere! Manny gets back up somewhat quickly to everyone’s surprise including Knight’s. Knight comes at Fernandez with a dropkick now, and DA #TROLL GUY staggers back! Morales is back up and comes for a spinning backfist, but Knight ducks, and catches him from behind - Headlock takedown! Knight has Morales on the ground and goes for a front facelock - NO! Morales with an Inverted DDT counter! As Knight gets up, Morales goes to press the advantage, but Knight stops him cold with a haymaker to the gut, and drops him with a SWINGING NECKBREAKER! The champion goes for the cover for 1...2...NEARFALL!

Fernandez keeps the match alive with an elbow drop to the Knight’s back, breaking up the pin! One more time the four wrestlers are up. Mariano takes the offensive and takes off in a flying forearm that takes out Morales! He takes off running after landing and Knight goes for a clothesline - NO! DA #TROLL GUY DUCKS, AND CATCHES HIM WITH THE PELÉ KICK OF HIS OWN NOW! Knight drops like dead weight, SILK moves in - GADFLY WITHOUT HESITATION FROM FERNANDEZ ON SILK! Mariano goes for the cover for 1...2...KICKOUT!

A.J. Morales interrupts the count! Morales and Manny are staring each other down, Fernandez not pleased his opportunity to win was just spoiled. SILK is still down but Knight is up and sees a chance so he attempts to run at Manny who ducks and pulls down the top rope, sending Knight over the top rope and down onto the apron. With Knight dazed on the apron, leaning forward onto the ropes, A.J. and Manny look at each other and get an idea. They start running the ropes, come charging back, and...WOW! Knight takes an Arrow in the Knee from Fernandez and El DiaBlade from Morales, and the combined shots send Knight crashing down to the outside!

The Kansas City crowd breaks out into dueling chants for the Revolution and DA #TROLL GUY, who give each other a fist-bump of respect before locking up in a collar-and-elbow. From there, they start running through a series of lucha-inspired holds, escapes, and switches until Morales tries to go for a standing shiranui. Manny pushes Morales up in the air with such force that the Superchamp actually flips over in midair—wait, wha—OH MY GAWD! HURRICANRANA FROM OUTTA ABSOLUTELY NOWHERE! Morales holds Manny down for the cover for 1...2...KICKOUT!

But Manny just barely makes it, and he needs all his limbs to pull it off. Morales, meanwhile, kips up to his feet and lets off a near-immediate standing version of his Lantern’s Flight moonsault, which lands right on top of Manny for another cover for 1...2...KICKOUT!

Not surprising, considering Morales didn’t take the added height of launching that move from the top rope. Knight is to his feet and sets up a table on the outside of the ring before coming back into the ring and after Morales with a European uppercut! He falls back into the corner and the champion follows him in with a chop to the chest and a swinging neckbreaker! Knight blisters the chest of his fellow AJ with a knife edge chop! Knight whips him across the ring sternum first into the turnbuckle! He hoists Morales up looming ominously above that table. Knight climbs the ropes looking to Superplex him through it Morales fights free - Golden Goal! AJ catches himself as Morales climbs the buckle! Knight seems to realize his position as he shouts "Not again!" as Morales crushes him through the table with Meteora!

With the champion down, Morales and Mariano go at each other again! The Revolution gets the upper hand with a stiff forearm, but DA #TROLL GUY is quick to counter with a double palm strike. He follows up with a kick but Morales catches the leg - Enzuigiri by DA #TROLL GUY- NO! A.J. HAS DUCKED and puts another elbow to Mariano’s leg! Mariano staggers back and A.J. goes for a shoot kick - NO! DRAGON SCREW BY DA #TROLL GUY! Both men are up again, but so is SILK now too! Manny goes for a spinning heel kick but SILK catches him by the ankle, locking in an ankle lock quickly that has Fernandez reaching towards the ropes. AJ Morales tries to run in but SILK kicks him in the gut and nails a snap DDT while still holding onto Manny’s ankle!

Morales flies across the ring from the impact while SILK is backup and reapplies the ankle lock! In comes AJ Knight who attempts an enziguri but SILK drops Manny’s leg to duck the attempt. Knight crashes hard but gets up at the same time as Manny and both move towards SILK who is waiting as he drops to his knees and punches both men in the guts causing them to bend over, he stands back up and proceeds to hit both Manny and Knight with a double snap DDT! All three of his opponents are down as SILK stands in the middle of the ring and extends his arms outwards, smiling and winking towards a few ladies in the front row.

SILK picks up Mariano, irish whipping him towards the corner but Manny hops to the second turnbuckle and tries to springboard backwards with and elbow but SILK catches him and drops Manny with a back suplex, using Manny’s own momentum against him. SILK is backup and Morales comes from behind with a waist lock as Knight moves in from the front. SILK instead jumps up, putting his legs over Knight’s shoulders while putting his arm under Morales’ chin. SILK amazes the crowd as he hurricanrana’s AJ Knight while simultaneously hitting Morales with a float over reverse DDT! The crowd goes nuts as the haven’t seen this before while SILK scrambles to pin Morales for 1...2...BREAK!

Manny breaks up the pin! SILK gets up and shoves Manny who looks for for a moment, smirks and then shoves him back. This now leads to the two of them grabbing each other and just throwing crazy wild fists that leads them over towards the corner, then across the ropes throwing fist to another corner. Just when it seems Manny and SILK are taking each other out of the picture, Morales puts himself back in it with a jump-kick to Knight’s back who just got up and is happy while watching Manny and SILK tear each other apart. Knight turns around to admonish the Revolution for his supposed cowardice, but Morales shuts him up with a Muay Thai elbow right to the mouth. Knight tries to respond similarly, but Morales dodges and counters with a chop to the chest. When Knight tries to copy that, he ends up taking a roundhouse kick right on the side of the jaw, followed by an axe kick to bring his head low. Morales then jumps at Knight...BAM! High-angle DDT! Into the cover for 1...2...KICKOUT!

But Morales isn’t letting up! He goes right into an MMA-style ground and pound, battering Knight as the crowd cheers on every punch thrown! Morales doesn't stop until the referee gets in there and forces A.J. to break it up! As Morales gets up off of Knight, he turns around, looking to see where Manny and SILK are. SILK has taken out Manny with a bicycle knee strike, followed by a brainbuster and is one step ahead of Morales as he’s already running in to meet AJ with a huge running boot to the jaw. SILK turns him over and applies a camel clutch. Manny and Knight are back up. Knight runs in from the front and Manny from the back, both men looking to boot SILK in the head but he rolls off of Morales causing both Manny and Knight to boot each other in their guts! SILK moves back in and gives them a double Break Jaws! Both men fly backwards from the impact and SILK stands up, looking at them then playing to the crowd once more. Morales is up, comes from behind to spin him around, attempts a right hand but instead SILK grabs it into a wrist lock and flips over AJ Morales to hit him with a picture perfect SILKY Smooth DDT ! SILK crawls over to make the pin on AJ Morales while Fernandez and Knight are still down from the double Break Jaws and makes the cover for 1...2...3!

GRAHAM STEVENS: Your winner by pin fall and NEW Seattle Pro Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion...SILK!

CHARLES HUDSON:  This was perhaps the most insanely good Main Event in Mainstream history.

MCKAYLA LEWIS:  I would go as far as to say this was the best World Heavyweight Championship Match in the company’s history.

CHARLES HUDSON:  Silk has done it folks. Robb Daniels is somewhere in the back contemplating his next move.

MCKAYLA LEWIS: Congratulations to the Tenacious Wrecking Crew, Coral Rose and now Silk on winning Seattle Pro Wrestling Championships tonight! Good Night!

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