WRATH II - HOUSTON - 11/10/24

[Kevin Bombay]

Battleground Network Presents

MAINSTREAM WRESTLING PRESENTS
WRATH II
SUNDAY - 11/10/2024
TOYOTA CENTER
HOUSTON, TEXAS

MAINSTREAM WRESTLING IS LIVE FROM HOUSTON, TEXAS AND WE’RE INSIDE THE TOYOTA CENTER FOR WRATH II!

KEVIN BOMBAY (voiceover): On the Eighth Anniversary of Mainstream Wrestling we honor a man who has redefined the meaning of resilience and tenacity in professional wrestling. A grizzled veteran who has spent two decades battling inside the squared circle, Chris Madison has proven time and again that he is a force to be reckoned with.

“From the bustling streets of Long Island, New York, standing at six feet tall and weighing in at two hundred and thirty five pounds, Chris Madison has dominated every company he’s stepped into. With an impressive resume that includes being a former United States and World Heavyweight Champion, he has left an indelible mark on the wrestling world”

The video highlights Madison’s championship victories, his fierce rivalries, and the electrifying atmosphere he brings to every match.

KEVIN BOMBAY (voiceover): Fueled by an unquenchable competitive spirit and a relentless drive to find ‘the next great fight,’ Madison has consistently pushed the limits of what it means to be a champion. His legacy is not just defined by the titles he’s held but by the countless battles he’s fought, inspiring future generations of wrestlers to chase their dreams.

The video package culminates with a graphic showcasing Chris Madison’s name and the words “2024 Hall of Fame Inductee” in bold letters.

KEVIN BOMBAY (voiceover): And now, it is with great pride that we announce the featured entrant into the 2024 Hall of Fame… Chris Madison!

The crowd erupts into cheers as the video package concludes, and the spotlight shines on Kevin Bombay stepping into the ring, microphone in hand, ready to celebrate the legacy of a true wrestling icon.

KEVIN BOMBAY: Join us as we celebrate the incredible career of Chris Madison, a man who has become synonymous with excellence in this industry. Chris, your legacy lives on, and we can’t wait to see you take your rightful place among the legends of professional wrestling at the Eight Year Anniversary!

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Somewhere backstage JC Keeton sits on an equipment crate, slowly tapping a wooden hook on the ground. His hair is tied back loosely and he's dressed in his wrestling attire consisting of plain black faux leather pants and black boots. Next to him is a much larger man with sandy blonde hair, clean shaven with a strongly defined jawline dressed in green cargo pants and a gray tank top. Keeton begins to speak as he continues to tap the hook.

JC KEETON: I've been everywhere…or so it would seem. The reality is, I've only ever been contracted to three promotions in my eight year career. The other two don't deserve the breath I’d waste talking about them. They cast me out like garbage as soon as I wasn't agreeing with everything they did. I worked my ass off, I clawed and scratched to make it to the top all for nothing. I was chasing glory. All that effort should have been placed here in Mainstream because unlike those other places, and regardless of our history and differences, Robb Daniels has valued me for more than just my name.

He hops down off the crate and paces, still tapping the hook on the ground. He begins humming “Sweet Caroline".

JC KEETON: Poor sweet Caroline. Please understand that this is nothing personal. I don't know much about you but I know enough to realize that you don't deserve what's about to happen to you. I'm not going to enjoy it but it's necessary in order to validate my claims that I'm not even remotely close to the person who walked away from this place three years ago. I have to hurt you, I'm sorry. You can blame AJ Knight because I have to show him just how much danger his United States Championship reign is in.

He raises the hook, showing the black sheep head design at the point.

JC KEETON: A Shepherd's Crook, like the one in my hand, is used to herd livestock, as a walking aid in rough terrain, a tool to reach things,and in some cases a weapon. I'm the Shepherd of the Exiled. I am the black sheep herding a pack of wolves and by hook or crook I will be a champion here, a champion to represent all of the others who've been exiled like I have been.

He turns to walk away before pausing.

JC KEETON: Let's go Leo, I think some final bits of game planning for how we'll…I'll maim Carolina Clarke are in order.

The big man follows JC as we head back to ringside.

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[Kevin Bombay]

As the scene shifts backstage, the atmosphere is charged with an undeniable tension. The camera zooms in on Robb Daniels, a seasoned professional wrestler, and his wife, Lauren. They stand near a set of dimly lit lockers, their expressions revealing the weight of the conversation they are having.

Robb, his brow furrowed in frustration, paces back and forth slightly.

ROBB DANIELS: I just can't wrap my head around what he wants from me! It's Cashe we're talking about here; his motives can swing from one extreme to another! It could be anything from a challenge to a straightforward ambush!

Lauren, visibly agitated, crosses her arms tightly over her chest.

LAUREN PARKER: Exactly! That's my concern! I have no desire to be within a hundred feet of that man. He’s not just reckless; he’s toxic! I can’t stand the thought of what he might pull next—

Before she can finish her thought, Robb's keen awareness of their surroundings kicks in. He notices the camera crew capturing their heated discussion, and instinctively, he cuts her off, trying to maintain a sense of professionalism despite the underlying chaos.

ROBB DANIELS: Listen, I'll handle it. You should head back to the locker room and start getting everything ready for the match. I promise, I won’t be long. Just give me a few minutes.

Lauren's shoulders drop as she exhales a frustrated sigh, her lips forming a tight line.

LAUREN PARKER: Fine… Just be careful. *She mumbles under her breath, clearly still worried.*

With a reluctant nod, Lauren turns on her heel, walking away with a sense of resignation and concern etched across her face. Robb watches her go for a moment before shifting his focus back to the camera crew. He straightens his posture and adjusts the Tag Team Title belt that rests over his right shoulder, a symbol of his hard-fought victories and the pressure he carries.

ROBB DANIELS: Alright, let’s go see what this feral dog has up his sleeve this time…"

His voice is laced with a mix of determination and excitement, a warrior ready to face whatever chaos might come his way. With a confident stride, Robb pivots and leads the camera crew down the narrow corridor, the fluorescent lights flickering above as he takes a sharp left, heading towards the unknown challenges that await him.

[Kevin Bombay]

The camera cuts backstage where Caroline Clarke stands with a fierce determination in her eyes. She runs her fingers through her hair, shaking off the comments from JC Keeton. Dressed in her vibrant wrestling gear, she steps forward, her voice steady and powerful.

CAROLINE CLARKE: JC Keeton, I just heard your little monologue, and boy, does it reek of self-pity and misplaced bravado. You think you’re the only one who's had to claw your way back to the top? You think you’re the only one who’s faced adversity in this business? Let me remind you that this isn’t just a game for us; it’s our lives, our passion, and our opportunity to shine!

“You talk about being a 'Shepherd' for the exiled? Well, let me tell you something, JC, there’s a whole flock of us in Mainstream Wrestling—people who’ve been overlooked, underappreciated, and underestimated. We’ve fought tooth and nail to earn our place here, and that includes me!”

“You see, this match isn’t just about you and me. It’s about everyone who has put in the hard work and dedication to keep this promotion alive. It’s about all of us who’ve stuck by Mainstream Wrestling through thick and thin, waiting for our moment to prove ourselves. We deserve the chance to earn championship opportunities just as much as you do, and I’ll be damned if I let you take that away from me!”

“You think you can just waltz in here, swinging that ridiculous crook around, and take what’s mine? You couldn’t be more mistaken. I’m not just some stepping stone for your grand return; I’m Caroline Clarke, and I’m here to show you what true resilience looks like. M”

“So bring your ‘Shepherd’s Crook’ and all your bravado because I’m ready to stand my ground. You want to maim me? You’re going to have to fight a hell of a lot harder than that. I’m not going down without a fight, and I’m not letting you define my journey.”

“Come at me with everything you’ve got, JC, because I’m ready to prove that I deserve my shot at greatness just as much as anyone else. And when the dust settles, it’ll be me standing tall in that ring, not you!"

Caroline clenches her fists, determination radiating from her as she walks away, ready for the fight ahead.

[Kevin Bombay]

SINGLES MATCH
★★★ CAROLINE CLARKE ★★★
vs
★★★ JC KEETON ★★★

The bell rings, and both competitors circle each other, gauging their distance. Keeton takes the initiative, launching into a series of quick strikes. He throws a series of jabs that Clarke deftly dodges, showcasing her agility and ring awareness. The two engage in a brief exchange of holds, with Clarke attempting to gain the upper hand with a wristlock, but Keeton counters with a swift roll, breaking free.

The pace quickens as Keeton surprises Clarke with a jumping double footstomp to her chest, sending her crashing to the mat. The crowd roars in approval as he quickly transitions into a sitout crosslegged Boston Crab, applying pressure to Clarke’s back. She grimaces but manages to reach the ropes, forcing Keeton to break the hold.

Keeton nods in acknowledgment of Clarke's resilience, but he wastes no time. He whips her into the corner and follows up with a hesitation drop kick, hitting her square in the chest. Clarke stumbles out of the corner, shaken but not defeated.

As she regains her footing, Clarke retaliates with a fierce strike, landing a spinning backfist that catches Keeton off guard. She follows it up with a slingshot phenomenal forearm, sending him sprawling to the mat. The crowd erupts as Clarke goes for the cover, but Keeton kicks out at two, showcasing his determination.

Both competitors rise to their feet, visibly exhausted but fueled by the energy of the crowd. Keeton charges at Clarke, but she ducks and counters with a snapmare followed by a quick series of kicks to his back. She attempts to lift him for her finisher, the Fallen Starlet, but Keeton escapes, pushing her away.

In a moment of desperation, Clarke climbs to the top turnbuckle, looking to execute a high-risk maneuver. She leaps off, attempting a flying crossbody, but Keeton catches her in mid-air! The crowd gasps as he transitions seamlessly into a Wreck Your Neck maneuver, holding Clarke in a backbreaker before flipping her over into a bulldog choke!

Clarke struggles desperately, her face showing a mix of determination and exhaustion as the hold tightens. The referee checks on her, but she refuses to tap out. With the crowd rallying behind her, she tries to fight her way out, but Keeton maintains his grip, applying more pressure.

Finally, the combination of exhaustion and the relentless hold takes its toll, and Clarke's hand drops to the mat. The referee calls for the bell, and the crowd erupts as JC Keeton releases the hold.

GRAHAM STEVENS: Your winner by way of TOTAL KNOCKOUT…JC—KEETON!

Keeton, breathing heavily, raises his arms in triumph, soaking in the cheers of the crowd. He approaches Clarke, helping her to her feet and showing respect for her effort in the match. The two exchange a nod of mutual respect, acknowledging the fierce battle they just fought.

MCKAYLA LEWIS: What an incredible match we just witnessed, Charles! JC Keeton has made a triumphant return to Mainstream Wrestling, and what a way to do it! The intensity between him and Caroline Clarke was palpable from the very beginning.

CHARLES HUDSON: Both competitors showcased their athleticism and technical prowess. It was a back-and-forth battle that kept us on the edge of our seats. I mean, the way Keeton executed that Wreck Your Neck to secure the victory was nothing short of spectacular!

MCKAYLA LEWIS: It really was! Clarke put up an impressive fight, especially with her high-risk maneuvers. That slingshot phenomenal forearm and her attempt at the Fallen Starlet had the crowd buzzing. But in the end, it was Keeton’s experience and resilience that shone through.

CHARLES HUDSON: And you have to give credit to Clarke for her performance as well. She showed she can hang with the best, and this match will definitely elevate her status in the division. With her skills, I have no doubt we’ll see her back in the ring soon, ready to fight for that win.

MCKAYLA LEWIS: No doubt about it! This match was a perfect showcase for both competitors. JC Keeton is back, and it looks like he’s ready to reclaim his spot at the top of Mainstream Wrestling.

As the camera zooms in on Keeton, the announcer declares him the winner, marking a triumphant return to Mainstream Wrestling. The crowd buzzes with excitement, knowing they've just witnessed a thrilling contest that showcased the incredible talent of both JC Keeton and Caroline Clarke. The camera zooms out as the announcers continue discussing the match, leading into a commercial break.

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[Kevin Bombay]

The camera cuts to the backstage area, where Samantha Kinsley is standing with a microphone in hand. She spots Cartier, dressed to impress in her ring gear and designer accessories, as she prepares to make her way to the ring.

SAMANTHA KINSLEY: (approaching Cartier with a bright smile) Cartier! Can I have a word with you before your match tonight?

CARTIER: Oh, you best make it quick. I’ve got a date with the ring, and trust me, it’s going to be fabulous.

SAMANTHA KINSLEY: I wanted to get your thoughts on the ladder match from two weeks ago. It was a tough battle, and you and Bianca Reed came so close to capturing the World Tag Team Championships, but ultimately fell short.

CARTIER: Sweetheart, please. Let’s not act like that match was some kind of defining moment for me. Sure, Bianca and I gave it our all, but let’s be real—it’s not the first time I’ve had to deal with disappointment.

She flicks her hair back, a confident smile playing on her lips.

CARTIER: And honestly, can we talk about the new champions for a second? Jason Cashe and Robb Daniels? Please! They might as well be wearing clown shoes with the way they stumbled into those titles. I mean, who even takes them seriously? (she chuckles) It’s like they won a raffle or something!

SAMANTHA KINSLEY: I understand your frustration, but what’s next for you now? Are you looking to get back in the title picture?

CARTIER: Oh, I’m not worried about titles; I’m worried about making a statement. Tonight, I have Blake O’Reilly, and let me tell you, he’s about to learn a thing or two about who Cartier really is.

She leans closer to Samantha, her tone shifting to one of playful confidence.

CARTIER: t’s going to be fabulous, darling. He’s going to step into the ring with me, and when I’m done, he’ll be wishing he never showed up.

With that, Cartier flicks her hair again and struts toward the entrance ramp, her confidence and attitude on full display as she leaves Samantha standing in the backdrop, shaking her head with a mix of amusement and disbelief.

SAMANTHA KINSLEY: (calling after her) Good luck out there, Cartier!

Cartier turns around slightly, shooting a playful wink over her shoulder before continuing on her way, the camera following her as she heads to the ring for her match. The segment fades out, leaving the audience excited for what’s to come.

[Kevin Bombay]

Mainstream Wrestling comes back from the break with the camera focused on the announce team seated at their desk.

MCKAYLA LEWIS: Welcome back to Wrath II! We’ve already had a fantastic night of action thus far. For those of you that don’t know, Mainstream’s very own Bobby Larson is currently wrestling in a tour of Japan, and he has sent in a message for all of us here in the states! Let’s take a look.

The footage switches to a video that was obviously shot on a phone in portrait mode, leaving two big black bars on either side of the screen. Bobby Larson is in frame, holding the phone up looking directly into the camera.

BOBBY LARSON: Mainstream Wrestling! What’s good, fam? I just wanted to let everyone know that even though I have been more than a bit conspicuous by my absence, I am still a proud member of the Mainstream roster! I have been having a blast here in Japan, wrestling 4 nights a week, and training to get better every day! I made the choice to come here to broaden my horizons and to be exposed to a different style of training than I am used to. It’s been difficult for sure, but also a blast! I can already see an improvement in my foot work and focus.

A loud voice can be heard yelling at Bobby in Japanese.

BOBBY LARSON: I gotta get back to training, but I love and miss you guys, and I look forward to seeing you when I come back in January! Blake, we’ll get those tag belts together, brother! See you all soon!

The video abruptly cuts off, going back to the announce desk.

CHARLES HUDSON: Man, it sure is great to hear from Bobby. No doubt he’ll be coming back as a new man early next year! I can’t wait!

MCKAYLA LEWIS: We’ll see in due time. Until then, Mainstream Wrestling wishes Bobby nothing but health and success on his journey.

[Kevin Bombay]

SINGLES MATCH
★★★ CARTIER ★★★
vs
★★★ BLAKE O’REILLY ★★★

The two competitors circle each other, and Cartier quickly takes control with a series of quick strikes. She lands a few sharp kicks to O'Reilly’s midsection, keeping him on the defensive. O’Reilly responds with a quick jab, but Cartier is quick to dodge, showcasing her agility.

Cartier whips O'Reilly into the ropes, and as he rebounds, she catches him with a Staten Island Slam, sending him crashing to the mat. The crowd erupts in cheers as she goes for an early pin, but O’Reilly kicks out at two.

Determined to maintain her momentum, Cartier follows up with an Eat This Ass, planting her rear end right into O'Reilly’s face. The impact sends him staggering backward, and the crowd laughs and cheers at the audacity of the move. Cartier smirks, clearly enjoying herself in the ring.

O’Reilly, however, is not one to back down easily. He quickly recovers and counters with a series of strikes, then attempts to hook Cartier in the O-Zone, but she fights her way out, pushing him away and retaliating with a Sizzurp Kick that catches him off guard.

With O'Reilly momentarily dazed, Cartier climbs to the top rope, signaling for her Supa Dupa Fly Splash. She leaps into the air, but O'Reilly rolls out of the way at the last second, causing Cartier to crash onto the mat. The crowd gasps, concerned for her, but she quickly rolls to her feet.

The match intensifies as O'Reilly takes control, executing his signature O'Reilly Factor, spinning Cartier and driving her face into the mat. He goes for the cover, but Cartier kicks out just in time, showing her resilience.

Feeling the pressure, O'Reilly switches to a submission attempt, locking in the STF Crossface. Cartier struggles, her face showing determination as she inches closer to the ropes. With a burst of adrenaline, she manages to reach the bottom rope, forcing the break.

Both competitors rise to their feet, visibly exhausted but fueled by the crowd's energy. Cartier, sensing her opportunity, charges at O'Reilly, but he catches her with a reverse DDT attempt. She counters it, flipping out and landing on her feet.

With O'Reilly momentarily off balance, Cartier seizes the moment. She leaps into the air for her finisher, the “Eat That Ass.” O'Reilly, caught completely off guard, runs face-first into Cartier’s posterior, crashing to the mat in shock.

Cartier quickly hooks the leg for the pin, and the referee counts: one, two, three! The bell rings, and the crowd erupts in cheers as Cartier stands victorious, a triumphant smile on her face.

GRAHAM STEVENS: Your winner by pin fall is…CARTIER!

Cartier rises to her feet, soaking in the cheers of the crowd. She confidently raises her arms in victory, celebrating her win with flair. The camera zooms in on her as she struts around the ring, soaking in the moment, clearly enjoying her hard-fought victory.

MCKAYLA LEWIS: Wow! What a match we just witnessed, Charles! Cartier really brought her A-game tonight against Blake O’Reilly.

CHARLES HUDSON: It certainly was, Lou! Cartier has a unique way of turning the tables, and she showcased her incredible agility and charisma throughout the match. O’Reilly put up a solid fight, but you can’t underestimate Cartier’s creativity in the ring.

MCKAYLA LEWIS: Exactly! I mean, she had the crowd on their feet with that Supa Dupa Fly Splash! You could feel the energy in the arena every time she executed one of her signature moves. And let’s not forget the resilience she showed escaping that STF Crossface!

CHARLES HUDSON: That was a pivotal moment, McKayla. O’Reilly had her right where he wanted her, but Cartier’s determination shone through. It just goes to show you, in professional wrestling, you can never count someone out until that final bell rings.

MCKAYLA LEWIS: And speaking of the final bell, what a way to end it! That “Eat That Ass” move was not only effective, but it really highlighted Cartier’s flair for the dramatic! You can tell she loves entertaining the fans, and tonight, she delivered in spades.

CHARLES HUDSON: Cartier’s personality shines as brightly as her in-ring skills. Winning like that will definitely keep her in the spotlight and perhaps even move her up the ranks for a shot at the championship.

MCKAYLA LEWIS: No doubt about it! And you have to wonder what’s next for Blake O’Reilly after this match. He gave it his all, but tonight belonged to Cartier.

CHARLES HUDSON: O’Reilly should take this as a learning experience. He’s got the talent, and I’m sure he’ll bounce back from this defeat. But for now, all eyes are on Cartier, and she’s certainly making a statement!

MCKAYLA LEWIS: Well said, Charles! Fans, stay tuned because there’s still plenty more action to come tonight. We’ll be right back after this commercial break!

The camera zooms out as the announcers continue discussing the match's highlights, leading into a commercial break.

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[Kevin Bombay]

Backstage again, Robb Daniels is found standing on the outside of a closed door. He takes a deep breath before grabbing the handle, opening the door and stepping inside.. To a darkened room. 

ROBB DANIELS: Hello..? Cashe, you in here?

It was dark. Not just shadow covered but almost pitch black with only the light from the hallway spilling in that gives it a swirl of visibility. 

??: Close the door.. Come in.. 

ROBB DANIELS: Where is the damn light switch?

??: I broke the lights.. Just come inside, dang! 

ROBB DANIELS: Broke the lights? Yeah, this doesn't seem sketchy at all. Is that you, Cashe?

??: Just shut the door, gaaaawleee!

Leaving no doubt that it was Jason Cashe’s voice from within the darkness. Robb let out a sigh before stepping into the room and letting the door close shut behind him. Now there was no visual, no swirl of light that came in from the hallway. It was complete darkness. 

ROBB DANIELS: Now what? Can we knock off the games?

The flicker of a lighter sparks a flash of light yet a flame doesn't form. A second flicker and a bright flame is exposed as it is placed to the tip of a wick that was at the top of a candle. As the flame catches the candle’s wick, the light from it illuminates the surrounding area. You see the faint glow of Cashe holding a cupcake. 

CASHE: For you..

ROBB DANIELS: What is that, a cupcake? What's going on? This is weird..

Suddenly the lights come on in a snap and the entire locker room brightens! There was a small gathering of people, mostly paid actors and people off the streets because that's called show business. Still, Jason Cashe stood at the center of the locker room with a single cupcake held out as it burned at the candle’s tip. 

ROOM OF PEOPLE: CONGRATULATIONS!!

Confetti shot into the air as the 6-7 people shouted and celebrated! Cashe stood still. Eyes placed on Robb like the man owed him money, he was locked in on his new Tag Team Partner. 

CASHE: This is all for you, Robb!

Looking around, Robb didn't seem as sold on the celebration or really what the celebration was for. 

ROBB DANIELS: What are we celebrating exactly? 

CASHE: Our new partnership.. It's not everyday I become Tag Champs and you are who I will carry the load with. That's something to celebrate! 

ROBB DANIELS: This seems a bit much, even for you!

CASHE: Ohhh you haven't even seen the best part! Glad you didn't bring the Misses cause..

Cashe whistles and the room opens up like the red sea as two Female Midgets come out from the restroom area. They are wearing clothes that cover just enough to know a malfunction could take place. 

CASHE: Hope you brought some 1s! Or better, hope you brought a roll of quarters!

ROBB DANIELS: I’m leaving..

CASHE: Wait, wait! 

Stepping forward, Cashe hurries to reach Robb before Robb can leave. 

CASHE: At least take the cupcake.. Let me grab mine, we’ll eat them together. As a cheer of sorts! Yeah, yeah! 

Handing off the cupcake to Robb. Cashe hurries and grabs another. One of a few sitting on a tray near the small crowd of nobodies. Returning to Robb who looks ready to leave. Cashe holds up his cupcake.. 

CASHE: To us and the reign of a new era in Tag Team Wrestling!

Robb just shakes his head from side to side. The candle was already without its flame, Robb removes it and tosses it aside. They both unwrap the bottom paper. A chocolate cake with a green frosting. Cashe tags Robb’s cupcake before devouring it, getting frosting and crumbs falling from the sides of his mouth. 

CASHE: Isss goood! Try it!

He says with an open mouth chew. Sighing, Robb takes a bite. Then another until the cupcake was gone. Licking his fingers of some excess frosting, Robb seemed to enjoy it after all. 

CASHE: Now give it like.. 20 minutes and wooooo!

The look on Robb’s face was the stare of Medusa. 

ROBB DANIELS: What do you mean, woo? 20 Minutes for what? Did you put laxatives in these damn cupcakes?!

CASHE: What?! Psssh.. No! Why would I willingly eat a laxa.. Ohh okay, yeah, I probably would but I don't even like cupcakes. 

ROBB DANIELS: I can't tell! You scarfed one down like it was oxygen and you couldn't breathe!

CASHE: That's different. These are THC cupcakes.. Loaded too! These will be taking us straight past the Moon and right into Uranus! 

Nudging into Robb with a playful elbow, Cashe adds. 

CASHE: Yours not mine, let's be clear about that, ok! Hahaha! 

ROBB DANIELS: T.. H.. C..? You gave me a Pot Cupcake?!

CASHE: I offered. Nobody held you down and force fed you! Let's not get hasty! 

Scoffing and mumbling what would probably get censored by Mainstream. Robb turns around and storms out of the locker room. The two female Midget Strippers come up at both sides of Cashe and place hands on his sides wanting attention. 

Wee Stripper: Everything alright, Sugar?

Waving off his overly dramatic Tag Partner, Cashe responds to the Little Stripper. 

CASHE: Yeah, he’ll be aight.. Let's go find places to put my money!

[Kevin Bombay]

ADVISORY: IN THIS PRODUCTION ERIK HOLLAND OPENLY ADDRESSES AND ENGAGES IN PSYCHOLOGICAL SELF HARM. PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION.



As we open we see Erik Holland seated on the floor near gorilla, getting ready to walk out and lock up with Mainstream mainstay Robb Daniels. He is taping his hands up, slowly, as he looks down at his hands with not a miniscule bit of disgust.

“After I lost the title match to AJ Knight, I got to the back and immediately started berating myself. I’m my own worst enemy when I come up short in a major match, and I said some things that I haven’t said in a very long time. I’m worthless. Washed up. Useless. Better off dead. The fact I had a good match notwithstanding because I had convinced myself good matches that get thumbs up on Twitter was all I was good for anymore, and BARELY at that. I even pulled out the stupid cigarettes again lookin’ for somewhere I hadn’t decorated my skin with.

Erik throws the roll of wrist tape aside in disgust, screwing up his face.

How dare I talk to myself like that. If anybody else talked to me like that I would punch their fuckin’ lights out and I’d enjoy it and never apologize for it. How dare I treat myself so harshly. I ripped those smokes to pieces and got my ass off the pavement. Because let’s be honest–I earned the right to face AJ Knight win lose or draw. And clearly The Office, T.M., thought I did a hell of a job because now I’m going one on one with Mister Robb Daniels. A guy who is as intertwined with Mainstream Wrestling as anybody on the roster.

Erik smiles after rubbing a hand across his face, pulling himself up to a standing position almost symbolically.

Robb, you are a big damn obstacle tonight. You’ve been around this industry forever and you’re a Seattle professional wrestling legend. But the deal is that if I want another shot at the United States title which is going to be my fast track to the World Heavyweight Championship, I need to be just as impressive against you, and I damn sure need the outcome to be different. So there won’t be any kind of good feelings out there, Daniels, there won’t be a showcase for the legend where you get to get your shit in and get your hand raised. Erik Holland’s looking for a statement win in Mainstream Wrestling and that comes..

A guy with a black shirt and headset pokes his skull in, popping his eyebrows at Holland. Go time.

NOW.

Back to ringside.

[Kevin Bombay]

SINGLES MATCH
★★★ ERIK HOLLAND ★★★
vs
★★★ ROBB DANIELS ★★★

The referee signals for the match to start, and the two competitors circle each other, sizing each other up. Robb is quick to engage, using his experience to gain the upper hand early on. He starts with a European Uppercut, staggering Erik and following it up with a Snap Suplex that sends Erik crashing to the mat.

Robb maintains control, utilizing his signature moves with precision. He executes a Running Knee Drop on Erik, showcasing his strength and agility. As Erik struggles to rise, Robb doesn't let up, applying an Abdominal Stretch to wear him down.

However, Erik is no pushover. He fights back with a Drop Toe-Hold, sending Robb face-first into the mat. The crowd rallies behind Erik, cheering him on as he gains momentum. He follows up with a powerful German Suplex, which visibly shakes Robb.

Both competitors exchange blows, with Robb executing a Clothesline that sends Erik to the mat. Robb then attempts his special move, the Domino Effect, sizing Erik up and delivering a swift kick to the mid-section followed by the move's signature impact. Erik, however, rolls out of the ring just in time, avoiding the pin attempt.

Robb, frustrated but persistent, pulls Erik back into the ring, looking to finish him off. He goes for his Memory Loss submission, but Erik manages to escape, countering with a fireman’s carry lift into a modified powerslam he calls The Toxic Avenger! The crowd goes wild as Erik goes for the pin, but Robb kicks out at two.

As the match reaches its peak, both men show signs of fatigue. Robb tries to rally, hitting Erik with a Swinging Neckbreaker, but the weariness is starting to show. He becomes slightly distracted by the audience, who are chanting for Erik, and this moment of hesitation proves costly.

Erik seizes the opportunity, using his signature move, the Medicine for the Dead. He climbs to the second rope and delivers a Dragon Superplex that sends shockwaves through the arena. Robb is down, and Erik, feeling the momentum shift, climbs to the top rope.

With the crowd on their feet, Erik prepares for his finishing move, the Stain of Mind. He launches himself from the top rope with a splash that, while not the prettiest, lands with a thud that resonates throughout the arena. Robb, unable to recover in time, is pinned as Erik hooks the leg for the 1…2…3!

GRAHAM STEVENS: Your winner by pin fall is…ERIK—HOLLAND!

Erik stands tall, breathing heavily but filled with disbelief and joy, as the referee raises his hand in victory. Meanwhile, Robb Daniels rolls out of the ring, visibly frustrated and exhausted, but knowing he has been in a tough battle.

MCKAYLA LEWIS: What a night we’ve had, Charles! Erik Holland just pulled off an incredible upset against Robb Daniels, and the celebrations are already underway in the back for Jason Cashe and Robb. I mean, it’s hard to ignore the energy back there right now!

CHARLES HUDSON: You can imagine the scene—Jason Cashe, always the life of the party, probably cracking jokes and rallying everyone around. But let's talk about Robb for a second. From what I hear, he may have celebrated a bit too much earlier in the night. I mean, I don’t want to say he indulged in something that might have altered his decision-making, but... (pauses for effect) let’s just say he was a bit more relaxed than usual during that match.

MCKAYLA LEWIS: Right? There’s nothing quite like a bit of pre-match indulgence to throw off your focus! And I can only imagine how that affected his performance tonight. It definitely seemed like he was distracted at times, especially with the crowd rallying behind Erik Holland.

CHARLES HUDSON: And speaking of Erik, can we just take a moment to appreciate how amazing he looked tonight? He was on fire! His resilience and ability to counter Robb’s moves showed just how much he’s grown as a competitor. That Medicine for the Dead and the way he executed the Stain of Mind—pure gold!

MCKAYLA LEWIS: Absolutely! Erik showcased not just strength but also the kind of creativity and tenacity that you want to see in a rising star. And I have to say, his victory over a seasoned champion like Robb Daniels is going to do wonders for his career.

CHARLES HUDSON: For sure! And can you imagine the dynamic of Jason Cashe and Robb Daniels working together? It’s hilarious! I mean, those two have such contrasting styles. One's a party animal while the other is more of a methodical strategist. It’s a recipe for chaos!

MCKAYLA LEWIS: Chaos indeed! But you know what? Tonight, Erik Holland stole the show. This was his moment, and he made the most of it. I can’t wait to see where this victory takes*Charles Hudson:** (enthusiastically) Me too, McKayla! Erik’s got momentum now, and I wouldn’t be surprised to see him in the title picture soon. It’s a big win for him, and the future looks bright!

The camera pans to Erik, who celebrates with the crowd, soaking in the moment of his hard-fought win, marking a significant milestone in his career. The arena is alive with excitement, and the commentary team begins to hype up Erik’s impressive performance, noting the hard-fought battle and what this victory means for him.

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[Kevin Bombay]

The camera cuts to a backstage area where Dayna Barrett stands, her expression a mix of frustration and determination. She takes a deep breath, clearly ready, looking directly into the camera, her voice rising.

DAYNA BARRETT: You know what? I’m sick of it! I’m sick of being overlooked, disrespected, and ignored! Bianca Reed, you have made it abundantly clear over the past two weeks that you think you’re above acknowledging me, and that’s downright disrespectful!

She runs a hand through her hair, her anger palpable.

DAYNA BARRETT: We’ve had a two-week build-up to our match, and not once have you even mentioned my name in the media! Not once! You’re too busy basking in your own spotlight to recognize that you’re stepping into the ring with someone who has worked their ass off to get here!

Dayna paces back and forth, her frustration evident as she continues.

DAYNA BARRETT: It’s infuriating! I mean, look at me! I’ve got the beauty, the skill, and the passion to be a champion—yet time and time again, I see lazy competitors like you being handed opportunity after opportunity, while I’m left fighting for every inch! You drop the ball every time you’re given a chance, and it’s absolutely ridiculous!

She clenches her fists, the intensity in her eyes growing.

DAYNA BARRETT: I refuse to be held back any longer! Tonight is the night where I take the next step in my singles career and become the World Television Champion! I’m done being the underdog, and I’m done being disrespected!

Her voice raises even more, fueled by her emotions.

DAYNA BARRETT: Bianca, you may not want to acknowledge me, but trust me, you will remember my name after tonight! I’ll show you just how wrong you are to underestimate me!

With one final glare into the camera, Dayna stomps her foot angrily before turning to exit the frame, her energy and determination radiating as she heads towards the ring.

DAYNA BARRETT: (shouting as she walks away) Tonight, I’ll prove that I am and Always will be a Euphorically Awesome World Television Champion!

The camera lingers on the spot where she stood, capturing the raw intensity of her words as it transitions to the arena.

[Kevin Bombay]

The scene opens in a dimly lit room somewhere deep within the arena, the atmosphere thick with tension. A single spotlight flickers on, casting a glow that reveals Emma Douglas standing confidently in the center. Her trademark smirk stretches across her face, eyes sparkling with a blend of mischief and determination.

EMMA DOUGLAS: You know something, I’m not even mad about the attack. Why? Because I started it, and actions have consequences. I fully accept that. But in this brutal game we call professional wrestling, I learned something about ole Cory Chevelle in the process. He isn’t used to dealing with a woman like me.

She tilts her head slightly, a playful glint in her eye as she gestures with her hands.

“Cory, you’re a big, bad, brawny former Olympian with accolades that you love to parade around like a trophy. You’re so accustomed to overpowering everyone in your path that you’ve forgotten one key thing: not everyone plays by your rules. Enter me. I don’t fit well inside a neat little box. I never have. I’m the wildcard, the disruptor, the one who thrives on chaos and unpredictability. Half the things I do are on a whim, just to stir as much crap as I can.”

Emma steps closer to the camera, her tone shifting to a more serious note.

“So, if you think I’m just going to take one hit and get knocked the hell out, you’re sorely mistaken. I’m not some damsel waiting to be rescued; I’m a force of nature, and I won’t back down. You aren’t the first big meathead I’ve had to face in my career, and I doubt you’ll be the last. But let’s be clear, Cory, if you want to throw hands, I’ll gladly oblige.”

She pauses, allowing the weight of her words to sink in before continuing with a smirk.

“You don’t scare me, you don’t intimidate me. I’m a beast all of my own, and right now, you’re standing in my way. Lex Collins has something that he shouldn’t have in the first place—the World Heavyweight Championship. That title is a mockery in his hands, and it’s time to right that wrong.”

Emma’s expression turns fierce as she raises her voice, the passion evident in her words.

“But humbling you, Cory? Well, that’s just a bonus. You think you can bully me with your brute strength? You’re about to find out that I’m not just a woman in this industry—I’m a competitor, a warrior, and I’ll show you just how deep my claws can go.”

Emma throws her head back and cackles, the sound echoing in the empty room, before turning to walk off, her silhouette fading into the shadows with a promise of impending chaos.

“So, Cory, get ready. Because when we step into that ring, it won’t just be a fight; it will be a reckoning. And you’ll remember the name Emma Douglas long after the dust settles."

As her figure disappears, the camera lingers on the empty space, the air still crackling with the energy of her fierce words.

[Kevin Bombay]

MAINSTREAM WRESTLING
WORLD TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP
★★★ BIANCA REED (C) ★★★
vs
★★★ DAYNA BARRETT ★★★

As the bell rings, Dayna Barrett charges at Bianca, who sidesteps and brushes her off with a dismissive shove. This enrages Dayna, who responds with a fierce European uppercut that catches Bianca off guard. Dayna is relentless, following up with a series of aggressive moves, including a snap suplex and a running knee drop that sends Bianca reeling.

Bianca, realizing she needs to regain control, uses her agility to dodge another attack and retaliates with a well-timed drop toe-hold, sending Dayna crashing to the mat. She quickly transitions into a wristlock, trying to wear down her opponent, but Dayna powers out, showcasing her own resilience with a German suplex that leaves both women on the canvas, breathing heavily.

The match continues with Dayna showcasing her aggressive side, hitting Bianca with a sidewalk slam and a clothesline that sends the champion tumbling to the outside. Bianca, ever the tactician, uses the time to recover, but Dayna is right on her, catapulting her back into the ring. The tension in the arena builds as the audience rallies behind Dayna, fully aware of her mission to prove herself.

Bianca, however, is not one to back down easily. She counters with her signature Reed 'Em & Weep, a stunning reverse springboard frankensteiner that leaves Dayna momentarily dazed. Bianca capitalizes with a series of strikes, but her earlier disrespect has ignited a fire in Dayna, who fights back with a fireman carry followed by a brutal "Heartbreaker," the crowd erupting in cheers as she attempts to gain the upper hand.

As the match nears its conclusion, both women are visibly fatigued but determined. Bianca is on the verge of desperation, knowing she must pull out all the stops to retain her title. She climbs to the top rope, signaling for her finishing move, the Plan B—a springboard Spanish fly—but Dayna counters, pushing her off balance. The crowd gasps as Bianca narrowly avoids a disastrous fall.

Suddenly, Cartier, a rival of Dayna Barrett and ally of Bianca Reed, rushes to the ring, attempting to interfere and tilt the match in what many would believe to be Bianca’s favor. But clearly she’s looking to influence the match and cost her longtime best friend Bianca Reed the World Television Championship. Dayna, refusing to win with help from anyone, intercepts Cartier on the apron, leveling her with a powerful forearm that sends Cartier crashing to the floor.

With Cartier dealt with, Dayna turns back to find Bianca ready to strike. In a split second, Bianca catches Dayna off guard with the Cracker Jacker, a diving corkscrew stunner that leaves Dayna sprawled on the mat! The crowd gasps again as Bianca quickly makes the cover for 1...2...3!

GRAHAM STEVENS: Your winner by pin fall AND STILL Mainstream Wrestling World Television Champion…BIANCA—REED!

The referee calls for the bell, and Bianca Reed retains her Mainstream Wrestling World Television Championship, though the victory feels hollow given the circumstances. Bianca stands up, a slight smirk on her face, but the disdain she showed Dayna throughout the match lingers in the

The camera cuts back to the ring where Bianca Reed is celebrating her hard-fought victory, holding the World Television Championship high above her head. The crowd is a mix of cheers and jeers, but the atmosphere quickly shifts as Cartier slides back into the ring, her eyes locked onto Bianca.

Bianca, taken by surprise, turns around just in time to receive a stinging slap across the face from Cartier. The sound echoes throughout the arena, and the Houston fans erupt, sensing the tension between the former allies. Cartier follows up with a swift kick to Bianca's stomach, doubling her over before executing a devastating Staten Island Slam!

The crowd goes wild, witnessing the dramatic and public breakup of the Hood Ratchet tandem. Cartier stands over Bianca, gloating as she revels in the chaos she's just created.

CARTIER: You were never worthy of this title, Bianca! This is what you get for underestimating me!

With Bianca down, Cartier viciously kicks Dayna Barrett, who is trying to recover on the mat, then rolls her under the bottom rope, eliminating her from the equation. Dayna tumbles to the floor, out of sight, leaving Cartier to bask in the spotlight.

Cartier slowly climbs to the top rope, the crowd on the edge of their seats. She leaps off with a hellacious Supa Dupa Fly Splash, crashing down onto Bianca Reed, who is just pushing herself back up off one knee. The impact sends shockwaves through the arena as Cartier stands over her former friend, a wicked grin on her face.

Cartier raises the World Television Championship into the air, a taunting gesture as she drops it beside Bianca’s body, wiping her hands clean of their alliance. The chorus of boos rains down from the fans as Cartier exits the ring, leaving chaos in her wake.

The camera then cuts to the commentary team of McKayla Lewis and Charles Hudson, who are ready to recap the explosive events.

MCKAYLA LEWIS: What an incredible turn of events, Charles! Cartier completely blindsided Bianca Reed right after her victory. It’s clear she’s not done with her former partner!

CHARLES HUDSON: Cartier tried to cost Bianca the title during the match, and now she’s gone and stabbed her right in the back. This is a shocking betrayal that the fans won’t soon forget!

MCKAYLA LEWIS: And let’s not forget Dayna Barrett’s crucial role in this match. She managed to prevent Cartier from interfering, showing just how serious she was about proving herself tonight.

CHARLES HUDSON: This rivalry has taken a new turn, and I can’t wait to see how both Bianca and Cartier respond in the coming weeks. But for now, let’s take a quick break!

The camera zooms out as the commentary team wraps up, and the show fades to commercial break, leaving viewers buzzing about the shocking fallout in the ring.

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[Kevin Bombay]

Camera fades into the Mainstream Wrestling backstage interview set. The lights are dim, with a focused spotlight on #1 Daron Smythe and interviewer Samantha Kinsley seated across from him. Smythe leans forward, dressed sharply but casually, exuding confidence. Samantha, holding a microphone, introduces the interview with a warm but serious tone.

SAMANTHA KINSLEY: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, #1 Daron Smythe.

Daron nods with a slight smirk, acknowledging the introduction.

SAMANTHA KINSLEY: Daron, the last few weeks have been quite the rollercoaster for you here in MAINSTREAM Wrestling. You had a hard-fought match against Lex Collins for the World Title—one that nearly saw you crowned champion. Then, you surprised everyone by teaming up with Lex to take down Cory Chevelle and Emma Douglas. But now, Cory and Emma are getting a title opportunity while you seem to be on the outside looking in. What are your thoughts on that?

DARON SMYTHE: You know, Sam, it’s funny how things work out, isn’t it? I went toe-to-toe with the champ, Lex Collins, and it wasn’t a fluke; I pushed him to his limit. Then, we teamed up and took care of business against Cory and Emma, proving that I can hold my own in any situation. But now, somehow, I'm not in that conversation for the title shot. It's frustrating, sure, but that's the game sometimes.

SAMANTHA KINSLEY: Do you think there's a reason you were overlooked? You've already proven you're a top competitor, but maybe because you're still relatively new here, management might be hesitant?

DARON SMYTHE: Maybe. Or maybe it’s just that they don’t know who I am yet. They might see me as ‘the new guy,’ but I’ve been proving myself all over, and if it takes more time for them to recognize that, so be it. I’m willing to put in the work. That’s why I’m here—to show that I’m not just a name, I’m the name. And if that means I have to start from the ground up, challenging people like Bianca Reed for the World Television Title or AJ Knight for the United States Title, then so be it.

SAMANTHA KINSLEY: Interesting. So, you’re not just waiting for your name to get called; you’re already looking for the next opportunity. Do you have a preference? Is there a particular title—or champion—you’re eyeing right now?

DARON SMYTHE: I’m keeping my options open, Sam. Whether it’s Bianca Reed, AJ Knight, or even forming an alliance to challenge Team Madness for the Tag Team Titles, I’ll go wherever the challenge takes me. They’ve all made their marks in MAINSTREAM Wrestling, and I respect that. But let’s not forget, I’m the guy who came in and almost walked out with the biggest prize of all. They need to understand that when Daron Smythe steps into the ring, he means business.

SAMANTHA KINSLEY: Sounds like you’re ready to climb the ladder however it needs to be climbed. But, ultimately, where does that ladder lead?

DARON SMYTHE: That’s the thing, Sam. Every ladder I’ve climbed has led me to one place—the top. To me, it doesn’t matter if I’m wrestling for the Television Title, the United States Title, or teaming up for the Tag Titles. It’s all a stepping stone. The ultimate goal? It’s to be World Champion. That’s the reason I walk down that ramp, lace up my boots, and do what I do. It’s inevitable, and the only question is when—not if.

SAMANTHA KINSLEY: So, you’re saying it’s just a matter of time?

DARON SMYTHE: Exactly. My destiny here in MAINSTREAM Wrestling is like it is anywhere else I step foot. To be the World Champion. The only variable is time.

Samantha nods, sensing the intensity in Daron’s words.

SAMANTHA KINSLEY: Well, it sounds like no matter who stands across from you, be it Bianca, AJ, or anyone else, they’re in for a serious challenge. Daron, thank you for your time, and good luck with what lies ahead.

DARON SMYTHE: Thank you, Sam. And trust me—luck has nothing to do with it.

The scene fades as Daron Smythe and Samantha Kinsley exchange a handshake, leaving the impression that the journey to the top for #1 Daron Smythe is only beginning.

[Kevin Bombay]

The camera cuts to a backstage corridor, where Cromwell, looking frustrated and determined, approaches Kevin Bombay’s office. He knocks sharply on the door before barging in without waiting for a response.

CROMWELL: Bombay! I’m tired of being used sparingly! I’ve had enough of sitting on the sidelines while others get their shot. I’m here to prove to you and everyone else just how good I really am!

Kevin Bombay, seated behind his desk with a stack of papers, looks up in surprise but maintains his composure. He leans back in his chair, folding his arms with a knowing smirk.

KEVIN BOMBAY: I hear you, Cromwell. You’ve got the talent, no doubt about it. But you need to channel that energy. If you want to prove yourself tonight, then you’ve come to the right place.

Cromwell steps closer, his intensity palpable, a fire in his eyes.

CROMWELL: I’ll face off against anybody on the roster or in this building tonight. I don’t care who it is; I just want my chance!

*Bombay raises an eyebrow, intrigued by Cromwell’s assertiveness.*

KEVIN BOMBAY: Alright then, get dressed. I think I know just the opponent for you.

Just then, there’s another knock at the door. Kevin stands up and walks over to open it, revealing none other than Jason Cashe, the crowd’s favorite hometown hero. Jason walks in with a confident smile, ready to take on whatever the night has in store.

KEVIN BOMBAY: Well, ask and you shall receive. Cromwell, meet your opponent for tonight—Jason Cashe. It’s going to be a showdown you won’t want to miss. Your match is up next!

Cromwell and Jason stare each other down, tension building in the air as the anticipation for their upcoming clash sets in.

Kevin stands between them, a satisfied grin on his face as he revels in the drama unfolding.

KEVIN BOMBAY: Get ready, boys. This is going to be one for the books!

The camera zooms in on the intense expressions of Cromwell and Jason before fading to commercial break, leaving the audience buzzing with excitement for the impending match.