MAINSTREAM 32 - PORTLAND - 02/09/2020

[Robert Daniels]

Battleground Network Presents

MAINSTREAM WRESTLING 32
SUNDAY - 02/09/2020
MODA CENTER
PORTLAND, OREGON

MAINSTREAM WRESTLING IS LIVE FROM PORTLAND, OREGON FROM THE MODA CENTER...HOME OF THE PORTLAND TRAILBLAZERS!

BACKSTAGE...
Olivia Constantine oiling up Chris Constantine Junior. The light glimmers off of CCJ’s chiseled body

CHRIS CONSTANTINE JR.: I know what you’re thinking. CCJ? Why are you even attempting to win tonight’s battle royal. You suck as a wrestler. You’ll be the worst wrestler in the ring tonight. And Robb will never have you anywhere close to the World Heavyweight Championship.”

Chris gives a chuckle as his wife lathers his midsection.

CHRIS CONSTANTINE JR.: Well it’s because I have this urge now to be a pain in the ass to Robb Daniels. I want him to lose sleep at night knowing that I hold his precious title belt. I want him to dread the fact that his top title holder is the man that he once fired. I want him to watch as his empire that he created with his two hands crumble in front of him as I take Mainstream and ram it headfirst into a brick wall. I want to see his face as I take his Title and hand it over to Perry Wallace. I want to see him foaming at the mouth as I let Redd Thunder use the title to wipe his ass with it. I want Robb to suffer, jus like he made me suffer for months now. So tonight I will cheat. I will backstab. I will do everything in my power to win and face Manny for the title because my hatred to you Robb is to the bone.

Tossing the baby oil onto a nearby table, Olivia stands by her man as Chris finishes up the segment.

CHRIS CONSTANTINE JR.: So Robb, enjoy your little empire while you still can because it will be rubble before you know it and I, Your True 2019 Wrestler of the Year will continue to prove all the critics wrong when they voted for that egotistical man whore named Silk.

Chris let’s out an evil laugh as he walks past the camera.

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[Robert Daniels]

DURING THE BREAK...
Kassie was sitting pretty in the locker room, decked out in his full ring regalia, from the 'battle skirt' to the matching black top. Her boots, her socks, the boxing tape she was currently wrapping around her hands and forearms to make sure everything was nice and tight, the only bit of color that she wore as a rainbow flag themed handkerchief that was 'tucked' into the side of her bottoms. She looked intent, she looked serious, focusing on the task at hand.

KASSIE MAXWELL: My entire life, I've had to fight. For acknowledgement, for respect, for love. All of it, it's been one fight for me. My parents didn't understand why I wanted to wrestle, why I, in their eyes, chose to be a lesbian. They were decent people, and they did right by me as far as parenting goes, but in the end, they failed to understand me. They failed to understand why I chose to fight. My mentor understood, my friends understood, and that in and of itself is a family that's as legitimate as the one designated to you by blood.

Pausing, she bit at the tape, tearing it before laying it into place.

KASSIE MAXWELL: So, I forged a family out of blood, out of fighting. I imagine that's how a lot of the clans that ruled my homeland gathered together. Likeminded people with a willingness to band together.

Glancing up at the camera finally, she forced a brief grin to her face.

KASSIE MAXWELL: But this Lowlander's alone tonight, isn't she? Kassie Maxwell, The Limitless Lowlander, the dumb hoofer from Glasgow's here alone, without an ally in the world to back her up. That's fine too, that's what I'm used to. I dominated in LCW by myself. I dominated in Limitless by myself until family was forged from the bonds I built there. I dominate, period, and Mainstream? It won't be different for me. So, get ready, all of you, to get proper hoofed in your mouths.

Winking, she went back to getting ready as the camera faded to black.

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[Robert Daniels]

BACKSTAGE...
Coral Rose is standing in her locker room looking in the mirror. She was ready for the Pinnacle Battle Royal. She smirks as she keeps looking in the mirror, not moving from her spot.

CORAL ROSE: I see you guys have decided to grace the Queen of Mainstream with your presence. Welcome. It is nice to see you guys. I am sure you are looking to get some answers from me. Thing is, I'm not looking to give them to you. This tonight has nothing to do with the fun I have been having. Tonight has to do with the Pinnacle Battle Royal.

She turns slightly, but still can be looking into the mirror.

CORAL ROSE: Tonight I enter the Pinnacle Battle Royal and show that I'm not fake, show that I am serious about this business. Tonight I stop the fun and games. I go back to how I once was, all about winning, and gaining what I deserve. Tonight I show why Lauren Parker-Daniels at one time called me the Queen and got it all started.

She pauses as she lightly licks her lips.

CORAL ROSE: I once won the World Heavyweight Title, I know I can win it again and show why I am not one to discredit. I am ready to show why I was one of the top wrestlers here. It's time to show people the confident Coral, the Queen. It's time to take my rightful place. It all starts tonight when I enter and win the Pinnacle Battle Royal.

She smiles lightly.

CORAL ROSE: Once I win it, I will go on and take back when I lost once because of myself. It will be time for me to show I can hold the title with pride and confidence. It will be my time to correct the past like I should have done plenty of times already. Doubt me, you will see how wrong you are.

Coral keeps smiling, before turning around to face the camera.

CORAL ROSE: All the fun and games end tonight, it's time to focus on the future of a Queen.

Coral doesn't say anything but keeps smiling. She soon walks off-camera as it fades out.

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[Robert Daniels]

BACKSTAGE...
Cameras switch backstage to show a long hallway. Doors leading to various rooms line each side of the hall but only one of them sits open. Entering through the doorway, it was completely dark except for a pair of eyes lifting up from a corner of the room.

JASON CASHE: Most people today, fan or competitor offer up opinions on this business as if they know the best moves to make for every decision or potential outcome. When a fan favorite turns against the people, attacks someone else labeled as a 'face' and you will hear the rain of disapproval for their actions. My career, my time competing and living life in front of cameras or in the public eye has been riddled with decisions hated by many. Words I've said, actions I have made. Hated and debated for years as a menace but still, I've risen.

Within the darkness, his shadow casts a lighter presence as his movements from sitting on the floor in a corner of the room rise to a stand. He steps out from the corner but his face covered in a layer of shadow. You could see that it was Jason Cashe.

JASON CASHE: Sitting in the dark, I've had time to think. To be my biggest critic and argue why I don't deserve to have success but I have had plenty. Opinions might say I am past my prime. That the days of being the IT in this bITch are behind my like the success I have had. They will say that I can never return to that success and that I have been lucky to see even the little success I have had with the Television Title. I agree with the doubts and disbelief. Still the plan is to rise.

Through the darkness of the room, his arm lifts into the air. His fist clenched tight in a fist. The fist lowers and rests against his chest as it unclenches and turns into an open palm. The lights flick on, Cashe snaps a glare passed the camera to see a Production Member peeking into the room.

JASON CASHE: Yeeeoooo! I'm working here fool!

PRODUCTION GUY: Chris Constantine isn't here by chance?

JASON CASHE: Nope, just a white dude with a shotgun mindset looking to set a statement. Do you see him bloody and on the floor?

PRODUCTION GUY: Umm.. No?

JASON CASHE: That's the only way he would be here with me. Why? What you need with that soft marshmallow?

PRODUCTION GUY: The bleacher is here...

JASON CASHE: The whaaa?!"

PRODUCTION GUY: You've never had a bleach job? Everyone gets bleached these days.

JASON CASHE: His hair or his butthole?! Don't tell me, I don't wanna know.. Ehh.. Who else misses Jack Tillman?

PRODUCTION GUY: Want the lights off again?

Not verbally answering, Cashe shakes his head no. The guy leaves. Cashe shrugs as he looks back to the camera. Now in the light and again alone, Cashe is in his ring gear. The TV Title nearby draped over the back of a folding chair. Cashe had his beard combed but the hair on his head was getting length to it again. A homeless caveman in full appearance once more and he got back to his direction of having a camera present.

JASON CASHE: I just don't fit into the mold anymore.. I don't keep up with the trends of the common zombie and I can't remember a time I was happy doing so in the past. So often enough, I have lived my life and career going against the odds. Being what people don't want or expect to be seen passing the finish line first. Like I'm busting off like Jim from American Pie, I get off first because I don't spend time doing that extra sh*t that too many folks fall in line with doing just to fit in. Those fans don't cheer me because I am what everyone else is and represents. There isn't enough of the cloth I'm cut from for too many others to be cut from it. I'm the blunt that you don't want giving you any real attention because my mindset is criminal and that means I'm quick to think about the quickest way inside your personal space at places you go to feel peace and quiet.

Pausing only to reach for his Television Championship sitting over the back of the chair. Cashe places it over his shoulder.

JASON CASHE: The Uneducated Education of what I can do to someone in or out of the ring. Backstreets or where they lay their heads, I survive and feed. I live like an animal and my approach has fangs. Some of you Ucks will mention my failures and shortcomings but where I've misstepped, I have since found footing. Here in Mainstream, dropping the spread of butter I was putting on myself is done. I put the stream in Mainstream because if you are in my line of sight, I will continue to piss on you as you lay at my feet. That's not me being a bad guy, that is just me finding the means to stay ahead in a sport of competition. We are NOT here to make friends so the things I say shouldn't break you but give me the opportunity to place paws and claws on you and that could be what snaps you into pieces. I will rise like I stand seven foot tall in a room full of midgets. I'm on one right now, forgive me.

A pace builds as he walks left a few steps and cuts back to the right. Staying on the pace, Cashe stares down at the floor briefly.

JASON CASHE: Tonight has me feeling evil intent. I am going to compete in the Pinnacle Battle Royal for the opportunity to challenge for the Mainstream World Heavyweight Championship! Woooo! It has me feeling like a loaded gun and this here is just some target practice. I'm sharpshooting and tonight, everyone better empty a clip before I locked eyes on my primary target which is to stand above all others. The referee with no other option but to lift my arm and raise my hand in victory! That means every known and unknown entry in the Royale with Cheese will have to feel the failure that critics, doubters and haters alike wish on me. Tonight is my night and I'd say to take it from me or stop me from taking it. Folks won't want it or like it but how I'm feeling right now, it'd be dumb not to have me as the Pick for Pinnacle so place your bets and Cash Out with Cashe cause I'm Cashing in on the night's jackpot! Watch me show up and show out and see others glaring in the ring from the ringside floors. They going over but when all is said and done, the DiOGee is the one that will be standing over the rest!

Shoving the camera aside as he has done before, Jason Cashe leaves the locker room.

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[Robert Daniels]

The crowd is buzzing as the camera pans around. Fans are seen trying to get their home made signs seen by the cameraman. Suddenly "DNA" by Kendrick Lamar blares over the speakers as Bryan Ford comes strolling out onto the stage, twirling his microphone as a sea of boos fill the arena.

Bryan remains on the stage as he raises his United States Championship high in the air and then rests it on his shoulder. A big smirk is on his face as he begins to speak.

BRYAN FORD: Hey how about you all pipe down because someone who's actually important has something important to say.

This receives even more negative feedback from the crowd as Bryan shakes his head waiting a moment for the noise to die down.

BRYAN FORD: Shut up when I'm talking you damn parasites!

Again a wave of boos, but Ford carries on.

BRYAN FORD: So it's come to my attention...that tonight is going to be a little Battle Royal...and this battle royal is going to determine a new contender for the World Championship. I know what you're thinking...

“Well Bryan...you already have the United States Championship... surely this means you're ineligible to participate...but worry not my adoring fans...The Innovator of Greatness will indeed be a part of this match.”

Bryan is all smiles as the crowd makes it clear they want him nowhere near the battle royal.

BRYAN FORD: You see because as the face of the United States...and Mainstream's One True Champion...I owe it to the company and myself to add legitimacy to this Battle Royal. Let's be absolutely honest with ourselves here... I'm the newcomer of the Year people. I have put on Five Star matches since day one and the one that mattered was against Chris Constantine Jr. And that's what got me this here title like I said I would. Then I shut down Dom Harter's ass like I said I would—

“...and now your United States Champion is saying that I'm walking out of the Battle Royal the winner and the Number One Contender for the World Heavyweight Championship.”

Bryan stares at his United States Championship for a moment and then looks directly into the camera.

BRYAN FORD: ...and then I'm going to beat whoever has the strap...and finally provide to that title's division and more importantly to this company what it has been lacking before making the smartest move in signing Bryan Ford! I'm going to provide it with a Top Tier Talent as Champion.

“I don't care if it's Mariano still holding it...or one of those idiots who felt a need to insert themselves in the spotlight last show...the end result will be Bryan Ford as your World Heavyweight Champion...and I'll do anything...to make sure that's a reality...line em up...and I'll knock em down! Welcome to the Bryan—Ford—Show!"

Ford drops the mic and raises his title again into the air as "DNA" plays loud before turning and leaving the stage.

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[Robert Daniels]

EARLIER TONIGHT...
Cartier stands in front of a MAINSTREAM banner to say her piece. She walks back and forth in front of the banner with big hoop earrings and bangle bracelets jangling on her all the way, accessorizing her dark purple business suit and heels.

CARTIER: Listen up. Y'all wanna know why I think I can win the Pinnacle Battle Royal? Why not only can I win it but also go on to win the Mainstream Championship after the fact? Simple. Since my debut here, the only thing that's been in my way, the only thing that's been able to slow me down, is unwelcome, unexpected interference durin' my matches. In a battle royal, I got it covered. I already know I gotta have my head on swivel. I already know I gotta be ready for attacks from 360 degrees. I already know it's everyone for themself. It's a street fight. A war. An' ain't nobody more ready to go to war in Mainstream than yours truly.

Cartier pushes hair back on the side of her head using her long fingernails to comb it out of the way.

CARTIER: This my chance to make a real impact in Mainstream. Make my mark here as a relative newcomer. Y'all already know SILK, y'all know what we been as a team, but y'all ain't never really got to see me close up 'til now. This a statement of intent for petty ass bitches like Lara Bratton an' Coral Rose. A opportunity to put my foot down an' show I'm more than they can all handle when it's a even playin' field. An' when it's all said an' done? When I'm the last bitch standin' in that ring at the end of the Pinnacle Battle Royal? I'mma take that moment an' take it all the way to the top wit' Manny Fernandez, who already knows I can beat him.

She stops pacing, standing centered in front of the MAINSTREAM banner with her hands on her hips.

CARTIER: This is Mainstream's official notice. There's a new bad bitch in town, an' anyone wit' gold in they possession is on my radar. Jason Cashe, you at the front of the line in my opinion wit' all that shit you always talk about wantin' to get in my britches. Bryan Ford? AJ Knight? James Edwards? Y'all just settle down an' wait for when me or me an' SILK decide to turn to focus on y'all. For the time bein' it's all about the Pinnacle Battle Royal, an' Many Fernandez. Yo Manny...

Cartier smirks and winks at the camera.

CARTIER: Miss me?

Cartier walks off, and the scene around her fades out to black.

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[Robert Daniels]

BACKSTAGE...
Riel Buchanan steps out of Eli's locker room and addresses the camera.

RIEL BUCHANAN: Everyone wants to ask Eli and I about his World Title match with Manny and how Jimmy Pagan blatantly cost my brother the championship, but we'll deal with Mr. "Sin Eater" another day. Tonight though, it's all about the Pinnacle Battle Royal and the opportunity for the winner to name his or her shot at a World Title Match.

“Now I know many of you are probably wondering what makes us feel Eli has a chance of winning the this match. Many of you are probably wondering if my brother's confidence might be shot after what happened to him in his last match. Nothing could be further from the truth. In reality, having the World Title stolen from him yet again has only fueled the rage inside of Eli F'N Buchanan. Ever since his return this past summer, my brother has been on a rampage destroying everyone in his path until Pagan screwed him out of the World Title. If you thought what he did to those rookies last summer was too much and cringed when he nearly tore Trixie's arm off last month, you haven't seen anything yet. Tonight the true rampage begins and my brother earns himself yet another nickname, the Juggernaut of Mainstream Wrestling, as he runs over everyone in front of him on his way to winning the Pinnacle Battle Royal. I warned everyone of you out there that no one is safe when a dragon is on the rampage, tonight you will witness it first hand!”

Riel turns around and reaches for the locker room door. He stops and turns back around.

RIEL BUCHANAN: ...and Jimmy, if you decide you want to stick your nose in my brother's business again here's a fair warning. You stole from the dragon once already and survived to tell the tale, next time you try it there won't be enough left of you to fill an urn.

Riel grabs the door handle, opens it and walks into the locker room, slamming the door shut behind him.

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[Robert Daniels]

BACKSTAGE...
Robb Daniels is seen in his office sitting down with a new signee wrestler. It would appear the two were discussing the terms of a potential contract before the door swings open, much to the displeasure of the fans watching in the arena, Bryan Ford stands in the doorway with his United States Championship resting on his left shoulder.

Ford gives a look at the potential new talent and shakes his head.

BRYAN FORD: Beat it kid...

The wrestler gives Daniels a concerned look then looks back at Bryan feeling the intimidation as he stands up going out in the hallway to wait.

Ford closes the door as he sits right on Robb's desk cutting him off before he can get a word out.

BRYAN FORD: Listen Robb. You know what—don't even say it...I forgive you. I forgive you for not thanking me yet. Ya know...for the boost in ratings, the Five star performances in ring—for being a top Tier talent and champion. Lord knows you needed it.

“I feel a celebration is in order honestly. You're looking at the only Champion you have that matters now. I mean let's face facts...do we really wanna see Jason Cashe's mug every show?”

“I mean the tag champions? No fuego when they come on the screen...and your World Champion... he's...okay I guess...but now you got a whole bunch of entitled punks trying to run the show by inserting themselves where they don't belong!”

“Meanwhile—I just go out and shine like the star I am and honestly I feel there should be more appreciation towards me Robb. I handled your CCJ problem and have brought relevancy to the United Stated Championship! Hell—I deserve my own holiday all things considered I am thankful to be included in the Pinnacle Battle Royal...it is the perfect thank you for your hottest talent and ‘Newcomer of the Year’! I have my sights set on both Rookie and Wrestler of the Year for 2020.”

“With my resume I’m already ‘Hall of Fame’ caliber and I’m not even in my thirties! Robb I just think that—“

Daniels is quick to cut Ford's rambling off with a raise of his hand.

ROBB DANIELS: Are you high? No, seriously are you high on drugs?

Daniels stand and stares a hole through Bryan Ford as he looks back at Daniels with a confused look on his face.

ROBB DANIELS: Who the heck do you think you are busting in my office and interrupting me? You know what it doesn’t even matter because you’re lucky the entry order isn’t already decided or else I would have placed you at number one for the stunt you just pulled. Completely disrespectful.

Daniels points to the doorway wanting Ford to exit his office.

BRYAN FORD: See this is exactly what I mean Robb...you do t appreciate everything I’ve done for you.

ROBB DANIELS: You beat Chris Constantine Jr. for the United States Championship. Big whoop. I beat him the week before you. I beat him for the UWL World Championship. I rehired him because I saw something marketable in him. I know what I’m doing but you don’t know when to keep your mouth shut!

BRYAN FORD: What more do you want from me boss? Do I have to go out and win the Pinnacle Battle Royal to put my fate in my own hands? Is that it?

ROBB DANIELS: Handle your business in the ring is all I’m saying. You do you but this beating on my door and interrupting me isn’t going to get you far...you better worry about going out there and winning the title shot tonight because I’ll be paying close attention. Individuals Performance tonight will lead to title shots in every division. If you don’t win after all this high expectations you’ve lead me to believe then you’ll move to the back of the line.

Ford is escorted out of the office by the backstage producer letting him know it’s time for his match.

ROBB DANIELS: Good luck out there tonight...

Daniels sits back down in his chair. Turns on the television and begins taking notes.

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[Robert Daniels]

MAINSTREAM WRESTLING
2020 PINNACLE BATTLE ROYAL

1. EVERY 2 MINUTES ANOTHER WRESTLER ENTERS THE MATCH AT RANDOM DRAW UNTIL ALL 15 MEN AND WOMEN HAVE ENTERED.

2. TO BE ELIMINATED YOU MUST BE THROWN OVER THE TOP ROPE AND BOTH FEET MUST TOUCH THE FLOOR.

3. WINNER WILL RECEIVE A SHOT AGAINST FOR THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP. THE WINNER OF THIS BOUT WILL BE ABLE TO SELECT THE EVENT AND TIME THE MATCH WILL TAKE PLACE.

#1. CHRIS CONSTANTINE JR.

The arena lights dim as Unheavenly Creatures begins to play throughout the arena. The crowd boos as Chris Constantine Jr. makes his way out with a cocky grin on his face as he escorts his wife, Olivia Constantine, out with him. Stopping at the top of the ramp, Chris bends over to his safe and motions for her to kiss him on the cheek. She smiles and obliges as she plants her lips on his cheek. Chris has an even bigger grin now as the two make their way down to the ring.

GRAHAM STEVENS: This is the 2020 Pinnacle Battle Royal where the winner will receive a World Heavyweight Championship opportunity in the future. Introducing first from Chicago, Illinois! Making his way down to the ring at this time accompanied by his wife, Olivia. He is American Made...CHRIS...CONSTANTINE—JR!

Standing on the ring apron, Olivia holds the middle rope open for Chris. Entering the ring, Chris holds the bottom rope open for Olivia to step into. Standing in the middle of the ring, Chris extends his arms out to show off his robe. Olivia gets on her knees in front of Chris and starts to untie the robe. Chris looks at the fans and can only grin as Olivia slowly and sexually takes the robe off. Olivia takes the robe and makes her way out of the ring as Chris stands at a ring corner and starts to talk trash to some of the fans outside of the ring.

#2. ELIZA GAROU

“Everybody Dies” by Ayreon begins to play throughout the arena as the Portland fans are in shock! Eliza Garou appears at the top of the stage excited for her Mainstream Wrestling debut!

GRAHAM STEVENS: Now making her way to the ring representing Sinister Wrestling! She is the ‘FLAIRWOLF’...ELIZA—GAROU!

Garou slowly walks down to the ring and slides into the ring removing her jacket and checking her wrist tape prior to the match.

The bell rings and the Pinnacle Battle Royal is now underway! Chris Constantine Jr. and Eliza Garou come together with a collar and elbow tie up with Constantine Jr. sweeping behind her and delivers a shoulder block to the back of Garou’s leg! Constantine looks to apply the Red White and Tap Out Figure Four Lock but stops. Instead he applies the Paradise Lock on Garou instead. Set up in the corner of the ring, Constantine takes a breather and sits on the back of Garou who’s struggling to get out of the hold. Leaning his head against the turnbuckle, Constantine relaxes as he mocks his opponent to the dismay of the Portland fans.

Constantine releases the submission on Eliza Garou. While Constantine Jr. tries to eliminate Garou but it doesn’t work as Chris looks away soon and she rolls back in under the bottom rope. Holding his back, Constantine Jr. laugh and then realizes he was unsuccessful in the elimination of Garou. Constantine Jr. is caught by surprise as Garou looks to toss him from the ring. Chris grabs hold of the ropes though and holds on tight as Eliza Garou tries to rip Constantine off the ropes and send him tumbling to the outside. Luckily for Constantine, Olivia makes her way over and with a bottle of Perfume and sprays the Mainstream Wrestling newcomer. Garou backs off slightly blinded as Constantine is safe from being eliminated.

Constantine Jr. grabs Eliza Garou temporarily blinded by the perfume as she walks right into a turning spine buster by the former United States Champion! Constantine Jr. lifts Garou by the back of her head and with little effort dumps her over the top rope and to the floor eliminating her from the battle royal!

ELIZA GAROU ELIMINATED BY CHRIS CONSTANTINE JR.

#3. SILK

The lights dim with Silk returning with no music but he’s lead to the ring by the roaring Portland, Oregon fans! He struts down to the ring with a very serious look on his face as Chris Constantine Jr. is in shock and awaits his worst nightmare inside the ring.

GRAHAM STEVENS: Now introducing from Atlanta, Georgia! He is...SILK!

Silk wastes no time as he rushes the ring and comes nose to nose with Chris Constantine Jr.

Silk shoves Constantine Jr. who immediately comes back with a slap across the face of Silk! Silks head turns as he continues to look down at the mat holding to his jaw. He slowly turns his attention back to Constantine Jr. who knows he’s made a mistake. Silk grabs Constantine Jr by the head with both hands and knees him in the stomach and follows up with a spinning back fist to the face!

Constantine Jr. stumbles backwards but it’s Silk still on the offensive! He lifts him and Silk goes for the Silky Smooth! Constantine Jr. slides out and drops to his hands and knees while begging Silk for mercy. He looks over at Olivia and tells her to pull out a $20. Going through her purse she quickly pulls one out and hands it to Constantine who hands it over to Silk. But they aren’t satisfied.

Chris sees this and tells Olivia to pull out a $50 dollar bill. She goes through her purse and hands Constantine a $50 dollar bill. Snapping the 50 dollar bill in front of Silk, Chris plants the $50 in his hand.But Silk still isn’t happy. Chris sees this and tells Olivia to pull out a $100 dollar bill. She quickly hands Chris the $100 dollar bill who hands it over to Silk, but not before Chris demands that Silk throws himself over the top rope and get self eliminates. Silk isn’t happy about this as they try to make an argument, but Chris cuts off with an attempted poke to the eye but it’s Silk who blocks the poke and he grabs the wrist of Constantine Jr and levels him with a clothesline that eliminates him from the battle royal!

CHRIS CONSTANTINE JR. ELIMINATED BY SILK

Silk grabs all the cash laying on the match and shoves it down his trucks before exiting the ring over the top rope and down to the floor eliminating himself from the match as he looks to continue the fight with Constantine Jr. up the aisle and to the back.

SILK ELIMINATED BY HIMSELF

#4. A.J. MORALES

The opening breakdown of "King of Amarillo" by Issues hits the PA, getting a loud, immediate response of cheers from the crowd. The lighting near the entrance turns gold, vapor starts hissing out of the fog machines, and A.J. Morales' highlight reel starts to play on the 'Tron. The Revolution himself emerges from behind the curtain, headbanging along and playing air guitar. He keeps this up until the first verse comes in, at which point he walks out into the aisle way giving fist bumps and high-fives to anyone in the crowd who reaches towards him.

GRAHAM STEVENS: Now introducing from San Francisco, California! He is the REVOLUTION! A.J.—MORALES!

A.J. MORALES: What does the Mainstream World Heavyweight Championship mean to me?

Everybody knows that California accent as soon as they hear it. All A.J. Morales has to do is walk in front of the camera to confirm it.

A.J. MORALES: In a word? Everything.

A.J. pauses for a few moments, leaving space for the live crowd to cheer for him.

A.J. MORALES: Don’t get me wrong—when I look at my resume in this company, I have a lot to be proud of. I’m the only person to hold the United States Championship twice. On the second reign, I made more defenses of it than anyone else ever had before, including one right here against Ryan Henderson. When I teamed with Christina Idol, we brought down the greatest Tag Team Champions in this company up to that point, and we got to call ourselves the champs of two places at the same time. I named the Pride Grand Prix, then won the damn thing. I hit a Diamond Killer so powerful, it turned Seattle Pro into Mainstream Wrestling.

He looks away from the camera for a second and lets out a sharp exhale, wondering if he should have said that, but the crowd doesn’t seem to mind. It probably helps that he’s wearing a licensed Mainstream track jacket right now.

A.J. MORALES: But there’s an accolade I’ve been chasing longer than anything else in this company, and it’s evaded me every time I’ve gone after it. Two years ago, it was the first world title I ever got a shot at. Last year, it was the second prize of the Kansas City doubleheader that went so wrong and set me on course to do what I did for the next few months. I’ve entered two of these Pinnacle Battle Royales and come up short—last year, I was the first guy in and ended up with the bronze. I’ve entered two Emerald City Classics and gotten stopped in the semifinals both times.

A.J. cuts himself off and looks away from the camera, not wanting this rumination on his failures to hit a boiling point. He stretches his arms and cracks his elbows, revealing more of the rose-covered X Japan T-shirt.

A.J. MORALES: So Portland, I don’t mean to sound bitter, but uh...this albatross around my neck’s getting old. And I’m gonna need all mi gente out there more than ever, because my 2020 vision is laser-focused on that World Heavyweight Championship, and I don’t care who I have to go through to get it. So I’m gonna step into this Pinnacle and go through everybody.

A.J. is noticeable becoming more anxious and harder to contain his true feelings as he gets caught up in his own words...

A.J. MORALES: It really is that simple, man—I win that world title, and the monkey’s off my back. I win that world title, and I become Mainstream’s newest Triple Crown Champion. I win that world title, and it’ll prove, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I’m the greatest luchador to ever step foot in this company. So everybody I might face tonight? Y’all better brace yourselves, because the road to a Worldwide Revolution starts tonight, and I’m running over anyone that stands in my way.

He lets the words sink in, and the silence hang...then, without warning, he kisses the right knuckle of his ring finger, runs up to the camera, and—POW! Morales blows by the cameraman and it lands pointing straight up at the sky. A.J. slides into the ring as the counter begins again for the next entrant.

#5. JIMMY PAGAN

“Devil in I” by Slipknot plays, as the lights in the arena seemingly begin to malfunction. The arena fills with black smoke, as the music begins to slow down. Through the bottom of the stage, with the smoke and sporadic lighting, Jimmy Pagan slowly rises to the top. He stands there menacingly, as the chorus approaches.

GRAHAM STEVENS: Now introducing from Beverly Kills, California! He is...JIMMY PAGAN!

When the music picks back up again, the “less” Jimmy Pagan bursts to life. He charges to barricades, terrifying some of the fans as he makes his way down to the ring. The music slowls down again, as he too, starts moving corpse like, as he slowly enters the ring. He hangs himself in the tree of woe, and spreads his arms out looking at Morales from across the ring.

Jimmy Pagan stalks his prey as he circles the ring. Meanwhile Morales is in high gear moving quickly with a blindside flying knee, knocking Pagan off-balance. Morales and Pagan start trading hockey punches, and Pagan seems to get the upper hand, but when Pagan Irish whips Morales away and gets low for the back body drop, A.J. just jumps at the right time and—BAM! Spikes ‘em with a satellite DDT!

A.J. tries to score the elimination right then and there, but he can’t get Pagan to go over the top rope, and the two start hockey-punching again. The brawl takes them from one side of the ring to the other. Finally, they reach the other side, and Pagan presses Morales right up to the ropes, trying to shove him over. But the Revolution isn’t going down that easily—he holds his ground, puts up resistance until he senses an opening, and once he has it, he throws a Muay Thai knee right to Pagan’s gut. But he doesn’t even have time to bend over, because Morales puts them right in a fireman’s carry.

A.J. MORALES: This b!tch empty! YEET!

He dumps OPPONENT over the top rope onto the apron, where Pagan lands with a sharp THUD! before the clock begins counting down and Pagan rolls back under the rope into the ring.

#6. KASSIE MAXWELL

"Become The Beast" by Karliene plays over the speakers. Out she comes, wearing that black hooded robe, the front of it opened to show her leather ring gear. Standing there at the top of the ramp just for a moment, her hands lift to toss that hood back. Sharp eyes remain ahead, focusing on the ring as she walks down it.

GRAHAM STEVENS: Now introducing from Glasgow, Scotland! She is...KASSIE MAXWELL!

Deliberately slow, she's in no kind of hurry as she moves to enter that ring, walking right up the steps before entering through the second rope.

A hard left! A harder right! Kassie was on the rebound despite being previously pushed back by her opponent! Exchanging blows with A.J. Morales, she was ready to go on the offensive now as she threw herself backwards into the ropes, bounced off, and came in hard with a Superman's Punch right as the crowd chanted "HOOF!" The impact resonated through the ring, through the entire arena as the leaping strike landed precisely where she meant it to right on Morales’ jaw!

Pagan grabs Maxwell from behind with a reverse DDT! Maxwell is down but she absolutely was not done. Refusing to be beaten easily, she got back up and ran forward, jettisoning across that ring like a wild woman before popping up with a pair of lifted knees, SLAMMING them both into Jimmy Pagan’s face like she was a runaway train! It was the Lowlander's Kiss, the move she'd used to put away so many others in her upstart career!

In a moment of absolutely brazen lunacy, Kassie mounted the turnbuckle! Throwing caution to the wind, she stood tall atop the ropes, stretching her arms out for just a moment, as if to throw caution to the winds as a tribute to her mentor, Michael Hayden, before she made a dive off the top rope and collided with a now standing A.J. Morales, smashing her body into both him and Jimmy Pagan to take them all to the ground!

#7. JASON CASHE

"Dead Man Walking" by The Lacs plays and from the back comes Jason Cashe! As the soldier he claims to be, Cashe takes two puffs off an air joint before saluting the ring.

GRAHAM STEVENS: Now introducing from Houston, Texas by way of Decatur, Georgia. He is the “DiOGee” JASON—CASHE!

He steps down the entrance ramp and heads towards ringside. There, Cashe rounds the corner of the ringside before sliding into the match under the bottom rope.

With Jimmy Pagan laying in the center of the ring, Cashe races to the ropes. Springing from them, he rolls into a tumble looking for a Rolling Senton but as he leaps up and flips over, Kassie Maxwell comes rushing in with a front dropkick to Cashe's back while landing across Pagan with her own senton. Cashe crashes down on the canvas on his neck and shoulders, folded like an omelette.

Meanwhile Morales has his back to the ropes, and Cashe now back to his feet rushes at him. He drops a shoulder and lifts Cashe high into the air with a Shoulder Toss. He goes high over the ropes but manages to grab the top rope. Cashe slaps knees against the ring apron edge, his feet tucked to keep them from the floor. Morales stumbles away from the ropes thinking they eliminated Cashe. Pagan turns to see him holding on for dear life. Pagan hurries to make the elimination but Cashe throws a block to the incoming haymaker and counters with a left hook. Ducking through the ropes to reenter the ring, Pagan rams into Cashe, clotheslining him back over the ropes. He drops down onto the apron as Pagan stomps through the ropes trying to kick him to the floor. Kassie Maxwell grabs Jimmy Pagan from behind, hitting a German Suplex that puts him away from Cashe. He reenters the ring after almost being eliminated twice. Kassie Maxwell looks to be pulling back on Morales for a piledriver but Morales grabs the middle rope for leverage. Instead with a surge of energy Morales back body drops Maxwell over the top rope and she falls to the floor!

KASSIE MAXWELL ELIMINATED BY A.J. MORALES

#8. ELI BUCHANAN

Riel Buchanan is the first person out onto the stage just ahead of Eli Buchanan. “Becoming the Dragon” by Trivium begins to play a spotlight shines down on the stage and Eli Buchanan appears, wearing a dragon mask. Four masked individuals appear at his sides and he takes a moment to nod towards each of them before beginning to march down to the ring. With a microphone in hand he instead begins introducing his client.

RIEL BUCHANAN: Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Riel! Allow me to introduce to you the next competitor, and the only damn wrestler that matters around here. He is the Shah of Suplexes, thhe Czar of Knee Strikes and one true King of Strong Style! He is Canada's greatest athlete, the only red haired wrestler that matters and the man you've all come to see. He is the Red Tiger! The Ginger Dragon! Ladies and gentle, I present to you Eli "F'N" BUCHANAN!

The foursome flank him as he marches and stop on either side of the ring steps. Eli fist dumps each of them before sliding into the ring and officially joining the match.

Buchanan slides into the ring beneath the bottom rope and ducks a clothesline from Jimmy Pagan. He rebounds off the ropes and hit Pagan with a flying knee strike and immediately pounces on him and begins pounding him with a flurry of elbow strikes. Buchanan stands and screams! He’s on fire right now as he continues the fight on Pagan with repeated stomps before he notices Morales looking to dump Jason Cashe over the top rope so he tries to help in that elimination. Instead Cashe thumbs Morales in the eye and bites Buchanan on the forehead.

#9. DIEGO ALEJANDRO MATIAS

“Cyber Monday” by Trending Tropics begins to play throughout the arena as Diego Alejandro Matias walks out into the stage to quite a surprising ovation from the Portland fans.

GRAHAM STEVENS: Now introducing from Mexico City! He is...DIEGO...ALEJANDRO—MATIAS!

Matias approaches the ring cautiously before sliding into an empty corner and choosing his moment.

Matias hits the ring and quickly approaches Jimmy Pagan the two trade verbal barbs before Pagan slaps Matias across the face! Matias laughs and checks his face before quickly kicking Pagan in the mid-section then drops him with a double arm DDT!

Pagan is face down on the mat as Matias pops up with a closed fist in the air and a smile on his face. Morales looks for a side kick to the back of the head but Matias turns and grabs the foot and flips Morales backwards but he lands on his feet but is immediately dropped with a standing drop kick by Matias!

Matias nails Eli Buchanan with another standing drop kick! The fans are on there feet as Pagan rises from behind him and grabs him by the chin from behind pulling him backward into a reverse DDT!

#10. BLAKE MITCHELL

Darkness falls over the arena as "Beast" by Nico Vega plays and a white spotlight shines on the entry way.

GRAHAM STEVENS: Now introducing from Seattle, Washington! He is the “Emerald City Saint”...BLAKE—MITCHELL!

Blake Mitchell steps from behind the curtain and walks towards the ring while the spotlight follows him to the ring where he removes his jacket with a smug look on his face then slides under the ropes and joins the match.

Blake Mitchell slides into the ring and doesn’t hesitate for a second. He bounces off the ropes on the far side of the ring and drops A.J. Morales with a single leg shotgun drop kick to the side of the head as he’s pushing himself up off the mat. Mitchell gets up strong off the mat.

Mitchell rushes into the corner where Eli Buchanan and Diago Alejandro Matias step back and allow Mitchell to nail Jimmy Pagan with his signature ‘Blindside’ elbow to the face! Pagan crumbles to the match as Mitchell is on fire.

Eli Buchanan and Matias begin battling in the far corner as Mitchell comes nose to nose with Jason Cashe in the center of the ring. Cashe pinches Blake Mitchell and spins a back fist to his jaw. Cashe motions for the fans to cheer. He looks to kick Mitchell in the stomach to double him over but Mitchell catches the foot, spins him around and instead kicks him in the stomach! Hooks him in under his shoulder and lifts him up and drops him with the Suffering!

#11. LARA BRATTON

“Straightjacket Supermodel” begins to play across the arena as the lights turn down and a light show of skulls begin to dance across the ring and into the crowd. Then a spotlight shines on the stage as “The Arcane” Lara Bratton basks in the glow for a moment. She stands in a long black robe and black crown as she leans forward on a cane. She leans back and spins the cane around as she begins to make her way down towards the ring as the spotlight follows.

GRAHAM STEVENS: Now introducing from Bovill, Idaho! She is...LARA-BRATTON!

She ignores the crowd for the most part as she reaches the ring. She throws her arms out to her side very dramatically and then lowers them allowing the robe to fall from her shoulders and pool at her feet on the floor. Underneath that robe she wears a black top, which black boy shorts and black boots with white trim. On the backside of her shorts are emblazoned with her initials LB.

Lara Bratton locks up with Eli Buchanan he backs her up into a corner! Bratton ducks under a clothesline from Buchanan and comes around with a rolling German suplex! Bratton for good measure axe kicked Buchanan across the chest before rolling back to her feet. She rushes Blake Mitchell and drops him with a hurricanrana!

Bratton kips up to her feet and ducks a forearm by Jason Cashe only to drop him with a reverse STO! Morales quickly comes in and pulls Bratton up to her feet and drops her with a code breaker! Bratton rolls over into her back seemingly out of it. Meanwhile Morales climbs to the top rope, looking for something big...but Blake Mitchell dropkicks Morales off the turnbuckle! A.J. falls right onto a ringside cameraman, and they both collapse to the floor!

The Revolution looks heartbroken, waiting for the ring announcer to declare him eliminated...but the words don’t arrive. His expression changes, he looks around in confusion...and then he realizes one of his feet is on the steel stairs! He’s still in this!

A.J. puts his other foot on the steps, then rolls over into his stomach. After a quick check-in with the cameraman—who seems shaken up from A.J.’s landing, but thankfully not injured—A.J. reaches under the ring and pulls out a folding chair. It takes some fumbling, but Morales manages to set the chair up facing towards the ring, using it as leverage to pull his upper body higher until he can get his forearms propped on the seat.

As the crowd’s disbelief hits a fever pitch, Morales grabs the edge of the seat and starts shifting the chair closer to the stairs, bringing it over a little at a time until the seat is right underneath his chest. Once he’s got it where he wants it, he gets his upper body over to the ring apron, rolls onto his back so he can get his legs off the stairs, and completes his miraculous save by pulling himself under the bottom rope and back into the ring!

Blake Mitchell is in disbelief as he notices Morales is still in the match! He angrily walks over to pick Morales up to finish the job but it’s Jimmy Pagan who grabs a handful of his tights and tosses Blake Mitchell over the top rope and eliminates him from the battle royal.

BLAKE MITCHELL ELIMINATED BY JIMMY PAGAN

#12. CORAL ROSE

"You Don't Know" by Kobra and the Lotus begins to play as Coral Rose comes from the back. She walks to the stage where it meets the ramp and throws her head back as she holds her arms up high almost like she's doing a 'Y'.

GRAHAM STEVENS: Now introducing from Miami, Florida! She is...CORAL ROSE!

Coral snaps her head down and starts down the ramp. Coral throws an 'X' over her head via her arms before rolling under the ropes and gets to her feet.

Coral Rose quickly locks up with Jason Cashe an old rival while working her way to the ropes. As they are to the rope, Coral knees Cashe in the gut. She starts making quick kicks at his body, landing each one. Coral backs up, looking to knee Cashe but misses him and he steps to the side, as Coral almost lands on the ropes.

Coral manages to get away from the ropes, stepping back. She sees Eli Buchanan as she charges after him. She nails them with a hard spear knocking Buchanan down. Coral gets on top of the former World Heavyweight Champion as she lands several hits down on him. She stands up, grabbing Buchanan before looking for help to try and eliminate last years winner of the Emerald City Classic.

#13. BRYAN FORD

"DNA" by Kendrick Lamar blares over the speakers as Bryan Ford walks out onto the stage.

GRAHAM STEVENS: Now introducing from Los Angeles, California! He is...BRYAN—FORD!

Ford makes his way down the ramp walking with a swagger as he reaches the apron. He slides into the ring and joins the action.

Bryan Ford slides into the ring and dodges a flying lariat by Coral Rose and he’s turned into a wrist lock after a failed back elbow onto A.J. Morales but Ford reverses and irish whips Morales towards the corner turnbuckle. He turns around as Jimmy Pagan rushes him from behind but he ducks a clothesline turning him around and knocks Pagan back with a forearm. He then irish whips Pagan back first into the same corner sending them crashing into Morales. Ford runs full speed and jumps cracking Pagan with a V-Trigger knee dropping him to the floor, before leaping up again and connecting with an enziguri to the Morales!

Bryan gives Jason Cashe a superkick which staggers him! Ford then lifts Lara Bratton up and slams her down with a spinebuster! Ford is pumped up as he hops over the top rope before jumping up springboarding off and 450's into a double foot stomp onto the Bratton! Ford rolls out of the way and looks to battle with Morales. Meanwhile Jason Cashe takes advantage of the opportunity and pulls Bratton a former challenger for his World Television Championship up and tosses her over the top rope to the floor!

LARA BRATTON ELIMINATED BY JASON CASHE

#14. JULIANA DIMARIA

“Living Dead Girl” by Rob Zombie hits the speakers as Julianna DiMaria appears on the stage, greeted by some boos from the fans in attendance. She ignores them and heads down to the ring with a confident, focused look on her face.

GRAHAM STEVENS: Now introducing from San Diego, California! She is...JULIANA—DIMARIA!

Standing just outside the ring, she cracks her knuckles, indicating she's ready to fight and afterward does the "talk to the hand" gesture toward all the fans that are booing her, displaying another touch of arrogance to get the fans against her even more before rolling into the ring.

Juliana Dimaria gets into the ring with a shockingly positive reaction from the Portland fans mainly due to her surprise appearance tonight. She approaches Matias from behind and drops him with her patented DiMaria Code!

DiMaria is pumped up as she pushes herself up off the mat. Bryan Ford looks for a tie up but DiMaria steps hard on his foot and follows with a kick to the shin, knee and a roundhouse to the face of the United States Champion! DiMaria backs up quickly and levels Ford with a shining wizard! Jimmy Pagan grabs DiMaria by the head and pulls her in for a pulling piledriver but she lifts him up with all her might and whips him down onto the mat with an Alabama slam!

Pagan rolls over into his stomach holding the back of his head. Meanwhile DiMaria executes a timely ‘Mercedes Bends’ bridging fujiwara arm bar! Pagan is in a lot of pain but it’s A.J. Morales who comes from behind catching DiMaria with a running bulldog down to the mat!

Eli Buchanan picks Jimmy Pagan up and whips him into the corner and followed in with a step up knee strike to the chin. Buchanan snap mares Pagan out of the corner and kicks him between the shoulder blades. He picks him up by the hair and drills several knee strikes to Pagan’s face before yelling at him to get out of his ring and tossed them over the top rope.

JIMMY PAGAN ELIMINATED BY ELI BUCHANAN

#15. CARTIER

"212" by Azealia Banks begins to play throughout the Moda Center as Cartier steps through the curtain and stands on the stage admiring the men and women battling inside the ring.

GRAHAM STEVENS: Now introducing from Brooklyn, New York! She is...CARTIER!

Cartier walks down the aisle with a smile on her face and slapping hands with the fans before removing her jackets and preparing to pick her spot where she enters this match as the final entrant.

Cartier is a house of fire in the middle of the ring, throwing hands with anyone to step in her direction. When Coral Rose grabs her by the arm and spins her, trying to catch her off guard with a haymaker, Cartier blocks it and throws a quick jab to her nose followed by a big looping hook that sends Rose to the mat. Ducking under a clothesline from Jason Cashe, Cartier hits the ropes and rebounds off with a high velocity Eat This Ass, sending Cashe staggering backward into the corner. Cartier only has a second to enjoy her handiwork though, as Morales clubs her in the back and grabs her by the waist and hair, looking to send her up and over the top rope, but Cartier has the wherewithal to hook her leg through the bottom rope to prevent herself from being eliminated.

Cartier gets back to her feet and shoves Morales chest first into the turnbuckle and pulls him backwards flat on his back where he back into the corner. Cartier begins laying boots to Morales in the corner, walking a mudhole in him and walking it dry. From behind, Rose nails Cartier with a dropkick that sends her crashing into the buckles, nearly knocking her over the top rope. When Cartier turns around she catches a big kick to the gut and finds herself being thrown towards the ropes again, this time unable to prevent herself from going out over the top - though she does manages to land on the apron, and when Coral Rose rushes her to knock her the rest of the way off, Cartier thinks fast and throws a hard forearm to her face, stunning her. Cartier then takes a deep breath and slingshots herself over the top and back into the ring with a flying lariat to Coral Rose!

Coral Rose falls backwards into the back of Eli Buchanan who turns quickly and wraps his arms around the waist of Coral Rose who then angles his way close to the ropes then belly to back slams Rose over the top rope and eliminates her from the battle royal!

CORAL ROSE ELIMINATED BY ELI BUCHANAN

Buchanan hit Jason Cashe from behind with a running Canadian lariat. He grabbed him from behind and hit a German suplex. Buchanan maintained his grip around the waist and Cashe to his feet and hit a second German suplex. Once more he held on and pulled Cashe to his feet for a third German suplex, this one sending him crashing into the bottom turnbuckle on the back of his head. Buchanan got to his feet and rushed into the corner hitting Cashe with a meteora, before pulling him to his feet and tried to toss Cashe over the top rope with held from Diego Alejandro Matias.

Juliana DiMaria grabs Matias from behind and spins him around nailing him with a right hook followed by a left hand. Matias is rocked! DiMaria Irish whips Matias into the ropes and bounces off in the other direction looking for a devastating intersection between the two. DiMaria Spears Matias seemingly out of no where loosening one of his boots on his feet. Matias has hit his head on the bottom rope and the official is checking on him. He waves off the ringside physician as DiMaria picks him up and leans him against the ropes. Diego is on dream street as Juliana begins the knife edge chops across his chest! One after the other after the other and suddenly a clothesline sending Matias over the top rope and out of the match!

DIEGO ALEJANDRO MATIAS ELIMINATED BY JULIANA DIMARIA

Eli Buchanan charges Morales and tackles him around the waist. Lifting him up, Buchanan continues forward and slams Morales into the corner. Buchanan hits several shoulder strikes into Morales’ midsection before he’s pulled away by DiMaria. Buchanan lifts his hands in the air and charges back into Morales with a step-up knee strike. Buchanan follows up with a snap mare out of the corner and a toe kick between Morales’ shoulder blades. Buchanan runs across the ring and is caught by Bryan Ford with a Samoan drop!

Buchanan rolls over angrily and no sells the move. He lunges at Ford with a jumping knee strike but is dropped by Cartier with a flying lariat! Buchanan staggers back and falls into the ropes. DiMaria joins in and hits him with a stiff lariat, sending Manny over the top rope and on to the ring apron. Ford grabs the back of his head by his hair, smashing him repeatedly to the right temple with elbow strikes. Buchanan throws his foot and leg back between the middle and top rope to get back into the ring but Cartier comes to the aide of Bryan Ford along with the unlikely ally Juliana DiMaria who all three begin shoving Buchanan against the ropes. Pushing downward on his chest and shoulders flipping Buchanan over the top rope in a struggle until he falls shoulder first on the apron and out onto the floor.

ELI BUCHANAN ELIMINATED BY BRYAN FORD, CARTIER & JULIANA DIMARIA

As Morales gets up from the beat down by the now eliminated Eli Buchanan. Morales spots Bryan Ford on the opposite side of the ring, leaning against the ropes admiring the elimination of Buchanan. Before A.J. even knows his own plan, he’s acting on it—he takes off at a sprint, turns sideways to cartwheel over Cartier, who’s bent over waiting to hit a back body drop on DiMaria, then turns again, leaps forward—WHAM! Jason Cashe gets a taste of El DiaBlade and he down! Morales is out of control on the landing and it doesn’t stick! Morales’ leaping clothesline is enough to put Cashe down but allows Cartier and Bryan Ford enough we here with all to use Morales’ momentum to send him over the top and out of the ring, putting his World Heavyweight Championship shot up in smoke!

A.J. MORALES ELIMINATED BY BRYAN FORD & CARTIER

Cartier and Bryan Ford turn there attention to Juliana DiMaria whom is on her own with only hope from the downed Jason Cashe to help her even the odds. Instead DiMaria nails Bryan Ford with a leaping forearm to the face! Ford stumbles backwards against the ropes to a single knee. Carter drops DiMaria with a double axe handle across the back. DiMaria screams in pain as she clasps her hand and throws a back elbow to the midsection of Cartier! She leaps off the ground allowing DiMaria to drop her with a Northern Lights Suplex!

Jason Cashe is making his way back to the ring and he hits Ford with a shoulder block dropping him to the mat. Juliana DiMaria makes a mad dash running at Cartier while she is seemingly dazed and stunned, Cartier manages to evade the incoming assault with a sudden drop toe hold that trips up DiMaria and leaves her guillotined over the second rope. Cartier gets to her feet and runs to the opposite ropes, leaping onto her back with a flying seated senton, but her momentum takes her through the ropes and out of the ring to the floor. Having not gone over the top she isn’t eliminated, which she confirms with the official before turning to get back into the ring. Before she can react, though, DiMaria hits a baseball slide under the bottom rope that has Cartier crashing into the barricade and leaves her in a pile on the floor.

Meanwhile Bryan Ford approaches Juliana DiMaria from behind very cautiously looking to dump her from ring thus eliminating her from the battle royal but he is unsuccessful. Instead both DiMaria and Ford are throwing right hands one right after the other. Cartier puts a knee onto the apron pulling herself back up onto the apron. She grabs DiMaria in a half-nelson to her surprise but she swings around with a hard slap to the face it it’s Cartier who ultimately ties her up in a collar and elbow tie up!

Ford comes from behind with one band grabbing DiMaria’s foot and the other pushing downward on her head with that momentum and Cartier pulling from the other side of the ropes it’s Cartier falling back onto the apron and DiMaria exiting the ring head first over the top rope and landing on the apron then rolling to the floor!

JULIANA DIMARIA ELIMINATED BY BRYAN FORD & CARTIER

Jason Cashe is in for a world of hurt now as a refreshed Cartier steps back into the ring following the elimination of Juliana DiMaria. Meanwhile Jason Cashe is stalking Bryan Ford from behind and he quickly turns him around and punches him square in the nose stunning him. Ford returns the favor and the two men are going blow for blow in the middle of the ring.

An exhausted Bryan Cashe finally fends off Bryan Ford and falls to his knees, giving Cartier the opportunity to race across the ring and devastate him with the Empire State of Mind! Cartier and Cashe both end up laid out in the ring with Cartier still trying to catch her breath!

Bryan Ford checks on his only ally in this match to make sure Cartier is okay. Ford turns his attention to Jason Cashe and pulls him up with a hand on each side of his face moving to his chin and behind his head as he looks to toss the worn out World Television Champion over the top rope like light work. As Cashe approaches the ropes he grabs the top rope firmly and comes back with an elbow to the stomach of Bryan Ford! Ford doubles over as Cashe lifts him up with his left arm and uses his shoulder to help muscle him on up in what looks like a Samoan drop but Cashe dumps Bryan Ford over the top rope! Ford uses his right hand to try and catch himself on the apron but to no avail he lands flat on his back at ringside with both feet touching the floor.

BRYAN FORD ELIMINATED BY JASON CASHE

Cartier comes out strong as we’re down to the final two combatants and she clotheslines Jason Cashe over the top rope for the elimination....NO! Cashe lands on the apron! Cartier is in disbelief as she begins kicking and throwing punches between the ropes trying to knock Cashe off the apron to the floor.

Cashe is back on his feet and he reaches over the top rope grabbing the hair of Cartier and pulls her over onto the apron. The two begin battling on the apron for the upper hand as Bryan Ford is still at ringside he tries to assist Cartier by pulling Cashe from the apron. Instead Cashe side kicks Ford and follows up with a punt to the chest that sends him against the barricade! Ford is immediately escorted to the back.

Cartier with a roundhouse from the apron has Cashe holding on for dear life. He has one hand on the top rope and half his body leaning away from the ring. Cartier grabs Cashe and suplexes him onto the apron. After such a devastating move both wrestlers are feeling the pain from the ring apron and the exhaustion of such a long battle royal.

Cartier rolls under the bottom rope but so does Cashe. She is looking out at the fans looking for support but as she looks for the “Eat This Ass” Cashe catches her across the back with a forearm. She turns and he lifts her for what looks like a spine buster but he rushes into the corner wildly. Cashe lifts Cartier up and sits her on the top turnbuckle.

Cartier puts up a fight, kicking and pushing Cashe away. Cashe launches back at her, leaping up and connecting to her jaw with a "Mark of JASON" Superman Elbow! Cartier is rocked as she wobble’s and teeters in her seated position. Cashe races across the ring, hits the far ropes as Cartier begins to shake off the daze. Cartier pushes up and stands on the middle turnbuckle, ready to dive at the incoming Jason Cashe but as Cartier jumps, Cashe shoves her with all his weight behind him and sends Cartier over the ropes, tumbling onto the ring apron before hitting the ringside floor!

CARTIER ELIMINATED BY JASON CASHE

GRAHAM STEVENS: Your winner of the 2020 Pinnacle Battle Royal...JASON—CASHE!

CHARLES HUDSON:  He’s done it! He overcame the odds and will soon challenge for the World Heavyweight Championship!

MCKAYLA LEWIS:  Cartier and Bryan Ford were a team to be reckoned with throughout this battle royal but it wasn’t meant to be—at least not tonight that is.

CHARLES HUDSON:  Mariano Fernandez better sleep with one eye open because Jason Cashe intends to be taken as a serious threat to the World Heavyweight Championship!

MCKAYLA LEWIS:  Ladies and Gentlemen we greatly appreciate the City of Portland for hosting tonight’s Pinnacle Battle Royal and we’ll see you in two weeks for the fallout of tonight’s battle royal! Perhaps we’ll find out when Cashe plans to exercise his title match...GOOD NIGHT!

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