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Showdown 11/3/19

(EAW intro plays.)

(PREVIOUSLY ON SHOWDOWN: It symbolizes the importance of this night and that was to remember our iconic Hall of Famer, Brody Sparks! It goes to Jenny Punk pulling out the last two names to be apart of the Fatal-4-Way Match at Reasonable Doubt. The names happen to be Shane Gates and Shaker Jones. Before Jenny can resume the show, the lottery machine bursts in flames, which reveals to be the work of our wonderful Unified Tag Team Champions, Heavenly Hell! They speak on how they don’t believe that Lucas Johnson will find a partner on time, so they set their sights elsewhere for competition. They mention Raven Roberts giving anyone the opportunity to face her for the Universal Women’s Championship and they want in the match. Jenny denies them the opportunity to have them face Raven, but she’ll give either Constance or Minerva the shot. Jenny pins the champion against each other in a Beat the Clock Challenge for next week. If Heavenly Hell try any funny business, Jenny threatened to strip them of the titles and vow that they will never touch another title for as long as she reigns as General Manager.)

(RECAP CONTINUES: It goes forward to Constance Blevins versus Lucas Johnson. Highlights of the match are shown. It forwards near the end with Constance clothesline Lucas over the barricade as she tries to enter the ring, but feet underneath the ring hold Constance and prevent her from making it back to the ring. Constance can’t break free as Lucas manages to get back into the ring, winning by via countout. Post match, Albert Hitchman gets a microphone and cuts a promo, which leads to the reveal of Lucas’ partner and the man holding Constance’s legs: Lance Blackfyre. Heavenly Hell get some offense in, but Lance proves to me too much of a problem. It ends with Constance being powerslam onto the announce table and Minerva eating a powerbomb and crashing on top of her partner. Albert assures the champions that this is only a preview of what’s going to come at Reasonable Doubt.)

(RECAP CONTINUES: It pans forward to Mark Michaels not being allowed inside the arena. The main reason for that is because of Mark’s assault on the production staff and security on the week before. Jenny Punk is shown to be behind the security not allowing Mark inside the arena. Mark claims that she could make things easier for herself and the board if she gives Mark a rematch for the PURE Championship. Jenny says no to the rematch and Mark assures her that he doesn’t take no for an answer. It goes forward to the pure rules match with PURE Champion Jake Smith and Santo Muerte. Highlights of the competitive match are shown, but Mark gets himself involved in the match as he throws Santo shoulder first into the barricade, causing a disqualification. Thus, Santo winning the match. Santo roundhouse kicks Mark, but Jake hits Santo in the back of the head. Soon enough, all hell breaks loose with these three competitors, causing security to come out and hold them back. Santo manages to fight back and get one of the security guards before connecting with The Offering and breaking their arm in the process. More security comes out to calm Santo while Jake and Mark try to fight back the security and proceed to beating the hell out of each other. Jenny Punk eventually comes out and rejects Mark his rematch again. Jake insists on fighting Mark, wanting to shut him up and he’s willing to put his title on the line in order to do so. Jenny states that Santo won the match via pure rules and if the title was on the line, Santo would have won the title. Thanks to Mark, Jake would have lost the title. If Jake wants to get his hands on Mark, she announces that at Reasonable Doubt, Jake will put his title on the line against Mark…and Santo!)

(RECAP CONTINUES: It goes to Xander Payne versus Shane Gates. Excellent match between these two competitors as Xander picks up the victory. Later in the night, Darkane makes his first appearance on Showdown since being traded on the brand. Darkane cuts a promo talking about various topics, but he throws down the challenge for anyone to face him at Reasonable Doubt. Xander Payne answers the challenge as he cuts the promo stating that Darkane is no longer the daunting and intimidating force of this company. Xander is stronger, hungrier and ready to show him that he has more determination and fire in his eyes than Darkane. At Reasonable Doubt, Xander will send Darkane to the same retirement home that he sent Xander in.)

(RECAP CONTINUES: It goes to The ILLIONAIRES and Jenny Punk. The ILLIONAIRES talk about being embarrassed by Jamie O’Hara and Cameron Ella Ava getting the best out of them. They want to get their revenge on the married couple and propose The ILLIONAIRES versus Jamie and Cameron at Reasonable Doubt. Jenny seems unsure about the match, but The ILLIONAIRES state that they can handle Jamie and Cameron. By defeating them, it lets them know that they were right in turning on Jamie and it let’s Jenny know that she’s putting her time and energy on the right people. Jenny makes the match official. It fasts forward to the main event — Cameron Ella Ava versus Ahren Fournier. Highlights of their match are shown as we head towards the end of the match. Cameron connects with Goddess’ Touch before pinning Ahren for the winner, but it focuses on Ahren’s foot being on the bottom rope, but the official not seeing it.)

(RECAP CONTINUES: It pans to the trial with Amber Keys and the EAW Board. There, we see Amber’s motivations being highlighted. From being blackbailed and everyone turning their back on her to being held down because of fragile egos. It shows Amber clashing with every member of the board. John Conning states that all they want is an apology from Amber. She does that as she shakes his hand before apologising on mic and kicking John in the balls. She proceeds to beat the living hell out of the board before HRDO turns Amber around and proceeds to go for chokeslam on her, but Amber gets out of the way and out of the ring. The last scene is Amber with a proud smile on her face.)

(Recap ends.)

(“DNA” by Kendrick Lamar plays, cueing the Saturday Night Showdown intro. It pans to a far view of the arena before getting closer. EAW fans are holding up their signs, hoping to get on television. “DNA” continues to play in the background as the crowd is going insane for the go-home show before Reasonable Doubt.)

(SCREEN BAR — MONTERREY, MEXICO!)

Eve: WE ARE ONE WEEK AWAY FROM ONE OF THE MOST TALKED ABOUT REASONABLE DOUBTS IN MEMORY!!! BIENVENIDOS A SATURDAY NIGHT SHOWDOWN! LIVE FROM THE ARENA MONTERREY IN MONTERREY MEXICO! SOY EVE!

Gavin Kirkland: Eve, you’re speaking Mexican. 😍

Eve: It’s Spanish, but right next to me is my colorful partner, Gavin Kirkland! Deadprez is already in the ring as he will be doing a contract signing in a few moments! We are twenty-four hours removed from House of Glass as the streets of Monterrey have been celebrating TLA’s World Championship win from last night! From the Showdown side, we got a wonderful show ahead of us tonight!

Gavin Kirkland: Yes, tonight, we will find out if it’s Minerva or Constance Blevins who will face Raven Roberts for the Universal Women’s Championship at Wicked Games! The woman who wins their match in the fastest time will be presented that lovely opportunity! Constance takes on Kensingten Calhoun-Astor while Minerva main events by taking on Xander Payne!

Eve: The ILLIONAIRES will be in action as they take on the newly formed alliance of The Emperor Lucas Johnson and Lance Blackfyre! We will also be giving up our seats as Jamie O’Hara and Cameron Ella Ava take over commentary!

Gavin Kirkland: There is none in this world that I would give up my seat for other than Jamie O’Hara. :wow: He is really the full package. He can wrestle, cut promos and he’s probably wonderful on commentary!!! He is the Ace for sure. :wow: :wow: :wow:

Eve: Indeed, right now, we head to Deadprez in the ring as we’re opening the sure with the PURE Championship contract signing! Take it away, Deadprez!

(The camera pans to Deadprez inside the ring with a microphone in his hand. In front of him, there is a long table with the contract placed on top of it. There are three chairs for each competitor to sit on. However, it seems likely that none of these competitors will be in the mood for much sitting and civil talking.)

Deadprez: At Reasonable Doubt, one of the most talked-about matches is for the PURE Championship. The match is going to be a standard pure wrestling match. One of these men get themselves disqualified, and they cost themselves a chance to be PURE Champion. The remaining two competitors will continue with the match until there is a winner. Now with further ado, please welcome at this time one of the number one contenders for the PURE Championship, “The Saint of Death,” Santo Muerte!

(The crowd gives a mixed reception as “War” by Dance With The Dead begins to play through the speakers of the Arena Monterrey. Santo Muerte comes out with an intimidating presence.)

Gavin Kirkland: Here is a man who grew up watching the luchadors in Mexico, Eve. Now, next weekend, he has the opportunity to become PURE Champion.

Eve: I’m not sure about that, Gavin. I’m not sure how Santo Muerte is going to be able to adjust to the pure wrestling style at Reasonable Doubt, but thanks to pure wrestling, he’s the reason why he’s even in this match in the first place. By Mark Michaels going after Santo Muerte, he managed to get Jake Smith disqualified. Thus, giving Santo the victory. If the title had been on the line, Santo would be standing here as a champion.

(By the time Eve was done talking, Santo Muerte is already inside the ring. Deadprez gestures for Santo to take a seat, but Santo shoves the chair to the side before giving a death glare at Deadprez. “War” dies down as Santo directs his eyes towards the ramp.)

Deadprez: In the match, Santo Muerte will have to worry about two different opponents. The second opponent vying for the chance to reclaim his championship is none other than the former PURE Champion, “The Lethal Injection,” Mark Michaels!

(The crowd boos as “Just ‘Cos You Got The Power” by Motorhead begins to play through the speakers. It’s obvious how the fans in this arena think of Mark, and they don’t like him whatsoever. Mark comes out with a smug and severe look on his face. Last week, he was successful in getting what he wants and why wouldn’t he be happy about that?)

Eve: The only reason why Mark Michaels got his rematch was that Jake Smith wants to shut up Mark once and for all. Jake displayed himself as the fighting champion and granted Mark his rematch. However, Mark will not be getting a one-on-one rematch with the PURE Champion, but Santo Muerte will be making his presence known in the match.

Gavin Kirkland: Mark Michaels is angry, and he wants to regain his championship. Within the last few weeks, he got arrested and wasn’t allowed to get inside the arena last week. Jenny Punk didn’t give Mark this match; Jake Smith needed to request the opportunity to knock Mark a peg or two once again.

(By the time Gavin Kirkland is done talking, Mark Michaels is inside the ring. He shoves his chair to the side, almost similar to Santo Muerte before. Mark and Santo prepare to stare down as “Just ‘Cos You Got The Power” dies down.)

Deadprez: Gentlemen, I am going to need you two to calm down. We still have a contract signing to get too. Before all of this becomes a train wreck, please welcome at this time the current PURE Champion, Jake Smith!

(“Toxic Valentine” by All Time Low plays as the crowd boos as Jake Smith comes out with a confident look on his face. He wears that cocky smile on his face as the PURE Championship is on his shoulder.)

Gavin Kirkland: Here is the main that ended Mark Michaels’ reign of terror at Battle of Egypt! Jake Smith managed to impress a lot of people in his match against Mark, but it’s almost unfair that his first title defense will be in a Triple Threat Match, Eve. The chances of him retaining don’t look good at all!

Eve: I agree with you, Gavin; the chances of Jake retaining don’t look good, but I think this is an even more confident version of Jake Smith. We aren’t aware of how Jake performs when he’s defending a championship. He fought his hardest to win the title, and there is no doubt that he is going to fight to retain the championship.

(Once Eve is done talking, Jake Smith is already in the ring. He raises the PURE Championship high in the air, almost taunting his opponents. Santo Muerte has an emotionless look on his face and lets Jake tease him. Meanwhile, Mark Michaels looks like he’s ready to attack Jake, but does not act on it. “Toxic Valentine” dies down as the three competitors in the match are all inside the ring.)

Deadprez: As we move forward into this contract signing, I will give you three time to speak on whatever you need to speak on. However, I was told by Jenny Punk to let the three of you know that any violence in this contract signing and this match is off. I would love for this contract signing to go as smoothly as possible. The floor is yours to anyone of you.

Mark Michaels: It seems like it’s my cue to talk because I want to get the entire thing over with and look forward to dismantling all of your faces at Reasonable Doubt. However, I want to take the time to thank you, Jake.

(Mark Michaels’ attention turns to Jake Smith, who looks at Mark confused.)

Mark Michaels: Thank you, Jake. Thank you for doing me a favor and giving me what I want. It’s no secret that Jenny Punk wasn’t going to do that at all. She wanted me to “earn” my rematch, but as a former PURE Champion, that entitles to a rematch. I reigned for four months, and I don’t get a thank you? I don’t even get the opportunity to win back what I should have never lost at Battle of Egypt. Instead, I don’t get booked the next week and begin my drop down from the mid-card title scene to wherever the fuck Ryan Wilson and Shaker Jones stand. It’s not like I was going to get blessed an opportunity to compete for a chance to become Answers World Champion and take down Ryan Adams once and for all. The rumor on the street was that my name was never in that lottery machine, and do you know what? I don’t expect anything less from Jenny Punk and anyone else that tries to hold me down. Jake, you’re being held as a hero for what you did at Battle of Egypt. You are now going to get propped as a champion in which management believes that they can have a hold on. They couldn’t do that with me. They couldn’t restrain me. The championship on your shoulder was the one tool in which they believed they could use to shut me up, but my voice was stronger than ever as champion. I’ve said this multiple times with multiple opponents, Jake, but I can’t let their heroes win. I need to crush and break them. At Reasonable Doubt, I am going to break you and let the world know that your big title win was nothing more than a fluke. I have always been a better wrestler than you. I’m better than Santo Muerte for sure. About a month ago, this guy was a fucking afterthought. Now, we’re supposed to take him seriously?

(Mark Michaels focuses on Santo Muerte.)

Mark Michaels: Santo Muerte is a perfect example of someone that management can push if they wanted too. He’s an example of how management can push whoever they wish to. You can be someone who has been out of the picture for some time, return and somehow get thrust into the championship picture, and we’re supposed to go along with it? That doesn’t go well with me, and I’m willing to call out bullshit on that. If I never interfered in your match last week, there’s no denying that it would be Jake Smith versus Santo Muerte at Reasonable Doubt. Do people expect that to sell tickets? Do people assume that to be a credible first championship defense for the PURE Champion? EAW needs me on the card. No one gravitates people towards the Showdown product than me. People can love me or hate me, but at least, I can say that I’m not some loser that worships a false deity. At least, my claim to fame isn’t playing second fiddle to a choir boy that needs to grow the fuck up and say the word “fuck” already. The Showdown brand needs someone like me as the face of their mid-card championship scene. I’m not afraid to call out on people’s bullshit. I’m not scared to stand in the ring against the meanest and most stringent opponents in this company. The inclusion of Santo Muerte was because they needed to stack the odds against me even more. Jenny Punk wants to make sure that I don’t leave Reasonable Doubt with the PURE Championship, and this is her one shot at making sure that she doesn’t. Santo is nothing more than someone Jenny placed in front of me so that I can knock them down. At Reasonable Doubt, I’m not just knocking Jake off his pedestal, but I’m going to be knocking some sense into your fucking head and letting you know that you do not belong to hang in the ring with me.

(Mark Michaels gets a pen from the contract before turning a couple of pages before signing his name on the dotted line. Mark smacks the pen on top of the contract before getting the microphone and placing it near his lips.)

Mark Michaels: I’m not backing down from this fight. So that you know, you sign the contract, and it’s a death wish for the two of you.

Santo Muerte: It seems like the curse of ignorance not only infects the current champion but the former champion as well. These are such bold words from you, Mark. In a way, it seems like we’re so much alike than we are different. People have mocked and ridiculed us for our beliefs. Men like Jake Smith have stood there, laughed, and mocked my devotion to El Rey. Just like they’ve mocked and ridiculed you for the objective to take down the system. I have been slighted and overlooked for some of the things that I’ve said. It’s not just you who has talked about the utter demise of this company, I have done the same job in the shadows, but the difference between you and I is that they successfully managed to keep me down for a reasonable period. Or, that’s what they believe. They thought that by keeping me down, El Rey’s words wouldn’t get heard. I have honored El Rey’s words and used to preach them whenever I get the opportunity to do so. Going into Reasonable Doubt, I vow to silence you the same way the management has tried to silence me from the first day I walked through those doors. But, when I executed it, I’ll make sure that you’re lying in a pool of your blood. I’m aware of the stipulation of this match, but I always find my way. Death will always find a way to collect your soul. It doesn’t discriminate, and it only doesn’t care if you’re the loudest person in the room. Death always shows up one way or another. To refer to me as someone that management is trying to throw into the spotlight could not be any more wrong. I don’t look to be another product that this company can be proud of and honor. I want to be the champion that this company needs. The company needs a champion that’s not going to be fixated by the shiny things. I want to focus on displaying my violent nature in this company while carrying El Rey’s message to the world.

(Santo Muerte looks at Jake Smith.)

Santo Muerte: You, like Mark, don’t fear me at all. You don’t see me as a threat to your PURE Championship reign. You believe that I’m nothing more than a man who should be in the background of this brand. I should be nothing more than a man who gets tossed into these matches with ever intent to fail. There’s this talk that people don’t believe that I can stand in the ring with the two of you. Jake, you have been so vocal about this matter. You’ve have stated that I am nowhere near your level, but I can smell the hypocrisy from a mile away. On how many occasions were you told these things? How many times were you said that you weren’t on someone’s level? Now, you stand there as the PURE Champion. You stand tall with confidence and bravado, but you have forgotten about how it feels to be in my position. You haven’t had the title for a month, and you think that you have the right to place judgment upon me for my failures. Failures that were out of my control, ones that I got robbed of or ones that were a bitter pill to swallow, but defeat happens to us all. Victory is always around the corner, and at Reasonable Doubt, success will appear as I take that PURE Championship away from you.

(Santo Muerte puts the microphone down in order to pick up the pen and sign his name on the line next to Mark Michaels’ name. Santo scribbles his name before picking the microphone up.)

Santo Muerte: Maybe at that moment, you’ll remind yourself of how it feels to be in my position.

Jake Smith: Is everyone done here? Good, I thought I was never going to hear the end of all of this talking. You guys are always boring me to tears. You don’t need to thank me for putting a stop to your little tirade, Mark. It was getting embarrassing watching you throw a tantrum whenever things didn’t go your way. Everyone hated watching you squirm and demand things like you’re some child. I’m aware that Jenny Punk would have never given you this rematch straight away. She probably would have never let you touch this championship. I don’t blame her because we don’t need Mark Michaels as a champion again. I defeated you at Battle of Egypt without an ounce of controversy at all. I didn’t rely on cheating to keep the match going. I didn’t count on cheating to give me the winning pinfall. I won the PURE Championship because I was better than you. Like I’m better than Santo Muerte. For the first time in four months, someone was able to test Mark Michaels’ claims of being the best wrestler in the world, and I was able to prove that your statements are nothing more than a pile of dog s*it. You can claim that I’m overconfident. After the results of Battle of Egypt, why wouldn’t I be confident in my skills? Why wouldn’t I believe that I’m the best on Showdown? Mark, it must piss you off knowing that you couldn’t win that championship without giving someone multiple concussions before locking in your stupid submission move. Mark, you won the title by using your stupidity and not your brain. I managed to win the championship with my superior wrestling skills. It’s going to be the same skills that keep this PURE Championship on my shoulder. You were stupid about underestimating me. I would have thought that you weren’t going to make that same mistake again. Perhaps, I’m wrong, and you’ll continue to make those same stupid mistakes, but if I need to take you down again and rid you out of my championship scene, it’s going to be something that I’ll do with no issues at all.

(Jake Smith looks at Santo Muerte’s way.)

Jake Smith: You’re damn right about something. I don’t take you seriously, and the match last week didn’t change that whatsoever. Everything that you did last week up to our match? It was nothing more than mind games from you. It was only an attempt to get underneath my skin, but it didn’t work on me, Santo. I could see the child’s play from a mile away. All this talk about how Death going after “the mightiest ones” doesn’t concern me. Why is that? Because I don’t believe it. I don’t believe that you have what it takes to take this championship away from me. I don’t believe you have what it takes to oppose some threat in the match. Santo, I am begging for you to make me a believer. Not of El Rey or whoever the f*ck he is, but of Santo Muerte. I want you to make me fear you taking this championship away from me. But let me tell you, it’s challenging to get me to be afraid of anything. Whenever you looked at me across the ring, did you see the fear in my eyes? Did you see me be worried about what can happen to me in this match? No, that’s because I’m never scared about standing across from a man with no credibility to his name. Until you defeat someone of my level, you are not ready to be held in the same standard as some of the greats on this brand. You don’t have anything to back up your claims. You take this championship away from me, and it may earn you some credibility, but I’m on a whole other level as champion, and it’s going to be a struggle to surpass me.

(Jake Smith puts the microphone down before getting the pen and scribbling his name underneath the line with his name printed below it. The crowd cheers in this title match now being official! Deadprez looks to see if the names are all there before getting his microphone.)

Deadprez: All three Elitists have signed the contract, the match is now official!

(The crowd cheers! Jake Smith nods in approval before raising his PURE Championship high above his head as Santo Muerte and Mark Michaels look at him with glares.)

Deadprez: Good luck to the three of you at Reasonable Doubt!

(Deadprez exits himself out of the ring as the three men stare down with each other. They are aware of what happens if one of them lays hands on the other. They need to keep their anger and fire in check or this match is out of the question for them. Jake Smith swings the championship on his shoulder before exiting the ring. He walks backwards up the ramp as he looks back at his two opponents at Reasonable Doubt in the ring.)

Eve: This match is going to steal the show!

Gavin Kirkland: This is going to be a match that everyone should be on the look out for!

(Commercial break promoting the PURE Championship Match with champion Jake Smith defending his title against former champion Mark Michaels and Santo Muerte next weekend on the EAW Network!)

(“Pure Water” by Skepta hits as Dray Fontana comes out to a mixed reaction.)

Gina Romano: AND INTRODUCING HIS OPPONENT…..FROM THE UNITED KINGDOM….”PRINCE”….DDRRAAAYYYY FFFFOONNNTTAANNAAAA!!!!

Eve: A guy with a bright future ahead of him on Showdown, I just know it. The guy has star written all over him/ it’s all up to him now to use the potential he possesses. It all starts with tonight.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Deadprez: Both guys starting the match out and Alexander leaps at Dray but Dray sidesteps it and Alexander goes crashing into the corner! And Dray now hits a german suplex sending Alexander halfway across the ring.

(Dray shrugs his shoulders and smirks.)

Gavin Kirkland: And Alexander steps to the center of the ring and attempts to cheapshot Dray…but Dray blocks the right hand from Alexander….headbutt from Dray! Alexander falls to one knee and Dray takes steps back and connects with a superkick right to Alexander’s face! Dray just begging for Alexander to get to his feet….Dray runs and leaps off the second rope…UXU!! THE DISASTER KICK! Dray just now taking his time enjoying this beatdown he’s delivering to Alexander. Dray walks over to the corner and climbs up the top rope and now slowly balances himself…RAPTURE KILLER!! THE COUP DE GRACE! GOOD-FUCKING-NIGHT!!!

OOONNEEEE

TTTWWWWOOOO

TTHHHRREEEE!!!!

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Gina Romano: HERE IS YOUR WINNER….DDRRRAAAYYY FFFONNNTTANNNAAA!!!!

(“Pure Water” hits again as Dray rises to his feet and has his hand raised by the official. Dray looks down at Alexander proud of what he did him.)

Eve: Pure domination from this man tonight! I just hope he can keep it rolling!Id this what is in Showdown’s future?

(The scene pans to Constance Blevins backstage, as she is lacing up her boots before her match with Kensingten Calhoun-Astor. The crowd is heard giving her a positive reaction in the arena. Constance’s Tag Team Championship is on the bench as Constance looks back at it. As much as she may not want to admit it, she was feeling nervous about tonight. She’s barely been giving title matches. She’s barely been considered for an opportunity to face some of the top champions in the company. Tonight, she has the opportunity to prove that she’s worthy enough to face Raven Roberts at Wicked Games.)

???: Hey, what’s up?

(Constance Blevins looks to her shoulder as she spots her Heavenly Hell partner, Minerva sporting a smirk on her face. The crowd cheers for Minerva who pulls up a steel chair and places it in front of Constance. Minerva sits backwards on the chair as she looks at Constance finishing lacing up her boots.)

Constance Blevins: We should be happy that we’re getting a shot at facing the Universal Women’s Champion, but it makes me angry that it needed to be this way. Jenny Punk is trying to form cracks into Heavenly Hell and we can’t let her win, Minerva. I don’t believe that Jenny is going to be successful in doing that. The reason why she wants the cracks to form? It makes it easier for her pet projects to put the nail on the coffin for us if they ever get the chance to face us. They want us to combust like every other team that we’ve faced and that’s a slap to our faces. They think that we’re so easy to bend and break. They think that pinning us against each other, it’s going to be the beginning of the end of Heavenly Hell. Minerva, she’s aware of how dominate we are. Jenny Punk knows that we’re going to be able to prove ourselves worthy of facing The ILLIONAIRES that she’s paranoid. Is she insecure that her boys won’t be able to beat us?

(Minerva places a calm and assuring hand on Constance Blevins’ shoulder.)

Minerva: Well, we aren’t going to let her succeed, right? Like you said, Constance; everyone knows how dominate we’ve been for the past five months. Every team that has been placed in front of us? We were able to knock them down. They haven’t been heard from since. That’s what’s going to happen if we face The ILLIONAIRES. Those two are so self-absorbed. These two know nothing about being a quality tag team. It’s all about who can shit talk the best, but that’s not how Heavenly Hell operates, Constance. We love strategize and find our target. We raise a little hell whenever we can and The ILLIONAIRES won’t stand a chance when we cross paths. I mean, such a cute little plan that Jenny Punk believes is in motion, but Heavenly Hell put a stop to it the moment we stepped out of her office last week. We can see exactly what she intended to do the moment she announced this Beat the Clock Challenge. She wanted to weaken the bond of Heavenly Hell, a team that have reigned as champions for five months now, but it seems like she’s going to need to try a little harder, right?

Constance Blevins: Indeed, but we won’t let her succeed in trying to pin us against each other. We won’t allow Jenny to break us. But, I wanted to tell you something. Thank you, Minerva?

Minerva: Thank you for what exactly?

Constance Blevins: Thank you for inspiring me to become my best. Before our alliance formed, I was floating around on Empire, but you helped me find my aggression. You helped me find my voice and confidence that I can be vocal about our treatment on this brand. I probably would have been quiet about my mistreatment on this brand. If it wasn’t for you, I probably would have been a soldier and stayed in line as I watched my career going nowhere. If it wasn’t for you, none of this would be possible, but you helped me finally come to my own in this company and that’s something I will always be thankful for.

Minerva: You have been a shining light in my darkness. No need to thank me for anything. Everything that you were able to do, that was you, Constance. Just like when you dismantle that southern Barbie doll, Kensington Calhoun-Astor, that’s going to be all you. Just like everything that I do to Xander Payne will be because of me. For me, it doesn’t matter who ends up getting the best time tonight. Let’s go out there and give it our all. As long as that title comes home to Heavenly Hell, it doesn’t matter which one of us faces Raven Roberts at Wicked Games. Don’t get me wrong, I still go out there and plan to give it my all. Let’s prove to Jenny Punk and anyone else believe that Heavenly Hell is falling apart wrong. We’re not going to let anyone stop us. Not Jenny, Xander, Kensingten, Lucas or Lance. Nothing in the world is going to stop Heavenly Hell from being the most dominant force that this company has ever seen. I would wish you luck, Constance, but I don’t believe that you need any luck. But, may the best woman win tonight.

(Minerva sticks her hand out for Constance Blevins to shake. Constance has no hesitations and accepts Minerva’s handshake.)

Constance Blevins: May the best woman win.

(Heavenly Hell give each other competitive smirk before the scene transitions elsewhere.)

(Commercial break promoting Voltage’s Wicked Games in two weeks on the EAW Network!)

Gina Romano: The following contest is scheduled FOR ONE FALL!

Crowd: ONE FALL!

Gina Romano: Introducing first, hailing from Queens, New York! Weighing in at 215 Pounds! “DEUCES” VICTOR JONES!

(“Therapy Session” cues and smoke fills the stage. The lights start to flicker, and the song begins to get hype, Victor makes his way down the ramp, slowly walking mythological like he’s a god that can’t be touched. Once by the ring he makes his way up the stairs and climbs. Heading over to the far turnbuckle he climbs and lifts his arms….)

Deadprez: A scary man we have seen in the ring and he looks to get a big win over one of the four competitors in the Number One contenders Fatal four-way at reasonable doubt at a chance to compete for the Answers World Championship, Shane Gates.

Eve: If anyone can spoil Shane Gates momentum and his last match heading into the PPV, it is Victor Jones.

Gavin Kirkland: Deuces has shown that he can fight with some of the best, the question is, will he take another deuce here or can he send a message to the EAW that Victor Jones is here, with Chane and Angela? I don’t think so.

(“PEOPLE = SHIT” by Slipknot begins to play throughout the arena as Shane Gates starts to walk out accompanied by Angela Grant. The crowd is booing him as Angela Grant is screaming them for doing so, leading him down to the ring as he doesn’t even look at the fans.)

Gina Romano: And his opponent, accompanied to the ring by Angela Grant, from Huntington Beach, California, weighing in at 213 pounds…. “THE FN’ DYNASTY”…..SHANE GATES!!!

(Angels holds the ropes open for him as Shane Gates steps in, climbing the second rope, he raises his arms as the crowd boos him some more.)

Deadprez: Huge opportunity at Reasonable Doubt for Shane Gates, he is out here every week bringing it in the ring win or lose. Tonight, he can pick up some much-needed momentum and we all know, confidence is everything.

Eve: I agree, winning solves all problems but he will have to be on his best game tonight.

Gavin Kirkland: He can outsmart Jones, that’s what counts most her. Shane Gates is a technician in that ring, a favorite at Reasonable Doubt.

(The referee checks both competitors and calls for the bell.)

(DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!)

(Victor and Shane Gates walk right to the middle of the ring, Gates extends his hand out for a handshake, Victor stares him down)

Deadprez: Looks like Shane wants to be friends, dawg.

Eve: This is a ploy, lure Victor Jones in but I don’t think this man is buying into that, you heard what he said on promo tv, he has killed before and only God will judge him.

Gavin Kirkland: Well I heard he has 9 illegitimate children so Judge Judy will be his judge.

(Victor pushes Gates to the mats, he quickly gets up and screams at the referee.)

Deadprez: I don’t think that worked, Shane is going to have to try plan B and if he continues to play around with Victor Jones, he may find himself limping into Reasonable Doubt. Victor is coming right at him, but Gates gets behind the referee.

Eve: Come on Shane, just wrestle this man.

Gavin Kirkland: This is actually sound strategy; he has a chance now to keep the pa…. never mind! Victor Jones pushed the referee out of the way and hitting Shane with rapid lefts and rights! Those are illegal hits and the ref needs to stop them now!

Deadprez: Victor had enough! He is teeing away on Shane, whipping him to the opposite turnbuckle and following through with a huge clothesline! Shane is staggering, doesn’t know where he is right into a Gorilla Press! He has Shane up in the air and the drop Is gonna hurt!

Eve: Gates is screaming and VICTOR DROPS HIM BACK FIRST! He isn’t done, Victor waits as Shane gets up, he dives at him with a huge shoulder block! WOW that flipped Shane over and we may have a quick victory for Jones! Dropping for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!!

Deadprez: SHANE KICKS OUT! Victor ain’t done! Pulling up Shane by the hair and giving him a forearm, whipping him into the ropes and going for a back-body drop… no! SMALL PACKAGE WITH A QUICK COVER!

ONE!

TWO!!

Gavin Kirkland: JONES KICKS OUT! He doesn’t look happy, getting up, Shane sees this dangerous man make his way back to his feet, Shane… RUN! Leave Angela with me, but you run buddy!

Eve: Control yourself, Gavin!

Deadprez: Shane Gates just forearmed Victor in the chest! It didn’t faze him at all! That man is taking everything Gates has with repeated forearms! He kicks Victor in the midsection! He kicks him again, running and going for a swinging neckbreaker taking him down! Gates has a chance here, hopping to the second rope with a leg drop! He ain’t covering!

Eve: Shane is not stupid; he knows that is not enough to take Jones down. Shane is running against the ring; Victor sits up and Bullet2Head! SHANE WITH THE SHINING WIZARD AND THAT KNEE HIT HARD! SHANE GATES MAY HAVE HIM HERE!

Gavin Kirkland: Referee drops for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!!

Deadprez: JONES KICKS OUT AGAIN! THE MAN IS MADE OUT OF STONE! SHANE GATES CAN’T BELIEVE IT! He grabs Jones, could be a mistake! He tries to pick him up into a suplex and muscles him over! Gates ain’t done! He grabs his legs and goes for a Muta Lock! WAIT! VICTOR JONES GRABS HIM BY THE NECK! HE GETS TO HIS FEET CHOKESLAMMING GATES!

Eve: SHANE MAYBE OUT! DID YOU SEE HIS HEAD BOUNCED OFF THE MATS!

Gavin Kirkland: SHANE IS DEAD! VICTOR IS PICKING HIM UP AGAIN AND WHIPPING HIM INTO THE TURNBUCKLE, GOING FOR A SPLASH BUT NO! GATES GETS OUT AT THE LAST SECOND AND VICTOR JONES HITS THE TURNBUCKLE CHEST FIRST, STUMBLING BACK GATES WITH A SCHOOL BOY SUPERKICK! AND NOW A SCHOOLBOY FOR THE COVER!

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE…..

Eve: JONES KICKED OUT AT THE LAST SECOND! SHANE GATES CAN’T BELIEVE IT! I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!

Gavin: I CAN! I mean…. I can’t either! Shane has to stay on him! He must take him down and not like that! Picking up Victor Jones from the mat, he is trying a suplex!? HE CAN’T PICK HIM UP! HE CAN’T…. BUT JONES IS TOO STRONG, HE REVERSED HOLDING SHANE UP IN THE AIR, ALL THE BLOOD RUSHING TO HIS HEAD! THE LANDING WILL HAVE A HUGE IMPACT ON SHANE AND OUCH! VICTOR WITH A HUGE SUPLEX! NOW IS HIS CHANCE TO RECOVER!

Eve: He is back up and Shane is hurt! Victor waits until Shane gets up… looks like he is setting up Shane for that vicious Cradle DDT he calls Deuces!

Deadprez: He hits this, it’s over! WAIT! ANGELA GRANT JUST FLIPPED OFF HER HEELS AND JUMPED ON THE APRON!

Gavin: DON’T TOUCH HER YOU ANIMAL!

Eve: VICTOR JONES DROPPED SHANE GATES AND HAS ALLOWED ANGELA TI DISTRACT HIM, THE REFEREE IS NOW TELLING HER TO GET DOWN, VICTOR TURNING BACK TO SHANE AND OWWWW! HE JUST PUNTED JONES IN THE JEWELS! I DON’T HAVE ANY AND I FELT THAT!

Crowd: OOOOWWWW!

(Angela smirks and drops down to the floor.)

Deadprez: DAMN DAWG! JONES AIN’T NEVER HAVING KIDS AGAIN!

Gavin Kirkland: SHANE PICKS UP A STUNNED JONES RIGHT INTO THE CALIFORNIAN DESTRUCTION! REFEREE TURNS AROUND AS SHANE DROPS AND HOOKS THE LEGS FOR THE COVER!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!!

THREE!!!!

(DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!!)

(Shane rolls off Jones and sits up holding his arms in the air as the referee points him the winner)

Gina Romano: The Winner of the match….. SHANE GAAAAATTTTTEEEESSSSS!!!!

(“PEOPLE = SHIT” by Slipknot begins to play throughout the arena as he slowly stands up, Jones rolls out of the ring and he poses as Angela, holding her heels enters the ring and raises his arm in victory….)

Deadprez: Whether you like it or not, Shane Gates gets it done and with momentum going into Reasonable Doubt, it was dirty playa, but he got it done.

Eve: Victor Jones was robbed, the assist by Angela was the end of it all, a big win for sure but he needed help.

Gavin Kirkland: He came here to win, that is exactly what he …… RYAN WILSON! WILSON JUST ATTACKED SHANE FROM BEHIND WITH A HUGE CLOTHESLINE! ANGELA LOOKS STUNNED! DON’T YOU TOUCH HER!

(Angela looks down at Shane, then back at Ryan and before she can react, he nails her with a Superman Punch, knocking her out of the ring. He turns to Shane, picks him up and Chaos Theory!)

Eve: RYAN WILSON TOOK OUT ANGELA WITH A SUPERMAN PUNCH AND NOW A CHAOS THEORY ON SHANE GATES!

Deadprez: HE ATTACKED THEM BOTH AND PLANTED SHANE WITH THAT VICIOUS CUTTER!

Gavin: ANGELA, NOOOOOO!!!!

Eve: RYAN WILSON IS GRABBING A MIC!

(Ryan Wilson stands over the fallen Shane Gates with mic in hand as the crowd boos. Ryan stands in the middle of a fallen Shane Gates in the ring with a microphone in his possession. Ryan seems to be a bit frustrated about how his match with Harlow Reichert turned out last week, but he’s looked to take his anger out of Shane right now.)

Ryan Wilson: Do I have everyone’s attention now? I hope that my actions after my match with Harlow Reichert and what I did to Shane Gates moments ago is enough of a message. It’s not only a message to my three other opponents at Reasonable Doubt, but to whoever walks out with the Answers World Championship at Reasonable Doubt. There’s a part of me that hopes that Ryan Adams stands as the man across from me on the Showdown after Reasonable Doubt, but I’ll be open to facing Amber Keys as well. Why am I so confident that I am going to be the one walking out with this wonderful opportunity. Well, it’s quite simple. Nothing is going to stand between me and the Answers World Championship. Not Harlow, not Shaker and most certainly, not Shane Gates. Is this all the competition that I need to overcome to get my shot at the Answers World Championship? This all seems like some sort of joke, but I’ll be more than willing to take whatever I can get. Unlike some of the people in this arena, I do believe that I am going to win at Reasonable Doubt. I believe that the Battle of the Ryans is going to happen. If this is the chosen path, then I am in for the ride. I’m not going to deny for a chance to become a champion. It’s been way too long since I’ve been to the mountaintop. It’s a concept never heard of in Elite Answers Wrestling, but that’s all going to change in about two weeks. I have never felt so good about my chance of facing Ryan Adams than I do at this moment. I’m in for delivering an excellent match, but it will be a perfect match with me getting my arm raised in the end. I don’t care who stands in my way. What I just did to Shane, should be message to those like Shaker and Harlow —

(Ryan Wilson gets cut off by “Castle” by Halsey. The crowd gives a nice ovation to Harlow Reichert who comes out from the back. Harlow has had enough of Ryan talking. She has a microphone in her hand as she stands on top of the ramp. “Castle” dies down as Harlow thinks about what she wants to get across.)

Harlow Reichert: Going into Reasonable Doubt, I didn’t expect myself to be in this position. The chances of Jenny Punk picking my name from a lottery didn’t seem too good from my standpoint, but I’m happy that she did. I really haven’t envisioned myself as a future World Champion since Pain for Pride as I competed in Cash in the Vault. Before that, the first time that I realized that I could be a champion was at Grand Rampage, where I tied Andrea Valentine for the most eliminations in the match. This season, I envisioned myself becoming PURE Champion. That championship is nothing more than the embodiment of what I love about wrestling. I love the idea of being able to tell a story and relying on pure wrestling skills rather than who can swing the other with a steel chair as hard as they can. Yes, winning the PURE Championship would be fantastic, but I’m on the same boat as you, Ryan. I’m not going to pass the chance to becoming Answers World Champion. Can you imagine that your first championship win in EAW is the Answers World Championship? To most, this opportunity at Reasonable Doubt is a chance of a lifetime opportunity. To me? I have enough faith in my skills that this won’t be the last big opportunity I’ll get; however, I am going to treat it like it’s my last opportunity ever. I respect your determination, Ryan. I respect that you’re constantly going on and giving it your all, but like I said before — it’s so easy to be like: “I want to win this match! I never win matches like these!” But, it’s not going to be enough when you face me in the ring. That not only implies to you, but to Shaker and Shane. There is no one superior to me in the ring and Mr. DEDEDE may be a veteran in the business. His skills in the ring cannot be touched, but me against DEDEDE is going to be the biggest test of my career and there, I will prove that I should be the one facing the Mr. DEDEDE’s, Jamie O’Hara’s and Cameron Ella Ava’s of the company. The difference between you and I is that I won’t make an ass of myself.

Ryan Wilson: I don’t think I made an ass of myself when going up against Jamie O’Hara. If I did anything, it was proven that I shouldn’t be taken as a joke. I know, I pushed The Visual Prophet to his limit several weeks back. It’s not going to be any different than what you should expect of me at Reasonable Doubt. That’s not only for you, but for everyone —

(“I Love It Loud (Wolf Howl)” by KISS cuts off Ryan Wilson as Shaker Jones walks out from the back with a smile on his face. Normally, Shaker would be in the back watching this entire thing unfold, but he wanted to come out and join in on the fun. He stands across from Harlow Reichert as he has a microphone in his possession. Shaker’s entrance music dies down.)

Shaker Jones: I’m still wondering how I was able to be in the same faction as you.

Ryan Wilson: I’m still wondering why you still have an EAW contract?

Shaker Jones: I wasn’t planning on coming out here and interjecting myself in this conversation, but since you have 3/4 competitors of the fatal-4-way already in the ring, might as well join in on the fun? There’s all this talk about how much winning this match would mean for people like my former Score brethren and Harlow Reichert. Sure, we haven’t heard how much winning this match would mean for Shane since Ryan knocked him out unconscious, but what does winning this match mean for good ole Shaker? Well, after coming up short in my match against Mr. DEDEDE, it’s something that stung and it’s been on my mind. I kept wondering if I was ever going to get a shot against DEDEDE again, but low and behold, Jenny Punk picked my name out of the lottery machine. Sure, I wasn’t the first name picked like Ryan, but I barely made the cut. But, I am fortunate to have this opportunity at Reasonable Doubt. To face the Answers World Champion after coming off a hell of a championship match would be insane. It would put the edge in the challenger’s favor. In that very night, the landscape of Elite Answers Wrestling could change. I like to believe that upset victories can happen and it would be the biggest upset in this company’s history if Shaker Jones can capture the Answers World Championship. How does that sound, Wolf Nation?

Crowd: WOLF! WOLF! WOLF! WOLF! WOLF! WOLF! WOLF!

Shaker Jones: Ryan, Harlow, Shane, if you’re listening somehow, I don’t expect you to look at me as some threat coming into the match. My winning streak hasn’t been so hot as of late, but I’m looking to rise back in the best way possible by defeating the three of you at Reasonable Doubt. Then, to whoever stands as Answers World Champion, I will be looking forward to meeting them in the ring. Ryan, you’ve already pissed me off from earlier this week, but I don’t believe you have any idea of what happens when you piss off a Wolf and it’s going to bite you in the ass.

Ryan Wilson: Oooh, The Canadian Wolf? Is that supposed to intimidate me, Shaker. It doesn’t matter which persona you come out as, but I’m still going to defeat you like I defeated you at Pain for Pride. As for Harlow, don’t think that I have forgotten about you. I wasn’t happy about the outcome in the match, but I will be approaching this match with a much more killer instinct and I won’t be afraid to drop you on your pretty head again.

Harlow Reichert: I like to see you do that, Ryan. But, you’re already making mistakes before this match has even began. There’s just not me or Shaker to worry about.

(Ryan Wilson raises his brow confused, but gets turned around.)

Gavin Kirkland: LOW BLOW BY SHANE GATES ONTO RYAN WILSON!!!

Eve: RYAN WILSON DROPS TO THE GROUND HOLDING HIS CROWN JEWELS! SHANE GATES GETS RYAN TO HIS FEET — KILL SHOT, THE SPINEBUSTER AND SUPERKICK COMBINATION! SHANE MANAGES TO THROW SOME FOREARMS INTO RYAN WILSON’S FACE! I THOUGHT THAT SHANE WAS GOING TO BE OUT FOR THE NIGHT, BUT IT SEEMS LIKE SHANE IS NOT GOING TO LET SOMEONE LIKE RYAN WILSON TAKE HIM DOWN! SHANE GETS RYAN BACK TO HIS FEET, BEFORE GETTING HIM IN A POWERBOMB POSITION! SHANE RUNS TO THE CORNER AND CONNECTS WITH A TURNBUCKLE POWERBOMB ON RYAN! SHANE FOLLOWS THAT UP WITH A CURBSTOMP! RIPCORD MANSLAUGHTER ON ONE OF THE COMPETITORS THAT HE WILL BE FACING AT REASONABLE DOUBT!

(Shane Gates is on his knees as he looks down on a beaten Ryan Wilson. Shane has a sinister smirk on his face. Shane gets the microphone that Ryan was previously using.)

Shane Gates: Where you really going to forget about me, Ryan? For the past couple months, I have been sick and tired of people writing me off as someone who is going on a downhill spiral with his career. When you defeated me a couple weeks back, it was nothing more than a fucking slap to my face. Is this how you treat a fucking Dynasty like myself? I let you have your fun, Ryan. I let you have your words because you just love to hear yourself talk and I did what I always did, I struck when the opportunity was right and nothing seemed more right than to hit you in the nuts and connect with Ripcord Manslaughter on you. Losing to Xander Payne last week kind of stung me, I thought my efforts were going to be enough to get a victory over Xander. Instead, I was met by defeat, but it’s only lit a fire underneath my ass and it felt so good to knock you down like you thought you were going to do with me. At Reasonable Doubt, I look forward to nothing more than to ruin your chances of becoming Answers World Champion. As for Harlow and Shaker, I could care less which one of you decides to cross paths with me. Shaker, I’ve defeated you twice already. You shouldn’t even be considered as a contender for the Answers World Championship. For Harlow, we’ve never seem to cross paths in a one-on-one situation and it seems like that’s not going to change anytime soon. I don’t care how many of you I am going to need to knock down, but I’m going to do it. I am going to get my career back on track by defeating the three of you and I am going to prove that none of you are simply ready to face a man like myself. You all are going to be examples of why no one should fuck with Shane Gates. To whoever is Answers World Champion after Reasonable Doubt, I suggest you watch this match because what I do to all three of these competitors will not compare to what I have in store for you.

(Shane Gates drops the microphone as “PEOPLE = SHIT” by Slipknot blasts through the speakers. Harlow Reichert and Shaker Jones look at Shane Gates in the ring with determination in their eyes. Ryan Wilson is still laid out on the mat as Shane still has the sinister, but determined look on his face.)

Deadprez: I don’t think that people are expecting for this fatal-4-way match to be anything on this card, but these four competitors are going to bring everything they have to offer for a chance to face the Answers World Champion at the Showdown after Reasonable Doubt.

Gavin Kirkland: If hearing all four of these Elitists and their reasons for winning this match wasn’t enough to make you give a shit about this match, I’m not sure what will be.

(Commercial break for Reasonable Doubt promoting the Fatal-4-Way Match! The winner faces the Answers World Champion at the Showdown after Reasonable Doubt!)

( Showdown returns from commercial break. ‘No More’ by Disturbed hits, and Constance Blevins walks out through the curtain to the stage noticeably alone, carrying her EAW Tag Team Championship over her shoulder. )

( DING! DING! DING! )

Gina Romano: The following Beat The Clock Challenge contest is scheduled for ONE FALL!!! Introducing first, from Baltimore, Maryland, representing “HEAVENLY HELL”; she is 1/2 of the EAW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!!! COOOOONSTAAAAAAANCE BLEEEVVINNNNNS!!!

Deadprez: I feel like a lot of people are so focused on the challenge that faces Heavenly Hell come Reasonable Doubt, because they’re all speculating over what kind of team Lucas Johnson and Lance Blackfyre are going to be. What they SHOULD be wondering is what kind of team is Heavenly Hell going to be after tonight?

Gavin Kirkland: I like you’re thinking Prez, a case can be made that a grudge is bound to be kept between one Heavenly Hell member towards the other, considering the opportunity that this is for. What a cruel and dastardly stipulation to have these ladies compete under tonight, just one week before they have to work together in what will be their biggest challenge as a tag team yet!

Eve: … I’m gonna need a little bit more from Lance and Lucas before I call them Heavenly Hell’s “biggest challenge”, otherwise I agree. Blevins and Minerva are undergoing a major test period as partners and as individuals, and if they can keep it together through the thick of it they may emerge more successful and more revered than ever before!

( “Hell on Heels” by the Pistol Annies plays over the sound system. )

Gina Romano: Her opponent, from Savannah, Georgia; she is “The Steel Magnolia of Elite Answers Wrestling” … KKKENSIGTEEEEEENNNNNNN CALHOUN-ASTOR!!!!

Gavin Kirkland: Tonight’s episode of Showdown is sponsored by SUBWAY! Featuring the world’s best meat lovers footlong! Even better than the footlong I’d give a beautiful smoking hot blonde like KE-

Eve: LOOK OUT!!! KENSINGTEN TAKES DOWN AN UNSUSPECTING CONSTANCE BLEVINS FROM OUT OF NOWHERE! ASTOR TAKES BLEVINS BY THE HAIR, AND SENDS HER SHOULDER FIRST INTO THE STEEL RING POST! WHAT THE HECK IS THIS ABOUT?

( “Hell on Heels” cuts off, and Kensingten smiles as she is admonished by the referee. Constance Blevins is on the ring apron holding her shoulder, writhing in pain. )

Deadprez: Astor ain’t finished! Astor shoos away the referee and starts beating punches over the head of Blevins! Blevins reaches back tugging at her hair, and Astor with a SICKENING KNEE TO THE BACK OF THE NECK, knocking Connie Blevins off the apron and tumbling to the floor. The official rushes out of the ring to come to the aid of Constance Blevins – she might be injured right now out here! She may have to forfeit the Beat The Clock Challenge as it is! More on this when we get back!

( COMMERCIAL BREAK – Including an advertisement for the upcoming “Wicked Games” FPV hosted by Sunday Night Voltage! LIVE! From the brand new, state-of-the-art Chase Center in San Francisco, California! )

( Return to Showdown: We see Kensingten Calhoun-Astor applying a nerve lock on the grounded Constance Blevins, putting pressure on the shoulder that she sent crashing into the steel ringpost before the commercial break. A timer on the corner of the screen reads “3:13” )

Eve: Special Sunday edition of EAW Showdown returns here in the filled to the gills Monterrey Arena, and as you can all see on the bottom of your screen here the Beat The Clock Challenge is underway with the first of two matches involving both respective members of Heavenly Hell. The team member to finish their match with a victory will go onto the upcoming Voltage FPV “Wicked Games” to meet Raven Roberts for the Universal Women’s Championship. Should both team members of Heavenly Hell win their matches, the person to seal the victory and have the quickest time doing so will be awarded the title bout.

Gavin Kirkland: But I don’t think Minerva or Constance Blevins foresaw their opponents taking matters into their own hands. Kensingten Calhoun-Astor clearly had no plans of being used as fodder for a Beat The Clock Challenge, and she took a proactive approach to make it as difficult as possible on Constance to come anywhere near the UWC! She converts her hold into a reverse wrist lock, and jams the knee into the kidneys for good measure.

Deadprez: You’ve got to admire Blevins for not backing down even though she’s at a clear disadvantage, the referee gave her the decision as to whether she wanted to continue this and during the break she made it very clear – she wants to keep going! Blevins doing her best to twist herself and turn in the direction of her opponent. She uses her free arm to send an elbow into the chest, turns while still sitting on her bottom, and sends Astor over with a grounded armdrag takeover. Blevins and Calhoun-Astor both rush up to their feet, but Calhoun-Astor takes Blevins back down with a running kick to the chest! Follows up with a leg drop over the face! She rebounds off the nearest ropes now, and catches her with a STANDING SOMERSAULT LEG DROP! Hook of the leg!

Ref: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNEEEEEEE!!! TWOOOOOOOOO-

Eve: Constance kicks out. Constance Blevins attempts to quickly roll out of the ring, but Calhoun-Astor catches her by the head and shakes her head, warning her that she’s not letting her out of her sights. Calhoun-Astor has been completely in control! She sends Blevins into the corner, but Blevins looking to take the control back by countering the Irish whip! Calhoun-Astor hits the corner hard, stumbles out of it, and into the thrust kick to the ribs! Now a nice VERTICAL SUPLEX BACKBREAKER sending “The First Lady” into the knee! Blevins steps up and off the back of Calhoun-Astor while she’s seated, and rebounds off the ropes in front of her in order to SLAM A KNEE INTO THE FACE! Blevins collapses to a knee, favoring the right shoulder which has been worked on and picked apart before, during and after the commercial break. Calhoun-Astor uses the ropes to pull herself up, and Blevins comes after her before throwing some closed fist shots. Not exactly legal but arguably warranted.

Gavin Kirkland: Kensingten sends Connie into the corner, overpowering her, and sends a flurry of stomps into pretty much any open part of the body! Now Kensi’s taking the right arm and is bending it around the middle rope, forcing the referee to start his count!

Ref: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!

Deadprez: ROUGH stomp to that same arm for good measure! Constance Blevins rolls out of the ring favoring her bicep. That gives Calhoun-Astor plenty of ammo, equivalent to dangling a steak in front of a hungry hyena. Calhoun-Astor comes after Blevins and takes the arm only to SLAM IT OVER THE STEEL RING STEPS! The referee is ordering that they take the match back into the ring, but Kensingten’s got some other plans. She clocks Blevins with a European uppercut, and pulls her away from the steel steps despite having her eyes locked in on it… NOW SHE SENDS HER WITH ALL SHE’S GOT INTO THE STEPS, VIA THE IRISH WHIP!!!

Gavin Kirkland: LAST MINUTE SAVE FROM CONNIE! Baseball slide evasion stops the momentum in its tracks, and now she takes Kensingten down with a running lariat using the left arm!

( CLOCK: 5:22 )

Ref: THREE! FOUR!

Eve: Blevins sends Calhoun-Astor back into the ring before stepping up to the apron, waiting for Calhoun-Astor to recover. She does! SLINGSHOT SPEAR!!! FROM THE APRON INTO THE RING, PLOWING THROUGH HER OPPONENT! That turned Calhoun-Astor inside out, and she comes up scrambling over to the corner. Blevins meets her there, and puts her all into a series of short arm clothesline using the left arm this time instead of the right! The crowd counts along with each blow!

Crowd: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX!

Eve: Takes her out of the corner… SWINGING NECKBREAKER!!!

Deadprez: Calhoun-Astor pushes her out at the last second! Rushes up behind her! GERMAN SUPLEX!!!! Not so fast, Blevins lands behind Calhoun-Astor right on her feet like a cat, trips her to the mat with a drop toe hold and pounces right on her to snap in a CRIPPLER CROSSFACE! Great technique and sticktoitiveness from the Tag Champ who’s again noticeably out here without so much as a partner. Kind of telling if you ask me Eve?

Gavin Kirkland: Two ladies who rely on each other for their career success are now in a situation where it’s every girl for themselves! Blevins now is yanking back on the crossface!!! Calhoun-Astor is fighting for leverage, trying to get up from the ground while Blevins looks up and sees 6 minutes and 09 seconds on the timer up on the titantron.

( The submission struggle continues with Kensingten Calhoun-Astor ripping and clawing towards the ropes for another 20 seconds. )

Gavin Kirkland: Calhoun-Astor hammerfists at Blevins’ knuckles! Scratching herself! Clawing! She flings Blevins right off of her! Both ladies recover, NICE low dropkick from Calhoun-Astor to cut Blevins down. She tucks her opponent’s right arm between her legs, now a sitting anus slam into the arm!

Eve: …Excuse me?

Gavin Kirkland: Whatever that move is! Sitting hip thrust! Whatever the hell you nerds wanna call it, into the sore right arm and shoulder area! Calhoun-Astor turns Blevins over onto her back, and woooooow! HANDSTAND INTO A KNEE DROP RIGHT INTO BLEVINS SHOULDER! CONSTANCE BLEVINS SITS UP AND SCREAMS IN PAIN, BUT KENSINGTEN YANKS HER BACK TO THE MAT AND COVERS HER WITH A LATERAL PRESS, BODY WEIGHT APPROPRIATELY ON TOP OF THAT SENSITIVE SHOULDER!

Ref: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONEEEEEEE!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Deadprez: Very close near fall! Calhoun-Astor takes a moment to show off for the fans, as the sands of time slowly keep falling in the hour glass. It’s almost like she’s trying to purposefully kill time, and kill any chance Constance Blevins has of competing at Wicked Games in the process. Now she’s standing over Blevins and the self-professed Steel Magnolia of Elite Answers Wrestling yanks her opponent up with a full nelson! INTO THE FULL NELSON EXPLODER!!! SENDING CONSTANCE RIGHT ON HER NECK, THAT WAS DAMN DANGEROUS! Blevins rolling around favoring a possibly dislocated shoulder! Calhoun-Astor keeping the clamps down, hoisting Blevins up from the floor and setting her up to a seated position so that she’s on the top turnbuckle. AND SLAMS A SHOT INTO THE KIDNEYS! That’s got Blevins hanging upside down in a tree of woe position, hanging her up to drive. Calhoun-Astor takes up that right arm and YANKS IT TOWARDS HER OWN SELF, WHILE PRESSING THE BOOT AGAINST THE NEARLY DISLOCATED RIGHT SHOULDER!

Ref: THAT’S ENOUGH KENSINGTEN GET HER OUT OF THERE! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!

( Kensingten turns to the official to argue. )

Eve: Kensingten letting the referee hear it, but you’ve got to give her credit, she has been absolutely relentless from the onset of this match until now! Kensingten Calhoun-Astor backs away to clear way and create space, before taking off with a RUNNING KNEE INTO THE DRAPED UP BLEVINS!!! SHE CALLS THAT BARKIN’ UP THE WRONG TREE!!! GOT IT! Blevins drops to the floor, rolling a little bit and allowing Calhoun-Astor to perch herself up to the 2nd turnbuckle…. picking her spot wisely… lowering her knee pad and watching Blevins squirm with those cold, callous blue eyes. BEFORE LEAPING OFF! STUNNING FORM! SHOOTING STAR KNEE DROP!!!

Gavin Kirkland: CONSTANCE MAKES A TIMELY EVASION!!! KENSINGTEN’S KNEE JUST WENT CRASHING INTO THE FLOOR! YOUCH! Kensi scrambles up hobbling virtually on one foot, and Connie scoops her up into her arms and delivers a NICE FALLAWAY SLAM! WITH ONE GOOD ARM! Kensingten scrambles out of the ring, Constance Blevins turns to the audience firing them up despite having to favor her arm…. runs the ropes… charging back… SUICIDE DIVE COVERTED INTO A CROSSBODY!!! THAT WAS A FANTASTIC MOVE FROM OUR RAVEN HAIRED WARRIOR, LOOKING TO MEET RAVEN ROBERTS JUST TWO WEEKS FROM TONIGHT IN SAN FRANCISCO!

Deadprez: Blevins takes Calhoun-Astor back into the ring, no, on the apron! Laying her out so that her head and torso’s draped over the apron, before climbing up the apron herself…. and climbing up to the middle rope on the turnbuckle!!! BLEVINS DIVES OFF, AND PLANTS A DIVING LEG DROP TO THE CHEST OF CALHOUN-ASTOR!!! BLEVINS FOLLOWS KENSINGTEN BACK IN THE RING, IT LOOKS LIKE SHE MAY HAVE HER NUMBER!

Eve: Blevins waits for Calhoun-Astor to pull herself up to some slight semblance of a vertical base, only for her to take off from the corner with a SHINING WIZARD!!! CALHOUN-ASTOR DUCKS IT AND ATTEMPTS TO COUNTER WITH A ROLL UP!

Ref: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONE!!! TWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOO-

Eve: Kick out! Both ladies scramble, Blevins counters with a pinning bridge!

Ref: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONE!!! TWWWWWWWWW-

Eve: Kick out, the two recover, but Calhoun-Astor stumbles due to that badly banged up knee!!! OHHH!!! BLEVINS CAUGHT HER ACROSS THE NOSE WITH THE LOW SUPER KICK!!! TURNS HER INSIDE OUT, AND MOMENTUM TAKES HER BACK UP TO ONE KNEE! BLEVINS REBOUNDS OFF THE ROPES BEHIND HER! WHAM!!!! SHINING WIZARD!!!! BLEVINS IS FEELING IT, NOW SHE TAKES CALHOUN-ASTOR UP FROM BEHIND! SETTING HER UP! LIONESSPRIDE!!! PAIGE TURNER SLAMMING THE STEEL MAGNOLIA INTO THE RING, AND HOOKS BOTH LEGS WITH ALL SHE’S GOT!!!

Ref: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONE!!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

( DING! DING! DING! )

( CLOCK: 9:44 )

( ‘No More’ by Disturbed plays, and Constance Blevins gets up with a limp right arm and has her left one raised by the official. )

Gina Romano: Here is your winner with time to beat of 9 minutes and 44 seconds, COOONSTAAANNNCE BLEEEVVIIIIIIIINNNSSSSS!!!

( Minerva can be seen applauding Constance’s victory from a monitor backstage. )

Eve: Constance earning a nice big ovation from these fans who respect the hard work it took in order for her to pick up this victory. And look, even a little bit of fanfare from her friend Minerva.

Deadprez: :dahell: Minerva ain’t no friend. She didn’t even bother to come out and help, even while her own tag team partner was getting blindsided.

Gavin Kirkland: :wtf: Can you blame her? Would YOU have helped her?

Deadprez: :wtf: do you mean “:wtf:”? They got a whole tag team title match together next week, of course I’m gonna help her dawg.

Gavin Kirkland: :dahell:

Deadprez: :dahell: You a stupid muthafucka sometimes you know that?

Gavin Kirkland: no u

Eve: Well this got catty all of a sudden didn’t it? Nevertheless, a deserving victory from Constance Blevins who fought back from a severe disadvantage. Minerva had better be prepared to make quick work of arguably an even more difficult opponent in the main event later tonight.

(The scene fades into Albert Hitchman, Lucas Johnson and Lance Blackfyre backstage in the locker room. Lucas is doing some stretches before the big tag team match up next. Lance is looking like the big intimidating force he is and Albert seems to be in the middle of his lectures, but the audio doesn’t seem to pick up on it yet.)

Albert Hitchman: My Emperor, tonight is an important night for you. A victory over The ILLIONAIRES would be amazing for you and Lance going into Reasonable Doubt. The ILLIONAIRES are a team that Heavenly Hell have been dying to get a match against. But, we have the opportunity to face them before them. Why is that? Because Jenny Punk believes that you and Lance are nothing more than an appetizer before the main course. She believes that they’re throwing you and Lance in the ring against two men who she has promised to lead them into success. We just can’t let her win, my Emperor.

Lucas Johnson: That’s why we’re not going to let The ILLIONAIRES win, Albert. This entire week, I have been disrespected by Chris Elite. I have had my accomplishments being discredit and my failures being thrown in front of my face. They want to paint a picture of me being someone that is unable to get the job done. The more that progresses, the more it gets underneath my skin. They more I began to hate myself because I lost myself from the man I was when I carried the New Breed Division on my back back in 2017. Since that tragic day, I haven’t been able to recover and it’s been eating me alive on the inside. It pisses me off knowing that The ILLIONAIRES can prop themselves up to be in contention for the Tag Team Championships, but it seems like it won’t be Heavenly Hell they will face down the road. It’s going to be me and Lance Blackfyre. Chris Elite and Ahren Fournier made the biggest mistakes of their careers by being part of this match against Lance and myself. From interacting with Chris this week, it seems like he’s not the brightest person around here, but that’s what I expected clashing with him.

Albert Hitchman: You shouldn’t be taking Chris Elite’s words to heart, my Emperor. He’s the same peasant who hasn’t recovered from his World Heavyweight Championship loss. What gives him the right to tear down your accomplishments? Ahren Fournier is someone who puts as little effort as possible in his matches and yet, he expects everything to be handed to him. Chris Elite needs Ahren Fournier to get himself a championship again. Just like you need Lance, my Emperor. I know, you had aspirations to become PURE Champion and that’s still going to be in the cards, but we need to pride ourselves as opportunists and take whatever titles we can. Sure, The ILLIONAIRES are a nice, little tag team, but what separates us from The ILLIONAIRES and even those Heavenly Harlots? Well…

(Albert Hitchman slaps the back of Lance Blackfyre, which doesn’t startle the man, but it does manage to give Albert a death glare from The Omen of Destruction, which makes Albert uncomfortable.)

Albert Hitchman: The ILLIONAIRES and Heavenly Hell don’t have this Omen of Destruction. The same monster who took down both members of Heavenly Hell by himself. You let Lance do the heavy lifting at Reasonable Doubt, and those titles will become yours. Tonight, we need to display unison between these newly formed created by the evil genius like myself. The ILLIONAIRES have chemistry on their side and they could have the edge on us, but Jamie O’Hara and Cameron Ella Ava could be wildcards in this match as they’re on commentary, but the focus is not on them, my Emperor. The focus is on dismantling The ILLIONAIRES and then destroying what is left of Heavenly Hell at Reasonable Doubt.

Lucas Johnson: Sounds like a plan, Lord Hitchman. Thoughts, Sir Blackfyre?

Lance Blackfyre: You really take this Emperor shit seriously, huh?

Lucas Johnson: I am an Emperor, Lance. When you’re with me, you stock rises. You are held to a higher prestige. I do think this alliance will be the start of a beautiful friendship, Lance. Let’s start by dismantling The ILLIONAIRES and showing them that this tandem is nothing to joke about.

Lance Blackfyre: I agree, let’s rip them a new asshole.

(The three men shake their heads in agreement.)

Gavin Kirkland (in the background): EMPEROR JOHNSON AND LANCE BLACKFYRE TEAM UP TO FACE THE ILLIONAIRES AND IT’S UP NEXT!

(Commercial break for Reasonable Doubt promoting The ILLIONAIRES vs. Jamie O’Hara and Cameron Ella Ava.)

(Showdown returns from commercial break. The camera fades back to the arena where Gina Rina Romano is standing by. “Old Town Road” (Remix) by Lil Nas X ft. Billy Ray Cyrus hits to strong boos from the crowd as Lance Blackfyre steps onto the stage. “Old Town Road” dies down before being replaced by “Young and Bitter” by Hot Tag Media as Lucas Johnson walks onto the stage with Albert Hitchman by his side. His soaks in the jeers from the crowd, basking it in the negativity before making his way down to the ring with Lance Blackfyre behind him.)

Gina Romano: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL! Introducing first, at a combined weight of five hundred and seventy pounds!!! THE TEAM OF LANCE BLACKFYRE AND LUCAS JOHNSON!!!!!!!

Jamie O’Hara: Ladies and gentlemen, no, your TV’s are not broken, do not adjust. Cameron and I will be doing commentary for this upcoming tag team contest. Deadprez, Eve and unfortunately Gavin are on smoko, or break, or whatever you want to call it but we will be fair! We will be JUST! And there will not be bias in this call.

Cameron Ella Ava: I’m surprised they allowed us to do this. But you have to promise me you won’t just endlessly shit on these teams? I don’t want this to be the last time we’re allowed to do commentary because you can’t be professional!

Jamie O’Hara: I will make no such promise and I can be professional! Cameron, what do you think of this team of Lance Blackfyre and Lucas Johnson?

Cameron Ella Ava: Insufferable doesn’t even begin to describe both these men really but you know what? Good on them. They have a great tag team championship match at Reasonable Doubt and beating The ILLIONAIRES here tonight could do wonders for their momentum!

(“Money and Power” by Kid INK to a sea of boos from the crowd as The ILLIONAIRES, Chris Elite and Ahren Fournier walk out onto the stage with Ahren holding Jennipurr. The pair toy with the crowd’s response, taunting them and encouraging further boos as they head towards the ring.)

Gina Romano: And their opponents! At a combined weight of four hundred and twenty pounds! THE TEAM OF CHRIS ELITE AND AHREN FOURNIER….TTTTTHHHHHEEEEEEEEE IIIIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLLLLIONAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEESSSSSSSSSS!!!!!

Jamie O’Hara: Right now there’s two disappointments in this world. Firstly, I learned that Mexico doesn’t have Taco Bell. And secondly, it’s the cumulative success of the ILLIONAIRES as World Champions.

Cameron Ella Ava: ….

Jamie O’Hara: This is serious business Cameron. Disappointments are everywhere in life but no more than knowing that my life is a lie and seeing these two regressing back to…whatever this is.

Cameron Ella Ava: Have you really already ditched your promise of no bias and being fair?

Jamie O’Hara: These two want to blame ME for their own shortcomings and failures in War Games nearly two months ago? No, you know it, everyone knows it, THEY’RE DISAPPOINTMENTS AND SO IS TACO BELL.

(Chris and Ahren make their way to the ringside area, both locking eyes with Cameron and Jamie. Ahren contemplates handing Jennipurr to the announce table but hands her off safely to the timekeeper.)

Cameron Ella Ava: awwww, Jennipurr looks adorable!

Jamie O’Hara: I don’t trust cats, Cameron! Keep that thing away from me!

(Chris and Ahren slowly make their way around to their respective corner as the official calls for the bell)

(DING! DING! DING!)

Cameron Ella Ava: And we’re underway! The ILLIONAIRES back in action against the team of Lucas Johnson and Lance Blackfyre. Chris and Lucas starting it off with a brash, cocky grin dashed across the face of Lucas. A bit of a tag team affair heading into Reasonable Doubt! Lucas Johnson and Lance Blackfyre have a tag team championship opportunity against Heavenly Hell.

Jamie O’Hara: The ILLIONAIRES have made their Tag Team Championship aspirations no secret to the rest of the tag division. Beating Lucas and Lance tonight would remove any doubt they deserve a chance but it would be undeniable IF they were to beat us.

(Both Jamie and Cameron snicker, trying to contain their laughter.)

Jamie O’Hara: CAMERON. PLEASE. PROFESSIONAL!

Cameron Ella Ava: OOP, RIGHT! Both men in the ring begin to circle one another, looking for a key opening. Lucas quick on his feet, trying to catch Chris off guard but Chris steps to the side and drives Lucas up against the ropes; the forearm pressed across the upper chest, nearing the throat. And Lucas raises his hands, looking for the rope break.

Red: ONE! TWO!

Jamie O’Hara: And Chris quickly breaks the hold! Chris knows he has the upper hand against who he believes to be a much lesser Lucas Johnson whose arrogance is probably going to get the best of him.

Cameron Ella Ava: Chris backs away from the ropes, both hands raised in the hands– AND LUCAS SHOOTS OUT, OFF THE ROPES! Lucas floats behind Chris and wraps the arms around the waist but Chris quickly transitions, applies the waistlock and throws Lucas down to the canvas and quickly slides into the side headlock! Grounding Lucas on the canvas. The pressure being applied to the side of the head. But Lucas quickly responds, the need to get out of the hold. He shifts himself across and manages to roll Chris over onto his back shoulders for a pin!

Ref: ONE!

Jamie O’Hara: Chris immediately releases the side headlock and rolls out of the pin at the count of one. But both men quick to get back to their feet, both rising to a vertical base at about the same time but it’s Chris Elite with his finger on the pulse of the match just a bit more, immediately racing back towards Lucas Johnson and connects with the 44 Bulldog! Shotgun dropkick firing Lucas into the ropes and Lucas tumbles through the middle rope and to the outside!

(Lucas comes to a halt as he crashes into the announce table. Lucas quickly races back to his feet and looks down at the seated O’Hara)

Lucas Johnson (No Mic): DON’T GET IN MY WAY!

Jamie O’Hara: I DON’T EVEN GIVE A SHIT ABOUT YOU, YOU IDIOT.

Cameron Ella Ava: HANG ON! CHRIS ELITE IN THE RING! RACING ACROSS THE RING AS LUCAS TURNS AROUND; CHRIS DIVES OVER THE TOP ROPE! FOSBURY FLOP! CHRIS ELITE COMES CRASHING DOWN ON LUCAS JOHNSON! CHRIS LANDS ON HIS FEET!

Jamie O’Hara: I do give a shit about you though.

(O’Hara removes his headset as Cameron rises to her feet. Ahren Fournier comes racing around from the otherside of the ring; The ILLIONAIRES and Cameron Ella Ava and Jamie O’Hara stand, jarring back and forth between one.)

(The crowd roars in approval.)

(Lance Blackfyre comes crashing in and tears right through The ILLIONAIRES, sending both Chris and Ahren tumbling into the ring apron and ring steps. Cameron and Jamie sit back down at the desk and place the headsets back on)

Jamie O’Hara: Apologies for the lack of professionalism from The ILLIONAIRES just then but Lucas wasn’t exactly in a desirable situation even with Chris and Ahren distracted and Lance might just have saved his partner–

Cameron Ella Ava: HIS EMPEROR, JAMIE. HIS. EMPEROR!

Jamie O’Hara: He’s an emperor now?

Cameron Ella Ava: Well he was an Ace…

Jamie O’Hara: It’s better that we just let that die like other “Aces”.

Cameron Ella Ava: Lance drags Lucas back to his feet and rolls him back into the ring as Chris rolls back in himself! Lucas slowly rises back to his feet and makes his way over to his corner and he officially tags Lance into the match! The advantage of the match might just have slipped out of the hands of The ILLIONAIRES as Chris is slow to get back up but backs away into his own corner where Ahren is back on the apron with his hand clutching the rope. Ahren tags himself into this match, a little banged up but ready to go!

Jamie O’Hara: This match basically back to square one as Ahren with all the confidence standing toe to toe with the behemoth Lance Blackfyre. Height, weight, strength, power, so many advantages that Lance holds over Ahren but I don’t quite think he measures up in the amount of confidence that Ahren holds.

Cameron Ella Ava: If you find someone more confident in themselves than Ahren Fournier than go buy a lottery ticket! Ahren sizing up Lance and fires away with a forearm shot…which completely…utterly unphases Lance. Lance, beginning to laugh at the smaller man’s attempt but Ahren quickly silences it with a stiff punch right to the jaw! And a straight, unapologetic kick right to the shin! Lance buckles to a knee and Ahren takes his chance! Ahren charges towards the ropes and comes flying back with a running knee! Driven straight into the side of the skull of Lance Blackfyre!

Jamie O’Hara: Ahren immediately follows it up with neckbreaker! Lance is down on the canvas and Ahren quickly crawls into the cover!

Ref: ONE! TWO!

Cameron Ella Ava: And Lance kicks out! Ahren doesn’t quite know where to go from here; the massive mass of Lance Blackfyre makes it so difficult to apply any submission hold and the weight makes it difficult to hoist him up, above your head. But Ahren delivers a swift kick to the ribs, followed up by harsh, stiff kicks to the joints, to the limbs of arms, legs, trying to keep Lance on the canvas. Lance stirs on the canvas as Lucas barracks on the apron, pleading for his tag partner to get back to his feet and get back into the fight! But Ahren clutches the arm of Lance and splits the index and middle fingers! Oh no…

Jamie O’Hara: NO! NOT THE FINGERS! YOU SICK FUCK, AHREN.

Cameron Ella Ava: I think Lance heard your plea, Jamie! He wraps that baseball mitt-size left hand and delivers a stiff punch right to the mid section! Ahren stumbles back and away from Lance, letting go of his grip on the fingers. Ahren fires back with a kick but Lance catches it! He rises back to his feet with that foot of Ahren Fournier still in his grasp. Ahren swings wildly, both lefts and rights trying desperately to break free from the grasp of his larger and more powerful foe. Lance drags Ahren in towards him and swings wildly for a standing clothesline but Ahren ducks! No payoff for Blackfyre who loses his grip on Fournier! Ahren comes charging back towards Lance but Lance is quick to scoop him up and driving him emphatically back down to the canvas with a running powerslam! Fournier’s back arches in pain as Lance pins the shoulders.

Ref: ONE! TWO! THR–

Cameron Ella Ava: Ahren kicks out! Lucas stands on the apron cheering on his partner and requests the tag back in…

Jamie O’Hara: Look at this selfish flog. Lance is CARRYING this team and he wants all the glory! I never liked him, Cameron! Never!

Cameron Ella Ava: But you would think The ILLIONAIRES would be good enough to avoid this. What kind of GOAT gets flattened so easily by Lance Blackfyre?

Jamie O’Hara: Lucas is DEMANDING Lance tag him back in. Hitchman likewise driving his hands on the ring apron and Lance rises back to his feet. Lance hesitates for a moment before tagging Lucas back into the match!

Cameron Ella Ava: And that cocky, arrogant grin of Lucas Johnson is as evident, as reassured as I’ve ever seen it. Lucas slowly walks over to Ahren who’s still stirring on the canvas and delivers a penalty like kick right to the ribs. Not content with keeping him on the canvas, Lucas drags Ahren back to his feet and wraps the arms around the waist – BELLY TO BELLY! Hurling Ahren Fournier up, over the head and right into a vacant corner. Ahren again holds his back as Lucas rises back to his feet, proud of his control of this match to a chorus of boos from the crowd.

Jamie O’Hara: Ahren pulling himself back to his feet using the ropes! Thank goodness! But Lucas isn’t far behind, stalking him like poor, injured prey. Lucas pulls Ahren away and pulls him into the front facelock. Looking for a DDT but Ahren fights it with a punch to the ribs before driving Lucas right back into the opposite corner of the ring! Lucas’ back collides with turnbuckle and Lucas responds with clubbing forearm blows to the spine! Ahren winches and comes reeling away from the corner– LUCAS JOHNSON EXPLODES OUT OF THE CORNER WITH THE BIG CLOTHESLINE! IMMEDIATELY DROPPING INTO THE COVER.

Ref: ONE! TWO! THR–

Cameron Ella Ava: Ahren kicksout! Ahren immediately jolts himself up off the canvas, reaching out towards Chris Elite hoping he’d be just a bit closer, close enough to make a tag but Lucas fires a closed right fist over the head driving Ahren back down to the canvas. Some sense of frustration starting to emanate from Lucas Johnson who thought he had Ahren down for easy pickings. But there’s still fight left in the GOAT! He fires back with a slap across the face of Lucas! Lucas responds with a fist but Ahren catches it! Ahren pulls Lucas down to the canvas, rolls through and yanks Lucas back to his feet- BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX! Driving Lucas down to the canvas, Ahren might have just found the break he needed!

Jamie O’Hara: Both men back to their feet but Lucas seemingly with a step more in quickness and awareness. Both men meet in the center of the ring and Ahren connects with a forearm right to the jaw! It stuns Lucas and Ahren takes the opportunity to make it to his corner to tag in Chris Elite! Feeling of necessity setting in, Chris has been made a non-factor ever since Lance Blackfyre managed to turn the tide of the contest! But Lucas is there to cut him off, dragging Ahren back to the center of the ring and connects with a German Suplex!

(Lucas rises to his feet but the roar of the crowd distracts him.)

Cameron Ella Ava: Hang on, wait a second! It’s Minerva! She’s making her way down to the ringside area and Lucas Johnson has most certainly noticed!

(Minerva brushes past Albert Hitchman and proceeds to the ringsteps, looking down at Lucas’ crown and ring.)

Jamie O’Hara: She wouldn’t DARE desecrate Lucas’ royal attire!

Cameron Ella Ava: Royal attire? A ring pop is more valuable and respectable than that ring and the crown looks like the crown kids get from Burger King.

Jamie O’Hara: How DARE you Cameron! This man is an EMPEROR AND HE DESERVES RESPECT. OR SOMETHING. I DON’T KNOW.

(Minerva lifts the crown up above her head, locking eyes with Lucas in the ring.)

Cameron Ella Ava: Minerva places the crown of Lucas Johnson on her head and Lucas is LIVID in the ring! Albert Hitchman has lost it at ringside but Minerva isn’t paying any attention to him! Now she has the ring! The precious ring of this so called emperor but Lucas can’t do anything about it! He’s trying to keep Ahren Fournier grounded but he’s barely able to keep his composure as Minerva slides that ring on her finger! This is a Queen I can get behind :wow:

(Minerva admires the ring as she begins to walk away from the ringside area and up the ramp towards the back.)

Jamie O’Hara: Minerva’s leaving with Lucas Johnson’s royal crown and ring and Lucas Johnson has no idea what to do! He’s livid…AND HE’S FOLLOWING MINERVA UP THE RING! LUCAS JOHNSON IS COMPLETELY ABANDONING LANCE BLACKFYRE AS AHREN FOURNEIR FINALLY GETS THE TAG BACK TO CHRIS ELITE BUT THE STORY IS, LUCAS, WITH HITCHMAN, HAVE LEFT THIS MATCH! OI DICKHEAD, YOU HAVE A MATCH!

(The camera follows Lucas Johnson and Albert Hitchman as they make their way up the ring, frustrated and furious with Minerva. It cuts back to Lance Blackfyre standing on the ring apron)

Cameron Ella Ava: The referee is giving Lance the option to enter as the legal man or forfeit! I Don’t think there’s any doubt that Lance Blackfyre will do anything short of continuing to fight in this contest, to try and win it for his team. Lance enters the ring as Chris Elite readies himself in the opposing corner. Both men refreshed, both men ready to go but this has been reduced to a two on one handicap match!

Jamie O’Hara: He might not be a former World Champion, Cameron, but damn it Lance is a champignon and that’s got to count for something!

Cameron Ella Ava: A what?

(Jamie holds his thumb and index finger close together.)

Cameron Ella Ava: :wtf:

Jamie O’Hara: It’s a small mushroom…he’s got a tiny dick.

Cameron Ella Ava: OH…ew.

Jamie O’Hara: Nevermind, visible frustration sweeping across Lance, it isn’t because of what he’s lacking but rather for the situation he’s found himself in and he charges straight towards Chris Elite! But Chris with the speed manages to step aside and Lance catches himself on the turnbuckles before he collides with it. Chris dials up a RoundHouse kick connecting square on the side of the head! Lance stumbles for a moment but remains on his feet, still up on that vertical base albeit with the help of the ropes!

Cameron Ella Ava: But Lance knows the urgency of the situation and explodes away from the corner but Chris manages to once more step aside. Lance runs the ropes, coming charging back towards Chris– G.T.T.D! GO TO THE DENTIST! DRIVING THAT RUNNING BICYCLE KNEE KICK STRAIGHT TO THE JAW OF LANCE BLACKFYRE! LANCE STUMBLES BACK STUBBORNLY REFUSES TO GO DOWN TO THE CANVAS.

Jamie O’Hara: Nope! Instead he fires back, desperately looking to connect with the Superman Punch; Omen of Doomsday attempt with no payoff as Chris backs away and away from danger. Lance continues to close in on Chris Elite with a stumble, with a significantly slower pace. The wear and tear of being unable to amount enough offense with Chris Elite seemingly so easily picking apart the big man catching up with Lance Blackfyre.

Cameron Ella Ava: And it’s not getting any better, Chris calls Ahren back into the ring and now it’s both members of The ILLIONAIRES squaring off against Lance Blackfyre! The referee trying to object but Ahren completely disregards the official. Lance makes the first move, attempting the double lariat but both men duck beneath the tree trunk like arms. Lance turns – HEAD SHOT! PELE KICK RIGHT ON THE CROWN OF THE HEAD! Now Ahren floats behind Lance with the wristlock applied– CLIMAX! RIPCORD INTO THE KNEE STRIKE!

Jamie O’Hara: The absolute unit is down and he can’t tag out.

Cameron Ella Ava: Imagine abandoning your tag partner like Lucas did. Just imagine it. I could never.

Jamie O’Hara: Lance is down on both knees with The ILLIONAIRES circling like vultures ready to pick the carcass clean. Lance tries to shoot back to his feet BUT AHREN CUTS HIM OFF WITH ANOTHER RUNNING KNEE! LANCE STUMBLES, HIS EYES STARTING TO DRIFT INTO THE DISTANCE– BOX OFFICE SMASH! CHRIS ELITE JUST SUPERKICKED LANCE BLACKFYRE’S HEAD STRAIGHT INTO OBLIVION!

Cameron Ella Ava: STORY. BOOK. ENDING! AND AHREN FOURNIER JUST DROPPED THE GUILLOTINE ACROSS THE BACK OF THE NECK AND FINALLY PUTTING LANCE DOWN AND STRAIGHT INTO THE CANVAS! CHRIS ROLLS THE BIG MAN OVER FOR THE PIN!

Ref: OOOOONNNNEEEEEEE!!!!! TTTTTTWWWWWWOOOOOOO!!!! TTTTHHHHRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

(DING! DING! DING!)

(“Money and Power” by Kid INK plays as Chris rises to his feet and stands over Lance Blackfyre. The official steps in and raises both his and Ahren’s hands in the air victorious.)

Gina Romano: Here is your winners…THE TEAM OF CHRIS ELITE AND AHREN FOURNIER….TTTTTHHHHHEEEEEEEEE IIIIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLLLLIONAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEESSSSSSSSSS!!!!!

Jamie O’Hara: :wow: We should do this more often. We’re naturals at it.

Cameron Ella Ava: I know! Who would have thought we were going to be so goat at this? You know, we should do this every week!

Jamie O’Hara: Hang on…

(Chris and Ahren exit the ring and once again stand in front of the announce table. Jamie O’Hara and Cameron Ella Ava remove their headsets as the two teams bicker back and forth. The official slips out of the ring and tries to maintain some order but the announce table does a good enough job keeping the two teams at bay. Cameron picks up the headset by the microphone and holds it up.)

Cameron Ella Ava: Ladies and gentlemen, once again apologies for the lack of professionalism at the moment but we have two dropkicks going off in our faces. Congratulations guys, no, congratulations for beating Lucas Johnson and Lance Blackfyre, we’ll see you at Reasonable Doubt.

(Cameron drops the headset back to the announce table as the two teams continue to bicker and the camera fades elsewhere.)

(The scene fades into Jenny Punk on her new phone. Happily, Heavenly Hell haven’t set the phone on fire, but at least, the Showdown General Manager has that Apple Care. Jenny is pacing back-and-forth and it’s unclear what the conversation is about. The conversation stops as she hears a knock on her door; Jenny rolls her eyes, obviously not in the mood to be bugged, but she decides to get this conversation over with.)

Jenny Punk: (sigh) Come in!

(The door opens and it’s Showdown’s newest signee Dray Fontana! The crowd has a mixed reaction to him. Since being new, they’re not sure what to think of him just yet. Dray has a huge grin on his face, on a high from his dominant victory earlier tonight.)

Jenny Punk: What could you possibly want?

Dray Fontana: I was just getting a feel of the roster. After my dominating victory against Alexander Cage, I’m feeling fantastic. Tonight, I exposed Alexander Cage for what he is: the complete opposite of a role model. What kind of role model drowns himself in alcohol? What kind of role model looks like him? If his career is not declining at the moment, it should thanks to me. Jenny, I’m not going to be like the rest of the new signees that just wait for an opportunity to come to them. I want to make my own opportunities. I want in on the Reasonable Doubt card.

Jenny Punk: I’m sorry, but the show’s already booked and I’m not really in the mood to change the card.

Dray Fontana: Then, get me on the next card, Jenny. I refuse to sit on my ass and do nothing.

Jenny Punk: I’ll see what I can do to keep you busy next week, but anyone in particular that you wanted to face on the Showdown after Reasonable Doubt?

(Dray Fontana ponders.)

???: Jenny, just the person that I was looking for!

(Jenny Punk sighs louder as the voice is revealed to be Victor Jones, still pissed over his loss against Shane Gates earlier tonight. Victor’s EAW run so far hasn’t been good so far and if there was any chance that he could have gotten the victory, it was tonight. Victor is as hungry as Dray is at the moment. Victor has had enough with the losses and wants to do something about it.)

Victor Jones: Jenny, it’s not a hidden fact that my EAW career has been lackluster. Each time, I keep falling short. Someone like me shouldn’t be losing matches. Everything that I have built and created for myself never came from losing. But, I’m not a quitter. I never give up when things seem tough and I want to assure you and everyone that I don’t plan to quit. Earlier tonight, I showed Shane Gates that I’m not someone to be taken lightly. He needed to use his manager to help him win. That proves that he was intimidated by what I was capable of in the ring. But, I want the Showdown roster to understand that.

Jenny Punk: I do understand that, but much like Dray, I’ll see what I can do to keep you busy next week.

Dray Fontana: How about I face Victor on the Showdown after Reasonable Doubt?

Victor Jones: I think asking to fight me is a mistake, Dray. I understand though. You’re on a high. You feel like nothing is going to take you down. It’s a feeling that I experienced until my first match in EAW. Now, I’m just struggling to get a victory and that pisses me off. You shouldn’t want to challenge me in any matches because if you do that, you got another thing coming.

Dray Fontana: I bet you’ve said that to your opponents, but things haven’t worked in your favor, huh? It seems like you’re backing down from the challenge with these intimidation tactics.

(Victor Jones gets to Dray Fontana’s face.)

Victor Jones: I’ve never backed down from anything in my life and I don’t begin to now. You’re on.

Jenny Punk: At least, you’re making booking the next card easy for me. On the Showdown after Reasonable Doubt, it will be Dray Fontana versus Victor Jones!

(The crowd cheers for that announcement!)

Jenny Punk: Now, get out of my office.

(Dray Fontana has a smirk on his face as he brushes past Victor Jones, who looks over his shoulder with a determined look in his eyes. The scene fades elsewhere.)

( RECAP: Last week Amber Keys was put on trial, and forced to stand before multiple members of the EAW Board of Directors. Her verbal back and forths with HRDO, John Conning, Sarah Vaughn, Andy Dominguez and Jenny Punk is highlighted. She is given the chance to vent her frustrations on the wrongs done against her in the past, and she holds the company accountable for being complicit in the agenda against her between the years of 2007 and 2009. Things begin to take a turn when John Conning demands an apology to the Board of Directors and the ‘good people’ in the Egyptian Football League as well as the Egyptian Army. An unapologetic Amber Keys unleashed an attack on John Conning, sending him crashing into Sarah Vaughn after a nut shot. She also takes down Andy Dominguez and her former best friend, Jenny Punk, until she is chased out of the ring by HRDO. The final shot of the recap shows Amber backing away on the ramp appearing to be unapologetic – as an enraged HRDO looks on from the ring with a look that could kill. )

( Return to the arena. )

( “All It Takes For Your Dreams to Come True” by A Skylit Drive plays, evoking a tremendous ovation from the audience. Amber Keys walks out onto the stage dressed in an all black outfit, seeming surprised by the fanfare from the audience. She takes a second to soak it in, before shrugging it off and walking to the ring with a look of resolve in her eyes. )

Eve: Last week was one of the most moving moments I’ve seen take place here on Showdown, and I think the 180 this audience has done on their stance towards her confirms it. If she’s accomplished nothing else, she’s managed to sway at least some of the narrative about her by finally being allowed to give her side of the story.

Gavin Kirkland: Bleh. Still not a fan, and still not foolish enough to praise her considering the enemies she’s made..

Deadprez: You’ve got an optimistic take on this situation Eve, which is nice and all but… what good is it to change a narrative at the cost of your whole career? I just don’t see how Amber gets out of this situation better than she came into it. That’s a woman in the ring who’s on the proverbial gallows if you ask me. At this point her fate is in the hands of whoever has the task of dropping the blade.

( Amber’s music dies down. She stands in the ring with a microphone in hand, looking around at the audience clamoring for her. )

Amber Keys: “You’re finished, Amber.” “You’re done, Amber.” “You’ll never work in this business ever again, Amber.” That’s all I’ve been hearing, all week long that’s all people close to me have had to say to me. People who I thought were my friends, family even… none of them have any faith at all that I’ll be able to make it through this shit storm and reach all of the supposedly impossible goals that I set for myself. They threw every excuse in my face they could think of. Everything from how it’s “too late” for me. Something I always told myself to hold myself back until now. That it was too late to make up for all of the opportunities I’ve lost and all of the trauma I’ve had to deal with, and that I should just move on with my life. Or in other words, give up.

Even the closest people to me see this as some sort of doomsday scenario for me, and maybe it is. Maybe this is the end of my professional livelihood as I know it. Maybe Ryan isn’t the same man who let me control his mind, heart and soul all those years ago. I could just be weeks, if not days away from his reckoning. Well if that’s the case, I guess it’s fitting that I’ve returned to where it all started. The old stomping grounds where I first made a name for myself 16 years ago… down here in Arena Monterrey.

( Amber smiles and nods. )

Amber Keys: I remember it vividly, I had my first main event match here as a part of Consejo Mundial de Lucha Libre. It was the first time in over a decade where female luchadores exclusively main evented in this very building. I won’t drag you all down memory lane with me, but being here really puts it into perspective how much I love this business. Even after all of the bullshit it put me through, I’m still passionate about this place just like any other EAW Elitist who busts their ass to create something special for all of you.

( The audience gives her a warm ovation. )

Amber Keys: Yeah, I’m selfish. I’m money hungry. I’m conceited. I’m kind of a bitch. But being in this company and in this business requires a sacrifice, and I’ve had to sit and watch for so many years as people got something in return for all of their sacrifices. I want the same damn thing. It’s very simple. We sit and watch men like Impact, Jamie O’Hara and Mr. DEDEDE sacrifice and lunge for opportunity and we respect them for it. But it’s different when I do it, because of this antiquated idea that women in wrestling are supposed to chip away at our goals and be quiet. Like we’re supposed to grovel for whatever crumbs these companies are willing to sprinkle in our hands for us to accept as moral victories. Fuck that. Screw you and your moral victories. I don’t want a piece of the pie, I want the whole fucking thing. I’ve EARNED IT, and I won’t take no for a goddamn answ-

( Flames emerge from the stage and “Monster” by Skillet hits, as HRDO walks out onto the stage with a very serious countenance. Amber Keys’ body language changes, as she prepares herself for potential combat. Her eyes never leave HRDO’s on his way to the ring, and when he enters he immediately requests a microphone be handed to him. His voice eventually cuts off his theme music. )

HRDO: That’s enough, that’s enough.

( HRDO receives a big mixed response from the fans. )

HRDO: Amber… I want you to understand something loud and clear.

( Amber Keys stands there expecting an ear beating, and expecting to be berated. )

HRDO: I have watched that whole thing out here last week over and over, at least half a dozen times. I’ve put a lot of thought into what you said, and you know what? If it’s worth anything at all, I’m sorry.

( Amber raises an eyebrow. )

HRDO: On behalf of this business, I’m sorry for what it did to you. I’m sorry you were pushed out of your rightful place here, I’m sorry all of your efforts were reduced to virtually nothing. I can’t even imagine having to endure that. To give your whole life to something that eventually ousts you and turns you out to be some sort of pariah. Looking at your situation made me look in the mirror and realize how graceful this business has been to me my entire career. I’ve never gone through the things you’ve gone through, and I hope to never be as wronged in life as you were all of those years ago. But you have to understand Amber… my hands are fucking tied from here on out. I consider you a peer, someone who I hold in the same regard as my own self. You deserve to be a Hall of Famer, multiple time World Champion, retired and on the beach with as many success stories to reminisce over as the likes of Ronn Banks and Mak. You are on that tier of legend in my opinion, that’s the honest truth.

But god damn it, you’ve fucked every possible chance at redeeming yourself or even moving on with your life. Your actions over the past number of weeks are going to haunt you forever. You are going to feel the ramifications for what you’ve done for the rest of your days, and you really don’t have anybody to blame for that other than yourself because god damn it Amber – murphy’s law is in full effect when it comes to you. There are multiple pending cases of litigation at your doorstep, you have powerful enemies at work and in hot pursuit to take you for everything you have. That doesn’t even include your verdict that you have coming for you tonight.

Amber Keys: I’m not scared of anybody’s damned verdict, especially not Ryan Adams. I know what he’s made of, I know what all of you are made of. I understand this industry like the back of my own hand-

HRDO: YOU THOUGHT you do, Amber. Perhaps once ago you did. But so much has changed since the Answers Wrestling Federation. This isn’t going to go away, even with your goal of becoming World Champion. Even if you caught lightning in a bottle and somehow managed to become World Champion, the game doesn’t end there. It becomes more complicated and more fucked as time goes on… why don’t you understand that?

Amber Keys: Listen I understand everything you’re saying-

“KILL A MUTHAFUCKA WITH THE MAGNUM 44”

( “Let It Go” by A$AP Ferg blares over the sound system, and Mr. DEDEDE walks out to the stage with the Answers World Championship around his waist. Dark shades cover his eyes, and he dons balmain jeans and a GAWDVERBS Live™ Tour t-shirt listing all of the upcoming event dates and locations. DDD hoists up the title at the center of the ramp, prompting pyro to fire up from the stage before he continues into the ring. He is handed a microphone after sliding into the ring, and continues to show off his title to the audience who give him a thunderous mixed ovation. His music eventually dies down, and he slowly circles the ring, forcing Amber to follow his every move lest she turned her back to him for one second. )

Mr. DEDEDE: That’s enough of the discussion. There is nothing to discuss. You’ve made your intentions very clear, Amber. Too clear, in fact. In fact, you’ve shown your entire hand unknowingly you dimwitted cumdumpster.

Amber Keys: (rolling her eyes) Name calling and pot shots out of the gate Ryan? You do realize you were calling this “cumdumpster” the love of your life, and the only woman who can ever satisfy your needs, right? You DO remember calling her incessantly crying and begging her not to leave you, and begging her to tell you that the rumors of her being with another man weren’t true, right? Are you sure this is the fight you want to pick with me?

Mr. DEDEDE: Hahaaah, I love it. You do realize the only victories you will ever be able to recount in your motherfucking life happened when you were 23 years old? Do you realize your entire worth as a human being came to a screeching halt right then and there and you have never come close to recovering since then? You literally hit the proverbial wall before you could even so much as a rent a fuckin car for yourself. All you need is a baby by some ain’t shit muthafucka and you’d be Jamie Lynn Spears with a shitty tit job. Understand this you fucking hag, you will die destitute, homeless and childless. You will be rendered to the same sad, washed up state as every has been broke down bitch in wrestling is rendered to before they eventually off themselves. A pill popping porn star with an OnlyFans account. That is your fucking future. NOT with this company’s wealth, riches, esteem and glory. No see all of that belongs to me. You chose your fate by fucking with me Amber, and the wages for your sins will be a fate worse than death itself. I promise you that.

Amber Keys: Sounds like a bunch of meaningless, empty filibustering to me Ryan. I know your ego well enough to know that when your mind is set on something, there’s not a thing on earth that can make you consider any other possibility. There’s the actual truth and there’s your version of the truth. I’m not going to bother trying to change your mind. But if you were a fucking man you would settle this like a competitor and give me a shot at that thing right there –

( Amber points at DDDs waist. )

Amber Keys: And no I’m not talking about that stubby little dick of yours, that’s what I had MOP and Ronn for, Ryan.

Crowd: :damn:!!!!

Mr. DEDEDE: :rolling_eyes: Ain’t nothing more pathetic than a bitter ass ex when she gets on her soapbox. Jesus you jaded hoes are so fucking corny.

Amber Keys: Yeah and so were you in bed. I see that hasn’t changed, considering your current wife acts like she needs dick in her life. How long before The Mauler is biting another man’s penis, Ryan?

Mr. DEDEDE: Alright bitch you aren’t going to bait me into a semantics back and forth, just so you can justify your smut behavior with blatant lies. I don’t give two fucks about the old days, we’re here to discuss the end of YOUR days, which is coming by my hands whether it’s a part of your agenda or not. This suicide mission shit eventually is going to have to meet its final destination, I’m sure you knew that to begin with so it should really come as no shock whatsoever. But I’m here to tell you that your final destination is sooner than you think. In fact it’s in seven nights from tonight, at the 11th annual REASONABLE DOUBT.

Amber Keys: Now we’re talking. You gonna put that title on the line, right?

Mr. DEDEDE: You’re fucking right I am, you know me well enough to know that I always prefer to raise the stakes. But you’re going to put something on the line too, you do realize that.

Amber Keys: Oh yeah? And what’ll that be?

Mr. DEDEDE: I’ll be wagering my Answers World Championship. You’ll be wagering your EAW contract. You versus Me. Title versus Career.

( The crowd responds in bewilderment. The graveness of DDD’s proclamation sets in, and Amber stares daggers through a man who is staring daggers right back. )

Amber Keys: Figured as much. Career vs Title. That’s my sentencing and verdict?

Mr. DEDEDE: Negative, bitch. At Reasonable Doubt it’s you against me, title vs career. Those are the ground rules, but they’re far from your verdict. Your career is going to end regardless Amber, you have never been and will never be superior to me in any way shape or form – in life, in business, in the ring. But I’m going to make sure that when your EAW career comes to an end, there’s no possible fucking chance of you crawling over to some barnyard federation, or back down here in this shitheap country that we used to call our stomping grounds.

( The crowd gives DDD thunderous boos. )

Mr. DEDEDE: Because I’m going to fucking break you. I’m going to rip your spirit out of your body and throw it into the furnace. They’ll carry your body out of that arena but your dreams, and your hopes, and your spirit will remain locked in a dungeon – burning for eternity. You will be consumed, spat out and consumed again for the remainder of your miserable fucking existence. Because at Reasonable Doubt you and I will meet… INSIDE HELL IN A CELL.

( DDD drops the mic, and “Let It Go” hits on the sound system again before DDD takes his leave. HRDO stands by solemnly in the background, and Amber Keys stands there with her entire face turned beet red, shaking at the seriousness of what’s just been announced, but still standing her ground and determined as ever. )

Gavin Kirkland: Oh………….dear……….God.

Deadprez: Wow. I mean – wow. You talk about a nightmare.

Gavin Kirkland: Just picture yourselves in this scenario. Imagine waking up one day and finding out that you have to meet Mr. DEDEDE in the main event of an FPV for the Answers World Championship inside HELL IN A CELL, with your CAREER on the line!

Eve: I’m sure most people would deem that to be an “impossible scenario”, but Amber Keys had to have known it wasn’t going to be easy by any stretch of the imagination. For Amber Keys it’s very simple, she has to treat this upcoming match as a must win situation.

Deadprez: You say that like it’s another day at the office Eve. It’s so much more removed from that. I don’t want to hope for the worst, I try to be optimistic when it comes to people’s livelihoods. But this entire arena, even HRDO all look like they just witnessed a death sentence. And for all intents and purposes that’s exactly what we just saw.

( Amber Keys continues to watch DDD walk up the ramp, and in her mind she is processing the ramifications of a Hell in a Cell match against him. Her face tells the story, she understands how difficult of a task she is faced with, but she believes in herself enough to march willingly into the T-Mobile Arena and give everything she has. Losing battle or not. )

(Commercial break for Wicked Games promoting Charlie Marr defending the EAW Championship against Ms. Extreme in Barbed Wire Massacre III.)

( Showdown returns from commercial break as “It Follows” by Cane Hill blasts through the speakers. The crowd gives Xander Payne a negative reception as Xander sticks his arms out and takes in the reception for the crowd. Xander could care less about the reaction. At least, they’re reacting and paying attention to him!

Gina Romano: THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS BEAT THE CLOCK CHALLENGE WITH THE TIME OF 9:44 TO BEAT! INTRODUCING FIRST…FROM BRAMPTON, ONTARIO, CANADA…WEIGHING IN 255 POUNDS… HE IS “THE PAYNEKILLER” … XAAAANNNNNNNNDDDDDDEEEEERRRRRRRRRR PAAAAAYYYYYYNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

Eve: Here is the man that will be facing Darkane at Reasonable Doubt next weekend! Xander is looking to take his place as the new intimidating force of this brand and company. For his opponent, she is an intimidating force herself, but I don’t expect for Xander to have an easy time with Minerva!

Gavin Kirkland: 255 pounds still doesn’t seem right to me, but Xander Payne has signed a death wise by accepting Darkane’s challenge on Showdown last week! If Xander can somehow pull the miracle of the century and defeat Darkane, I will never make another fat joke towards him again.

Deadprez: Nah, you’ll still make them jokes.

Gavin Kirkland: Yeah, you’re right.

(“It Follows” dies down as Xander Payne is waiting in the ring for Minerva. “Children of the Son” by Pipe Choir plays through the speakers as the crowd gives somewhat of a positive ovation for Minerva who walks out with the Unified Tag Team Championship on her shoulder and the gypsy chain in her other hand. Minerva is looking towards Xander’s way in the ring.)

Gina Romano: INTRODUCING HIS OPPONENT…REPRESENTING HEAVENLY HELL … FROM COYOTE FLATS, TEXAS… SHE IS ONE-HALF OF THE ELITE ANSWERS WRESTLING UNIFIED TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS… “THE GYPSY MOTH”… MINNNNNEEEERRRRRRRRVVVVVAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!

Gavin Kirkland: Constance Blevins was successful in defeating Kensingten Calhoun-Astor earlier tonight and now, her partner is going to do everything in her power to beat that time and crush Constance’s dreams of facing Raven Roberts at Wicked Games! Do you think if Minerva wins will Constance hold it against her?

Eve: Those two are best friends, sisters and tag team partners all wrapped in one! I don’t see whoever wins this Beat the Clock Challenge to start the downfall of Heavenly Hell. I believe Constance and Minerva know the game that Jenny Punk is trying to play with them and they are here to prove that it’s not going to work with them.

Deadprez: They not only have to think about the possibility of becoming Universal Women’s Champion, but they have a title defense at Reasonable Doubt against Lucas Johnson and Lance Blackfyre! They need to focus on keeping those titles on their waist before considering adding more gold to their collection!

(DING! DING! DING!)

[9:44]

Eve: Our main event is underway! Minerva’s eyes are on the clock and the time to beat! This is one of the instances where she should be focused on the time, but that can’t be her only focus on this match! Xander Payne really has nothing to gain or lose in this match! However, he would love nothing more than to pick up a victory here before his big match with Darkane at Reasonable Doubt!

Gavin Kirkland: My baby Minerva is going to get flattened like a pancake! :lupe: Eve, I don’t think that I can watch this match! Constance is going to need to go into their title defense alone!

Deadprez: Xander Payne has a size and height advantage over the Tag Team Champion! Let’s not forget that Heavenly Hell are the ones that ended The Wildcard’s title reign at Pain for Pride! I wouldn’t think that Xander was too angry about that since it seemed to work out well for him in the end!

Eve: Minerva launches herself towards Xander Payne with some rapid forearms, but they don’t stagger Xander back one bit! Before Minerva can throw another punch, XANDER MANAGES TO CATCH HER FIST BEFORE CONNECTING WITH SOME SORT OF TOP WRIST LOCK THAT TAKES THE CHAMPION DOWN TO HER KNEES! BUT, XANDER MANAGES TO GET MINERVA IN POSITION BEFORE CONNECTING WITH A SLEEPER SUPLEX! XANDER RACES FOR THE COVER!

Referee: OOOOOOOOOONE!!!!

Gavin Kirkland: The beautiful and eerie Minerva gets a shoulder up! Xander Payne gets Minerva back to her feet by her hair before throwing her head turnbuckle first! Minerva turns turns herself around as Xander goes charging towards her with a clothesline —

Deadprez: Minerva manages to jump to the top turnbuckle before getting Xander Payne in some sort of headlock before connecting with tornado DDT! Minerva is back to her feet and it looks like she is going to try to keep the bigger man down as much as she can! Minerva runs towards Xander before connecting with a running low dropkick that sends the former New Breed Champion to his back! However, Minerva manages to get Xander back into a seated position before connecting with a series of shoot kicks to the back of Xander’s head! After delivering one last shoot kick to the back of Xander’s skull, Minerva takes a couple steps back! She has an evil smirk forming on her face before running towards Xander!

Eve: Minerva just connected with a wicked knee strike to the back of Xander Payne’s head! Xander, still in a seated position, leans forwards as Minerva jumps in front of him before connecting with a sliding forearm that take Xander down! Minerva goes for the cover right there!

Referee: ONE!

Gavin Kirkland: XANDER PAYNE PROVING TO BE A BIG PROBLEM AS HE MANAGES TO SHOVE MINERVA OFF OF HIM! MINERVA IS BACK TO HER FEET AS SHE PROCEEDS TO STOMP THE LIVING HELL OUT OF XANDER! SHE’S REALLY NOTHING TO GIVE XANDER ANY ROOM TO GET BACK TO HIS FEET! I THINK IT’S A PRETTY SMART STRATEGY FROM THE CHAMPION! LOOK AT THIS, EVE AND DEADPREZ! IT SEEMS LIKE MINERVA IS GOING FOR OWL OF MINERVA, THE CATTLE MUTATION ON THE PAYNEKILLER! SHE COULD BE LOOKING FOR A QUICK WIN RIGHT THERE!

Deadprez: No! Xander Payne is refusing for that submission move to be locked in! Just as Minerva was locking in the cattle mutation, Xander manages to rise back to his feet and flip Minerva onto his back! GORY SPECIAL ON MINERVA AS THAT TAKES THE CHAMPION DOWN! XANDER BEGINS TO MOUNT THE GYPSY MOTH WITH SOME STUFF PUNCHES TO HER SKULL! XANDER TRANSITIONS THOSE PUNCHES INTO ELBOW SHOTS TO HER SKULL! XANDER BEGINS TO APPLY A HEADLOCK IN AN ALREADY DOWN MINERVA! MINERVA IS ATTEMPTING TO PUSH HERSELF OUT OF THIS HEADLOCK AS XANDER GETS ON ONE KNEE, BUT HE STILL HAS THAT HEADLOCK APPLIED TO THE UNIFIED TAG TEAM CHAMPION! XANDER IS NOW TRYING TO MAKE SURE THAT MINERVA STAYS DOWN!

Eve: MINERVA IS TRYING TO GET HER HANDS NEAR XANDER PAYNE’S FACE! MINERVA IS USING HER SHARP NAILS TO DIG INTO XANDER’S EYES AS THAT SEEMS TO HELP GET THE HEADLOCK OFF OF HER! XANDER TRIES TO CHECK ON HIS EYES AND MAKES SURE THAT NOTHING WEIRD IS COMING OUT OF HIS EYES AS MINERVA TRIES TO BUY SOME TIME FOR HERSELF! The referee is trying to warn Minerva not to rake Xander’s eyes or he’ll have to disqualify her! Minerva cannot afford to get herself disqualified in anyway possible! Xander Payne and Minerva resume their match as the two Elitists lock up, but Minerva tries to go for a wrist lock on the former New Breed Champion!

Gavin Kirkland: But, the bastard Xander Payne manages to use some of his strength to strike an elbow towards Minerva’s face before picking up our Gypsy Moth and flipping her in front of him! Minerva crashes onto a seated position! XANDER RUNS BEFORE DELIVERING A CROSSBODY TO AN ALREADY SEATED MINERVA! MY DEAR LORD, HE MIGHT HAVE CRUSHED THE POOR WOMAN! GET OFF OF HER, XANDER! XANDER PICKS UP MINERVA ALMOST LIKE SHE’S SOME SORT OF RAG DOLL AND PUSHES HER TOWARDS THE HORIZONTAL ROPES! MINERVA REBOUNDS OFF THE ROPES, HOPING TO SHIT THE MOMENTUM BACK TO HER SIDE, BUT XANDER DELIVERS A NASTY LOOKING SHOULDER BLOCK TO THE CHAMPION! MINERVA IS DOWN BEFORE XANDER FOLLOWS THAT UP WITH A STANDING ELBOW DROP TO MINERVA’S CHEST! XANDER STAYS THERE FOR THE COVER!

Referee:OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONE!!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Deadprez: Minerva manages to kick out! She is still alive and kicking in this match, but as we look back at the time, she is going to need to find some way to pull this entire thing off! Xander Payne gets Minerva back to her feet before connecting with a snap suplex! MINERVA’S BACK LANDS ON THE CORNER AT THE SAME TIME! XANDER TAKES A COUPLE STEPS BACK BEFORE RUNNING TOWARDS THE CHAMPION — CANNONBALL SENTON ON MINERVA!

Eve: Xander Payne might as well flattened Minerva with the cannonball senton! Xander gets Minerva by her hair and begins to apply a bear hug on her! Xander is looking at the time and it seems like he has no issue with the time! He really doesn’t need to try to win this match! He just needs to be in this match long enough to make sure that Minerva doesn’t go along to face Raven Roberts at Wicked Games! Xander is trying to increase the pressure onto the headlock as Minerva begins to show some fighting spiriting and using her fists to punch herself out of the bear hug! Minerva can sense how much trouble she is at the moment! Minerva is using those elbows and jabbing them onto Xander’s left shoulder! She is looking for some way out of the bear hug before she passes out!

Gavin Kirkland: Xander Payne hoists up the Unified Tag Team Champion in a powerbomb position! He’s heading towards the turnbuckle! Turnbuckle powerbomb on Minerva! Minerva drops forward, but Xander manages to follow that turnbuckle powerbomb with a discus forearm to Minerva! Minerva gets knock down to her knee before Xander connects with a superkick! Come on, Minerva! He may be 400 pounds bigger than you, but you have intelligence on your side!

Deadprez: I don’t think that she can hear you, Gavin, but Xander Payne has Minerva by one of her legs! What in the world is he going to do next? He’s going to apply a sharpshooter on Minerva! Could this be enough to make the champion submit?

Eve: ARE YOU CRAZY, DEADPREZ? MINERVA CAN’T QUIT! MINERVA WOULD LOVE NOTHING MORE THAN TO MOVE ONTO WICKED GAMES AND FACE RAVEN ROBERTS FOR THE UNIVERSAL WOMEN’S CHAMPIONSHIP! XANDER FULLY APPLIES THE SHARPSHOOTER AS YOU CAN SEE THE LOOK OF PAIN ON MINERVA’S FACE! MINERVA IS TRYING TO STRETCH HER ARMS OUT AND GRASP ONTO THE BOTTOM ROPE, BUT XANDER’S WEIGHT IS MAKING IT DIFFICULT TO MOVE AROUND!

Gavin Kirkland: Xander Payne’s weight makes it difficult for him to move around! I can’t imagine how Minerva is feeling at the moment! My precious Minerva is a fighter and there’s no way that she is going to submit here! Minerva knows what’s on the line! This is one of the first times that Minerva has been placed in a position on the top card! Normally, she feels like she’s in the spot for the expense of others, but this is the first time that she’s on the spot because of her talents and abilities! Minerva and Constance are damn good and the entire world should know about it! Come on, Minerva!

Deadprez: Minerva manages to grasp onto the bottom rope as Xander Payne needs to release the hold now!

Referee: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! LET GO, XANDER!

Eve: Xander Payne release the sharpshooter as Minerva rolls herself out of the ring! I’m not sure how smart of a decision that was for her! The more time that Minerva spends out of the ring, the more time that she’s wasting that she could use to put Xander away! Xander Payne exits the ring as he manages to get a good hold of Minerva! He grabs Minerva by her hair and swings her head towards the hard part of the apron, but Minerva manages to stop her head from colliding against the apron! She delivers a back elbow to Xander’s face! MINERVA GETS ON THE APRON BEFORE JUMPING OFF THE APRON AND CONNECTING WITH A LOU THESZ PRESS ON THE PAYNEKILLER! MINERVA WITH SOME FIERY PUNCHES TO XANDER PAYNE’S FACE! MINERVA NOT BACKING DOWN FROM THIS FIGHT AT ALL! SHE GETS HERSELF BACK TO HER FEET BEFORE GETTING XANDER BACK TO HIS FEET —

Gavin Kirkland: Xander Payne shoves Minerva towards the hard part of the apron, but Minerva is not backing down as delivers a forearm to Xander’s forehead! Minerva gets underneath Xander’s legs before following that with a drop toehold! Xander’s forehead goes bouncing against the hard part of the apron! Minerva rolls herself back inside the ring and demands for the official to begin counting!

Referee: ONE!… TWO!… THREE!… FOUR!…

Deadprez: This may not be the idea victory that Minerva could have wanted, but if it gets her a shot at the Universal Women’s Championship at Wicked Games! She is going to do that for sure! It won’t bug her two much! A VICTORY WILL BE A VICTORY TO HER! YOU CAN SEE MINERVA CONSTANTLY LOOKING AT THE CLOCK! THE TIME IS 5:53 AND SHE IS DEMANDING FOR THE OFFICIAL TO COUNT FASTER!

Referee: FIVE!…SIX!…SEVEN!..

Eve: Xander Payne is back to his feet as he slides underneath the ring! This match continues as Minerva proceeds to stomp on Xander’s back! Minerva talks a couple steps back as she stalks Xander back to his feet! Minerva runs towards Xander — RUNNING SWINGING NECKBREAKER ON THE FORMER NEW BREED CHAMPION! XANDER DOESN’T DROP ALL THE WAY DOWN! MINERVA GETS XANDER IN AN INVERTED FACE LOCK POSITION! TWILIGHT!!! TWILIGHT ON XANDER PAYNE! MINERVA CONNECTS WITH THE INVERTED FACE LOCK AND FOLLOWS THAT UP WITH AN ELBOW DROP! MINERVA GOES FOR THE COVER!

Referee: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONE!!!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

[3:00]

Gavin Kirkland: Xander Payne kicks out at two! Minerva is looking at the clock and she has three minutes remaining in this match! At this point, Minerva should be looking for anyway to win the match! Minerva gets Xander back to his feet! It seems like Minerva is going to look for some way to put Xander down! Xander is kinda heavy for Minerva to connect with the TPK, so she is going to need to look for something else in her arsenal to do that!

Deadprez: Xander Payne shoves Minerva— BLOODY NOSE! DISCUS PALM STRIKE TO MINERVA’S NOSE AS THAT SENDS HER DOWN! XANDER ROLLS HIMSELF OUT OF THE RING AS THE REFEREE IS YELLING FOR XANDER TO GET BACK INSIDE THE RING!

Eve: INSIDE THE RING, WHAT IN THE HELL?!?!?!

Gavin Kirkland: FEEL THE PAIN!!!!!! THE JUMPING CUTTER BY LUCAS JOHNSON AS HE TAKES DOWN MINERVA!!! LUCAS JOHNSON TAKES DOWN MINERVA AS HE ROLLS HIMSELF OUT OF THE RING!!! LUCAS IS TRYING TO MAKE THE OFFICIAL NOT SEE HIM RINGSIDE! NOT LIKE THIS, XANDER! TWO MINUTES REMAIN ON THE CLOCK! XANDER ROLLS HIMSELF INSIDE THE RING AND HOOKS THE LEG ON MINERVA! XANDER IS GOING TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF WHAT LUCAS DID!

Referee: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONE!!!! TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!

Deadprez: WHAT IN THE HELL!?!?!?!?!?

Eve: MINERVA JUST KICKED OUT!!!!!!!

Gavin Kirkland: I AM SPEECHLESS! XANDER PAYNE IS LIVID! LUCAS JOHNSON IS HIDDEN NEAR THE STEEL STEPS AS HE SEEMS TO BE IN SHOCK! MINERVA KICKED OUT AND XANDER IS LOOKING TO PUT AN END TO MINERVA! XANDER PAYNE GETS MINERVA BACK TO HER FEET BEFORE PUSHING HER TOWARDS THE ROPES! MINERVA REBOUNDS FROM THE ROPES —

Deadprez: Last Sedation — pop up powerbomb on Minerva!

Eve: NOOOOOOOOO!!!! MINERVA MANAGES TO LAND ON HER FEET! MINERVA CONNECTS WITH A PUNCH TOWARDS XANDER’S FACE!! XANDER FALLS TO HIS KNEES —

Gavin Kirkland: IT’S THE EMPEROR AGAIN! LUCAS JOHNSON SLIDES HIMSELF INSIDE THE RING AND STANDS BEHIND XANDER PAYNE! HE TRIED TO COST MINERVA THE MATCH A FEW MINUTES AGO, BUT THE ATTEMPT WASN’T SUCCESSFUL AT ALL! Minerva and Lucas are staring down with one another! Lucas doesn’t look like he’s trying to hit Minerva, but with a minute remaining in this match! Minerva is telling for Lucas to get the hell out of the ring! Lucas can have Heavenly Hell at Reasonable Doubt, but tonight is for Wicked Games! Minerva is looking pissed as she’s looking at the time! Less than thirty seconds…

[0:29]

Deadprez: THE DARK ON LUCAS JOHNSON!!!!!!

Eve: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! THE DARK SPRAYS ON XANDER PAYNE!!! THE OFFICIAL SAW THAT AND IS RINGING FOR THE BELL!!!

(DING! DING! DING!)

(Minerva is looking at what she did with panic in her face. Normally calm, Minerva just cost herself an opportunity to face Raven Roberts for the Universal Women’s Championship. Lucas Johnson is sat on the bottom of the ramp with a huge smile on his face! Minerva is angry and heartbroken of herself. It was one wrong move and it cost her a chance to be a double champion.)

Gina Romano: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH…BY DISQUALIFICATION…XANNNNNDDDDDDDEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR PAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!

Gavin Kirkland: It was one wrong move by Minerva, which disqualified her from this match! Due to that disqualification, Constance Blevins moves on to face Raven Roberts at Wicked Games!

Deadprez: Minerva is pissed off at the moment! I think she wants nothing more than to beat the living hell out of Lucas Johnson!

(Lucas Johnson stands himself up as he has an evil smirk on his face. The crowd gets louder knowing that something is rushing behind him!)

Eve: CONSTANCE BLEVINS TACKLES LUCAS JOHNSON WITH A SPEAR AND TAKES HIM DOWN! CONSTANCE GETS LUCAS AND ROLLS HIM INSIDE THE RING! Minerva begins to stomp on Lucas before Constance rolls herself inside the ring and joins in on the fun! Minerva gets her gypsy chain that was at a corner! LUCAS FINDS HIMSELF IN A CRAWLING POSITION AS MINERVA SWINGS THE GYPSY CHAIN ONTO THE SPINE OF LUCAS! LUCAS FALLS DOWN! MINERVA CONTINUES TO SWING THE GYPSY CHAIN ONTO LUCAS’ SPINE! MINERVA IS NOT HOLDING BACK WHATSOEVER! LUCAS FINDS HIMSELF TO HIS KNEES, BUT BOTH MEMBERS OF HEAVENLY HELL DELIVER A DROPKICK TO THE EMPEROR HIMSELF! Lucas falls to his back as Constance gives out a battle cry! Constance springboards off the ropes! Minerva grabs Lucas by the neck and connects with a reverse DDT! Fly Then Fall on Lucas!

Gavin Kirkland: HEAVENLY HELL JUST TOOK THE EMPEROR DOWN! WHERE IS LORD HITCHMAN? WHERE IS SIR BLACKFYRE???

(Heavenly Hell is admiring their work in the ring as the crowd gets rowdy as Lance Blackfyre makes his way towards the ring, Albert Hitchman is following Lance! Heavenly Hell is aware of what happened the last time they were in the same ring as Lance.)

Deadprez: Heavenly Hell exit the ring as Lance Blackfyre makes his presence knowing in the ring! Heavenly Hell is making their way up the ramp as they look at Lance inside the ring! Heavenly Hell are the one standing tall, but I’m afraid of what kind of force Lance will be at Reasonable Doubt? All these questions? Who will walk out of hell with the Answers World Championship? Who will walk out with the PURE Championship? Who will walk out with the opportunity to face the Answers World Champion at the Showdown after Reasonable Doubt? Who is going to walk out with the Tag Team Championships?

(Minerva and Constance Blevins are standing on top of the ramp. Both members of Heavenly Hell are talking to each other before embracing. There was going to be no hard feelings on whoever won the Beat the Clock Challenge. The love and respect for each other was never going to disappear. Sure, it may sting for Minerva to lose, but she refuses to take this moment away from Constance. Minerva gets Constance’s wrist and raises her hand up, solidifying her as the victor of the Beat the Clock Challenge. Heavenly Hell stands as a united force as they look down Lance Blackfyre and Lucas Johnson who is recovering in the ring.)

(The camera pans to Xander Payne walking backstage as he’s getting The Dark mist from his eyes. It’s a shame that things ended the way they did, but it wasn’t anything that he wasn’t able to control. Instead, he’s in better shape going into his match against Darkane, so he considers that a blessing in disguise. Xander isn’t watching where he is going before he bumps into something in front of him. Xander tries to get the mist from his eyes before looking at what’s in front of him.)

Xander Payne: What do you want, Darkane?

(The camera focuses on Darkane with a cocky smirk on his face. He looks down to up at Xander Payne, not really impressed, but amused with what happened to Xander out there. Darkane shakes his head.)

Darkane: Reasonable Doubt is going to be so easy.

(Darkane brushes shoulders aggressively with Xander Payne as he makes his way past him. Xander looks back at Darkane and shakes his head.)

Xander Payne (mutters): Time to send you to the same place where I sent Myles, Darkane.

(EAW logo buzzes.)

Voltage 11/3/19

Elitist of the Month (October 2019)