House Party (May 11, 2020) - Full Show

Stephen Romero Arrives at Austin Balandran's Mansion
We open our scene, as we’re out in an isolated, gorgeous bit of wilderness, isolated except for one huge exception, a very lavish gold and white mansion with it’s gold gates at the entrance. We then see a rather out of place looking object drive near the gates, a very unfancy appearing green jeep. A bit before the gate, security guards on the premises instruct the jeep to stop, which it does, as we switch our view to a first person one from inside the jeep as the driver’s side window is rolled down.

Guard: Sir, if you could lower your sunglasses so we could identify you that'd be appreciated

The camera then changes to the guards pov, where we see a man who is clearly Stephen Romero, who appears to be attempting to disguise himself by wearing sunglasses.

Romero: Sorry, I had issues with them falling off so I glued them on and now I can't get them off, now can I get through?

Guard: Hmmm…..I get the feeling I'm getting one pulled over me.

Romero: No sir, just looking to pay a good friend a visit!

Guard: Say, why would our good sir Balandran be friends with someone with a ride like that….and say, you look familiar too…

Romero: I keep all my expensive cars in my garage, if I drove my fancy cars people would surely track me down and threaten me for them. You get too flashy people get envious ya know? And as for your other point, no clue what you're talking about!

Guard: No wait, you're Stephen Romero! You're that guy that's been up in my bosses business!

Romero: What?! Not all bald black guys are the same! Have you ever seen Stephen Romero wear sunglasses?

Guard: Can’t say I have, but still, i’m not quite convinced, can I see your ID?

Romero: Sure! Just hold on a sec….

Romero reaches into his pocket, grabbing his wallet, taking out a card, before flinging it into the guard’s face!

Guard: AH-

The guard is momentarily distracted, fumbling with the card, which we eventually see to be a grocery store rewards program card. As Romero then FLOORS his gas pedal, and drive right into the gate! Crashing through it, and breaking through it! Leaving the gate a crumpled mess, as Romero shields himself for a moment from the damage done to his car by doing that, as we see a blown windshield, and damaged front end, Romero getting through it miraculously unscaved. Seeing that the jeep is going no further, Romero bails out the car, and sees several guards rushing to the formerly gated area right behind him. With seeing this, Romero bails out of there towards the mansion, as we fade out on the scene.

Triple Threat Match
We then cut into the venue for the first time! Getting a panning shot of Forwell Hall located in Fanshawe College, located in London, Ontario, Canada! A hype crowd is on hand, as we see one portion of the crowd isolated from the rest, all holding up signs supporting GiGi❤️. As we then cut to our commentators.

Paisner: Hello everyone! Welcome to another edition of House Party coming to you live from Fanshawe College! I’m Allen Paisner -

Woodbridge: And I’m Mark Woodbridge.

Paisner: And what a show we have tonight! Featuring a beat the clock challenge to determine the stipulation for the independent title match at the upcoming PPV, and if Joey McCarty gets in at all! We see Tyler Dylan seek to prove he deserves second chances, as he takes on Viktor Ivanov in anticipation for a re-match with Ikbal Rizwan for the QWF Championship! Plus much more! We can’t forget our starting match however, we send it to Javier in the ring!

We then indeed cut to Javier Babaganoush, wide smile on his face, seeming excited for the following night of action.

Javier: Dear Audience, the following is a triple threat threat match, set for one fall, with a 30 minute time limit! Introducing first…

STUPID by Ashnikko comes through the speakers, as GiGi❤️ appears on the entranceway, heavy make up applied, and equipped with a pastel pink wig. She begins to skip down to the ring, waving to her notably sized fan section in the crowd.

Javier: From Montreal, Quebec, Canada, weighing in at 120 pounds, sponsered by GT Racing, this is GiGi❤️!

GiGi’s fan section: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Rest of the crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Paisner: Here comes GiGi to the ring, making her WiR debut! She’s made a very large name for herself as an internet personality through her instagram, tik tok, and patreon. Now I,even in my middle age, am basically required to have at least a modest understanding of all these things in order to promote WiR and give us as wide of an online presence as possible, as well as assist our wrestlers in building theirs as the head of this promotion. However, I get the feeling my partner Woodbridge, perhaps does not understand quite as well.

Woodbridge: I don’t need to learn how the hell kids these days make their money, all I need to see is someone who clearly does, and seeing as she’s a young woman putting a ton of effort into crafting her appearance and personality for a wide audience, that usually means one thing, a lot of men with expendable money are willing to spend it on her no matter how mundane the reward, or high the prices. Isn’t there something nowadays people would call many of her fans?

Paisner: Simps, Mark, they’d be called simps.

Woodbridge: Oh! So that’s what Kaitlyn was talking about!

Paisner: Indeed it was. And bringing that fanbase in here is very good for us, i’m not sure how many of them get it, but they’re sure as hell willing to spend the money. Now, as for GiGi’s skill itself, while this is her WiR Debut, it is not her wrestling debut. She was one of the contracts WiR acquired when we bought QWF that we did not part ways with. She already has quite a few wins, and has proved herself quite dangerous and crafty indeed.

GiGi continues her skipping down to the ring, waving to her fans as she passes them by, before reaching the ring apron, and rolling into the ring. Where she promptly takes out her phone, and begins snapping pictures of herself in the ring.

I Am The Fire by Halestorm as Oona Slash comes out through the curtains. Coming out wearing a baseball cap, chewing bubblegum, and a custom baseball jersey, this one in the “home” design of white with orange and red pinstripes. Carrying a baseball bat with her, taking practice swings with it.

Javier: And introducing next, from Rahway, New Jersey, weighing in at 143 pounds, Oona Slash!

Crowd: YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!

Paisner: Now, another WiR Debut! Oona Slash down to the ring, and from the footage we’ve gathered from her on smaller independents, she is one hell of a fighter! Bringing a mix of high flying and stiff striking, and as we can see from her outfit, an x-factor in that baseball bat whenever it’s legal. And considering this is a one fall triple threat match, it very much is. The high flying coming from her norse side, taking after the legends of the Valkyrie, and the brawling from some presumably less than civil games of baseball.

Woodbridge: She’s also very much capable of taking a beating and coming back on the other end the victor, she’s practiced striking in several different versions of the word, and the one relevant to us, is that she’s a down and dirty street brawler type. It’s not fancy, but it packs one hell of a punch. ‘ Oona continues her way down to the ring, practicing the baseball swing, before seeing a young girl up near the front in the crowd who looks very excited to see here. Oona walks up to the gal, as ringside crew hand her a pen, using it to sign the cap, and handing it to the young gal.

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Oona then circles around the ring, finding a trash can near the announcer’s table she spits her gum into, and handing off her baseball bat to Maurice Chondon, before sliding into the ring, awaiting the final woman in this match.

I’m Yer Dad by Grlwood sounds throughout the venue, as Kaitlyn Casey Jones makes her way out, a partially drunk bottle of vodka in her hands that she takes a quick swig from, before looking out to her opponents in the ring, a smile forming on her face as she begins to make her way down.

Javier: Introducing next, from Cardiff, Wales, weighing in at 200 pounds, Kaitlyn Casey Jones!

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Paisner: Now, by far the most experienced wrestler in this match, Kaitlyn Casey Jones down to the ring.Whether that makes her the favorite by this point might be questionable though, her record in this revival of WiR has not been the most positive, even if her one victory is a very impressive one over former tag champs D&B.

Woodbridge: I think it’s largely a switch for her these days, she’s mainly here to drink, have fun, land some good hits in to people without much regard for results, but sometimes that switch is flipped when she’s reminded that she fucking despises Mark Dutch.

Paisner: And we have to wonder, how much is that switch flipped from her brief comments? She seems to regard her opponents in this match as very attractive women, and god knows what effect that could have on her today. The attractiveness she sees in her opponents could psych her up for the match and have her try a bit harder than she recently has, or it could turn her into a full on disaster lesbian, only time will tell.’

Kaitlyn makes her way down to the ring, seeming able to function mostly normally on the amount of alcohol she has consumed, slapping hands with fans as she makes her way down to the ring, before stepping onto the ring apron, through the ropes, and onto the turnbuckles to throw up a metal salute to the crowd! Before hopping off the turnbuckles, as Mia So Hung checks if everyone is ready, and getting nods from everyone, calls for the bell!

DING DING DING

As the bell rings, Kaitlyn and Oona put up their guard to brace for a fight, but GiGi doesn’t seem to do the same, in fact, pulling her phone out as she goes to the center of the ring, and begins speaking to both Kaitlyn and Oona.

GiGi: Wait! Before we start, we may not get a moment like this again! Lets take a girl’s night selfie sisters!

Kaitlyn seems to go along with with, getting behind GiGi as she raises her phone up, while Oona looks more suspicious and tepid about this, approaching towards GiGi slower and more hesistently. Kaitlyn throws up a very lazy peace sign in the background of the shot, as Oona mimes swinging a bat, as GiGi snaps the picture!........then tosses a back elbow into Kaitlyn’s head!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

GiGi tries to quickly do the same thing with her opposite arm on Oona, but Oona ducks under the elbow, and grabs GiGi’s arm! Wringing GiGi before tossing her onto her back! And very quickly before GiGi can do anything, jumps up for a double foot stomp into GiGi’s ribs!

Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

GiGi sits up from the force of the stomp, gasping for air after the stomp right into her chest, as Oona runs the ropes, and comes back with a forceful penalty kick to the chest of GiGi! Putting her right back to the mat!

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Paisner: GiGi both getting a picture to sell to her fans, and trying to lure Kaitlyn and Oona into her trap at the same time! But Oona not fooled! Taking out GiGi with vicious moves!

Woodbridge: It was a good idea from GiGi, get a picture with two other gals, because well, you see how large her fan section is? If there’s that many people simping and spending money on content with just GiGi, think of how much bank GiGi can be rolling in by selling content with two other gals! And I think it was pretty likely Kaitlyn was gonna fall into it, both with her recent lackadaisical attitude, and with the one thing she said about the match being that she’s simping for her competitors. But Oona catching on, and making GiGi pay for it!

GiGi lays on the mat, clutching at her chest, as we see Kaitlyn recover from being elbowed, and walk up to Oona, the two competitors staring each other down!

Paisner: Well, we know from a lot watching her how proficient Kaitlyn is in her power and brawling, and Oona seems to be very much adept at tossing strikes herself! But she’d be standing up to a much taller, much heavier person! If I get the right impression on what she’s about to try, I worry she may just be physically outmatched!

Oona shoots a look of intensity at Kaitlyn, as she comes in to shoot a forearm up into the chin of Kaitlyn! Then another! And another! And another! Unleashing a flurry of strikes into Kaitlyn! Backing her all the way to the ropes! Once Oona has Kaitlyn on the ropes, she goes to run to the opposite end of the ring, bouncing off the ropes! But as she comes rushing back at Kaitlyn, Kaitlyn comes to enough to charge forward, and intercept Oona with a destructive lariat! Oona spinning around in the air from the force of the lariat!

Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Paisner: And my concerns seem to be coming to fruition! Kaitlyn just turning Oona inside out!

Kaitlyn then drops into a cover on Oona!

1! No! Kickout from Oona!

Kaitlyn then gets right back to work, picking Oona up to her feet, and shooting a European uppercut into her chin! Then another! And another! And another! And yet one more before getting Oona dazed and backed into the ropes! Kaitlyn then whips Oona into the ropes, and as Oona bounces off, Kaitlyn mows her down with a shoulder block!........but Oona kips-up to her feet right after! And jumps up to catch Kaitlyn with an enziguri!

Crowd: WOAHHHHHHHHHH!

Woodbridge: Oona fighting back though! It's gonna take more than that to take her out Pais!

Kaitlyn is stunned on her feet, as Oona goes to run the ropes! But as she comes back, Kaitlyn intercepts with another euro uppercut! Oona holds at her chin for a moment, before responding with a kick to the side of Kaitlyn's chest! Kaitlyn holds at the kicked spot for a moment, grimacing a bit, before coming back with another euro uppercut! Oona recoils for a moment, before shooting back with a second side kick! Kaitlyn tenses her face in pain, but responds with yet another uppercut! Which is met with another side kick! Which is met with another uppercut! Which is yet again met with a sidekick! Which is met with...GiGi getting to her feet, and screaming at both of them.

GiGi: Hey! What the hell do you think you were doing messing with me trying to have a girl's night moment Oona!

GiGi's fan section: YEAH TELL HER GIGI! WOOO!

Paisner: Didn't like….she instigate things?

Oona and Kaitlyn stop their fighting, turning their heads to look at the angered GiGi.

GiGi: And Kait! Why didn't you stop her huh? You just let girl's night be ruined?

GiGi then steps forward, and slaps Oona in the face! Oona stumbling back, holding at her cheek!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOO!

GiGi then next slaps the face of Kaitlyn!......who does not stumble back, but instead responds only with a blush and a smile!

Crowd: WOAHHHHHHH!

Paisner: So uhh….she really was not lying when she said she was simping huh…..

GiGi looks confused, as Kaitlyn puts her hands behind her back, and maintains her smile, seeming to invite another slap from GiGi! GiGi catches on, bringing her arm back to rev up as much as possible for the next slap, and beginning to swing! Kaitlyn closing her eyes in anticipation!.... Which allows GiGi to simply stop mid-motion, and kick Kaitlyn in the knee instead! Dropping her to it!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

GiGi: Sorry sweety, that type of request is reserved for top tier patrons only! Turning her head to the crowd Only $1000 dollars a month at Patreon.com/GiGiV!

Paisner: And that's a cautionary sequence there! Folks, if you must simp for someone, please practice caution! Some will take advantage like GiGi just did!

GiGi then hooks Kaitlyn's head, and looks to plant her into the mat with a kneeling ddt! But Kaitlyn uses her strength to block! GiGi not having near enough power to send her down! This frustrates GiGi, who lets go of Kaitlyn’s head, and just kicks her hard in the back! Kaitlyn tensing up in pain, as she falls onto all fours, where GiGi then just starts to stomp on Kaitlyn’s back!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

When GiGi is satisfied with her stomping, she grabs Kaitlyn’s head again, and brings her up enough to be able to DDT her! But Kaitlyn manages to block again! GiGi’s face is filled with frustration, before suddenly, she gets some help! Oona coming over, grabbing Kaitlyn’s head as well, as the two fall back to spike Kaitlyn into the mat!

Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Woodbridge: GiGi not having the strenght to spike Kaitlyn on her own, but that’s one of the advantages of triple threats, no matter how different people you are, it’s always in two people’s common interest to take out one of the others, so you can find help in places you usually wouldn’t find it!

Kaitlyn is laid out on the mat, writhing out clutching at her head, as while both Oona and GiGi are on the ground from falling back to deliver the ddt, GiGi tries to go in with an eye poke to Oona!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

But Oona catches’s GiGi’s arm!

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Oona stands up with GiGi in her grasp, bringing GiGi up in the process, as she wrings GiGi’s arm and goes to flip her onto her back! But GiGi learned from last time this happened, and flips through it to land on her feet! GiGi then quickly gets low for a leg sweep to Oona! Tripping her up, followed by getting up into a handstand, before falling forwards to bring her leg down on Oona’s neck for a leg drop!

Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Paisner: GiGi showing off a bit! Impressive display of athelticism! GiGi into the cover!

1!

2! No! Oona out right at 2!

GiGi grimaces in frustration, as she grabs Oona, and whips her into a corner! GiGi then quickly rushes, and nails Oona in the head with a high knee! Stunning Oona, as she grabs Oona’s arm, and whips her into the opposite corner now! Following Oona yet again, this time nailing her with a running forearm shot! Oona groggily stumbles out of the corner, as GiGi then goes to run the ropes, as she comes back to attempt her “Vine” spinning heel kick! But Oona manages to come to just enough in time to get out the way! GiGi lands on her hands and scrambles to her feet, trying to rush back to Oona, this time trying to shoot a forearm in at Oona, but Oona sidesteps! And with her left leg, catches GiGi mid-run with a superkick! Absolutely decking her to the mat!

Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Paisner: Vár! Oona catching GiGi with the lefthander! Oona into the cover!

1!

2! No! GiGi kicks out!.........As she also perform a ahegao face right as she sits up!

GiGi’s fan section: YEEEEEEEEEEEEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Rest of the crowd: Various disturbed noises

Paisner: Oh...um…..I don’t think I have words folks…

Oona is very off-put by this, backing away in disturbance and confusion, but her affected emotional state allows GiGi to capitalize, quickly reaching in, and raking Oona’s eyes!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Oona writhes on the mat holding at her eyes, GiGi smiling at her handiwork, as she grabs Oona by her hair, and lifts her up! But suddenly, as she has Oona in her grasp, Kaitlyn is back to her feet, and rushes in to mow GiGi in half with a spear! Folding the very light GiGi!

Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Paisner: SPEAR! KAITLYN BACK IN, AND DESTROYING GIGI!

Oona drops to the mat after GiGi can’t keep grip of her in the midst of being speared, as Kaitlyn is on her hands and knees for a moment, catching her breath, trying to get some energy back, before grabbing GiGi up, and whipping her into a corner! Kaitlyn follows GiGi to the corner, and meets her with a crushing lariat! GiGi sinks down a bit in the corner, as Kaitlyn turns her head, and sees Oona crawling to the corner on the opposite end, and pulling herself up, as Kaitlyn then shouts out-

Kaitlyn: YOU WANNA SEE MORE OF THAT SHIT?

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Kaitlyn smiles at the crowd’s approval for violence, as she rushes over to the opposite corner, and now clobbers Oona with a lariat!

Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHHH!

Oona sinks down a tad bit in the corner, clutching at her chest, as Kaitlyn charges back off to the other corner, and clobbers GiGi with a second lariat!

Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

GiGi sinks down a bit more, clutching at her chest and desperately trying to get oxygen back into her body after a deflating blow like that. As Kaitlyn then rushes back to the opposite corner once more, and clobbers Oona for a second time! Sweat flying off Oona’s body with the impact of the lariat into the chest, as she sinks down a bit, but her size in between Kaitlyn’s and GiGi’s means not quite as much as GiGi. Kaitlyn then rushes back to GiGi, and clubs her with a lariat once more! Then rushes back to Oona to clob her with a third lariat! Then back to GiGi for the fourth lariat to her! Then back to Oona for her fourth lariat took! Oona begins to dazily stumble out the corner, as Kaitlyn seems to get an idea from this, whipping Oona into the same corner as GiGi! Oona hitting GiGi, and sandwiching her between her body and the turnbuckle! Kaitlyn then rushes towards both competitors, as she jumps up, and hits a stinger splash onto both of them!

Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Both Oona and GiGi stumble in a daze out the corner, before falling over! Oona rolling out the ring, leaving just Kaitlyn and GiGi in the ring! GiGi slowly tries to crawl up, gasping for air, not much strength in her, as Kaitlyn backs off and awaits. GiGi begins to slowly push herself up, taking time with how beat up and tired she is, but as she gets into one knee, Kaitlyn begins to run the ropes! And just as she gets to GiGi, GiGi gets to her feet hunched over, providing the perfect positioning for Kaitlyn to jump, and bring her leg down on GiGi with a Scissors Kick!

Paisner: GiGi going Under The Knife! The leg of Kaitlyn hard into the back of her neck! Kait into the cover!

1!

2! No! GiGi kicks out…..and does another ahegao face as she sits up!

GiGi's fan section: YEAHHHHHHHHHH!

GiGi then when finishing the ahegao, goes to poke Kaitlyn's eyes….but Kaitlyn hasn't moved and looked away from GiGi, in fact, she's leaning towards her, and casually grabs GiGi's hand. Where she….just sensually locks her hand with GiGi's, blushing and smiling like an fool as she leans in close to GiGi.

Paisner: I uhh…..I don't think GiGi doing….that face is a strategy that takes into account the opponent liking it…

GiGi now seems the one caught off her guard, not knowing remotely how to react to someone responding by being turned on instead of weirded out. As Kaitlyn then says-

Kaitlyn: Would uhh….would you consent if I uh-

GiGi: Not even for top tier patrons.

Kaitlyn: Damn…..wanna just go back to beating each other up then?

GiGi: That sounds much better.

Kaitlyn and GiGi then both back off of each other, as they circle around one another, GiGi rubbing at the back of her neck, as Kait then makes the first move! Rushing at GiGi with a knee trembler she barely dodges!

Crowd: WOAHHHHH!

Paisner: Kaitlyn going right for the dagger! Attempting Knee Hao, one of her finishing maneuvers!

Kaitlyn turns around after missing GiGi, and jumps up for an Enziguri! But GiGi ducks under! Kait scrambles to her feet, ducking a roundhouse tosses by GiGi, and responding with a short range lariat! But GiGi catches her arm, twisting it and wringing it out, before dropping Kaitlyn to the mat by her arm, and hooking in an armbar!

Paisner: ASMR! Aka Always Smashing Men's Rights! A move name that would make far more sense in pretty much any context but this specific match, but still just as effective regardless!

Kaitlyn screams out in pain from the armbar! GiGi shredding her arm apart! Kait begins to use her strength to crawl near the ropes, but GiGi yanks back on the arm! Causing more screams from Kaitlyn, as she's stopped in her tracks! GiGi gives a devious smile at her handiwork, before….

THWACK

She's hit in the back with something! Collapsing and releasing the hold in the process! As we see a figure over her, Oona Slash with baseball bat in hand!

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Paisner: OONA! With her baseball bat, coming in to preserve her chances at victory in brutal fashion!

GiGi flops on the mat from the unexpected strike, tensing up in pain, as Oona kicks her out of the ring! Kaitlyn holds at her arm from the damage done to it, while Oona drops the bat and backs off, waiting for Kaitlyn to make it back to her feet. Kaitlyn heads to the rope, grabbing herself up by it, and after some struggle making it back to her feet. Kaitlyn turns around, stumbling a bit, as Oona charges at her, before sending Kaitlyn flying into the corner with a shotgun dropkick! Kaitlyn hitting the corner hard, as Oona rushes back to the opposite corner, before running with blazing speed, and flying her boots into Kaitlyn’s head!

Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Kaitlyn stumbles out the corner in a complete daze, barely able to stay on her feet, as Oona then mimics holding a baseball bat, swinging it, then running towards the ropes! Jumping onto them, then coming off for a corkscrew overhead kick! But Kaitlyn manages to come to at just the last moment, and moves out the way! Oona manages to rotate herself so she lands on her feet, as Kaitlyn goes back into a corner to catch her breath. Oona sees this, and goes to charge at Kaitlyn in the corner, but as she nears, Kaitlyn gets a boot up, and Oona runs straight into it!

Crowd: OHHH!

Oona stumbles back, holding at her lower face, but recovers enough as Kaitlyn is still resting to go and charge Kaitlyn again! But only to again run into Kaitlyn getting her boot up! Smacking Oona in the face once more!

Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Oona stumbles back yet again, but this time recovers quicker, a look of intensity in her eyes, as she charges at Kaitlyn again, but this time, Kaitlyn steps forward, catches Oona, and throws her up into the air

Paisner: GIVE IT A- WAIT NO!

But as Oona is up in the air, she manages to reverse, catching Kaitlyn’s head on the way down, and spiking her into the mat with a DDT!

Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Paisner: OONA REVERSING IT! SPIKING KAITLYN DOWN! SHE MAY HAVE KAITYLN WHERE SHE WANTS HER!

Kaitlyn is spiked into the mat hard, falling sprawled out and limp, as Oona senses her opportunity, rushing to the turnbuckles, running up them, before jumping off with a low-angle moonsault!

Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Paisner: The Valkyrie Splash II! Oona sending all her weight down forcefully onto Kaitlyn! She hooks the leg!

1!

2!

NO! Suddenly, GiGi grabs Oona by the leg from the outside, and yanks her out the ring! Oona faceplanting on the outside, as GiGi rushes into the ring to cover Kaitlyn herself!

1!

2!

3!

DING DING DING

Javier: Dear Audience, your winner via pinfall, at a time of 18:24, GIGI!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

GiGi cracks a huge smirk at her victory, pulling herself up by the ropes, with her breathing heavy, and some welts on her back from being cracked with a baseball bat.

Paisner: GiGi absolutely stealing this one! Oona had Kaitlyn pinned, but GiGi yanking Oona out, and taking the spoils for herself like a vulture!

Woodbridge: But that’s the risk of multi-man matches! Anything can happen at anytime because there’s more than one factor to deal with! It’s not honorable, but being in the right place at the right time is a skill of it’s own!

GiGi exits the ring, as she walks over to her fan section, and sits up on the barricade in front of them, taking out her phone, and taking a selfie with all her fans in attendence! She then hops off, blowing a kiss to her fan section, where we see the ravenous fans all jump up and push each other around to try and be the one to catch it, as GiGi makes her way to the back, with ringside staff assisting Kaitlyn to the back, and Oona Slash, with anger in her eyes, storms out on her own weight.

COMMERCIAL COURTESY OF THE SHOW HOST, FANSHAWE COLLEGE

D&B Backstage
We return from break backstage, where we see Mark Dutch is still wearing his super hero costume. Beside him is Louis Blackwater, shirtless.

Dutch: You don’t think the mask might.. reveal my identity?

Blackwater: No one will ever know! I think it’s great you’re gonna keep wearing it. I just -

Dutch cuts him off with a hand as he stares down something off camera.

Dutch: Look who it is...

The camera pans over and Maverick stands besides the two, in a very spiffy looking suit, looking them up and down. Dutch takes one step closer, staring at Big Money Mav. The history between the two creates a poignant sense of tension.

Dutch: Maverick…

Maverick: ...It's Big Money Maverick, Dutch…

Dutch: ...It's Super Dutch, Mav…

Maverick: It's BIG MONEY Maverick, Dutch….

Dutch: It's SUPER Dutch, Maverick….

The two men stare at each other before Blackwater intercepts.

Blackwater: Well this is weird.

The two lock eyes for a few more moments, tension still in the air, before Maverick shakes his head, turns around and walks off as Dutch mumbles to himself.

Dutch: ...It’s Super Dutch…

Blackwater: What a sellout.

Dutch nods his head and sighs.

Romero Enters Balandran Villa
We come back to the mansion, as we see Stephen Romero in the process of running from Balandran’s security force, Romero is making his way towards the house, where we see at the front entrance, at least 4 security guards at the door! And so, Romero runs off to the side to run around the property! This doesn’t get rid of the problem entirely though, as the guards at the front notice Romero, and start chasing after him as well!

Romero: under his breath...shit, how the hell do I lose ‘em….

Romero then notices something, a ladder leading up to a top balcony, the rails on the balcony and the windows near it shining as if someone had just cleaned them and left the ladder there.

Romero: A-ha!

Romero then turns, and starts to scale the ladder! The guards behind still chasing after him! Romero, in antithesis to most wrestlers, shows rather superb ladder climbing ability, scaling it quick! But not quite quick enough, as guards begin to make their way onto the ladder as well! Beginning to make it unstable under all the weight on it! Romero nears the top of the ladder, but the ladder only gets wobblier and wobblier, to the point where Romero has to bail! Jumping from it to the balcony just as the ladder tips over from the weight on it! Romero grabs the balcony’s edge, and hauls himself on top of it! The ladders falls over, as the guards bail and land roughly on the ground! Moaning in pain on the grass on the outside of the mansion. The remaining guards grab the ladder, and go to set it back up to retry climbing towards Romero, but before any of them can step on, Romero grabs the top of the ladder, and yanks it off the ground! The guards are left yelling at Romero from the ground, as Romero then lifts the ladder, and tosses it onto the roof to keep it out of anyone’s reach!

Romero: through heavy breathing and panting Woo! That’s that out the way…..all I gotta do is find where Balandran is now!

Romero then open the doors leading into the top floor of the mansion from the balcony, a confident smile on his face, as he seems to enter Balandran’s bedroom. As we see a very large California King Bed in White and Gold, with canopy drapes over it. End tables on both sides, and shelves full of trinkets, from awards handed to Balandran by city councils, competitions he’s won, honorary degrees from private universities he’s donated to. And of course, just straight up gaudy displays of lavishness with gold and silver statues and figures littered around the shelves.

Romero: God, certainly you wouldn’t need to keep proving you’re rich at some point right? I drove by some poor rural towns to get to somewhere like this that’s this removed from society, how much you could’ve helped those places with the things on these shelves only he will ever see…

Romero then goes over to the endtable, where he sees something, a checkbook Balandran left behind, which Romero promptly picks up.

Romero: A checkbook eh? Maybe I could write some blank checks in his name……...nah I don’t fuckin’ know cursive, nevermind. Rich schools barely teach that shit let alone mine.

Romero then inspects the two other things on the desk, one a family picture of Austin with his wife Lucia, and his son Austin, which he picks up.

Romero: Family picture?.....eh, don’t know enough about his family to have anything against them, i’ll leave that be.

Romero then picks up the other picture frame on the desk, picking it up from it’s position closest to and pointing right at the bed. This one of just Balandran himself, in a sparkly red suit seemingly for a photoshoot.

Romero: His own picture on his fucking side of the bed? Closer to him than his damned family picture? Ah hell naw with this one!

Romero then chucks the picture frame at the wall, smashing the frame itself, before Romero grabs the picture, and tears it apart.

Romero: There we go, that’s more like it! Now, let’s see what bullshit this man’s got in his bathroom.

Romero then opens a door to his side, opening what is indeed an entrance to a bedroom…..and also opening a hiding spot for a security guard! Who jumps out and begins tussling with Romero!

Romero: FU-AH!

The guard takes advantage of getting the surprise, ramming Romero into one of the beams supporting the bed canopy, knocking all but one corner of the canopy down onto the bed in the process, the guard then seems to try and detain Romero by getting Romero’s arms around the beam, but Romero knees the guard on the stomach! Doubling the guard over, as Romero then grabs him, and rams him into one of the shelves! Knocking many of the statues and prize tropies off the shelf, as they fall to the ground and shatter! Romero then turns around, the guard still in his grasp, as Romero eyes the bed, before lifting up the guard, who desperately struggles, but can’t escape Romero’s strength, who sends the guard onto the bed with a uranage! The impact of it collapsing the bed, and meaning the guard gets an unpleasant feeling of crashing into the wood and bed frame under him rather than just the soft mattress! Leaving the guard in a heap on the destroyed bed! As Romero surveys the damaged room.

Romero: …….he might actually have legal grounds to sue me on this one, I best get out.

Romero then exits through the main door out of the bedroom, as we reveal a pathway branching off into several different rooms, presumably a mix of kid and servant rooms, as Romero takes one step before stopping, as the scene zooms out, and we see an entire legion of security guards filling up those pathways.

Romero: I presume carrying my pay-per-view loser’s purse on me ain’t enough to convince all of you to let me through?

The guards all respond with a stoic silence.

Romero: Well come get some then!

Romero and the guards charge towards each other, as the scene abruptly cuts out.

Santiago Martínez vs. Josh Pine
We cut to the ring with Javier standing at the ready to announce the next match, as a digital timer set at 00:00 is projected onto the nearby wall closest to the ring.

Javier: The following match is set for One Fall-

Crowd: ONE FALL!

Javier: And is a Beat the Clock match! A timer will be counting up for the duration of the match. When the match ends, the timer will be stopped, and the time projected will be the time to beat for the preceding Beat the Clock matches!

The music of Santiago Martinez plays out through the Forwell Hall as the man himself enters the venue, Independent Title held up high above his head.

Javier: Weighing 182 pounds, fighting out of Coral Gables, Florida, by way of Medellín, Colombia. Santiago Maartinezz!!!

Martinez walks to the ring, looking straight at the camera the whole way.

Martinez: Speedrun time, chat! WIR WR incoming, lets fucking go!

Martinez hops on the apron and steps into the ring through the ropes, and lifts the title one more time as he hands the title to ringside crew.

Now, a different song plays out and into the venue arrives Josh Pine, putting his arms up to a pretty okay response from the Ontario crowd. He half-walks half-jogs to the ring offering handshakes to crowd members, most of whom oblige him.

Javier: From St. Mary’s, Ontario, Canada, weighing 192 pounds, Josh Pine!

Pine is nearly at the ring apron, but suddenly a hooded and masked figure comes from the audience and clotheslines Pine into oblivion!

Crowd: OHHHHHH!!!!

Woodbridge: What the Hell!?!!

Pine is laid out on the ground motionless, and the hooded figure heaves pine up on one shoulder, then runs towards the corner post, ramming Pine’s back into the steel,

Paisner: Who the hell is doing this to Josh Pine?

Woodbridge: Yea, that boy hasn’t hurt a soul! Not even in a ring!

The attacker has now gone under the ring and comes out with a kendo stick, and begins wailing away at the back of Pine’s head, repeatedly and with such force until the stick shatters into splinters. The assailant flees into the crowd and out of the venue, and medical staff enter and tend to Pine as the audience and Martinez in the ring look on, stunned.

Woodbridge: Well, I guess.. I guess Martinez needs a new opponent?

Paisner: Whoever that was just carried out a potentially murderous blindside attack on that poor young man, but yea, I guess Martinez needs a new opponent.

Paisner whips out his phone and seems to be frantically tapping away messaging someone as the crowd sits in stunned silence, and after a few moments pass, a new song hits the arena and the crowd perks up at the arrival of an actually alive competitor. The Well Hungarian arrives on the scene, his signature bulge appearing virile as usual through his tight tights.

Woodbridge: Well, it looks like The Well Hungarian is here, replacing Pine with a different kind of wood.

Paisner: Again, Pine may be dead.

Woodbridge: As Santiago would say. F.

A stretcher is carried out and the medical personnel pick up Pine, and carry him out past the Hungarian, who motions a cross with his hands before continuing to the ring. He hops on the apron, his package visibly bouncing as Javier adjusts to the sudden matchup change.

Javier: From Budapest, Hungary-

The Hungarian grabs the mic from Javier.

Hungarian: Acchooally, I em from… Budapest, Alberta, Canada!!

Crowd: WOOO!!!

Paisner: Uhh… I don’t know about that one.

Woodbridge: Let him get his cheap pop, Pais.

The crowd chants “Well Hung-Arian!” with a series of claps now and Santiago throws his hands up in the air defeatedly.

Martinez: Really? That’s all it takes for you Canadians?

Crowd: YEAAA!

Martinez shrugs as Javier exits the ring and the referee, Mia So Hung, pats down both wrestlers for outside objects. Hung gives the go ahead for the bell to be rung and the clock to be started.

DING DING DING

Santiago and Hungarian approach each other and before a move is made, Martinez goes in for a collar and elbow tie-up, but Hungarian overpowers Martinez and pushes him back a good few feet. Hungarian then puts his hand up to the crowd and chants, Can-A-Da, and the crowd is behind him echoing his chant as Martinez rolls his eyes.

Woodbridge: What a masterful charisma, getting the crowd on his side in a matter of seconds.

Paisner: The crowd is on his side, I can’t argue that. Martinez talked trash about Canadians last House Party, and the two men he is setting the clock for in these Beat the Clock match-ups are Joey McCarty and Andrew Garcia, both Canadians.

Woodbridge: Also worth mentioning Canadian Twitch Streamers and American Twitch Streamers are mortal enemies.

Martinez looks up and sees that 20 seconds have elapsed and he darts towards Hungarian, but Hungarian picks up Martinez on his shoulders! Martinez is able to shift his body weight so Hungarian is against the ropes and Sparky falls over the ropes onto the apron and on his feet. Hungarian tries swinging at Martinez from inside the ring but Martinez ducks, hits him with a right hand, and as Hungarian recoils back as Martinez jumps on the top rope and launches off a springboard forearm to his head! The Hungarian goes down hard!

Martinez then gets up and goes for a pin!

1!

2!

KICKOUT!

Paisner: Near fall so early in the match, Hungarian needs to be careful here if he wants to last more than 2 minutes.

Woodbridge: Yea, all that meat means nothing if you can’t last more than two minutes.

Sparky lifts Hungarian to his feet and launches him to the ropes, and on the rebound Sparky goes for a clothesline and Hungarian ducks! He bounces off the opposite ropes but Sparky doesn’t even turn around, instead going for a backflip kick to Hungarian’s head! He quickly goes for another pin!

1!

2- Kickout!

Hungarian is up to his feet first and tries catching Santiago off guard by bringing him onto his shoulders, looking to put Santiago in the Torture Rack, but Sparky elbows him in the eye and falls in front of Hungarian! Martinez launches a kick into Hungarian’s gut, then hooks his arm and lifts him into a fisherman’s hook suplex and bridges it into a pin!

1!

2!

KICKOUT!

Woodbridge: Sparky is getting most of the offense in but he just can’t keep Hungarian down for the three count, and time is ticking right now as 2 minutes and 20 seconds have gone by! The Hung One is lasting longer than most may have anticipated!

Santiago notices Hungarian slowly trying to roll out of the ring and he grabs Hungarian by the leg, dragging him towards the middle of the ring but Hungarian kicks Sparky in the gut while on the ground, then kips up and gives a giant yell that gets the crowd on their feet!

Crowd: YEAA!! HUNG! HUNG! HUNG! HUNG!

Hungarian makes a yelling running start towards Santiago but Martinez catches him with a Superkick! Hungarian is still on his feet, so Martinez hits him with another Superkick and Hungarian is down! Martinez screams at the crowd to ‘watch how an American does it’, then he makes his way to the apron again. He jumps onto the top rope, but The Well Hungarian rolls out of the way, as 3 minutes have now gone by. Martinez jumps down off the top rope, then gets a running start to clothesline Hungarian, but he doesn’t go down! Martinez then runs back to bounce off the ropes, and he goes for another clothesline, but Hungarian ducks -- and Martinez stops his momentum on a dime and launches a superkick into the back of his head! He doesn’t let up and grabs The Hungarian as he falls backwards and is hit with a Backslide Driver! Sparky hooks the leg with a pinfall!

1!

2!

3!

DING DING DING

Javier: Your winner, at a time of 3 minutes and 31 seconds, Santiaaago Martinezzz!!!!

Martinez looks up at the time and sighs, seemingly disappointed in the time he set for the next two other competitors as he grabs his title

Paisner: In any other scenario, 3:31 would not be a time to sigh at, but coming up next, Andrew “Dragon” Garcia is one on one with Doctor Ishmael Yellowstone, and the 6’11 Dragon may not give DIY that much mercy.

Dalidus Nova Backstage
We cut back from the ring to find Dalidus Nova, eating a salted pretzel somewhere backstage. He stands infront of the camera with two men, anxiously looking around the not-so-well-lit room.

Dalidus: Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce you to Ronny Radzi and Adrian Sullents. These two fine men are young up and comers in the local wrestling scene, and today I've decided to give them the chance of a lifetime.

The men smile to the camera, realizing that they've never been seen by an audience of this size before, even if it's just through a camera.

Dalidus: Recently, I've been thinking long and hard about myself, and I've come to the conclusion that things need changing up. After many long hours at the gym, I've come up with some... lets say adjustments to my arsenal. That's where these two come in.

Nova begins pacing infront of the two men, who look increasingly worried.

Dalidus: It's really quite simple. These hard workers are going to be my test dummies. If they're able to withstand the upcoming onslaught, then I'll talk Paisner into giving them a match on an upcoming House Party, a chance to show the wrestling world what they're capable of. If they quit at any point, I'll let 'em go, no further harm done. I'm not an animal, after all.

Dalidus: So, gentlemen: are you ready?

Radzi: Yes!

Sullents: Y -

Before Sullents can even get the word out, Dalidus is quick to drive a knee into his gut! Radzi quickly backs up as Dalidus sends another two knee strikes into his bent-over liver.

Dalidus: Let's start off slow.

Dalidus reaches over the body of Sullents, grabbing the bicep farthest away from him. Lifting his right knee into the side of Sullents neck, he suddenly snaps backwards, landing on his back and driving his knee into Sullents! The man clutches at his neck, groaning in agony as Dalidus quickly returns to his feet.

Dalidus: Yikes, that looked like it hurts. Anyways, not everything is new. After all, if something isn't broke...

Twisting to face Radzi, Dalidus quickly takes him down with a single-leg. Maintaining control, he uses the leg to roll Radzi backwards and onto his knees, only to quickly strike him down with an Avada Kedavra!

Dalidus: Chekhov's Gun. I've got a soft spot for that one. How's the neck feelin', Adrian?

Sullents has managed to get to his hands and knees, still clutching at the back of his neck with one hand.

Dalidus: Not so great, I imagine. You want to give up?

Sullents: N... No...

Dalidus: Ooo, unlucky. Probably not the best answer you could've provided.

Slowly walking his way behind Adrian, Dalidus the mans arm over the back of his neck and heaves him to his feet. Nova doesn't waste a second before flipping him through the air with an Inverted Exploder Suplex! He sits up on the floor as his eyes fall towards Sullents, a lifeless heap on the ground.

Dalidus: I think he's had enough. Radzi, however, seems to have a little left in the tank.

The camera pans to show Radzi, half-stumbling to his feet, desperately trying to keep his fists up.

Dalidus: Trying to fight back, Ronny? I don't like that. I don't like that one bit. But it does give me a chance to show off something special...

Radzi charges Dalidus, attempting to surprise him with a forearm strike! Dalidus quickly ducks underneath, grabbing Radzi's waist into a go-behind before driving a debilitating knee strike into his spine.

Dalidus: See, the thing about these moves is that they aren't just moves. They're not just flashy bullshit to wow the imbeciles in the crowd. They're hand-picked and perfected by yours truly, a system designed to bring anyone - tall, short, fat, ripped - to their knees. And if you don't believe me, allow Radzi to show you exactly what I mean.

Ronny, resting on one knee, is grabbed by Dalidus and quickly struck with the same knee strike that took out Sullents. As he clutches his neck, Dalidus heaves him to his feet to deliver the Inverted Exploder, before immediately grabbing Ronny by the hair, pulling his torso up, and striking with another Avada Kedavra!

Ronny falls face-first onto the floor, as Dalidus stands above him, back facing the camera.

Dalidus: You'd think I'd be done at this point. But why leave it there, when I could do a pinch more work to ensure whoever's in front of me doesn't get back up. I can do exactly that, and in only four seconds!

Positioning himself beside Radzi's head, Dalidus brings up his left leg before driving the knee directly into the poor man's skull. He repeats this, throwing several knees while counting the seconds aloud as if he were a referee. As he says "four!", he ceases, leaving Ronny unmoving on the floor.

Dalidus: See what I mean? This guy's not getting up any time soon. Real shame, the kid had potential.

He looks around, seeing both men laid out on the floor, and gets to his feet.

Dalidus: Guess this means my little demonstration has to come to an end. Oh well, I think I got my point across well enough.

Dalidus wipes a small patch of dust off his pants before walking out of the frame, leaving the camera to display both bodies, still unmoving.

COMMERCIAL

Romero in Balandran Villa
We come back to our previous mansion scene with Stephen Romero fighting off more guards. The guards just begin to overwhelm Romero with numbers! Piling on him, and just pounding on Romero! Using their combined strenght to drive Romero down, and onto a knee!

Security Guard: Huh, that was a lot easier than I expected boys, we got him!

Just as the guard makes this confident proclamation, Romero suddenly bursts out the pile! Sending several guards flying off of him! Several of the guards freeze in fear, but a few are insistent and rush again at Romero! But Romero grabs one of the guards by his legs, and begins to swing him around to trip up anyone approaching him!

Romero: 1! 2! 3! 4! 5!

More guards keep trying to pile on, but every last one just gets tripped up by the swung guard, who in the brief glimpses as he’s swung round and roung tenses his whole face in fear!

Romero: 6! 7! 8! 9! 10!

As Romero reaches his own ten count, he lets go of the guard, who’s sent flying into a pile of tripped up bodies. As Romero steps over the downed guards, and makes his way down the pathway.

Romero: Man I wish I had a crowd for that! That’s the coolest shit I do!

Romero then makes his way to one of the doors, with a sign above it stating what it leads to, “Kitchen”.

Romero: Well, time to see if I can handle the heat eh?

Romero then walks through the door, as we fade out on the scene.

Exhibition Between Two Local Talents
We then come back to the ring, where we see Allen Paisner and Mark Woodbridge ready to commentate.

Paisner: Next up fans, we have an impromptu contest here between 2 of the finest local talents from Ontario, facing off in an exhibition match! Let's send it down to Javier in the ring!

Javier: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, with a 15 minute time limit!

We hear the Fresh Prince as we see local wrestler Big Willie Styles come out and starts slapping fans hands as he walks down the aisle.

Javier: Introducing first, from London, Ontario, weighing in at 280 pounds…...BIG….WILLIE…...STYLES!

Crowd: YYEEEAAAAHHHHH!!!

Woodbridge: Here comes Big Willie Styles, a rising star in the Ontario indies, he’s been making a name for himself wherever he goes, and he’s come to WiR to try and push his career to the next level.

Paisner: These fans seem familiar with his work. I’ve never seen Styles in action but I think we’re in for a treat given the way these folks are applauding!

Styles rolls into the ring, and starts running the ropes to warm himself up as his music fades. We then hear Shout 2000 hit the speakers, as “Icy” Frazier Alvin marches through the curtain, marching down the aisle as the fans cheer.

Javier: And his opponent, from Hamilton, Ontario, weighing in at 217 pounds……..ICY….FRAZIER…….ALVIN!

Crowd: YYYEAAAAAAAAAHH!!!

Woodbridge: And another good reaction, this time for Frazier Alvin! This may just be a pretty good match between these two talents!

Alvin slides into the ring, and climbs up one of the turnbuckles, posing for the crowd. He jumps to the mat, and his music fades away. Both competitors lock eyes, and meet in the middle of the ring for a handshake, a friendly gesture of sportsmanship. The referee, Mia So Hung makes sure both competitors are ready to go, before calling for the opening bell!

DING DING DING

Woodbridge: Here we go, Alvin vs. Styles!

MONEY MONEY MONEY MONEY MONEY MONEY MONEY MONEY MONEY MONEY MONEY MONEY-

Crowd: BBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Woodbridge: What in the fu-

Big Money Mav steps through the curtain, dressed in his suit, with a grin on his face and a mic in hand. The crowd starts to boo the heck out of Big Money Maverick, as Styles and Alvin look on from inside the ring, confused by the sudden presence of Mav.

Big Money Maverick: Hold on, hold on, i’ve got something to say!

Crowd: BBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Big Money Maverick: Last week I told you people that I'd prove that you aren’t above me, when you people call me a sellout each and every damn time you see me!

Crowd: YOU SOLD OUT! YOU SOLD OUT! YOU SOLD OUT!

Big Money Mav: Just like that! You people wanna stand on your soapboxes, and chastise me for what I did, when I know that everybody in this building would’ve done the SAME THING if they were in my shoes! Hell, you all would do ALOT more, for ALOT less!

Crowd: BUUULLLLSHIT! BUUULLLLSHIT! BUUULLLLSHIT!

Big Money Mav: You can chant Bullshit all you want, but when Big Money Maverick says something, you can take it to the bank, and I’m gonna prove it.

Woodbridge: What does he mean by that?

Big Money Maverick: I’m not just out here to preach. I actually have a vested interest in this match here. Big Willie Styles, “Icy” Frazier Alvin, I’ve watched you both wrestle on the independent circuits, and I think you’re both great competitors. I think you just need a small “push” to get the ball rolling with your careers. That’s where I come in….

Maverick lowers the mic, and reaches in his suit pocket, pulling out his wallet. He reaches in and pulls out a few Benjamins.

Big Money Maverick: I’ve got MONEY on this contest here…...a cool 500 dollars will go to one of you in that ring tonight.

Woodbridge: 500 dollars? That’s a damn fine indy payday! That’s Big Money alright, at least to Alvin and Styles!

Alvin and Styles both look excited in the ring, knowing that’s quite a lot of money at this stage in their burgeoning careers.

Big Money Maverick: 500 Dollars in cash, to the first man in that ring…….....who breaks their opponents arm!

Crowd: OOOOOHHHHHHHH!!!

Woodbridge: Wait, WHAT?!

Both Alvin and Styles look shocked, as they stare down Mav who stands on the stage with a grin on his face.

Big Money Maverick: You both heard me! The first person to break their opponents arm is gonna be 500 dollars richer!!!

Paisner: What in the hell? Mav’s trying to kill one of these kid’s careers!!

Both Styles and Alvin look conflicted, but neither one is attacking the other. Styles and Alvin start talking in the ring, possibly trying to reason with each other. Both men seem to agree to leave each other alone, and neither man goes for the attack.

Paisner: Mav may be wearing egg on his face soon, neither man is going for the money!

Alvin turns his back to Big Willie Styles, and turns his attention to Maverick standing on the stage, yelling at him from inside the ring.

Frazier Alvin: We know what you’re trying to do! It’s not gonna wo-

BOOM!

Suddenly, Frazier gets taken down by a HUGE forearm to the back of the head by Big Willie Styles!!!

Crowd: BBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Woodbridge: AH SON OF A BITCH!

Maverick looks on from the stage, grinning ear to ear as Styles beats down Alvin on the mat, pummeling him with forearm strikes to the back. Big Willie Styles quickly puts Alvin in a snug Kimura lock, really wrenching on the arm!

Paisner: For the love of god, tap out, Frazier!!!

Frazier hollers in pain, but he refuses to tap, and because of this, Styles torques the arm, and pulls it in a direction to break it! Frazier lets out a bloodcurdling scream!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Woodbridge: NO! GODDAMN IT!

Styles quickly rolls Frazier onto his back, and hooks the leg as Frazier cradles his arm. Mia So Hung initially doesn’t want to make the count, but Styles starts yelling at her, urging her to count the pin! Mia looks conflicted, but complies with Styles, making the count so she can get to Frazier.

1!

2!

3!

DING DING DING

Crowd: BBBBOOOOOOOOO!!!

Woodbridge: Ah, kiss my ass!!!

Javier: Here is your winner via pinfall, at a time of 3 minutes and 56 seconds……...BIG…...WILLIE…….STYLES!!!

Styles’ music plays as Mia quickly raises his hand before attending to Frazier on the mat. Mia waves for help from the back, and backstage doctors rush by Maverick to the ring, and inspect Frazier’s injury. Styles rolls out of the ring, and walks up the ramp as the fans boo him mercilessly.

Paisner: Well, thanks to Big Money Mav, Frazier Alvin has his damn arm broken! That son of a bitch has gone too far this time, just to prove his point! This is SICKENING!

Styles walks up to Mav, and extends his hand, as Mav puts the 5 100-dollar bills in his palm. Styles and Mav shake hands, before Mav raises Styles hand in victory as he speaks on the mic.

Big Money Mav: Keep booing, you chumps! First you booed because you thought I was wrong, but know you boo because you all just saw that I was RIGHT! HAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!

Crowd: BBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Woodbridge: What a cocksucker. Jesus Christ.

Big Money Mav pats Big Willie Styles on the back, before they walk back through the curtain together. We cut to the scene of doctors in the ring checking on Frazier as we fade out.

Balandran in His Kitchen
We then cut to the title card of Champagne Wishes and Caviar Dreams. We then cross fade into the kitchen of Balandran Villa, where Finch Toady and Austin Balandran are standing behind the granite countertop. Toady begins to speak.

Toady: We are here in the kitchen of Balandran Villa, where WiR Wrestler, Entrepreneur, and Spanish-American Aristocrat Austin Balandran has his three full course meals a day. Tell me, Austin, are you as good a cook as you are a professional wrestler?

Balandran: Well, truth be told, Finch, I can’t be bothered to waste my time with making food, so my personal servant, Bernardo is in charge of making my food, as well as keeping track of the things I need to get done.

Toady: Well with a schedule like yours, I don’t blame you!

They both laugh. Austin more so faking it.

Toady: Tell me more about this countertop.

Balandran: Well, both mother and father have an infinity for granite. I’m more so of a marble type of guy, but they’re old fashioned. Still, cost about $40,000 when it was all said and done? As far as fridge goes, I keep a lot of milk and water in there. Some juice for breakfast. I love POM Wonderful. No one is allowed to touch that. That is specifically mine.

Toady: You heard it here first, Balandran endources POM Wonderful. Now let’s move on, shall we?

Balandran: Lead the way.

Toady walks off screen. Austin’s phone buzzes again. He answers in a huff

Balandran: You call again, you’re fired...What?...What in the hell am I paying you guys for?...Exactly...Get your best on this...If A. NY. Thing is destroyed, it’s all of your asses.

Austin hangs up. He throws his phone to Bernardo, who catches it perfectly, and they walk off shot. Suddenly, Stephen Romero walks into frame, looking at the camera guy.

Romero: We cool, right?

The camera guy, gives a thumbs up. Romero smiles. He sees the fridge, and opens it. He pulls out the POM Wonderful from the fridge and opens it. He begins to shotgun the POM Wonderful. He finishes it.

Romero: Man, pomegranate is not my thing.

He runs off after Balandran as we fade out.

Andrew Garcia vs. Dr. Ishmael Yellowstone
We come back to the ring, focusing in on the timer, signaling for more beat the clock action. The timer on the wall is reset to 00:00, with the second part of it, labeled “goal”, set to the time to beat, 3:31, as we see Javier standing ready.

Javier: The following match is set for One Fall-

Crowd: ONE FALL!

Javier: And it’s our second match in the Beat The Clock Challenge!

The music of Doctor Ishmael Yellowstone plays throughout Forwell Hall as Doctor Yellowstone saunters into the venue. He holds a large sign above his head that reads, “SUFFERING FROM ALCOHOLISM? TRY COCAINE!”

Javier: Weighing 215 pounds, returning from San Francisco, California, Doctor Ishmael Yellowstone!

Yellowstone throws aside his sign to a member of the audience, and we see that there is a business card taped sloppily to the back. He rolls into the ring promptly, nodding to himself as he removes his lab coat.

The song slowly fades out before the lights cut out. After a moment, they turn red as The Dragon himself enters the hall. The music cuts back in just in time for him to walk towards the ring.

Javier: From Rexdale, Ontario, Canada and weighing 335 pounds, Andrew “The Dragon” Garcia!!

His gaze doesn’t leave Yellowstone until he’s rolled under the ropes and is standing on the mat. Both of them given the clear from the referee fairly quickly from each corner of the ring.

DING DING DING

Garcia goes for the first swing, and Yellowstone immediately ducks. He raises his head again, meeting Garcia’s eyes before quickly slapping him in the face. The crowd boos as Yellowstone’s own eyes widen.

Paisner: Talk about poking the bear!

Woodbridge: It seems like Yellowstone has gone full fight or flight this match. Let’s just hope that the strategy pays off.

Paisner: I don’t know, Mark. The look on Garcia’s face is telling me that it might be a mistake.

Garcia doesn’t waste any time as he reaches forward for a samoan spike and slams him into the mat! The crowd cheers while Yellowstone tries to steady himself upright yet again.

It’s a race against time to the ropes as Garcia darts back and forth, gaining momentum with each bounce off of them until he’s nearly a blur of muscles and fantastic hair. Yellowstone is clearly fazed before he closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and sticks his arms out at either side - taking Garcia down with a quick clothesline before he can react!

Paisner: Oof, maybe after the match Yellowstone can prescribe something for Garcia to help him recover.

Woodbridge: And it almost looks like he’s… surprised himself?! Let’s see if he can capitalize on this.

And he does. Not losing another second, Yellowstone drops onto his elbow. The audience boos as Garcia gasps from the impact. Using this advantage he does his best to pin him-

1

KICKOUT

Paisner: And it’s an immediate kickout! Well, bud, at least you tried.

Garcia pushes Yellowstone off of him with ease. Yellowstone goes to swing and Garcia ducks before kicking his legs up for an enzuigiri from behind. Collapsing onto the ground, Yellowstone slowly makes a crawl for the ropes.

Woodbridge: And it looks like Garcia is using up precious seconds to allow his opponent to recover.

Paisner: At this point it seems like he might as well just put him out of his misery.

Woodbridge: Well, with nearly two minutes left on the clock he knows he has the time.

Just before his fingers grasp the bottom rope, Yellowstone’s legs get pulled back - dragging him back to the center of the ring. There’s no mercy as he pulls him to his feet and shoves him into the ropes that had once been a beacon of hope. Yellowstone stumbles the whole way, bouncing back to center only to have his face meet Garcia’s knee.

Paisner: And it’s Zepelli’s Revenge!

1

2

3

DING DING DING

Javier: Your winner, with a time of one minute and six seconds, Andrewww Garciaaa!

Paisner: Barely over one minute for Garcia, incredibly fast and impressive, blowing Santiago out of the water, and giving a very tough challenge for Joey to even get into the match!

Woodbridge: And we saw he could’ve been even faster, what a damn freak of nature this man is.

Garcia stands up stoically, not a sweat broken, as he just stares down at DIY with what can only be described as a sort of disappointment, before heading under the ropes, and heading to the back, the crowd’s reaction being one mostly of fear.

COMMERCIAL COURTESY OF THE SHOW HOST, FANSHAWE COLLEGE

Balandran in His Living Room
We fade back into the Living Room of Austin Balandran, standing next to him Finch Toady.

Toady: We are back with Champagne Wishes and Caviar Dreams, the only show with a tax bracket requirement, I am of course, Finch Toady, and we are now in the living room of the villa, Austin, tell us all about it.

Austin begins to describe the room, using his arms.

Balandran: Well as you can see this room has just about any modern family would want. Those couches are worth about $20,000 dollars each. The recliner is worth about $200. La-Z-Boy. My dad insisted on having it. Call it being humble I guess.

Finch laughs as Austin continues.

Balandran: The rug is actually 19th century. My mother inherited it from her grandparents. Worth about 250,000 dollars now, last we had it appraised? Honestly, there’s just so much in here, that we forget that the rug is here.

We see a servant walk across the shot, stepping on the rug. Balandran snaps.

Balandran: Umm, what are you doing?

She freezes.

Balandran: No, get off the rug.

She quickly bolts off the rug.

Balandran: Do you realize that rug is worth most of your life? You had the audacity to not only ruin this shot, but you also potentially ruined this rug. GET OUT! You’re fired.

She starts crying and runs out. We hear a door slam.

Balandran: She was my nanny. Oh well.

Toady, unphased, continues.

Toady: Shall we head to the kitchen?

Balandran: Yes, we can cut through the den here. Right this way.

Everyone, except Bernardo, who comes into shot for the first time walking around the carpet, walks over the carpet, the camera getting some last shots. Through the entry way, we catch a glimpse of Stephen Romero, looking both ways before seeing the camera, and bolting in the opposite way.

V.O.: We’ll be right back, after a word from our sponsors!

Joey McCarty vs. Saskuto!
We come back to the ring, where we see Javier standing, ready for the next match.

Javier: The following match is the final of three Beat the Clock matches, with a time to beat of 3 minutes and 31 seconds!

The Naruto theme song plays as the scrawny Saskuto enters the venue and Naruto runs to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and then pops up to his feet, does a goofy series of hand signals, then yells at the top of his lungs, which comes out more as a high pitched screech as he lets the crowd know he is ready for battle.

Javier: From The Leaf Village, by way of Eureka Springs, Arkansas, weighing in at 110 pounds.. SAASKUUTOOOOO!!!!’

The crowd cheers for the aspiring Anime Ninja but their cheers are cut off by the grinding rock music of Joey McCarty, who enters the building to a warm reception from the Canadian crowd, who cheers their hockey-loving heel.

Javier: Weighing 232 pounds, from Woodstock, Ontario, Canada, Joeyy McCarrtty!!!!

McCarty slaps himself in the head a few times, yelling at the crowd in a hyped manner as he begins to make his way towards the ring.

Paisner: McCarty psyching himself up for this time-crunch of a match. This is going to be a challenge, as he has to beat his opponent in less than just one minute and 6 seconds if he wants to be added to Santiago Martinez and Andrew Garcia’s match for the Independent Championship. No small feat even against the easiest opponents.

McCarty has now slid under the bottom ropes and is in the ring, and he lets out another yell as he looks up at the time projected on the wall, 1:06.

The referee, Ivan Itchicock, pats down both wrestlers, first Saskuto, then McCarty, but as Ivan pats down the left leg of McCarty, he finds a pair of brass knuckles.

Itchicock: Come on! Get that BS outta this ring!

Ivan walks over and hands the knuckles to ringside crew, and McCarty takes it as an opportunity to start hammering away at Saskuto with right hands, cornering him before the bell has rung and Ivan hurries back into the ring to separate the two competitors. Ivan scolds McCarty but once both competitors are in their respective corners the bell is called for and the timer starts.

DING DING DING

McCarty once again launches himself at Saskuto but the scrawny weeaboo slides out of the ring to escape. The crowd boos but then laughs as Saskuto begins to Naruto runs around the ring, picking up velocity as he circles the ring once.

Woodbridge: This is why we bully people, folks. That is a 27 year old man. I hope McCarty gives him a massive wedgie.

Saskuto continues his signature run as he slides back into the ring and 22 seconds have elapsed. Saskuto attempts to carry the momentum, charging at McCarty, but is met with a stiff uppercut! McCarty begins running towards the ropes, and McCarty dashes at Saskuto but he leapfrogs McCarty! McCarty runs the ropes and tries to go for a jumping Bertuzzi Punch to the back of Saskuto’s head but Saskuto backs an elbow into McCarty, then runs the ropes but McCarty trails him and then pushes Saskuto into the ropes, and as Saskuto comes back fast, McCarty ducks as Saskuto jumps over McCarty, but collides with the ref!

Saskuto: GOMEN-NASAI, ITCHICOCK-SAN!

Ivan Itchicock isn’t down, however, as the very scrawny Saskuto only causes a brief moment of recollection for Ivan against the ropes, but McCarty quickly takes advantage by pulling a pair of Brass Knuckles out of his right boot! AND HE NAILS SASKUTO WITH THEM!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOO!!!

McCarty chucks the Brass Knuckles as he pins Saskuto, and Itchicock turns around and counts the pin.

1!

2!

3!

DING DING DING

Javier: Your winner, at a time of 1 minute and 5 seconds. JOEY MCCARTYY!!!

Crowd: BBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Paisner: You gotta be kidding me! McCarty did not need that cheap a shot to win, this is a 2 time world champion we’re talking about!

Woodbridge: But Joey knew he only had barely over a minute. And he clutched it out by one second! He saw Saskuto running around wasting time, and he took the dirty way out as he has now whined, complained, and cheated his way into a match with Dragon and Martinez for the Independent Title.

McCarty celebrates in the ring as he runs away and out of the room as Saskuto remains laid out in the ring, refs checking on him as we fade to black.

Romero in Balandran Villa
We come back to Romero’s point of view in the mansion, where he’s hiding from the camera in the staircase between the top and middle floors, before someone comes running up the stairs crying.

Romero: Yo! Something wrong?

The perhe person then stops, as we see it's the nanny Balandran just fired.

Nanny: Yes! I've been working for this family for over 30 years and I get fired on the spot for stepping on a rug!

Romero: What? Balandran just did that?

Nanny: Yes! And I was his nanny, I took care of him when his parents were gone so often and it just ends like that?

Romero: That heartless fucking bastard….say, hold up, I got something for you.

Romero pulls out his wallet, taking out all the cash in it, amounting to 600 dollars

Romero: I was gonna use it to bribe guards as a last resort, but they don't seem the listening type, and you're out a job so you need it way more anyways. I know it's not much for a grown adult, but I want to give something here

Romero hands the money over to the Nanny, who seems to hesitate taking the gift at first.

Nanny: But you seem to be an uninvited guest here, I heard some commotion and you look like you could cause some. I figure only a poor man would get angry enough at Austin to cause a storm in here! You must need it!

Romero: Not as much as you, trust me. Please take it, I insist.

With Romero's insistence, the Nanny takes the money.

Romero: Now, I don't have much more time, the cameras caught me so security is on my ass any second now. If you need more help, look me up, my name’s Stephen Romero, get in touch okay?

The nanny nods, and continues her way out, as Romero then bolts down the stairs into the living area. Where just as Romero seems to have expected, lie an army of security in wait.

Romero: You know how many of you I took out already? Don’t be fooled by your numbers, you don’t none of this.

Yet again, Romero gets no response but the guards stoically fulfilling their duty.

Romero: Well step forward then!

As Romero says this, we see the mass of security guards comes towards him! Romero decking the first one to get near him with a lariat, then ducking under the wave of strikes that are promptly thrown at him!

Romero runs through the few security guards that didn’t instantly rush him and stood back getting mowed over with shoulder blocks from Romero as they try to approach! The guards who missed with their strikes then turn around to face Romero again, as Romero sees three things near him, a la-Z-boy recliner, a glass table, and a lavish, expensive leather couch.

Romero: Well, might as well fuck up the thing hardest to replace!

Romero then grabs the couch, and yanks it off the ground! Managing to hold the whole thing up with his strength, as a guard begins rushing at him! But the guard meets an unfortunate fate, as Romero swings the couch into his side! Hitting the guard hard, as he falls to the ground! Several guards at once then rush towards Romero, but Romero just YEETS the couch at them! Hitting several men at the same time, and knocking them down under the weight and momentum of the incoming couch! Another guard them comes at Romero, Romero attempting to lariat him, but the guard actually ducking under, then uppercutting Romero! And uppercutting him again! The guard then goes to kick Romero, but Romero catches the kick! Romero then grabs the security guard by his shirt, lifting him up by that and his leg, before dropping him through the glass table with a spinebuster! The glass shattering into many pieces under him! But as this happens, a buff security guards come at Romero to deliver a clothesline! But Romero ducks under, and goes to respond with his own, which that guard ducks under! Romero then steps off for a moment, noticing he’s right by the recliner, and so picks it up to swing at the buff guard! Hitting the guard with the recliner, forcing him back, but not off his feet! Romero then hits him again! But still the guard stays on his feet! Romero strikes a third time, but still gets the guard only to double over! Romero then raises the recliner high, seeking to strike it down on the buff guard, but the buff guard recovers, and pushes Romero back! With enough strength to knock Romero on his ass! Romero keeps hold of the recliner, but is shoot as the buff guard rushes towards him, and looks to boot Romero in the head! But Romero throws his head to the side, and the buff guard catches nothing but wall with his boot! Romero then makes his way back up, the buff guard now hobbling after ramming his foot, with Romero taking advantage by raising the recliner up, and bringing it down over the buff guard’s head! The buff guard’s head cartoonishly going all the way through and out the other end, metaphorical birds flying around his head, before collapsing to the ground, as Romero sees to have cleared everyone out!

Romero: through panting Ah….ah fuck that’s exhausting…..well, while i’m here…

Romero then turns his eyes to the very expensive rug in the room.

Romero: How dirty are my boots..

Romero takes a look at his boots, as we see a noticeable amount of grass and dirt still on them from when he was running outside.

Romero: Dirty enough!

Romero then steps onto the rug, as he begins to wipe his boots off on the quarter of a million dollar furnishing! Romero really digs in his boots, and looks to get as much gunk off his boots and onto the rug in the process. Romero is just about done, before he feels a very meager pounding at his back, Romero, confused more than anything, turns around, and sees a rather lanky, beat up, tired, but very persistent security guard he took out earlier.

Security Guard: Come….come uhh...come get some.

The camera zooms into Romero’s eyes as he looks at the guard, revealing not-so-great intent, as we fade out on the scene.

Young Cardinals In-Ring Promo
Young Cardinals by Alexisonfire signal their arrival to the audience, as the pair begin to walk down to the ring to a chrous of boos.

Paisner: Well, the Young Cardinals beginning their way down to the ring unannounced after seeming to go out their way to be dicks to the crew that helps us run shows. Let alone Nova’s abhorrent actions earlier in this show to some local wrestlers. They’re probably in quite poor moods after recently dropping the tag titles, and dropping a match to Bok Choy and Mason Saunders in the previous week, lets see what they have to say.

As Paisner was speaking, Nova and Alpha had made their way into the ring, where we see ringside staff hand Nova a mic, as he begins to speak.

Nova: Hello Canada!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Woodbridge: We usual see the Cardinals get slightly more positive reactions than usual up north being boys from here…..but I don’t Nova’s getting much after his actions earlier tonight.

Nova: Now, I figure some of have been wondering-

Heckler in the crowd: How are you still functioning with your shit diet?

Nova: Hey! Shut up! Who’s the wrestler here? It works itself out and that’s all I have to say about that! Now, as the civilized among you have been wondering, how will your national heroes, The Young Cardinals, follow up on their tragic loss of the tag team titles. A loss mind you, only possible because of an attack by masked men on Joey, injuring him, and giving The Stargazers a deeply unfair advantage. Which in the end, they only barely managed to take advantage of anyways. Well, today, we proclaim that we are cashing in our re-match clause, for a one-on-one match with The Stargazers!

Paisner: Wait, one-on-one they say?

Nova: Alpha, you talk to ‘em now.

Nova hands the mic over to Alpha, who now begins to speak himself.

Alpha: Indeed, at the upcoming pay-per-view, we challenged The StarFAKERS to a re-match, me and Nova, no injuries, level playing field, and we guarantee, at the end of the night, we will defeat you two, Joey will take the independent title, and we will be drowning in gold once again!

Paisner, seeming to have an issue with all this beyond Nova and Alpha being cunt bags, stands up, grabs a stadium mic, and simply-

Paisner: Clears throat into the mic

As Paisner does this, he catches the attention of Nova and Alpha, who both turn around, as Alpha says-

Alpha: The hell you interrupting us for old man?

Paisner: You two seem to be talking about going one-on-one with The Stargazers yes?

Alpha: Duh, we have our re-match clause, we’re the number one contenders, what else do you want us to be talking about?

Paisner: Well, usually if number one contenders lose a match before their title shot, they often lose that status to the team they lost to yes? And you two have lost recently yes?

Alpha: What? Are you just gonna take our rightful re-match from us? Give it to hick boy and lard ass? You can’t jus-

Paisner: Don’t worry, you boys will still get your re-match.

Alpha: Oh thank go-

Paisner: It just won’t be one on one, I can’t take your re-match away for losing, but I can still reward those who beat you. So therefore at the upcoming pay-per-view, it will be The Stargazers, the Young Cardinals, plus Mason Saunders and Bok Choy facing off in a triple threat tag match for the WiR Tag Team Championship!

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Both Nova and Alpha look at Paisner, staring daggers, enraged by this announcement.

Alpha: Oh, I see how it is huh? You put Joey into a match hurt when I easily could have took his spot, you give us a re-match only under multi-man circumstances so we can lose it without even being pinned? You know what, screw you! We’ll move past your bias, and we’ll take those tag titles back anyways! We’re outta here, you don’t deserve to be near us!

Alpha then tosses the mic down onto the ground into anger, as he and Nova storm out of the place to the back, the fans heckling them for not getting quite what they wanted, as Nova and Alpha angrily jaw back with them.

Paisner: Well, they don’t seem quite pleased with me, but while they’re entitled to their fair re-match, Choy and Saunders had an important enough win against them to earn the shot as well.

Woodbridge: If anything, while they’re angry now, I think the Cardinals can work with this. Triple threats are no DQ, and they’re facing two teams way less likely to take advantage of that as they are.

Paisner: Indeed, I kinda wonder once they calm down a bit, if i’ve just unleashed a bit of hell. But now, we’ll return to the action a bit, here’s a word from our sponsors!

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Balandran in the Main Entrance of Balandran Villa
We fade back in to Balandran Villa, the main foyer with a huge chandelier hanging down. Finch Toady starts to speak again as Balandran has the biggest shit eating grin on his face.

Toady: We are now in the main entrance way of this beautiful home of Austin Balandran. Tell me, there has to be a story behind this beautiful chandelier!

Balandran: Well, it’s actually a long story. See, this guy was invested in this stupid energy drink…

We hear a buzzing noise. Austin stops. He pulls out his phone and sees a number calling him. He answers

Balandran: What?...Seriously?...Handle it. What do I pay you for? Thank you.

Balandran hangs up. He continues to speak.

Balandran: Anyway, where was I? Oh yes. So, anyway, long story short, company went bankrupt, we bought the company, currently rebranding it, and now I own this chandelier! Worth more than the apartment that a certain WiR wrestler rents.

Toady: You mean, Romero.

Balandran: I’m not talking business, I’m talking about my house. But yes, Stephen Romero. We agreed that there would be no talk of that stupid promotion. Especially him.

Toady fumbles.

Toady: Uhh...that’s basically all of my notes.

Austin sighs.

Balandran: Should we move on to the backyard?

Toady: Yes, quite right. Let’s move on!

They leave the room. We then see a security guard fall into frame. The camera guy pans up to see a hole in the ceiling, then suddenly panning to the upper floor to see Stephen Romero. He then throws his legs over the rails of the floor, and jumps to the chandelier, swinging a bit, before finally hopping down. He then looks back and forth, and runs in the direction that he thinks Balandran went off to. We cut to the title card.

V.O.: We’ll be right back with Champagne Wishes and Caviar Dreams, right after this!

Tyler Dylan vs. Viktor Ivanov
We then cut back to the ring, where we see Javier one last time, giddy to announce the main event

Javier: The following match is set for ONE FALL and is subject to a 60-minute time limit! And it is your main event of the evening!

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Javier: Your referee for this contest is Tai Ni Wong. Introducing first...

Brain Stew plays and out comes Tyler Dylan to a chorus of boos louder than any we've seen since his return.

Paisner: Well you can't say that's unexpected, Tyler has taken a... strange turn since he stepped back in a WiR ring and it's a turn that won't go down well in a city like London

Javier: From Detroit, Michigan, Tylerrrrrrrrrrr DYLAN!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Tyler slides into the ring and throws his shirt to the side, staring at the curtain as he awaits...

Javier: And his opponent...

The Sacred War plays as Viktor Ivanov steps through the curtain, arms wide, the crowd boos him just as hard as they did Tyler.

Javier: From St. Petersburg, Russia, Viktor IVANOVVVVVV!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Ivanov ignores the hostile reaction from the crowd, he knows his cause is just and cares not for their opinion. He steps through the ropes as the two men quickly begin to circle each other.

DING DING DING

Dylan quickly charges Ivanov, who sidesteps him with the same swiftness. But before Ivanov can turn to face his opponent Dylan nails him with a brutal roundhouse kick to the back of the head!

Crowd: OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!

Woodbridge: Tyler Dylan wasting no time pulling out some brutal moves here in the opening minutes!

Ivanov stumbles to the rope but doesn't go all the way down, Tyler nails him with an elbow for good measure, before launching him to the opposite side of the ring, planting him with a lariat on the rebound. He quickly begins stomping away at Ivanov's fingers before turning to the crowd.

Dylan: TYE DAY BAYBAY!

But before Dylan can turn his attention back to his opponent Ivanov clasps his damaged fingers around Dylan's gut, lifting him in the air and dropping him with a German suplex, before rolling through and hitting him with it again! He lifts him for a third but Dylan struggles out of it and runs at the ropes, only for Ivanov to catch him with a seatbelt toss on his way back before quickly going for the cover!

1!

Paisner: Ivanov with an early Severnoye Siyaniye there, but not enough to put Dylan a way just yet

Woodbridge: I've got a feeling that kick to the head is gonna haunt him through this match

Dylan gets back to his feet, almost unfazed, clutching his back for only a few seconds before he launches himself at Ivanov with an elbow to the jaw! Ivanov falls into the corner as Dylan hits him again with an elbow, this time to the chest, followed by a kick to the gut! With Ivanov slumped against the turnbuckle Dylan charges at him, stepping up onto the rope before nailing him in the head again with an enzuigiri! Ivanov falls to his hands and knees, but Dylan drags him up, lifting him in the air and dropping him back on his front with the Face Fuck!!

Crowd: OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH

One crowd member screams in support of Dylan as he goes for the cover...

1!

2

Ivanov kicks out!

Paisner: It really looks like no man can get the upper hand in this one!

Ivanov rolls to his back and stays there, trying to catch his breath as a cocky Dylan taunts the crowd again. He bounces off the ropes looking to hit Ivanov with a soccer kick... but Ivanov catches his leg! Ivanov comes to his feet and quickly plants Dylan again with the Severnoye Siyaniye!

Woodbridge: The second Severnoye Siyaniye of this match! Ivanov really looking to go to work on Dylan's back here.

Instead of going for the cover Ivanov rolls Dylan on to his stomach and begins to lock in a surfboard stretch, Dylan tries his hardest to crawl to the ropes but to no avail. Ivanov rolls onto his back, raising Dylan into the air, bending his back in a way that shouldn't be possible!

Dylan: AHHHHHHHHHHHH

Dylan tries to force himself down in an attempt to break the hold, sending Ivanov's shoulders to the mat in the process!

1!

Quickly realising his mistake Ivanov is forced to break the hold. Still in a dominant position Ivanov rushes Dylan, blasting him with kicks to the legs and elbows to the face, before launching himself at the rope and coming back to plant Dylan with a lariat!

Woodbridge: Looks like we've found the dominant one in this match eh Pais?

Ivanov drags Dylan back to his feet and hauls him on his shoulder, before rushing at the corner and thrusting Dylan's back against the turnbuckle! Ivanov climbs to the second rope and begins unloading on Dylan a series of forearms, enough that would render a normal man unconscious. Ivanov drops back down and turns to the crowd.

Ivanov: ВЫ ХОТИТЕ, ЧТОБЫ Я ЗАКОНЧИЛ ЕГО? Я закончу его!

Ivanov turns back to Dylan only to be met with a kick to the gut, as he keels over Dylan quickly seizes the opportunity and forces Ivanov between his legs before quickly flipping forward, driving Ivanov's head into the mat with the Smells Like Victory! He dives at him for the pin but Ivanov musters up all his energy to roll out of the ring.

1...

2...

3...

4...

Dylan: Get back in here!

Dylan paces around the ring, he knows his opportunity to win has been wasted.

5...

6...

7...

Wong begins shouting at Ivanov to get back into the ring when suddenly Dylan flies past her head and over the ropes, launching himself in a senton at Ivanov...

...but before he lands Kyle Scott nails him with a bicycle kick, sending him careening onto the solid laminate floor!

Paisner: What the hell is he doing out here!?

DING DING DING

Javier: Ladies and gentlemen, due to interference this match has been ruled a no contest!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Woodbridge: Victory has been snatched from Tyler Dylan's hands here tonight!

Paisner: And what a victory it would have been, why the hell is Kyle even out here!

Ivanov stumbles to his feet with the help of Ernesto Vargas, they both grab Dylan and roll him back into the ring, with Kyle seizing Javier Babaganoush's mic. He slides into the ring and stands in front of a fallen Tyler Dylan flanked by the Red Army, one worse for wear than the other.

Kyle: This is a joke isn't it? Just a funny little prank you're trying to pull on me Allen? I speak the truth about you one time and suddenly I'm persona non grata? Your own world champion, relegated to wondering around backstage. I'd actually be angry if it wasn't so pathetic.

Kyle kicks the downed Tyler Dylan, still gasping for air.

Kyle: Instead, you make this clown the star of the show. Pagli-fucking-acci Dylan, the man who parades around talking to every far-right nutter he can, telling them how he's oppressed by this company when-

Kyle laughs to himself.

Kyle: When that same company just gave him a shot at that stupid QWF championship, what the fuck does QWF even mean!? All this despite the fact he was never in that stupid company, and despite the fact that he's a fucking moron and each and every single person in this room knows it. Christ, play the video."Dylan: I'm not good at these 'promos' but promos don't matter, ass kicking matters. Dutch and I will run through you fucks like the 9/11, ohhhh did I shock you with my words? Does it piss you guys off? I'm a antichrist, I don't believe in those fake bible story's. I'm Tyler Dylan and I'm the realist person in this company."Kyle: Him! According to the "man" in charge of this company, the "man" writhing on the floor in front of you right now is the one fit to be the face of it. No no, not me, not the champion of every single downtrodden person on this planet, he couldn't do it. But a washed up drug addict who can barely string a sentence together? Oh yes, he's perfectly fit for the job!

Woodbridge: It's gotta be workplace bullying at this point?

Kyle: I look at you now Allen, I see those rusted cogs turning in your brain, you're asking yourself "Oooh, how can I turn this incident into money?" just like the leech that you are. You're thinking, "Maybe I can run a health insurance scam?" or "How about I don't pay Kyle this week?". Nah, I think I know what it is, maybe it's "What if I go one step further? What if I prove how moronic I am? What if I put Tyler up against Kyle for his world title?"

Ivanov and Vargas roll Dylan onto his stomach and drag him in front of Kyle.

Kyle: Allen, I say this in the most earnest way I can. If you put Tyler Dylan in this ring again, the people's ring, it will be the biggest mistake of your career, and it'll be the end of his.

Kyle drops the mic and attacks Tyler's legs just as quickly, beginning to set up the inverted Indian deathlock, Ivanov gives Dylan a boot to the ribs as payback while Kyle grabs a hold of his arms, lifting his head as the crowd watches in suspense...before slowly lowering them back down and releasing the hold.

Kyle: Not yet... no not yet Tyler, your time will come.

Kyle and the Red Army leave the ring while an almost lifeless Tyler Dylan crawls into the corner as the scene fades out.

Balandran in His Garden
We fade in to the backyard of the Balandran Villa, with pristine white stone pathways, perfectly trimmed hedge pushes, and a large fountain in the center. As we once more see Austin Balandran, looking as confident and cocky as ever in a black and gold suit, and Finch Toady.

Toady: Welcome back to Champagne Wishes and Caviar Dreams, where we’re now at our final stop, with this truly gorgeous back garden in the Balandran Villa! Tell, what’s the inspiration for this design?

Balandran: As I am practically royalty, I took direct inspiration from european royal gardens. Ordering clean, heavily organized hedge bushes. Rather than accepting something like living in a place where they just let trees grow all haphazardly with no concern for the aesthetics. Perfectly laid, immaculately carved and maintained white stone rather than cracked pavement, and of course, no back garden is complete without a founta-

As Balandran is speaking, suddenly he gets yet another call, he grits his teeth in annoyance for a moment, before answering!

Balandran: Yes yes what in god’s name is it this time?.....You’ve dealt with things like the other cleaners being clumsy before, just pick it up and put it back on the shelf!.........Well I didn’t make knowing some handiwork a qualification for nothing! If there’s a bit of damage it shouldn’t be hard to put back together good as new, now goodbye! I have more important business!

Balandran then puts his phone back into his pocket, as he deeply sighs.

Balandran: Servants, never know when it’s appropriate to talk and when it’s not am I right? But as I was saying, no back garden is complete without a fountain. Look at that beauty! Marvelous! One of the features i’m most proud of! Now come with, i’ll show how far down these hedge rows go.

Balandran then begins to walk away, but Toady doesn’t move, seemingly stunned and fixated on something, as Balandran notices, and turns around.

Balandran: Toady, what is the hold up? We only have so much filming time left.

Toady: Uhhhh…..ummmm…..

The camera then pans around, where we see a figure squatting on top a hedge bush, that figure being none other than Stephen Romero.

Romero: What up asshole! I must say, mighty fine stuff you have! Shame what happened to most of it, and shame what’ll happen to you now!

Balandran seems shocked, and tries to rush in, but barely gets a step before Romero stands up, and jumps off the hedge with a crossbody onto Balandran! Taking him down, and keeping him there as Romero lays punches in to Balandran’s head! Toady is terrifed by this, as he just straight up bails! Balandran struggles around, and manages to slip out of Romero’s reach! The two get to their feet around the same time, as Balandran throws a sloppy and panicked punch at Romero, one that’s easily ducked, and responded to with a haymaker that isn’t ducked! Then another! And another! Before Romero launches one powerful enough to turn Balandran around with it’s force! Balandran is about to fall to his knees, but not before Romero grabs the back collar of Balandran’s suit! Balandran struggles and kicks, but cannot match Romero’s sheer strength, who runs forward with Balandran in his grasp, before flipping him into the fountain! Balandran landing on his back in the fountain, as his hair and whole suit gets soaked! Balandran rushes to stand up out the fountain, as he gives up any pretenses of fighting, and just tries to get away by rushing towards the double doors back into the villa, but Romero rushes in to knock him down with a big boot! Balandran is knocked back to the ground, as in his dazed state, he crawls over to the doors, grabbing the knobs to pull himself up by them. But as he gets up to his feet, Romero rushes in, and spears Balandran through the door! Knocking it off it’s hinges, as Balandran is sent hard down into it! Balandran barely conscious at all! Romero takes a moment to catch his breath, before making his way to his feet, pressing his boot onto Balandran’s chest, as he begins to speak.

Romero: You’re too good for house party eh ya son of bitch? Well brotha, i’m here to teach you that you ain’t above shit!

Balandran: Fuck…..you….

Romero: So, we havin’ another match or what?

Balandran: Don’t….get...too….confident….you still….don’t deserve it.

Romero: Ah, so you ain’t angry enough to take a chance to beat a man up for wiping his feet on your fancy rug? I heard that sells for a pretty buck!

Balandran: What?...you….you son of a bitch! You go to those lengths huh!.....you worthless bastard….never know when to stop pressing buttons….never know going too far….never know giving up when you should…..you just sealed your fate! If you’re this insistent….if you go to these lengths to show you haven’t given up…..then I guess i’ll have to force you to! I want a submission match!

Romero: Not usually my speciality, but it’s a deal. Now, what do you got in your fridge? You store any of your champagne there? Might help myself to some, see ya next time brotha!

Romero then takes his boot off of Balandran, as he walks away, going in the direction of the staircase presumably to get to the kitchen.

Balandran: What? No! A man...a man like you would never appreciate it! Do you have any idea….any idea at all how expensive those are!...do you…..ah fuck.

Balandran then just lays his head to his side, bruised, wet, and completely spent, as he seems to finally pass out. The show fading to black on his ruined mansion.

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