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NIGHT TWO
TUESDAY 22ND OCTOBER
NIGHT TWO
TUESDAY 22ND OCTOBER
INTRO
The camera pans around to show the cheering fans and some modest fireworks as the show begins. Thunder in Paradise plays out over the arena. It's not as popular as the night we played Cotton Eyed Joe, but not far off. We see scaffolding set up, as the commentators explain this was already in place just in case, ahead of a fan vote for tonight’s Brass Knuckles Title match. They run through the card before jumping straight into the first match of the night.
TELEVISION TAG TEAM TITLE MATCH
Midnight Demon Club (c) v C & C
It was only a matter of time before MDC got their hands on tag gold here, but they face a tough challenge retaining them here against C & C. Claire and Coco have been a thorn in the side of every opponent they’ve come up against so far, if not winning the match outright, then at least always ensuring they get the last laugh. Romero reserves his respect only a handful of opponents but was quick to recognise this was a big test for him and Noa in the build up to this match. Coco got the challengers off to a great start, wearing down Noa before passing the baton to Claire. Claire kept it up but a reversal from Noa switched it in their favour, as a hot tag put the champs back on top. But Claire pulled it back with great endurance and crawled her way over to Coco who came charging into the ring with a flurry of right hands. A title change looked to be on the cards until a click tag to Noa was made out of sight and she came flying off the top rope with a Doomsday Device between them. She followed it up with a Diving Senton as Romero held off the advancing Claire for a maiden defence.
Winners: Midnight Demon Club (Still Television Tag Team Champions)
BACKSTAGE
Flynn Howell is seen discussing something with a Referee backstage. He has a set of scales in his hand. He reaches into his pocket and pulls something out, it’s not clear what but he puts it into the chest pocket of the Referee and pats it before walking off.
REEL IN THE GOLD 2
Two briefcases are placed on poles on opposite corner's of the ring. Inside each one pertains a contract for a shot at either the Television Tag Team or the Undisputed Tag Team Titles.
Wicked Grace v Fem/Slash v Freedom Fighters v Salavea Twins v The Rogues Gallery v Ozzy Havok & Wheeler Wilkes
With all the teams out it’s near impossible to keep up with the action. Shirtless pals Ozzy and Wheeler take the fight to the Salaveas, while Rogues Gallery get stuck into Fem/Slash. Freedom Fighters and Wicked Grace meanwhile pick up where they’re left off a few weeks ago as the chaos ensues in every direction. Wicked Grace are first to lay a hand on the cases, but Ozzy pulls away Darcy’s leg at the last second. The ensuing brawl leaves open a spot for Lena Skye to reach up and grab the first case unopposed but she doesn’t stop there, heading over to the over side to try and get the other one too! Wheeler Wilkes is on hand to spear her out the way which leaves Levi Silvera open to a free shot at grabbing it until the Freedom Fighters reappear in the nick of time. A double Neckbreaker off the ladder ripples across the arena as Glory then ascends to secure a case, while Miss Liberty fends off Kendra Graves at the pivotal moment, as Wicked Grace are left frustrated after an agonising close night.
Winners: Fem/Slash, The Freedom Fighters
BACKSTAGE
Both teams head backstage and immediately open their cases to find out which belts they’re fighting for. Fem/Slash go first.. it's the Television Tag Titles. Lena looks directly into the camera and stakes their claim, they're ready for the fight with Midnight Demon Club. Meanwhile Freedom Fighters are already celebrating. They’ve got a shot at the Undisputed Tag Titles! The villainous Moriarty and Violet are going to pay for everything they’ve done in this company! See if they don’t!
TELEVISION TITLE MATCH
Gwen Margolis (c) v Serenity Holmes
A quick recap form the commentators - one month ago there was a twenty wrestler battle royal and these two were last remaining. Holmes was humble in defeat that night, insisting that it was just proof she was etching closer to a first Five Lakes championship. Former Undisputed Tag Team champion Margolis had a long wait for he own singles success, and with the exception of a close fought match against her friend Zara Walker last time out, has looked largely unbeatable for each of her other defences so far. The crowd were excited for this mouth watering rematch. Two famous surnames in the world of professional wrestling, and two young, bright, female grapplers to live up to them. Gwen was adamant she wanted to finish this one inside the distance, and not rely on the clock for a successful defence. Serenity too was mindful of the ticking timer as this one went hell for leather. The crowd were on their feet throughout for an even contest, that was ultimately decided by a neat reversal from nowhere. Gwen was lining up her Blonde Ambition finisher but Serenity sidestepped a charge and pounced to get the Home Sweeter Holmes on (Cattle Mutilation)! Gwen couldn't withstand it after a long time trying. Serenity was handed the belt and dropped to her knees as Gwen writhed in pain. Eventually she rolled out the ring and shook it off, visibly disappointed but trying not to show it. Holmes meanwhile was delighted to finally get her hands on some Five Lakes gold, and so were the fans, after a great match up. It’s unlikely this will be the last time they come across one another, but for now it's honours even.
Winner: Serenity Holmes (New Television Champion)
BRASS KNUCKLES TITLE MATCH
LAST PERSON STANDING
Jack McGrath (c) v Kimberley Williams
Some say McGrath was made for this title, although as he proved with the Television Title, he’s a dangerous man when it comes to his possession of any championship. A formidable opponent that few have fared the better of in his time here. Williams though wasn't called Queen of the Deatchmatch for no reason and took the fight to the man who had once previously beaten her. The fight spilled over onto the outside of the ring and into the crowd, as the smashed just about anything and everything they could find across one another's heads. At one point Kim got her hands on a flame thrower and blasted it at McGrath, who fell to the floor, his long hair singed and eye patch deteriorating. Some quips were made about Kim creating more redheads but nobody was laughing five minutes later when McGrath got his hands on his infamous sithe and swiped her off her feet. He launched a deadly swipe at her head but god forbid what would have happened if she hadn't moved, as the crowd and commentators alike took a deep breath at what might have been. McGrath really was a cold bloodied killer, and was proving it tonight. Blood was gushing from both their faces as they made their way towards the top of the entrance ramp. Kimberley begins to climb the scaffolding for an aerial move but McGrath gets to his feet and picks up the flame thrower. He blasts it right in Kim’s direction, and she has no alternative but to climb higher to evade being burnt. McGrath goes after her and they start to brawl on top of the scaffolding. Kim, the first one up, gets the upper hand but she doesn’t look confident as the scaffolding shakes with every move they land. She ducks his advances though and hits him with a Morrigan’s Wrath (Superkick)! McGrath stumbles backwards and just about reaches one of the poles to stop himself from falling. Blood is dripping from his nose and he looks at Kim and laughs as if to say ‘Is that all you got?’ Kim comes at him another Superkick and HOLY SHIT! McGrath tumbles off the scaffolding and onto the ground below. He’s out cold! Kim looks down at him as the Referee begins to count. One.. Two.. Three.. what the fuck, McGrath is stirring!? How is he moving after that fall!? He gets up on one elbow, but he can barely open his eyes. What does it take to beat him? Four.. Five.. Six.. McGrath crashes back down, arms out stretched, he’s done. There’s blood coming from the back of his head now and he’s completely unconscious. Seven.. Eight.. Nine.. TEN! NEW CHAMPION!
Winner: Kimberley Williams (New Brass Knuckles Champion)
POST-MATCH
POST-MATCH
Kimberley climbs down and is handed the belt but before she takes it is keen to ensure, after everything that happened, that McGrath is still alive. She takes the straps and throws it in the air to a huge cheer from the crowd. McGrath meanwhile finally comes around, somehow, and gets to his feet. He's not right and the medics want to check over him but he pushes them away with his superior size and strength and makes his own way to the back, blood pouring from every inch of his body.
PRE-MATCH
Flynn Howell comes out first and is carrying a mic and some scales. He’s not convinced Weston Lovejoy meets the criteria for this championship and he has agreed with the Referee he should be weighed beforehand. If he’s so much as one ounce above the 215 pound mark the match will not go ahead. Weston makes his entrance to a huge cheer. He looks leaner than usual, if anything. The man usually sits at 215 pounds dead but today he looks a little less. He says no problem and gets on the scales as the camera focuses in on the needle as it bounces back and forth before stopping on the 225 mark! The Referee waves his hands in the air, this title match cannot go ahead, as Flynn is happy to announce that Weston does not meet the mark for the Junior Heavyweight Title. Weston calls bullshit. He weighed himself backstage and he was under 210! He begins looking at the scales at the back to see if they've been tampered with but Flynn snatches them off him and asks him to get his fat ass out of here. He says Weston has wasted his and all these fans time. Just then Ichabod Thrasher’s music hits. Out comes Weston’s partner with a different Ref. The head of Referees, as it goes, and he’s also carrying a brand new set of scales. They’re still wrapped in packaging from inside an Amazon parcel. Ich explains that he knew something dodgy would go on here so he planned ahead. He says Weston will weigh himself again with the new scales in front of the Head Referee but Flynn doesn’t think it’s necessary, the point was already proved and he has successfully retained his title. Weston steps on despite Flynn’s protests and lo and behold, he comes in at 208 pounds. Flynn says Thrasher can’t be trusted. Those scales were clearly tampered with but the Referee makes his call.. this match will go ahead!
JUNIOR HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE MATCH
Flynn Howell (c) v Weston Lovejoy
Despite Flynn's incessant protests as soon as the bell rang both men charged at each other, setting the pace for what would be an all-out, neck-and-neck contest. Flynn, using his technical skills, looked to take control early with an arm drag into a hammerlock, but Weston’s agility allowed him to slip out. Weston retaliated with a sharp dropkick that sent Flynn stumbling into the ropes. Flynn bounced back, narrowly avoiding a flying forearm, and quickly transitioned into a snap suplex, keeping Weston grounded.
Flynn methodically worked over Weston with submission holds, applying pressure with a tight headlock and then transitioning into a Russian legsweep. However, Weston fought back, using his speed to his advantage. He ducked a clothesline from Flynn and countered with a springboard roundhouse kick that sent Flynn reeling. Weston followed up with a running crossbody, but Flynn rolled through and nearly pinned Weston with a quick cover, only for Weston to kick out at two.
Flynn then went for his Welsh Bomb (lifting double underhook sitout facebuster), but Weston fought out of it and hit a Good Mythical Mourning (fisherman sitout side powerslam) out of nowhere. Both men were down, the crowd rallying behind Weston. Flynn slowly got back to his feet first and looked to end it with a German suplex, but Weston flipped out of the hold, landing on his feet. He immediately hit Flynn with a Stick Stickly (bicycle knee strike), knocking Flynn into the corner.
Sensing an opportunity, Weston delivered his Happy Knee Friends (running flip knees into Flynn’s chest in the corner) before dragging Flynn to his feet. Weston climbed to the top rope, looking for the Gary Come Home (Arabian Spanish Fly). Flynn somehow reversed it mid-air, managing to land on his feet and hit a tilt-a-whirl slam, sending Weston crashing to the mat.
Both men, exhausted, scrambled to their feet, trading strikes in the middle of the ring. Flynn hit a powerful tilt-a-whirl facebuster, but Weston immediately popped up, delivering a Die for Me! (buzzsaw kick). Flynn, dazed, collapsed but managed to catch Weston with a desperation Inverted Tilt-A-Whirl Slam as Weston charged him.
With both men nearly out of gas, Flynn saw an opening and went for his Welsh Bomb again. This time, he nailed it perfectly, driving Weston into the mat. Flynn hooked the leg for the cover, and despite Weston’s valiant effort to kick out, the referee counted to three. Flynn Howell retained the Junior Heavyweight Title in a clean, hard-fought, super close finish that had the crowd on the edge of their seats until the final moment.
Flynn methodically worked over Weston with submission holds, applying pressure with a tight headlock and then transitioning into a Russian legsweep. However, Weston fought back, using his speed to his advantage. He ducked a clothesline from Flynn and countered with a springboard roundhouse kick that sent Flynn reeling. Weston followed up with a running crossbody, but Flynn rolled through and nearly pinned Weston with a quick cover, only for Weston to kick out at two.
Flynn then went for his Welsh Bomb (lifting double underhook sitout facebuster), but Weston fought out of it and hit a Good Mythical Mourning (fisherman sitout side powerslam) out of nowhere. Both men were down, the crowd rallying behind Weston. Flynn slowly got back to his feet first and looked to end it with a German suplex, but Weston flipped out of the hold, landing on his feet. He immediately hit Flynn with a Stick Stickly (bicycle knee strike), knocking Flynn into the corner.
Sensing an opportunity, Weston delivered his Happy Knee Friends (running flip knees into Flynn’s chest in the corner) before dragging Flynn to his feet. Weston climbed to the top rope, looking for the Gary Come Home (Arabian Spanish Fly). Flynn somehow reversed it mid-air, managing to land on his feet and hit a tilt-a-whirl slam, sending Weston crashing to the mat.
Both men, exhausted, scrambled to their feet, trading strikes in the middle of the ring. Flynn hit a powerful tilt-a-whirl facebuster, but Weston immediately popped up, delivering a Die for Me! (buzzsaw kick). Flynn, dazed, collapsed but managed to catch Weston with a desperation Inverted Tilt-A-Whirl Slam as Weston charged him.
With both men nearly out of gas, Flynn saw an opening and went for his Welsh Bomb again. This time, he nailed it perfectly, driving Weston into the mat. Flynn hooked the leg for the cover, and despite Weston’s valiant effort to kick out, the referee counted to three. Flynn Howell retained the Junior Heavyweight Title in a clean, hard-fought, super close finish that had the crowd on the edge of their seats until the final moment.
Winner: Flynn Howell (Still Junior Heavyweight Champion)
OPENWEIGHT TITLE SUBMISSION MATCH
Ichabod Thrasher v Silas Romero
Here we go. Round three (hundred) for these pair as they square off for the third show running over the Openweight Title. Two weeks ago they were rudely interrupted and Thrasher did the honourable thing and suggested they put on a rematch. Second time around Romero got the better of his young adversary, and returned the favour with an offer of one final bout to finish the 'series'. No doubt they'll cross paths again some time, particularly with both men firmly setting their sights on lighting up the tag division too, but for now it was mano el mano, submission style for the Openweight strap. Romero came out with his two belts and was given a warm reception from the crowd, before Ich made his own entrance to an equally huge cheer. They wasted no time in squaring off, dancing around the ring with incredible technical prowess. Ich got an early lead and put the veteran Romero under pressure, but he had an answer for every question and switched things up to get a stronghold on this match. The Arkham Asylum (Arm-Trapped Crossface Submission) was firmly locked on at one point, but Thrasher got the reprieve he needed. Silas went to lock it straight back on as soon he was legally allowed to do so, but Thrasher showed a remarkable recovery to reverse it into his own Emmure (Arm Trap Cut Throat Crossface)! Silas was belly down in the centre of the ring with nowhere to go and held on for what felt like an eternity, only to eventually concede, relinquishing the belt in doing so. One belt retained and one belt lost tonight for the Knockout Supreme.
Winner: Ichabod Thrasher (New Openweight Champion)
POST-MATCH
Thrasher rolls onto his back, exhausted. He pulls himself to his feet and is handed the Openweight Title, but Romero gets up at the same time. They look at one another and just shrug. Thrasher throws up an arm and they clasp hands. Fuck it. Honours even, all in all. They’ll meet again. Hopefully not soon though. Thrasher throws the belt over his shoulder, as Romero is handed his own Television Tag Team Title, and leaves the ring, visibly disappointed, but humble in defeat. Thrasher waits for him to leave before climbing on top of the turnbuckle and celebrating. Next week he’ll face Mad Max in a bid to retain his belt. The grind never stops for the now two time champ.
HEADLINER
NORTH AMERICAN TITLE MATCH
Callie Renton (c) v Corsen Howell
The bell rang, and Callie Renton and Corsen Howell began a tense lockup in the center of the ring. Callie, the defending North American Champion, used her agility early on, slipping out of Corsen’s grasp and hitting a quick springboard armdrag, sending Corsen to the mat. But Corsen quickly rebounded, catching Callie with a stiff forearm to the jaw, showing that she wasn’t intimidated by the champ.
Corsen took control with technical precision, slowing the pace by working over Callie’s arms and back with submission holds, grounding the high-flyer. Corsen delivered a picture-perfect Double Underhook Backbreaker, transitioning into a cravat hold to keep Callie down, taunting her as she tried to fight back. Callie used her resilience to escape, rolling through and hitting Corsen with a sharp spinning heel kick, giving herself some breathing room.
As Callie regained control with a Savage Daughter (springboard armdrag), the Howell family’s presence at ringside became a factor. Flynn Howell, always looking for an opportunity to interfere, hopped onto the apron to distract the referee, allowing Corsen to recover. Corsen capitalized with a Tiger Feint Kick, sending Callie crashing to the mat. The match began to slip away from the champion as Corsen set up for her Red Eye Flight (top rope moonsault).
Just when Corsen was about to launch, Callie rolled out of the way, causing Corsen to crash hard into the mat. Callie seized the moment and hit her signature Crowned (Asai DDT), leaving Corsen dazed. As Callie went for the pin, Flynn Howell again tried to distract the referee. But this time, Serenity Holmes came sprinting down the ramp, yanking Flynn off the apron and leveling him with a kendo stick shot behind the referee’s back, causing the crowd to erupt.
However, the drama wasn’t over. Vivian Venture, who had been on commentary the whole match, got up and began taunting Callie from ringside. Callie, not one to back down, got right in Vivian’s face, the two exchanging heated words. Just as things were about to explode between them, Flynn Howell regained his footing and charged at Callie from behind. Callie, quick on her feet, sidestepped the attack, causing Flynn to plow directly into Vivian, knocking her off her feet and into the barricade.
The distraction gave Callie the opening she needed. With Flynn and Vivian both down, Callie refocused on Corsen, who was still trying to shake off the effects of the Crowned. Callie climbed to the top rope, launching herself for her devastating Heiress (top rope corkscrew stunner). The move landed perfectly, and Callie quickly covered Corsen for the three-count, securing the victory.
Corsen took control with technical precision, slowing the pace by working over Callie’s arms and back with submission holds, grounding the high-flyer. Corsen delivered a picture-perfect Double Underhook Backbreaker, transitioning into a cravat hold to keep Callie down, taunting her as she tried to fight back. Callie used her resilience to escape, rolling through and hitting Corsen with a sharp spinning heel kick, giving herself some breathing room.
As Callie regained control with a Savage Daughter (springboard armdrag), the Howell family’s presence at ringside became a factor. Flynn Howell, always looking for an opportunity to interfere, hopped onto the apron to distract the referee, allowing Corsen to recover. Corsen capitalized with a Tiger Feint Kick, sending Callie crashing to the mat. The match began to slip away from the champion as Corsen set up for her Red Eye Flight (top rope moonsault).
Just when Corsen was about to launch, Callie rolled out of the way, causing Corsen to crash hard into the mat. Callie seized the moment and hit her signature Crowned (Asai DDT), leaving Corsen dazed. As Callie went for the pin, Flynn Howell again tried to distract the referee. But this time, Serenity Holmes came sprinting down the ramp, yanking Flynn off the apron and leveling him with a kendo stick shot behind the referee’s back, causing the crowd to erupt.
However, the drama wasn’t over. Vivian Venture, who had been on commentary the whole match, got up and began taunting Callie from ringside. Callie, not one to back down, got right in Vivian’s face, the two exchanging heated words. Just as things were about to explode between them, Flynn Howell regained his footing and charged at Callie from behind. Callie, quick on her feet, sidestepped the attack, causing Flynn to plow directly into Vivian, knocking her off her feet and into the barricade.
The distraction gave Callie the opening she needed. With Flynn and Vivian both down, Callie refocused on Corsen, who was still trying to shake off the effects of the Crowned. Callie climbed to the top rope, launching herself for her devastating Heiress (top rope corkscrew stunner). The move landed perfectly, and Callie quickly covered Corsen for the three-count, securing the victory.
Winner: Callie Renton (Still North American Champion)
POST MATCH
Callie Renton takes her belt and makes her way up the entrance ramp and into the backstage area. She doesn't seem the least bit thrilled to have retained her title. If anything, she wants to get back in the ring and fight Vivian Venture now. Emma Harrington interviewing asks if she has any words of the Red Lock Legion, having faced two out of three of them now. Callie shrugs. Flynn cheated to win against her, and it paid off. If he wants a rematch, title for title, bring it on. If Scarlett wants to step up, that's fine with her too. Right now though she's not looking past Vivian.
UNDISPUTED TITLE
ELIMINATION MATCH
Vanessa Reckless (c) v Tiffany Lynn Page v Ryan Samuels v Duke Andrews v Alejandro Rivera v Andrew Raynes
The six men and women all made their entrances, starting with Tiffany Lynn Page and ending with the reigning champion, Vanessa Reckless, who showed little concern or worry that this would not go her way. They each stood on the outskirts of the ring, eyes darting across to one another. This was going to be brutal. This was going to be chaotic. This was going to be epic. Any one of these could win, each of them here on some form of merit and they all, arguably, held a standing in this company (and others) that put them above most. Who would survive the cut, with each passing elimination? What would their gameplan's be, in these unforgiving circumstances?
The bell rang and it was dog eat dog, a dangerous free for all as all hell broke lose and they looked to get a first elimination done and dusted. Duke started impressively, getting the upperhand on his biggest rival, Rivera, with an early One Winged Angel. But with so many people around it counted for nothing. Andrew Raynes knew what he was going to do from the off, and sat back for every pinfall, naturally realising that any form elimination by whoever, on whoever, would be to his advantage, but after several minutes the penny dropped for others. Duke and Samuels were alone in the ring on the twenty minute mark and The American Rebel was in trouble, but he sidestepped a trademark Samuels Lariat to follow up him with another One Winged Angel but as his back was turned Vanessa Reckless pounced, and before he could make the pin, she hit a Double Knee Backbreaker to secure the first elimination, and something of a payback for the attack some weeks ago. Duke Andrews is eliminated.
The match wore on and Page was gunning for Vanessa now after she had eliminated her man. Vanessa was enjoying toying with her though and set her up for a Figure Four Necklock she calls the Scream Queen. Raynes came to her aid though and broke her free with a stomp to Nessa's head. He started laying into her with right hooks but was interrupted by Rivera, who had been trying to get his hands on him throughout this match up. It was all the opportunity Page needed and she made it count with a Codebreaker to the champion! Nessa kicked out and Page couldn't believe it. She picked her up and hit another to be sure and this time made it count! Nessa kicked out but it was half a second too late and she was too badly hurt to realise either way. Page climbed to her feet looking satisfied she got one over, as it was confirmed that Vanessa Reckless is eliminated.
Raynes was rolling into the ring and Rivera not far behind. Samuels too was climbing to his feet as the now ex-champion was laid face down on the canvas, slowly rolling to the outside where she was helped to her feet by Rowen. The four remaining competitors stood in the the ring momentarily and stared one another down. Whether they would admit it or not was another matter but deep down everybody was thinking the same thing.. until now Reckless ALWAYS found a way to win. Come what may she routinely triumphed, but tonight, amidst the chaos and unforgiving nature of a multi person match up, it was not to be, and it was clear that the others sensed that maybe, just maybe, this was their time. One of these four wrestlers was going to the new Undisputed Champion, and only the third person to ever lay claim to that. After a few seconds Samuels and Rivera were quickest to react as they each laid into Page and Rivera, respectively, before turning on each other.
Samuels again found himself in good fortune as Raynes later locked on the Caught in the Rayne. Samuels was squealing, too far from the ropes for any sort of reprieve but as he was doing so Rivera entered the ring. He hesitated momentarily but his instincts got the better of him. He couldn't hold back and promptly booted Raynes in the face before Samuels had a chance to kick out. The Midwest Nightmare rolled to the outside to recuperate as Rivera looked down at his enemy. One of his many enemies, in fairness, but he was relishing this moment as Raynes clutched his face. Rivera picked him up and hit the Diamond Head! But Raynes kicked out! Rivera couldn't believe it. He picked him up but before he could deliver any more he was sent flying out the ring by a Tiffany Lynn Page Superkick. Page didn't hesitate to seize the moment and hit Raynes with a Codebreaker before he could come back around. Andrew Raynes is eliminated.
And then there were three. Tifanny Lynn Page, AJ Rivera and Ryan Samuels as the latter crawled into the ring, still feeling the effects of Raynes submission earlier in the match. Page was ready to finish him off too, and put herself in pole position to take the crown. This was her time. Rivera was still hurt on the outside, and if she could dispose of Samuels, she was surly going to win the belt. No one could stop her now. She was ready to take her place at the top of Five Lakes Wrestling. She knew this day would come. Maybe we all did, truth be told, but Samuels had other ideas! As she advanced he threw his arm up and hit her with a shock Lariat! She had taken too long, savouring the moment, and allowed him enough time to recover! He followed up with a Give Them Jessy (Reverse-spin scoop powerslam) but she kicked out. Rivera was back in the ring now as Samuels fell back into the turnbuckle exhausted. He nodded at Rivera to deliver the final blow as Rivera gave a nod back. He picked her up and connected with the Capital Punishment (Wrist Clutch Burning Hammer) and that was that for Tiffany Lynn Page. The first ever Television Champion, and the first fpe Vanessa Reckless is eliminated person to hold two belts in this company. A stalwart from day one, eliminated by the only other person that can make that claim in Alejandro Rivera. The Undisputed Title, for now, continues to elude her, as she rolled out the ring leaving just two people remaining. Tiffany Lynn Page is eliminated.
There would be no stare down. No moment of appreciation or reprieve for the final two men. Samuels knew what he was doing when he gave Rivera the final shot to Lynn Page because as soon as the pin was made and he was back on his feet Samuels was charging at Rivera like a bull in a china shop. The New York man was beaten around the ring by the same man he had encountered so many times before. They had teamed together, at times, fought one another many more. It was a rivalry stretching over 12 months now but this was one way traffic as Samuels honed in on the Undisputed Title. Rivera kicked out of a Midwest Express (Lariat) and Samuels set him up for another but he reversed it! How in the hell he managed it nobody will know but the crowd were willing him on now. Rivera came to into this business without barely any experience, a street fighter looking to make use of his natural instincts. In fifteen months he had gone from zero to hero, a nobody to the arguably the biggest draw in the company, as the crowd chanted his name. This was it. The One True King was about to get his crown and they were here for it. He pulled up Samuels for the Wrist Clutch Burning Hammer and held him in the air, all 320 pounds of him. The crowd are on their feet but Samuel's breaks free! Before he can react Samuels hoists him into his own clutch, grabbing him sidewards, and spins him around. The momentum is too much for Rivera to do anything about and he hits the canvas with a Reverse Scoop Powerslam! One.. Two.. Three! Alejandro Rivera is eliminated, and The Midwest Nightmare has shattered his Five Lakes dream!
The bell rang and it was dog eat dog, a dangerous free for all as all hell broke lose and they looked to get a first elimination done and dusted. Duke started impressively, getting the upperhand on his biggest rival, Rivera, with an early One Winged Angel. But with so many people around it counted for nothing. Andrew Raynes knew what he was going to do from the off, and sat back for every pinfall, naturally realising that any form elimination by whoever, on whoever, would be to his advantage, but after several minutes the penny dropped for others. Duke and Samuels were alone in the ring on the twenty minute mark and The American Rebel was in trouble, but he sidestepped a trademark Samuels Lariat to follow up him with another One Winged Angel but as his back was turned Vanessa Reckless pounced, and before he could make the pin, she hit a Double Knee Backbreaker to secure the first elimination, and something of a payback for the attack some weeks ago. Duke Andrews is eliminated.
The match wore on and Page was gunning for Vanessa now after she had eliminated her man. Vanessa was enjoying toying with her though and set her up for a Figure Four Necklock she calls the Scream Queen. Raynes came to her aid though and broke her free with a stomp to Nessa's head. He started laying into her with right hooks but was interrupted by Rivera, who had been trying to get his hands on him throughout this match up. It was all the opportunity Page needed and she made it count with a Codebreaker to the champion! Nessa kicked out and Page couldn't believe it. She picked her up and hit another to be sure and this time made it count! Nessa kicked out but it was half a second too late and she was too badly hurt to realise either way. Page climbed to her feet looking satisfied she got one over, as it was confirmed that Vanessa Reckless is eliminated.
Raynes was rolling into the ring and Rivera not far behind. Samuels too was climbing to his feet as the now ex-champion was laid face down on the canvas, slowly rolling to the outside where she was helped to her feet by Rowen. The four remaining competitors stood in the the ring momentarily and stared one another down. Whether they would admit it or not was another matter but deep down everybody was thinking the same thing.. until now Reckless ALWAYS found a way to win. Come what may she routinely triumphed, but tonight, amidst the chaos and unforgiving nature of a multi person match up, it was not to be, and it was clear that the others sensed that maybe, just maybe, this was their time. One of these four wrestlers was going to the new Undisputed Champion, and only the third person to ever lay claim to that. After a few seconds Samuels and Rivera were quickest to react as they each laid into Page and Rivera, respectively, before turning on each other.
Samuels again found himself in good fortune as Raynes later locked on the Caught in the Rayne. Samuels was squealing, too far from the ropes for any sort of reprieve but as he was doing so Rivera entered the ring. He hesitated momentarily but his instincts got the better of him. He couldn't hold back and promptly booted Raynes in the face before Samuels had a chance to kick out. The Midwest Nightmare rolled to the outside to recuperate as Rivera looked down at his enemy. One of his many enemies, in fairness, but he was relishing this moment as Raynes clutched his face. Rivera picked him up and hit the Diamond Head! But Raynes kicked out! Rivera couldn't believe it. He picked him up but before he could deliver any more he was sent flying out the ring by a Tiffany Lynn Page Superkick. Page didn't hesitate to seize the moment and hit Raynes with a Codebreaker before he could come back around. Andrew Raynes is eliminated.
And then there were three. Tifanny Lynn Page, AJ Rivera and Ryan Samuels as the latter crawled into the ring, still feeling the effects of Raynes submission earlier in the match. Page was ready to finish him off too, and put herself in pole position to take the crown. This was her time. Rivera was still hurt on the outside, and if she could dispose of Samuels, she was surly going to win the belt. No one could stop her now. She was ready to take her place at the top of Five Lakes Wrestling. She knew this day would come. Maybe we all did, truth be told, but Samuels had other ideas! As she advanced he threw his arm up and hit her with a shock Lariat! She had taken too long, savouring the moment, and allowed him enough time to recover! He followed up with a Give Them Jessy (Reverse-spin scoop powerslam) but she kicked out. Rivera was back in the ring now as Samuels fell back into the turnbuckle exhausted. He nodded at Rivera to deliver the final blow as Rivera gave a nod back. He picked her up and connected with the Capital Punishment (Wrist Clutch Burning Hammer) and that was that for Tiffany Lynn Page. The first ever Television Champion, and the first fpe Vanessa Reckless is eliminated person to hold two belts in this company. A stalwart from day one, eliminated by the only other person that can make that claim in Alejandro Rivera. The Undisputed Title, for now, continues to elude her, as she rolled out the ring leaving just two people remaining. Tiffany Lynn Page is eliminated.
There would be no stare down. No moment of appreciation or reprieve for the final two men. Samuels knew what he was doing when he gave Rivera the final shot to Lynn Page because as soon as the pin was made and he was back on his feet Samuels was charging at Rivera like a bull in a china shop. The New York man was beaten around the ring by the same man he had encountered so many times before. They had teamed together, at times, fought one another many more. It was a rivalry stretching over 12 months now but this was one way traffic as Samuels honed in on the Undisputed Title. Rivera kicked out of a Midwest Express (Lariat) and Samuels set him up for another but he reversed it! How in the hell he managed it nobody will know but the crowd were willing him on now. Rivera came to into this business without barely any experience, a street fighter looking to make use of his natural instincts. In fifteen months he had gone from zero to hero, a nobody to the arguably the biggest draw in the company, as the crowd chanted his name. This was it. The One True King was about to get his crown and they were here for it. He pulled up Samuels for the Wrist Clutch Burning Hammer and held him in the air, all 320 pounds of him. The crowd are on their feet but Samuel's breaks free! Before he can react Samuels hoists him into his own clutch, grabbing him sidewards, and spins him around. The momentum is too much for Rivera to do anything about and he hits the canvas with a Reverse Scoop Powerslam! One.. Two.. Three! Alejandro Rivera is eliminated, and The Midwest Nightmare has shattered his Five Lakes dream!
Winner: Ryan Samuels (New Undisputed Champion)
POST-MATCH
The crowd erupts in mixed reactions as Ryan Samuels, drenched in sweat and his face a twisted mask of intensity, clutches the Undisputed Championship. His body heaves from the brutal match he just survived, but it’s not satisfaction that radiates from him—it’s something darker. Grabbing a microphone, Samuels paces around the ring, holding the championship close to his chest, eyes scanning the sea of faces with a sneer.
He raises the microphone, his voice raw with emotion. “You all thought I couldn’t do it, didn’t ya? Every single one of you doubted me.” He spits the words, his voice venomous. “The rough-and-tough cowboy, the has-been, the man who’s too broken down to keep goin’.” The crowd’s reaction grows louder, some jeering, others uncertain of what’s about to come.
“You fans! You cheer me one week and turn your backs the next! You’re all the same—just like the suits in the back, just like the so-called boys in the locker room.” He sneers as his eyes narrow, pacing like a wild animal. “Y’all forgot who I am. You forgot that I’m the devil who’s been stompin’ heads and bustin’ jaws for two decades. You forgot that I’m the Midwest Nightmare! But I promise you this—you won’t ever forget me again.”
His grip tightens around the microphone, and his voice grows more aggressive, filled with spite. “I’ve been in this business long enough to know what people really think of me. Hell, I’ve heard it all. The whispers, the doubters. The people who said I was washed up, that my body couldn’t hold out any longer. Management, the wrestlers, all of you… you all bet against me!”
Samuels glares at the camera, addressing both the audience and his colleagues in the back. “Well, guess what? I’m still standin’ here with this title, and I’m not goin’ anywhere. You think I’m some old dog ready for pasture? I’ll show every damn one of you what this ‘old dog’ can do. I’m the champion now, and there’s nothin’ any of you can do about it.”
His voice drops, growing more sinister. “I was always the devil. Always the one willing to do what the rest of you cowards wouldn’t. You’re lookin’ at the real face of Five Lakes Wrestling now. No more pandering to you idiots in the crowd, no more playin’ by the rules. I’ll tear this place apart if I feel like it, and there’s no one tough enough to stop me.”
The crowd grows restless, boos raining down from every corner of the arena, but Samuels just laughs. “Y’all can boo all you want. It’s just noise to me. I’m the one who makes the rules now. I’m the one who holds the power. You’re gonna remember this night for the rest of your miserable lives.”
He slings the Undisputed Championship over his shoulder and leans into the camera with a wicked grin. “I’m Ryan Samuels, the Midwest Nightmare, and this… this is just the beginnin’.”
He exits the ring and storms up the ramp, before stopping at the top and raising the belt one last time, before exiting the through the curtain as the night comes to a close.
POST-MATCH
The crowd erupts in mixed reactions as Ryan Samuels, drenched in sweat and his face a twisted mask of intensity, clutches the Undisputed Championship. His body heaves from the brutal match he just survived, but it’s not satisfaction that radiates from him—it’s something darker. Grabbing a microphone, Samuels paces around the ring, holding the championship close to his chest, eyes scanning the sea of faces with a sneer.
He raises the microphone, his voice raw with emotion. “You all thought I couldn’t do it, didn’t ya? Every single one of you doubted me.” He spits the words, his voice venomous. “The rough-and-tough cowboy, the has-been, the man who’s too broken down to keep goin’.” The crowd’s reaction grows louder, some jeering, others uncertain of what’s about to come.
“You fans! You cheer me one week and turn your backs the next! You’re all the same—just like the suits in the back, just like the so-called boys in the locker room.” He sneers as his eyes narrow, pacing like a wild animal. “Y’all forgot who I am. You forgot that I’m the devil who’s been stompin’ heads and bustin’ jaws for two decades. You forgot that I’m the Midwest Nightmare! But I promise you this—you won’t ever forget me again.”
His grip tightens around the microphone, and his voice grows more aggressive, filled with spite. “I’ve been in this business long enough to know what people really think of me. Hell, I’ve heard it all. The whispers, the doubters. The people who said I was washed up, that my body couldn’t hold out any longer. Management, the wrestlers, all of you… you all bet against me!”
Samuels glares at the camera, addressing both the audience and his colleagues in the back. “Well, guess what? I’m still standin’ here with this title, and I’m not goin’ anywhere. You think I’m some old dog ready for pasture? I’ll show every damn one of you what this ‘old dog’ can do. I’m the champion now, and there’s nothin’ any of you can do about it.”
His voice drops, growing more sinister. “I was always the devil. Always the one willing to do what the rest of you cowards wouldn’t. You’re lookin’ at the real face of Five Lakes Wrestling now. No more pandering to you idiots in the crowd, no more playin’ by the rules. I’ll tear this place apart if I feel like it, and there’s no one tough enough to stop me.”
The crowd grows restless, boos raining down from every corner of the arena, but Samuels just laughs. “Y’all can boo all you want. It’s just noise to me. I’m the one who makes the rules now. I’m the one who holds the power. You’re gonna remember this night for the rest of your miserable lives.”
He slings the Undisputed Championship over his shoulder and leans into the camera with a wicked grin. “I’m Ryan Samuels, the Midwest Nightmare, and this… this is just the beginnin’.”
He exits the ring and storms up the ramp, before stopping at the top and raising the belt one last time, before exiting the through the curtain as the night comes to a close.