The scene opens to the Bon Secours Wellness Arena as people are getting their seats in this capacity crowd. The patented CWF drones are flying through the arena to see all of the people and take in all of the sights. (If you want to see it, click the link below)

https://youtu.be/xLV1UIGhaAg 

We focus in on the entrance stage as it lights up and fireworks go off to announce the beginning of the show as "Civil Warfare" by Katherine McDaniels and the Imperfect Eternity begins playing. https://suno.com/s/FyEVBy48t0fYsOse  We shift to the announce desk where Ben Price and Eddie Vega sit. 

Ben Price - Hello, wrestling fans, and welcome to CWF’s Civil Warfare! If you thought that Vanguard: Civil Unrest was exciting, just wait until you see tonight! 

Eddie Vega - We begin the night with the return of Steve Murdock as he takes on Lance Dewlock! We will see if Steve still has it or if he lost it during his time of recovery.

Ben Price - And then a late addition as Tarrasque and Dylan Erickson go at it. 

Eddie Vega - Is the arena even going to be able to contain these behemoths?

Ben Price - And then Viktor Kriegson takes on Greg Salazar in a stunning matchup.

Eddie Vega - The two faced each other before I think, and Greg came out on top. I wonder if the same thing will happen tonight?

Ben Price - Whatever happens, the fans are going to come out with the win.

Eddie Vega - And then, Valora Salinas hits the ring again as Kara Reinhardt takes her on. They have some kind of bet going on. I wonder who is going to win? If you say the fans again, I’m going to cuff you.

Ben Price - Fine, and then we go on location to the Irish Pub as Eoin O’Rourke takes on Father Nathan O’Connell for the CWF Elite Championship in an Irish Pub Brawl match. 

Eddie Vega - What kind of match is that?

Ben Price - I don’t know. I think Eric Wilson will tell us when the match happens.

Eddie Vega - And all that leads to the main event of the evening as Apath takes on Samael Drago for the CWF Conquest championship! Apathy is looking for revenge for everything Samael has done to her family over the past few shows.

Ben Price - Samael should be afraid of when Momma Bear hits the ring and does what she needs to do.

Eddie Vega - Right? It’s going to be a violent conclusion to the night. 

Ben Price - We are going to go to the ring where Eric Wilson is waiting to kick off the night! 

 

Eric Wilson - The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Featuring first the challenger, hailing from Dallas, Texas…he is Steve Murdock!

The opening notes of “Walk” by Pantera play as Steve Murdock stands at the entryway as the wave of crowd sentiment of cheers reaches a fever pitch. He then raises his barbed wire-wrapped kendo stick in the air and jogs to the ring, rolling under the bottom rope and going to each ring corner, hyping up the crowd.

Ben Price - This is the first time Steve Murdock has been back since his defeat at Tribal Warfare! 

Eddie Vega - Was he supposed to come back before he was ready? You’re not making any sense.

Ben Price - I guess not. If Armand was still in charge, he would have been forced to come back before he recovered fully.

Eddie Vega - That makes sense. 

Eric Wilson - And his opponent, hailing from Blackpool, England…he is Lance Dewlock!

The arena lights cut to black. A single white spotlight hits the stage as a slow, haunting piano note echoes. A chessboard graphic fades onto the screen, pieces moving on their own—until the king is cornered.

“Checkmate.”

Lance Dewlock steps into the light wearing a long, tailored black coat with silver trim. He slowly removes his gloves one finger at a time, never breaking eye contact with the ring. Every step is deliberate. Calculated.

Halfway down the ramp, he stops… smirks… and adjusts his cuffs like he’s preparing for surgery rather than a fight.

He enters the ring by wiping his boots on the apron—as if the mat beneath him isn’t worthy. Once inside, he kneels briefly, touching the canvas like he's mapping out a strategy before standing and spreading his arms with a cold, arrogant grin.

Ben Price - Lance Dewlock striding down to the ring like he’s won something before. Dark matches don’t count. 

Eddie Vega - Well, maybe his luck will change tonight. Maybe. 

As the bell sounds to start the match, Steve and Lance meet in the center of the ring and begin circling around one another as they are searching for an opening by which to strike. Steve would charge at Lance, who would back up and stick his head and shoulders through the ropes. Referee Troy Reynolds would get in the way, and Steve would back off. Lance would come out of the corner and laugh at Steve. At least up until Steve charged again and he stuck his head and shoulders out of the ring again. After three times of doing this, Steve kicks Lance in the ass and sends him through the ropes. Troy admonishes Steve, but there’s no real venom in his admonitions. 

Ben Price - Lance trying to do tactical retreats, but Steve not buying it. 

Eddie Vega - He could have tried to counter the charge instead of getting scared. 

Ben Price - This is true. Lance is kind of all talk. 

Eddie Vega - Oh yeah. Lance talks the talk, but doesn’t walk the walk. 

Lance Dewlock rolls back into the ring, where he stands up and is immediately locked up with Steve Murdock. Steve presses him back against the ropes before whipping him across the ring and meeting him in the center of the ring with a big boot to the face! Lance goes down to the mat, but pops back up so that Steve can strike him with a few punches and bodyslam him right back down to the mat!

Lance sits up so that Steve can kick him solidly in the chest to knock him flat so that he can go for the cover! 

….one

……two

……..thr-Lance kicks out! 

Steve pulls Lance up and hits a German suplex! He gets right back up before Lance and kicks him in the ribcage a few times and stomps on him before pulling him back up so he can hit an exploder suplex! Steve settles in with a reverse chin lock on Lance, pulling his head back with a grim smile. 

Ben Price - Steve Murdock on a rampage here. Lance tries to be a mastermind, but he’s getting owned tonight.

Eddie Vega - Steve getting his groove back! 

Steve gets Lance up into the air, dropping him with a fisherman’s brainbuster that he calls the M-Plex! He goes for the cover as Troy Reynolds gets into position to make the count. 

….one

……two

……..three! 

Eric Wilson - Winner of the match via pinfall! Steve Murdock! 

Ben Price - Steve Murdock securing that first win back. 

Eddie Vega - It goes downhill from here…

Ben Price - He’s going to go for a title now.

Eddie Vega - I have heard that from many others before. 

Ben Price - After this, we are going to have Tarrasque as he takes on Dylan Erickson in a battle of giants. 

Eddie Vega - Tarrasque isn’t nearly as tall as Dylan, but is nearly as bulky.

Ben Price - Should be an exciting match.

Eddie Vega - Dylan’s going to win, but yeah.

 

A man who is wearing red glasses walks onto the stage. He walks with confidence and a smirk on his face, and he eyes the ring

Eddie Vega - Who's this guy? I've never seen him before.

Ben Price - I'm not sure; he wasn't even backstage before the show. I didn't see him.

The man walks around the ring, nodding at the crowd next to him. He gets to the announcer side of ringside and demands a microphone

??? - Give me a mic.

He is given one and walks up the steel steps

Eddie Vega - I don't even know that voice. I

The man stares directly at Eddie Vega for a moment before entering the ring

Ben Price - I think he might know you, Eddie.

Eddie Vega - I have no idea who this is, who it could be, or why he stared death at me!

The man stands in the center of the ring, taking in the mixed reaction from the audience, though there are more boos towards the man due to him wearing a corporate-like suit. After thirty seconds of hearing the reaction, the man finally speaks

??? - That is about what I expected from an audience like this. They don't know greatness when they see it.

The crowd definitely turns more hostile and boo him more

??? - Now, before I begin, I just want to get this out of the way, and it starts with you right there.

The man points at Eddie Vega, who is completely confused

Eddie Vega - What? What did I do?!

Ben Price - I have no idea, man. Did you, like, steal his lunch money from high school or something?

??? - Now I have good hearing, even amongst these peasants around here…

The man lets the crowd boo him for calling them peasants

??? - But even then I could hear you say that you don't know my voice and you don't know who I am. Well, I want you to listen real well, Mr. Vega, because, after tonight, if I even hear you, or anyone, openly say they don't know me, there will be consequences.

Ben Price - The heck does he mean by that? Hey? What are you doing?

Eddie takes his headset off, sighs, and says, “Alright, I'm paying attention!”

??? - Good. Now. A lot of people think that putting up work in this circle that is a square will get them far ahead in life. Well, I'm going to let you all know that is not how it works. You see, it's all about the almighty dollar. Mhm. And like so many of you around this ring, and those watching on their TVS or phones or tablets, computers, whatever, it doesn't matter, I was a fan of this sport too. And like all of you around here, I have never worked a day of my life in wrestling. 

Ben Price - Boy, he's quite the jerk, isn't he?

??? - I have wanted to change the world for the better because the world needs me and it doesn't even know me! So I've decided to do just that. Starting here. This morning I was at the Conquest Wrestling Federation office, and I officially signed an agreement in which I am now one of its financial investors.

Ben Price - What, an investor?

??? - Now, let me be clear: my financial investment in this company isn't a controlling one. I do not have- what is it? Creative control? I suppose it is, but no. I am not in charge of anything here, except… For its talent. Mhm. I'm the person who will make sure the people you peasants watch get paid, support their lives and their families. And I have enough change to help anyone if they wish. However, if you slight me, I also have the power to destroy you.

The man turns back towards the announce desk

??? - And to you, “Fast Eddie”, don't mispronounce my name, and remember it. My name is Drakkon. Drakkon Rikesen. Say it.

Eddie mouths the words, but Drakkon grows irate

Drakkon - SAY IT, DAMNIT!!

Eddie Vega - Drak Drakkon Rikesen!

Ben Price - Good God, why is he yelling at my partner like this…?

Drakkon points at Ben

Drakkon - Did you get that?!

Ben Price - Yeah, I got it!

Drakkon - Good! To you all, I'm glad you've finally got to meet your better. I hope to see you all again soon. Enjoy the rest of the show. Thank you.

Drakkon smiles and puts the microphone on the mat, and gets showered in boos. As he leaves, Eddie puts his headset back on

Ben Price - Geez, I don't like that guy one bit. Are you alright?

Eddie Vega - No, not really, not at all, as a matter of fact!

Ben Price - Do you even know his name?

Eddie Vega - I do now! 

 

 

Ben Price - What a night we’ve had so far, it truly has been a night of epic proportions! A very fitting match up next as we see two wrestlers of epic proportions duke it out as ‘The Massacre Maker’ Dylan Erikson takes on ‘The Beast’ Tarrasque.

Eddie Vega - You can say that again, Ben! Two of the biggest members of the roster going head to head in the middle of the ring. You’ve heard of David vs Goliath matches, this match is a Goliath vs Goliath match!

Ben Price - Speaking of, here comes our first entrant! 

The words appear on the ConquestTron, with a video of Erickson beating smaller opponents to a pulp over the years. There's no special effects, pyro, or anything. The man walks out, towering over everything he sees - trying his best to remain stoic, but doing a pretty damn poor job of it. 

Eric Wilson - This next match is scheduled for one fall. Entering the ring first, stood tall at 7’4”, and weighing in at a monstrous 443lbs, ‘The Massacre Maker’ Dylan Erikson!

He walks to the ring, knowing none of these people care a lick about him, but he's just happy to know he's back home. Finally. 

Ben Price - What an absolute giant Dylan Erikson is. And what a giant win he had on the last Vanguard, defeating ‘Wicked’ Kat Hale in what can only be described as a dominant display!

Eddie Vega - A huge win indeed! He’s coming into this match with momentum behind him, and we all know, an unstoppable force with momentum behind them just makes them even more unstoppable! Speaking of unstoppable forces…

"Ladies and Gentlemen" by Saliva begins playing as Tarrasque walks out from the back. He flexes for the cheering crowd, but those cheers quickly turn to boos as he is joined by Vespertine.

Eric Wilson - Aaaand his opponent, accompanied by Vespertine, weighing in at 375lbs, and towering at 6’7”, he is “The Beast” Tarrasque!

She runs her hand over his shoulder with a cunning smile and follows behind as Tarrasque charges to the ring. He steps over the ropes while Vespertine stands at ringside.

Ben Price - There’s a reason they call him ‘The Beast’. He may not be as tall as Erikson, but by god, he’s a bonafide giant! 

Eddie Vega - This match’ll come down to which of these big men can hit harder tonight. When wrestlers get to this height, size advantages matter less, and the power behind their strikes becomes everything.

Ben Price - I wouldn’t underestimate Vespertine here. The Eternal Grove have been interfering a fair bit this season, she could well interfere on Tarrasque’s behalf.

Eddie Vega - That’s true. The Grove have been sticking their noses in where they don’t belong. Sooner rather than later, that’ll come back to bite them.

Both men stare each other down in the centre of the ring, squaring up to each other as the crowd’s cheers begin to build. Ashley Beaton leaves it for a moment, looking up at the behemoths in front of her, before signalling for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

As soon as it rings, each man explodes into heavy strikes, the giants clubbing at each other in the middle of the ring, the crowd’s cheers following suit. Dylan just wins out, before hitting Tarrasque with a shoulder block. Instead of falling, Tarrasque uses the momentum to bounce off the ropes and hit Dylan with a shoulder tackle of his own. Erikson refuses to go down, however, rebounding off the ropes himself before rocking Tarrasque with a huge Bionic Elbow, and sending Tarrasque to one knee with a huge gut punch that doubles him over. Dragging The Beast to his feet by the neck, Dylan watches his opponent try and regain his breath, before hitting Tarrasque with a huge Spinebuster, the ring shaking as he tried for a pin.

One…

Two….

Kickout! 

Ben Price - Each man trying to outpower the other here, what an amazing show of strength from them both!

Eddie Vega - Not sure what to make of the early pin attempt here by Erikson though, could be mind games, could be knowing he can’t outlast The Beast.

Ben Price - He seems to be picking Tarrasque up, could we see a Razor’s Edge this early? Oh, what’s this?

Realising what The Massacre Maker was trying, Tarrasque slips free, before delivering a devastating powerslam, before attempting a pin, but Dylan pushes him off before the ref could start counting. The two men stand quickly, but Tarrasque is up first, delivering a brutal headbutt to Dylan’s chest, before whipping him into the corner, and quickly following it up with a leaping avalanche, crushing Double M against the turnbuckles.

Dylan tries to stumble away, grasping as his chest, but Tarrasque keeps up the pressure, grabbing one of Dylan’s arms and…

Ben Price - What the hell is Tarrasque doing?! He’s sinking his teeth into Dylan’s bicep! 

Eddie Vega - I believe he calls this move ‘Dinner’, Ben. Maybe he sees the Massacre Maker as some sort of giant Hog Roast?

Dylan lets out a roar of pained anger as Tarrasque sinks his teeth in, before landing multiple brutal blows to Tarrasque’s head, forcing The Beast to release, before pushing him back to create some space. Dylan moves to go after his opponent, only to feel the arms of Vespertine wrap around his leg from outside the ring. Turning, Dylan begins to argue, him and Vespertine arguing, providing Tarrasque with enough space to recover, The Beast’s arms wrapping around Dylan’s waist. Realising what was happening, Dylan manages to reverse it, slipping behind Tarrasque and hitting a beautifully arched German Suplex. Both men race to their feet, before attempting to hit the other with a clothesline, sending each of their hulking forms down to the mat.

Ben Price - I called it! Vespertine’s interference! I believe you owe me $5! 

Eddie Vega - The hell I do! We never agreed on a price! First rule of gambling, Benny Boy, agree the stakes up front!

Dylan recovers first this time, only a beat or two before Tarrasque. The Beast charges, but Erikson uses his momentum against him, hitting a beautiful Northern Lights suplex that sends the crowd wild. Rolling through, Dylan manhandles Tarrasque, before hitting a huge powerbomb. Tarrasque manages to punch his way out of The Massacre Maker trying to pick him back up before hitting a combo of his own, hitting back with a brutal Powerbomb, deadlifting Dylan Erikson from the floor and hitting a backbreaker.

Ben Price - Look at the strength in these two! They’re two of the heaviest wrestlers in the company, and they’re lifting each other as if they’re crash test dummies!

Eddie Vega - There’s something superhuman about it all! Both absolute units, that’s for sure! Neither’s shown enough power to take full control yet, though.

Tarrasque attempts another clothesline, but Erikson steps out of the way. Rotating Tarrasque around, Dylan whips him into a corner. Following quickly, he hits Tarrasque with an avalanche of his own, before beginning to rain down blow after blow after blow. Quick as a whippet, Vespertine’s up on the ropes, getting right in Dylan’s face. Already riled by Ves earlier in the match, Dylan starts arguing back, before once again finding Tarrasque’s arms around his waist. This time, however, he isn’t given enough time to fight back as Tarrasque’s grip tightens, picking the enormous Erikson up into the ‘Shaken’ Bear Hug

Ben Price - He’s… Erikson’s over 7 foot tall, almost 450lbs, and Tarrasque’s shaking him round like he’s nothing!

Eddie Vega - Erikson’s struggling here, Tarrasque’s really got that Bear Hug locked in! His strikes to get out don’t seem to be affecting The Beast!

Tarrasque continues to shake Dylan like a dog shaking the life out of its prey, causing Dylan’s strikes to get more and more desperate, before a swift throat punch causes Tarrasque to let go of the hold, letting Dylan create some space. As Tarrasque grabs at his throat, he turns to face his opponent before Dylan launches forward into…

BAM! 

Ben Price - Spear by Erikson! Spear! If it had been anyone else, they’d have been broken in half!

Eddie Vega - Pin! Erikson’s got Tarrasque covered, is this enough?

One…

Two….

Thr-Kickout!

A frustrated growl leaves Erikson as he stands back up, his brow furrowing as he does. His hand wraps round Tarrasque’s neck as he rises to his feet before trying to raise him up for a Delayed Chokeslam, only for Vespertine to interrupt, grabbing Tarrasque by the arm to stop Dylan being able to fully extend upwards. A quick kick to the ropes from Erikson sends Vespertine crashing down to ringside, but provides enough of an opening for Tarrasque to wrap an arm around the back of Dylan’s neck, reversing it into a huge DDT. Dragging Erickson up, Tarrasque hits him with a flurry of headbutts, before finishing off with a Lungblower into a pin.

One…

Two…..

Thr-Kickout!

Exploding back up, rage roaring in his eyes, Dylan locks onto Tarrasque, sending The Beast sprawling backwards with blow after blow. A Gut Punch sends the air careening out of Tarrasque’s body, a Bionic Elbow sends him off balance even more, before a huge powerslam threatens to collapse the ring. Erikson gets up first, moving quickly to the corner as he begins to signal for the Axe Kick. 

Ben Price - Tarrasque’s in the perfect position for this, right near the centre of the ring!

Eddie Vega - If Erikson hits this, he’ll definitely wi… wait, what’s Vespertine up to?

Just as The Massacre Maker goes to get the win, Vespertine, once again, wraps her arms around his leg, stopping him from moving. Having had enough, Dylan faces her, his features practically glowing red as he begins screaming at her as Ashley Beaton makes her way over. Stepping between the two, Ashley tries laying down the law, causing Vespertine to stand up on the apron, escalating the argument. As Ashley tries to get Vespertine to get back to ringside, Dylan Erikson’s spun round by Tarrasque, before a large hand wraps around his testicles, before squeezing and trying to lift the 7’4”, 443lbs Erikson up.

Ben Price - Oh my god! What the hell does Tarrasque think he’s doing? Gah, I can feel that from here!

Eddie Vega - I believe Tarrasque calls it ‘Rise of the Feminine Side’, or at least his handlers do. I tell you what, though, if Tarrasque decides to step back from wrestling, he may have a future in interrogation!

Letting out a high-pitched yowl of pain, Erikson breaks Tarrasque’s hold with a powerful headbutt before trying to protect his manhood. As Erikson bends forward, knees almost buckling, Ashley has enough of Vespertine’s antics, ejecting her from ringside, before turning to see Tarrasque hitting Erikson with a huge spear, before going for the pin.

One…

Two…..

Three!!!

Eric Wilson - Aaaand the winner of the match, by way of pinfall, “The Beast” Tarrasque!

As Tarrasque stands, he begins to beat his chest, his eyes locked onto Dylan’s as he begins to roar “ME TELL YOU! ME STRONGER! ME STRONGER! YOU NO MASSACRE ME!”

Ben Price - Well, that was… an unconventional way to win. Ooft, I’m still squirming from Rise of the Feminine Side

Eddie Vega - So am I, Ben, so am I. Absolutely brutal display by both men there, pushing each other to their limits. A win’s a win, no matter how controversial.

Ben Price - Coming up next is Viktor Kriegson as he takes on Greg Salazar. Should be a good match.

Eddie Vega - Good? Heck, it'll be great as Viktor stomps Greg.

Ben Price - I don't know if that will happen, we will just have to wait and see. 

Eddie Vega - That we will. 

 

 

 

Eric Wilson - The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

The lights dim. A low, guttural howl echoes through the arena as smoke begins to billow out across the stage and entrance ramp, enunciating the thick, gnarled trees on the screens at the stage's rear. A sickly-green spotlight cuts through the haze, revealing a towering silhouette just as the opening chords of his entrance music hit. The crowd rumbles—not in excitement, but in unease. They know who this is.

A string introduction of Avenged Sevenfold's "Afterlife" plays as a singular spotlight finds its way to the entrance ramp, bringing a tall, imposing figure into view. Flames explode on each side of him, matched only by the flames of anger flickering in his eyes as he looks around the crowd from the stage, his fists clenching and unclenching as they do.

Eric Wilson - Entering the ring, weighing in at 300lbs, hailing from Arawn's Court, representing The Hound of Arawn, the Eternal Grove's Executioner, Viktor Krieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeegson!

The heavily distorted guitars of his theme kick in, joined by perfectly timed columns of fire exploding on each side of Viktor. He prowls down the ramp and towards his hunting grounds, brow furrowing with a rage-filled focus, each step perfectly in time with the music.

Moving up the ring steps and onto the apron, his hand grasps the top rope, a deep scowl crossing his face as his eyes look over the crowd once more. Wiping his boots on the floor, Viktor enters the ring through the top and middle ropes, before making his way over to an opposite corner, climbing to the middle rope as his hands meet behind his back, surveying the crowd with his now focused scowl. After a longer-than-comfortable moment, he steps back down before preparing himself for the bout ahead.

Ben Price - Viktor has defeated Kronin while Greg has defeated both Drago and Kriegson before. How will this match go?

Eddie Vega - To the winner! 

Ben Price - Yes, but who will that be?

Eddie Vega - I don’t know?

Eric Wilson - And his opponent, hailing from Seattle, Washington…he is “the Paragon” Greg Salazar! 

“Limits” by Cryptic Writings (cover) begins playing as Greg Salazar walks out from the back. He looks down at the ring where Viktor Kriegson is waiting. He smiles grimly, cracking his neck before he starts to head down to the ring. He steps through the ropes, leaning in his corner of the ring while he waits for the bell to sound to start the match. 

Ben Price - Greg has defeated most, if not all, of the Eternal Grove in the ring, if I am not mistaken.

Eddie Vega - Yeah, but Viktor has been on a roll since getting back from his injury inflicted by Apathy. He could still win tonight.

As the bell sounds to start the match, Viktor and Greg walk toward the center of the ring to get eye to eye. Well, Greg has to look up, but still. They lock up, pressing against one another. Viktor starts pushing Greg back to the ropes before breaking the hold by whipping Greg to the opposite side.  On the rebound, Viktor stops Greg with a knee to the midsection before he lifts Greg up as if a bodyslam and slams him across a knee, pressing Greg across his knee as a backbreaker submission! Georgina Ross gets into position to see if Greg will submit, but he refuses. After a moment or two, Viktor pushes Greg off of his knee and stomps him in the ribcage a few times before Greg can roll to his feet. 

Viktor goes for the full nelson, but Greg slips out of his grasp and connects with an elbow to the midsection. He hits a Ridge hand strike to the side of the jaw, rocking Viktor’s head to the side before popping him with a series of European uppercuts and dropping him to the mat with a hammerlock suplex! 

Ben Price - Greg is quick to turn the offensive around on Viktor. 

Eddie Vega - Well, yeah. You don’t want to be the target of Viktor’s offense for too long, or else you’ll be finished. 

Greg goes for another ridge hand strike, but Viktor blocks it and seizes Greg by the throat with one hand and sweeps his feet out from beneath him to take Greg down to the mat where he places a knee onto Greg’s midsection while maintaining the choke with both hands. Georgina Ross, you know the ref, is on him right away to tell him to break the choke, but Viktor ignores her. Without more options, Georgina begins to count him out.

One…two…three…four…fi-Viktor releases Greg’s throat and stands up. He takes a step up onto Greg’s sternum and places both feet there for a precious second before stepping off! He then pulls Greg up into a seated position and applies a reverse chinlock, letting his grip slide down into a reverse choke at least until Georgina Ross notices and makes him break the hold. 

Ben Price - Viktor is trying to take Greg’s air from him. 

Eddie Vega - Always a good technique to do in order to bring a fighter down. 

Viktor pulls Greg to his feet and applies a bear hug below Greg’s arms! Georgina Ross checks to see if Greg will submit, but again is refused. Greg fights the bear hg, eventually hitting an ear pop to break the hold since his arms were free. Viktor drops him to the mat and Greg does a step-in snap elbow to the face that staggers the bigger man back a couple of steps. Greg grabs Viktor by the arm and whips him toward the ropes. He meets the man on the rebound in the center of the ring with a running knee strike that stops Viktor in his tracks. He follows this up with a DDT and a quick cover on Viktor! Georgina Ross gets into position for the count. 

….one

……two

……..th-Viktor kicks out! 

Ben Price - Greg nearly had the Executioner down for the count! 

Eddie Vega - You know, I’ve been wondering. Vespertine has been calling herself Executioner as well. So, will the real Executioner of the Eternal Grove please stand up?

Greg Salazar kneels, then rises to his feet. He watches as Viktor gets up and hits a low cutting kick to the thigh, following with a cutting kick to the ribs, continuing with a standing high kick to the side of the head, BUT Viktor catches him by the ankle for this one. He pulls Greg violently in for a palm strike to the throat! Greg is knocked to the mat, where he clutches at his throat as he desperately tries to breathe. Georgina Ross yells at him for the move, but Viktor ignores her and watches as Greg slowly gets up to backhand him across the face! Greg staggers back a couple of steps, and Viktor follows with a shove, whipping Greg into the ropes. On the rebound, Viktor catches Greg with a lariat, but he holds on so that Greg does not fall and wraps the former Elite champion up in a sleeper hold! Georgina Ross checks to make sure that the move is not a choke and then checks to see if Greg will submit, but no. A few moments later, Greg seems to slump a little. Georgina checks his arm and it falls.

She checks his arm a second time, and it falls.

She checks his arm a third time, and the crowd cheers as Greg’s arm stops halfway down and he holds it up! He elbows Viktor a few times in the midsection before Viktor releases the sleeper. Greg runs to the ropes and comes back with a running knee strike to the center of the bigger man’s chest to knock him back to the ropes. Here, Greg begins the motions for the Mosh Pit again with a low cutting kick to the thigh, a cutting kick to the side of the ribs, a standing high kick to the side of the head, a spinning back elbow one way then turn it around to hit a spinning back elbow with the other arm, finishing with a pull in short-arm spinning back fist (Iron Fist!) Viktor falls backwards into the ropes, bouncing off of them so that he can fall onto his face!

Ben Price - Greg taking Viktor down with the Mosh Pit! This could be it! 

Eddie Vega - Wow. 

Greg rolls Viktor over and goes for the pinfall! Georgina Ross gets into position to make the count.

….one

……two

……..thr-Viktor kicks out! 

Greg Salazar kneels up and looks at Georgina Ross, who hurriedly puts up two fingers to show that it was only a two-count. Greg stands up and watches for Viktor to slowly get up before he runs for the ropes. Greg springboards off of the second rope and goes for a flying sidekick, but Viktor sidesteps and catches Greg instead. He turns and powerslams Greg to the mat, hooking the leg for the cover!

….one

……two

……..thr-Greg kicks out! 

Ben Price - The match is getting close as both men have gotten close counts on the other.

Eddie Vega - Yeah, I wonder who is going to claim the win tonight?

Viktor kneels up and places his hands together before placing them onto Greg’s chest and…going through the motions for CPR?

Ben Price - Is he trying to save Greg’s life when Greg doesn’t need saving?

Eddie Vega - Looks like it, but I bet he’s going for a quick broken rib. 

Viktor puts his weight into his motions, and Greg cries out in pain when a crack is distinctly heard. Viktor stands up and kicks him in the ribcage before pulling him up and applying the Gates of Anwnn! Georgina Ross checks to see if Greg will submit, but he refuses again while trying to scream out in pain…or breathe. 

Ben Price - This could be it! 

Eddie Vega - They are a little close to the side I think. 

And Eddie’s words are true, as Greg is able to reach out and claim a rope for himself. Georgina orders Viktor to break the hold, and he does so. Viktor picks Greg up and hits the Ferryman’s Toll! He goes for the cover, hooking a leg as he does so. Georgina Ross gets into position for the count! 

….one

……two

……..three! 

Ben Price - Viktor has done it! He’s beaten the Paragon! 

Eddie Vega - I mean, I said he had the chance to do this so I’m not really shocked. 

Ben Price - If this keeps up, Viktor might be in line for a shot at the Conquest champion, whoever that is after tonight. 

Eddie Vega - Right? Viktor would make for a fine Conquest champion.

Ben Price - Coming up next is a doozy of a match as Kara Reinhardt takes on Valora Salinas in a Val’s Rules match.

Eddie Vega - It’s gonna be a bloody match that Valora is going to make Kara her bitch for the rest of the season! 

Ben Price - Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.

Eddie Vega - When Valora defeats Kara, that’s exactly what’s going to happen. 

 

 

Eric Wilson - Ladies and Gentlemen, the next match is set for one fall and will be fought under Val’s rules!  This means no count outs, no disqualifications, falls count anywhere Introducing first, hailing from Dresden, Germany.  She stands 6 feet tall and weighs in at 200lbs.  She is a former CWF Elite Champion and is currently one part of the CWF Tag Team Champions.  She is a member of Bad Company, Kara Rainhardt!!

The lights dim and ‘Ich Tu Dir Weh’ by Rammstein plays over the PA as Kara makes her way out from the backstage area, pausing at the top of the entryway as she looks down at the ring. She makes her way to the ring with a slow, methodical pace and climbs into the ring, climbing between the ropes and making her way to her corner where she holds up a hand and then begins warming up, throwing a few warm up punches in her corner

Ben Price - Here she comes.  Her titles are only part of her stories.  She took the Elite belt from Madd Morales fighting through the entire nKo to do it.  She recently defeated the 4 Winds Dyad champions Abby and Akame by herself.  This woman has an indomitable will and she has set her sights on the living legend Valora Salinas.

Eddie Vega - She’s like a female terminator, Ben!  I have no shame in admitting this woman both turns me on and scares me shitless!

Eric Wilson - And introducing her opponent.  She is a former Elite Champion.  A living legend, and is one third of the ownership of CWF.  She hails from Los Angeles, California and stands 5 feet, 9 inches tall and weighs in at 145lbs.  She is the Hardcore Icon, Valora Salinas!!

The crowd comes to their feet and cheers as ‘Bring it’ by Trapt plays over the PA.  Kara waits but no one comes out from the gorilla area, instead Valora charges in from the crowd, sliding into the ring and cracking Kara in the back with a baseball bat, hitting Kara a total of four times before Kara catches the bat and punches Valora as Eric Wilson scrambles out of the ring and Leroy Wallace hurriedly calls for the bell.

DING!!  DING!!

Ben Price - Valora decides to start things off with an attack from behind.  I usually oppose such tactics but against Kara, I can’t say I blame her.”

Eddie Vega - No shit, if I had to fight Kara, I’d be looking for a rocket launcher.

In the ring, Kara pulls the bat out of Valora’s hand and tosses it out of the ring.  She grabs Valora before she can escape and forces her into a collar and elbow tie up, then into a side headlock, cinching in on the neck.

Ben Price - Smart move by Kara here as she tries to cut off Valora’s oxygen and literally take the wind out of Valora’s high tempo offense.

Eddie Vega - Many have tried this before and it hasn’t really worked but we’ll see if Kara can succeed where so many failed.

Kara lifts Valora and cradles her before hitting a cradle DDT,.  She then rolls out of the ring and takes out a table and begins setting it up.  While she sets it up, Valora gets to her feet and rebounds off the ropes and goes airborne, diving over the ropes, over the table and slamming into Kara with a plancha like move without even touching the ropes, the move bringing the crowd to their feet.

Crowd - Holy shit!

Ben Price  - Both of these women are amazing athletes.  Both over 40 years old and still able to do stuff like that!  She flew over the ropes, over the table and hit Kara perfectly.

Eddie Vega - I have no words.  The boss still has it.

Valora wastes no time getting into a mounted position and hammering Kara with vicious lefts and rights.  Kara is hit multiple times but finally tries to get a triangle choke locked in which fails  but does force Valora to back off.  Valora slides under the ring and disappears as Kara gets up and looks around, taking a ready stance as she tries to anticipate where Valora’s next attack will come from.  Valora comes out from the ring with a kendo stick and dives over the barricades and blends into the crowd.  She comes from behind Kara once more and cracks Kara as hard as she can, the sound echoing throughout the arena and breaking the kendo stick.  Kara stands up straight and turns to face Valora and picks her up.  Military pressing her before throwing her into the air and watching as she crashes through the table.

Kara Reinhardt - Sorry to tell you Val.  You’re old.  No longer needed.  I’m going to show you how it feels to be put out to pasture!

She pulls Valora to her feet and slams her face first onto the announce table.  Kara then slams Val’s face onto the announce table a second time.  She tries for a third time but Val blocks it and then elbows Kara in the gut and bounces Kara’s face off the announce table.  Kara stumbles off and shakes her head while Valora climbs onto the announce table and runs along it, jumping off and bringing Kara to the ground with headscissors takedown, pulling Kara up and putting her onto the Spanish announce table.  Val then runs, jumping up onto the ring apron, jumping again and springboarding off the ropes into a moonsault and hits Kara, driving both Kara and herself through said Spanish announce table.  

Crowd - Holy Shit!

Ben Price - Well we got a little closer to the action than we would like

Eddie Vega - But thankfully not as close as our friends at the Spanish announce table!

Valora walks over and shoves Leroy.

Valora Salinas - Count her ass!!!

Leroy begins the count..

…1!

…2!

Valora walks over to the rampway and searches for a weapon

…3!

…4!

Kara stirs and starts to try to get to her feet

…5!

…6!

Kara gets to her feet and looks around but Valora has once more disappeared

Ben Price - Valora continues to wage guerrilla war against Kara here

Eddie Vega - It’s a smart tactic, to be sure.  Hit and run, wear Kara down.

Kara makes her way over to the area by the rampway and looks around, for Valora.  As Kara searches, Valora seems to come out of the shadows with her trusty lead pipe and hits Kara in back of the knee and then hits her there again before a third blow to the back of Kara.  Kara, in turn, grabs Valora by the throat and lifts her before throwing her into the wall and then spears her through the drywall into the room on the other side!

Crowd - Holy Shit!  Holy Shit!

Ben Price - My god, fans!  Kara just put herself and Valora through a damn wall.  These two are now doing actual physical damage to the arena!

Eddie Vega - And somewhere, up there, our overlords are tabulating the cost of this little match.  Think this comes out of Valora’s pay?

Ben Price - I mean.. Maybe?  I mean, I would assume CWF will make the actual payment and then, if needed, Vastrix and Childress could vote to dock Valora’s pay.. But who wants the job of telling Valora she needs to pay for the damages?

Eddie Vega - Not me, Benny boy.  Whoever gets that job is braver, and dumber, than I am.

Leroy walks through the debris and, seeing, both fighters down, begins a 10 count!

…1!

…2!

Neither fighter moves

…3!

…4!

Finally both fighters start to move, Kara getting to a knee and shaking her head a bit to clear the cobwebs…

…5!

…6!

Kara grabs Valora and pulls her to her feet but Valora cuts her off with qa jawbreaker and then hits her with a loaded fist as she put on brass knuckles.  A second punch with the loaded fist sends blood splattering in the air.  Valora tries for a a third punch but Kara catches the fist, turns it into an arm wrench and then a modified German suplex as she bends Valora’s arm behind her back as if arresting her and then lifts her up into a German suplex.  Kara picks Valora up and power lifts her before carrying her out of the room and planting her through a table in the backstage area.

Ben Price - The path of destruction continues.  I’m worried about this because both Kara and Valora have proven to be able to handle obscene levels of punishment and damage.  And this match is a last person standing match which means someone has to come up with a way to keep one of these fighters down for a 10 count!

Eddie Vega - Yeah, this match seems like it’s going to require something special to keep one of these women down and in the meantime, racking up the damage totals.”

Both fighters slowly get to their feet with Valora grabbing a baking pan from the catering table and using it to block a punch from Kara before jumping in the air and hitting Kara in the face with it.  Valora then picks Kara up into a fireman’s carry and moves over to a second catering table and throws Kara into a Death valley driver through the table!

Ben Price - Damn it.. You know us commentators need food too, damn it!  Back to the match, I think we get a glimpse of where Abby gets some of her power from as Valora just lifted a woman heavier than she is and put her through a table.

Eddie Vega - Will Valora is like the Hulk… not that she turns into a green unstoppable monster, but that she is noted to get.. Angry and she turns into a force of pure rage and damage when she loses it.

Ben Price - So more like a barbarian in D&D than the Hulk then?

Eddie Vega - Well yeah I guess if you wanna be a nerd about it.

Valora gets to her feet and kicks Kara in the ribs and once more mounts her and begins hammering her as she grounds and pounds with lefts and rights Before Moving over and locking in her variation of the Koji Clutch.  Kara begins to struggle and even taps a bit but Valora doesn’t break the hold.  Eventually, Kara powers up, slowly standing, Valora hanging onto the hold as Kara grabs Valora and runs into the wall, slamming Valora into the brick wall back first.  Backing up and doing it again and a third time, after the third time, she turns and plants Kara onto the concrete, rolling over onto her back as both fighters are once again down.

Ben Price - The oklahoma slam!  Interesting twist on it, but once more, both fighters are down.  These two seem to be dead even.

Eddie Vega - This is true Benny boy!  

Leroy Wallace looks around but before he can count, Kara gets to a knee and sighs as she gets up and and pulls Valora to her feet, lifting her up and driving her head first into the concrete with her variation of the Michinoku driver

Ben Price - My god!  She could break Valora’s neck with that!

Leroy Wallace rushes in and checks Valora, who is bleeding from the forehead and immediately stands up, calling for an end to the match

Leroy Wallace - Ring the fuckin’ bell and get the god damn medics in here!

DING!!  DING!!

Eric Wilson - Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of the match, Kara Reinhardt!

Ben Price - Kara continues the tear she’s been on and can now boast to be one of the few to knock Valora out cold.

Eddie Vega - I tell you, man,  Terminator.

The ConquestTron lights up on location at the Irish Pub. The pub is closed to the public, with bartender James Mills behind the bar. 

Ben Price - The CWF spared no expense in renting out an actual Irish pub called the Irish Pub for this match. 

Eddie Vega - They're gonna pay through the nose for the damages done too. 

Eric Wilson - The following contest is an Irish Pub Brawl! To win, one must drink five drinks and get their opponent to fail to get up from a ten count! It is also for the CWF Elite championship! Featuring first the challenger, hailing from Leitrim, Ireland…he is “God’s Gracious Gift” Eoin O’Rourke! 

Eoin O’Rourke steps out into the camera view from the front entrance. He smiles and takes up a quick seat at the bar. 

Eric Wilson - And his opponent, hailing from Dublin, Ireland! He is the CWF Elite champion…Father Nathan O’Connell! 

Father Nathan walks out from the back of the bar with the Elite championship belt around his waist. He also bellies up to the bar and has a seat. 

James Mills - Hey, pre-match shot. What can I get you guys?

Eoin O’Rourke - Midleton Very Rare. Neat.

Father Nathan - Dair Ghaelach. Neat.

Jason Mills grabs the two different bottles from the shelves behind him and pours each of them two fingers of the whiskey requested. Eoin’s selection is an annual vintage blend of the finest distillate, while Nathan’s selection is finished in virgin Irish oak. 

Eoin raises his glass to Father Nathan with a smirk.

Eoin O’Rourke - I’m gonna be wearing that title come the end of this match, lad.

Father Nathan returns the motion, but no smile graces his face.

Father Nathan - Think again.

They both shoot back the shot and stand face to face in front of the bar. Eoin punches Father Nathan in the side of the head and receives a return punch for his effort. The two go back and forth while Erica Costa-Alvarez comes out from the back in her referee outfit.

Ben Price - Things are off to a hot start. 

Eddie Vega - Did this count as their first drink or was that bonus?

Ben Price - I am getting that this was counted as their first drink. So, four more to go.

Eddie Vega - Sounds great. 

While the two are brawling back and forth, someone steps out of the shadows to grab James Mills from behind and put him into a sleeper hold. When the light captures his attacker, we can see that it’s Steve Murdock! He’s dressed in his best button-up shirt and slacks.

Ben Price - Wait…I had heard he had wanted in on this match, but thought he had been turned down?

Eddie Vega - Guess he didn’t take the no as a no.

Eoin grabs Father Nathan in a collar-elbow lock up when he feels himself losing the brawl. He transitions this into a Russian legsweep that goes forward to send Father Nathan face-first through a table! Eoin gets in a few kicks and stomps before he goes back to the bar and sees Steve Murdock bartending with James on the floor. 

Eoin O’Rourke - What the feck? Whatever, gimme a shot of Jameson!

Steve Murdock laughs and pours the shot of the most popular Irish whiskey in the world. He slides it to Eoin, who shoots it back before being grabbed from behind by Father Nathan for a release German suplex that sends Eoin through a nearby table! 

Father Nathan - I’ll have one of those if you would, lad.

Steve nods and pours Nathan a shot of Jameson, which he shoots back and walks over to a rising Eoin. He gets Eoin up into a fireman’s carry and slams him down onto the remnants of the table he had just put Eoin through. He grabs a bottle of beer from the bar, a Guinness, and drinks it down. By the time he finishes the drink, Eoin is starting to get up, so he smashes the empty bottle across Eoin’s forehead, busting him open! 

Ben Price - So, Father Nathan has had three drinks, and Eoin has had two.

Eddie Vega - That would be the math of it. 

Father Nathan pulls Eoin up and whips him back first against the bar, coming at him with an arm for a clothesline, but Eoin ducks and backdrops Father Nathan instead into the back shelf of bottles of liquor and the back mirror on the wall! 

Eoin sits down at a stool and looks at Steve.

Eoin O’Rourke - Line me up three shots of whatever. 

Steve Murdock - I don’t think it works that way, man.

Eoin O’Rourke - Do it before I kick your ass too! 

Steve Murdock - I don’t have much left, so here goes! 

He pours three shots of Everclear straight up. Eoin looks at him like WTF, but drinks them each in turn as Father Nathan slowly gets to his feet, cut and bleeding in several spots all across his body and covered in different boozes. Eoin gets up onto the stool and leaps at Father Nathan with the intent of a mid-air tackle, but Father Nathan grabs him out of the air and sends him headfirst into the vat of ice! Eoin slumps as Father Nathan climbs over the bar to sit in a stool that hasn’t been overturned.

Father Nathan - Lad, I don’t be wanting to drink no Everclear. What if ya gave me a beer split into two glasses? Would that count as two drinks?

Steve looks over to Erica Costa-Alvarez, who nods. Steve grabs a local beer and pours it into two glasses. Eoin seems to spring to life, but his head is stuck in the ice bin! 

Eoin O’Rourke - What the feck? Get me outta here! 

Steve motions for Father Nathan to drink as he walks over and begins to violently “help” Eoin try to get his head free. Father Nathan downs the two remaining drinks as Eoin’s head comes free of the bin, gouges across his cheeks and ears that stream blood down his face and onto his shoulders and chest. 

Ben Price - So, both have already met their drink requirements, though I think Eoin got the shit end of the deal with stronger shots that he’s going to be feeling here soon.

Eddie Vega - That’s for sure. Especially with the blood loss he has going on now. Booze is a blood thinner, you know.

Eoin jumps up onto the bar and then down by Father Nathan’s side, where he levels Nathan with a double axe handle move! He pulls Nathan back up and lifts him up before running with him for a running powerslam onto another table, crushing it! He gets back up and backs off so that Erica Costa-Alvarez can begin the count. He reaches up to his forehead, the Everclear already working its magic. 

…1…2…3…4…5…6…Father Nathan gets up. 

Eoin grabs up a table leg and swings it at Father Nathan, but he catches Eoin’s arm before the leg can strike him. He pulls Eoin into a headbutt that splatters blood from Eoin’s wounds all over the place before slipping behind Eoin for a full nelson. He walks Eoin over to another table and completes the motion for a full nelson facebuster through the table! Father Nathan gets up and staggers back for Erica to make the count. 

…1…2…3…4…5…6…7…Eoin gets up.

Ben Price - Between the blood loss and potent booze…Eoin on the worse of things.

Eddie Vega - Shouldn’t have thrown Father Nathan into the booze to break most of it.

Eoin and Father Nathan brawl for a bit, moving from the main area of the bar and into the back where the kitchen is. Eoin hits a drop toe hold to send Father Nathan into the side of a blender, shattering it! Eoin then grabs a bag of tater tots from a small freezer in the kitchen and throws them into the fry basket to drop them into the hot oil. He turns back to Father Nathan, kicking him in the side of the face to paint the backsplash with blood and spittle! 

Father Nathan drops to his knees in front of Eoin, who goes to begin pulling him up, but Father Nathan pulls him down into a jawbreaker! He then grabs Eoin and pulls him up enough to hit a DDT! He walks over to where the tots are frying and pulls the basket up to let it hang and drain the oils back into the frier. As Eoin gets up, he dumps the tots into a parchment-lined basket and nails Eoin in the side of the head with the fryer basket! Erica is on hand to make the count as Father Nathan stands back to salt the tots. He pops one into his mouth and chews while Erica counts. 

…1…2…3…4…5…6…7…8…Eoin gets up!

Ben Price - I guess he still has more in the tank!

Eddie Vega - He’s still bleeding rather heavily, so I’m not sure how much longer he has.

Father Nathan sets the basket of tots back onto the counter and walks over to Eoin, kicking him in the gut and power bombing him onto the floor! Father Nathan goes back to munching as Erica begins the count again.

…1…2…3…4…5…6…7…8…9…Eoin gets up!

Father Nathan shakes his head in disbelief. 

Father Nathan - You should stay down, laddie

Ben Price - I think the good Father’s advice is pretty sound.

Eddie Vega - Eoin wants that title. He won’t willingly give it up. 

Eoin grabs Father Nathan by the shoulders and headbutts him just as hard as he can. Father Nathan goes down to the floor while Eoin grabs hold of the counter to stay upright. He grabs a tot and eats it while Father Nathan is down for the count.

…1…2…3…4…5…6…7…Father Nathan gets up! 

Eoin sets the basket back down and walks over ot Father Nathan, grabbing a wooden cutting board as he walks so that he can crack it over Father Nathan’s head, snapping the thick wood in half! 

Eoin gets Father Nathan into the air for a standing suplex and brings him down across the countertop! Eoin walks out of the kitchen and back into the main bar while Erica starts counting again as Father Nathan rolls off of the countertop and onto the floor!

Ben Price - Father Nathan in a bad way too.

Eddie Vega - I don’t know who booked this match, but it was brilliant!

Ben Price - I think Valora is behind this.

Eddie Vega - Oh, makes sense then. 

…1…2…3…4…5…6…7…8…9…Father Nathan gets up to his feet! 

Ben Price - The champion is holding on still.

Eddie Vega - I don’t know if that’s a good idea, but yeah.

Father Nathan looks around and doesn’t see Eoin, so he walks out of the kitchen, only to get a glass mug shattered across the side of his head! 

Father Nathan drops to his knees, but fires off a hard right hand directly to Eoin’s right thigh with a vicious Charley Horse! Eoin lets out a shout of pain, backing away from Father Nathan and clutching at his leg. 

Father Nathan seems like he considers lying down onto the floor, but gets right back up instead. He watches as Eoin recovers and comes at him with a hard right to the side of the head and a left hand…HEART PUNCH! 

Ben Price - The Left Hand of God! Father Nathan hit it! 

Eddie Vega - Oh snap!

Eoin’s eyes bulge from his head before he falls backward through another table to land onto the floor. Erica gets into the room to begin making the count. 

…1…2…3…4…5…6…7…8…9…10!

Eric Wilson - Winner of the match and STILL CWF Elite champion…Father Nathan O’Connell! 

Father Nathan sits down at the bar and orders another beer that Steve Murdock willingly gets.

Ben Price - What a heck of a match…

Eddie Vega - I bet both of these guys are going to be feeling this match for some time.

Ben Price - Do you find it strange that they both are on potatoes during this match?

Eddie Vega - It is their natural food. Irish and their potatoes. 

Ben Price - Oh geez. After this, we will be going straight into the main event of the evening as Apathy takes on Samael Drago for the CWF Conquest championship!

Eddie Vega - Can’t wait for it! 

 

Eric Wilson - The following contest has been scheduled for one fall and is for the CWF Conquest championship! Featuring first, the challenger, hailing from Alsace Lorraine, France…she is “Apathy” Elizabeth Devereaux-O’Rourke!

The sound of a vintage picture reel began to click and pop, the screen illuminating, counting down like a picture show. The pops, scratches, nicks, and debris covered the screen, the numbers counting down, 5...4....3....2....1....as the reel continued, the faint familiar sound of a text message being composed. The telltale sound of clicks followed by the sound of a message received. The demonic, distorted voice of SKYND creeps through: "You're gonna have to prove me wrong". On the screen, a barrage of action shots, in still form from Apathy's career, centered and fixated, as an old film would. As the arena went down, red and white lights bathing the fans in a sea of color, Elizabeth rises from beneath the stage, head lowered, arms outstretched. A mixed chorus of boos, jeers, and cheers pelted at her. She gradually raises her head, soaking in the animosity and fervent support. Inhaling it like a drug

##I love you, now die

I love you, now die

I love you, now die

I love you, now##

As the heavy bass kicks in and the words of the chorus reverberate through the arena, she snaps her head up, a cocky, self-assured smirk creeping across her lips as she saunters her way to the ring, casually engaging with the fans, either encouraging more of their venomous verbal harassment or acknowledging the respect and adoration from her legions and devotees, basking in the glow

##Go, in your truck and drive in a parking lot

Do it early, do it now

Do it early, do it now

Go, just park and sit there in your car

It will take twenty minutes

It will take twenty minutes##

##Go, in your truck and drive in a parking lot

Do it early, do it now

Do it early, do it now

Go, just park and sit there in your car

It will take twenty minutes

It will take twenty minutes##

As the perverse and twisted sound of SKYND's auto tuned verbal melody pulsates through the speakers, Elizabeth stops at the base of the walkway, grinning from ear to ear as she playfully mouths the words, "It will take 20 minutes", holding up two fingers and flashing them forwards and backwards as she says "20 minutes", then rushes the apron, hopping up and catapulting herself over the top rope, rolling through to the far side of the ring and climbing the turnbuckle and extending her arms, bowing aristocratically and smugly as her coup de grace.

Ben Price - Apathy has been waiting for this. She beat Samael in the tag team match, and now he gets to pay for all of the wrong that he has done to her and her family.

Eddie Vega - Right? It’s going to be a hard match for Samael. 

Eric Wilson - And her opponent, hailing from the Academy of Plato Himself, he is the CWF Conquest champion…”the Moonchild” Samael Drago! 

When the first notes of "Moonchild" by Fields of the Nephilim hit, snow begins to fall on the ramp on. Drago is slowly lifted up from under the ramp. The spotlight follows him throughout, as he stands there quietly. Lights go out everywhere except for on Drago. Then as the verse begins, Drago makes his way to the ring, dressed in his iconic Dragon-scales jacket. As he makes his way to the ring, he scans the ringside to see the audience.

As the chorus hits- "Moonchild, lower me down, lower me down", Drago gets into the ring slowly, taking a second to process the reaction of the crowd. He stops in the middle, unfazed by anything. He slowly takes off his jacket. Ready for war.

Ben Price - Samael ready for any-what’s he doing?

Eddie Vega - I don’t know?

Apathy hasn’t gotten back into the ring, and the bell hasn’t rung to start the match, but Samael drops his jacket to the mat and leaps to the top turnbuckle before leaping off into an asai moonsault onto Apathy on the floor! 

Ben Price - Samael lost his mind? That was crazy to do right off the bat!

Eddie Vega - It worked though. 

Samael Drago rolls back into the ring and waits for Apathy to get into the ring for the bell to start. As Apathy gets into the ring, Samael is on the move again. He runs at her and leaps up at the corner, springboarding as Apathy turns to face him to hit her flush in the face with a knee. Apathy barely stumbles this time, grinning through the attack. 

She catches him in the side of the head with a punch before grabbing him for a suplex into the corner. She then pulls him up into a double-underhook backbreaker, sending him toward the center of the ring. She quickly lands on his chest with a quick splash to make for the cover. Scott Jones, the referee, gets into position to make the count. 

….one

……tw-Samael kicks out!

Apathy gets back to her feet and kicks Samael a few times before he gets back to his feet. He strikes back with a few punches to drive Apathy back to the ropes before whipping her to the opposite side. On the rebound, he goes for a backdrop, but she puts on the brakes and kicks him in the face! She grabs him and whips him into the ropes, but he doesn’t quite make the run to the ropes. He leaps at the ropes instead, using them to bounce back through the air into a slingshot moonsault crossbody that brings Apathy down. He hooks a leg quickly for the cover! 

….one

……two

……..thre-Apathy kicks out! 

Ben Price - Samael almost retained his title right there! 

Eddie Vega - Yeah, he caught Apathy off-guard that time. 

Samael pulls Apathy up and knees her in the midsection a few times while holding onto her shoulders. He brings her over to the ropes and drapes her across the top rope before slipping out onto the ring apron. He runs to the corner and leaps up to the top turnbuckle before spinning around and hitting a triangle dropkick that sends them both to the floor! 

Samael Drago gets back up to his feet first and begins to climb back into the ring, but his leg is grabbed by Apathy, who uses him to get up to her feet. She shoves the small of Samael’s back into the ring apron and whips him at the ring railing. However, Apathy watches as Samael leaps onto the ring railing and springboards into a backflip into a dropkick that sends Apathy back into the ring apron and to the floor! 

Ben Price - Holy acrobatic, Batman!

Eddie Vega -Right? Samael is taking to the air a lot tonight.

Samael rolls into the ring and runs to the opposite side of the ring as Apathy gets to her feet. He rebounds off of the opposite side and clears the top rope as he leaps and catches Apathy with a suicide reverse crossbody that wipes her out! The crowd ooohs and aaahs at the daring do of the move. 

Ben Price - That’s insane how far he flew from the ring! 

Eddie Vega - He must be desperate to gain some kind of edge after being pinned by Apathy at the last War Zone. I don’t know that I have seen him so reckless before. 

Samael gets up slowly and pulls Apathy up. He looks to roll her back into the ring when she grabs him and falls back, hot shotting his face onto the ring steps! The impact echoes throughout the arena, silencing the crowd. 

Ben Price - Oh wow. That will ring a bell. 

Eddie Vega - You know it will. Damn.

Apathy rolls back into the ring and watches as Samael slowly gets up, his hand going to the side of his face that is streaming blood from a gash from the impact with the steps. He rolls into the ring as Apathy charges and manages to get an elbow up to connect with the side of her head to send her to the mat. He looks down at her for a second before jumping up to do a standing shooting star press, but Apathy gets her knees up at the last second to catch him. She rolls over to the side to dump Samael to the mat. He doubles over in pain while she lies on the mat and watches him. 

Ben Price - What an impact. I mean, better than a leap from the top rope, but still. 

Eddie Vega - Yeah, if he had gone off the top rope to meet knees, it would have gone so much worse for him. 

Apathy is up first and pulls Samael up into a bridging suplex, but she doesn’t remain down for the cover. Instead, she pulls him up and hits a pumphandle slam! She stays crouched and waiting for him to get up so that she can hit him with a fisherman’s suplex! This time, she holds it for the cover! Scott Jones gets into position to make the count! 

….one

……two

……..thre-Samael kicks out! 

Ben Price - We almost had a new champion here! 

Eddie Vega - That was a close one. Samael might be spiraling.

Ben Price - Every little thing done wrong is being avenged tonight.

Eddie Vega - I’m sure that’s going to be a lot. 

Apathy kneels up and looks at Scott Jones, who flashes her two fingers to show her that it was a two-count. She drags Samael to his feet and whips him into the ropes. He comes back and dodges a clothesline to go to the other side and bounce back. On the rebound, he hits a Sling Blade, taking Apathy to the mat! 

Samael gets back to his feet and pulls up Apathy, but she breaks free of his grasp and hits a lungblower! Apathy rolls away and to her feet, watching as Samael gets back up. She reaches for him, but Samael runs away! He goes to the ropes and comes back with a shotgun dropkick that sends Apathy into the corner! She springs out of the corner with a Guillotine’s Kiss to the face of Samael, sending him to the mat! 

Ben Price - Both are hitting some big moves, but neither one is really pulling ahead. 

Eddie Vega - Well, Samael is still bleeding from the gash on his face, so he is literally leaking energy. 

Apathy walks over to grab Samael and pull him to his feet, but Samael responds quicker to get Apathy into the air with a half-hatch suplex! Once he lands her on the mat, he jumps to his feet and runs for the ropes. He leaps at them while Apathy is starting to get up to hit a springboard moonsault! Samael gets back up and locks in the Sasor Gatame (sharpshooter). Scott Jones checks to see if Apathy will submit, but she refuses!

Ben Price - This could be bad for Apathy. She’s close to the ring ropes, but can she make her way there?

Eddie Vega - I don’t know, but if anyone can. She can. 

Apathy reaches out with her hands, grabbing at the mat to crawl and pull with all her weight, and Samael’s closer and closer to the ropes as Samael leans back to try to get her to submit. Inch by bruising inch she crawls until she can grab the bottom rope. Scott Jones sees this and tells Samael to break the hold. Samael breaks the hold and steps away from Apathy while she is holding onto the rope. 

Apathy pulls herself up with the ropes, looking angry. She meets Samael in the center of the ring and catches him with several punches! Scott warns her about using the closed fist, but Apathy throws one more punch that catches Samael across the brow and busts him open again! Blood pours down his face to join the other blood on his chest.

Ben Price - What a brutal punch! 

Eddie Vega - It’s not a Valor title match, Scott Jones can take it easy on the nagging. 

Ben Price  - Rules are rules. They ain’t boxers. 

Eddie Vega - I guess that is true. 

Apathy whips the near blinded Samael into the ropes and goes for a clothesline on the rebound. Samael ducks under the outstretched arm and puts on the brakes behind her to grab her by the arms to do a Tiger Suplex with a bridging pin! Scott Jones gets into position to make the count. 

….one

……two

……..thr-Apathy kicks out! 

Samael Drago gets up to his feet and goes to the ropes as Apathy is starting to get up. On the rebound, he hits her with a Shining Wizard that rocks her! He goes for the cover again, but Apathy kicks out before Scott Jones can get into position. 

Samael gets up to his feet and meets Apathy when she gets up, but Apathy is quicker on the draw. She grabs him and hits a DDT, painting the mat with his blood from the impact! Apathy goes to the ropes as Samael starts to stagger back to his feet and hits a superman punch! She doesn’t let Samael fall and instead hoists him up into the air to hit the F10! She goes for the cover as Scott Jones slides into position to make the count! 

….one

……two

……..three! NO! Samael gets a shoulder up just before the three! The crowd goes silent, shocked that the champion is still holding on. 

Ben Price - I would have thought that Drago was finished there. 

Eddie Vega - I thought the same thing to be perfectly honest. 

Ben Price - Even the crowd is shocked that Drago kicked out of that pin. 

Eddie Vega - Lord knows Apathy is. 

Both wrestlers stagger to their feet, Samael grabs Apathy by the hair and rubs his hand across his own face before smearing the blood across Apathy’s face and snarling something at her as the crowd roars.

Rather than being intimidated, Apathy gets Samael up into the air and hits another F10 (her Death Before Dishonor move). She drops down and goes for the cover. 

….one

……two

……..three! NO! 

Ben Price - How did he kick out of that? He should be right about out of energy by now. 

Eddie Vega - I have no idea what is driving the man to continue to hold out. 

Apathy kneels up and looks at Scott Jones, death in her glare as she regards the man. Scott Jones hesitantly holds up two fingers to let her know that it was only a two-count. Apathy stands up with a grunt and goes to the ropes while Samael is slowly getting up. On the rebound, Apathy goes for an Enzuigiri, but Samael ducks under the kick to the back of the head. He gets up to his feet and grabs Apathy and hoists her into the air. He power bombs her to the mat, but holds onto her so he can lift her again. He power bombs her a second time! A third to complete his “Three Lives Death Each Time” move! He caps it off with his patented inverted kip-up, but then falls sideways to the mat once he lands on his feet!

Ben Price - I don’t know how Samael managed that technique. He’s barely on his feet as it is. 

Eddie Vega - He’s managed to do this. Now, he should go for the pinfall…

He drags himself to the top rope instead of going for the cover. He’s visibly hurting, blood-soaked, but he gets to the top rope and throws his arms into the air while trying to maintain his balance. He leaps through the air and connects with a picture-perfect Dragonslayer  (moonsault transitioned mid-air into an elbow drop)! He drapes himself over her for the cover. Scott Jones gets into position to make the count. 

….one

……two

……..three! NOO! Apathy gets a foot on the bottom rope!  

Ben Price - How in the world did Apathy have the presence of mind to get her foot on the ropes?

Eddie Vega - I have no idea, but that took a lot. 

Samael kneels up and looks at Scott Jones, unable to believe that the match is not yet over! Scott shows the champion two fingers to say that the count was only two. Samael gets up and drags Apathy up. He whips her at the ropes, but Samael reverses it. He sends Apathy directly into Scott Jones, leveling the man! The effort took everything from Samael, and he falls to his knees and to his side. Apathy looks down at him. She waits for him to start to move before running to the ropes. She bounces off the ropes as Samael starts to rise, but Samael reveals the L-shaped lead pipe that he has on his arm. He pops up as Apathy goes for her move, a running knee strike, but Samael pops up with a Pop Up Crescent Rising Elbow that he calls the Lunar Cascade! He sees that Scott Jones is starting to revive and throws the lead pipe out of the ring before going for the cover. 

Scott Jones gets up enough to see that Samael is pinning Apathy and lunges over to count the pinfall! 

….one

……two

……..three! 

Ben Price - He’s done it! He’s retained the championship!

Eddie Vega - I have to say that I am shocked that he managed to do this. 

Eric Wilson - Winner of the match and STILL CWF Conquest champion…”the Moonchild” Samael Drago!

Ben Price - I’m not that shocked, considering that a lead pipe had to come into play in order for Samael to get the win. 

Eddie Vega - It’s as I have heard said before. Win if you can, lose if you must, but always cheat, and don’t get caught! 

The bell sounds to end the match as Samael Drago slowly gets to his feet. Instead of accepting the championship and raising his arms in the air, he begins kicking Apathy and smashing her with the face of the Conquest championship in a rage!

Ben Price - What the heck?

Eddie Vega - He get into his own black rain?

Annika Devereaux and Eoin O’Rourke begin to rush down to the ring to stop him, but Viktor Kriegson steps into the ring out of seemingly nowhere and blocks them long enough for Samael to stand up and lay Eoin out with the Conquest championship belt! Samael grabs Annika with a single arm snaking around her throat from behind.

Eoin gets up and moves to attack Samael and Viktor, despite the odds, but Viktor points up. Apathy starts to rise up, and the pair look up to the rafters where a spotlight shines on a dark-haired woman with Vespertine and Karlie Nash. 

Apathy - Sarah?! 

Sarah holds in her hand a remote control as she looks down at Apathy and Eoin with a wide grin. 

Sarah - Today ends all things, Elizabeth! 

A press of a button and the black rain begins to fall, but not on the ring. Not on the stars on the stage, but on the audience! The crowd begins to mill about in confusion, but then the anger hits. Their inner monsters come to the surface, and many begin jumping the railing and climbing into the ring, becoming a living wall between Eoin and Apathy and the Eternal Grove. Apathy and Eoin begin to fight the audience members, trying their hardest to get back to Annika and Samael. 

Ben Price - Someone has to get this under control!

Eddie Vega - Yeah, but how? Call the National Guard?

The crowd of people chokes out the ring and ringside area, but they part for Samael and Viktor as they walk with Annika away. Eoin and Apathy fight, but the crowd begins to close in.

Ben Price - You would think that Samael planned this all along…

Eddie Vega - Retaining his championship and taking Annika? 

Ben Price - Yeah.

Eddie Vega - That’s some serious evil shit.

In the rafters, we see Samael Drago and Viktor Kriegson join Vespertine, Karlie Nash, and Sarah, with Annika Devereaux restrained. 

Ben Price - We are going to have to sign off here. We’re out of time.

Eddie Vega - What are we going to do with these people?

Ben Price - What is the Dynasty Era going to do about Annika?

Eddie Vega - Great Zombie Jesus on a Stick! What are they going to do to escape the crowd?

The Eternal Grove begins to take Annika away, having knocked her out cold to prevent her from fighting. Instead of the normal finish, we focus in on Samael Drago, who has a vicious smile spreading across his blood-soaked face as he watches the crowd close in on Eoin and Apathy below.