||Vanguard || Season 4 || Episode 7 || Milwaukee Mayhem, Pt 1||
The show opening starts as the new Vanguard theme for Season 4, “Elevate” by Kingdom Collapse starts to play. It’s quickly followed by the new Season 4 Logo for Vanguard.
Table of Contents
Show Opening
The patented CWF drone flyover shows the Scotiabank Arena and a graphic comes up saying that 11,127 CWF Fans have joined us live in the Arena, out of a capacity of just under 12,700 for tonight’s show.
Jessica Carr – Good evening CWF Fans, and welcome to the 7th Episode of Vanguard for Season 4. We’re coming to you from Milwaukee tonight, from the University of Wisconsin’s Panther Arena. And we’ve got a hell of a show for you tonight.
Victoria Hill – Our main event tonight, Apathy moves on to her next Valor Title Defense, as she takes on Viktor Kreigson. The Hound of Hades is ready to claim CWF Silver, but he’s got Elizabeth Devoroux-O’Rourke in the way, as she heads for her 3rd title defense.
Jessica Carr – We’ll also have two matches that both revolve around Fiona O’Connell, the newest member of the Upstarts.
Victoria Hill – First there is the challenge match between her and Trelisa Perrault, a one on one meeting stemming back from the tag match where Miguel Lanza helped her defy joining the nKo under Gabriel Tuck’s new leadership.
Jessica Carr – And before that, there will be her teammate, and tag team partner, Miguel Lanza will face off against Twila Venin, who has an… unhealthy infatuation with Fiona O’Connell.
Victoria Hill – Everyone wants a piece of the preacher man’s daughter. Don’t know why, but there has to be some sort of fetish for that.
Jessica Carr – Okay, we can stop there. Fiona O’Connell, like Abby Dresden, has just recently turned 18. So, still kinda young to be talking like that.
Victoria Hill – Hey, saying that’s what they’re thinking, not what I’m thinking. I like them big, manly and maybe wearing a gimp mask if you know who I mean.
Jessica Carr – Well he’s coming up in the next match up, as Mr. Apathy, Eion O’Rourke will face off against Peak of Freak, the former Monster Mammoth.
Victoria Hill – And that’s your cue, Marcela! Let’s check out the action in the ring.
Singles Match – Eoin O’Rourke vs Peak of Freak
Marcela Sancho – The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Featuring first, the challenger, weighing in at 245 pounds…he is “the Irish Bounty Hunter” Eoin O’Rourke!
Lights dim in the arena as guitar rifts in the arena. Then as “Just Close Your Eyes” by Fivefold reaches a high point
“OH!”
A sole light shines on the stage with Eoin O’Rourke standing on the stage with his eyes closed, arms stretched wide and hands open
“Its a smoke and mirror’s. It’s a day in day out prison,
You’re living in, it’s smothering the power in you.”
Eoin opens his eyes and lowers his arms and begins marches down the ramp
“When the world’s out of control
And time is always racing
Everybody has a place
Where they can let it go”
Eoin makes it to ringside and he stands in front of the ring. He begins cracking his neck and hopping on the sides, then he dives into the ring and rolls to stand back up with his arms stretched again with a green spotlight over him
“And fall into the feeling
Take a breath and never leave it
When the world is overwhelming
Just close your eyes, you’ll find the
Strength to seize the day
Nothing standing in your way
Just fall into the feeling
Take a breath, it’s time to let it go
It’s time to let it go”
Eoin lowers his arms and walks around the ring, taking off his red glasses and jacket and readying for the match
Jessica Carr – Eoin O’Rourke looking to make up for past losses tonight when he takes on the Peak of Freak.
Victoria Hill – I don’t think he’s going to get far tonight. My man, the Peak of Freak, is going to squish him just like a grape.
Marcela Sancho – And his opponent, weighing in at 349 pounds…he is the Peak of Freak!
The first whispered lines of the song “Stitch” by Wage War plays and the initial breakdown is followed by The Peak of Freak walking out from behind a black curtain. Walking to the center area of the ramp with a stone solid expression as he slowly turns his head to leer at both sides of the crowd. Then, as Peak raises his arms, black and red pyro goes off on both sides of the ramp, descending towards his position. Smoke rises into the air and when it dissipates, Peak charges the ring and jumps up onto the apron. Pushing down the top rope to climb over it and walks to the four corners of the ring. Climbing to the middle turnbuckle at each corner and covering his eyes to look out into the crowd and point at individual members.
Jessica Carr – The Peak of Freak’s luck hasn’t been the best since his return either.
Victoria Hill – My man will begin his rebound tonight! He’ll throttle that twerp, Eoin, and go on to victory!
As the bell sounds to start the match, Eoin and Peak begin to circle around one another to seek an opening by which to strike. Eoin locks up with Peak, pushing him back suddenly. Peak of Freak regains his footing and pushes back, pushing Eoin against the ropes. The referee, Troy Reynolds, tells him to back off, but Peak whips Eoin into the ropes on the other side and goes for a shoulder as Eoin rebounds, but Eoin sidesteps and goes to the ropes on the other side and comes back with a dropkick that sends the Peak backpedalling. Eoin jumps right back up and pulls Peak down for a stiff headbutt! A drop toe hold sends Peak to the mat. Eoin kicks and stomps the downed man before he rolls away and gets back to his feet. Peak charges at Eoin, hitting a heavy clothesline, following him down. He gets his hands on either side of Eoin’s head and begins to squeeze. Troy gets in there to see if Eoin will submit, but Eoin refuses.
Jessica Carr – This is how the Mountain kills that one bisexual guy.
Victoria Hill – Well, there was thumbs going in their eyes there too, but yeah.
Eoin gets his foot and kicks Peak right in the nuts. Peak releases Eoin’s head and gets a knife edge chop across the throat for his troubles. Peak rolls away, not knowing to clutch as his crotch or his throat. Eoin gets up and walks over to the downed Peak. He gets Peak up into a suplex position to hit a standing suplex before going for the pinfall! Troy gets into position to make the count.
….one
…..two
…….thr-Peak kicks out!
Eoin gets back to his feet and watches as Peak gets back up. He runs to the ropes and comes back with a lou thez press, taking the Peak of Freak down to the mat and laying into him with right hands.
Eoin gets right back up and pulls Peak up into getting Peak’s head between Eoin’s legs as if to prep for a power bomb. Peak stands up instead while holding Eoin upside down and drops to a seated position to drop Eoin onto his head! Peak stands up while Eoin rolls around on the mat in pain.
Jessica Carr – Eoin thought he was going to finish this match, but there’s still a lot of fight left in the Peak of Freak!
Victoria Hill – Yeah, he does. My MAN has a lot of fight left in him.
Jessica Carr – You ever going to man up and sk him out?
Victoria Hill – No? I’m going to sit here and talk smack until he discovers this and asks me out like a man.
Peak grabs Eoin and pulls his head between his legs as if he were going to go for a power bomb. However, Eoin falls, limp, to the mat. Peak goes to pull him back up, but Eoin pulls him down into a jawbreaker!
Eoin pulls Peak up and into an underhook position so that he can hit his DDT called Death Before Dishonor! He goes for the pinfall!
….one
……two
……..three
Marcela Sancho – Winner of the match via pinfall…Eoin O’Rourke!
Jessica Carr – The Peak of Freak tried, but he just didn’t have it.
Victoria Hill – Well…maybe I should go down there and help him to the back.
Jessica Carr – Maybe you should.
Victoria Hill – Maybe I will!
Jessica Carr – You’re not going, are you?
Victoria Hill – No.
Jessica Carr – You’re such a cowardly cougar.
Victoria Hill – I…resemble that remark.
Jessica Carr – Well, that leads us to our first commercial break of the evening. We’ll be right back as Twila Venin will face off against MIguel Lanza, Jr. Who is standing in her way to getting to Fiona O’Connell.
The show comes back from commercial with the cameras on the announcers.
Jessica Carr – Welcome back to Vanguard. We’re ready for a strange match up tonight. We have Miguel Lanza, Jr, one of the Upstarts. Taking on a person who wants some one on one time with one of his teammates.
Victoria Hill – Everyone wants some of Fiona O’Connell, but I’m not sure that Twila Venin wants in the same way as Trelisa Perrault later on.
Jessica Carr – Well, Venin does want her, at least from the sounds of it, in the same way as Gabriel Tuck does.
Victoria Hill – Hey, Gabriel Tuck is with…
Jessica Carr – Just giving you what you do about Miguel Lanza. Lanza is a big brother to everyone else in the Upstarts, except the one he makes content with on her private website. That I believe you are a member of.
Victoria Hill – I can neither confirm nor deny any website memberships. Now, lets go to the ring as the eccentric Twila Venin takes on “The Dreadnaught” Miguel Lanza.
Jessica Carr – Nice save. Take it away Marcela.
Singles Match – Twila Venin vs Miguel Lanza Jr
Marcela Sancho – The following match up is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, representing the Upstarts. Coming in at 6’ 10” and weighing 335 lbs. He hails from Patillas, Puerto Rico… he is “The Dreadnaught” Miguel Lanza!
As Disturb’s “Won’t Back Down” starts to play over the Arena’s PA System, the big man from Puerto Rico walks out. He raises up his left hand in a fist as he stands there one moment to take in whatever the crowd’s reaction may be tonight. Once he’s ready, he makes his way down to the ring, occasionally giving the fans what is a very high-five for them.
Once he gets to the ring, he reaches up and pulls himself to the apron via pulling the top rope. He then enters, stepping over the ropes and starts to get ready for this match up.
Victoria Hill – And Fiona O’Connell’s Brown Knight!
Jessica Carr – I”m not sure you can word it that way.
Victoria Hill – C’lmon, we all know he’s probably trying to bed every woman in the Upstarts.
Jessica Carr- His relationship with Kelea Thulnaught is well known.
Victoria Hill – I still question it. But he’s out here “White Knighting” for Fiona O’Connell, that’s for sure.
Marcela Sancho – And his opponent. She comes in at 5’ 7” and 135 lbs. Hailing from Dead Orchids, Louisiana… This is “The Velvet Widow” Twila Venin!
A hush falls. Darkness swallows the arena.
Suddenly, a white spotlight hits center stage, illuminating a child-sized carousel slowly spinning in place. Broken porcelain dolls are draped across the horses. A soft music box lullaby begins to play—but it’s warped, reversed, and layered with whispers you can almost understand.
From the speakers, a voice murmurs:
“She’s been good. She’s been quiet.
But good little girls don’t stay buried.”
The lights flicker. Blood-red strobe hits the stage.
A silhouette appears upside down, slowly descending from above like a spider—Twila Venin, suspended in a web of black silk, wearing a corseted bodysuit splashed with crimson smears, her face painted ghost-white with a smeared black smile and sharp eyes full of mischief and menace.
Jessica Carr – This woman is just downright creepy.
Victoria Hill – and she has a fascination with a certain redheaded new member of the Upstarts.
Jessica Carr – And standing in her way right now is a big man from Puerto Rico.
As she lands on the ramp, glitchy static hits the screen. Her Tron explodes into chaotic flashes: nursery scribbles, X-ray scans of a smiling skull, crime scene photos, burning roses, a carousel turning too fast, too fast, too fast—
TWILA VENIN
“The Daughter of Delightful Ruin”
The music drops—industrial horror trap, with eerie music box chimes buried under heavy bass and distorted laughter.
She crawls down the ramp—not walks, crawls, then suddenly skips, then twirls, dragging a heart-shaped war mallet behind her.
Smoke begins to curl up from the stage. Not pyro—mist. Thick, unnatural fog, curling around her limbs like vines of a toxic plant. The crowd doesn’t know whether to cheer or scream.
At the apron, she licks the turnbuckle, giggles, then somersaults into the ring like a demented ballerina.
She kneels at the center, looks directly into the camera, tilts her head…
And mouths the words:
“You called me.”
The lights flicker one final time.
The lullaby cuts out.
Her theme stops mid-beat.
The crowd is left in silence.
And then—
BOOM.
A burst of confetti and black petals erupts from the turnbuckles.
Marcela Sancho – Your referee for this match up, Georgina Ross!
Ross raises her hand, and then calls both combatants to the middle of the ring. Venin twirls and dances over, as Lanza steps over. Ross does the quick rundown of the rules, and then calls for the bell.
DING! DING!
Lanza lunges, trying to get ahold of the much smaller woman. Venin pirouettes out of the way, dodging the attack. She grabs his arm at the wrist, brings a cutting kick up to his midsection, bending him over a bit.
Jessica Carr – And Twila Venin immediately avoids a huge strike, and tried to take over.
Victoria Hill – I don’t care who trained Miguel Lanza, you can’t train and get ready for someone like Twila Venin.
Vennin pulls back and delivered a headbutt to the side of Lanza’s head, near the temple. She pulls back and does it again and again, then a third, fourth, fifth. Lanza staggers backwards, some blood trickling down his head… Venin has a trickle of blood also coming down the middle of her forehead.
Jessica Carr – And Miguel Lanza has been staggered already.
Victoria Hill – The question is, whose blood is that. Twila Venin’s or his?
Vennin dances around, and ends up rubbing a bit of the blood from her forehead down her face. She leans in a turnbuckle while doing it. When Lanza seems to be about to recover, she suddenly runs past him, hops up to onto the ropes and spring boards backwards with a huge headbutt that rocks him to one knee.
Jessica Carr – And so far, she’s been just dominant in this match up against a former Valor Champion.
Victoria Hill – Former… former. He’s still the whipping boy of the Upstarts. And always will be.
Venin continues to move around the ring, swaying and dancing. She comes in close to Lanza again, and this time he pops up, grabs her and whips her to the ropes. He catches her when she comes off with a huge running lariat. He bends down, picks her up, and then pulls her in for what looks like it’ll be a powerbomb of something similar, putting her head between his thighs.
Jessica Carr – And Miguel Lanza gets some offense in finally!
He pulls her up and hooks her for what would be either a phoenix plex or his missile launcher… but before he can finish the move, Venin throws something into his face… looks like… glitter!
He lets her go, and she falls back into a handstand and then comes to her feet.
Victoria Hill – Glitter? She throw a glitter bomb at him?
Jessica Carr – And why isn’t Georgina Ross calling for the bell that should be a disqualification!
Victoria Hill – How? Who ever got hurt by glitter?
Jessica Carr – The clearing crew!
Lanza stumbles backwards and Venin launches herself for the ropes. She comes off with a spinning back elbow that finds its mark while he’s bent over. She then grabs his head and plants him with an inverted DDT that almost looks like it’s at a very bad angle.
Venin climbs on top of him and seems to be going for a pin…
Ross drops down, and counts it out.
… One
…… Two
……… Three!
Ross gets up and calls for the bell!
Victoria Hill – Twila Venin just… manhandled Miguel Lanza!
Jessica Carr – What just happened out here?
Marcela Sancho – Your winner, via pinfall … Twila Venin!
Venin starts to laugh in the ring, and falls onto her back. And then… the rolls out of the ring.
Jessica Carr – What is she doing? Where is she going?
Victoria Hill – Someone has set up something outside the ring…
Segment – 3 – Twila Venin
The arena lights dim. A single spotlight frames Twila, now sitting at her tea table. She lifts a black china cup, glances at the camera, and smiles softly, as if greeting a hidden guest.
Twila Venin – Ah… my sweet Fiona. Can you see me? Can you hear the clink of my cup, the whisper of the candles? Tonight was… merely a lesson. A brief interlude… while others—
—try to claim importance. But we both know who the story is really about, don’t we?
Twila dips her finger into the tea, swirls it, and flicks it at the camera lens, leaving a dark, glossy smear. She leans forward, eyes intense, glitter falling from her sleeves.
Twila Venin – Men, Miguel, all of you… irrelevant. Fragile. Disposable. You can exert strength, perform feats of power… but do you know what it takes to capture a heart? To seize attention, to command obsession? No. You merely stumble in the margins of my narrative.
Madame Mandragora steps slightly forward, calm but piercing, addressing the audience more than Twila herself.
Madame Mandragora – Observe Twila carefully. She is operating within a unique mental framework: Delayed Emotional Processing allows her to prioritize fixation over consequence, and Pathological Narrative Substitution means she rewrites reality to suit her obsessions. This is not cruelty; this is performance. This is control. Miguel’s strength… his efforts… hold no sway here. He is simply… background noise.
Twila rises slowly from her chair, tiptoeing toward the camera, crouching as if moving across an invisible stage.
Twila Venin – And you, my darling Fiona… my muse… my chaos incarnate… you are real. You are sharp, untamed, and entirely irresistible. While others struggle, I watch, I wait, and I… prepare. Do you feel it? The pull? The glitter? The madness? That is me… reaching for you.
She twirls her cane, letting it strike the mat softly, echoing in the quiet arena.
Twila Venin – Sleep not, blink not, my sweet… for the next encounter will not be a match. It will be… a communion. A dance. And perhaps, if you are very, very good… I may allow you to keep… a part of yourself.
Twila rises fully, glitter falling like black snow around her, then strides toward the ropes and vaults theatrically to the outside. She pauses at ringside, crouching low to blow a kiss directly at the camera.
Twila Venin – Remember, Fiona… it’s not the power that matters, nor the victory… it’s the devotion, the chaos, the obsession. And I… I am very… devoted.
Madame Mandragora quietly notes on her clipboard, a faint smile on her lips.
Madame Mandragora – Twila has claimed the narrative. She is undeterred by outcome. She sees only her obsession, and all else is… surplus.
The camera fades to black as Twila exits the arena, glitter trailing behind, leaving the audience unsettled, enchanted, and fully aware that Fiona has become the center of her world.
Jessica Carr – And at that, we have to go to Commercial!
Victoria Hill – Okay, Twila Venin has got to be psychotic… but if it’s any consolation, she’s probably a beast in the sack…
Jessica Carr – Victoria!
‘The show comes back with the camera in the ring. The announcers are on voiceover.
Jessica Carr – Welcome back. We’re ready to get to our next match up as it’s once again, nKO vs Upstarts.
Victoria Hill – Trelisa Perrault, one half of the CWF Tag Team Champions has issues with Fiona O’Connell still, and we’re going to see them settle them… tonight.
Singles Match – Trelisa Perrault vs Fiona O’Connell
Marcela Sancho – Ladies and gentlemen, the next match is set for one fall. Introducing first. She hails from Paris, France. She stands 6 feet tall and weighs in at 160lbs. She is a member of the nKo and is one half of the CWF Tag Team Champions, the Excellent Trelisa Perrault!!
As “Handclap” by Fitz and the tantrums hits the arena, it darkens, and neon colors light the stage and ramp. Trelisa moves onto the stage under a spotlight. Trelisa wears a different elaborate designer jacket each time she takes the stage, as well as a pair of sunglasses.
“Turn it up.”
As the first words hit, Trelisa takes hold of her sunglasses and casts them off her face. She walks down the ramp, and a spotlight follows her, lighting her way. She moves with all the grace of a model on a walkway. As she walks, she lifts her arms out, and then points them in the direction she’s walking. She’s like a queen taking to the stage, and the audience is her domain until she reaches the bottom of the ramp.
“I can make your hands clap”
At that Trelisa her hand and claps along with the song. The audience joins in, and Trelisa begins a slow walk around to the south side of the ring. Climbing onto the apron, she’ll sway her hips in a dancer’s manner, and she’ll take a moment to blow a kiss to a fan in the front row, bringing her index and middle finger to her lips as she does so. Finally, she slips into the ring, spinning with a dancer’s flair, before turning and moving back toward the opposite corner. Once more the song announces it can make the audience’s hands clap and they clap along.
“Every night when the stars come out”
Climbing to the second rope Trelisa gracefully dips, leaning forward and reaching a hand up as if she were stretching her arms to the heavens, with the only light in the arena coming from the spotlight on her and the phones from the audience, their lit phones making it seem like she is surrounded by stars. At last, she climbs down and gets ready for the match. If she’s the second to enter the ring she’ll blow a second kiss, this one aimed at her opponent.
Jessica Carr – Well, we’re set for an interesting match to say the least. Trelisa representing one half of the tag team champs, and the nKo, taking on Fiona O’Connell, representing the Upstarts and half of a team that probably should have included in the tag team title tournament at the pay per view.
Victoria Hill – The Upstarts had two teams in the tournament as it was. How much do they need to stack the deck in their favor before they win? I think Trelisa is finally about to prove that she is superior to this Irish juvenile delinquent.
Marcela Sancho – And introducing her opponent. She stands 5 feet, 6 inches tall and weighs in at 135lbs. She is a member of the Upstarts, Fiona O’Connell!!
As ‘Blood’ by Dropkick Murphys plays over the PA, Fiona comes out from the back very much like a boxer, jogging in place, hopping from one foot to the other. She is clearly singing along with her entrance song but no mics pic up her voice and she lets loose a lightning fast flurry of punches before holding up her right hand into the air. Her Mother, Tera, stands behind her and Fiona makes her way to the ring slowly, stopping to shake hands with fans and as the fans cheer, she seems to feed off their energy and then, finally makes her way to the ring where she climbs in and throws another combination of punches and then moves to a corner and waits for her opponent
Jessica Carr – I wouldn’t be so quick to count Fiona out. She nearly beat Abigail Dresden. She did beat Viktor Kriegson last show. What I don’t get is this animosity from Trelisa.
Victoria Hill – Really?! The little homewrecker is messing with Trelisa’s beau!
Jessica Carr – One. No relationship has been confirmed. Two. Fiona has shown no interest in Gabriel Tuck. He has, in fact, been making an effort to recruit her. Three. Trelisa clearly pushed for this fight and she might just end up regretting it if she can’t deliver on her promises of victory. Four. What proof do you have Fiona is, as you claim, a juvenile delinquent?
Victoria Hill – She grew up in a pub. Plus she’s Irish on her father’s side and Northern Irish on her mother’s side and I have yet to see any indication of her acting like a proper British subject!
Jessica Carr – Your bias aside, there is no proof we’ve seen yet that she is a trouble maker.
Georgina Ross gives her instructions to both fighters as Marcela Sancho leaves the ring. When both are ready, She calls for the bell
DING!!! DING!!!
Fiona wastes no time opening the offense with a blinding fast combination that begins with two left jabs, then a third jab and right cross that brings Trelisa to the mat. Fiona wastes no time, grabbing Trelisa by the hair and pulling her to her feet.
Fiona O’Connell – Aww lil’ princess fell down.. Lemme help ya up.. C’mere Princess!
Fiona wastes no time in bringing Trelisa to the mat with a snapmare take over sticking her knee right into the spine of Trelisa as she cinches in a rear chinlock. Georgina Ross checks to make sure the hold stays legal and to see if Trelisa wishes to submit.
Jessica Carr – Fiona once more using those dangerous hands to bring Trelisa to the mat. She will have to find some way to counter or neutralize those hands if she wants to have any chance of success..
Victoria Hill – And I have confidence she will do so. She wanted this fight, I can’t believe she would pick a fight with someone if she didn’t have a plan to beat them.
In the ring, Trelisa tries to get out of the hold, but Fiona holds her firm, before finally tilting Trelisa’s head back and slamming her elbow right into the nose. Trelisa writhes on the mat while trying to stem the flow of blood from her nose. Fiona drags Trelisa to her feet and hammers her with punches, starting off with a few punches to the body and finishing with an uppercut. Fiona hesitates for a moment pulls her her fist back but Trelisa cuts the move off with a boot to the stomach and a DDT.
Jessica Carr – Well it seems like Fiona has decided to attack Trelisa’s vanity. She might have broken her nose there!
Victoria Hill – She should be disqualified! She’s just jealous that Trelisa is prettier than her!
Jessica Carr – I would say both women are ‘easy on the eyes’ as the cliche goes.
Victoria Hill – Trelisa Perrault grew up in Paris, the daughter of a famous actress, she knows how to look posh. Fiona… grew up in a pub and thought punching people and getting punched was a good way to spend time.
Trelisa pulls Fiona to her feet and locks in a side headlock, grounding Fiona as she punches the young Irish fighter in the side of her head Fiona counters with kidney punches. Trelisa finishes the exchange by planting Fiona on the mat with a running bulldog. Trelisa follows this up with a moonsault from the ropes and goes for a cover, but Fiona kicks out before Georgina Ross can get into position to count.
Jessica Carr – Well, fans this thus far has been exactly what we expected. A fight, not a wrestling match, and I have to say that the longer this is a brawl, the more it will favor Fiona.
Victoria Hill – I can agree to this. Trelisa is obviously the more skilled wrestler and thus she should force this back alley brawler to fight a wrestling match. Perhaps she wants to really rub Fiona’s face in it by beating her in a match style tailored to Fiona’s strengths, but that is a risky bet.
In the ring, Trelisa plays to the crowd, signalling a big move by spinning her hand in a circle. She then pulls Fiona to her feet and sends her into a turnbuckle with an Irish whip, charging in after her and hitting her with a body splash. Trelisa lifts Fiona and sets her on the top of the turnbuckle, climbing up with her and brings Fiona to the mat with a tornado DDT that lands with a violent impact.
Jessica Carr – Tornado DDT! Trelisa wasting no time and she might try to win the match here!
Victoria Hill – Trelisa might win this match in dominating fashion!
Trelisa rolls Fiona up, even grabbing her pants for extra leverage. Georgina misses this as she slides in to count.
…1!
……2!
Jessica Carr – NO! Fiona manages to kick out even with Trelisa cheating!
Victoria Hill – Slander! The ref didn’t reprimand Trelisa for cheating so nothing illegal happened.
Trelisa gets to her feet and pulls Fiona to her feet, hitting her with a knife edge chop on the chest. Fiona replies with a straight punch to the nose. Trelisa fires off two more chops on the chest and dodges the return punch from Fiona and hits Fiona with a roundhouse kick that brings Fiona to the mat.
Jessica Carr – Fiona trying to fight back but she is obviously still feeling the effects of that Tornado DDT and Trelisa was able to come out of that exchange on top.
Victoria Hill – That roundhouse kick is at least as dangerous as Fiona’s fists are, I’d argue even more dangerous than Fiona’s fists.
Trelisa bows and plays to the crowd signalling she has Fiona where she wants her. She then arrogantly pulls Fiona to her feet, but Fiona cuts her off with a jawbreaker, then a straight punch to the nose and finally an uppercut that hits Trelisa square on the chin and drops her in a heap to the mat.
Fiona O’Connell – Check on her Ross! I turned out the lights of that arrogant French wench!
Jessica Carr – Well, the mics picked up Fiona’s take on the situation. She seems to think she has either ended this fight or, at the least, taken control of it.
Victoria Hill – So classy.. Fiona is most obviously a role model to be admired.. And for our American viewers, that’s called sarcasm.
Fiona takes her turn to play to the crowd jumping on the middle rope and throwing a fist into the air before hopping down and grabs Trelisa as she tries to get up and brings her to the mat with a spinning neckbreaker. She rushes to the ropes and rebounds off of them before doing her variation of RVD’s rolling thunder. She comes to her feet and throws a punch into the air and drops down into a split-legged position and comes back to her feet.
Jessica Carr – Fiona starting to build some momentum and also showcasing some impressive athletic ability and flexibility as well.
Victoria Hill – She’s a showoff who is trying to show up Trelisa.
In the ring, Fiona moves over to Trelisa and pulls her to her feet. Trelisa fires off a couple of punches to the gut and hits a jawbreaker as she tries to fight back and cut off Fiona’s offense. Trelisa runs over to and rebounds off the ropes. Fiona does the same on her end and she hits Trelisa with a spear style tackle, moving into a mounted position where she hammers Trelisa with rights and lefts until Georgina Ross literally pulls her off Trelisa and threatens to DQ Fiona before checking on Trelisa.
Jessica Carr – And Fiona could almost play rugby or American football with that tackle..
Victoria Hill – Yeah then she viciously assaulted Trelisa. Barbarian.
Georgina Ross determines Trelisa can continue the match and Fiona jumps up to the top turnbuckle and grabs her right leg, holding it up so that her foot is over her head and then she leans forward, bringing the leg down with her full weight and the height of the drop behind it hitting her version of the flying firecrotch legdrop.
Jessica Carr – Flying Firecrotch Legdrop! That is obviously a sign of her working with the Upstarts as Abigail Dresden has been known to use that move.
Victoria Hill – My sensitive areas hurt just watching that. That has to be one of those moves that hurts you as much or worse than it does your opponent.
Fiona moves over into a cover and Georgina Ross slides in..
…One!
…….Two!
Jessica Carr – NO! Trelisa is just able to beat the three count! Say what you want about her, but Trelisa is taking everything Fiona, can dish out and is hanging right with her
Victoria Hill – I was just about to say that.
Fiona punches the mat in frustration and grabs Trelisa’s head and pounds it into the mat a few times until Georgina Ross orders her to stop. Fiona and Trelisa both get to their feet. Fiona grabs her and tries an Irish whip into the ropes but Trelisa reverses it and sends Fiona into the ropes. As Fiona comes back, Trelisa tries for a hip toss, but Fiona counters, landing on her feet and tries for her own hip toss but Trelisa blocks it and grabs Fiona, trying for a spinning neckbreaker but Fiona slips out of it and tries for a German suplex which Trelisa also blocks. Trelisa tries for a snapmare style throw but Fiona jumps into it and flips over the French girl landing on her feet, where she promptly ducks under a roundhouse kick from Trelisa and tries a leg sweep which Trelisa also dodges, the two women standing there, staring at each other trying to figure out how to get an edge over each other while the crowd cheers the exchange of moves.
Jessica Carr – Well, if you were hoping for some wrestling skill, you got it there! These two definitely did their homework before this match and were ready for each other!
Victoria Hill – That was impressive to be sure, but I believe Trelisa can keep this up longer than Fiona can.
Trelisa charges and tries for a spear, but Fiona jumps over, only to be caught as Trelisa stops on a dime and throws a perfectly timed Roundhouse kick that catches Fiona in back of the head as she lands, bringing her to the mat. Trelisa pulls Fiona to her feet and hits her with a series of three chops to the chest, each one bringing a “WOOOO!” from the crowd Fiona answers with a boot to the gut and a DDT to bring Trelisa to the mat.
Jessica Carr – Trelisa was looking like she was getting ready to build some momentum, but Fiona cuts her off.
Victoria Hill – Well this match has been a bit back and forth. Fiona either has an extra helping of the luck of the Irish or, I suppose it’s possible she has more skill than I thought..
In the ring Fiona gives Trelisa a few sharp kicks to the ribs while she is down and then pulls Trelisa up to her feet, before planting Trelisa on the mat with a vertical suplex. Fiona debates her next move but then shrugs and positions Trelisa on the mat and makes her way to the turnbuckle before hopping up to the top. She pauses for a moment to judge distance and then leaps off, hitting a frog splash hitting with such impact she rolls off for a second, before recovering and making the pin.
Jessica Carr – Death from Above! And my god the height she got on that jump! A devstating Frog splash!!!
Victoria Hill – Indeed.. It was impressive but it seems to hurt her as well.
Georgina Ross slides into position and makes the count!
…One!
……Two!
………Three!
DING!! DING!!
Marcela Sancho – Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner, by pinfall, is Fiona O’Connell!!!
Jessica Carr – Well, chalk up one more win for the Upstarts.. Trelisa picked a fight and failed to come out on top.
Victoria Hill – Well, trust to French to run into a Waterloo when you need them to win.
The camera follows as Fiona O’Connell slips from the ring, and starts to walk backwards up the ramp to the back, playing up to the fans a bit.
Segment – Someone New
Without any prior notice. The arena lights cut out abruptly.
The primary camera slowly pans, as if searching for something out of the ordinary. Then, the view changes to depict the fans, shrouded in the darkness. Their anticipation is palpable, their only signs of existence the lights from their phones and their excited cries.
Then, another camera view shifts to the one showing the Vanguard’s stage entrance. A cold, dead aura slowly seeps out from the sides of the rampway, and an eerie blue hue slowly illuminates a path to the ring. Then, a howling sound, reminiscent of a lone wolf in the dead of night, was heard, sending shivers down the audience’s spine…..’
Following new images loaded on the tron….
The statement of sudden shock was an understatement which struck the Conquest Wrestling Federation!!! There was not one single person present not standing to see what could be coming out from the backstage…. For a while, no one showed up, it was just this weird tron showcasing a woman and a necklace and sayings of “The Darkest Hour….”
The silhouette of a relatively tall man sporting a long dark cape then emerges from the Eternal Unholy Darkness!!! The man had his head down and stoic— and on cue he made his decent towards the ring, each step resonated with a purpose- WHAT that purpose is yet to be understood.
The man stopped at the ring, turns slowly to his left, and walked up the steps to only turn towards the fans- the man slowly rose his hands into what appeared to be a ‘spade formation’– which caused the lights to flicker, thunder to ignite, and thunder to roar.
The man enters into the ring and is greeted by every single person screaming…. and some…. already know…. who this person was…. and so they chanted…..
The CWF Crowd – DARKEST HOUR!!!! DARKEST HOUR!!!! DARKEST HOUR!!!! DARKEST HOUR!!!! DARKEST HOUR!!!!
The man standing in the center of the allowed the fans to shower the arena with a constant buzz…. the man bows to one knee and picks up a mic on the floor, and raises slowly to his lips…. he says….
Darkspade – The feeling in your stomach, rising to make your heart beat unmercifully, is not over-imagination… It is an instinctive mechanism trying to warn you that a very dangerous predator has arrived in your organization. Who am I? I go by many names, The Unholy One….. The Darkest Hour… whichever suits your fancy…. but ultimately the name you will very soon come to fear is The DARKSPADE. Yes. You are, bluntly, screwed. Unlike many others, with no vision coming into this sport except to win a hunk of metal to present around their waist, I have arrived to continue my work to devour as many souls and dreams to turn into nightmares the world over….. for this, I must profess requires to seek out others with the same vision. In the past, I led an entire Unholy Ministry… and here I shall do the same. Your CWF will soon regret offering me a contract —it is quite simply your demise… follow me; it is your only pathway to salvation. Defy me, and you will be silenced quite rapidly as the eternal Unholy Darkness devours your every being and the hour strikes…… IT STRIKES THREE!!!!!!!
The Darkspade’s form disappears at the moment he lowers his head, causing the darkness to descend upon the light…. leaving nothing in the ring except the lone mic.
Jessica Carr – And another weirdo in the federation. What ever happened to general athletic people?
Victoria Hill – This is PRO-Wrestling, not the Olympics. And we’re not boring. But at that, we’ve got one more commercial break and when we come back… the Hound of Hades, Viktor Kriegson tries to end Apathy’s reign as Valor Champion!
Jessica Carr – We’ll be right back!
Jessica Carr – Welcome back… and it’s time for our main event tonight.
Victoria Hill – Valor Championship time under Valor Title rules, as Apathy is set to defend against Viktor Kriegson. This will be Apathy’s third title defense, and if she can pull it off, will put her more than half way to being the third person to win the prize of a shot at any belt she wants.
Jessica Carr – But she’s got a hell of a challenge tonight, with the Hound of Hades looking for his first taste of CWF Gold.
Victoria Hill – The Valor title is Silver.
Jessica Carr – But it doesn’t have the same sound. But you’re right.
Victoria Hill – Enough, being told we’re ready to get this match started. So to the ring, for Macela Sancho to do the introductions!
Singles Match – Valor Championship – Viktor Kriegson vs Apathy (C)
Marcela Sancho – The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the CWF Valor championship! Featuring first the challenger…
The lights dim. A low, guttural howl echoes through the arena as smoke begins to billow at the entrance ramp. A blood-red 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 of anger flicker in his eyes as he looks around the crowd from the stage, his fists clenching and unclenching as they do. As the flames die down behind the imposing figure, Marcela Sancho pipes up.
Marcela Sancho – Entering the ring, weighing in at 300lbs, hailing from the Gates of Hades, the Hound of Hadeeeeeeees hiiiiiiimself, 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 onto 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 the 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.
Jessica Carr – Viktor Kriegson is looking to take the title tonight and begin his run on the Valor championship.
Victoria Hill – I heard that he’s got a watertight battle plan. I think that I see him winning the day tonight.
Marcela Sancho – And coming to the ring, weighing in at 220 pounds, she is the CWF Valor champion…”Apathy” Elizabeth Devereaux-O’Rourke!
The sound of a vintage picture reel began to click and pop, the screen illuminating up 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 tell tale 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, like 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 towards 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.
Jessica Carr – You know, I was surprised when Apathy defeated Trelisa at the last show. I thought for sure that she was going to get by her, but no.
Victoria Hill – I guess that is true, but I still think that Viktor is going to take her apart.
As the match rings to start the match, the referee, Scott Jones, hasn’t even finished handing off the Valor championship belt before Viktor charges across the ring and lays Apathy out with a shoulder charge. He pulls her up sharply and shoves her into the corner where he grabs hold of the top rope so that he can hit several knee lifts to the midsection before backing off at Scott’s urging.
Jessica Carr – That Lucia Villa should not have rung the bell quite so soon! She gave Victor the advantage here!
Victoria Hill – Lucia is looking a bit distraught at ringing the bell before she was given the belt for safekeeping.
Apathy walks out of the corner and throws a punch, nailing Viktor in the jaw, but it barely even turns his head. He grins and kicks her directly in the right kneecap, sending her to the mat! He punt kicks her in the side of that knee before stomping on that leg without mercy. Apathy rolls away from the Hound and gets back to her feet, though she advances upon Viktor with a bit of a limp.
Jessica Carr – An early on injury doesn’t make things any easier for Elizabeth.
Victoria Hill – No. I bet that was the idea of Viktor all along.
Apathy lays into Viktor with several more strikes to the jaw and chest, but the Hound absorbs them like it was rain. She grapples with him, but he out-strengths her and throws her into the corner, followed by a leaping avalanche that nearly moves the entire ring a few inches from the impact!
In the corner, Viktor delivers explosive forearm smashes, uppercuts, and knees strikes to the ribs until Scott Jones gets between the two to separate them. Apathy staggers a little out of the corner and but is grabbed by the arms by Viktor, who delivers a stunning headbutt to the bridge of her nose, getting blood to burst from her face like an overripe tomato. Apathy staggers back to the corner and seems to be already defeated.
Viktor goes to move in for the kill, but Scott Jones gets in the way to warn him to keep from the corner. Once he moves out of the way though, Viktor’s eyes go wide as Apathy leaps at him from the second turnbuckle and grabs him by the shoulders to deliver the most insane crushing headbutt to the bridge of the nose, putting all of her momentum into the move.
Viktor’s head cracks back, blood flinging through the air as Apathy rides him like a falling surfboard to the mat. She places her left shin across his throat and cuts off his air supply. Scott Jones yells at her to break the choke, but she answers.
Apathy – I get to the count of five!
Scott Jones begins to count and Apathy lets off at the count of five. She limps away for a moment while Scott checks to see if Viktor can continue. Both wrestlers are bleeding freely from the nose now, though Viktor does look a little worse for wear. He sits up and stares daggers at Apathy while he grabs hold of his own nose and shifts it with a crunch to straighten it out.
Jessica Carr – What an exchange of headbutts! Apathy really brought the big man down!
Victoria Hill – Yeah, I was wondering if her was going to be able to do that.
Viktor gets to his feet as Apathy limps over to deliver a superkick, but her catches the leg, the right leg, and drops to his knees while he drops an elbow to the side of the knee! Apathy falls ot the mat and writhes in pain while clutching at the knee. Viktor stands back up and wipes at his face to wipe away some of the blood that rains to his chest and shrugs. He grabs Apathy and gets her up into a power bomb position, throwing her down to the mat and then turning her over for a Boston Crab. Scott Jones checks to see if Apathy will submit, but she refuses, though the pain is etched across her face.
Jessica Carr – What is she going to do? She is in the center of the ring with no way out of the hold!
Victoria Hill – She’s going to have to submit soon or face some permanent damage.
Apathy does a bit of a push up, screaming out in pain as she starts to drag herself and Viktor toward the ropes, hand by hand. Viktor senses the movement and acts like he’s going to break the hold, but holds onto her feet while standing up. He falls back into a seated position, gets up again, drags Apathy back toward the center of the ring, and reapplies the move. Scott Jones checks to see if she will submit again, but is again turned down. Apathy looks at the ropes, gutted at the prospect of having to make up the distance yet again.
The crowd begins to boo as Esmeralda von Krauss steps out from the back. She walks down to ringside and looks into the ring. Viktor sees her and looks warily at her, wondering what she could be doing down at the ring. She walks around the ring so that she can see Apathy struggling to make it to the ropes for a break and tuts.
Esmeralda von Krauss – See? Run down and run over by the younger talent in the company. I told you to call your daughter back here to replace you. You should just submit and get this over with. You’ve lost, Elizabeth. Face the truth.
The boos turn to cheers as Annika Devereaux comes running down to the ring. She glares at Esmeralda, who smiles and steps to the side to allow her room. Annika slaps the ring apron and begins to cheer for her mother. This motion is followed by the crowd cheering her on, to get her back into the fight. Apathy slams her fists onto the mat and begins to move again, hand over hand, inch by inch until she can reach the bottom rope and grab it for all she’s worth. Scott begins to count to five and Viktor releases the hold.
Jessica Carr – Apathy got free of the hold, but is she in any condition to continue the fight?
Victoria Hill – I really doubt it.
Annika and Apathy share a moment before Apathy uses the ropes to get back to her feet. Esmeralda walks over to the announce table and finds herself an open chair and headset.
Esmeralda von Krauss – Hello, dahlings. I thought I would have myself a seat and watch Elizabeth being dismantled up close and personal.
Jessica Carr – Why do you want her to be taken apart?
Victoria Hill – Seems like a random thing to want, unless there’s something between the two of you that we don’t know about?
Jessica Carr – Is there?
Victoria Hill – Yeah, is there?
Esmeralda von Krauss – There is nothing that you do not know about. I simply know of Elizabeth’s capabilities, and so I am thinking that her daughter may be more so.
Jessica Carr – You want to hire her? For the nKo?
Victoria Hill – Why would she join you?
Esmeralda von Krauss – Not for the nKo, something else. Which we will not discuss on the air.
Viktor roars as he charges Apathy and hits her across the face with a backhand and then grabs her up into the air and brings her down with a mighty backbreaker! He growls at Annika and kicks Apathy solidly in the ribcage before moving lower and kicking her in the right hip and knee.
Viktor walks to the other side of the ring and watches as Apathy slowly, painfully pulls herself back to her feet. He charges across the ring, intent on a running shoulder block, but Apathy sidesteps and brings the big man down with a drop toe hold that sends him through the ropes to the concrete floor!
Jessica Carr – An interesting counter that does plenty of damage to Viktor!
Esmeralda von Krauss – Yes, she was lucky with that move.
Victoria Hill – You know she is a veteran of the sport and is fully capable of winning this? I don’t think she will, but she has the capacity.
Esmeralda von Krauss – I think she is too far gone already to mount a serious offensive.
Viktor gets back to his feet and looks to the inside of the ring where Apathy is getting back up. He grits his teeth and jumps up to the ring apron and steps into the ring, but is met by Apathy as soon as he does so that she can hit an overhead belly-to-belly suplex! She grabs him by the left foot and applies a quick ankle lock, cinching in the pressure. Scott Jones asks to see if Viktor would give up, but he refuses.
Jessica Carr – Apathy looking to turn the tables by taking out an ankle.
Victoria Hill – It’s smart. If Viktor can’t stand then he can’t fight.
Esmeralda von Krauss – I’m surprised that Elizabeth is still able to stand.
Apathy breaks the hold and lays Viktor’s leg onto the mat before jumping onto it with both feet onto his ankle. Viktor sits up and howls in pain, but Apathy kicks him in the face, sending blood flying across the mat, and making him lay back down. She continues to stomp the ankle before dragging him to the corner and sliding out of the ring so that she can pull his legs out by the cornerpost and slam his ankle into the post! Scott Jones yells at her to not do that again or she will be disqualified and the belt will STILL pass hands in such a case. Apathy makes a face and rolls back into the ring. She limps over to the downed Viktor and drags him to the center of the ring. She grabs both feet and lifts them up into the air before stomping Viktor in the crotch. She drops the right foot in favor of the left so she can twist the foot violently! Viktor lets out a yell of pain.
Jessica Carr – I wonder if Viktor is going to be able to stand after all of that.
Victoria Hill – I don’t have any balls, and I want to curl up into a ball after that kick.
Esmeralda von Krauss – See? Elizabeth is absolutely ruthless. I am betting that with some training that Annika can be as well.
Viktor starts to sit up while Apathy watches from across the ring. She winces as she charges across the ring and jumps forward with her leg to kick Viktor in the face! He falls backward to the mat again and Apathy nearly falls with her as she walks away with a heavy limp.
Viktor slowly recovers, using the ropes to get back to his feet and begins to walk, nearly falling over as he tries to put weight on his left foot. He looks around for Apathy, but then is taken down with a German suplex from behind! She holds on and hits another German suplex and another. She gets to five before she can’t do any more. She crawls over and goes for the pinfall, Scott Jones getting into position to make the count.
…one
……two
……..thr-Viktor kicks out!
Apathy kneels up with a wince, nearly crying out in pain, and looks to the ref with a dire expression. Scott Jones shakes his head and motions with two fingers that it was only a two-count. She gets to her feet and watches as Viktor gets to his while trying to not put his weight to his left foot and Apathy tries to keep off of her right leg.
Apathy – Not bad for a young buck.
Viktor Kriegson – Don’t presume to talk to me.
Apathy goes for a punch and Viktor takes it on the jaw with a smile. She goes to punch again, but it’s a feint as she moves to kick him right in the left ankle, sweeping the leg and taking Viktor down.
Apathy walks over her downed opponent and then grabs their leg, then she holds it up crossing her leg in and grabs the other leg. She then forcefully turns her foe over onto their chest and then grabs their arms and locks her arms underneath their arms, holding them above the mat in a move that she calls Affliction!
Jessica Carr – This could be it! Apathy has Viktor’s arms and legs locked down in the middle of the ring. No way out!
Esmeralda von Krauss – Isn’t there though? Dahling, there’s a way out of every hold.
Victoria Hill – Yeah, but what is it?
Esmeralda von Krauss – In this case, never getting put in the hold in the first place. Viktor should submit or risk injury. He and Samuel do have a title match they are owed against the nKo.
Jessica Carr – Would you want them to claim it? Aren’t the nKo your and Armand’s stable of choice?
Esmeralda von Krauss – Dahling, please. They are our stable of choice for the Tribal Warfare, but we own the CWF if you would recall. We want the best to be champions. So healthy competition is for the better.
Victoria Hill – Wow. He’s still not giving up though.
Apathy keeps the hold cinched in and Viktor does not submit. At least not until there is a loud pop from his left ankle and he submits. Apathy releases the hold and Viktor clutches at his ankle, clearly in a lot of pain.
Jessica Carr – You think that ankle is broken?
Victoria Hill – It could be dislocated? Out of joint?
Esmeralda von Krauss – Whatever it is, he won’t be walking on that ankle anytime soon.
Annika Devereaux grabs the title belt and rolls into the ring to give the title to her mom, and raises her hands in victory. Apathy looks out across the ring and sees Esmeralda, who nods her head.
Marcela Sancho – Winner of the match via submission and STILL CWF Valor champion…”Apathy” Elizabeth Devereaux-O’Rourke!
While Annika helps Elizabeth to the back, Samael Drago comes running down to the ring to check on the downed Viktor. He brings with him, EMTs.
Jessica Carr – What an ending to tonight’s show.
Victoria Hill – I could have sworn that Viktor was going to claim the title tonight. How could I have been wrong?
Esmeralda von Krauss – It happens sometimes, dahling. I also thought that Viktor was going to win the day. It is interesting that he did not.
Jessica Carr – Until next time, this has been Jessica Carr and –
Victoria Hill – Victoria Hill. Goodnight! And remember…
Both – #JoinTheConquest!
