Wrestleverse: Eternal #1

[Danny Powers (GM)]

Sometime Earlier

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Hannibal, it’s Danny! You ready to bring your fucking A-GAME tonight, bro. I can call you bro, right? HAHA! ETERNAL NUMERO UNO, BRO!

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Naida! It’s your boss! Are you ready for the best night of your freakin’ life!?

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DUNKLIN! MY BEAUTIFUL DUNKLIN! Everything’s in place. This is going to be huge! So fucking huge! We got fireworks! They’re not even legal in Florida right now, but who gives a shit? I’ll pay the fine. I just need all hands on deck. The beach is going to be fucking packed! Woo! Wrestling! Fuck yeah!

[Danny Powers (GM)]

Intro

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“Miserlou” by Dick Dale accompanies the scent of sea water, because Danny Powers is a tacky bitch like that. A disorganized and scattered crowd hovers around the ringside area as waves crash down on the shoreline. The noise surrounding the ringside area is heavy as Wrestleverse viewers gather both through knowledge of the event and from stumbling upon it by accident. They’re now rabid Wrestleverse fans, because this shit looks awesome. No barricades, no ramp. Just an open area surrounding the ring setup on sand. A camera shot pans over to a lifeguard tower with “WRESTLEVERSE” spray painted across its front. Sat along the rail at the announce table is the team of Hannibal Buress and Naida West.

Naida West: Ladies and Gentleman and those beyond the binary, we are here at the beautiful Siesta Beach with the debut of Wrestleverse and our flagship show Eternal. I’m Naida West and joining me is my partner, Hannibal Buress!

Hannibal Buress: Great intro, but I wish that I could’ve said my name. Now the people might not think that I can say my name or that I’m supposed to say my name.

Naida West: You can still introduce yourself if you want.

Hannibal Buress: Nah. The moment has passed. I’ll just look like the weirdo that needs two introductions.

Naida West: Fair enough. Hannibal, these people are excited and I know you’re excited as well. What do you say we get on with the show, shall we?

Hannibal Buress: I’m Hannibal.

Naida West: I thought you said..

Hannibal Buress: I had a change of heart.

Naida West: The bossman has arrived!

Hannibal Buress: Looking dapper.

As the theme plays through the seaside region, Danny makes his way down towards ringside. He grins from ear to ear as he white man dances his way and rolls into the ring. Once inside, he gestures his hands towards a small cloth covered table in the middle of the ring.

Danny Powers: WELCOME!

Big ol’ pop. Remember, these people are die-hards now.

Danny Powers: Wrestleverse fans! We have one HELL of an event for you tonight! TONIGHT, we crown the first EVER Wrestleverse Champion! Speaking of which..

Naida West: I think we were all thinking the same thing!

Danny motions towards the podium and his eyes go wide as shit.

Danny Powers: Without further ado, the Wrestleverse Championship!



Hannibal Buress: WOW! WOW! WOW!

Naida West: What it’s all about!

Danny Powers: Oh and one more thing. While tonight’s FREE show will serve as a perfect preview of what to expect from a Wrestleverse event, next week will be the first full-fledged show and while it will air LIVE on every channel on TV, live tickets will be limited to just dozens!

Hannibal Buress: He bought TV, Naida.

Danny Powers: After that, it’s our first EVER PPV event, but tonight. TONIGHT is all about THIS. It’s YOU. IT’S US.

Hannibal Buress: Bro never blinks.

Danny Powers: PREPARE TO ENTER THE WRESTLEVERSE!

[Danny Powers (GM)]

Amelia & Kyle Segment

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‘Wildheart’ Amelia Winston stands in a relatively quiet little spot, a corner between two of the trailers set up for some of the wrestlers to change in. She’s already done so, clad in her black and yellow sports bra and matching trunks, wrist wraps and knee pads; her boots are set aside on a box next to a can of MegaSpark Blueberry Bonanza, not wanting to get sand in either one. Barefoot, she warms up for the battle royal, alternating between dynamic stretches and shadow boxing: squat, three punch combo, lunge left, three punch combo, lunge right, three punch combo, over and over as she sweats in the hot Florida sun, pausing after a moment to grab her energy drink and enjoy a cold mouthful.

Kyle Williams steps out of one of the trailers, he is rolling his eyes as laughter is heard coming from the changing area. He slams the door and takes a deep breath before spotting Amelia, out of politeness, the side of his mouth curls up in a smile before he actually looks at her. Kyle’s brow furrows as if he’s trying to place a face he can’t quite remember but his expression doesn’t change. After a moment, he realises that he’s staring and catches himself.

Kyle: Oh…hey. Sorry I wasn’t staring, you just look familiar. Names Kyle Williams, maybe we worked together on the indie circuit at some point?

Amelia glances over when she hears someone speaking to her, looking the similarly-statured Brit over.

Amelia: No, I don’t think so. I spent some time in the UK last year and the year before but I don’t think we crossed paths.

She extends a hand to him, offering a friendly smile.

Amelia: Amelia Winston. ‘Wildheart’. You’re Kyle Williams, right? Been watching a lot of tape on people who’re in this battle royal tonight, recognize just about everyone now. You ready for tonight?

Kyle shakes her hand and looks impressed.

Kyle: Ah so you’re the infamous Wildheart. Lot of buzz about you amongst the rest of the roster ya know. Glad to put a face to the name.

Kyle gazes out over the sea and soaks in the atmosphere of everything around him. There is already a large excited crowd gathering and wrestleverse merch stands selling out fast.

Kyle: Honestly? I kind of switch between being ready for this for over 10 years now and struggling to comprehend quite how big this is. I’ve been kicked around and overlooked for pretty much my whole career and now I’m working for one of the richest federations on the Planet? Talk about zero to a hundred.

Kyle looks back over to Amelia, determined yet still friendly.

Kyle: But you know what the real funny thing is? All those giant, gorilla chested, micro-brained morons in the back, most of them twice our size and three times as strong. And yet here I am, face to face and eye to eye with my only real competition to my title reign.

Amelia laughs softly after another sip of her energy drink, smiling at the compliment.

Amelia: Oh, you think? Battle royals can favour those gorilla-chested giants sometimes, y’know? Not always the person with the tightest technical skills or baddest submissions or whatever. But it is nice to know I’m not the only person who thinks I’m one of the top contenders here. I’d ask if you have a plan but, well… I wouldn’t be telling you mine so I don’t expect you to do the same.

She grins a little, sipping her drink again.

Amelia: I gotta say, of all the beaches I’m wrestled on this is the nicest. Then again, the only other time I did it poured rain the whole show so low bar I guess. At least with how sweaty I’ll get out there it might be a little harder for anyone to grab me and throw me out, eh?”

Kyle thinks about this for a moment and completely zones out whilst looking at Amelia.

Kyle: Err yeah…sweaty. (He snaps back into the moment) Can’t say I’ve ever wrestled on a beach before. Not in the professional sense anyway. The closest I’ve come was some backyard gig I did a while a go. The venue has a sandpit for the kids. Not quite as glamorous admittedly.

As he thinks back whilst looking at Amelia, a sudden realisation hits him.

Kyle: Holy shit that’s where I know you from! I’ve seen your onlyf…your erm older stuff…on YouTube. That I’ve seen. It hot here? It seems really hot.

Clearly amused, Amelia intentionally strikes a little bit of a pose as she turns her back and bends down to set her drink down on the box next to her boots before straightening back up to Kyle.

Amelia: Ah yeah, there’s lots of my old stuff on YouTube, no doubt you were scouting my matches the same way I was scouting yours.

She smirks a little, very blatantly looking him up and down.

Amelia: And yeah, I bet it’s gonna be a real hot night. I feel like we should probably plan to work together out there, solidarity amongst similarly-heighted people and all that… but we both know those kinda partnerships always fall apart in terrible ways and we’d end up eliminating each other and hating each other and all that. So instead how about we just agree to beat the hell outta each other in there and no matter how it all shakes out we shake hands after. Deal?

Kyle: As much as I love a sudden but inevitable betrayal mid-match I think you may be on to something there. This is the biggest match of my entire life and like you, I have every intention of walking out of that ring as the very first wrestleverse champion.

He smirks at Amelia and extends his hand.

Kyle: Time to show the world what we’re capable of.

Amelia returns the smirk and the handshake.

Amelia: Like my granddaddy always says: “Don’t fuck it up.” See you out there, big fella.

Amelia winks as she reaches down to pick up her boots and her drink, nudging Kyle playfully, her shoulder to his as she walks past and out of the shot as we fade to black.

[Danny Powers (GM)]

Georgia Edwards vs. Scuffed God

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Blueberry Faygo plays through the venue and the crowd is happy, but not too happy, you know? He comes down to the ring dancing a little, kinda saucin'. He rolls in and pushes up to his feet, smiling like the happiest boy as he waits for the match to start.

Hannibal Buress: He’s feeling himself, Naida.

Naida West: I don’t know for how much longer.

Hannibal Buress: Either way, first match in Wrestleverse history is about to go down.

The arena starts to go black slowly, with some lights remaining until all the lights go out. The screen starts to flicker on, slowly all you hear going through the arena, is clicking of boots along the ground, and a blonde haired woman walking, hearing all around her.

Do you regret it?

'Cause I can't forget it

She stops looking around putting her hands up to her ears, as a hand reaches out to her. She looks up taking the hand, she then sees a mask sitting on a table at the end. She stands up going over to it picking it up, as Richard Dane comes into the scene, whispering into her ear.

The arena starts to fill with green smoke, the music slowly kicks in. The lights go completely out and when they come back on, three people are seen standing on the stage. Venom in the middle, on her right is Vesper Skyfire, and on her left is Dr. Dane. Venom looks out with her glowing eyes, as she slowly begins to walk, Dr. Dane and Vesper flank her. She then stops at the top of the ramp, crouching for a moment as the lyrics come up.

Repent, get on your knees and beg

Somewhere in there, you remember

(You know what you did)

Repent, get on your knees and beg

Venom then stands up and her screen comes on behind her with blood red and black letters, which say Repent or Surrender on them. She then starts down the ramp again, with Vesper right behind her. Dr. Dane walks slowly, as Venom is anticipating getting into the ring, she ignores the fans. Vesper moves in front of her, to slow her down, at the bottom of the ramp, Venom takes her mask off handing it to Vesper, her eyes with blood dripping down them, She turns back, and looks at Dr. Dane as he points into the ring. Venom immediately goes past Vesper and slides into the ring. She then goes over to the far side of the ring, hanging upside down on the ropes laughing as she did. The Ring announcer looks at her.

Dunklin Frewbly: From Eden’s Gate, weighing 121 lbs. accompanied by Dr. Dane, and Vesper Skyfire, Ladies and Gentlemen this is VENOM!!!

She then climbs back over the top rope and goes into the corner where Dr. Dane and Vesper are standing watching and waiting for her opponent with the wicked grin on her face.

Naida West: I got chills.

Scuffed God dances around, smiling in Georgia/Venom’s direction. Venom’s eyes burn holes in his direction as SG gleefully calls for the bell.

DING DING DING!!

Hannibal Buress: Little unorthodox of a matchup.

SG steps forward and the two come face to face. Those in attendance pop as he taunts for them to make some noise and throws a shit right hand at Venom.

Naida West: Nothing.

He steps in for a few more not-so-stiff jabs and a sloppy chop across the chest.

Hannibal Buress: Still nothing.

Naida West: Slap to the face! She didn’t like that one!

Venom’s head turns to the side as their neck cracks. SG takes a cautious step back, but is met with a hard receipt.

Hannibal Buress: Spinning backfist!

Naida West: She calls that one Penance!

Venom lifts their right foot and puts it over SG’s chest.

1!

2!

3!

Tim Jansen calls for the bell, but before Dunklin can utter the victor’s name, Venom has already turned towards the exit and left the scene behind her.

Dunklin Frewbly: The winner of this match, VENOM!

Hannibal Buress: Well, damn.

Naida West: Terrifying, truly terrifying.

[Danny Powers (GM)]

Samantha Voxx Segment

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The camera pans in on Samantha Voxx on a phone call. The call is on speaker.

Sam: Frankie, tonight is the night. I will win that title and dedicate it to you.

Frankie: Sam you are simply too much.

Sam smiles as she picks the phone up.

Sam: Hope you keep your training up and who knows.. maybe one day we will share the ring.

Frankie: That would be a dream match for sure.

Sam hangs the phone up as she stands up and walks toward the gorilla position.

[Danny Powers (GM)]

Max and CruZe Segment

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The scene opens up to the shoreline of Siesta Beach and proceeds to pan across the beautiful clear waters of the beach when the camera pans across someone walking down the beach with a metal detector in hand and a pair of headphones on. The camera is forced to pan back toward this person as we realize it’s one of the competitors in tonight’s WrestleVerse Championship Battle Royal, none other than “The Cybernetic” CruZe. As the camera follows him, he stops at a spot and runs the metal detector over a particular spot before kneeling down, digging into the sand, and collecting something. He continues about his merry way before approaching what appears to be a large flying saucer made of sand.

CruZe pulls a folded up piece of paper out of his pocket and seems to inspect the sand structure for a moment, looking from side to side in an almost animated manner. After inspecting whatever is on the paper, he looks down around the edges of the sand flying saucer then uses his foot to wipe away the sand, uncovering the top of something metallic below the surface of the sand.

CruZe's eyes widen in bewilderment as he continues to wipe away some more sand, seeing that the object below the surface as a slope curvature much like the one seen on the sand flying saucer. He then uses his foot to kick the metallic object a few times creating metallic noises that would undoubtedly be heard within:

CLANK!!

CLANK!!

CLANK!!

The sand begins to part, breaking apart the sand sculpture flying saucer, as an enormous REAL flying saucer emerges from its hiding spot underneath the beach. Although he is expecting it, CruZe can't help but to watch in total astonishment, forcing him to stumble back a few yards. CruZe shields his eyes from the bright lights as a stairway extends from the bottom of the craft and touches down onto the sand below. A humanoid figure steps out of the craft and descends slowly down the steps, each footstep making a metallic thunk, until the craft's owner is standing right in front of CruZe. As the figure descends, CruZe drops the metal detector to his side with a gaping mouth and pills back his headphones. It is none other than wrestling's original paranormal investigator himself, MaX-Files!

"In the immortal words of Ted Cassidy, 'you rang'?" Max asks, his eyebrows curling into an inquisitive shape. He notices his sand sculpture has been destroyed. "Oh well that's just great! I put a lot of work into that. Now it's completely ruined."

"...you used a UFO to hide a UFO? Really, guy?" CruZe inquires sardonically as he looks on in awe at the technological marvel before him. The email he had received not too long ago hadn't quite prepared him for this! Did this mean extra terrestrials did, in fact, exist?!

MaX replies, "Of course! Would you ever think to look for a flying saucer underneath a flying saucer? I mean… you did, but not many would. Most people actually just mistake it for a poorly made sea turtle. Hey, how did you know where to find it, anyway???" MaX asks… INTERROGATIVELY!

"Hey, what's this?" asks MaX, snatching the printed email out of CruZe's hand. Hopper's eyes scan the paper. "An email from me. Well if I sent you, I guess I can trust you. I've never steered me wrong before. So what do you need? Got a mystery for me to solve? Extraterrestrial abduction? Vanishing city? Haunted pair of shoes? Did Stonehenge get up and walk away… again???"

For a long moment, CruZe just blankly stares at the paranormal investigator. "Actually," he begins, "I was just going to say we should help one another in the battle royal tonight. A team is much better than trying to take everyone on by yourself, wouldn't you say? Then, once we've thrown everyone else over the top…"

CruZe points to MaX then moves his hand toward himself and jabs his thumb to his own chest. "You and I go at it for the WrestleVerse Championship. Whaddya say?" CruZe extends his hand toward Hopper before adding, "can I count on your help?"

"And you'll assist me with Project Moonstone?"

CruZe seems a bit annoyed by this request. "Sure, whatever," he responds impatiently, still extending his hand to MaX.

MaX shakes CruZe's hand, "It's a deal."

Just then, heavier, metallic footsteps can be heard echoing inside the craft, getting closer. A Cylon appears in the doorway to the flying saucer. "Commander, you are needed," he says, addressing Max Hopper.

"Well, that's my cue. Gotta go!" Max says, making his way back up the stairs and into the disc-shaped spacecraft.

Max turns to the Cylon. "Ron, prepare to submerge. Nobody will think to look for us in a pineapple under the sea."

The door of the craft closes behind Max Hopper and Ron the Cylon, and the flying saucer dives beneath the surface of the ocean.

Meanwhile, CruZe stands there in disbelief as to what he just saw. "...I guess aliens are real… huh," he says as the scene fades out.

[Danny Powers (GM)]

Main Event

Wrestleverse Championship Battle Royal

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Dunklin Frewbly: Ladies, gentlemen, and friends beyond the binary. It is TIME for the MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIN EVENT of the evening!

Big pop from all them marky marks in attendance.

Dunklin Frewbly: The following contest is scheduled for

Crowd: ONE FALL!

Dunklin Frewbly: It is for the Wrestleverse Championship! In this match, the last competitor standing in the ring will be declared the winner!

Naida West: A lot of companies would make you wait weeks to crown a world champion, but Wrestleverse is bringing it to you out of the gate.

Hannibal Buress: Did Powers feed you that line?

Naida West: …maybe.

Hannibal Buress: Knew it.

“Miserlou” sounds off yet again as the Wrestleverse locker room begins pouring out towards the ring one after another.

Hannibal Buress: Sound off, Ms. West.

Naida West: Scuffed God, Kyle Williams, Amelia Winston, CruZe, TJ Alexander, Axis, Sam Voxx, Tommy Gunn, Aiden Reynolds, KERBEROS, Lachlan Kane, Amber Lee, Mattie Mayhem, Chase Andrews, and Quinn Castillo all in the building tonight!

Hannibal Buress: That’s a mouthful, but it’s a hell of a roster we’ve got here in the Wrestleverse.

Naida West: Senior referee Tim Jansen is ready! Let’s go!

DING DING DING!

Hannibal Buress: It’s chaos at the bell! Everyone throwing bombs!

Naida West: Kyle Williams takes down Lachlan Kane, Amber Lee takes down Tommy Gunn, Axis and CruZe take out Alexander and Reynolds!

Hannibal Buress: Down goes Scuffed God, Winston, and Mattie Mayhem.

Voxx, KERBEROS, Andrews and Castillo continue to duke it putin the center, trading chops and elbows in a square formation in the center of the ring.

Naida West: Hold up now! Wait a minute! What’s this?!

The four competitors step aside and the crowd flinches as a beam of light hits the canvas a figure starts to materialize before our very eyes, matter coming together like a reverse Marty McFly family portrait situation.

Hannibal Buress: Oh shit! Max Hopper is in the ring!

Naida West: This crowd is stunned!

Hannibal Buress: More competitors getting up, but Max looking to take advantage of the confusion.

Naida West: Look out! Man overboard!

Hannibal Buress: Max whips Mattie Mayhem over and out!

Naida West: First elimination and we’ve got fifteen men and women in the ring. One of them will make history tonight!

Hannibal Buress: Scuffed God trying to get ahold of Kyle Williams, but that man is greasy!

Naida West: I think that’s sunscreen.

Hannibal Buress: Smart man. That sun is a KILLER, Naida.

Naida West: You sure he’s not going for some sort of competitive advantage here.

Hannibal Buress: What good is a world championship if you give yourself melanoma?

Naida West: Touche.

Kyle Williams slips the next hold attempt and ducks under just as Sam Voxx comes from behind and lifts Scuffed God up.

Hannibal Buress: Scuffed God crashes out into the sand!

Naida West: Sounds like screaming and he might have hurt himself on that one.

After a high pitched death wail, Scuffed God pushes up to his feet as blood sprays out from both his right and left sides, both of his arms torn off at the shoulder.

Hannibal Buress: GOD DAMN! WHAT THE HELL?!

Naida West: How does that happen?! He was just thrown over the top!

Hannibal Buress: That’s Wrestleverse, I guess.

Scuffed God sprints off away from the ring, blood continuing to spill onto the sand as he does.

Naida West: CruZe and Max looking at one another, looking at Gunn and Andrews!

Hannibal Buress: Double superkicks from Gunn and Andrews! Cruze and Max are wobbled!

Naida West: They answer right back with two of their own and Gunn and Andrews are sent down momentarily!

CruZe and Max share another glance and offer a fist bump to one another.

Hannibal Buress: Roundhouse kick! Axis out of nowhere sends Max crumbling!

Naida West: He has the attention of CruZe now, these two getting chippy online earlier in the week!

Hannibal Buress: Roundhouse from Axis, but CruZe ducks underneath. Axis with the lariat.

Naida West: CruZe with the rope! Axis with too much momentum and he’s out of there!

CruZe shoots a smirk towards Axis and offers up a shrug.

Hannibal Buress: This is a big time situation and if you aren’t careful, you end up on the outside there.

Max is back up, rubbing at his temple as he and CruZe turn around.

Naida West: Wolfslair from behind! Double elbow smash to the head of CruZe by Kane and KERBEROS! Reynolds with a running knee to Max!

Hannibal Buress: We knew they’d come in here on the same page.

Amelia Winston and Amber Lee work each other in one corner, both women fighting for some ground as Amber Lee ducks a running kick attempt and Winston is sent crashing towards the post.

Naida West: She’s caught up a little here, Amber Lee spins her around.

Hannibal Buress: Go To Sleep!

Naida West: Winston sent over the top, she’s in trouble here! Amelia Winston looks a bit tangled up and is just barely hanging on!

Amelia maintains a single boot under the ropes and one hand gripping desperately at the bottom rope while her other side makes contact with the sand below. Lee pushes her boot against the hand grabbing the rope, but Winston swings back her momentum and manages to get back up to the apron. She brings her off hand back up and goes for the counter.

Hannibal Buress: Sand in the eyes! Winston just blinded Amber Lee!

Naida West: Winston pulls Amber Lee over and out! We’ve got another elimination!

Hannibal Buress: That’s making use of the environment like I don’t think any of us have ever seen before in this sport.

Naida West: TJ Alexander with the step up enzuigiri to Hopper, but Max ducks it!

Hannibal Buress: Hopper Can Rana from Max and Alexander goes over and out!

Naida West: Boot to Voxx! Castillo with a boot to Voxx and she’s outta there!

Hannibal Buress: Hopper charging in on Castillo, but Quinn Castillo catches him.

Naida West: Sidewinder Suplex and Hopper is thrown out of this one as well! That’s TWO rapid fire eliminations for Quinn Castillo!

Hannibal Buress: It’s dangerous to get a big man going like this.

Naida West: The rest of the field apparently recognizes that as well!

Wolfslair, CruZe, Winston, Andrews, and Gunn all charge in, struggling to take control, but eventually manage to get up and under the larger Castillo.

Hannibal Buress: Castillo eliminated just like that!

Naida West: We’re down to just eight! Winston, Williams, the three members of Wolfslair, Gunn, Andrews, and CruZe! We’re getting closer, Hannibal!

Andrews and Gunn circle the evasive Kyle Williams from both sides and back him up towards the ropes. He puts his hands up in front of himself and hesitantly steps halfway through.

Hannibal Buress: Gunn with the flying knee!

Naida West: Williams slips it though! The sunscreen coming in clutch as Gunn sends HIMSELF over and out!

Gunn lashes out in frustration, trying to yank Williams off the apron as Andrews lands strikes into Williams as well.

Hannibal Buress: KERBEROS out of nowhere! Andrews thrown over the top! Gunn is in shock!

Naida West: KERBEROS with some stiff shots to the forehead! Williams is off right now!

Hannibal Buress: WILLIAMS IS OUT!

Naida West: Final five between CruZe, Winston, and Wolfslair!

CruZe and Winston look a bit worn as Reynolds and Kane step up, chests being poked and foreheads being pressed against one another.

Hannibal Buress: KERBEROS breaks up the staredown, going to town on CruZe!

Naida West: Winston on Kane now and Dream Mode is locked in!

Hannibal Buress: Both competitors stumbling over into the ropes now, another dangerous situation in this one.

Naida West: Kane rams back into the turnbuckle. Kane frees himself up!

Hannibal Buress: Short arm clothesline!

Naida West: Winston eliminated!

Hannibal Buress: Solid showing, but now attention turns to a three on one as KERBEROS with what seems like a thousand forearms to CruZe, trying to eliminate his opponent.

Naida West: DOWN UNDA from Reynolds! Reynolds throws CruZe over and out and we have a Wolfslair final!

Hannibal Buress: KERBEROS not looking too happy about that one though, little bit or arguing right now.

Naida West: Looks like it’s Kane that’s trying to be the voice of reason, but it is every man for himself out here now!

Hannibal Buress: WAIT!

Naida West: KANE IS OUT! KERBEROS JUST TOSSED KANE OUT OF THIS MATCH OUT OF RETALIATION!

Hannibal Buress: We’re down to the final two competitors in this match! KERBEROS and Aiden Reynolds! Wrestleverse Championship is just a single elimination away from being decided!

The two men nod at one another and go for the tie up.

Naida West: Forearm from KERBEROS!

Hannibal Buress: Forearm from Reynolds!

Naida West: Forearm from KERBEROS!

Hannibal Buress: Backfist from Reynolds!

Naida West: Both men are going to their standup game right now!

Hannibal Buress: Backfist from KERBEROS but Reynolds ducks underneath it!

Naida West: Reynolds has him up! Gold Coast Cutter!

Hannibal Buress: No! KERBEROS on his feet and Reynolds is shoved face first into that turnbuckle! It’s KERBEROS charging in now!

Naida West: Reynolds rolls over and behind! Clothesline from Reynolds!

Hannibal Buress: KERBEROS dodges! Knee from KERBEROS and that one connects!

Naida West: European uppercut from KERBEROS! He’s off the ropes coming back to that corner once more!

Hannibal Buress: Reynolds gets out of the way! Reynolds lifts him over!

Naida West: NO WAY!

DING DING DING!

Hannibal Buress: Reynolds does it! Reynolds is the Wrestleverse Champion!

Dunklin Frewbly: The winner of this match and NEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW Wrestleverse Champion, AIDEN REYNOLDS!

Naida West: We said history would be made tonight and that’s exactly what just happened! We have our champion!

Fireworks erupt out of god knows where as Danny Powers slides into the ring with the Wrestleverse Championship. He holds it out in both palms as an emotional Reynolds takes it. “Would you still be there?” by Of Mice and Men plays through the seaside area as Reynolds celebrates with the belt lifted high in the air and his Wolfslair teammates nod and clap from the outside.

Hannibal Buress: That’s all we have for you tonight, but in two weeks time, we see the fallout of a MASSIVE debut show!

Naida West: Thank you and goodnight!